The Roof

[Ivy Cainn]

Edited by The Phantom.

The metal, spiralling staircase behind the stage leads to a heavy wooden trapdoor. Struggling to open this door, and finally managing to do so, you find yourself in another world. A world full of lights, and celebrations. You look out over Paris, your eyes surveying everything. The view is beautiful. A bench is at one end of the roof, which has been re-done to look a bit like a courtyard: stone for the floor, and flowers all around.

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BIC:

Ivy Cainn

Ivy's eyes, gently closed, opening her sight. She almost remembered sunsets, like a dream lost in the morning.

Her eyes would have scanned the sunset’s canvas of painted brilliance. Ochroid streaks would have impaled the dull, sleeping window, while the almost-evening sky contrasted with a smile, bright as stars, beyond. Soft oranges would radiate the clouds, silhouetted by the shadows of flaming magnificence. Dawn-tinted hues blooming a pink rose, a blush of modesty from the arrogant emperor who ruled the day. The halo of light would deem Ivy unworthy of its paradisiacal elegance, blinding her as a punishment for greed.

Biting her lip, her hands touched the heartless glass, icy and unfeeling. One more stairwell led to the door, to freedom. The wishing dancer gathered up her skirt, preparing her feet to make the final climb. The metallic smell of metal filled her breaths as she ascended to the roof, hands groping the bar cold for support. She sighed, ready for a change.

Smoke lingered in the air as Ivy pushed open to the world. The bitter perfume entwined her senses as she breathed deeply. Ivy sat on the bench she knew by memory as she ran her fingers through her hair then finding a flower tucked in her left ear. She cradled her treasure in her hands, twisting the stem gently. It wasn't a passionate rose, or elegant lily. It wasn't a fiery carnation or graceful pansy. It was an ordinary daisy, plain and common.

"Well, little flower, I think you’re beautiful."

[The Phantom]

Daniel Badeau

Daniel slowly walked up the endless stairway to the roof. His left hand was stuffed snuggly into his pocket while his right grasped the metal railing, pulling his weight up to every new step. His face was expressionless and set, thinking about this new world he was living in. The other residents of the Opera Populaire seemed kind and thoughtful, but Daniel still hadn’t met many of them.

He reached the top of the stairway and pushed against the heavy wooden trap door. As he opened it, a small breeze drifted into the still air and a light shone in the darkness. Daniel’s brown, messy hair shifted as he stepped up onto the large roof. He looked around at the beautiful city below and saw the people walking along the streets, almost like ants. Turning to the opposite end, Daniel was startled by a young woman who was sitting on a lone bench, looking at a small daisy in her hands.

“I’m sorry, I won’t bother you.” He called out to her from across the roof, sorry he ever thought of going there. “I’ll leave.”

OOC: Remember to put your characters name above your posts, Ivy. BIC:

[Ivy Cainn]

Ivy Cainn

Ivy jumped at the sound of his voice, dropping the daisy. The lost flower landed softly next to the standing girl who left it there. She blinked, wondering if he was talking to her.

"Please don't leave on my accord, monsieur." she answered softly, "You weren't bothering me at all."

Her emerald eyes flashed in his direction as a gentle smile flickered across her face.

"An evening as beautiful as this doesn't deserve to be abandoned."

She felt the moons approach. Her ivory skin glowed in the melting sun, touched by night's soothing breath. An endless breeze will whisper inaudible secrets as the pale orb hovers in the sky. Smiling stars will sprinkle the sky, collecting wishes wit their immortal beauty.

Soon everyone will be like her, blind and lost in the dark. Ivy smiled.

Meg Giry: Please don't forget to put your rp character's name in bold at the top. :-)

[The Phantom]

Daniel Badeau

The girl was startled when Daniel spoke and dropped the daisy she was holding. "Please don't leave on my accord, monsieur. You weren't bothering me at all." She spoke softly then smiled at him. "An evening as beautiful as this doesn't deserve to be abandoned." Daniel looked at her curiously. She seemed so happy yet so sad, like a bird who has forgotten how to fly.

The sun was setting in the west, creating an endless horizon of glowing building tops, glistening in its wake. Being a bit daring, Daniel approached the interesting girl. “I’m Daniel Badeau.” he said, walking toward her until he was just a few feet away from her. This section of the roof was clad with plants and flowers, a small garden. “I’m kind of new here.”

[Ivy Cainn]

Ivy Cainn

"As am I."

Ivy sat on the bench again, folding her hands neatly in her lap. Tucking an ginger lock beind her ears, the girl felt a cool wind touching her bare shoulders and shivered slightly. Her hand brushed the warm oak of the bench on its journey back to her lap.

"What do you do at the Garnier?" she asked, turning to face him, "I dance. Ballet."

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[The Phantom]

Daniel Badeau

"As am I." the girl replied as she sat comfortably back onto the oak bench. She folded her hands onto her lap then tucked a string of her hair behind her ear. This girl seemed very in touch with nature and her gentle actions were elegant and swift. As a breath of wind swept over the roof top, she shivered. She hadn’t told Daniel her name yet as she continued, "What do you do at the Garnier? I dance. Ballet."

Daniel pocketed both of his hands and looked at her with his grayish blue eyes. “I don’t do much…I’m just a Stage Hand…” He knew that his lowly self was no where near as important as most of the people at the Opera. But he continued, wondering about her name, “Sorry, can I ask your name?”