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 May 24, 2012 13:23:58 GMT -5
It was finally time. It was eight thirty in the evening on Holy Saturday and finally time for the Easter Vigil to take place. Christine had been frantically preparing for this for the past week. She so desperately missed attending mass, and the Easter Vigil service was one of her favorite services of the entire year. She had attended it every Easter since she was a little child when her father first took her, and so it held a very special meaning to her.
She had waited in anticipation for this moment while at the manor and now, finally, it was here. She peered at all of the pews to see who had bothered to come to the little make-shift Vigil she and several others had worked to put together, hoping to at least see a few familiar faces amongst those attending.
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Post by ladybarbossa on Jun 1, 2012 18:55:57 GMT -5
Easter. The time of the Lord Jesus Christ's resurrection. A time of reflection and holy observance. And for the Vicomtesse, a hope for forgiveness from God for the sins she committed. Perhaps here she will ask for purity and to be saved from her wickedness. Among other things, such as prayer for her Husband, her lost son, and others.
Making her way from her room through the Manor to the restored Chapel. Adorned in an off white dress with some lace and some floral decor upon it. Simple yet elegant, modest and perfect for this holy day. The whole time prepared herself for being at the Vigil.
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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 Jun 3, 2012 0:57:10 GMT -5
((remember, Vigil is Saturday evening.))
Christine sighed in relief when she saw the silhouette of the older Christine enter the room in the darkness of the chapel. She certainly hoped that the woman had brought a candle with her. She knew that she was a Protestant and wasn't sure if she knew how the Easter Vigil service worked entirely...
Se took a deep breath and recited over in her head, praying that there wouldn't only be one person and that Monsieur Lavalais would show to play the organ like he had said he would. She adjusted her bonnet waiting. It was almost time...
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Post by ladybarbossa on Jun 10, 2012 20:14:13 GMT -5
Standing at the doorway a moment as she glanced around the darkened Chapel. Inhaling deeply as she felt anxious for being here. But... something like this will do her good no doubt.
Striding into the Chapel, she gave a slight smile to the younger golden hair Christine before she took a seat in the pews. What now? She wondered how this all went. Communion? Hymns? Prayers? For now she would sit there and ponder. Perhaps a silent prayer to God to forgive her for what she's done.
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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 Jun 11, 2012 18:31:15 GMT -5
Christine looked around in a bit of disappointment. There was hardly anyone here so far. The only one was Madame de Chagny who had helped in the restoration of the chapel. Not even Monsieur Lavalais was here, which made her worry since he had said that he would play the organ for the vigil...
She closed her eyes briefly. There was a certain stiffness in the air of the chapel that evening which she had been trying to ignore, but it was making her feel a little lightheaded. She couldn't imagine why though. Perhaps she was just nervous. In the mean time, she tried to ignore it.
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Post by Erik Lavalais on Jun 11, 2012 20:18:32 GMT -5
Erik adjusted his cravat, hoping he looked as good as Teressa had assured him he did. He'd dressed in white today, all white. It was a change from his usual all black ensembles, and he thought perhaps it would have a good reaction? That perhaps he'd impress Christine? Or maybe that was too much to hope for. Taking one last moment to make sure his mask was straight and every last hair was tucked into the leather thong he used to tie back his ponytail today, he took a deep breath. Then he entered the little chapel.
It looked much better than it had when he'd first been in there. Now, it was presentable, cleaner, and brighter. He strode over to the organ, taking the books of music and going over the program of music to accompany the service. He'd rebuilt the organ to be better than it probably was when it was new. There was a new third tier of keys, adding a whole new set of pipes to be explored, as well as a few extra foot pedals. This was going to be a grand service indeed. It made him smile beneath his newly discovered white three-quarter mask.
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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 Jun 12, 2012 15:18:54 GMT -5
Christine let out a soft sigh of relief when she saw Monsieur Lavalais stride into the dark chapel and make his way toward the organ. It was a great relief to know that there would at least be the service music along with the mass, even if there was only one person to attend.
It was a bit comforting though, the reassurance that this poor attempt at a Vigil would not be a complete failure. She still was not feeling quite well in the cool stiffness of the air, but at least she was n't so nervous any more. There was only a few more minutes until they would start. Should anyone come in later on in the service, so be it, but they could not wait forever.
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Raoul de Chagny
If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug, she is lost. But I shall save her.
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Jun 13, 2012 11:39:43 GMT -5
Raoul hurried through the hallways of the manor, loathing the winding passageways that he always seemed to get lost in. He hadn’t been there all that long, so he supposed it made sense for him to get lost, but that didn’t mean that he was happy about it. He had been reading in the library all day and had fallen asleep, then he had had trouble finding his room again. Eventually he had, and had changed into a black frock coat and trousers with a matching waistcoat and necktie for the occasion.
Somehow he managed to find the chapel—or at least that’s what it looked like in any case. There was an altar, pews, and three other people there. That was rather strange, as Christine had told him that there were a quite a few other people who lived here. He spotted his fiancée and silently walked over to stand beside her. Taking another look around the room he noted that an auburn-haired woman was there as well. The third person caused him to pale—not necessarily in fear, but alarm. A masked man in white…Erik wore a mask. A feeling of both dread and anger fell over him as his eyes widened in realization. Subconsciously he felt himself moving closer to his fiancée in a protective stance, his eyebrows knitting together, enraged, as he glared at the man. He was the one keeping them here, wasn’t he? And he had the nerve to follow her into a chapel…
His fist curled at his side and he mentally chided himself for not bringing a weapon. Then again, who brings a weapon to a vigil? Even so he had promised himself that if he ever saw Erik then he would shoot him on the spot for what he had put the both of them through. He stepped in front of Christine and continued staring at the man almost challengingly, daring him to try and take her again. Over my dead body he will.
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Post by Erik Lavalais on Jun 13, 2012 15:15:46 GMT -5
Erik turned to look at Christine. Only she wasn't alone, like he'd expected. There was a man, dressed in black with a fair mustache, standing between him and Christine. The man was glaring at him, and Erik furrowed his brows beneath his mask. What on earth was this man glaring at him for? Erik had never seen...then it hit him. This man HAD to be Christine's fiance. And more than likely, the man was mistaking him for this other Erik who'd wronged Christine...MERDE...
Erik set his music down on the bench, then casually walked toward Christine and the man. All the while, he evaluated every inch of this fiance of hers. What did she see in him? He was good looking for a male, yes, but what else could he have? His complexion showed that he was young, in his prime. But it also gave away that he was - more than likely - naive. The way he had his hands out next to him showed signs of wear, hard work. But the way he'd manicured his fingernails showed that he was from a high status of background. More than likely, this man was enrolled in the service. Which meant that he was versed in fighting...might have to watch out for that. Erik almost snickered at the man's eyes. He was only a child, really. The way his eyes looked said it all. Yes, he was completely single-minded. THAT would be something Erik could use in future.
"Good evening, Mademoiselle Daaé . Happy Easter." Erik nodded at Christine, then turned to the boy. "I don't believe we've met...?"
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Post by ladybarbossa on Jun 13, 2012 16:13:47 GMT -5
Seated there with her head hung and eyes closed, praying silently with such a pinched face. Feeling that God would never forgive her for all that she'd done but she still tried nevertheless. Enveloped in her silent prayers she did not notice that others arrived.
Opening her eyes eventually to look upon the alter with glassy pained eyes. Remaining silently. Then movement caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Turning to see a masked man and another man beside the young golden hair Christine. She observed them a moment before she removed her gaze from them. It was not good to eavesdrop, either by sight or sound, upon others.
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Erik Lenoir
Hide your face, so the world will never find you...
Hide your face so the world will never find you...
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Jun 13, 2012 16:58:10 GMT -5
Erik was walking through the manor one Saturday evening, in a place in the mansion he had never explored.Another room with beautifully carved doors. Curious, he pushed the door open and discovered a small and lovely chapel. At first he was tempted to back out, but then he realized that it was the eve of Easter. He had seldom been to church since he was a child and for some odd reason, it drew him. He took off his hat and slipped in very quietly, hoping no one would notice him. He sat in a pew that was in back, in the last row.
He noticed that Erik Lavalais was there, ,completely dressed in white, including mask, and the little blonde Christine with her Raoul, the one he had rescued from the Siren's pool. He saw Christine Emilie there too and averted his eyes. It would not do to be seen looking at de Chagny's wife in a place like this.
Instead, Erik started to think about Lavalais' daughter, Teressa. He had met her just a short time ago and was quite taken with her. He wished she were here. Perhaps she would sit with him if she were. Then again, there was Lavalais, would he approve? Erik thought not. He seemed rather overprotective of the girl, whom he thought certainly old enough to take care of herself.
Erik opened a hymnal full of Latin hymns. It looked as if Lavalais would be the organist tonight. Who would be the presiding priest? Even though Erik had been absent from Church for most of his life, the lessons learned in childhood were still as clear as when he was a child.
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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 Jun 14, 2012 15:47:25 GMT -5
((The Vigil itself will start momentarily. I will have the whole thing posted in Blondie's prayer book by the time it actually begins the service.)) Christine's eyes lit up when she saw her fiancé enter the darkened chapel, dressed in his Sunday best. She hadn't been sure that he would be able to find the chapel on his own, so she was quite glad to see that not only had he made it there, but also that he had managed to do so before the service started. When he came to stand beside her, she took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze accompanied be a smile. “ I'm so glad you found it” she said, beaming. She was wearing a white lacy veiled bonnet and a lilac frock that almost appeared white in the ill lighting. She wanted to give him a kiss on the cheek, but it wasn't exactly the appropriate place for such, especially not with so many people around to see them, so a smile would have to do. She didn't take much note to his change in position, but his expression changed and he was no longer looking at her, which made her the slightest bit concerned. She tried to look around him, following his gaze, but the difference in height between the two made it quite difficult to see. It was as she was trying to figure out what or who exactly Raoul was looking at when she spotted Monsieur Lavalais walking toward them. She smiled had him, the fact that he was nearly identical in appearance to Érik not phasing her at the moment. “ Good evening and a Happy Easter to you as well. Raoul, this is Monsieur Lavalais, he agreed to play organ for the occasion. Monsieur Lavalais, this is my fiancé, Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny.” She caught sight briefly, out of the corner of her eye, Monsieur Lenoir enter the chapel. She turned to look at hi briefly, tilting her head a little. She certainly had not expected to see him in a place like this, and especially not for any services, however makeshift they may be. He didn't particularly strike her as the religious type. She made no comment though. That would have been rude, and the Lord's home was open to any and all who would come. Instead, she returned her attentions to her fiancé and to the tall organist who had come to greet them.
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
You need the man you knew back here beside you?
You need the man you knew back here beside you?
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Jun 17, 2012 13:20:07 GMT -5
Edouard had heard talk that there would be an Easter Vigil at the chapel. He didn't even know that there was a chapel in the mansion, but with a few questions here and there he found out the details. He hadn't been to church since he had come to the mansion, for Christine usually insisted and if he wasn't too badly hung over, he usually went with her and Gustave. He found he really was missing it.
He dressed in his light blue suit, with a navy blue silk waistcoat and matching ascot. He expected that Christine would be there most likely.
He found the place with no trouble, two wooden doors with crosses and religious art carved into them. He wondered where they would find a priest in this mansion. He opened the doors quietly to a charming little chapel. The first thing he noticed was that Lenoir was sitting in the back. It surprised Edouard, as he didn't think that old reprobate would be found anywhere near a house of worship. Further toward the front sat his Christine. The little blonde Christine was there, with her Raoul and a tall man, dressed in white, with a mask. He wasn't sure who that was, as he had never spoken to him.
Edouard genuflected and moved into the pew next to Christine. He took her hand and smiled.
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Post by ladybarbossa on Jun 17, 2012 20:53:16 GMT -5
Seated there in the forward pew, head hanging and not trying to pay attention to the other Christine, her beau and the very tall man. Completely unaware of Lenoir's presence. But she hung her head, eyes closed, hands folded and clasped as though in prayer. White knuckled clasping as she was praying silently and begging for God's forgiveness. The weight of her troubles caused her shoulders to hunch and nearly on the verge of crying.
The touch of a hand caused her to nearly jerk with a start as those eyes opened to see a familiar hand having taken hers. Looking sideways to see it was her Husband. The stunned look upon her face and now glassy eyes was unmistakable. After a moment as the astonishment wore off, a weak smile spread upon her lips as she placed her hand top his and held it, almost squeezing it gently. Perhaps this is a start. Perhaps things will get better. Perhaps there will be some mending. Perhaps they can start over.
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Raoul de Chagny
If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug, she is lost. But I shall save her.
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Jun 24, 2012 22:39:01 GMT -5
Raoul stiffened as the man’s eyes met his and he moved closer to Christine still, his eyes narrowing even further to a full force glare. He would not take her from him. Oh how he wished he had brought his rifle or his pistol at least! But he would fight him with his bare hands if he had to. He would die to save her if he had to. He had sworn that Erik would never take her again, and he would not—not if he had anything to say about it.
He suddenly seized her hand and pulled her behind him, taking a huge initiative by doing so, as the man rose and approached them both. He greeted Christine as if there was nothing wrong, and when she had the same casual, pleasant tone, he stared at her in disbelief. The man then had the audacity to ask his name. Before Raoul could say anything, she introduced him to him as ‘Monseiur Lavalais.’ The young man clenched his fists and his fair eyebrows knit together in rage. “Do you really think me daft enough to not know who you are?!” he demanded angrily. “You tried to drown me and kidnapped my fiancée . If you think that you are going to get away with this then you are sadly mistaken.”
“Christine, Christine listen to me.” he pleaded with her, taking her by the shoulders. He glared at the man again momentarily before fixing his eyes on hers. “He is lying. He is Erik, the Phantom—your teacher. He wants to trick you, to make you think he’s someone else but it’s him. You shan’t take her from me!” he shouted, pulling Christine close and standing in front of her protectively. He knew very well that they were in a chapel and he should keep his voice down low, but he was sure that God would forgive him for protecting the woman he loved.
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