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Post by Maria Chevau on Jun 14, 2013 18:08:46 GMT -5
Maria poked her head into the diva's room. She knew she really shouldn't be doing this. Carlotta lived here in the house same as all the others. She should try to not drive the diva insane. It was just far too much fun messing with her head and her overinflated ego. Even funnier was the diva's idea that the phantom was somehow responsible for her belongings constantly moving around and vanishing, and none of the phantoms she'd seen in the house appeared too interested in Carlotta, more entangled in their romances.
It didn't look like the woman was awake yet. Giggling quietly she carefully moved her brushes and other hair styling implements, sticking them into a cupboard with the books. Opening the window she leaned over Carlotta and blew a cold breeze over her. That was enough to start with.
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Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Jun 14, 2013 18:59:32 GMT -5
Carlotta was sound asleep and lightly snoring in her room in the dormitories. She still was not fond of the conditions in this dreadful place (no contract, no public, no roles…), but she was glad that there were at least the basic necessities (i.e. food, water a bed, clothing).
There she slept, quite sound and blissfully unaware of the rather mischievous presence which had just entered her chambers and was moving her things about. This peacefulness, however, was cut short all too quickly as the diva felt a cold breeze rush over her.
The woman jolted and sat up, letting out a rather startled “NO! NON MI PIACE LA MUSICA DI SCALIERI![/i]” Her green eyes flew open and looked about frantically, as if she had suddenly awakened from some sort of a nightmare. What was going on here? She saw that the window was open… but this was June, wasn’t it? It wasn’t supposed to be cold here…
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Post by Maria Chevau on Jun 14, 2013 19:21:49 GMT -5
Maria flew back eyes wide in surprise. The human had surprised her. She had expected the woman to shiver and then wake up, not jolt up in bed screaming. More cautiously she watched the large diva.
If this woman was a screamer she'd have to change things up. There would definitely be no more waking her up, not if that was the thanks she got for it. Still, frogs in her clothes, a sudden draft to lift the woman's skirt, pulling on her hair, playing music when no one visible is about...that'd all be good.
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Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Jun 14, 2013 21:03:15 GMT -5
The diva got up, adjusting her nightgown so that it wasn’t hiking up, and then lifted herself groggily out of the bed, trudging over to the window that was open. She closed the thing and then tiredly waddled back, flopping down on the mattress again and burrowing into her pillow to go back to sleep. She had absolutely no desire to be up just yet…
As she lay down through, something even stranger than the window happened. Suddenly, a draft (it must have been from when the window had been open previously) blew up her skirt (causing what might have been called a sort of Marilyn Monroe moment. Carlotta looked around, holding her skirt down, a rather bewildered air about her, before scowling and muttering a few curses in her native Italian. She flopped back down on the bed, pulling the covers over her and harrumphed before some more closing her eyes.
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Post by Maria Chevau on Jun 14, 2013 21:15:17 GMT -5
What? She was going back to sleep already? That just wasn't right. Not after she'd arranged such a special wake up call for her. Maria watched moodily as the diva closed the window and headed straight back for the bed. How lazy could this person be? The sun was up, the smell of breakfast cooking for one of the phantom characters could be caught, birds were chirping. Sure it was a little early, but that was no excuse for lazing around like this!
Opening the window again she sent a bigger gust towards the diva. The skirt went flying, the woman desperately holding onto the skirt. Laughing to herself she watched the diva look around in confusion. When she headed for the bed again Maria followed after, cooking exactly what she was going to do. As soon as her eyes closed Maria shouted. "IT'S YOU! MURDERER!" She so loved horror movies. They gave her so many good lines.
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Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Jun 14, 2013 21:29:15 GMT -5
Carlotta was just starting to fall back to sleep. She gave a wide yawn as she collapsed into bed, ready to sleep for another hour or so. It seemed that today, however, that was not going to be the case for her.
To the diva’s unpleasant surprise, a voice came out of nowhere, shouting, IT'S YOU! MURDERER! Carlotta was so very shocked by this, that she practically leapt straight in the air, falling out of the bed, and landing with a loud THUD on the floor.
She rolled over onto her side and then got up onto her elbows and knees, her green eyes scanning about the room. “W-who’s there!?” she stammered in a rather frightened voice.
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Post by Maria Chevau on Jun 14, 2013 21:36:07 GMT -5
She couldn't hold back the laughter this time the disembodied sound floating through the room. That was pure comedy. She hadn't thought humans could really shoot straight out of bed like that. Carlotta seemed determined to proof that wrong, hitting the ground with a flomp.
She watched as the opera singer rolled over kneeling on the floor as she searched the room. She really was frightened of the little bit of chaos she'd introduced, how cute. Maria didn't want to give up the gig just yet by showing it was a ghost behind this. No, she'd wait for Carlotta to move so she could come from behind again.
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Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Jun 15, 2013 14:47:47 GMT -5
A disembodied chortle echoed through the room. Carlotta looked around in a terrified confusion, grabbing the nearest object to her (which happened to be a pillow) and held it up like a shield, frantically looking around. She looked a bit like a bedtime Brunhilde, to be quite frank.
Cautiously, she crawled along the floor, looking in each and every nook and cranny, like a child checking under their bed for monsters. This was really starting to give her the willies…
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Post by Maria Chevau on Jun 15, 2013 15:45:54 GMT -5
Oh, this was just great. She was almost splitting her sides with laughter watching the woman look around her eyes almost as big as her head. She held that pillow like it was in a death clutch as well as if it was the last thing she wanted to part with holding it up as a shield against whatever it was attacking her. Grinning she watched as the woman crawled over the ground beginning to check the nooks and crannies.
Maria quickly materialized under the bed, taking on her normal appearance of a girl with a slightly ragged dress. She didn't look bad, like she needed the dress fixed, but it wasn't as bad as her death form. Besides, it took the least effort to materialize with.
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Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Jun 16, 2013 22:45:05 GMT -5
The laughing was continuing, and Carlotta was growing more and more uneasy. What could possibly be going on in here? Surely she could have noticed if someone had broken into her room in the middle of the night. But no…. The door was still closed, and as far as she was aware, there were no signs that it had been recently opened…
It was no sooner than she had peered under her bed that Carlotta caught sight of something highly unexpected, which caused her to let out a yelp in surprise. There, beneath her bed, was a young girl, no older than probably about sixteen, dressed in rags and staring back at her.
“W-who are you? What are you doing here!? How did you get in here!?” Carlotta half asked, half demanded. She was not exactly thrilled with the situation of finding some strange person hiding in her room and beneath her bed.
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Post by Maria Chevau on Jun 16, 2013 22:55:42 GMT -5
Finally the lady got around to looking under the bed. It had taken ages for her to think to check under there. Well, she supposed that when looking under there one was close to looking for the boogeyman, not someone in the midst of potentially sabotaging a good night's rest. The yelp earned another grin from the now visible ghost watching the diva in amusement.
"Maria. I came to play. Do you want to play with me?" Playfully she tilted her head moving closer to where Carlotta was but still not where she would be out from under where she was. "I promise, it'll be fun. I won't hurt you." The woman might hurt herself out of fright, but that was her own business, not Maria's.
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Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Jun 18, 2013 2:40:20 GMT -5
Carlotta stared in utter shock for a moment. A girl!? How had a girl managed to get there beneath her bed? The diva was completely baffled by the concept! She couldn’t have climbed in through the window… could she have? Though the door had been closed the whole time and there wasn’t any other way to get in, and the window had been open previously… This was all far too much to think about.
Maria. I came to play. Do you want to play with me? I promise, it'll be fun. I won't hurt you How was Carlotta supposed to respond to that? A strange girl suddenly appeared beneath her bed… and of all things in the world… she wanted to play!?
“Why are you in here to play? Don’t you have anywhere else you could be, perhaps with someone closer to your own age?” the diva huffed. She really was not very pleased with having had been woken up so early. “Get out from underneath there…”
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Post by Maria Chevau on Jun 18, 2013 8:32:31 GMT -5
No, there really weren't many close to her own age in the manor. Maria slowly crawled forwards, concentrating as she went. She wanted to make sure the transition went slowly. As she came out the wounds from her death slowly formed over her body eyes darkening as the beautiful dress slowly fell apart. When the transformation was complete she moved to be standing before her. "Ready to play?"
She knew how she looked. There was little worse than seeing someone die before you their flesh melting away as blood poured down. This would surely send her screaming.
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Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Jun 19, 2013 19:41:52 GMT -5
As the girl crawled forward toward her, Carlotta backed upon her knees, clutching the pillow to her chest and eventually backing up against the wall. Slowly, as the girl approached, she began to transform before the diva’s ever, very slowly…
First, her eyes darkened. Then her dress began to fall apart in pieces until she was in utter shambles. Ready to play?, she asked. Carlotta’s eyes widened in terror. Flesh and blood were melting away like the yolk dripping out of an undercooked egg.
Her mouth opened wide and she screamed in horror at the sight before her eyes. Still clutching the pillow, she ran to the door, screaming and flying out, down the halls of the dormitories and downstairs.
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Post by Maria Chevau on Jun 19, 2013 20:40:01 GMT -5
Maria laughed and laughed as the diva screamed. She couldn't help herself, it was just far too perfect. She was holding that pillow so tightly Maria was surprised the singer hadn't destroyed it yet. She supposed it was tougher than that.
She had completely faded away by the time Carlotta reached the end of the halls unable to hold a solid form through the laughter. Rolling over Maria happily let herself drift back up to the attic. It was wonderful. She really needed to scare people more often.
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