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 Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 4:23 pm
"Squeaky swings and tall grass; The longest shadows ever cast.
The water's warm and children swim; And we frolicked about in our summer skin..." "...Cause the seasons change was a conduit;
And we left our love in our summer skin..." I don't recall a single care;
Just greenery and humid air.
Then Labor day came and went;
And we shed what was left of our summer skin. "...On the night you left I came over; And we peeled the freckles from our shoulders.
Our brand new coats so flushed and pink; And I knew your heart I couldn't win."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 4:48 pm
Elizabeth's golden eyes glanced down to the paper she held in her hand. It held on it words that spelled out what classes she would be taking that year, and at the bottom, her dorm room number, three, and her room mate, an Edward James. She hitched her black messenger bag to a more comfortable position on her shoulder. "Hey, Edward... Look... I have a guy with almost the same name as you... Funny isn't it?" she asked him with a laugh as she nudged him gently. The things they had with them filled up both of their cars, and she had to laugh about it. Music was her life... And she carried it around with her. This would be one of her last years at Richmond Academy... And she knew she would miss it when she was gone. "Shall we go then?" she asked, looking up at her older brother for a sign of his before picking up her guitar case in one hand, and a violin case in the other.
Edward looked down at his younger sister and laughed a little. With all the baggage she was carrying, it made her look much smaller than she really was, which was rather comical, and he nudged her back. "Eh, it's one of those brotherly love complexes," he joked with her, laughing all the while. He liked to push Elizabeth around sometimes... It made him feel better about himself. It was a strange concept...
"Ah, my last year here... It better be an interesting one. My room mate last year was such a boring one," he said with a sigh, looking at his own sheet of paper between his fingers. Atamia Paein. He wasn't even sure how to pronounce the girl's last name. Could that be a problem? He looekd down at his own instruments. There was still Elizabeth's ukulele in the car and his trumpet. and bass. After all, he had to help his sister with her bags, right? It was only his duty as a brother, right? He kicked her leg gently. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked her and laughed as they began their ascent toward the school.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 5:33 pm
Atamia stared up at the intimidating school. She bit her lip. She was a tad short, even for a freshie, which would be noticable. What was with being called a 'freshman', anyway? She was hardly new to the concept of music, and she was, in all honesty, quite feminine. Well, at least it was better than 'sophomore'. She had heard, somewhere, that it meant 'wise fool'. Probably something her brother had told her about. Also, the fact that she was born on October the thirteenth seemed to bring attention to herself. Mostly people thinking she was a witch, or demon, or something. A kid in pre-grade school(before she met Ren, who she wasn't going to think about. Nope!)had forced a newt into her mouth and had made her eat it. Then he seemed shocked when she punched him in the gut, then ran out of the room sobbing.
Ata managed to get out of her daze by walking into a tree. She stumbled backwards, rubbed her forehead, then angrily punched the tree in protest. It cut open her knuckles. Just as well. She was going to get injured on her first day of school. She always did. It was like a tradition.
Ata looked at two people walking up towards the school. They appeared to be siblings. "Least they know how to get along." She mumbled as she trudged up in the same direction as the siblings. As she went, she hummed a spoonful of sugar from Mary Poppins and looked at her slip of paper. "Edward Lockhart. Room 5. I'm sharing a room with a guy?" She shrugged, then put the piece of paper in her pocket.
"For a spoonful of sugar
Helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down
Medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar
Helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way..."
~!~
Sam gave the old school a one over.
Then a two over.
It was his last year here, and he really, really wanted to make some memories. After all, he didn't remember much from his other years. Not much to remember, in all honesty. He hadn't really done anything big, or special or anything. He'd just been one of those kids who kept his place in line. Secretly, he wanted to be more like Alec V., who had the kind of confidence that let him go off and kiss girls, randomly if he felt like it. Or Edward L., who wasn't worried about being a jerk when he was(which wasn't all that often). Also, he wanted to stop being thought of as 'that one girly guy'. That just wouldn't do. Nope. He wouldn't be remembered like that. OK, so he was gonna go to school this year, and he was going to be awesome.
With that said, Sam pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket and read it. Benny Omen, room four. The name sounded like a guy, but Sam knew it would be a girl. He wondered vaguely in his subconscious if she would be pretty. Then he stalked up toward the school towing his luggage. Yes, this year would be a good year.
He could feel it in his bones.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 5:46 pm
Edward carefully loaded his cello Duvessa into the family van. It was the last thing to be loaded as he would have hated anything else to fall upon the instrument. Edward silently stroked the case and stared off into the distance inattentively. The school year ahead promised to be as stressful as ever. But the benefits far outweighed the difficulties, he silently reassured himself. Belatedly Edward realized his mother was speaking to him and slowly he tuned in, inclining his head to look down at his much shorter parent. Thankfully she was only going over things he already knew, reminding him to do things he never forgot... well, except eating... and generally being overly concerned for his welfare. "Mother. Mother. I am going to be fine. It has not done me in yet and I've already completed two years." He smiles at her and kisses her cheek before closing the van door. Unfortunately she would not be coming with them as she had to hurry off to work. Edward climbed into the front passenger seat beside his father and they drove off, waving back at his mother.
"Do you know what classes you will be taking?" His father asked conversationally. Edward nodded once and replied though he did not turn from the window. "I got all of the classes I applied for. History of Classical Music, Music Appreciation, Composing Classics, Recording and Composing Music, and Operas and Singing. Nothing too frivolous or outside of my interest range. It promises to be fruitful for me."
His father grinned and had Edward been watching he might have guessed the next remark. "If you can study with all those co-ed hijinks you kids get up to. Just make sure you make some time in all that play for work." Edward snorted and did not dignify that with a reply. Completing his schoolwork had never been a problem, regardless of whom he shared a room with.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 6:32 pm
He sat straddling his Ducati for a moment, admiring his "home away from home" before he heard the deep rumble of the moving truck stop behind him. Sighing, he took off his helmet and got off the bike, running a hand through his shaggy dirty-blond hair.
"Dude! You were going, like, ninety on the ninety!" Jake, one of Alec's friends, exclaimed as he hopped out of the truck and slammed the door behind him.
"HA! That was nothing man! You should see me when there's no traffic," Alec boasted as he put the kickstand down on his bike and set his helmet atop the seat. "And I NEVER get caught."
An other man hopped out of the cab of the track, laughing as he did so. "B.S! I remember when you were barely even going over the speed limit and you got caught!" he pointed out with a large smile on his lips.
Alec merely rolled his eyes and made his way to the back of the truck, immediately working to get the sliding-metallic door to open. After only a few seconds, it slid up with a loud bang and his eyes were graced with his beautiful instruments.
"Whatever Demetri, just help me get my stuff out of this dirty thing," Alec called to his friend, already on the truck and sliding the strap of his old acoustic guitar over his shoulder. His friends quickly complied, and soon, all six of his instruments were sitting carefully on the ground, leaving the truck barren of metal, wood, strings, and ivory.
"So what room is it this year Al?" Demetri asked as he leaned his head back to view the two-story building.
Alec shuddered at the hideous nickname that only Demetri called him and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his rustic-looking, yet fashionable, jeans. The bold letters on the damaged document said that this year, his senior year (he had to hold in an embarrassing squeal at this fact), he was in dorm room number two with Miss. Anne Rika Eri. His eyes bulged when he re-read the name and saw that it was a girl that he would be dorming with.
"Dudes," Alec mumbled, catching both of his friend's attention.
What?" Jake and Demetri asked simultaneously.
Alec didn't say anything at first, to give the dramatic effect, and then replied, "I'm dorming with a chick."
Their eyes bulged as well and soon, Alec was being pummeled to the ground by his two best friends.
"Sweet!"
"Why do you always get the luck?" they exclaimed as they gave him noogies and punched him playfully. Alec only smiled and pushed them off of him, not wanting to risk the guitar on his back any more danger.
"We don't even know if she's cool yet, so chill guys. Anyways, we still gotta get this stuff up to my new room, so let's go," Alec stated as he grabbed his large duffel bag that was on the ground and slung that across his shoulder as well. He grabbed his helmet and packaged keyboard after, and led his friends to his new home...
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 7:33 pm
Avery breathed deeply, clenching her hands around the wheel in her hands. She leaned back, arriving at the school. Her cars speakers were pounding along with the rising beat of 'I Saw a Light' by Bat For Lashes. Avery felt herself stiffen as she realized what the song was about. She pressed the off button for the stereo and got out of the car. It was an old car, but a favorite. It had both a cassette and CD player, which she thoroughly enjoyed. She grabbed a duffel bag from the trunk and pulled out her MP3 player.
She began to hum along to 'Chickenman' by the Indigo Girls as she stepped into the school, keeping her head up and not meeting anyone's eyes. However this went, she was sure that she'd take care of herself. She'd done it for years, along with a brother. She took a deep breath, missing her brother already. She should've at least made sure he wouldn't burn down the house. She double-checked that thought, remembering that the wimp wouldn't go near anything that would burn the house down.
A bit more relieved, she breathed deeply and smelled the fresh air. She was excited for once in her life. This school was for music, and music only. Music, her lifeblood, would surround her at all times. She could escape anything through music, and she liked that everyone else found that escape as well.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 7:59 pm
After Ata got her stuff in the room and surveyed it thoroughly, she didn't hesitate to plug in the wii that she had, uh, 'accidentally' taken from her brothers room. It had brawl in it, so rather than waiting around nervously for her new roomie to show up, she made herself comfy having Peach beating the living stupid out of Bowser while the crowd screamed for blood. Yep, if the kid didn't show up in a few minutes, or for a while, that would be fine. Ata looked out the window as rain started to pour down. But that was cool. Yep.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:57 pm
Benny held in one hand a guitar case, and in the other a crinkled, torn, and withered piece of paper. It held the name of her roommate, her room number, and the classes she would be expected to attend while she stayed here. Her well kept moisturized fingernails cut another sharp crease into the paper and she bounced her guitar a little in her other hand to get a better grasp on the pink bedazzled case. Its magenta leather carrying handle dug into her sensitive hand and she gritted her teeth, not wanting to stop and readjust before she got into the building.
"Samuel." She spoke his name out loud as she read it on her paper. It was a common name, could be a boy or a girl, she was never very good at guessing so she saved herself the disappointment and did not. She stuffed the paper into the back pocket of her well fitting bleached, flare jeans and stepped into the front hall, of the massive school. She dragged a rooly luggage bag behind her as well and now she could hold onto it more securely. It was her second year at this school, and she was glad that she never had to be a freshman again. Quickly she made her way towards her assigned room.
The door was open when Ben arrived to her room, but her roommate had not yet arrived. She placed all of her bags on the bed nearest the window and started to unpack. Her hands moved slowly but efficiently, moving piles of laundry and music into their designated resting places.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:26 pm
After attempting to find her dorm room, Avery found it futile. She'd never had a sense of direction, and all the hallways looking the same it didn't help. She groaned, looking at the numbers, then at the slip of paper. She wished she hadn't forgotten the map, as if that would help. She walked to a random door, knocking briskly.
She hated asking for directions, she hated it. But she needed the help.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 10:48 pm
Anne drove into the parking lot with smooth efficiency. She was used to driving the slight black car by now. It was perfect for her, and she thanked her father dearly for the means of transportation he'd gotten her over the summer break. Among other things. He'd facilitated a grand total of three vacations, each lasting two weeks. One in Paris, one in Japan, and the final in Rio, all in four or five star hotels. It was nearly embarrassing for him to treat her like so, spending all that money, because all she'd ever wanted to during those three agonizing months was play, and play, and play. And, when she was done playing, compose, and than play her compositions. She'd never quite understood why her father wished to burn so much on her, plain little her. He'd done too much for her already. It always made her guilty to think about quite how much he loved her, and quite how much she drew away. She groaned softly, as if in pain and banished the thoughts, it was a new year, and now wasn't the time for her to be tough on herself for no good reason. The last three at Richmond were swift and painless, though also lifeless and dull, all except for the music. Here, there would be nobody upset if there were choruses lining her sheets or if somebody started playing the piano during lunch. She didn't know if this year would ever be different from the rest, or if she really wanted her familiar world taken away. It would be too much to bear, she'd built up a lovely resistance to the rest of the students, talking rarely and playing always, well, almost. Unless the mood to paint or read ever struck her. Either way, she was the unknown girl, and it comforted her in some strange, unexplainable way.
Slowly, as if she were dreading the movement, she exited the car, into the bright unknown of another year at Richmond.
She pursed her lips and wandered to the back seat of the Toyota, opening a door and pulling out an expensive looking violin case, it was white and rimmed with elegant black. She nearly blushed at herself, for this was another elaborate gift he'd gotten her. She sighed softly and shut the door, pulling the strap over her shoulder and opened the trunk. Within it was a shoulder bag containing all her art supplies, while an upright luggage carrier held within it an impossibly large collection of literature, as well as her assortment of clothes and memoirs. Grabbing these items out as well and slamming down the trunk, she locked the car and pulled out her dorm slip. On it were the words 'Alec Valentino, 2' hastily scrawled. She recognized 'Alec' as a boys' name and bit her lip. She figured that would not work out well. Her past roommates were girls whom ignored her after two weeks of silence. Somehow she doubted that this person would. She sighed and shut her eyes, meditating for moments before carting away her belongings to the dorm, she dreaded every step.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 11:50 pm
"Geez man, are we almost there. It feels like my arms are going to rip off," Jake complained, who was carrying the amps and guitars.
"Shut it Jake, I thought you worked out Mr. Beefcake," Demetri noted, his face in a bit of a wince for he could feel his muscles stiffening up as well.
"I do work out, I just gave myself a break for a little while," Jake pouted, "accidentally" bumping into Demetri. Demetri frowned and followed suit by doing the same exact thing, almost causing Jake to fall down the floor to his displeasure.
"Quit it guys, sometimes I swear you guys are two year-olds and I'm the only five year-old around here," Alec stated with a roll of his eyes. Finally, all three saw the "light" at the top of the stairs and rushed to it, pushing each other behind and shoving each other to the walls, Alec included.
They all were laughing by the time they reached the flat, non-inclining, ground.
"I'm gonna miss you guys," Alec finally stated as he continued on down the hall.
Demetri nudged Alec's shoulder with his hand and replied, "Dude, what are you saying? We're still going to be going to raves and parties every other night, so it will be just like the summer."
"Besides, we still have gigs, and we're really taking off so there will be a lot of them," Jake mentioned.
Alec only nodded in response and stopped when he saw that they finally reached dorm number two. "FINALLY," he exclaimed as he set down the trumpet and opened the door.
"How the heck are you going to fit all of your crap in here man?" Jake questioned when he noticed the size of his room.
"Not to mention all the other crap that the girly will have," Demetri mumbled as he set the drum box in the corner and left the room to go obtain the smaller boxes still out by the truck.
With a shrug of his shoulders, Alec merely said, "Eh, I'll find a way. I mean, there's always under the bed." He set down his duffel bag by the dresser and neatly organized his amps, guitars, and bass, trying to make room for the keyboard, trumpet, and oncoming drum boxes.
"So if the girl is hot and she has a sister, do you want to hook me up?" Jake casually questioned as he plopped down on the opposite bed that Alec was on.
"Shut up dude. You know Shelly is willing to jump your bones so just go out with her," Alec replied as he threw a pen at his friend's head.
"I was only kidding man, but you know, you can always help Demetri out."
"Help me out with what?" Demetri questioned as he walked in the door with drum boxes piled on top of his arms. Jake and Alec walked up to help him put down the boxes, putting one on top of the other at the end of the bed.
"Help you out with these," Alec lied with a smirk as he set down the last black box.
Demetri narrowed his eyes, not believing him one bit, but not really caring at the same time. "Whatever dude, we have to get though, Shelly and Lex wanted to hang out so..."
"Shelly, eh," Alec laughed as he nudged Jake in the side.
"Shut up man!" Jake scowled while pushing his friend off of him. "We'll see you tomorrow, and don't forget to text... I still want to know if she's hot."
"Yeah, me too!" Demetri added.
Alec only rolled his eyes and nodded, saying good bye to his friends after and shutting the door when they left. "Now all I got to do is settle in..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 11:55 pm
The rest of the trip passed fairly quietly. His father played the radio much to both their pleasure. They had wildly different tastes, but Edward was slowly learning to appreciate music he had previously ignored. He was still not a great fan of classic rock, but he had gone beyond stomaching it into actually enjoying it.
Finally they arrived and starting taking up Edward's bags. Other students were already arriving, some of which Edward thought he might recognize. He smiled and called out pleasant greetings whenever someone caught his eye. He did not stop to make conversation, though. Normally he might, but everyone seemed intent on moving in and so no one approached him.
Not unusual for him, Edward began to feel a little out of place as he observed some of the students he passed in the halls. He was wearing a crisply starched mint green shirt with abstract tie, khaki slacks and brown dress shoes polished to a shine. He always dressed this way for classes and yes, even as he was moving his belongings into the dorm. It made him feel as though he was approaching his learning with professionalism.
And yet, very few other students dressed this way. It was not due to a lesser dedication; the school was overflowing with hard won talent. Nearly ever student here had as great a love for their craft as he did, even if they did wear ripped jeans or tee shirts with inane phrases. Edward had tried to shop for such things all of once... and had felt so alien in the clothing that he'd nearly torn it from his body. It was not meant to be, he supposed.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 6:56 am
Ata smiled briefly as she finished the game she had been playing. She clicked it off and decided to head out into the rain. She hadn't gone more than two paces when someone knocked on her door. Ata sighed, shrugged, and opened it for the girl who was knocking. She gave the girl(who she later learned had the name Avery)a one over, then asked, "Can I help you, miss?" Her eyes were attracted to the slip of paper in the girl's hand. "Is it directions, then? What room?" She was only slightly aware that she probably looked fairly silly. She was wearing a black tee-shirt with white lettering saying 'Jesus saves!' on it. The back continued the phrase, 'He passes to Moses! Moses fakes out the devil, then takes the ball across the field! Moses shoots! MOSES SCORES!' but obviously the girl couldn't see the back. Her cargo pants were black. Supposedly, no one wore cargo pants anymore, but she liked them. Her black and brown hair was tied into a loose ponytail, and she was short. She was strange looking. She just hoped she didn't seem scary and or intimidating.
~!~
Sam stalked into the room he had been given to see a girl already there and unpacking her stuff. He nodded in her general direction, then dropped most of his crap at the foot of his bed and started to unpack himself. He hated unpacking. Unpacking and packing were some of his least favorite things to do ever. They were about 12 and 13 on the list of things he hated. Especially when there was so much stuff.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:51 am
Aaron leant his head against the cold plastic window of the train, staring blankly out of it, his ancient leather violin case resting on his lap and hugging his bag of belongings to his chest. It was raining and the water droplets ran sideways along the window, blown by the wind. His head ached mildly from the vibrations and rocking of the train but he didn't really care, he was too tired to care. He came from out of town and had to get an early train in order to get to Richmond Academy at a decent hour. It was fine by him, he liked trains and was just glad to be leaving and starting another year, despite the fact his face didn't show it.
He glanced down at the worn page he held in his hand, that he folded and refolded dozens of times, and the corner of his mouth twitched in a half smile. He had managed to get in to all of the classes he applied for. He saw that he seemed to be sharing a room with a girl but it didn't really faze him whatsoever. So long as she let him be and kept herself to herself he didn't mind. And wasn't one of those squeely 'oh-my-gawd!' pink-loving girls. Those bimbos really grated on his nerves. Avery was an odd name, he just hoped she wasn't as bird-brained as her namesake.
He sighed and closed his eyes. He wasn't normally this bitter and, whatever he may think he would never dream of speaking such thoughts aloud, around the one in question or not, it didn't matter. He had just had a crap morning, that was all. That was the one sucky thing about the school; he could stay there for the holidays like Christmas and the like, but not at the end of the school year and into the next. It meant going home to his father and most of the time he managed to avoid him, but that hadn't worked this morning. No matter, he was gone now.
The train began to slow as it reached his stop and he stood, a little unsteadily, leaning his knee against the wall as a brace while he sorted himself out. His grey bag was a shoulder bag and he slipped it over his head and settled it onto his shoulder. He let it rest against his upper thigh, just below his slim hip. His instrument case had two shoulder straps and he slipped his arms through them so it sat comfortably on his back. He was glad for the latest cheque his brother had sent that had allowed him to buy some oil to water-proof the case; it was really coming down outside. A pitty he didn't have a water-proof bag as well.
Moving to the front of the carriage, he stepped off when the doors opened and took a moment to gather his bearings. Good thing also that the station wasn't too far from the academy. He would still be soaked by the time he got there.
Heaving another sigh, shoving his hands into his pockets he set off walking briskly towards school.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 11:05 am
Ben smiled when she saw that Sam had finally shown up. He looked nice enough, his black hair was well kept and freshly cut. His skin was clean looking and he wore nice clothing. She was not disappointed in him at all. The only thing she would have changed it his hair color. Ben was rather fond of redheads and a ginger roommate would have made her day just that much more exiting.
She was almost done unpacking now. With a foolishly wide smile and flopped down on her bed and took out her guitar, just to make sure it was ready to go if she needed it. She plucked the strings, quickly tuning the thing. Its bejeweled sides glittered in the faint light flowing though the thick window glass behind her. "Where you from?" She asked with out looking up. Her voice was a little airy and high, but it was strong and very interesting to listen too. "I'm from Traverse City." She chuckled, the sound like chimes in a sweet spring breeze.
She took out a polishing cloth and some cleaner and slowly started to rub down her pink glittering instrument. It was her most prized position and she cleaned it a least once everyday, now it was more like an addiction than a habit. It was just something she had to do. Her small feminine hands looked like they were made for that guitar; even her pink nails matched its color to the exact hue. Her eye shadow and headband also were pink; their tones varied a bit, but stuck to the same color schem of some of the jewels that covered the guitar.
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