Phantom of the Opera
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Thread Topic: Phantom of the Opera
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Name: Phantom
yada yada he's the Phantom of the Opera. And I'm sticking with teh stereotypical Phantom mask this time. -
and now i sob because adorableness
Dark is going to be lame and use the same appearance that she used before
Name: Amelia Christine C. -
not it
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god dammit
Amelia was practicing her dance routine with the other girls. Her efforts of practicing late at night paid off- She had no trouble gliding with them. Another thing she had no trouble with was singing. That was thanks to her Angel of Music.
She smiled as she recalled the previous night's practice with him, singing from her bed with her anonymous teacher. Amelia knew that it wouldn't be long before she could sing almost as well as the lead. -
The Phantom sat alone in his room, eyes closed, thinking about what to do.
He contemplated going to watch Amelia, but decided against it, wanting to give his angel some space. -
After an hour of training, the poor girl began to feel tired with effort. She might be good at it, but everyone gets tired in the end.
She looked over to the other girls. They appeared to be just as tired as she was. She smiled faintly as she realized that this was her home.. And she liked it. -
He stared at the little figurines in his mini version of the Opera House. Contemplating, planning. He had a bit of work to do, but he had faith in his abilities to get it done in due time.
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(I liked those figurines.)
When they finally got a break, Amelia picked up her dress and fled to her room. She enjoyed spending her free time there. She quietly closed her door, looking at her bed. -
(They were cool)
He knew her schedule, and started down the corridor toward her room, taking his time as always. -
She stroked the roses's petals, a light smile on her face. She didn't speak to herself, she didn't do anything other than stare at the objects.
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He stood there, on the other side of the mirror, watching her, silent. She had become so beautiful, so skilled.
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Amelia sat on the floor, breathing in and out slowly. She let out a little sigh. "This gets so old," she muttered.
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The Phantom stood there, debating whether or not to speak.
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(I'm going to assume that she can hear him whenever he does talk, right?)
She stood, then started to sit back down, unsure of exactly what she was aiming for. She didn't feel like sitting or standing.
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