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Post by Christine Daaé on May 6, 2009 21:03:29 GMT -5
It has been a while since Christine had been in here. There was no use for coming in here anymore. Lots of memories, of her and Edward. This was their secret get-away place. Whenever they had to talk about certain things in the past, about the house. This is where Edward first brought Christine, after he found her in the streets singing. Her long, dress, touched the ground. The sleeves of it, also covered her arms. It was a good thing that they were long, because it had the bruises upon them from Raoul.
Christine hummed a small song, she had sung in the Paris Opera. Her home. How she longed to go back there. But she knew it couldn't be. Christine sighed, and touched the leaves of the plants that were there hanging and lying about. Christine walked slowly and gracefully around the Green House. It was a large place. Many plants and water buckets. Christine picked up one and started watering the plants as well. "Who is there?" she asked curiously. Perking her head up as she heard light foot steps enter the green house. Christine, walked around looking about her surroundings, wondering who the intruder could be.
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Post by Angel Gray on May 6, 2009 21:12:40 GMT -5
Angel had needed a break from the computer and promising Erik she would return soon , she was only headed downstairs anyway to check if the greenhouse she had seen had any of the herbs that she had read about for some help she had slipped downstairs.
She heard the voice calling and now not so suddenly frightened as before she peeked around the corner.. " hi..." she gave a little wave kneeling next to the rose bushes with a smile.. She had always liked white roses herself.. red if the mood struck her..She looked the girl up and down tilting her head curiously" let me guess.. Christine if I am correct? my name is Angel.."
She felt her phone go off again and growling several choice words under her breath she punched in a fast reply which told her father to quit being nosy.. and slipped her phone away.Smiling softly she sat down on the bench and looked over" is this your favroite room in the house? " she asked quietly her eyes twinkling.. She did love plants almost as much as books.. almost..
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Post by Christine Daaé on May 7, 2009 17:42:47 GMT -5
Peering behind the planets as she watered them she saw a young girl. "Hello" she said and waved back. Christine hadn't seen anyone in such a long time. Since her death. "How do you know my name Angel?" she asked curiously. "Yes. I'm Christine. " she said placing the water bucket down gently.
Hearing a noise, that startled her a bit, she examined the girl pick up a rectangular instrument. Her head tilted a bit, and she wondered what it could be. Christine had never used a phone. They didn't have them back at the Opera house. Christine sighed, and looked at the girl. Angel had stared at it, and then closed it. "May i see it please?" she asked walking towards Angel. "I've never seen anything like this before. While moving across the floor, she made her way over to Angel who was sitting on the couch. Christine sat next to her.
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Post by Angel Gray on May 7, 2009 19:44:25 GMT -5
Angel smiled" of course" she handed her phone to Christine while explaining" it's a portable means of communication to speak with people over long distances.. it's called a cell phone.. " she chuckled " I see.. your as beautiful as he spoke of.. the words of a true master artisan" she ruffled her blonde locks casting her gaze around deep in thought. She could attempt it by herself.. or she could go to her father for help.. As much as she loathed him with a passion.. her father had power she did not.. or did she?
She found a thorn and pierced her finger with it.. She watched as slowly it closed over.. A morbid chuckle came from her" so it's as I have suspected.. I am like him. .an oddity of nature.. oh well at least I have no damned painting to worry over" she grinned at christine" you probably think I am nuts.. not so much if you would care to hear a little about it.."
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Post by Christine Daaé on May 8, 2009 5:48:03 GMT -5
Once the girl handed Christine the little object that was known as a Cell Phone. she continued to examine it. "Very interesting." she said to herself. "I've never seen anything like this before. Where I lived, we didn't have any phones like this. Come to think of it. We didn't have any phones period. We just sent each other letters" she said to Angel. Then she placed the phone on the table. Looking at the girl she studied her carefully. Hoping she wasn't a ghost hunter, or anything like that. Christine didn't know what else to say at this moment. Who was the girl talking about? Erik? "Thank You" she said softly to her.
The girl was an interesting person to talk to. Christine hadn't had many friends, once she returned to this world from the afterlife. Though she wouldn't tell her that she was dead. Christine, sighed and listened to her talk. Then she laughed a bit. "No worries Angel. I don't think that at all. I just haven't had anyone to talk since..." she said. No. Not now. Christine tried to think of something. She couldn't say since her death. it'll scare the girl. "Since. the Party Edward was throwing a couple months ago" she said to her. "Since then, no one came to this house. It has been abandoned. But I'm glad you came to visit us Angel" she said with a warm smile. "And if I might ask, who is this HE person you are talking about?" she asked curiously still smiling a bit.
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