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Erik (ex_theoperag166) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-01-24 21:45:00

Entry tags:

erik, joanne walker

Who: Erik and Joanne
Where: Erik's office
When: Nowish
Why: Conversation and tea. And we know what comes with tea.
Rating: With us, it's gonna be dirty.

"Hmm, suppose it's time to see if this old face is still the same," he said after having called his secretary and told her to send a car to fetch Joanne at her given address. Erik took a deep breath and pushed away from his desk. There was a mirror in his private bathroom, one he'd been loathe to look into every since he'd discovered it, but he cautiously walked in, his hands shaking nervously. He was afraid it'd still be the same and that'd he'd be doomed to a second existence of the same shunning social standards.

He took a deep breath and reached up, fingertips fixing tightly on the edges of the mask to pull it away from his skin. But he didn't feel the way it used to stick to the bare muscle and his eye didn't feel as dry. Like he had real flesh there. He sucked in a breath as he stared at his visage in the mirror for a long time, not able to pull his eyes away from it.

There he remained until she'd finally arrive.

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urbanshaman
2008-01-25 03:12 am UTC (link)

Joanne was about to go have tea with the Phantom of the Opera. Weirder things had happened to her, but she just wished she could call up Gary and totally flail at him. Then Gary would want to come along with her. She missed Gary. Alot. But there was no time to dwell on stuff like that. When the car arrived for her, she got in and let them drive her off to Virgin Records.

She'd never been in a place so swank. She felt a bit awkward and out of place in her tank top and jeans that only came halfway down to her feet. But then she was built like a linebacker and was 6'4", she always felt out of place. Then she let someone show her the way up to where Erik was waiting. She knocked on the door.

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ex_theoperag166
2008-01-25 03:20 am UTC (link)

He swallowed hard and stuck the mask back on as a natural reaction to hearing someone and exited the bathroom. He emerged, dressed semi-casually in a button up shirt and trousers, way under dressed from what he was used to back in his time. He took a deep breath and opened the door for her, his sleek head bowed slightly as he waved for her to enter.

"Good evening, mademoiselle. I trust your transportation and journey was pleasant." Then he felt an itch under the mask and made to scratch, remembered the mask then smiled, half-embarrassed. "Forgive me. I put this back on," and he made to take it off, his fingers clutching it as he stood there, bare to her. His face was better than okay. One would call him very handsome indeed now.

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urbanshaman
2008-01-25 03:26 am UTC (link)

She came inside once he opened the door, glad that he wasn't shorter then her. It bugged her when guys were shorter then her, but it happened quite a bit. "Yeah, it was all right.." she shrugged a shoulder, closing the door behind her. When he slid the mask off, she was impressed and surprised. "Wow.. " she smirked slightly. Joanne was not a flirter by any stretch of the imagination. She wouldn't know how. But still.

"Lookin good.. I see bein here's made a change for the better.. guess that happens sometimes." even if she hadn't been around that long herself.

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ex_theoperag166
2008-01-25 03:39 am UTC (link)

"Oh, yes, that," he stuttered a little, still flustered at her reaction. He was used to quite the opposite and so the apparently pleasing sight of his face for her threw him off. "This vortex thing was kind enough to give me a whole face. For that, I'm thankful to say the least. Please sit," he said as he motioned to a large couch on the other side of the room.

"I had my secretary procure fresh ingredients for the tea," he said as he knelt beside the coffee table that held an expensive china tea set with a tin of loose tea leaves and additives. Erik busied his hands making the tea, brewing it in the pot of hot water itself, and the way he moved, one could tell he was very ambi-dexterous.

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urbanshaman
2008-01-25 03:47 am UTC (link)

She wasn't used to guys being flustered around her either, so she grinned a little. "Looks good.." she said again, taking a seat on the couch. She felt somehow that she should be more formal with her.. speech, but really, she had no idea how to be. "Cool.. having secretaries are fun.. or so I've heard.." she wondered if he even knew half of what she was saying.

Watching as he made the tea, she looked around at the swank office, "I'm not sure I've ever been in a place as nice as this." and she meant it. Definitely not.

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ex_theoperag166
2008-01-25 03:59 am UTC (link)

"It's better than I'm used to. Well, what I haven't had to build with my own two hands. But I am a little homesick for what was mine. This...isn't my home. I don't feel in my own skin here, if you understand what I mean." Erik felt fairly awkward himself around her, as his only interaction with a woman who was not his mother or Madame Giry was Christine. He seemed much more quiet than a man with many talents should be.

"Secretaries can be nuisances at times. Oh, you meant in other terms. Right," his cheeks flushed a little as he finished steeping the tea and poured it into the cups. "I'm unsure of how you take your tea, but here are all of the accoutrements you'll need for it. Help yourself."

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urbanshaman
2008-01-25 04:09 am UTC (link)

"Yeah.. I know what you mean. I'm homesick too. This totally isn't Seattle.. I mean I could go to Seattle.. that's in another state.. on the other side of the country.. but.. it wouldn't be the same. But I totally know what you mean.." she would try and be as nice as possible and be as.. well make him feel as least awkward as she could be. Which probably wouldn't be at all.

Jo leaned over and put some sugar in her tea but no milk and gave it a stir. She rarely drank tea. "Thanks.. and really.. I meant both ways I guess.. Yours has been a nuisance since you've gotten here I take it?"

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ex_theoperag166
2008-01-25 04:27 am UTC (link)

Erik squeezed a little lemon in his, but put nothing else. He liked some sweets, but he always took his tea this way. "Well, she fusses a bit too much, but she's just trying to help. It's more of me getting frustrated because I don't understand how something works at first. But I figure it out in time and I'm fine. I was considered well-read for my time and a genius, and I'd like to continue down that route here." He stood and sat on the couch, though a good deal of room was between them.

"Paris is said to be nice this time of year now. I will have to go and see what is different, if my opera house is still standing beautifully. I wonder if I can still get underneath to my home," he mused. He took a sip of his tea. "What did you do in your world, Joanne Walker?"

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urbanshaman
2008-01-25 04:38 am UTC (link)

She gave a small nod, "Gotcha.. adults get annoyed when people don't know something that's simple to them. I don't think anyone knows the meaning of patience anymore." she was as guilty as everyone else about that though. "I'm sure you'll have the whole genius thing down and be running circles around people in no time. You're already handling this better then.. a good portion of the people this happens to. So I see.."

Scratching the back of her head, she took a sip of her tea, "Haven't ever been to Paris. Ireland is the closest I've ever been, and that was at my mom's funeral.. but I'm sure you can hop on a jet and go over there in no time."

Oh right. That. "I'm a .. well if you ask me, I'm more of a mechanic. I fix cars. But.. technically.. I'm a cop.. a police officer. Or I was. I dunno anymore. And I'm the worst one.. ever I think."

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ex_theoperag166
2008-01-25 04:53 am UTC (link)

"I've only been to one funeral in my life, and I hated seeing Christine buried, but she had a happy life, and that made me happy in return." Erik's jaw tensed. He wondered what would happen if she appeared suddenly here and saw how whole he was.

"Oh mechanics? I am fairly handy myself. I can build very complicated gearwork and mechanisms for traps doors, things like that. I've built chambers which were used to...well, you know my tale. No sense in repeating myself." He ducked his head and sipped the tea.

"I hope the policework here is better than the shoddy ones of my time."

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urbanshaman
2008-01-25 04:59 am UTC (link)

Ooh right. Christine. She remembered that part. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I've been to.. alot of funerals.." especially as of late. They were never fun. Especially since she was supposed to be stopping them and not making them happen. "They're all too.. sad..and morbid but .. I guess I gotta go when you're a cop.." she shrugged a bit.

She smiled, "Yeah? That's cool.. right you built your whole.. underground.. thing.." she wasn't really good with words. "Mine's just cars. Everyone makes me fix their cars for them. Cheaper then taking it into a professional.."

Then with a laugh she gave a small shrug, "I dunno about that. I'm just a beat cop. And I usually fuck things up more then I fix them. But I think so." she wasn't quite sure if she should mention the other thing she was.

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ex_theoperag166
2008-01-25 05:18 am UTC (link)

"I went out of love, not duty, though I didn't think of her passing as sad. Just another stage for her. If there is a Heaven, then it has the best voice for an angel in its midst now." Erik didn't want to dwell on her passing at all. The loss of her had been great to his heart even then, and it was as though it'd just occurred.

"Yes, harvested the materials myself, carried it all under there. I drew up blueprints and constructed every nuance of my world there." His eyes twitched a little when she used the language. "You're far too pretty to use those words. And people are capable of much more when they do not restrict themselves so much mentally."

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urbanshaman
2008-01-25 05:22 am UTC (link)

"Yeah.. there's heaven I think.. close to it anyways.." because she'd died once, and that had been, painful and hellish and since she went there, there had to be a place for actually good people to go. At least she hoped so. But she could tell he didn't want to talk about that, she didn't blame him.

"That's.. pretty fucking awesome, doing all that. The best I've done is put a car back together.." well that and repair her own fatal wounds but that was neither here nor there. She blushed, right. Cursing. "Sorry.. it's a habit. People.. use them alot. And I'm not.. I'm like a football player. And.. I've been mistaken for a guy before."