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Post by Raoul de Changy on Feb 27, 2009 20:24:37 GMT -5
Raoul fumbled a bit as he made his way through one of the corridors backstage, making his way from the direction where Christine's dressing room used to be and towards the door to the foyer. At least, he hoped he was. But there was so much on his mind at the moment that he couldn’t say for certain. Most of the lingering memories of the dream he had had last night. Again. And the images from that dream had been gnawing at him all day. Why wouldn’t it go away? He had done everything he could think make the memories and the images disappear. But as he sat there by the table, staring out in front of him, he could see it all again; Christine willingly had gone back to the Ghost, said that she loved him, had always loved him. Charles had been there too. Of course, a voice in his head sneered at him. Why wouldn’t he be with his parents? His real parents. With a shudder he thought about how they had all been laughing at him too. It was if he had been the only who didn’t know the truth. He had tried telling Christine about it that morning but he just couldn’t get himself to do it. He didn’t want to hear her pretty laughter mocking him for taking a mere dream so seriously. But if she on the other hand in some way or another would confirm what the dream – no, nightmare was more like it - was trying to tell him the truth… Well, he certainly didn’t want to hear that.
Why he was here he could no longer remember. Maybe he had to search for the Phantom. Maybe he had come to free Christine from the clutches of the monster. Most likely though, he had come in search for answers. Thinking back at how he had been when he first arrived at the opera house that day he realised how foolish it all was. Christine had never given him any real reason to doubt… It was the nightmares that frequently haunted him that made him wonder. But why? He had had nightmares before, but had never given them much thought after waking up. Why should this one be different? Because Charles had a talent for music? So was his mother. Was it his name? But that didn’t necessarily mean anything either.
Deciding that walking about in his current state of mind was no good he sat down on a step at the bottom of a small flight of stairs, letting out a heavy sigh as he rested his head in his hands. He was glad that hallway was only dimlylit for he didn't want anyone to see him right now. Not when he was feeling so out of it. |
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Post by Marguerite Giry on Feb 27, 2009 20:54:40 GMT -5
Meg was on the stage, teaching the ballet girls. She was getting much better at trying not to yell at them like her mother did, but she didn't want to yell at them. They were new to the Opera and very young too. "Come on girls! Get To it!" she said as she banged her cane towards the ground. Meg, looked around at them, and noticed some of them talking and being annoying. She banged the stick one more time and said "Okay girls, take five! Then We'll be back to finish up!" she said eyeing all of them one by one.
Then she turned around and looked at someone. He looked familiar but couldn't understand where he could be from. Meg looked at him more closely. It was Raoul. She sighed, and walked over to him slowly. Hoping he wasn't going to be violent with her. Mostly all men are violent when she met all drunken men that were hanging about the Opera. "Monsieur de Chagny?" she asked curiously. Meg waited for an answer. Hoping he was alright. "Do you need any help?" she asked a moment later.
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Post by Raoul de Changy on Feb 27, 2009 21:49:57 GMT -5
At the sound of a woman’s voice Raoul looked up, but looked down again in shame when he saw who it was. Did he need any help? Most certainly. But there was nothing Meg could do. There was only one, possibly two, who could tell him what he needed to hear to put his mind at ease. He closed his eyes for a moment in an attempt to gather his thoughts but it didn’t make much of a difference. He slowly shook his head in reply to her question. |
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Post by Marguerite Giry on Feb 28, 2009 13:54:22 GMT -5
Meg gazed at Raoul, as he placed his hands to his head. Obviously he was drunk. Backing up a bit more, she looked around to find some assistance. Holding her cane with her right hand, and moving a piece of hair from her face, and placing it behind her ear, she said calmly once more to Marie. "Marie, Get my room prepared for Monsieur de Chagny" she said softly. Meg looked around and saw one of the stage hands. "Close the Curtain Armand. Tell the ballet girls practice is canceled for tonight." she said to the stage hand. The ballet girls walked off the stage and she took Raoul with one hand. "Come Monsieur de Chagny. Come with me." she said once again and gently.
She softly walked up the stairs with him, and looked at him. "I cannot believe what has gotten into you Monsieur. Last Time I saw you, you were with Christine" then the thought came to her mind when she said it her friends' name. "Here we are Monsieur" she said guiding him into a guest room in the Opera. She led him into her own room. Which was her mothers room back then. Meg, looked at him once more and sat down, once the door closed on them. Everyone had gone to bed at the time they were alone. There was silence in the room for a moment. Meg, watched him one moment later. A maid came in a moment later and Meg turned to her. "Giselle, Get me a cup of water please" she said gently and quietly to Giselle. Giselle walked out and they were in her mother's room.
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Post by Raoul de Changy on Feb 28, 2009 16:07:04 GMT -5
Raoul glanced up again to see Meg reach our her hand to him. He hesitated for a moment, not sure if he should accept any assistance in getting up. (He was still clear enough to know that it wouldn’t look good if anyone saw him needing help to do something as simple as standing up.) Then again he already made a rather messed up appearance as it were so taking the woman’s hand wouldn’t make much difference either way.
He let her lead him up the stairs again, not saying a word as they walked. When she spoke again he felt embarrassed, like a child who had been caught red-handed in stealing cookies and was being scolded by his nanny, but he still didn’t say anything. But when she spoke Christine’s name he let out a soft whimper, one he hoped Meg didn’t hear.
Then suddenly they stopped. "Here we are," she said and opened the door to what he soon realised must’ve been her room. He followed her inside and simply stood there, waiting while she conversed with the maid. |
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Post by Marguerite Giry on Feb 28, 2009 16:21:46 GMT -5
Meg talked with Giselle for a moment, in French. Giselle walked off and looked at Raoul. Not knowing what to say next. He watched him for a moment. Meg undid her ribbon in her hair, and let it go down lose and scratched her head and sighed. There so many pictures in the room of her mother and herself. Also some of the pictures were of her mother's pictures of when she was young. Meg looked around again and listened to him sigh to himself.
Her eyes were still on the pictures on the wall of her Mother. Meg missed her terribly. Then she thought she heard him say something. But no words came from him. Just a noise. Meg blinked a moment later then said placing a hand on his shoulder, from the seat she was sitting in as he sat on her bed. "Monsieur de Chagny. Please, tell me. Do you remember me? Its Meg Giry! Madam Giry's daughter." She said calmingly. Meg watched him for a moment. Hoping he'd hear her voice.
She took her hand off his shoulder. Sighing softly. Meg stood up and walked over to her mother's vanity. Where a note from the Phantom maybe, was on the vanity. Meg took it and looked at it for a while. Then she placed it on the desk for a moment. Turning around in the chair she looked at Raoul and said. "You alright Monsieur? Shall I get you a glass of Water?" she asked walking towards him now. Hoping he wouldn't grab her or anything.
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Post by Raoul de Changy on Feb 28, 2009 18:05:00 GMT -5
Understanding that he permission to sit down he took a seat on the nearest piece of furniture he could find, which happened to be the bed. After that didn't move until Meg put her hand on his shoulder, at which he jumped in surprise as he hadn't expected her to finish fixing her hair or whatever it was she had been doing so quickly. Her questions, however, surprised him even more. Why wouldn't he remember her? How silly of her to think he would forget her. It hadn't been that long since she had come to visit them. "Of course I do," he answered in a trembling voice before another moan escaped his lips. "No," a muttered reply both to the question about if he was alright and if he wanted a glass of water. He hid his face in his hands and sobbed quietly, and therefore he didn't notice her coming closer. |
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Post by Marguerite Giry on Feb 28, 2009 20:15:34 GMT -5
Meg watched him for a moment. She knew he was drunk. "Could you tell me what happened Monsieur de Chagny?" she asked curiously. Meg looked at him for hours, not wanting to take her eyes off him. Hoping he was alright. Then she whispered to herself and said "Mother. Help me understand raoul at this moment please." Tears came down her face as she prayed to her mother. Then she whipped them away. "I'm sorry For that Raoul. Its just that she passed away. I'm all alone now" she said softly. Gazing at him. "You remember Madam Giry don't you?" she asked softly.
[[Sorry for lame postie]]
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Post by Raoul de Changy on Mar 5, 2009 8:37:04 GMT -5
It was a long time before Raoul spoke again but finally he looked up again. Removing his hands from his face he revealed a face set in stone, but with tear streaks down his cheeks. "Don't talk to me about mothers." His tone was bitter, like the smell of his breath. His brow furrowed as he looked up at Meg.
"The mother of my-" Then he stopped abruptly. He had been about to say 'my children'. But was just it, wasn't it? They weren't his. "Christine has been lying to me! For twelve years!" So what if Christine had never said anything one way or the other? So what if he didn't have any waterproof evidence? It was all there in Charles' face! As he now pictured the young boy before his mind's eye he marvelled at that he hadn’t seen the similarities between and Erik (how he hated that name!) before. ((Yeah, basically he doesn't know anything for certain but he thinks he does. Just thought it came out a bit unclear in the post so I'm saying it again here.)) |
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Post by Marguerite Giry on Mar 7, 2009 18:14:57 GMT -5
Meg was shocked by the tone in Monsieur de Chagny's voice. He has changed over the years, but when he said 'don't talk to me about mothers' she didn't know what to say. Meg, listened to him speak. He most certainly changed. Something about him was also different, but she couldn't tell what it was.
While he still spoke about Christine, Meg listened. "That really doesn't sound like Christine. Though she is my friend, I still love her as a sister like. What do you mean she's been lying to you Monsieur de Chagny?" she asked curiously. Trying to understand him more often. Meg's eyes narrowed down a bit, though his story was interesting. "And, how could you tell she was lying? I'll talk to her sometime when I meet up with her someday" she said to him. Resting her hand on his shoulder. Trying to comfort him.
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