Log; Complete

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When; Saturday, evening.
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.
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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.

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[angel-aria.livejournal.com]

Christine rose from her seat, giving Rue a worried glance. 'Are you all right?' she asked the young princess. 'I know I don't know this place very well and I just arrived here, but....I will help you to find your prince in any way I can.' She gave a reassuring smile; Christine didn't even know who Rue's Prince was or what he looked like, but it didn't matter. Rue had shown her kindness, and she would repay her for doing so. I start making up for my past mistakes now, she told herself.

Christine smiled once again at the thought of the young girl and Erik cooking things in the strange kitchen. It warmed her heart to know that he had begun to make companions, and was not limited to the anti-social life that was the catacombs of the Palais Garnier. I guess this City isn't that bad, in that aspect, I suppose, she thought. I still think it sad that Rue was taken from her Prince.

She bit her lip for a moment, thinking. She was with Raoul and Anthony before she came here. If they had come with her, Raoul would find her by the next day. If not, then what she said was true, and she was alone here. If this City did not let people leave, then maybe it would be better to let them go. Anthony was still so young, and he needed a mother who was there to care for him. Raoul was strong, but Christine had told him before that if anything had happened to her, she wished for him to find someone else to love, and to have happiness.

Wait. If he does not come within the next two days, then you know something is very wrong, she thought. I should talk to someone who knows about this place, and find out what happened to me. Either way, I won't leave Erik again, that I am sure of.

[princess-crow.livejournal.com]

“No,” Rue declined Erik’s offer, shaking her head softly. She knew very well how much Christine meant to him and to show herself as Rue, she would be selfless, even if it hurt her. Kraehe would have accepted the offer and cantered all the attention in an egoistical manner. “Mr. Erik, I always fix the meal without help,” she mentioned with a small smile. “You can take it her quarters when is done.”

Slowly, Rue’s gaze fell on Christine. The woman was gentle and empathic as Ahiru was, but lacked what made her duck friend special: her optimism. “You will? I…” she started, inclining her head formally. “I appreciate your offer. I really do. But you can’t help me in this, Miss Christine. Instead of bothering with matters of my heart, you should take care of yours.” She was rather blunt in her opinion. It was obvious the woman held affection for Erik but also, she was married and had a son with another.

[musicalcorpse.livejournal.com]

The opera ghost nodded. Rue knew how to take care of herself, and although he could see that she was not in the best of spirits Erik would make a point to speak with her when they had a chance. From her response, he gathered that now the young princess wished to be alone. "Rue is quite talented when she puts her mind to a task, Christine. She is a very skilled dancer, I'm sure she must have told you."

He rose slowly not pulling away far to break the contact of his hand with Christine's. She had willingly reached out to take his hand! Erik was treating her touch as though it were from a saint. "I shall take you to your room. I hope it is to your liking."

[angel-aria.livejournal.com]

Christine did not know what to say in response to Rue's statement. It had hit home extremely hard, forcing Christine to snap back into the reality of the situation. She couldn't go around flirting with any man that she wanted, not while she was still married by all accounts. Such behavior was deemed improper by many ladies of the court.

This isn't the court, Christine, a voice inside her head, one that she had not heard in a very long time, scolded her. You know better than that. This isn't France, either. And you know just as well that Raoul isn't here. You can hope and dream and pine all you like, but he isn't coming. You hardly even know where you are! How is he supposed to find you? He won't, end of story. If you need closure, go find it. But don't act as if you're an upstanding wife and are better than everybody else like all of the other duchesses and nobles. You've daydreamed more than once about the Phantom, and you know it.

Trying to hide the blush that was forming in her cheeks, Christine gave Erik her most winning smile. 'Of course. If you designed it, I'm sure I will.' He was a marvelous architect, after all.