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No longer avoiding her gaze and finding he couldn’t keep himself from touching her another minute Erik reached out and clasped her tiny hands in his. “I plan to take you away from here, back with me to my home. I can make a good life for us now Christine, I have people I call friends here and we wouldn’t have to run or hide.” He let her hands fall, running his own hand through his hair. Frustration welled inside him that he had let her come to this, his own insecurities so long ago had caused him to leave and now his angel was singing for crowds that were not worthy of her presence. “I’ll do anything you ask of me...” he whispered.

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Chrsitne tried her best to talk the men away that was until a voice cmae over all of them. She lifted her head at such a famialir voice, her heart immediately running face first into concrete. Her angle… her angle was standing In front of her. Her mind wa stilled with disbelief. That man was dead, yet here he stood right in front of her. She couldn’t believe her eyes as they truly had to be deceiving her, but yet his voice seemed to prove otherwise.

A wave of anger filled the woman’s mind, this man she thought dead now stood infront of her. The man who was the father of her child. The man who was the reason she lived alone now. The reason she had to work multiple jobs to keep her son afloat. A man that lied to her. Christine pulled her face straight quickly doing her best to keep her composure.

“Yes they are actually.” Christine stated, glaring at the men.

He was so close to her, it took all he had not to reach out and run his hands through her hair. He had missed her so…

The bigger issue at hand was the drunken admirers who wouldn’t leave them be. “I believe the lady would like for you all to leave.” He raised his voice and stepped in between Christine and the men, nothing but cold blooded anger boiled in his eyes and he did his best to convey it to the army of suitors. One by one the men trickled away, leaving only a few stragglers behind.

Raining in his temper in he turned to Christine, slowly now that his anxiety returned full force. His heart thudded in his chest as he waited for her to speak.  

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“A message would serve its purpose I suppose. Simply tell her... her vocal teacher noticed she missed a few lessons and simply wishes to check on her health.” In reality, Erik had been going mad the past few days, his emotions switching from wild anger to all encompassing worry over where she was. His thoughts always turned to Raoul but he refused to believe she would have left with no other words to him.

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The choir girls were just finishing their practice above him, the stage creaking and groaning as the 20 or so girls pirouetted across the floor. He knew she would be up there, his brunette angel with the voice that could save his soul, and so he stayed underneath the stage waiting for the girls to release and go back to their rooms.

His mask in place and best suit on he heard the music stop, the instructors make their final critiques and then the rush of girls hurrying through the halls. Taking a deep breath, Erik stepped from the shadows and walked right into…the wrong girl.

Quickly turning his face he stumbled over his words, his heart hammering inside his chest. “Forgive me madamemosille, I did not mean to brush against you. I was not paying attention.”

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Her eyes locked on his and he smiled as she introduced herself. Natoma was a beautiful name and he almost told her that, but the look on her face screamed that she was over dealing with military men in general and he didn’t want his genuine compliment to come across as rude.

Tossing his jacket over his shoulders he stepped from behind the counter and looked down the hall towards the front doors. “If you’re going out that way I’m leaving shift now, I can walk you back to your car.”

@thesoundofwardrums

The hospital was gearing down, his shift coming to a close. The usual banter trickled over to his station as his coworkers all made plans for dinner or drinks and began packing there things up for the shift change. It was his lucky day today, getting off at 10:00 was a blessing compared to the mid shifts he was used to working.

The Naval Hospital on base was open to the public and family mensbers of the service men and woman that serviced the base and so all manner of people frequented the hospital halls. Jason had seen pretty much everything and yet there was always room for surprises. Looking up from his last bit of paperwork he noticed a shadow fall across his desk and smiled, plastering his “what can I do for you” look across his face.

“If you’ll fill this paperwork out please we’ll get you right in. What brings you here tonight?”

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Ok ladies and gents, I apologize for being the worst rp partner ever. Let’s just say I’m finally over the crap that had me down for almost two months and I’m back in action!

That being said if I owe you anything at all PLEASE message me, comment on this, like it, blow my inbox up or whatever you have to do. I am so so sorry for being MIA but I look forward to getting back in the swing of things with everyone!

Much love, Bailey ❤️

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I sincerely apologize to any and everyone that I have a thread going with. After the pneumonia had me out for two weeks I got a severe sinus infection and am just now getting over that. I’m normally a healthy person but this crap has got me knocked down. I’m finally on the uphill climb now though so I should be getting back on soon!

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Reblog if you roleplay Phantom of the Opera

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He released the air he had been holding in his lungs and she turned to leave. His mistake had almost cost him greatly, he didn’t know which of the choir girls he could trust and which ones would run screaming to the management. His victory was short lived as he heard her small voice call to him again. His back ram rod straight he looked at her and gave his best, non-threatening smile. “I was actually, though I seemed to have missed her.” Deciding to test the waters he gave a little more information to see if this girl would be friend or foe. “Do you know Christine?”

@girysmeg

The choir girls were just finishing their practice above him, the stage creaking and groaning as the 20 or so girls pirouetted across the floor. He knew she would be up there, his brunette angel with the voice that could save his soul, and so he stayed underneath the stage waiting for the girls to release and go back to their rooms.

His mask in place and best suit on he heard the music stop, the instructors make their final critiques and then the rush of girls hurrying through the halls. Taking a deep breath, Erik stepped from the shadows and walked right into…the wrong girl.

Quickly turning his face he stumbled over his words, his heart hammering inside his chest. “Forgive me madamemosille, I did not mean to brush against you. I was not paying attention.”

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Her name sounded like music to his ears, an old name like those of his ancestors and he smiled as she spoke it. “A lovely name for a lovely woman. I see you find something funny though, care to share your thoughts?” He stood as she did, reaching to lightly but firmly grab her arm.

“I wouldn’t take leave of your company just yet. If this atmosphere is unpleasant to you when can go somewhere else. Anywhere you want to visit in Louisiana I can take you there.” He released her arm and stepped down from the throne, standing equal beside her. “As for angering me, it is it a fleeting emotion. I simply am not used to being challenged so openly. I didn’t say I disliked it though.”

He drew in a breath, a sharp intake as he listened to her words. He was not used to being challenged and so openly with his other workers around him. He wanted nothing more then to smack the wine glass from her hand but he steadied himself, not allowing himself to rise to the temptations of his mind.

“So tell me then, what would you have me do Mrs…?” He looked at her, waiting on a name for the women that was in both parts intriguing and frustrating. “I’ve lived quite a long time and this is how I amuse myself. It beats tearing out humans hearts like i used too… though i miss it sometimes.” He smirked as an after thought, his countless encounters with humans over the years running through his head. Though some judged him harshly, Eric wouldn’t change any aspect of his life.

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Her anger confused him, and he couldn’t keep the hurt from his face though he did his best to hide it. She was still angry with him? Surely she understood why he had left all those years ago. It had been for the best, what good could have come from a life running with him? He hadn’t known that he would have found solice so soon after escaping Paris. She was to be married to a viscount after all, a life he could have never provided her.

Lowering his head he averted his gaze from her fiery stare. This wasn’t how he had planned things to go at all...

“Christine...forgive me. I never would have come, I actually wasn’t going to but my heart wouldn’t let me stay away. I had to see if it was really you.” The words were all there just underneath his tongue yet he couldn’t get them to form in any way that would make sense to her. He could tell that she had not received his leaving in the manner he had hoped and now he had to make it right.

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Chrsitne tried her best to talk the men away that was until a voice cmae over all of them. She lifted her head at such a famialir voice, her heart immediately running face first into concrete. Her angle… her angle was standing In front of her. Her mind wa stilled with disbelief. That man was dead, yet here he stood right in front of her. She couldn’t believe her eyes as they truly had to be deceiving her, but yet his voice seemed to prove otherwise.

A wave of anger filled the woman’s mind, this man she thought dead now stood infront of her. The man who was the father of her child. The man who was the reason she lived alone now. The reason she had to work multiple jobs to keep her son afloat. A man that lied to her. Christine pulled her face straight quickly doing her best to keep her composure.

“Yes they are actually.” Christine stated, glaring at the men.

He was so close to her, it took all he had not to reach out and run his hands through her hair. He had missed her so…

The bigger issue at hand was the drunken admirers who wouldn’t leave them be. “I believe the lady would like for you all to leave.” He raised his voice and stepped in between Christine and the men, nothing but cold blooded anger boiled in his eyes and he did his best to convey it to the army of suitors. One by one the men trickled away, leaving only a few stragglers behind.

Raining in his temper in he turned to Christine, slowly now that his anxiety returned full force. His heart thudded in his chest as he waited for her to speak.  

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His words infuriated her but it was her childish selfishness that caused the anger. She hated when he was right. Always being told what to do was part of her life but it always got to her more when he was the one doing the bossing around.

Setting the teacup aside, she made sure that it clanged against the table before she stood. Trudy, her ever present ladies maid was waiting just inside the suite and rode motioned for her to follow her into her private chambers. She selected a pretty peach colored gown with lace at the trim and began the process of dressing for the day. Her mother would throw a fit more then likely, she said rose shouldn’t wear the color since it clashed with her hair but she didn’t care. The dress was beautiful and would pair nicely with the cropped jacket that matched it.

After she completed her look for the day she walked back into the main room connecting the large suites and stood waiting for Cal. “Shall we go then?”

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The daily struggle to NOT add more muses to this blog. Oh my poor writers brain 😭

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He knew that the opera had been running low on funds, seeing as how he hadn’t received his share of money in quite some time. He could only assume that they were hosting guests in the hopes of attracting new visitors. New faces and songs were always a spirit booster when things got bland.

The words coming from the singers mouths were foreign to him but he appreciated the melody and tone just the same. As he always did, he found himself mapping out the musical compositions in his head, memorizing certain phrases to attempt to play later. His precious violin was waiting for him at home, perched on the velvet stand he had made for it. He could only imagine what beauty it would make of the songs being played before him.

The red haired girl that had caught his eye earlier was front and center of the stage, her steps perfectly in tune with the music and though he couldn’t pick her voice from the many that were singing he could only assume that she has a good voice as well. He smiled, taking a rare moment to enjoy himself.

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Jason stood up from behind the desk, walking around to get a better look at the man that she had brought with her. The man truly was out cold, his body slumped awkwardly in one of the hospital issues wheelchairs and he had to stifle a chuckle for the poor guy. Sailors didn’t have a reputation for drinking too much for nothing. This poor soul apparently just lacked the ability to know when things were going too far.

Jason shrugged his shoulders as the woman apologized. “Hey, no big deal. It’s late and it shouldn’t be your job to haul drunken sailors into hospitals.” He smiled, reaching out to shake her hand. “My name is Jason. I’m going to have to get you to fill out a simple form since you were the person to bring him in. The next shift will follow up with triage and then he’ll be in a room to sleep off his bad decisions.”

Stepping back behind the counter Jason paged one of the other nurses on call and gathered a clipboard for the woman to fill in her information. As the other nurses readied the patient Jason waited on the paperwork, leaning against the counter as he did so.

@thesoundofwardrums

The hospital was gearing down, his shift coming to a close. The usual banter trickled over to his station as his coworkers all made plans for dinner or drinks and began packing there things up for the shift change. It was his lucky day today, getting off at 10:00 was a blessing compared to the mid shifts he was used to working.

The Naval Hospital on base was open to the public and family mensbers of the service men and woman that serviced the base and so all manner of people frequented the hospital halls. Jason had seen pretty much everything and yet there was always room for surprises. Looking up from his last bit of paperwork he noticed a shadow fall across his desk and smiled, plastering his “what can I do for you” look across his face.

“If you’ll fill this paperwork out please we’ll get you right in. What brings you here tonight?”

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He drew in a breath, a sharp intake as he listened to her words. He was not used to being challenged and so openly with his other workers around him. He wanted nothing more then to smack the wine glass from her hand but he steadied himself, not allowing himself to rise to the temptations of his mind.

“So tell me then, what would you have me do Mrs...?” He looked at her, waiting on a name for the women that was in both parts intriguing and frustrating. “I’ve lived quite a long time and this is how I amuse myself. It beats tearing out humans hearts like i used too... though i miss it sometimes.” He smirked as an after thought, his countless encounters with humans over the years running through his head. Though some judged him harshly, Eric wouldn’t change any aspect of his life.

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