The Music Of The Night (Shadowchaser and Naryashadow)
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				Title: <strong>The Music Of The Night (Shadowchaser and Naryashadow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starchaser</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 10:46:04</strong>
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				Paris, France, 2133.<br><br>The catacombs (Underneath the Black Orchid)<br><br>She had no idea where she was going, but she just kept running. Her feet left bloodied footsteps as she raced along the labyrinth that was the catcombs, the exposed flesh had ben cut by the rough stone, but she was too terrified to notice the pain of this, or the pain of the deep lacerations that cut into her naked slender back and thighs.<br><br>He was down here somewhere. She knew he was. She had to find him. Had to warn him. <br><br>A figure stepped out in front of her and slammed a black gloved fist into her stomach. She crumpled and clutched her abdomen in agony. She raised her head and cruel, uncaring eyes stared mockingly at her.<br><br>"Why?"<br><br>It was the last sound she made. The figure lifted her from the ground, spun her around and drew a sharp knife across her throat.<br><br>***<br><br>2135<br><br>After the world's resources began to run out the automated shuttle service was the only method of moving quickly around Paris. Such shuttles were cramped, dirty and no real place for a lady such as Christina yet that is exactly where she was. Stuck in a cramped carriage, staring at an old man who stank of sweat and alcohol and who leered at her with a perverse smile on his face. Her only posessions were here suitcase and a letter to Madame Giry, owner of the Black Orchid - a popular club and theatre famous for its shows and live musical perfomances. The letter had been handwritten by her father prior to his death. He never did trust email.<br><br>Finally the shuttle arrived at its destination and Christina was nearly thrown to the ground by the stampede of people leaving the vehicle. In front of her was the Black Orchid. Her destination and her new home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Music Of The Night (Shadowchaser and Naryashadow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naryashadow</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 18:39:44</strong>
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				The shuttle smelled heavily of smoke and filth as the young &nbsp;Christina &nbsp;(http://images01.newspoint.cc/attachment-6111.jpg) stood holding onto her suitcase for dear life as people squished into her from every direction. She had been so cramped she could hardly breathe. She couldn't necessarily say that she was born into a pampered life, lord knows there was strife, but her father had never subjected her to such horrid conditions in her life. Dressed in an elegant gold dress with silver embroidered patterns on it, her brown hair in a curly mess over her face, she tried keeping her eyes elsewhere, but couldn't seem to keep her eyes from landing on anyone. It was simply too cramped to see anything. Not even her suitcase was visible. Had she not been holding it so tightly, she might not have even known it was there. <br><br>At the young age of seventeen, Christina was rather decent to look at, as proved by the man across from her. Disgusted by the old codgers behavior, she tried turning her face away, swallowing hard with disgust. Did these people really have no decency? She knew that her father had known the old woman she was now being sent to, but she couldn't help but to wonder just what kind of place this was. Sighing a little, she made a small frown. It had only been days since her father had passed, the grief could still be seen on her face. Gustave was all that Christina had as a family, and she missed him dearly. Had he not been taken from her in his illness, she would still be with him, traveling the roads and singing along to the tune of his violin, which was now sitting masterless in her suitcase, surrounded by her clothes and what few other items she owned. Her voice might not have been as great as the Prima Donna's of Paris, but she was not horrible either. Her voice combined with her father's mastery of the violin did well enough to put food on the table as well as a roof over their heads at nights. It wasn't a charmed life, but it was the life she had known and cherished. <br><br>As the shuttle came to a halt, Christina's small frame jerked back wildly, then was pushed out of the doors by the over anxious crowd. Nearly falling she accidentally let her case slip from her hands, which popped open the moment it had hit the ground, spilling its contents. Thinking only to save the violin, she quickly fell to the ground to protect it from the crowd, then once the crowd had dispersed, worried about picking up her clothes. <br><br>Dressed in all black Victorian looking garbs, a long walking staff in hand, an older woman watched the scene shaking her head a little. <em>Christine, Christine...</em> The girl might've looked attractive, but she was obviously a wreck. "Meg, go help." Her finger pointed towards Christina, sending a little &nbsp;blond haired girl &nbsp;(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jh7NCl1BgHg/SYz_P7tcAcI/AAAAAAAAHx4/RrjZeZUWAhY/s400/Jennifer+Ellison331.jpg) into the&nbsp; fray. <br><br>Kneeling in front of Christina, Meg reached and helped stuff the remainder of clothes into the suitcase, taking Christina by surprise. "I... Thank you." She still held the violin to her chest as if it were all that mattered in the world to her.<br><br>Nodding, Meg smiled, her hazel eyes sparkling in the sunlight. She really appeared girl like, her smile was something that could pass her off for being at least fourteen, though it was obvious she was older than that. In all actuality, Meg was at the age of sixteen, barely younger than Christina, and due to being the show coordinators daughter at the Black Orchid, was one of the better known girls of the establishment. Granted, she only knew how to dance. Standing up, she dusted her hands off on her red and gold costume then extended one to help Christina up. "Welcome home." <br><br>Grateful for the help, Christina gingerly put the violin into her suitcase, latched it, then stood as well. Instantly her brown eyes caught sight of the looming Black Orchid. It was an over glorified club, obviously modeled to look like a Gothic opera house. It's neon name shooting across the rooftop in a vibrant purple, even in the sunlight. Standing just a short distance away she found who she assumed to be &nbsp;Mdm. Giry &nbsp;(http://images.broadwayworld.com/upload/41424/-1.jpg), who almost appeared vulture like to Christina. Her hair in a tight braided bun on top of her head, her sharp white face, dark clothing and nails that could have passed for claws folding over the top of her cane. <br><br>Approaching her, Mdm. Giry beckoned towards the building. "Come Christine." Having seen photos of the girl, the old woman knew well enough that this was the one she had been waiting for. "It's Christina..." Christina's small voice broke out, nearly frightened of the woman as she handed her the note her father had wanted to give her. Taking it, Giry shook her head. "You will be Christine. Christine Daae. I do not like the sound of Christina... too foreign." Not reading the note, Giry stuffed it into her pocket then led the two girls back inside, away from the eyes of everyone outside.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Music Of The Night (Shadowchaser and Naryashadow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starchaser</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 11:37:32</strong>
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				Christina was led through the main entrance and past a cloakroom before being brought into the main auditorium. Several seats and tables were arranged around a spacious dance floor behind which sat a large stage. On either side of the dance floor were two bars. Above, a large balcony overlooked the proceedings, also with various tables and chairs. Stairs led up to the balcony and and continued further where a large lounge and several 'private hire' rooms existed.<br><br>There were a fair number of people drinking, laughing. The variety was astounding. An observer could position themselves on one of the tables and watch the whole drama of human social interaction play out in just that one room. There was no actual show being performed. Instead the dance floor was filled with inebriated young men and pretty young women gyrating their bodies to the sound of music coming from the stage. The tempo as upbeat but heavy with the screetch of loud electric guitars accompanied by the thunder of drums. Despite the style of music it was rather rhythmic and stragely compelling. It wasn't the sort of sound one could immediately like but it seemed to get under the skin, demanding the listener to feel the beat, to move their bodies.<br><br>The music itself was locked in a heated battle for dominance of the stage with a man (http://nutritionresearchcenter.org/healthnews/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/johnny_depp.jpg)'s voice. His voice was deep and rich, melodic and yet intense. He spotted Christina and smiled at her. His eyes watching her every move as she was led toward a door marked 'private'.<br><br>She was led down a corridoor, past two dance studios and several offices before being brought to a private lounge area where Mdm. Giry recieved all of her private guests.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Music Of The Night (Shadowchaser and Naryashadow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naryashadow</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 18:31:15</strong>
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				Entering the building, Christina couldn't help but to look around. Her eyes nearly bulged at the sight. What kind of place was this? It was all new to her. The drinking, the dancing, secret rooms. She had a mind to back out, leave the building even if it meant her living on the streets. She had been raised with such a sense of innocence, that everything seemed to frighten her. Men eyed her like hungry wolves as she passed, making her wish that it was she and not Meg carrying her suitcase now. She wanted to hide herself, disappear from the eyes of the men all around. <br><br>She had been so much into her thoughts of wanting to go, that she did not even hear the voice coming from the stage until she was walking past it. Curiously her eyes looked towards the singer to find him staring right back at her. Blushing, she quickly turned away, diverting her attention to Mdm. Giry. Whoever he was, the man was certainly handsome, and appeared to be rather nice. But appearances alone can fool the world. <br><br>Seemingly hugging herself, Christina found her way into a private lounge where she was instructed to sit down. Meg had continued on to another room down the hall to put Christina's things away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Music Of The Night (Shadowchaser and Naryashadow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starchaser</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 20:24:26</strong>
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				Mdm Giry took a seat beside Christina and said nothing. There were a few moments of awkward silence before a&nbsp; large, bearded man (http://brianblessed.tomtom.com/content/img/im-bg-voice-brianblessed.png) walked in. He wore a very serious expression on his face as he stode theatriclly into the center of the room. He peered at Christina in the way one might inspect an insect under a microscope. Finally he turned to Mdm Giry.<br><br>"So this is your new dependant?" He turned back to the girl. "I suppose you'll be wanting a room here. I suppose Mdm Giry expects you to stay here for free, eh?" He scowled at her, bringing his face closer to hers. An then the scowl broke into a wide smile and he laughed. The laughter seemed to take over his whole body as his belly shook.<br><br>"Welcome to the Black Orchid. I'm the owner, Mr Ingus or Lawrence to you. I'll let the wonderful Mdm Giry fill you in with the house rules then I'll get one of the girls to escort you to your new room."<br><br>He took a seat opposite Christina and waited for Mdm Giry to speak. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Music Of The Night (Shadowchaser and Naryashadow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naryashadow</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 07:10:29</strong>
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				As the large man entered the room and hovered over Christina, the girl cringed a bit noticeably. Alcohol was rank on this Mr. Ingus' breath, heavy, suffocating. She might not have known him so well, but what she was seeing so far was enough to make her not want to know him. <br><br>As he sat, Giry went over basic rules; No guests after a certain time, which Christina knew no one so that would hardly be a problem. Then there were the meal times, run on a strict schedule, and far too early for her taste when it came to breakfast. Lights out at midnight, she was not one to stay up late anyways. Other than that, there were a few off limit things she had been told of, but at that point Christina was hardly paying attention. Or Christine as Giry put it. Sighing to this, she mentally shrugged. This was to be a new start, she might as well go with a new name. <br><br>Moments after Giry had finished her speech, Meg entered the room, bouncing like a ballerina as she rushed for Christina's hand. "Your room is all ready, follow me." <br><br>The girl walked as if it were an effortless glide, and within moments she was standing in front of an open door. "You'll be staying in here. If you need anything, I'm next door." <br><br>With that Meg shut the two large doors of the room behind Christina, leaving her to look about the room. The room itself was of decent size, had a twin sized bed at one wall, a vanity beside it, a dressing area as well as the usual wardrobe, and at one point in the room there was a large mirror. So large, that Christina's small body could easily have passed through it if it hadn't sent her straight into a brick wall. Sighing, Christina went to light a small candle as she usually did, then went about the room to take care of her things, singing to herself the entire time. Her voice was beautiful, but obviously wavering from being choked up about everything. It took all that she had in her not to break down into tears. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Music Of The Night (Shadowchaser and Naryashadow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starchaser</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 09:37:58</strong>
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				It was the sound of her voice that had attracted him. Even in its solemnity it was incredibly beautiful - rich in tone and harmony, soft and seductive. It carried through the almost invisible door that ssat behind the wardrobe and into the dark passageways that led to the catacombs, where the surreal acoustics had amplified and bounced it down the labyrinth. Less sensitive ears would not have picked up on the sound, but Eric's ears were very sensitive.<br><br>A spot on the wall just to the left of the wardrobe was a tiny hole. Barely visible to anyone in the room. An eye of a piercing dark blue appeared at the hole to regard Christina as she sang and unpacked. Eric held his breath and his heart skipped a beat. She was as beautiful as her voice had been. 
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				Post by: <strong>naryashadow</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 19:11:32</strong>
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				Unaware that she had been heard let alone was being watched, Christina continued about her room singing to herself before finally sitting down in front of the mirror beside the wardrobe. So far, she hadn't been told of what had happened to the building before, and therefore did not even know about the catacombs or hidden tunnel ways behind the walls. Picking up a brush, she began to brush out her long auburn hair, wondering just why she had been brought to this place. No one seemed to be telling her anything, in fact, many people seemed skittish. <br><br>Shrugging a little, Christina blew out her candles, figuring the day could not be anymore eventful than it already was. 
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