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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 3:49 pm
In which Piaotte finds the star...
It was just after sunset when Miss D'Jour-Medina left her father's house, feeling just as unwelcome as before. Her father had ignored her, and had only opened the door because the knocking was annoying. It broke her heart to be so unwanted. Her mother had told her the story before. But, somehow, today she couldn't forgive him. Even if she was unexpected, even if he didn't love her mother, was it truly right to treat her this way? To shun her and hate her?
Piaotte continued to walk, not noticing the biting cold at her shoulders from the wind of early spring at all. Did anything really matter anymore? She made her way to a small park in the Barton town square, sitting at the edge of the pond. Koi fish made their way over, expecting food, but fled when none rippled across the surface. Would the world move on without her? Of course it would. There was no question of that. But would her father care? No. Her mother? Yes. Or....So she thought. But how could she make him care? Music? ...Perhaps. She had tried violin when she was three, and her father had seemed slightly more interested...until she played. Or, could that have even been called playing? She had given up after that.
But....Should she have?
Piaotte looked up at the stars, gazing for some sign of hope. Would he love her as a daughter if she could play? Would she no longer be treated as an outcast? Oh, she wished it would come true! A family! If only she could play.
But, she lurked back to her suicidal thoughts, back to the darkness. But a light took her away from them. Down from the sky fell a tiny little star, which danced above the water, trying to avoid the liquid in pure horror. Piaotte jumped before she thought to save it, getting soaked in the process. The poor little thing! She was wet, but the poor little star!
After rescuing it, she heaved herself back to shore, shaking from the cold, holding it close. The little thing radiated quite a lot of heat, and it wasn't long before her hands and wrists were dry. "I'm sorry.....Can I use you to dry off?" She sheepishly asked, and it jingled back at her grumpily. Jingled!
After she was mostly dry, her hair still damp, she settled down under a tree, the object in hand. "You're from the sky, aren't you?" She murmured, gazing back up to the Milky Way, and beyond. The star jingled unhappily, still rather upset at it's whole ordeal of being used as a blow-drier. "All away from home....Poor little thing..." She murmured again, "You want to stay with me for now?" Piaotte asked, gaining a jingle of surprise, which she took for a yes. "Let's go home, then..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 3:50 pm
DON'T FORGET THE SPRINKLES![X]People met: Epsilon, Basil, Molly
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 3:51 pm
Dear Diary,
I never thought that something so little could glow so brightly! It truly is a delight to see it enjoys the perfume bottle I found. But it's become much more illuminated since last night! It's like he finally found a happy home. I'm only calling it a 'he' because...well..It just suits him. I think. But now what to do with it?
In other news....Mother's barely making enough to keep us in this tiny apartment. She's never home, really. I feel horrible for making her have to do this. It's all my fault for being born, anyway. That's how father sees it too. I hope things will get better soon.
Speaking of father, or, Mr. D'Jour rather. He's got another composition out. It's a big hit too, all the symphonies are going for it. Even Ms. Kanna says they got it for the symphony. It makes me wonder why he can just throw a bunch of scribbles together, call it a masterpiece, and make thousands of dollars overnight while Mother struggles. I don't understand it at all.
If only something could save us now...If only I could be HIS child.
~Piaotte D'Jour-Medina
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 7:07 pm
Concerto for Piccolo and Violin...[ X] People Met: Forte, Canon, Basil, Epsilon, Ellie, Allegro, Nocturne
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 7:08 pm
In which Piaotte wishes upon a Star...
Piaotte sat at her desk, head down in frustration. The money was running out, and her mother barely had a job. If they got thrown out on the streets, not even her father would take them in. Well, it never was likely anyway. She fiddled with the box of rosin as she looked up, face streaked from crying earlier. Why did music have to be so frustrating? Why couldn't it be easy for HER like it was for her teacher? Kanna had told her so many stories of her failures, but her success outweighed it all. She was a prime soloist, with perhaps the most expensive piccolo known to all of Gaia! And still, here was Piaotte, daughter of two musicians, and she didn't have a musical bone in her body! Her violin sounded like a screaming cat, after all.
But...If she did get better, what could happen?
Pizzicato glowed brighter, sensing a change in hope, in fantasy, in mind. He jingled brightly, hoping to get her to imagine more, and perhaps make this the night he was waiting for. Would it be his? Wish, wish upon him. Now. Please!
Piaotte watched the star, frowning. Was she on the right track? Imagining how things could be?
If she was good at violin, perhaps her father would let them live with him. Maybe she could become a daughter, not just another person.... She let her mind wander, then realized how much better it could be.
"I wish......That I could become a great violinist..." She murmured, then stopped, watching the star jingle even more, knocking against his glass to the paper. "Write it down, huh?" She smiled, answered by a pulsing glow. At that, she took the paper, and wrote upon it, wrapping it around the jar and taping it.
I wish to be a great violinist...
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 5:48 pm
In Which Piaotte meets Pizzicato...And Attempts Suicide.Without me, his world will go on turning... It had gone too far for her to handle. Her hopes had been revived by friendship, and companionship. By concerts and lessons. But today, that hope was extinguished, and all that was left was the smoke and whispers of the past. After all, the past did repeat itself. Her father had found out about her lessons, but this time had practically kidnapped her after a short one, taking her into his home and begged for her to play. She had insisted that she wasn't that good, and could hear her phone vibrate in a panic in her purse, probably her mother. She was begged over and over again, and soon threatened when her father grabbed a knife and held it out at her, eyes wild with need. At that, she snapped and finally opened the case, raising the instrument to playing position. Her hands quivered as they held the bow, eyes begging for him to stop the threats, but he continued. Play for me, he hissed, play for me now! Piaotte bit her bottom lip and drew the bow across one of the strings. The room went silent as a shaky and unhappy note drew out, resonating in the room. Had she really played? Or had she imagined it. Regardless, her father continued to hold the knife out, grip firm on the handle. More. Play more. It wasn't a request, it was an order. She whimpered, drawing the bow over the strings again, and began to play a rather poor version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Unlike that one note, so pure and clean, what came out was the shrieks she was used to. Her father howled, and saw red, screaming for her to stop, to die, to go to hell. The knife sliced through the air, hitting the violin. Piaotte screamed, dropping the instrument as she ran past him, to the door, managing to make it out with her purse in hand. Piaotte wasn't sure how long she'd been running. All she knew was that she had to get away. Survival of the fittest, those who can run live. She had lost her shoes a few miles ago, too high-heeled for running. Bare feet hit the pavement, going as fast as her heart. Eventually, she found herself out by a cliff in Barton Park. The girl collapsed, curling up into a sob for the poor instrument that had taken a hit for her. She still held the bow in her hands, now bleeding from the slices of horse hair. A worried jingle came from her purse, the tiny little star horribly worried for the girl who had wished upon him. She dropped the bow, not minding the biting pain from her hand as she opened her purse and drew the object out, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked over the star, which was pulsing brightly in worry. She said nothing as more tears ran down her cheeks and she curled up into herself, holding the bottled star close. Did he really want her dead that badly? Would he even care if she died? Would he be happier? Yes...He'd be much happier. Basil had lied to her, hadn't he? They weren't friends. No one liked her. Not even this little star did....The world...Would be so much better without her. The tiny star jingled out of curiosity when Piaotte uncorked his bottle and set it on its side, allowing it to escape. It hopped out, thinking perhaps it was going to get cuddles and hugs, or maybe a head to snuggle on, but was given a rude awakening as the girl stood, looking down to it sadly. "It's okay, little one....You're free. Go back to your home..." She whispered, voice more of a broken sound than the usual one it was used to. The star jingled again, worried this time as she began to walk towards the edge. It jingled even more in alert as she stood at the very end and set down her purse at the edge. "This is goodbye.....Forever." She murmured, smiling sadly back to it. The star jingled more fiercely, glowing in shock and sadness. NO! No she couldn't! Piaotte simply turned back towards the end and spread her arms out, eyes closing as she breathed. It was the end. She would be gone, and no one would miss her. Her body began to lean forward, towards the end, towards the endless sleep that was death. Then suddenly, the shriek of a child caught her ear. "No don't!" As she turned, her balance failed her, and the last thing she saw was a tiny little blond child running after her, from the point where the star had been. The world is full of happiness that I have never known.. Les Miserables- On My Own. So fitting. Oh so fitting. Sorry to depress you all! And no, she's not dead. Just badly injured.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 4:12 pm
Make all the pain go away...[ X] People Met: Basil, Epsilon
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:13 pm
Welcome Home[ x] People Met: Basil, Epsilon, Forney
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:23 pm
Reserved for a SOLO entry entitled.
THE WRATH OF THE BARTON SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA.
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