[It may not be the first time Christine has awakened in a place that was not her room nor dressing room- which was an odd sort of expectation for one to hold anymore. Regardless, those times that she did wake up somewhere different than expected, it had been at her Angel- the Phantom's- whim and not her own.
And with that in mind, the young ingenue took a closer look around the room, her brow furrowed as panic set in.]
Raoul? [Called out tentatively, softly as she finally left the room. The last she remembered was him saving her from the Phantom's thrall at her father's grave...] Meg? [Should she go down a list now? But surely if Raoul and Meg weren't around, any of the girls from the ballet, the managers or even La Carlotta herself wouldn't be around... Was she truly going mad?]
[ Curtain ]
[Shock was perhaps what kept her standing upright for the moment. She had seen far too many dead bodies lately, and although the Phantom had yet to show his face (peculiar, given his obsession with her and threat to never leave her alone), it seemed all too familiar a situation. White faced and frantic, Christine observed the rafters and the shadows for any signs of him, or the culprit in general.
She wanted to run as far as possible, but her feet felt of lead and instead, she dropped to her knees, skirts surrounding her, and buried her face in her hands as she attempted to calm herself out of the panic she felt.]
[ This Petty Pace ]
[The monotony of day to day could be boring to many, but to Christine it felt more welcome than not. She can often be found in the music room, practicing her scales. If one pays close enough attention, they'll take note that she pauses infrequently for varying intervals, listening at points... scanning the room.... and starting up again, as though nothing's wrong.
Other times, she can be found en pointe, practicing various sets of classical ballet styles. She is more than open to conversation, smiling at anyone who she catches coming across her.]
Christine Daaé | Phantom of the Opera
[It may not be the first time Christine has awakened in a place that was not her room nor dressing room- which was an odd sort of expectation for one to hold anymore. Regardless, those times that she did wake up somewhere different than expected, it had been at her Angel- the Phantom's- whim and not her own.
And with that in mind, the young ingenue took a closer look around the room, her brow furrowed as panic set in.]
Raoul? [Called out tentatively, softly as she finally left the room. The last she remembered was him saving her from the Phantom's thrall at her father's grave...] Meg? [Should she go down a list now? But surely if Raoul and Meg weren't around, any of the girls from the ballet, the managers or even La Carlotta herself wouldn't be around... Was she truly going mad?]
[ Curtain ]
[Shock was perhaps what kept her standing upright for the moment. She had seen far too many dead bodies lately, and although the Phantom had yet to show his face (peculiar, given his obsession with her and threat to never leave her alone), it seemed all too familiar a situation. White faced and frantic, Christine observed the rafters and the shadows for any signs of him, or the culprit in general.
She wanted to run as far as possible, but her feet felt of lead and instead, she dropped to her knees, skirts surrounding her, and buried her face in her hands as she attempted to calm herself out of the panic she felt.]
[ This Petty Pace ]
[The monotony of day to day could be boring to many, but to Christine it felt more welcome than not. She can often be found in the music room, practicing her scales. If one pays close enough attention, they'll take note that she pauses infrequently for varying intervals, listening at points... scanning the room.... and starting up again, as though nothing's wrong.
Other times, she can be found en pointe, practicing various sets of classical ballet styles. She is more than open to conversation, smiling at anyone who she catches coming across her.]