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 Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 4:46 pm
Acid sighed just alittle and he pulledhis hand off the piano and he stood up. he nolonger felt like playing his fangers hurt from ponding down on the keys with his emotional playing. he slowlyy stood up and he pushed the stood in. he slide his gloves back into his fangers and he sighed at the silence ad the fact that no one talked to him. He slowly looked around alittle and he headed slowly twords the door of room exiting it slowly withhis head down rubing his arm alittle were Rivera had touched him the first time thay meet, becouse she ran away.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 12:19 pm
When she was done eating, Rille wandered into the music hall to practice. She pulled her flute case from her bag, and started to put it together, then changed her mind and put it away. Instead, she took out her well-worn 'Faire Bible,' the songbook that she got most of her Faire music from. She was still hoping to go back on the Faire circuit with her father someday, and she wanted to get back into practice. The book was dog-eared, with photocopies sticking out and paper clips tucked onto pages to keep them from falling out. She could have done most of the songs in there from memory, but it was nice to have the book out in front of her. She flipped it open to a page near the middle, and leaned against the wall, starting to sing so softly she could hardly be heard. It was one of the songs she was asked to sing so often she could sing it in her sleep.
"There's a tear in your eye, And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile, Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
For your smile is a part Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song, Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get."
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 3:13 pm
Kazuye walked into the old auditorium. "Aaah, this is a nice place to get away from everything." he said, walking to a seat and sitting down. He opened his book, and started to write a haiku. The wind blows the trees
It feels cold on my body
The world is silent
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:13 pm
((Um, pangia baroque, your last post was considered a one-liner by Ria standards. You might want to make them longer, or you're going to get yelled at.))
Ah...the music hall. Of course she would be there. Halcón pushed his way through the doors to the music hall, and spotted Rille almost immediately. His eyes widened behind his curtain of hair. Wow. Just wow. When did little Cousin Rille turn into a babe? And she's gotten way better at singing too... He was starting to regret the fact that she was his cousin. He walked up and stood next to her, pushing his hair out of his face to reveal a soft smile. When she finished singing, he said softly "Remember me?"
Rille looked up, startled. She did a double-take, realizing who this was. "Halcón! What are you doing here? Did Uncle send you? Did you see..." She trailed off, realizing he might not know his sister was here, and hoping he would just ignore the question she had almost asked. After all, she had run away from home. But, no such luck.
"Did I see...Ananda? Yes, I ran into her earlier. Don't worry," he said quickly, holding up his hands, "we're both still in one piece." He smirked. "And likely to stay that way, since she wants nothing to do with me." Careful now, you don't want her to catch on that you're fishing for support...
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 12:53 pm
Rille shook her head, and started to pack up her things. "Good. Halcón, leave her alone. She's gone through a lot. More than you can imagine. She doesn't deserve this." She closed up her bag, and smiled gently at Halcón. "It was nice to see you, cousin. But I really mean it. Leave Ananda alone." She turned and walked out of the music hall, yawning a little. Time to head back to the room, I guess.
Halcón stood in the middle of the floor, watching Rille go with a rare look of astonishment. That's not the meek little cousin I remember. But...well, I guess people change. I wonder what she meant about Ananda going through a lot. What's happened that I don't know about? If somebody hurt her... He scowled darkly, and slipped out of the music hall, trailing Rille silently.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 3:12 pm
Thorn sauntered into the music hall sadly. He was completely told off by one of his old best friends and forgotted by his twin sister. How could his day get any worse? He sat down on the ground, curling his knees up to his chest and then resting his head on his knees with a sigh. His eyes closed and he drifted off into a soft sleep...
"Thorn! Thorn! Look at this! It's a frog!"
A young girl pranced towards him happily, a small frog in her delicate hands.
"Isn't it gross?" She giggled. "Come on Thorn! Lets go animal hunting!"
"Hey, Wait up!" Thorn called after her.
The young girl was Snow. Long ago before Thorn was banned from the kingdom.
He ran after her quickly, laughing as he did so. Snow's long silver hair flowed behind her as she ran alongside Thorn. Her violet eyes sparkled as she laughed happily. Thorn was her only friend. Her best friend. It was likewise for him too.
"Look Snow! A robin!" He exclaimed, pointing towards a group of red chested birds.
And then.... Nothing.
Thorn was shaken violently by an unseen force. He looked up and then sighed, seeing nothing.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 3:48 pm
Mioki was still alittle bit depressed as she thought hearing some music would help.She had let down her hair and turned her eyes back to their normal color.Her hair was a dark blue while her eyes of the palest blue.Her eyes sparkled as she entered the room just in time to see a boy shoot up from the floor.He must have been sleeping....I wonder if I should even be here.Along the floor she walked humming a little tune that had the sweetest sound.
Father once said to me
many months ago
a demon hand will defend.
Mother said one day
there is more that we must know
a mortal hand will defend.
Two hands together
incomplete alone.
Balance is union and the gate will open.
Go my children go go to chrimson flames
so we can save our children.....the light
of memory remain.
She hadnt been paying attention to where she was going and bumped into the person on the floor.She stood staring down at him for a minute then stood still as stone."Im sorry are you okay?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 5:23 pm
Thorn looked up at the girl. "Oh... Yeah... I suppose so." He lied. Of course he wasnt alright! His life was crumbling apart! But he wasn't exactly going to tell a perfect stranger that. "Sorry... I'm... I'm in the way, arent I?" He said with a small laugh. He stood slowly, dusting himself off. Thorn extended a hand towards the girl cautiously. "Hi. I'm Thorn Makatu... But please, just call me Thorn." He said with a gentle smile. If by any chance that this girl could perhaps become his friend it would be great deal of help for him... but he would let her make that decisison.
((If you want to see a bit of Thorn's history check out the Northern Courtyard.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 2:27 pm
Serika laughed as she watched him puff up his chest and strut down the hallway. "I've created a monster!" She said giggling. Becoming serious, she looked at him. "What music would you like to create? Do you sing, or play an instrument of some type?" Her only instrument was her voice, and she doubted Taqune was ready to hear such an...instrument. Her chords weren't soft, but more like an opera singer, which was what she had wanted to be when she was younger.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 4:42 pm
Rille wandered back to the music hall once she got rid of Halcón. She had noticed him following her, and gone to her dorm room to hide out for a few minutes. She supposed it had worked, since she didn't see him on her way back. As soon as she walked into the music hall, she spotted Mioki, but didn't go over to her since she was talking to someone else. Instead, she sat in a corner of the room, on the floor, and started to put the pieces of her flute together.
Halcón hadn't been fooled by Rille's trick, but he was much more careful about following her back to the music hall. Behind the long hair covering his face, he was smiling. Little cousin seems to have grown a brain too. Instead of going inside, where she would see him for sure, he sat outside the doors to the music hall, drumming his fingers idly on his leg. His hearing was good enough that he'd get a pretty good idea of what she said to anyone inside from out there anyways.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 9:32 am
He smiles and chuckles,"Love your asking a sound expert if he can play an instrument or sing. But yes I can do either of those what would you like to hear as long as i have heard the instrument i can play it with my vocals. I can't really phyiscally play one though."
He tilts his head hoping that he didn't spit that out too fast or in a weird way that she would get confused over it.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 10:25 am
Mioki nodded her head showing a sign of greeting.Hello Thorn...my name is Mioki.No....your not in the way at all."For once she was glad she stumbled upon someone.It had been two months since anyone even noticed her...He seems....so mislead...i think Im gonna ask him whats wrong...."I-Im....sorry ,but I couldnt help sense a strange wave of emotion just then.Are you okay? You seem.....upset...?"Mioki had mind powers....and sometimes could read minds if the message was strong enough.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 10:27 am
Serika smiled and nodded. "Yes, how silly of me. What am I talking about?" She thought for a moment, and then spoke again. "Think you could do piano?" She asked, with a smirk on her face. She wanted to see if he was up to the task. She started humming a song that had popped into her head earlier.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 10:39 am
Nero opened the door to the music studio just enough to pop his head through and see if anyone was there. He saw no one and sighed with relief. he then walked over to the first guitar he saw and start ed playing some rock. he then said to himself" Finally I have some time to practice."
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 1:43 pm
Kiater quietly walked up to the entrance of the Glass Violin, and heard a very faint sound comming through the doors. What's that? , she thought, what instrument? She quietly walked up to the doors, the music was a bit louder, she still couldn't hear it correctly. If I go inside quietly, maeby he or she won't ceace playing and I can listen to them..., she thought softly putting her hand on the door's handle. With a sharp breath she quietly opened, enough so that she could squeeze by, the right entrance door. It didn't squeek or make any sort of noise, like she was used to doors doing. Happily she crept inside and sat down in a corner hoping that she didn't make a noise. The music was a rock-type, but still nice to listen to. As she listened she looked around at the wooden floor, the curtains, the stage and everything elece including a tall man with a... different-looking right arm his hair was white, so he looked to be about twenty-five to thirty. He had a guitar in his hands and was playing. She also saw other people but they were blured because of her vision. It was getting worse. She could only see the old man that was closer to her then the rest of the people. She could make out three or four other figures, more distant. One was, what looked like, half blue, and had blue hair, she-- or he, was near a black-looking piano. Kiater could see another person, she had long blue-looking har that went down to her waist, or possiably that was her shirt. The other people, Kiater couldn't make out correctly so she kept listening, silently, to the music being played.
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