asoutcastshear: (he'll always be there singing songs)
[Erik is forgoing broadcasting his playing this time. It's an attempt to curtail the number of people that would come nosing around. But that doesn't mean Erik is done mourning. Not by a long shot. Not only was Chrissie the woman he loved, but she was also his muse. Without her...well he hasn't be able to write anything and that's just...wrong. After all, stalking Raoul is only entertaining for so long.

He plays quietly, something old and from another world.]
asoutcastshear: (Shunned by the multitude)
[Erik has come to a basic understanding of why he is here in the Keep. He spent the first night acquainting himself with his journal contraption before venturing out to find a piano or an organ of some sort. Upon locating one, he seated himself and began to play.

What is that somber song you hear? It is Erik mourning.]
asoutcastshear: (Come to the Angel of Music.)
[Welp, it's been long enough. Much too long in Erik's opinion. It's time to get the object of his obsession affection back. That means using the voice.]

Christine. I'm waiting.
asoutcastshear: (Say you'll share with me one love)
[It's been too long. Chrissie hasn't come back and Erik has done his best to hunt her down. But the boat is far too big for him to search. There's been no activity on her commline and she hasn't returned to her room. So there's only one conclusion to be made. She's with Raoul. And, well, Erik simply could not have that.

So. He'll try to win her back. Scratch that, he will win her back. If only to get her attention and there is one sure fire way to do that.]


Christine, Christine...

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