Hello! Roflcopterskates here. This is my first story! Technically not...i had an old account but i got a new one to start fresh, seeing as i ditched all my other stories *sweatdrop* terrible habit of mine. But these i take a lot of interest in this, so i'll update as often as i can! This is one story out of a set i'm doing. I'm going to make a diary for each main PotO character. I have not decided whether or not i will include characters from the novel, but i'm leaning towards yes. Anyway! Obvious disclaimer is obvious! I own nothing. Except...actually...yeah. Nothing. Sexy Gerik and Erik and all these other people and PotO and everything belong to someone that is not me. Sad news, i know. Enough formalities! Enjoy the fic! :D
Diaries
Diary No. 1: Erik de Rouen (A/N: In Phantom of Manhattan his last name is Mulheim, but come on. He's from Rouen. And it sounds way sexier. Mulheim reminds me of mulberries which remind me of holly which reminds me of POISON. DE ROUEN IT IS.)
P.S. If anyone BUT Erik de Rouen reads this, I will personally Punjab them.
Dear Diary,
I feel so fop-ish calling this a Diary. And referring to it as Dear.
...Well, anyway, today I threatened those idiots. André and Firmin. Those two really piss me off. I do hope they'll realize I'm not as stupid as I look. ...Do I look stupid? ...Of course I don't. I look fantastic. ...Well except my face, but I've always thought my figure was quite appealing and--I apologize, Manly Journal of Thought-Writing. I'm rambling.
But I suppose that's what the diary is for, right? ...I mean...Manly Journal of Thought-Writing. I decided to call it that from now on. Far too girly keeping a DIARY. What would they say? The big bad scary Opera Ghost writing in a DIARY? Oh the horrible images that come to mind imagining such a thing! They'd assume I had some girly diary I'd bet...one that's pink...and covered in unicorns and flowers. ...Oh who am I kidding. That's Raoul's diary.
Don't believe me? I know. He dropped it Christine's dressing room. After hacking into it and breaking the lock (...I thought it was Christine's dammit), all it was, was Raoul fangirling about Christine. And her name written all over the place, "Christine de Chagny" but personally, I believe that "Christine de Rouen" rolls off the tongue much better.
For some strange reason it reminds me of Christina Ricci. Don't ask why. It just does. And Christina Ricci is a supermodel. You can't go wrong with supermodels. Except the ones that have eating disorders and terrible addictions. ...Oh wait that's all of them.
...So anyway! André and Firmin. Two guys that majorly piss me off. ...Every time I try to tell this story I just end up rambling. Best to just end this entry before I start rambling again.
Good Day,
Erik
P.S. Christine is much better than Christina Ricci. I highly doubt Christina Ricci can sing. I doubt she can do anything, really. Except pose. And do pouty lips. The occasional Zoolander look every now and then. Raoul can do a very convincing Zoolander look. He should take over Christina Ricci's job. That way I could have Christine. ...Hm. I do believe I'm off to make a few Christina Ricci agent phone calls about now.