An Adult's Eyes (Christine)

[Cyrille Cyncad]

What would be seen through an adult's eyes? Would an adult find the situation more amusing? Cyrille dragged herself through the ground in long strides, her head tilted toward the ground. She looked all-around pathetic with her hair slightly out of shape and frazzled, a little self-loathing happened to do that to a person. Yet she couldn't complain since the current situation was the best she'd ever had in ages. A stable job that could just support a family of three. Her mother bought the coat she had desired for weeks, and her brother could finally pay a visit to a good hospital for his work injuries. So what could be wrong?

Everything, she wanted to scream like a child. She was getting too caught up in her work. At first Cyrille only wanted the money, and the offer of talent for cash was quite tempting. But seeing people look up at her like some great heroine also gave her an unexplainable feeling. Being loved just for one's voice... She wouldn't deny it, selfishness was a main part of her personality. Too bad she often forgot to mention it, or else she could have continued working at the Moulin Rouge. But being on stage was simply too addicting.

Finally stopping in the middle of the area, she made herself comfortable by making herself face forward like a child being put into a 'time out' space. Grow up, the woman told herself repeatedly. It had happened a few days ago in fact. Cyrille had decided to step out of her normal routine of wearing professional clothes to wear something more frilly and pink. It looked pretty nice on her, she had to admit. But late in the afternoon, after practice while she was packing up it happened. Even though her face couldn't have been seen, her copper hair was still visible. And yet, some of the older patrons still walked up to her and said...

"Madame Christine!"

She pouted, then stopped to scratch her head in a masculine fashion. Not to mention the new leading lady, but similar to an adolescent, she decided to sulk about each situation separately. So was she just some duplicate? Or even worse, a failure as a duplicate? A firm hand met her cheek. Bad girl, the actress scolded herself. She had to get her act together. Fate seemed to work that way. Almost everyone around knew Christine de Changy was a sweet lady, and rumor was the new lead was just as kind. Cyrille pouted again, looking out at the area with a blank gaze. She had not the talent nor the luck. Oh, she was totally jealous.

"I'm no good like this..."

[Christine De Changy]

An Adult's Eyes



It had been a long week for Christine and she found herself at home alone wandering the empty rooms driving herself slowly insane with worries. So rather than go completely insane she threw a dark blue shawl on and grabbed her hat and left the house. It was quite a way from their home to the Jardins des Tulieries so she got their driver to take her there, she had often visited the gardens when she’d been performing at the Opera House and found the stone paths and grassy lawns a wonderful recluse from the busy Parisian Streets.

Of course on a day like today the gardens where full of couples and children playing on the lawns but she wasn’t opposed to it rather she wished she had thought to bring Charles and Lizzy but today they where out with Raoul. Stepping out of the car she turned to thank the driver watching him drive away, he would pick her up in an hour or so when he’d brought Raoul and the children home.

With a sigh she turned to follow the path gazing at the people around it, it was strange she thought how no one seemed to have the worries she did. If anyone knew she was worrying about well…a ghost…well a distorted musical genius that haunted the Opera House they would laugh at her and call her insane. Of course she expected a lot of them had heard stories but them believing them was unlikely. Only those who had experienced his wrath themselves would believe it.

As Christine walked the paths her eyes where drawn to a young woman, the woman looked rather distressed and Christine was shocked to see her slap herself firmly across the cheek. Now Christine had two choices, a. she could walk by and pretend she hadn’t seen her or b. she could ask the woman if she was alright. Christine’s humanity won and she slowly made her way over to the woman, as she reached her she struggled for some words that would be suitable to say to the woman but she failed at coming up with anything. All she could manage was a meek smile and the words “Hello” before she trailed off and looked extremely embarrassed. Her cheeks turned crimson red and Christine wondered why on earth she hadn’t just let the woman alone like anyone else would. Maybe Christine was too kind for her own good or just too damn curious.



Word Count. 412
Status. Finnished.
Extra Notes.
I'm sorry its not very good.

[Cyrille Cyncad]

Be quiet and get yourself together, she continued the mantra, trying to push out the childish jealousy that was within her. However Cyrille had never been so overtaken with such feelings, so she was finding it difficult. That was until she thought about what really mattered. She still had a good career with a nice paycheck that could feed her family, where did she get off being so selfish? It was the first time she had to actually convince herself to be comfortable in her own skin.

She thought about Christine again. As a 'calm' actress, she had been let in on some gossip from older patrons and dancers. Apparently the more mature lady had been kidnapped a couple of times by a hidden person. She couldn't bring herself to call the person a phantom or ghost since those beings were superficial. To kidnap a person, one must be one-hundred percent real. But rumor had it she had also been tutored to sing, again by an unknown person. Cyrille would never wish a kidnapping on anyone, but did wonder if Christine had any memories of that person. Maybe she could track him down...

It's none of my business, she reminded herself forcefully. She was practically a newcomer at the opera, nothing was her business. Yet suddenly a feminine voice offered a greeting to her, snapping the red-head out of her thoughts. Oh god, hopefully no one important saw her smack herself... but it had been. Her eyes widened at the woman standing, her own cheeks turning a vibrant shade of pink. The irony! But now would be a good time to apologize, Cyrille thought. Better to apologize and look weird than to live with knowing she was guilty of insulting Christine de Changy.

“Hello,” she said, her voice slightly tinged with sadness. "You are... Madame de Changy, yes? My name is Cyrille Cyncad. You do not know me, but I have thought things about you that are unbecoming of Madame Christine de Changy. For that, I'm sorry and hope you will forgive me someday."

((OOC: No, I should be the one saying I'm sorry. My posts are all kinda weird... xD ))

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[Christine De Changy]

An Adult's Eyes





“You are... Madame de Changy, yes? My name is Cyrille Cyncad. You do not know me, but I have thought things about you that are unbecoming of Madame Christine de Changy. For that, I'm sorry and hope you will forgive me someday."

Christine looked at Cyrille taken aback; it was strange that the woman should know her and Christine not recognise her at all although it was likely the woman knew her because of the attention given to her due to her being kidnapped from the stage by…her angel. For the woman to have thought about Christine in what she stated was an ‘unbecoming way’ made Christine feel uneasy. She could imagine that rumours would of course be started with her arriving back to the Opera House but she hadn’t really worried too much about it as a problem. She had been too busy worrying about the insane musical genius living beneath the Opera House, she hoped things wouldn’t go as they had before and innocent people loose their lives.

“I’m sorry to hear that Mademoiselle Cyncad” Christine said for she was at a loss of what else to say to this strange woman, Christine couldn’t help but feel curious as to what the woman thought but she knew she’d rather not know for if she did know she would worry about it for the rest of the day if not week and right now it was one more worry Christine couldn’t cope with. “I didn’t want to disturb you Mademoiselle…” Christine paused wondering how to word her next words tactfully, although it was obvious the woman wasn’t opposed to being truthful otherwise she wouldn’t have told Christine how she had thought of her, “Only I noticed you looked a little distressed. Is everything okay?” Christine said a look of concern crossing her face as she gazed at the woman.


Word Count. 310
Status. Finnished.
Extra Notes.
No worries but im sorry how short this is!