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tampered2006-08-06 12:30 am
princess-crow.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-08-06 12:30 am
Log; Complete
When; Saturday, evening.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Christine (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angel_aria), Rue (princess_crow) & Erik (if the mun wants).
Summary; Christine arrives; Rue tells her to join her at the stage.
Log;
The torrential rain had ruined whatever plan Rue had to go to the Cafe for crème puffs and tea. She had waited vainly for it to stop during hours before she gave up and returned to the stage in order to practice the basics.
Rue had changed into a maroon bodice and a pair of matching, satin en pointe shoes. She had tied her long, black hair up with a clip and grabbed a towel to wash the sweat of her face after she was done with the practice. Fortunately, the Opera House contained a huge clothing supply that suited her just fine. No one else wore them.
The Opera House was far too big for two lonely souls who yearned for the embrace of their lost soulmates.
On the silent stage of the Carnival City, illuminated with dim light, Rue had performed the fifth positions with her feet and hands, finishing with a demi-plié and a plié.
Professor Cat would have been proud of me, Rue thought, sitting on the edge of the stage, placing the white towel over her shoulders. Her former teacher always remarked the importance of the basic positions, even among the advanced students such as her or her Prince.
Her Prince.
Rue could already sense the darkness stir within her body to notice his absence. The rain and grey sky outside did not help. Shadows played with her mind, drawing fake crow wings for her tormented eyes.
To distract herself from the despair the memory of Mytho provoked her, the Prima Donna checked the strange device that she had acquired in the City to read briefly the whereabouts of those trapped within as her.
It was during her break that afternoon, Rue realized Mr. Erik and her were no longer alone in the Opera House. A newcomer had arrived recently, one that the Ghost of the Opera knew very well.
Settling the towel to a side, she waited for the arrival of Miss Christine. Rue wondered what type of woman Mr. Erik had fallen in love with. What intentions that missy might have had now with him? She would not stand to see her only close acquaintance in the City with a bleeding heart.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Christine (
angel_aria), Rue (princess_crow) & Erik (if the mun wants).Summary; Christine arrives; Rue tells her to join her at the stage.
Log;
The torrential rain had ruined whatever plan Rue had to go to the Cafe for crème puffs and tea. She had waited vainly for it to stop during hours before she gave up and returned to the stage in order to practice the basics.
Rue had changed into a maroon bodice and a pair of matching, satin en pointe shoes. She had tied her long, black hair up with a clip and grabbed a towel to wash the sweat of her face after she was done with the practice. Fortunately, the Opera House contained a huge clothing supply that suited her just fine. No one else wore them.
The Opera House was far too big for two lonely souls who yearned for the embrace of their lost soulmates.
On the silent stage of the Carnival City, illuminated with dim light, Rue had performed the fifth positions with her feet and hands, finishing with a demi-plié and a plié.
Professor Cat would have been proud of me, Rue thought, sitting on the edge of the stage, placing the white towel over her shoulders. Her former teacher always remarked the importance of the basic positions, even among the advanced students such as her or her Prince.
Her Prince.
Rue could already sense the darkness stir within her body to notice his absence. The rain and grey sky outside did not help. Shadows played with her mind, drawing fake crow wings for her tormented eyes.
To distract herself from the despair the memory of Mytho provoked her, the Prima Donna checked the strange device that she had acquired in the City to read briefly the whereabouts of those trapped within as her.
It was during her break that afternoon, Rue realized Mr. Erik and her were no longer alone in the Opera House. A newcomer had arrived recently, one that the Ghost of the Opera knew very well.
Settling the towel to a side, she waited for the arrival of Miss Christine. Rue wondered what type of woman Mr. Erik had fallen in love with. What intentions that missy might have had now with him? She would not stand to see her only close acquaintance in the City with a bleeding heart.