The Opera Garden's

[The Phantom]

Located at the center of the Opera Populaire, the beautiful gardens are teaming with plants and flowers. It thrives during the spring and summer. many birds and other smaller animals live here creating a beautiful ecosystem. It is even beautiful during autumn when the leaves turn gorgeous shades of red and yellow and during the winter when snow covers everything. Many pathes can be found winding throughout the bushes and trees making the garden seem as if it is a small wood.

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BIC:

[Prying Pandora]

Anya Minkova

Russian beauty Anya wandered into the gardens of the Opera Populaire. She had just arrived, and was unsure of what she was supposed to do. She paused to pick a particularly lovely rose, but withdrew her hand when she pricked her finger. It was bleeding, so she quickly drew out a handkerchief from her purse, wrapping her finger in it. She took out a hair elastic and pulled up her hair into a bun. She was especially bored, so she began humming, and then started singing.

You were once my one companion
you were all that mattered
you were once a friend and father
then my world was shattered.

Spotting a bench next to a lilac bush, she bounced over to it and sat down, opening her violin case. She put it to her chin, and began to play a quick, dance-like tune.

[Lucianna]

Malacai Sullivan

Malachai entered the gardens to the sweet soud of a violin playing. His face broke into a grin and he went straight for the music. He was from Ireland, where his whole family sung and danced, and the opera singer wondered when he would hear a violin again.

He, dressed in black pants, a white dress shirt, and a crimson tie, watched the girl with interest, his green eye smiling at her. When she was finished the dark haired young man started clapping. "Bravo, Miss," he said, his accent heavy as she had drug up memories of his home, "That was splendid!" He noticed the rose lying nearby, and her finger, and picked her a few lilacs, layng them next to her. "Lilacs don't sting," he told her with a wink.

[Prying Pandora]

Anya Minkova

As Anya played, she spotted a dark haired young man about her own age enter the gardens. When she had finished, he began clapping, saying, "Bravo, Miss,"That was splendid!" in a heavy Irish accent. She smiled at him and said, "Thank you.", bowing. Her Russian accent was in stark contrast to his Irish one. He picked some lilacs and put them next to her.

"Lilacs don't sting," he said, winking. She grinned again. "Why thank you, sir. And to whom do I owe this pleasure?" she said teasingly. "My name is Antonina Nicolaevna Minkova. But just Anya, when I'm not in trouble." She added the last part with a grin. She picked up the lilacs, sniffing them serenely.

[Lucianna]

Malachai Sullivan

"Thank you."

The girl bowed and thanked him, which made him smile. "You really were great," he said again, his eyes falling onto her beautiful violin. An antique, maybe? he thought. His brother would know more, he was into those things.

"Why thank you, sir. And to whom do I owe this pleasure? My name is Antonina Nicolaevna Minkova. But just Anya, when I'm not in trouble."[/b]

Malachai laughed. "Malachai Sullivan," he said with a respectful bow, "But just Mal if you don't want to get formal." His striking green eyes locked with hers, which he liked. The girl he had met before wouldn't even look him in the face. "Anya. . .a lovely name," he told her, "And foreign. I'm from Ireland, as you might have guessed. . .but I can't place you, Miss Minkova. Where do you come from?" he asked.

[Prying Pandora]

Anya Minkova

"You really were great,"

Anya smiled, and blushed slightly. She saw him study her violin. "It's a Guarneri. Italian. It has been in my family for generations. Violinists, almost all." She picked up her violin again, caressing what was her most prized possession.

"Malachai Sullivan," "But just Mal if you don't want to get formal."

"I am pleased to meet you, Mal." she replied, smiling.

"Anya. . .a lovely name," "And foreign. I'm from Ireland, as you might have guessed. . .but I can't place you, Miss Minkova. Where do you come from?

"Russia. Moscow, to be exact. All my life, except school in Switzerland. Boarding school. Quite nasty, really. Chased around all day by those terrible spinsters that run the place." She added with a smile. "Ireland. Tell me about Ireland, Mal."

[Lucianna]

Malachai Sullivan

Malachai was caught studying the violin. "It's a Guarneri. Italian. It has been in my family for generations. Violinists, almost all." Malachai let out a low whistle. "Impressive," he said, thinking about the peressure of having an entire family having only one profession.

"I am pleased to meet you, Mal."

Malachai nodded, smiling. The pleasure was really all his, as he was finding Anya's company most enjoyable. Then she answered his question about where she came from.

"Russia. Moscow, to be exact. All my life, except school in Switzerland. Boarding school. Quite nasty, really. Chased around all day by those terrible spinsters that run the place."

Malachai couldn't help but let a little chuckle slip. "Sounds like my school," he said, thinking out loud. He hadn't gone to a boarding school, but he had gone to a private school run by insane catholic nuns.

"Ireland. Tell me about Ireland, Mal."

The dark haired singer grinned, his green eyes sparkleing when he thought of it. "I grew up in Wicklow, Ireland. It was pretty small compared to Paris, I think, and it was very peaceful. My Da owned a tour boat company, before he died." A hint of sadness passed through his eyes, but he tried to make it go away. I'll never go back. . . he thought sadly.

[Prying Pandora]

Anya Minkova

"Impressive,"

"Not all too impressive. No one has stuck with it for years. I think I'm the first to really love it." With this she caressed her violin lovingly, letting out a small laugh. When she told him about her boarding school, he chuckled. "Sounds like my school,"

She smiled back at him. She then listened intently as he told her about his home.

"I grew up in Wicklow, Ireland. It was pretty small compared to Paris, I think, and it was very peaceful. My Da owned a tour boat company, before he died."

"It sounds wonderful. I'm sorry about your father. Were you close to him?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't think she was prying. She wished she was close to her parents. She loved them very much, but they had never really had a serious conversation. She never confided in them.

[Lucianna]

Malachai Sullivan

"It sounds wonderful. I'm sorry about your father. Were you close to him?"

Malachai smiled sadly. "Most of the time We talked, and did things together, but he never wanted me to sing," the irishman confessed. 'If you go, Malachai, I swear it, you will be slapping me in the face! You can't leave your mother and your sister to fend for themselves when I'm gone, and Gideon can't do it by himself! Stay, Malachai, or God as my witness I will never speak to you again!'

Malachai remembered thos words like it was yesterday. They still burned in his mind, and guilt flooded him every time he thought of that row. So he had waited, and now his da was dead, and he was free to sing. I'll prove him wrong. I can do it.

[Prying Pandora]

Anya Minkova

"Most of the time We talked, and did things together, but he never wanted me to sing,"

"I'm sorry. It must have been difficult," she said, her thick Russian accent sounding strange in her softened tones. She thought about her parents, whom she hardly knew. They had been kind to her, never abused her or hurt her emotionally, yet they were strangers to her.

"When did you decide you wanted to sing?" she asked him.

[Lucianna]

Malachai Sullivan

"When did you decide you wanted to sing?"

Malachai grinned. "Ever since I can remember, I was singing. I wanted to do it professionally since I was about thirteen. Ahhh, I remember dreaming of this place. . . did you think you would ever end up here?" he asked, his voice still coated with more of an accent then usual thinking about his home.

Home. . . He missed home. The smell of the sea every morning as he woke up and strolled along the shore for a few hour before anyone even thought about waking up. Then he would come back inside a few minutes before his Ma got up and started her usual ritual, cooking more than anyone could eat. He remembered how he had memorized which staires and spots in the house craked, and how to expertly sneak out the back door without getting aught by his mother, just for his solitude. His hours were never at light, but always around two or three in the morning, until the sun started coming up. The sun was his Ma and Da's alarm clock, and he had to rush home in order to be there before they got up and worried. He slept at weird times for his habitual walks, which he had started when he was around seven. He was always like that, and probably would stay that way, going to bed straight after supper and taking cat naps during the day. It was the only way he could get his time alone, to walk without purpous through the fog and the thick silence.

"Tell me about your home," he asked of her, growing very homesick talking about where he had grown up, and thinking about it.

[The Phantom]

Daniel Badeau

Walking into the vast array of beautiful garden, Daniel listened to the birds who seemed to be singing only for him. His bright blue eyes shone as they fell upon the gorgeous flowers. His favorites were bleeding hearts. Daniel had only ever seen them once during his journey across France and unfortunately there were none in this garden.

He kept pacing along the path until he heard two voices conversing a little ways ahead. One was a woman who spoke with a strong Russian accent. The other was a man who was speaking in an Irish accent. Daniel had heard both of these accents in his past of quiet study. He silently sat behind a nearby tree on the soft, green grass to listen to their conversation.

[littlelotte]

Shauna O'Brien

Shauna bounded into the gardens, her long blonde ponytail bouncing behind her as she ran. Suddenly, the girl stopped and sat down on a nearby bench, reflecting on her week at the Opera Populaire.

It's actually been pretty good. Though I haven't met anyone, I've explored, and I think the Opera Populaire is really pretty. Gorgeous, actually. I'm beginning to love it here.

Humming softly, she stood up and walked over to a large oak tree. Her favorite tree. Opening her arms and reaching them around to hug it, she suddenly stopped as she looked down. A young man, more like a boy, actually, was sitting under the tree. And if Shauna was allowed say so for herself, he was actually kinda cute. He had messy brown hair and bright blue, almost gray eyes.
“Ummm…hi. Sorry if I’m interrupting you.” The blonde stammered, taken aback by this boy.

[Prying Pandora]

Anya Minkova

. . did you think you would ever end up here?"

Anya smiled. "Not really. I hadn't thought I would leave Russia like this. I never imagined performing. But I love it so much. I am glad I'm here. Russians are so stiff. I like the French!"

"Tell me about your home,"

"Lonely. That is home. My parents were usually very busy with whatever they had to do. I had a string of wicked governesses. A lot of fun I had, though, seeing how quickly I could get rid of them. Record was two hours." She smiled. Anya pulled her feet up to her, swinging around and leaning her back on Mal. She already felt comfortable with him.

As she spoke, a young girl came towards them, smiling.

"Excuse me, I heard the beautiful violin music, and I had to see who was playing it. My name is Emilie Andrews." The girl exteneded a hand. Anya smiled, took the girls hand, and shook it. "Thank you, Emilie. I am Anya. I am pleased to meet you!"

[The Phantom]

Daniel Badeau

As Daniel sat behind the large oak tree, two girls, both with long blonde hair, approached him. The first simply walked by and smiled. She proceeded onto where the Russian woman and Irish man were sitting then introduced herself. Daniel sat up when she passed and slowly nodded his head.

After the first young woman had passed by, Daniel laid back against the huge roots of the oak tree, curving his back to the trees shape. Bringing his arms back behind his head, he rested and listened to the birds’ song.

Another few minutes passed as Daniel listened when the second girl who looked younger than Daniel walked toward him. “Ummm…hi. Sorry if I’m interrupting you.” He wasn’t sure what to say to her. She seemed very confident of her actions, but conscientious of what she said.

“No…you’re not…” Daniel replied quietly. He got onto his feet and stood facing her. She had beautiful green eyes which Daniel looked into as he slowly stood.

[Lucianna]

Malachai Sullivan

"Lonely. That is home. My parents were usually very busy with whatever they had to do. I had a string of wicked governesses. A lot of fun I had, though, seeing how quickly I could get rid of them. Record was two hours."

Malachai laughed. "Impressive," he told her, his eyes moving towards her lips momentarily. What a beautiful smile, he thought. He would have loved to tell her so, but just then a younger girl came up to them.

"Excuse me, I heard the beautiful violin music, and I had to see who was playing it. My name is Emilie Andrews."

Malachai smiled as Anya introduce herself. "And I'm Malachai," he added. His green eyes went from Emilie Andrews to Anya, a thought coming to his mind. "And, Emilie, I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I asked Miss Minkova here to the Easter Dance right now. She's a very pretty girl, and I only know a few people here." He smiled at Anya, his nerves tensing just a bit with anticipation.

I wish Emmalie would stop being confusing. . .but Anya. . .she is so beautiful, so fun, so amazing. . .

[littlelotte]

Shauna O'Brien

For a moment, Shauna simply stared at the boy, taking in all of his features: his messy brown hair, his beautiful eyes, all of it. He slowly stood up, and Shauna gently extended her hand to him.

“No…you’re not…”

The blonde jumped slightly at the sound of his voice. It was soft, but creamy, almost, at the same time."Hi, I'm Shauna, Shauna O'Brien. What's your name?" she asked slowly and quietly.

Shauna, breathe. He spoke to you. He didn't propose to you on bended knee. So, he's cute. Big deal, right?

[The Phantom]

Daniel Badeau

She extended her hand to shake but was a little startled when Daniel spoke. The girl left her hand and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Shauna, Shauna O'Brien. What's your name?" Shauna spoke almost as quietly as he had done, looking him up and down. Daniel hesitantly took her hand, shook it quickly, and released it drawing his own back to his side after pushing his hair away from his eyes.

He exhaled deeply and said, “I’m Daniel…Badeau. I’ve just arrived here only a few days ago.” he said in his thick accent. Shauna was surprisingly easy to talk to although he kept guard unsure of what she would do. Daniel could never again fully trust children his age.

[The Phantom]

OOC: This is by Tantomile Daae. She couldn't see it so that is why I'm reposting it for her. BIC:

Emilie Andrews

Emilie Andrews came into the garden. She had heard violin music, which she loved, and followed it. When she saw the two people talking, she didn't want to interrupt, but she smiled, and went up to them and greeted them. She had also seen a young man go behind the tree. She looked over at the man and smiled. Then she said to the couple, "Excuse me, I heard the beautiful violin music, and I had to see who was playing it. My name is Emilie Andrews." She held her hand out for friendship.

[TantomileDaae]

Emilie Andrews

"Hello Anya, Mal, I hope you don't mind your name being shortened. Emilie gave the two a smile, then said, "I'm glad to meet you too, and you two, Mal. Of course I don't mind you asking her to the dance. I am afraid I don't dance very well."