Erik Castagne
When you sing, the angels weep...
When you sing, the angels weep...
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Post by Erik Castagne on Oct 30, 2012 18:03:39 GMT -5
Erik wondered why this Lenoir would not confess to being the owner of the mansion if indeed he was. And odder yet, if he were not, why would he not know who was the owner, if he had been there for some time. Of course Castagne had no idea why he himself had been brought here and how. Falling asleep in his own home and awakening here...quite strange circumstances. Erik wondered if Maria had been brought here in such an odd way.
"Before Erik takes his leave, may he ask one more question?" Erik hoped that he did not appear to be too inquisitive, but he really wanted to know. "How did Madamoiselle Gianelli come here and why?" Erik really hadn't meant to ask such an involved question, as it would perhaps take Maria a few minutes to answer. He started to blush behind his mask, thinking perhaps he was becoming too familiar with this woman, which he certainly had no intention of doing. But he did like her and would enjoy seeing the mansion with her. Perhaps in another day or two.
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maria
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Post by maria on Oct 30, 2012 19:17:03 GMT -5
Walking along beside Castagne shifting her eyes from the distant stars to the masked man. "Of course," as she looked back at him listening to his inquiry. After he asked his question she seemed a little tense, almost disturbed. Looking away and down while fidgeting with her hands since she had nothing like a purse or anything else to occupy her fingers. Thinking about the moment before she came here, being terrified and running away through the underground then a hand and sudden darkness.
"I was...," she trailed off for a moment as that nightmare was remembered. ".. lost. I don't know how it happened but when I awoke, I was in complete darkness. Mister Lenoir found me down in the tunnels below the Manor." She still didn't look at Castagne as the memory was a little upsetting but she inhaled deeply and released it to be rid of that fearful time then looked at Castagne with a weak smile.
"What about you?" she inquired. A little curious to know since she learned others arrive here strangely from what Lenoir said.
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Erik Castagne
When you sing, the angels weep...
When you sing, the angels weep...
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Post by Erik Castagne on Nov 10, 2012 16:04:09 GMT -5
It seemed to Erik that Maria had had quite a frightening experience being in complete darkness very suddenly. And this Lenoir, he had found Maria? It almost seemed that belied what Maria had said about Lenoir not knowing who owned the place. He must know something, thought Erik. How is it possible that he found this woman wandering about in the dark? How did he know so much? Erik wondered if he should make an effort to meet him. Perhaps he did know the way to leave the manor....
As Maria related that bit of her story, she seemed frightened and upset. Not unlike his own experience. Usually nothing frightened Erik Castagne. He had lived alone so long and before that, had many strange experiences. He could defend himself and was not really afraid of anything in particular....until his experience coming here....
"Miss Gianelli, Erik also came to this place in a strange manner. Erik was sitting in his home and ..." Erik didn't want to mention Christine because the situation would seem untoward, and there was really nothing bad about it. Erik had simply required Christine's presence in his home so she could get to know him and he could begin to court her in preparation for their marriage.
"Erik went to sleep in a chair that night and when he awoke, was in a place that was exactly like his home, to every detail, and yet, was not. When Erik left his home, he found himself in the manor."
Erik was feeling uncomfortable again, after saying what he felt was too much. Possibly he could trust her, but he wasn't sure. He sighed, making the thin gauze over his mouth move outward.
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maria
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Post by maria on Nov 11, 2012 16:49:24 GMT -5
It was common of those who come to the Manor to arrive in a most secretive, unusual way. A person was always in such a distraught state as she noticed. Even she was in such hysterics in that darkness. Since then, she came to accept her life here at Manor. It was a grand place with a guarantee of a future with the Opera that Lenoir planned to restore and showcase productions. Life was not so bad here. So far.
Being rather bold but felt she needed to comfort him with a kind gesture stating he was not alone here. Resting her hand gently upon his arm as she looked back at him. "We all came here in nearly the same way. We all live here now." She smiled a little, "we all have a good life and future here."
After a moment's pause she smiled a little more. "Tomorrow I will show you around. We can explore this grand estate together. Perhaps help you become at ease?"
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Erik Castagne
When you sing, the angels weep...
When you sing, the angels weep...
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Post by Erik Castagne on Nov 12, 2012 19:28:00 GMT -5
"Everyone came in a strange frightening way?" asked Erik, puzzled. It is hard to believe that such things can happen, and more than once." Erik was speaking more to this woman than he had spoken to any one person in many years. What was it about her that made him wish to communicate with her? Perhaps the fact that she had a similar experience or that she seemed kind and not enquiring of the mask. Or perhaps something else.
She touched his arm, and his first thought was to pull away, for normally those who were this close to him and were ready to lay a hand on him, were rough and unforgiving. But her touch was gentle and kind. He looked down at her hand on his arm, then raised his eyes to her face and once again beheld her odd-eyed beauty. His brown eyes glinted yellow just then, a golden yellow of which he was completely unaware.
Erik looked down at her hand again on his arm, and placed his own hand upon hers. "Erik has cold hands, Mademoiselle. Do not be frightened." Behind the mask, he smiled, the only outward evidence of this were his eyes, again glinting that golden yellow. "Erik would be quite pleased to explore the estate with Miss Gianelli..."
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