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 Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 11:30 am
Five miles west of Ouran, in the less expensive part of town, there is a set of apartments, like any other apartments. The outside has fallen, somewhat into disrepair, the paint chips, the water drips, and the weeds try to reclaim the fences. But on the back side of the building, behind a first floor apartment, a neat and tidy organic garden grows vegetables and fruits and herbs and flowers and flourishes under the care of the first floor resident. Beyond the garden and the patio of room 104 lies room 104 itself. The old white walls have been brightened up and decorated with hanging potted plants, bookshelves full of books, and framed paintings of landscapes. A blue couch and armchair fill up most of the living room, and the sheer volume of the bookcases makes up for the fact that there is no tv in the entire apartment. A violin case and a guitar case lean against the couches on the patio side near a music stand with an open book of music, and a stereo plays a gentle classical station.
It is here that Miss Sawyer calls home.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 10:58 pm
The day had been long and harsh, and by the time she finally arrived home, Sawyer was beyond exhausted. She closed the door behind her slowly, then leaned against it and slid to the floor. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, counting to ten with her eyes closed. The clock on the nearby wall chimed eleven, jarring her back to open her eyes. She popped off her shoes and stood slowly.
"What a day. What a day." She murmured as she walked towards the kitchen. She filled a large green water can in the sink and went about her usual round of watering, first the indoor, then the outdoor plants, before placing the can back under the sink from whence it came. She turned on the radio as she walked by it, then tossed her backpack on the coffee table.
"Time for dinner." She mumbled to herself. She popped a leftover bowl of ramen into the microwave, and pulled it out when it was done. She then returned to the living room to eat and do her homework.
It was nearly one by the time her homework was done, but her evening, she knew, was far from over. She placed her dishes in the sink, turning off the radio as she passed it, then pulled her violin from its case and set up the music stand. She assured herself the instrument was properly tuned, then commenced to practice, burying her day in the violin's sweet music.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 11:12 pm
Time fell away as the music stretched on into the wee hours of the night and Sawyer was more than happy to lose herself in it. The stress, the anger, everything hit the floor as if stripped clean from her bones. In that short time, she felt better, forgetting for a time that she wasn't from a wealthy family like the others at Ouran, that she was only a waitress living in a one room apartment a million miles from her home town, attending a school she could only barely afford. For a couple of hours, she was home, inhaling the gentle incense of Georgia Jasmine on a hot, humid day in Savannah, standing on the front porch of her parents' humble, red brick home, the warm wind gently touseling her short blonde hair.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 11:40 pm
But, like all fairy tales, Saywer's daydream came to an abrupt end at the toll of four AM. Suddenly exhausted, she placed the violin back in its case and placed the case on the side of the couch. Within minutes, she succumbed to sleep, prone on the couch, too tired to move herself into the bedroom for a decent night's rest.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 9:29 pm
Moreen's ear was pressed firmly against the wooden door of which she heard the music form. Sure, she gained a few odd looks, but she didn't care. They were all missing the point. What point, you may ask? The point that there is a musician just down the street from her!
After just going through a midnight snack run, Moreen had heard the sweet sound of the violin and immediately had to investigate...Which leads to the situation she is in now. Giving a frustrated look as she heard the music stop for a long period of time, Morren was on the break of giving up...
Well, she was going to, however, a plan struck her. What is she got that person to join the local Orchestra? Oh! What fun that'll be with a fellow musician just a few streets away from her mansion.
Satisfied with the plan she had just created only moments ago, Moreen tapped on the door lightly, then started to pound much louder. There was no way this musician was going to slip away so easily. Heck, Moreen will stay out all night knocking if she had to...She does have a large bag filled with sugary sweets, after all...
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 10:04 pm
At the sound of the rapping on her door, Sawyer awoke with a start. She shook her head and looked up at the clock. "Five AM... I've been asleep for an hour?" She pushed herself to her feet. "Coming." She called to the door. She wandered over to the door and opened it slowly until her eyes fell on her visitor. "Good morning." She murmured with a gentle smile, "May I help you?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 12:08 pm
Moreen looked up at Sawyer and grinned. Ah, so she finally has a face with the sound. Standing up her full height and brushing herself off, Moreen cleared her throat.
"Mornin'...." she started, giving a genuine smile, "Okay. I know this looks a bit odd and rest assured that I'm not a big creeper. But, I heard you play your violin and couldn't help but wonder if you would like to join an orchestra? There's a neighborhood one around here and we could really use a few more musicians like yourself. What do you say about that?" she chimed, giving another grin.
Of course she left out the small fact that if Sawyer turned down the offer, she wasn't afraid of using force.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 12:40 pm
"I... I wasn't aware I was playing that loud... Would you like to come in?" Sawyer stepped to the side to allow the girl entrance, "And you mentioned an Orchestra?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 9:56 am
Moreen couldn't help but raise a brow at Sawyer's ability to be so open. Moreen doubted that even herself would let a stranger into her home that has been sitting outside her door. Would Sawyer be a good choice for the Orchestra, after all? But, then again....look who was sitting outside a strangers door just for the sake of recruitment.
Giving a soft nod, Moreen entered into the apartment and sat herself down on a nearby chair. "Oh yes.. The Orcestra. Well, there's one in the neighborhood around here. It's a pretty good one, too." she stated, giving a smile, "..But it's swarming with college students and so it's not unusual to have half the orchestra missing due to their partying style. "
Moreen rolled her eyes at the countless practices where it was only her and ten others that actually are dedicated enough to show up.
"And, in short, I was wondering if you'd like to join.."
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