Icon love! And masks and stuff.
Okay, so really the main purpose of this entry is because I found some wicked awesome Phantom icons. Seriously, the next 20 entries on this journal may be with pretty Phantom icons. I've made one of them my temporary default, but to see another one, just click the comment thing. (I can't figure out how to make it just show up.) You don't even have to comment, just click there.
But I'm also almost done rereading Maskerade, and I had forgotten how awesome it is. I don't think I'm going to post all of the relevant quotes, but just a few. Just 'cause it's really funny.
Mr. Bucket went through his mail very carefully, and finally breathed out when the pile failed to disgorge another letter with the Opera House crest.
He sat back and pulled open his desk drawer for a pen.
There was an envelope there.
He stared at it, and then slowly picked up his paper knife.
Sliiiiiit...
...rustle...
"I will be obliged if Christine sings the role of Iodine in 'La Triviata' tonight. The weather continues fine. I trust you are well.
Yrs
The Opera Ghost"
"Mr Salzella! Mr Salzella!"
Bucket pushed back his chair and hurried to the door, opening it just in time to confront a ballerina, who screamed at him.
Since his nerves were already strained, he responded by screaming back at her. This seemed to have the effect that usually a wet flannel or a slap was necessary to achieve. She stopped and have him an affronted look.
"He's struck again, hasn't he!" moaned Bucket.
"He's here! It's the Ghost!" said the girl, determined to get the line out even though it was not required.
"Yes, yes, I think I *know,*" muttered Bucket. "I just hope it wasn't anybody expensive." ...
[Bucket goes out onto the stage]...
Bucket looked up. As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness he made outa shape up among the battens, spinning slowly...
"Oh *dear*," he said. "And I thought he'd written such a *polite* letter..."
"Really? Then now read *this* one," said Salzella, coming up behind him.
"Must I?"
"It's addressed to you."
Bucket unfolded the piece of paper.
"Hahahaha! Ahahahaha!
Yrs
The Opera Ghost
PS: Ahahahaha!!!!!"
I particularly enjoyed the "He's here!" line. Very Meg Giry. Poor girl.
But I'm also almost done rereading Maskerade, and I had forgotten how awesome it is. I don't think I'm going to post all of the relevant quotes, but just a few. Just 'cause it's really funny.
Mr. Bucket went through his mail very carefully, and finally breathed out when the pile failed to disgorge another letter with the Opera House crest.
He sat back and pulled open his desk drawer for a pen.
There was an envelope there.
He stared at it, and then slowly picked up his paper knife.
Sliiiiiit...
...rustle...
"I will be obliged if Christine sings the role of Iodine in 'La Triviata' tonight. The weather continues fine. I trust you are well.
Yrs
The Opera Ghost"
"Mr Salzella! Mr Salzella!"
Bucket pushed back his chair and hurried to the door, opening it just in time to confront a ballerina, who screamed at him.
Since his nerves were already strained, he responded by screaming back at her. This seemed to have the effect that usually a wet flannel or a slap was necessary to achieve. She stopped and have him an affronted look.
"He's struck again, hasn't he!" moaned Bucket.
"He's here! It's the Ghost!" said the girl, determined to get the line out even though it was not required.
"Yes, yes, I think I *know,*" muttered Bucket. "I just hope it wasn't anybody expensive." ...
[Bucket goes out onto the stage]...
Bucket looked up. As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness he made outa shape up among the battens, spinning slowly...
"Oh *dear*," he said. "And I thought he'd written such a *polite* letter..."
"Really? Then now read *this* one," said Salzella, coming up behind him.
"Must I?"
"It's addressed to you."
Bucket unfolded the piece of paper.
"Hahahaha! Ahahahaha!
Yrs
The Opera Ghost
PS: Ahahahaha!!!!!"
I particularly enjoyed the "He's here!" line. Very Meg Giry. Poor girl.