If Erik had a nose he would be looking down it as Buquet made for the ladder. Perhaps the catacombs were too dark for him? If there was one thing Erik always kept on his person, it was a carefully cultivated string of the most unique kind.
He waits until Buquet starts unsteadily up the ladder before Erik makes his way over to it. Today the ghost is more readily seen in the shadows, wearing a porcelain-white mask instead of the usual black.
Buquet swears the entire ascent, his words an affront to Erik. Just as his head reaches the top, Jacqueline will hear the cursing stop quite suddenly. Joseph has spoken his last as he stares first at the fine shoes, then clothes and finally the skull-like mask and those piercing yellow eyes. His hands are too busy holding him to the ladder to save his neck.
It's savage yet silent, as Erik slips the noose into place and then hauls the large man onto the catwalk. His body will serve a later purpose, but for now, with his work done, he slides it into a hiding spot above the stage before walking over to the ladder.
With the lazy curl of a cat, he leans over the side, dangling most of his form out over open air with an air of carelessness as he glances down to see about the state of Buquet's former victim.
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Date: 2016-05-12 01:00 am (UTC)He waits until Buquet starts unsteadily up the ladder before Erik makes his way over to it. Today the ghost is more readily seen in the shadows, wearing a porcelain-white mask instead of the usual black.
Buquet swears the entire ascent, his words an affront to Erik. Just as his head reaches the top, Jacqueline will hear the cursing stop quite suddenly. Joseph has spoken his last as he stares first at the fine shoes, then clothes and finally the skull-like mask and those piercing yellow eyes. His hands are too busy holding him to the ladder to save his neck.
It's savage yet silent, as Erik slips the noose into place and then hauls the large man onto the catwalk. His body will serve a later purpose, but for now, with his work done, he slides it into a hiding spot above the stage before walking over to the ladder.
With the lazy curl of a cat, he leans over the side, dangling most of his form out over open air with an air of carelessness as he glances down to see about the state of Buquet's former victim.