Post by rubyredrose on May 20, 2007 9:23:00 GMT -5
Okay, so I have a lot Meg/Erik stuff, Christine/Raoul stuff and a few generals. Please R&R but be nice, please!
Most of my stuff isn't finished, so bear with me.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm........ Where to start?
This is my *attempt* to erite a humor phic, its not all that good, but here goes nothing:
I didn't know what else to put it in, so i just "quoted" it. I hope that's okay.
Most of my stuff isn't finished, so bear with me.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm........ Where to start?
This is my *attempt* to erite a humor phic, its not all that good, but here goes nothing:
“It’s different Raoul,” yelled Christine from across the room. It was just twenty-nine minutes before Count Raoul de Chagny and Countess Christine de Chagny had their dinner party.
“I don’t see how it’s any different, Christine!” Raoul replied.
“Yes, well… because you’re you.”
“And that means what? What? What Christine, What do you mean by that?”
“You just get it, Raoul. You don’t see….”
“I’m blind now? Is that it? I’m blind?”
“Well, no.” said Christine.
“What then?”
“It’s just… different.”
“Show me. Show me that it’s different. Prove it to me. Promise me it’s different”
Christine pointed.
“Color doesn’t matter,” said Christine.
“Does too!”
“What do you mean Raoul, What do you mean?” Christine rose to full height.
“It’s embarrassing!” replied Raoul.
Both were screaming at this point.
“Please, Raoul! Please!”
“No, Christine! I won’t take it!”
“Raoul, please.”
Christine stuck out a timid hand with a package in it.
Raoul murmured something beneath his breath.
“One last time, Raoul. Please.”
Raoul sighed, “Fine.”
Raoul took the package and opened it. There lied the little problem, the culprit. There beneath the tissue paper was a bright, fuchsia, frilly shirt with a pink tie with white polka-dots.
“Are you sure this is for a man? It looks….” Raoul was going to say that the shirt looked feminine, but after seeing Christine’s tearful eyes, he stopped, “Fine. I’ll wear it just this once. But from here on, I pick out my own clothes.”
Christine nodded.
“I don’t see how it’s any different, Christine!” Raoul replied.
“Yes, well… because you’re you.”
“And that means what? What? What Christine, What do you mean by that?”
“You just get it, Raoul. You don’t see….”
“I’m blind now? Is that it? I’m blind?”
“Well, no.” said Christine.
“What then?”
“It’s just… different.”
“Show me. Show me that it’s different. Prove it to me. Promise me it’s different”
Christine pointed.
“Color doesn’t matter,” said Christine.
“Does too!”
“What do you mean Raoul, What do you mean?” Christine rose to full height.
“It’s embarrassing!” replied Raoul.
Both were screaming at this point.
“Please, Raoul! Please!”
“No, Christine! I won’t take it!”
“Raoul, please.”
Christine stuck out a timid hand with a package in it.
Raoul murmured something beneath his breath.
“One last time, Raoul. Please.”
Raoul sighed, “Fine.”
Raoul took the package and opened it. There lied the little problem, the culprit. There beneath the tissue paper was a bright, fuchsia, frilly shirt with a pink tie with white polka-dots.
“Are you sure this is for a man? It looks….” Raoul was going to say that the shirt looked feminine, but after seeing Christine’s tearful eyes, he stopped, “Fine. I’ll wear it just this once. But from here on, I pick out my own clothes.”
Christine nodded.
I didn't know what else to put it in, so i just "quoted" it. I hope that's okay.