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 Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 10:23 pm
Remmy ran his fingers over the keyboard, pushing a few keys down. "The piano helps me think, and I like to compose. It's something that I need around me sometimes, just to hear the music float around me." he said, almost lost in what he was saying. He was very passinate about the things he cared about.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 10:24 pm
::watches him for a few moments, then nods:: I know what you mean. Uh... well, I'll let you get settled in then. ::picks up their now empty cups and washes them in water so hot it turns her hands red, then she dries them profusely, and places them back in the cupboard. The coffee pot also recieves this treatment::
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 11:04 pm
Remmy took a cloth and carefully wiped the keyboard down. "I suppose I'll be getting disinfectant wipes." he said, then picking up the keyboard. "Umm, when's dinner?" he asked, looking at her from the door way of the kitchen.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 11:06 pm
I usually eat just whenever I get hungry. Maybe around six or so? ::cleaning and drying out the sink::
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 11:20 pm
Remmy nodded. "Okay, then just call me whenever you get hungry. I think I'll go unpack and maybe play some piano." he said, walking quietly down the hallway to his room.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 11:23 pm
Alright. ::finishes cleaning up then goes into her workroom, leaving the door open slightly. She's still in there well past six::
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 11:29 pm
Remmy sat the keyboard on a table and dragged a chair over to it. He carefully placed his fingers and then let his fingers move over the keys whichever way they would. His hands mostly moved on their own to produce a soft, sad melody.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 11:33 pm
::a long time after six, he begins to smell food cooking. Freddy didn't want to disturb him, she was listening as she cooked, figuring that she'd get him when she was finished::
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 11:36 pm
Remmy's eyes were closed and he was concentrating on the music more than anything else. He had gone into a more intense part of the song, playing it in a furious fervor. If someone was watching him they would know that he put his whole soul into the music.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 11:39 pm
::finishes up dinner, then goes and pushes his door open slightly, intending to tell him it was ready, but stops and watches him for a while::
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 11:42 pm
He moved into a slightly slower part of the song, mostly playing lower pitched keys, which made the song seem solemn and sober.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 11:45 pm
::dashes to her workroom and grabs a sketch pad and charcol, then comes back, quickly getting a fast picture of him down::
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 11:47 pm
By now he was leaning over the keyboard, eyes closed tight and playing more furiously than ever. The song transitioned form extremely fast paced to super slow and then to relatively quick."
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 11:48 pm
::after she gets the sketch down, she replaces it in her workroom, then taps lightly on his door::
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 11:52 pm
His hands stopped ubruptly and as the last notes rings in the air he opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Yes?"
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