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Post by Thomas Boehm on Jan 13, 2013 12:28:09 GMT -5
Thomas smiled. "Oh yes, I love this place. Its so old and beautiful, and unusually magical." His eyes happily passed around th old library, taking in the architecture and antique furniture and the numerous leatehrbound volumes on the shelves. He turned back to Christine adn chuckled softly.
"To be honest, I came here because the rent was free and no one was going to bother in this place - no one in town will go near it!" He shook his head and laughed at the silliness of the townspeople.
"I wanted to be alone," He continued, a little more quiet and reserved this time, "And I wanted to be away from the looks and everbody telling me I was odd. Even though they wouldnt say it, I knew they were always thinking that - or that I was waisting my time living out of my parent's house teaching and playing music. Here...here I'm just as strange and unusual as this old house, and it at least appreciates my music."
He smiled and once again held his hand out to Christine. "So, shall we look for your beau then, Mademoiselle?"
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Jan 14, 2013 2:16:17 GMT -5
Christine listened to why Monsieur Boehm explained that he lived here at the Manor now. She supposed it made sense enough: no rent, no people looking at him funny.... She supposed in that sense he was a little like Érik, not wanting to by judged by, or to be disturbed by the 'human race' so he called them... Érik... She trembled lightly, closing her eyes for a brief moment before reopening them to look back at Thomas.
He then suggested that they look for Raoul, upon which she turned away for a moment in thought. “I... I am not sure what good that it would do, but.. Thank you.” She nodded a little toward him, eyes downcast. “I am more than grateful for any help anyone would be willing to give... ”
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Post by Thomas Boehm on Jan 25, 2013 16:19:24 GMT -5
Thomas nodded and smiled supportively at Christine.
"Good." he said happily. "Now, where to begin?" He gazed around him as he organized the manor's floor plan in his mind. "Is there any place your young man would gravitate towards? The Ballroom perhaps? Or maybe the games room...a lot o the men who appear here seem to end up there one way or another..."
He thoughtfully scratched his chin as he worked out where this young man would be, if he was in the house at all. Suddenly, a though came to him and h took his hand from his chin and turned back to Christine.
"What does your young man look like Mademoiselle?" He asked quickly, remembering that he had no idea what this man looked like. He had to be able to tell which of the Raouls was [i[her[/i] Raoul, or things could get weird, confusing and unsettling very quickly.
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Jan 26, 2013 3:45:38 GMT -5
“I… I couldn’t tell you, to be honest. I haven’t the faintest idea as to what things are here… We haven’t been able to see one another outside of the Opéra for the most part, until our engagement became official, and even then, we’ve been somewhat in hiding… He liked to play games with me and to hear stories with me when I was a child, but I’ve no idea where to even begin… Oh dear…”
She began to wring her hands again, out of habit, and began to scan the room frantically with her eyes. She wanted desperately for him to be there, but knew that it was unlikely, if not, impossible for him to be. What she was certain of, however, was that if she were not careful, Érik could get word and stop him before he were ever able to find her. She’d been terrified to death once for his life, and knew she could not bear much more of this sort of uncertainty.
And then Thomas asked her what he looked like. Of course he would need to know in order to help her find him, so she finally fixed her eyes back upon him and spoke. “He’s about your height, he has blue eyes, blonde hair a bit darker than mine, a thin moustache…. He’s very lean too – he works on a ship…. Oh! He’s generally very shy, so it’s unlikely you’ll find him with anyone at all unless he’s asking for help to find me… Oh dear… I hope he’s here… He must be worried sick by now…”
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