It is 1882-1883 Paris, France, and both the Parisiens and visitors alike bustle about in their daily lives. In the very heart of Paris is the recently constructed Op?ra Garnier, where performers, and scene-shifters, and all sorts of people from all sorts of professions busy themselves with maintenance and with preparations for performances.
Unknown to all but a small handful (and even to most of these, only as a myth), a spectre of a man dwells below them in the cellars, watching them, musing upon them, and occasionally preying upon their fears for sport, or acting as an invisible puppet master to the company.
Who knows what terrors this mysterious "Phantom" is capable of, or what surprisingly frightening or blissfully wondrous secrets he may have in store.
We are now accepting canon characters (no matter how obscure) and original characters (see list for recommended OCs). We also encourage the creation of characters who are historical figures or even people living in the period. We are an intermediate-advanced role-playing site, but are willing to help people who are new to role-playing progress quickly to an intermediate level.
Site plot and graphics created by Kristine. Concept by Mel and Kristine. Layout and skins created by Kristine. Templates by Kristine and Meg. The Rue Scribe Side is an intermediate-advanced role-playing website based on the 1911 novel Le Fant?me de l'Op?ra by Gaston Leroux. Copyright infringement is in no way intended through the creation of this site. The story The Phantom of the Opera is the property of its respective copyright owners.
Post by Amélie Poulenc on Oct 14, 2013 13:52:25 GMT -5
This girl was sickeningly polite and sweet. It really was almost too much for Amélie. Didn't this twit know who she was, where she was? This was the opera house. She would never survive if she wasn't more careful. She would get eaten alive by the ambitions of others or by her own follies- one of the two. Very rarely, if a girl wasn't aware of the world, would anything else happen. Amélie had seen it happen hundreds of times to hundreds of girls. This one would be no different. Not unless she learned about the world very quickly and grew crafty enough and wise enough to avoid all its traps. Amélie seriously doubted that this would be the case.
Walking through the threshold was just as was to be expected. The room was drab- completely without personality or style of any sort. Not that this was surprising at all. Rooms here at the opera house usually reflected their owners. If this girl was drab and boring the room would be drab and boring, and so it was. There were only a few pieces of furniture to be seen- none of it rich or sumptuous like Carlotta's. There was a small table, a chaise, cupboards and a rack. Even the curtains were without any kind of life and color. It was like an old dusty museum rather than a sanctum. It was sick.
Hiding her disgust, Amélie placed the clothes on the chaise and sat down at the table where she was directed dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief produced from her sleeve to keep up the ruse. She smiled sadly and surveyed the room once more. "Thank you again. This was very kind of you." Amélie smiled slightly and put away her handkerchief. "This is nice. The room...."
Post by Christine Daaé on Oct 17, 2013 20:42:46 GMT -5
“You’re welcome,” came the automatic response to the maids comment of gratitude. The young sopranos words were accompanied with a painted smile of pleasantness, as per usual. She’d discovered that if one appeared outwardly pleasant, others were far less likely to try to pry into revealing details about their personal life, which she really had no desire to disclose. It wasn’t that she had anything to hide at all, really, so much as it was the fact that it seemed (for the moment at least) far less painful to her to just try to forget whenever she could.
Her smile changed a bit to a whince when the other woman commented about the room. “Thank you, though you don’t have to be polite. I know it’s not much. I suppose I just… haven’t found the time to quite settle in yet.” The truth was that she really had no desire to settle in at all. After all, the less attached she became, the easier it would be to leave. She had no intention of staying even as long as she already had, so it didn’t make sense to ‘move in,’ so to say.
Post by Amélie Poulenc on Oct 17, 2013 23:36:03 GMT -5
Finally it seemed a good nerve had been struck with the room. This only had taken up most of her valuable time and now Amélie just had to get some piece of information that was worth her while to justify this whole mess. Now the question was how to exploit this new wound. Of course Amélie already knew the answer. The answer was that Amélie would have to do what Amélie did best, push and pry. She tilted her head curiously and shook her head with a kind, sad smile. "I could help you. It's the least I can do after you have shown so much kindness to me. I do have a knack for these things you know."
Amélie rose from the chair and took a quick turn about the room taking in the lack of personality and the few details in completely and committing them to memory. "It's not terrible after all. You have some nice knick knacks and this lovely pictures of your....Is that a fianceé or perhaps a brother?" Amélie picked up the picture of Christine's father and smiled. "He has very kind eyes...."
Post by Christine Daaé on Oct 18, 2013 16:35:34 GMT -5
“Oh no, please… that’s really not necessary,” the girl replied when the other offered her assistance in the matter of ‘settling into the place.’ After all, she didn’t really want to settle in at all, so there was no point in having someone help her to do so, only for her to leave at the first opportunity possible. “I wouldn’t want to take time at all out of your schedule. you must be very busy with your duties here as it is. I am perfectly capable of managing… Thank you for the offer though.”
She froze a moment though, her blue eyes widening a little, when the woman picked up the picture of her father from the vanity and asked about it. It was only a split second though before she took in an uneasy breath and forced herself into a semi-calmed state, though it was still apparent to the trained eye her discomfort in the situation. “No,” she said rather quickly, as she began to step over in that direction. “No, I have no brother nor fiancé” And with this she reached out and gently took the portrait from the woman’s hands. It wasn’t that she distrusted her at all--she just didn’t like the idea of anyone she didn’t know very well holding her father’s portrait.
Post by Amélie Poulenc on Nov 6, 2013 23:21:47 GMT -5
Whatever Amélie was doing, she could tell it was making the little soprano uneasy. It should be perfectly normal to walk around a new area and offer aid but this girl was practically crawling out of her skin! She was rejecting the offer, which was a shame considering the room could have used Amélie's help and it would have been an excellent opportunity to get closer to the girl. Still, there was this time at the very least.
The greatest reaction was of course when she picked up a picture. It must have been very special because Christine yanked the picture out of her hands rather quickly! It was as if she wanted no one else to see the stupid portrait. It must have been someone very close to her. Maybe the one she had been hiding feelings for. It was an older gentleman- older than her at least. Maybe a lover? Then again this girl seemed too innocent for such things. "He seems a very nice gentleman from the looks of things? If you don't mind my terrible curiosity, it is really an awful habit of mine, who is he?"
Post by Christine Daaé on Nov 10, 2013 1:53:13 GMT -5
Christine stared down at the portrait for a long time, the kind eye of the man pictured staring back at her. She faintly heard the maid’s question as to the man’s identity, but it took a bit before she managed to let the words come out. “He’s my father…” she said in a soft voice.
She ran her thumbs along the edges of the wooden frame as she continued staring, her blue eyes quite fixed upon it. “...and my teacher” she added finally. She let out a bit of a sigh, looking on the picture a moment longer before finally breaking her gaze and looking up at her guest. “I’m sorry,” she said. It wasn’t particularly because she had anything that she needed to apologize for, so much as it was that it was a way to try to distract herself from the matter at hand.
Post by Amélie Poulenc on Nov 11, 2013 2:45:31 GMT -5
So that was what was wrong with the girl! She had lost her father! It had to be the case. Here she was staring all misty eyed and sad at the portrait. Her voice was soft and she was completely taken in by the man in the frame. There was no way a girl could stare so intently something unless she was romantically involved, which was certainly not the case, or unless the girl was recalling something from the past long lost. Amélie would know. She had lost her family long ago in her own way. She almost felt for the poor young thing....almost.
Taking a deep breath she nodded in understanding and looked over at the girl. "You have nothing to be sorry for my dear. It always hurts the most right at the beginning. Especially when he was just as much a friend as a father. I'm sure he would have been terribly proud of you."
Post by Christine Daaé on Nov 11, 2013 15:14:37 GMT -5
I’m sure he would have been terribly proud of you…
That was just it! He would have been… It was something that they’d both wanted, and with the way they went about when he was still on this planet, living for nothing but their music, it had always seemed quite obvious that was what would be. But now… now without him here… she wasn’t certain it was still what she wanted for herself. She didn’t know how to love music the same way without being able to share it with him.
The girl managed a nod when the maid uttered her last words. She then turned to the vanity and set the portrait back down in its proper place, straightening a few other things a little a if in attempt to distract herself with something other than memories.
“He would have been,” she said plainly, turning back to her guest. “....Would you like to sit? I’m terribly sorry I didn’t offer sooner…” She needed to change the subject. She already had enough difficulties of this place reminding her about the past without bringing it up in conversation as well...
Last Edit: Nov 11, 2013 15:15:25 GMT -5 by Christine Daaé
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Random Leroux fan: I ended up here while looking at pictures of Kristina Nilsson. I'm not really into RP or fanfic -- but am huge Leroux FdelO fan an I had fun reading the "profiles" for Christine and Erik here. Well thought out by ppl who know the org characters. Thanks!
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