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Post by Angel Gray on May 3, 2009 23:40:07 GMT -5
Angel opened the door to the downstairs of Gracey Manor with the air of a curious child at Christmas. " Hello?" she called softly hearing her voice echo all around the downstairs. Getting no answer she began to poke around, the archelogist in her as well as her own... unusal circumstances having made an old manor like this a magnet to her.
Not finding anything of particular intrest that could not wait til later she climbed the stairs carefully to the second floor.. Peeking her head in a few doors she coughed lightly waving her hand in front of her face to dispell the dust. She accidentily opened the door to the library" oh my you gorgeous darlings!" she hurried inside and retrieved a heavy book that was on one of the lower shelves and sitting down gingerly on one of the many chairs she gently blew the dust off it before placing it on the table before her.
Tugging off her black gloves she stuffed them into her pocket before removing a wet wipe from her pocket wiping her hands down throughly. The oil on her fingers could deteroriate a tome like this in minutes!
Finally she was satisfied and opened the book, her blonde curls hanging down, framing her face. She had passed many portraits in the house so far, some she recgonized as the same French artist that had painted her father's portrait.
" my my aren't you a beauty.. what secrets do you have for me?" there was a slight Brittish accent to her voice as her fingertips caressed the pages like one might caress a lover, her eyes bright and inquisitive. She made up her mind then and there.. The historian in her simply demanded it.. When she got done in the library..( which could take weeks) she would set about restoring the manor to it's former glory..
She reveled in being around old things like ths, she had ever since she was a little girl.. In fact the house she grew up in was nearly identical to this one except for a few diffrences. Leaning over the book she pushed her glasses up her nose smiling as she continued to devour the book's contents eagerly .
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Post by Erik on May 4, 2009 19:04:58 GMT -5
(hope you don't mind)
As she did this sudden music could be heard all over the house. it sounded soft but also very sad as it was lifted up to even the library. This of course was Erik as he always played his music at this time. Being dead in his mind wasn't as bad as being stuck here forever. He then kept playing as he didn't know that somone living was in the house now.
He thought about Christine as he played his song that was resently written by him. He did like the house to a point as he had build places much like this in his lifetime. He hoped to find Christine and win her back though he wasn't sure how to do that really. If somone was to walk over to the piano they would see the keys moving on thier own as he chose to be invisible for now though he could change that if he wished it.
He then looked around himself as he sighed knowing that he was stuck with the others in this place and that for now they all had no way of leaving if there was one at all really. The music seemed to get slightly stronger as he kept it up and the sad melody was flowing through the house as he knew the others ghosts were most likely used to it by now. He then stopped for a moment as he thought about his time in the Opera house before the fire and then started to play once more.
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Post by Angel Gray on May 4, 2009 19:22:48 GMT -5
( not at all lol ;D)
Angel heard the music move through the library and she jerked up so quick in suprise the book nearly spilled off of her lap and onto the floor. Sighing she went to pick up the book shaking her head" you must be loosing your mind.. or too many years with your crackpot father has finally gotten to you.." she moved to replace the book on the shelf with the utmost care expecting the music to stop , thinking she was just imagining things..
It didn't.
Avidly curious now she began to follow the sound until she came to a stop just behind the piano bench" an old 1800's piano.. from France if I am right.. no.. wait possibly Poland.." she knelt to examine one of the bench legs to try and find some clue of the one who had crafted such a magnificant instrument..
Finding nothing she straightened flicking her hair over her shoulder a little miffed.. Despite herself she was humming along with the general tune as she danced and twirled around the room as she had when she was a child when her father would play for her..
As she turned to look at the piano once more she could make out a date on the piano barely.. 1832..
Player pianos were not invented until the late 1890's..
Which meant...
Angel stopped cold in her tracks, eyes wide like a deer caught in the sights of a hunter's gun.. She pinched herself.. once.. twice.. a third time" oww damnit!" she rubbed her arm.. she must be loosing her mind but then again.. if a man could live from a painting.. what could stop a ghost from playing a piano? unless she was truly insane that was..
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Post by Erik on May 4, 2009 19:33:53 GMT -5
Erik then kept playing as the keys moved again and as he watched her dance he showed himself. He was now sitting on the bench looking at her. He was of course a ghost. He had his usual white mask over his scared side of his face and the black gloves still on his hands. He then stopped playing as he smiled slightly to her not saying a word just yet as he was lost in sorrow and also his own thoughts. He hadn't seen a living personm in this house for a long time and as such didn't know what to say.
He could tell she was a curious person by the way she looked at the piano and that interested him a little bit as most are too afraid to walk in to this place because of the stories people told over the years about all of them living there even after death. He then kept playing and waited to see if she would say something since he was too much in to his own music to speak right now.
He had seen her reaction when she saw the piano playing on it's own as he laughed to this slightly and sat with his sword on it's belt by his side. He was of course the Pantom of this place as well since he liked to scare off most mortals that came in here but again she interested him.
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Post by Angel Gray on May 4, 2009 20:00:22 GMT -5
Angel let out a slight yelp of suprise when the man showed himself and she stumbled ending up landing in a chair nearby the piano. Wide blue eyes looked him up and down ,once, twice, three times . He was a living breathing artifact!
Well the first two didn't nesscairly count if one was being picky..but still!
Finally she mentally smacked herself for gaping like a giddy schoolgirl.. whoever he was in life.. he had been quite a handsome man.. perhaps he had lived here with his wife? The white mask barely registered her attention at the moment which was unusal for her.
Finding her voice she spoke softly but loud enough he might be able to hear her" that piece is new but it has some motzart and cheitocvesky undertones to it in the fifth measure unless I am much mistaken.. did you write it?" she didn't even know if she would be able to talk to him but she figured it was worth a try.
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Post by Erik on May 4, 2009 20:31:34 GMT -5
Hew looked at her and smiled again as she seemed to know a lot about music as well. He figured he could help her know more if she wished it but all in good time really. As she fell back he laughed slightly as he was used to people reacting like that around him as specially now that he was dead.
"Hello there my child,yes it is and I'm amazed you know this as not many do really! I wrote it a few weeks ago really as i love to write music...I am Erik and who might you be then?"
He then waited for the answer and looked at her again as he smiled once more thinking about what to do now that she saw him. He lived here only because he was trapped as it wasn't his place really. This house was like a prison to him but it was also a very nice place too.
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Post by Angel Gray on May 4, 2009 21:19:05 GMT -5
Angel smiled once she got her bearings back" it..it's beautiful. my father writes from time to time.. I tend to get my love of old things from him, but with my mother's chosen profession of a retired historian.. well perhaps that comes with the territory.."
She made a small bow before crossing her legs at the ankles, her hands resting at her sides" Angel Gray.. a pleasure to meet you Erik. . I must say.. I normally react better to strange occurences but today seems to have me a tad off kilter" she smiled shaking her head" some people would never let me hear the end of it."
She glanced around the room curiously now before looking back to him" was this your house? I mean before you died...you have excellent taste you know... this place .. it's so old it's nearly.. well.. magical" she snickered at her own statement
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Post by Erik on May 5, 2009 18:00:54 GMT -5
He looked at her as he stopped playing for now and listened to what she had to say about the place and her parents as he sighed to this slightly thinking about what to say or do now.
"I was only trapped here my dear as this place belongs to another man! I came here looking for my lost love and then something happened and now we are all stuck here with no way out! Yes,it is a wonderful place as it has a strong base to it and the windows make it seem like it's bigger then it really is and the many rooms are wonderful"
As he spoke he smiled since he once made buildings like this when he was still alive among other things as well. He was very good at everything he had done but always had to hide from the people because of his face and the fact that they all thought he was a killer. He was known even to this day as the Phantom since he would scare off anyone that came to this place just to keep himself from thinking about how he was trapped in this place forever.
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Post by Angel Gray on May 5, 2009 20:01:01 GMT -5
Angel blinked listening attentively to Eirk and allready her mind was fast at work.. It was evident by the flickering of her eyes back and forth. Finally she spoke softly" pardon my saying so but she must have either been desprete or a fool to give up being with you .. I can't help a wounded heart as much as I would like.. but.. " she hurried to the long ladder and clambered up to the top rung half crawling back into the back shelves before emergng wth a heavy black and silver tome and climbed down carefully.
" I knew wasn't crazy... Dolovaile's book on the supernatural.. there might be something in here about releasing ghosts from the place they are tied to..It's a longshot.. but I could try.. but first.." she flipped open her phone scowling as she saw there was a text from her father asking yet again where she was and when she was comming back..
"Interfearing busybody" she punched in a reply before booting up her laptop able to get a wireless signal and began typing and soon a webpage popped up Welcome to Gray Manor Angel continued to type madly before sitting back smiling" aha.. now as soon as the library is finished downloading.. I can do some more extensive looking into the matter.. Dad has some more extensive books on ghosts.. I can acess them from here"
She leaned back in the chair regarding him with a calm measured look" going back to my earlier words.. maybe not so much a fool or desprete as she was scared.. I mean.. did you tell her you loved her? or just made a big production out of it and expected her to know? the more I think about it.. the more I think she was scared of soemthing.. maybe she felt she wasn't good enough for you.. maybe she feared what the future held for you two.. I can only guess.. I.. I'm sorry if it's painful to speak of I'm only just trying to help."
".. If you wondered this device is called a computer or more precisely a laptop.. It lets you accss all sorts of diffrent information and do diffrent things.. imagine a million libraries taking up a drop of water in a bucket.. well this is the bucket.. .The books in my famly's home havve been transcribed into digital format to make them more accesiable to the world, but also some of the texts are really old and could fall apart at any time"
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Post by Erik on May 6, 2009 10:08:08 GMT -5
He looked at her as she spoke and sighed to this slightly as he knew why she left him and wished that could have changed but now he was here with her and would do all he could to get christine back to him again. He then looked at the computer as she told him about it and smiled slightly at this idea.
"ah,the wonders of mankind to invent such a thing...she left me because she fell for another and beleived me to be a mnster but trust me i like the way you said it better...I have sinned much when I was alive but that's all in the past now"
He spoke with a French accent as he sighed again and kept playing the song which was filled with sorrow and pain cause that's how he felt right now really. He then looked at her again as his mask showed in the light for a moment before he was in the shadows once more still playing his song on the old piano. He then thought about the fact that she might be able to free them and smiled to this.
"You really think that you can free us from this place? that would be a gift to most of us here as I hate being trapped here like this"
He then watched her again as he stopped playing for now and sighed slightly thinking about the possibility of being free and going to where ever it is they were ment to be.
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Post by Angel Gray on May 6, 2009 20:57:58 GMT -5
Angel smiled" I can try my damndest to.. I can't guarantee it will work but I can try.. if this doesn't work out.. I can .. go to my father for help.. much as it chafes me to ask that.. .know it all fool .. I will if it means helping innocents..."
She leaned back in her chair" that's the way to go.. If I might suggest.. a way to approach it.. try to win her back.. like it was the first time you saw her. like everything is new and fresh.. like.. well like you both have a second chance .. because you both have a second chance with each other! You two were brought to this house.. tied to this house for a reason.. and if I had to guess.. that would be it"
She smiled as the library finished downloading" there.. now to start looking.." she began clicking through the varous books runing the search terms, ghost, excorsism, france, musician, and Opera for a start
" Oi vey.. 1,093,221 results.. hmph well this will take a bit..just curious.. what was it that caught your eye about Christine in the first place? looks? smarts? or maybe her voice?"
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Post by Erik on May 7, 2009 18:23:35 GMT -5
He looked at her and watched her work as she said this and nodded slightly still a bit confused as to what she ment by a computer and how it could store all that information. He then kept playing as he was almost finished the song now and looked at her again.
"I am sure you can convince him to help you my dear and that sounds like a lot..I guess we will have to wait then..it was her voice and beautiy that cought my eye for the first time"
He then smiled at this thought as he looked around and then back at her wondering where the other ghosts of the house were at this moment in time.
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Post by Angel Gray on May 7, 2009 20:22:47 GMT -5
Angel continued clicking her eyes scanning for any sign as she spoke over one shoulder" hmm then I would say . an approach something like this might work.. mind you no guarantees.. but a romantic evening.. beautiful surroundings.. like if you were to have a evening in here.. redo the curtains.. soft candlelight.. you know.. the works.. make her feel beautiful.. and tell her that.. and play your music for her.. it seems to have a hypnotic quality to it almost.. magical.. and perhaps.. maybe you could sing for her.. instead of her singing for you.. make her feel apeciated.. wanted. needed.. I think that would start you on the path to winning her back.. but that's just my opinion .. for what it's worth"
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