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Phantom of the Opera Meme
Phantom of the Opera Meme
You have lived for years in your subterranean lair, perhaps the one beneath the Opéra Garnier, watching the lives of the people above, and there is one in particular who has caught your eye. Perhaps you’ve agreed to be their tutor, or perhaps you’ve simply decided that you must own and possess them, their beauty and talent, for you alone to enjoy.
Or perhaps you’re an ordinary stagehand in the opera house, and you have an irresistible curiosity about the rumours of the ghost that haunts the place. You’ve studied every account, learned the twisting passageways of the opera house, and you have a sympathy, a fascination, for the tormented soul who believes him or herself to be alone and misunderstood. Perhaps you believe that you alone can love them.
The Rôles
1. The Tormented Genius - You are the tormented genius in your subterranean lair. Perhaps—probably—you are masked, whether to hide your deformity, your identity, or simply because you cannot bear to be seen.
2. The Ingenue - The talented rising star of the theatre, you have some skill or beauty which sets you apart and makes you ultimately desirable. But do you wish to be the star, or do you simply wish to be free?
3. The Stagehand/Chorus Girl - You’re fascinated by the phantom. You know that they are real, and perhaps you’ve even stumbled upon the entrance to their lair. They’re misunderstood and alone, but you’re here for them now. Maybe they won’t trust or accept you at first, but you’re determined to win them over.
4. The Hero - This ‘tormented genius’ isn’t a misunderstood or pitiable figure. They’re a monster, and you’re here to put an end to their reign of terror. Or, at least, to rescue one of their victims. You’re the hero of this story, stable and trustworthy, or at least that’s what you believe.
5. Other - Did you want to play the rôle of the Prima Donna threatened by the rising star? Perhaps you’re the Madame Giry who has operated for years as the phantom’s agent, and now you’re looking for some appreciation for your efforts. Perhaps you’re one of the managers of this opera house, whose livelihood has been threatened by this upstart terrorist.
The Locations
A. Le Palais Garner - The Paris Opera house, in its own form or as imagined and interpreted by dozens of movie and stage versions. Legend has it that there’s a lake beneath the opera, and a vast subterranean maze of chambers and tunnels that eventually connect out to the further mazes of the Paris catacombs and the Parisian sewers.
B. Choose your own Theatre - Or perhaps it’ll be one of the remakes and adaptations. The Phantom of the Megaplex? The Phantom of the Paradise?
C. Farther Afield - The Phantom of the Expensive Beach Resort? The Phantom of the Mall? The
At its heart, Le Fantôme de l'Opéra is a Beauty and the Beast story. Feel free to play any related themes under the umbrella of the beauty and the beast story, stockholm syndrome, obsession and rejection, talent, deformity, genius, horror…
Laurent of Vere ; Captive Prince ; M/M
Alcuin no Delaunay ( Kushiel's Dart ) M/M
Enjolras | Les Miserables | M/M
Mavros Shahrizai | Kushiel's Legacy | M/M
Chorus girl. Stagehand or corps de ballet.]Brittany Pierce ( Glee ) OTA
Ashe of Dalmasca ; FFXII ; OTA
Kili | LOTR
Alucard | Castlevania Symphony of the Night | m/m preference
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Mavros was no primo uomo, though he was handsome enough for it, and charismatic for it. His name appeared on the theatre programme with the corps du ballet, near the bottom. He simply wasn't talented enough, though he didn't shirk from practice. The only capacities in which he stood out from the corps were in his tumbling, as he'd received circus training as a child before he'd joined the ballet, and in his flirtatious charm.
He was well liked among the performers and stagehands, because it was hard to not like Mavros, but he was never truly accepted among them. Behind his back they murmured about his dark hair--always worn in a myriad of tiny braids tipped with beads, jingling softly as he moved--and dark eyes, his full lips and his features that were somehow too foreign to be Parisian, even though his skin was pale as milk.
Although he flirted constantly, and near half the Palais Garnier would have tumbled willingly into his bed, he went with none of them, and kept to himself.
Mavros, they said, and this rumor was true, was in love with the Phantom.
It was just as true that he was in love with the opera house. The passageways, the secrets. The roof under a starry sky, and the angels and demons that lurked atop it, frozen in stone. There were tricks to the opera house that none of the abovegrounds occupants knew, and Mavros was fascinated. Someone had designed all this, these passageways, these puzzles, these traps. Mavros knew it was dangerous, and the rumors said that the Phantom could kill, but he could not resist.
A section of wall had shifted that evening, as he'd been helping with props and backdrops beneath the stage. After dark, with a candle, Mavros had returned. He slipped into the passageway, closing it carefully behind him, and set off to explore.
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Down in the depths where the light of day was nothing more than the whisper of a glimmer on the water's surface was the lair of the phantom. Vile rumours had circulated about the creature that resided under the opera house. Some claimed he was a deranged killer who mercilessly plucked his victims from the streets to string them up with the opera house chords for a noose whilst others attested that the creature was a ghost of a long lost performer who wrought vengeance on anyone who dared to approach his abode. This phantom was neither: he was a half-blood monster who shied away from human contact yet yearned so desperately for it. He had watched from below, in the dark, as children above him grew in beauty and grace in the light.
There had been one boy who had stood out from them all with charisma and poise that had enthralled even the coldest parts of the phantom's lonely, icy heart. As the child had aged and grew the phantom remained unchanging, taking a greater interest as he had developed year by year. The phantom had left the occasional gift masked as accidental, misplaced item but when the presents appeared on the same date (the day on which the boy had moved in) they seemed like sporadic and more planned. The gifts had ranged in nature from toys for a boy, nooks for a teenager and finally much more poignant items in adulthood, the most touching of all had been a piece of music with the boy's name as the title.
In the depths music played; its melody creeping up from the bowels of the opera house and echoing in the draughty, long corridors that lead down to the phantom's lair. The deeper the path, the darker it became, and the light and music of the world above melted away to reveal the sombre notes of the phantom's organ. Bats were nestled in the domed ceiling of the passageway which became dank and almost pitch black. At the end of the hallway was a large double door, under the frame a small shaft of golden light beamed, beyond it, the song played passionately.
Beyond that door was the creature's lair. Not dark and cold but bathed in light, colour and beauty.
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At last, after his candle had finally drowned in its own wax, spilling over and burning Mavros' fingers when it went out, Mavros found the door. The light behind it, and the radiating music from the powerful organ, proclaimed it to be the phantom's lair. His phantom. He hoped--he knew not who left his gifts every year, but he had always hoped.
On the far side of the door, Mavros waited. He'd never had this opportunity before, and the music was heartrendingly beautiful. If he interrupted, he might never hear it again.
Only when there was a pause did Mavros knock, rapping lightly at the door. He waited only a moment before his hand skimmed down the surface of the door, seeking a handle to see if it would open at his touch.
Tohko Amano-Book Girl-OTA
Clear | DRAMAtical Murder | OTA
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Vlad Masters | Danny Phantom | OTA
Barnabas Collins | Dark Shadows | M/F