Lyric and the Time Manipulator. (Closed)

[XxAmaya]

Character: Lyric Faux
Hair color: (Short) Dark Brown
Eye Color: Grey
Skin: Caucasian
Likes: Playing Piano, Reading, Rock Climbing, Sports, Writing,
Dislikes: Liars, Modern Music, Loud People, Wild Parties


Softly, the world came to a stop, and all was quiet. From the pages of “Pride and Prejudice” Lyric lifted her eyes towards the sky. It was black and splotched with stars. The moon never looked so lovely in that small part of France. She hadn't realized the time. Seated on a bench, she finished reading and closed her book. Earlier that afternoon she had heard voices talking, and children playing. Women dressed in bright colors twirled their parasols while arm in arm with their lovers. Just the sight of them brought Lyric into a daze. She wasn't used to long summer walks, afternoon tea, or the eerie whereabouts of her environment. The light rain that swallowed up the sunshine on and off all day and every day didn’t seem to bother her.

Lyric came from America; as a student at Riverfront Academy for her second year of high school. She had left home to get away from her abusive mother, but it was only a few days after she got to France that she learned her mother was killed in an accident. Now an orphan, living in solitude, Lyric had nowhere else to go. Her school schedule was very strict and if it wasn't followed consequences would be pursued. The head master, Mr. Myron, was an old gentle spirit, with tired out wrinkles under his eyes. His long gray hair that he wore in a ponytail, the shabby suit, and silk scarf he wore around his neck gave him a dignified look. Lyric loved his warm smile, which was as good a welcome as she was going to get.

Two weeks before, when Lyric was finally settled in her dorm, she gathered an unusual habit of wandering the school at night. Most students had gone home for summer break, so making friends at this time was not an option. Instead, Lyric would stroll down the hallways finding herself in odd places, such as abandoned class rooms. Many which seemed to have reached a retired state, never to be used again. The dust covered furniture, boxes scattered across the room, broken pieces of chalk lying on the floor. Some rooms, were tidier then others. Then she discovered the great library, a place where she felt most comfortable. She greeted “A Tale of Two Cities” and “The Three Musketeers” as if they were old friends. She loved to read, where reality escaped her. Sometimes, she wandered so far into her books that she lost the time. That is exactly what she had done that very evening. She hadn't noticed that the sun had set, or that she was reading by the light of the street lanterns. It was quite the set up for reading a romantic novel.


Lyric looked into the river, where the stars reflected.. She wanted to stay awhile, but the campus police had begun roaming around the trails. Getting up from the bench, Lyric put her novel back into her bag. Then she felt around for the small tattered book she had borrowed from the library that day. Lifting it out, she studied it carefully. The red velvet cover was too beautiful to be portrayed as a Children’s storybook. As she unhooked the latch on the cover a piece of paper fell onto her lap. Picking it up, she realized it was her schedule; the headmaster had given her earlier that day. "Classes start tomorrow," she huffed.

As she put the piece of paper in her pocket, she grabbed her bag and walked the few minutes it took to get back to the doors of the Academy. In the dark hallway candles were lit along the walls, as they usually were. Everything was quiet except for the annoying singing of a cricket in a nearby window. She assumed, everyone was in their dorms for the night. Rain drops trickled down her face, and onto the polished floors.The scent of spring cleaning filled the halls. It was almost too much, with the scent of lavender perfume, she was already wearing.

[WistfulWitch]

Hello. I am greatly interested in your hope for a collaboration work. Might I be able to take part in it?

[WistfulWitch]

Character: Ludwig Myron
Hair Color: Midnight Black
Eye Color: Fluorescent Green
Skin: Olive-toned tan (Caucasian)
Likes: Sports (Outdoors), Drawing, Cannoli
Dislikes: Ignorance, Obnoxiously Loud People, Hollywood Movies
Ability: Time Manipulation

The Riverfront Academy had grown basically silent with the exception of the nuisance of a solitary cricket off in the shadows somewhere. Ludwig Myron, a seventeen year old student at the Academy, was the last in the halls of the school, or at least as far as he could tell. He enjoyed the silence, even if it was disrupted by the singing of one lonely cricket. He carried his folder containing a large stack of papers and an ink pen in his right hand, his jacket over his arm in the other.

Ludwig had just spent a long night in the library before the librarian, whom he spoke to often, had finally said she was going to have to kick him out. He had then gone to the courtyard and stayed there for a few more hours. He had a research paper he had to finish. It was an assignment he loathed; it was something he dearly hated. Ludwig loathed having to put words together on a topic he didn’t care about. And he especially didn’t care about writing on the thesis “Has the meat industry taken their process too far?” since, as far as Ludwig cared to look, it didn’t concern him. As long as he had food, he didn’t care.

Ludwig sighed, going up another flight of stairs toward his dorm. He would now have to return to his room, surrounded by four close, plain walls, and deal with his essay there. He was far done with all of it. He missed his old school, but yes, it had been a continuation school, and no, they didn’t give him the kind of work his intellectualism would appreciate. His parents, after deciding the Ludwig had learned his lesson before the teachers at the continuation school, made the executive decision to send him here to the Riverfront Academy where he could still be properly supervised and still get the “intellectual evolution he deserves.” That made Ludwig roll his eyes. Ludwig’s parents had almost wanted to send him to a Catholic school, and he was grateful they didn’t.

Ludwig’s parents were strict Catholics, raised by other strict Catholics. The family blood line was extremely Italian, mostly Sicilian. This blood line continued with Ludwig. Even in France, his accent, since he was born and raised in Sicily, was extremely thick.

Ludwig had just crossed the staircase when he thought he heard someone coming. He hesitated for a moment and took a step back, and he realized it had been hours since he had spoken to another human being. He was entirely curious about who would be up so late, and he had the strangest desire to speak to them… As long as it wasn’t a teacher or a hall monitor. He started down the staircase to see who it was.

[XxAmaya]

Ludwig stared down at the beautiful creature, who was crouched down picking up her book. The long blonde hair flowed past her shoulders, in a wave of mystery. He couldn't see her face until she stood up, giving him a shocked expression. Startled, she hit him on the head with her book. "Oh, hello. I thought I was the only one awake at this hour." She said casually. Staring back at her, was the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. "Likewise" was his reply. His face twisted into a crooked smirk as he recognized her.

Rubbing his now sore head, he looked at her bright eyes, that shined in the moonlight. "So, you fancy Fairy Tales eh? Thats nothing but child's play. A girl your age should be studying literature, or playing music, to attract the opposite sex. Although you wouldn't need to work too hard to attract anyone, with a beautiful face such as yours, the young men must have been kissing the ground you walk on, since you got here." He smiled, hoping his statement was enough of a comeback, for her actions in hitting him over the head.

Lyric couldn't decide whether she was offended by his remarks on her needing to act more like a young woman, or by his casual compliment to change the subject. But she did recognize him as the strapping young boy from the library. "Well, I apologize for my childish behavior," she said waving the book in front of his face. "But your library is nothing, but short on your own countries' history. This was the only book I found with a little bit of information, for me to learn to fit in." The boy chuckled. "Lesson number one, young ladies aren't caught reading a children's story book in public. They are required to give up such foolishness by the age of eight. I'm guessing you aren't from around here. My name is Ludwig."

Lyric could feel her cheeks blush with red, as they were hot with embarrasment. "I assume you are some kind of expert on young women. Do you observe them often?" She said. Now it was Ludwig's turn to exchange an embarrased complexion. Lyric looked satisfied, as she stretched her hand out towards him. "My name is Lyric Faux. You are correct when you say I'm not from around here. However, I hold my great great grandfathers last name, which happens to be French." Ludwig shook her hand. "Its a pleasure meeting you, Miss Faux." A smile was plastered on her face. Ludwig was very handsome, and appeared a gentleman, however, showing off got the best of him.

"May I walk you back to your room?" he asked. Lyric was about to refuse, until she got a whiff of peppermint. The room began to spin, with the scents of spring cleaning, lavender, and now peppermint. She sneezed, as she became dizzy....

[WistfulWitch]

Ludwig could sense her gentility, at least when it didn't require hitting him over the head with a book. (The book didn't actually hurt him too bad, but due to the constant bickering he had with his sister, he automatically pretended it did indeed hurt in order to avoid getting hit again. His sister, Tara Jeanne, would occasionally hit him with whatever she was holding, all in play of course, and if Ludwig said it didn't hurt, she would just keep hitting him until he said it did.) Ludwig, who could be cruel often unintentionally, decided to go easy on her. He bit his tongue several times in order to keep from calling her juvenile and rude. She was so easy to make blush, Ludwig considered that it would be even easier to diminish her hopes to pieces. It was even harder to be nice to her when she called the library "his." Ludwig was not an avid reader, and he didn't care to spend time in the library unless his dorm mate was holding another rather obnoxious party, and nor was he French, even if his father was the Headmaster. He thought it was obvious in his accent. He brushed that aside and asked if she would like him to escort her back to her room. She looked as if she were about to answer when her cheeks drained of all color. Ludwig thought she was going to be sick. After a few short seconds, he understood that it wasn't that.
"Miss Faux, are you feeling well?" he asked cautiously. He noticed her sway, and he quickly placed a firm grasp on her shoulder, steadying her. "It seems like you have suddenly fallen ill. Do you need the nurse?" he could suddenly smell the thick coat of peppermint in the air. His eyebrows furrowed as it occurred to him that this new element in their environment may be arousing a negative reaction from her. They were cleaning upstairs, and Ludwig knew better than to lead her toward the problem. He quickly placed one arm around her shoulder, supporting her against him, and lead her quickly to the courtyard at the end of the hallway.

They were out in the dark, only a few lamps giving any sign of light. The moon shone bright above them, giving the pavement a silvery sheen. Ludwig stopped and turned Lyric toward him, holding her shoulders with both hands. A cool breeze blew between them.
"Is that better?" he questioned. 

[XxAmaya]

Lyric looked into his deep gaze. Something about his eyes almost made her shiver. She couldn't quite tell, but she almost felt flustered. Although his gaze was hard, and made her uncomfortable, she couldn't help but yearn to be closer to him. Something about him, made her recognize him almost instantly. He had the same breath taking eyes, as her mother did, which gave her the satisfaction to want to hit him again. But, before she could catch her breath, she fell into darkness. The agonizing screams of her mother, could be heard from across the room. Lyric, was huddled in a corner, threatening her life, as she held a knife close to her chest. Her mother mocked her, and told her, as she always did, what a coward she was, afraid to face the world. As lyric gazed into her mothers eyes, they were gone. Nothing but empy sockets were left, as she weilded towards Lyric with a picture frame of her father. "If you won't take your own life, like I asked you to. I will do it myself. At least I will bring peace to one of our miserable lives."

Lyric awoke startled. Sweat covered her face, as she looked for an exit from her nightmare. She looked at the candel by her bed side. The way the flame flickered, it gave Lyric a sort of peace. She was at the infirmary. The nurse walked to her bedside with a glass of water. "Are you alright pet?" she asked. "I..I'm fine. Thank you. Its getting late. I should head back to my dorm." The nurse looked puzzled. "Whats the hurry dear? Don't be so rash. You must rest up." Getting out of bed, "Ma'am, classes start tomorrow. I can't be late on my first day." Before the nurse could reply, Lyric had grabbed her bag and walked out the door.

She looked down both sides of the hallway, listening for any sign of life, or more specifically, Ludwig. "Master Ludwig went back to his dorm for the night. But requested I take care of you. He also wanted me to give you this." Lyric took the piece of paper, from the old womans feeble hands. Thoughts raced across her mind, as Lyric opened the paper. A phone number was scratched across the paper, in the most beautiful calligraphy, Lyric had ever seen. The note said "This is my fathers number in case you need it. He asked me to give it to you, in case you need any "special" treatment from the headmaster himself." Lyric scuffed at the note, as she walked down the corridor to her room. She opened the door, and closed it behind her, with a smug look on her face, as she leaned against the door. She laughed. "Of all the greetings I could have given the headmaster's son, I led myself to think he was asking to recieve a good knock to the head."

[XxAmaya]

Lyric slept most of the night away in the infirmary. By the time she had gotten to her room, she couldn't sleep. It was half past five. Instead she looked out the window, thinking of a way out of her first day of school. Being the headmaster's son, she wouldn't deny if the whole school knew about the incident last night by lunch time. He seemed to be the main attraction for many of the girls at the school. She could hear most of them talking a few nights before, about how his hair couldn't possibly be that perfect, or how his smile could kill. She wouldn't know. Ludwig seemed like the very strict, and business like, kind of boy, who thought it forbidden to ever crack a smile, otherwise it would seem unprofessional. She remembered the gaze he gave her that night. The gaze that gave off no concern on her behalf, but also seemed to know this was the "proper" thing to do, for a young lady who was about to faint. But, she never saw him smile.

Rumors in the school, seemed to spread like wild fire. All the boys mocked her, as they pretended to shudder in terror, as she walked their way. "Look out! She might strike you down with her British Literature book," one of the boys said. Lyric would have too, if her self restraint hadn't kicked in. All afternoon, she hadn't seen Ludwig. She realized though, he was in a few of her classes, but wasn't their when role call took place. With her books under her arm, she went towards the park. She sat down in front of the willow tree, that drooped its struggling branches into the river, that was in front of her. With a pen and paper she began to write. Her research paper of course, she wasn't like the self pitying girls, who would write about their daily drama in a journal. Lyric didn't even own a journal, and never intended to need one.

Even though, the outside world of laughing children, and church bells were distracting, Lyric wasn't conscious of it. It was her inner thoughts that penetrated her thinking process. All she could think of was Ludwig. But we just met? Is it my fault he didn't attend classes? Will I ever fit in? Will I make any friends? "Hello there." A voice said. Looking up, Lyric saw a boy about her age, with deep brown hair, and brown eyes. He was very handsome, and wore glasses. The cheeryness in his voice, was about as warm a welcome she had gotten since she arrived at the academy.

(Name: Terrance Bane
Eye color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Power: Read Minds
Likes: Long Walks, Mountain Biking, Comedy
Dislikes: Spring, Tea, Liars)

[WistfulWitch]

((My goodness, I am sorry it has taken so long to get back here. I got terribly busy all of the sudden.))

Ludwig had left the girl alone in the infirmary after giving the nurse the note his father was forcing him to hand over. He felt almost disgusting by doing it, but Ludwig didn't want another ill-gotten detention. He left the girl to her own woes after that. He didn't care much to see her again either. Instead, he returned to his tiny dorm to find it trashed due to his dorm mates rambunctious nighttime affairs. Ludwig stepped over the trash on the floor and purposefully kicked his collapsed roommate, a seventeen year old boy by the name of Gregory Pierson, in the side as he passed. Gregory did not awaken. Ludwig brushed an empty bottle and for a moment considered the contraband in his dorm room. He brushed the item aside and it rolled underneath Gregory's bed. As long as the bottle was in Gregory's possession, Ludwig was safe. He didn't want to be expelled for something as puny as the possession of contraband. No, Ludwig did more daring things. Not that he had done anything as of coming to this school. His father kept a close eye on the truant, and the punishment would be far worse than continuation school. Ludwig's father knew exactly how to punish him for him the best results.

Ludwig took his work over to his side of the room, which was also destroyed. Ludwig would criticize Gregory in the morning. He sat down and turned on the lamp, flipping through his large stack of papers. If only he had the desire to finish his work over the summer, like he was supposed to. Now he was going to be up all the later all because he procrastinated to the latest possible moment. There was nothing he could do about the past. He had to get to work.

The sun rose just as Ludwig finished his research paper. He sighed and put his pen down, running a hand through his hair afterward. On the other side of the room, Gregory let out another obnoxious snore. Ludwig rolled his eyes and collected his papers. He might as well go get breakfast; they would be opening the cafeteria at any moment. Ludwig gathered his things for the day and started across the room, being extremely careful to once again kick Gregory in the side. Ludwig then made it to the cafeteria just as the doors were opened. Moments after he had sat down, his mind had an opportunity to drift away to recent events. He wondered about the girl as his father's interest in her. She was a curious thing, and she even had the gall to smack him over the head. He would have hit her back if she wasn't apart of the female side of his race. It relieved him to know that she didn't fall all over him like the others girls did. Although he loved a certain degree of attention, fangirls were never quite enjoyable. It bothered him slightly, however, that she didn't bother to impress him. He couldn't quite figure out why. Here was forced to lose his train of thought as a gaggle of girls insisted on sitting with him.

[WistfulWitch]

Ludwig was late to almost all of his classes. No one ever bothered to scorn him for it as he was the headmaster's son, so he never bothered to be on time. He also never bothered to pay attention. He usually sketched and doodled or scribbled in his notebooks, his eyes never leaving whatever was in front of him. The teachers never called on him because they knew they would get some smart-aleck answer from him that questioned or challenged whatever it was they were teaching. In order to avoid explaining impossible things, the teacher's never said his name.

Bored by the time lunch appeared on his schedule, Ludwig took to the park. He managed to lose his cheerful following amongst the other teenagers that went to school. He found a secluded place out of the way of everyone else, leaning against a tree far from the center of the square. He hardly noticed that Lyric took a place several trees down from him. Ludwig popped open his notebook and started away at doodling again. He cared not to actually eat lunch. He would ditch his next class to leave the grounds and grab something more edible than what the cafeteria offered. He would show up in his next class whoever he desired to show up. Ludwig hated routines, truly and deeply hated them. And school was just that.

[XxAmaya]

(No worries. I appreciate you coming and continuing the story though. I have had writers block, and your response helped alot. By the way, what do you think of the title: Lyric and the Time Manipulator)

The agonizing screams of her mother, could be heard from across the room. Lyric, was huddled in a corner. Her mother mocked her, and told her, to kill herself. As lyric gazed into her mother’s eyes, they were gone. Nothing but empty sockets were left, as she wielded towards Lyric with a picture frame of her father. "If you won't take your own life, like I asked you to. I will do it myself. At least I will bring peace to one of our miserable lives."

Calmly Lyric looked up to the sky, wondering about the dream she had last night in the infirmary, and the strange boy she met. She noticed him walk past her, and didn’t bother to say hello. He seemed to be in his own world, a corrupted world of chaos that would be destroyed by his own ignorance. She didn’t understand what his intentions were, not that she cared much to know. Even if she did, she sensed he hadn’t the slightest comprehension of moral values. Although he was unpleasant, Lyric stood up, and grabbed her notebook, and placed her pencil inside her hair, that was wrapped in a tight bun. She walked over to Ludwig, waiting for him to notice her, as to not disturb him. "Mr. Myron, I wanted to thank you for helping me last night."

[WistfulWitch]

((Sure, sounds good to me. ^^ ))

Ludwig wasn't paying attention, his pencil busy on his paper. He was sketching some unknown creature, one that didn't belong on planet earth. His pencil moved quickly, his hand eerily steady as the graphite formed lines of all shapes, sizes, thickness, and color. He was too enthralled with his work to look up. Only when he heard his last name with the appropriate prefix did his mind travel back to reality. Ludwig raised his head and looked at Lyric with one dark eyebrow arched on his forehead.
"Mister Myron," he scoffed slightly, "don't bother with the formalities. Ludwig is fine. As for last night... I don't have much to say. After all, I hardly know what happened." It was true. He didn't know what had happened, but he assumed some kind of panic attack or allergic reaction had gone on. He also pondered over why Lyric found it necessary to come and thank him.

[XxAmaya]

Ludwig resumed possession of his account on reality, as his pencil danced across the paper. Lyric, amused, left the strange creature to his well being. She regarded the school halls with caution. Although classes were over, her usual intentions were to avoid any of her classmates. However this time, she had an alterior motive. Remaining out of the crowd would only do Mrs. Cady a favor. Principal Myron insisted Lyric visit her every Tuesday and Thursday for counseling. As it was, Mrs. Cady was a psychiatrist, middle aged, with bright red lips, and wore tight skirts for Principal Myron's pleasure. It was written all over her face, whenever they were in the same room. That awful perfume she drenched herself in, was enough to make babies cry. Lyric shivered, at the thought of being locked in her office with no windows. She was a nice lady, but Lyric didn't want to hear another lecture about Tibbles, her Siamese cat, or how life wasn't owning up to her expectations.

Lyric felt in her pocket for her cell phone. Nothing. "I must have left it at the park, by mistake." Students swarmed around in the halls, discussing their evening activites. "Two minutes after three o'clock," Lyric read off her watch. "What an odd number." Lyric decided now was a good time for her dissappearing act. Lyric jumped into the excitement, as she noticed Mrs. Cady in the corner of her eye. Not looking back, she continued down the hall towards the library. There, she was easily disguised by all the students checking in over due books. The smell of ink, and dirty socks filled the room.

"Hello. I'm Seren. I'm in your Geometry class?" Lyric's concentration was broken, by the squeaky voice piercing her inner thoughts. Turning around, she saw a short Indian girl, with long black braids and freckles painted across her face. "I wanted to introduce myself to you earlier, but I have been so caught up in my studies." Lyric was surprised at her direct approach. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Lyric Faux." Seren grinned. "I apologize; I don't have much time, but your next in line if you don't mind." Lyric hadn't realized she had stepped in line, cutting off a few of the students. "Oh, I'm sorry." Lyric stepped out of the line, and towards the door. "See you later." Seren called out. Lyric waved her off, and walked out into the hall.

A deserted hallway wasn't unusual, but it wasn't helpful either. Lyric wandered cautiously looking for a vacant room. Finally, she found herself in an old abandoned music room, in the basement. Tattered curtains, dust caked onto any inanimate object, and no light shown through the windows. Going through her bag, she pulled out a candle and lighter. Peculiar things to have in her school bag, but she always found a need for a source of light. Looking past the lit flame, she could see her surroundings. Stacks of chairs that could easily topple over, were on either side of her. She walked past all of the chairs, and found the rest of the room covered with instruments. The fascination that caught her eye however, was the grand piano, clothed in white linen. She approached it, and set her candle down on the cloth, next to the vase of dead roses. Sitting down, she gently placed her hands on either side of Middle C, and began playing. The sweet melody that caressed the air in that small room brought Lyric into a forgotten memory.

She saw her great grandfather Faux, who lived in that big beautiful house in France; she loved visiting in the summers. She remembered the large window in his house that overlooked the courtyard, and had white rose bushes on either side. The sun would penetrate through this window, and give a glow off of the grand piano. Her grandfather would call her over and place her on his knee. As he played, Lyric would see the magic as the songs brought life to the scenery she could see before her. White rose petals were scattered across the piano, and the light summer breeze, made the world dance.

[WistfulWitch]

Ludwig raised his eyebrow after the strange young woman. She didn't know how to uphold a conversation if her life depended on it. Ludwig sat there for a little while longer, even after the bell rang, pondering over the girl's lack of social skills. Ten minutes after the bell had rung, Lidwig closed his sketchbook and stood up. The trees were empty of all signs of any students or teachers alike. He gathered his things and started away quickly, but he almost stepped on something shiny and silver before he stopped himself hurriedly. He picked up the lost cell phone and wondered who it was. After browsing through the settings, Ludwig discovered it was called "Lyric Faux's Phone" and he found that slightly humorous. He chuckled to himself once and pocketed the slight piece of technology. He started to cross the campus where he could leave and walk to the next town. He walked down the hall, paying no attention to the piano line floating down it.