Celeste Gerras
Understudy
Diamonds are a girl's best friend!
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Post by Celeste Gerras on Apr 11, 2008 15:32:55 GMT -5
How wonderful it would be someday to be in this room, swamped with flowers from admirers that would never see her except for a an impressive soiree or on a lighted opera stage with her in the center. How amazing her life would be if she could be the woman to stand center stage and recieve the applause of millions, the heart of Paris, and the title of Diva in the most famous opera house in all of France if not the world. What she would give for it! What anyone would give for it, but Celeste knew that whatever the others would give, she would do more. Her ambitions would kill her for sure one day that was for certain. If she wanted something she would do anything to get it and this had always been what Celeste wanted. As a young girl she had stared dreamily at Carlotta, not for her voice of course, but for her sheer power over the crowd and the house. The glamour of it all. That was what Celeste wanted. That was what this woman knew she deserved.
It seemed such a shame too. The opera house had been completely rebuilt in part but this room still remained a bit of a mess, a mystery from the past. There was a legend that once little Daae had disappeared from this room. It had been all to mysterious. Her current husband had reported the door being locked and no answer. Madame Giry had told the managers at the time that she had left Christine in the room. No one knew what happened until Don Juan. Even then it was still shocking. Now this room reeked of that particular conspiracy. The slight mat of dust and disregaurd left the room in a bit of a antique state that hinted at the forboding of ghosts and phantoms. Of course, no phantom of any sort had reared their heads yet. She certaintly hoped they wouldn't. Still, it would be good for the managers. Free publicity and it kept the ballet rats behaving. After all, you would not want to anger any ghost much less and murderous one with a magical rope. She certaintly would not want to come to that end.
With a curious air about her and a serious face Celeste made her way around the abandoned room dreaming of perhaps a time when she might occupy it. It was a dream of course, a wild dream, but ambitions might make it a reality. Stranger things had happened. Daae did it and so could she. It was possible. But perhaps she would make another room her dressing room. That feeling of hauntings from the past was still there and it sent a chill up her spine. How would anyone get out if the door was locked. It puzzled her and yet somehow she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer. Then again, Celeste always hated not knowing...but when knowledge was dangerous perhaps it was better left untouched.
At this decision Celeste smiled and picked up a dead dried rose petal from the ground with a slight smile humming softly a quiet rendition of Juliet's first aria from the latest operatic version of the story. Yes, another room would be better. This one was as dead and lifeless as this very rose petal. She knew it.
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Post by Constanza Deville on May 9, 2008 21:02:52 GMT -5
Who could have done it? Someone that knew what they were doing and wanted attention most likely. Could the Phantom still be alive and decided to come back? Impossible. He was dead, killed by the mob or the fire. So who could have done it? Stanza had been thinking of this for hours. Ever since the masque she had been foaming at the threat of someone else trying to play the ghost. In her anger the past few days she cut ropes, hidden object, opened windows at night so the performers would be sick in the morning, and anything else she could think of. If someone was going to try and take her new ‘occupation’ then she was going to make them fight for it. It was too much of a cushy ‘job’ to give up without one.
Finally she was able to vent most of her rage and calm herself enough to think clearly without seeing red. Stanza hadn’t done any harm today; instead her time was spent pacing the passageways and plotting. How could she catch this person? What would be the best trap? And when and where should she set it? All she knew for sure was that something had to be done; sharing the ‘job’ was not an option.
In her pondering she managed to wander up to the old diva’s room. In her earlier days she had found out the secret of the mirror during her rummaging on the room. Now that the room was unoccupied she mostly used the mirror to sneak in and out of the underground hallways. Stanza was thinking that if she went to the roof for some fresh air she might be able to think better. However her plan came to a halt when through the two-way mirror she saw someone on the other side.
At first she shied back into the shadows of the passageway, but remembered that the person wouldn’t be able to see her if she stayed enough distance away. Moving closer again she look at the woman visiting the prima donna room. She recognized the women as Celeste Gerras, who was one of her favorites in the corps de ballet. The woman was clever, coy, and ambitious. Stanza was struck with inspiration! A triumphant smirk graced her lips as she looked with her own ambitious eyes at her bait. She was going to use this girl to lure out the other ghost, and she knew exactly how. ”Perfect!”
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Celeste Gerras
Understudy
Diamonds are a girl's best friend!
Posts: 76
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Post by Celeste Gerras on May 13, 2008 22:32:26 GMT -5
Her time in the Diva's old haunt was coming to a close. She had come to her conclusions and reaffirmed her need for success within the opera house and certiantly her goals and desires here. She had determined she would do all of it herself, using her own brains and by God when it was done she would demolish this place and create her own. It was far too gloomy and held far to many haunting memories and bad feelings from the ominous events that occured here once in the past. But, as it always was in those cases, when you are about to leave, something always tempts you to leave.
In this case, it was a haunting voice. it was a voice with no body that Celeste could see. She knew it was not the phantom. Since the appearance during Don Juan, everyone knew that the Phantom was a man, a tenor to be more accurate in his classifications. One with a voice pure as gold. The one word that floated through the room was a woman's voice. She could not tell if it was the voice of experience or not as there were no notes, but she knew it was not a known phantom for this opera house. Celeste was not sure if this was better or worse for her. She had never met the opera ghost so she did not know what his reaction would be to her in this room. But she knew what she could do to try to escape him but with this unknown ghost, she had nothing to do but error on the side of caution.
In this tradition, Celeste froze where she was and looked around the room in wonder. Whoever this voice was she had best respect it for now. However, her questions needed to be answered and were just as burning as anyone elses. "Who is there?"
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Post by Constanza Deville on May 17, 2008 23:50:05 GMT -5
Ah dash it all Stanza cursed in her head as she instinctly slapped a hand over her mouth! Why was it that she never had the ability to hold her tongue when not pretending to be her little Phantom character? Cause it wasn’t the cunning Constanza that came up with the idea but the shifty Anais. Damn herself for not having the brains to know when to keep her mouth closed. She knew that it was loud enough for Gerra’s to hear for it was triumphant and echoed off the stonewalls. Some ghost she’s making. Another flaw to add to the long list of things to improve on.
No matter though, might as well get her plan off to a running start rather then muddle over how to lure her target. If she could. Sure she had lured men an sometimes women into something before robbing them, but that was only for a short time. This will last for more then a few minutes. But life is short and needs not to be thought through. Besides if she completely fuddles this up then it’s all on the girl’s shoulders not the woman who has no real identity.
Composing herself she did her little metal exercise she did before becoming Constanza. Putting on the mysterious smirk and leaning gracefully on the wall she prepared for playing her part whether she was seen or not. “Is that what you really want to know? What if I only answer one question per person. Is that what you want to know? Who am I?” Yes that’s it. Play mind games. Stay vague. Drop subtle hints. Um what next? “Or is it what can I do for you. How in the world was she able to keep her voice from sounding like her mind. Racing and nervous. It was a miracle that just keeping outwards in character she was able to speak in her cool entrancing voice. Maybe she could pull this off. That would be a miracle!
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Celeste Gerras
Understudy
Diamonds are a girl's best friend!
Posts: 76
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Post by Celeste Gerras on May 21, 2008 13:12:18 GMT -5
The Phantom was a man. Everyone knew that after the events of a few years ago with Christine on stage. He was a man with a tenor voice, a luringly beautiful tenor voice. It was a fact in the opera house and yet suddenly this fact had changed. Celeste was talking to a woman without a body. Well, she was sure the woman had a body. The Phantom himself was just a man as she was sure this voice belonged not to the air but to a body hiding somewhere in this room. She would be just a silly as her fellow ballet girls to think otherwise. She was not about to be the thing she had so long hated. She was not going to be the scared little superstitious girl she had so long turned her nose up at. No, she would handle this calmly and rationally.
Taking a long, even, deep breath Celeste listened to what was said to her. This person whoever they were was a riddler and she would just have to use her brain very carefully. This mystery woman had already used her words against her once and she would not let it happen again if she had a chance. She would just handle this with no nonesense and no fear and then maybe this person would come into the light and handle this like an adult and a sane individual who wanted something from her. After all, this woman had to want something from her if she was talking to her and there had been no previous relationship. Since she was approaching her there had to be a motive. Now what that motive was had to be the question to ask. She had to know the price before she knew her prize and both these things were more important than any name. Besides, if buisness ensued then names would be revealed.
Keeping her voice steady and calm as her now controlled breathing Celeste moved back to the diva's vanity and sat down in the plushy pink stool after brushing the dust off for a moment. She stared around the room trying to find the source of this voice as she spoke, but she spoke none the less. With confidence reigning in her speech she responded to this...ghost, "If I can only ask one question I wish to ask: what do you want from me. It makes no matter what I can gain if the cost is too high."
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