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 Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 10:34 pm
Roch had already decided to leave the "club" room and left her to clean up the rest of the paper balls they had thrown everywhere- aka, left her with the most boring job in the world. At first she had thrown them all in the recycling bin politely, like a good little ghoul. Then she had decided to torch a few with fire balls. Next game a game where she threw them in the air and tired to hit them with fire. Needless to say, she was getting bored quickly.
There were still so much to clean up though! After all of the paper balls came putting away the table and pillows they had sat on, taking down the snack table (Roch had already been kind enough to eat all of the food on it) and then throw the bean bag chairs into the closet.
So. Much. Work.
With a sigh, she looked at G who seemed to be captivated by something in the hallway. Was it maybe a teacher come to scold her for the mess they made? Maybe it was a student who was lost. It could've also been a late auditioner, but what were the odds of that?
Sighing at her little treat she said, "G get your tiny little a** in here and help me!" Gamyiel just shook his head, as if to clear it, and then scuttled back into the room to pick up more of the little balls of paper- which was pretty hard considering they were about half his size. Still, he was doing his best. Just what had been in that hallway though?
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:21 pm
The hallways of Amityville had great achositcs, and while usually flooded with the chorus of growls, shrieks, and laughs of a few hundred students during class time, the hallways were empty aside from one figure. One figure who, given the lack of company, could be heard before seen. The steady clip-clop of his hooves hit the scuffed tiles as he headed down the hallway, inspecting the flyer and realizing he might be a tad late.
Or a lot late.
Still, he had to run back to get his pipes before he could show up. You couldn't properly audition without them. Touching the saddle back strapped across his chest and on his side, he smiled as he headed down in a fast trot to the designated room, stopping at the door frame. "Hi, uh. Are auditions over?" He looked about and noticed all the paper balls. "....am I in the right room?"[
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 8:52 pm
Danny was just about to get a scrap of shiny orange paper (how did that even end up in here?) when a noise at the door interrupted her pouncing.
Pony.
Pony.
PONY.
Danny immediately stood up and ran over to him almost bumping into him. The poor ghoul was so excited that all she could say was, "Right pony room PONY!" Her arms were flapping back and forth with excitement. She was like a little kid on Halloween day. Which was, you know, every day.
Why was she so excited? Because this was someone she knew. In such a big campus, she was incredibly thrilled to actually recognize someone and be able to know them by name. Of course, later on she would probably grow numb to this excitement factor, but right now it was just about the most exciting thing since watching paint dry (which was pretty damn exciting).
Either way, Danny went back and sat on her judge table (on, not behind) and said, "W-well ... auditions ended so ..." Her face fell for a moment. She didn't want to tell pony that he couldn't join! He was her friend!
A rarely found lightbulb went off in Danny's head. "But ... Roch said there would be private auditions..." she mumbled it almost to herself, just barely loud enough for Calder to hear. She was talking to herself, not him. She remained deep, deep (we're talking Inception deep) in thought for another ten seconds or so, and then smacked her fist against her open palm in resolve.
"You can just do a private audition!" Her eyes fell on his bagpipes, and she said, "Oh look, you even have an instrument! That was lucky!!" She crossed her legs and tried to look as serious as Oersted did. "Okay pony, you can audition now, so uh ... play things!" Very official Danny.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 5:46 pm
His ears dropped at the mention - many mentions - of the word pony. Okay. Okay. He looked like a horse. That was the point, but it all came down to titles. It was like someone getting your country wrong or mispronouncing your last name. On principle, it was just wrong, and he could not let her go on saying it without being corrected. "Not pony. Kelpie. Pony is........insulting." More short tempered kelpies would have been throwing fists at that word. It made his kind sound more like horses without the culture of his kind, not to mention making him sound very young. Nope. Pony had to be done with, and he had to correct each and every offense when it happened to prevent it from spreading. It's why Pony-boil was spoken as an insult because it was.
Wrong word choice aside, Calder frowned at the fact he missed auditions. Oh swamp rats! He thought he at least made it on time. However, through the mumbling, he heard about private auditions. There was hope, and it was a good thing he did bring his instrument. Then again, he always did. How many people owned bagpipes after all - and how many did he want to swap spit with? Not to many.
Stepping into the room, he set his saddle bag down on one of the desk, the deflating sack of the bagpipes groaning as the air escaped. "Okay. I'm glad I can still place. Just give me a second here." He had to set up.
Opening his bag, he pulled out his own bagpipes. The sack was covered in the same green plaid as his kilt, and the drones, long and black, glistened and showed off ornate carvings. Long, green tassels hung from just before their ends. Tucking the sack under his arm and adjusting the drones on his shoulder, he then took one pipe and popped it into his mouth and held another pipe that had small holes like a flute - which he kept pointed down. He blew, puffing up his face to inflate the bag and it groaned once before Calder took a breath. It certainly required some setup time, but he did this all in a matter of a minute or so.
"I'll be playing Ye Banks and Braes." He said, pronouncing this with his accent that he turned on just to give the song some respect, and went back to suppressing once again. Then, with a breath, started to play.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 10:53 pm
Danny listened silently to Calder's performance, all the while thinking to herself, Kelpie, kelpie, kelpie. It was like a prayer, or a secret witch spell. The more she said it, the better she would remember it right?
After a while, she forgot to think it over again, because she was a bit distracted by Calder's playing. Not to mention she started saying "Ye Banks and Braes" instead of "kelpie." The song though, it was really ... happy. Danny liked this song a lot. It was happy, yet comforting at the same time. Not obnoxious. The bagpipes certainly were an interesting instrument too. Danny was absolutely blown away (no pun intended) that a little bag full of air could make such noises. It was absolutely preposterous, yet there it was doing it. Calder seemed to have a way of teaching Danny knew things without even meaning to.
When Calder finished she clapped like a mother at a child's ballet recital. Danny was a bit confused though. It was like Xiu and Mitsu- she really liked the performance and the sound, but she had no clue what to think of it. She was excited that pony wanted to join the club, but she didn't really know what to think.
Maybe it was better to just not think. That seemed to work well for her most of the time, right?
"P- Kelpie Calder!" she said, remembering the whole "species before name" thing from earlier, "That was great! Where did you learn to play the ... airbag!" Her eyes were practically sparkling. She loooved his airbag.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 8:23 pm
Calder finished and breathed out, letting the bag deflate with one last groan of noise before adjusting it on his shoulder. He wasn't sure if he'd have to preform again, but he beamed when Danny clapped. Apparently he wasn't as rusty as he thought, and took great pride in his amazing performance. Even he thought he did rather well. Plastered with a smile, he found it hard to be too annoyed by Danny not knowing the name of what he just played. Maybe he should take her excitement at his performance with a grain of salt then - or not. Good music was good music after all, even if the person listening never heard what the instrument probably should sound like.
"They're bagpipes. Me mom taught me how since I was little. First started with just this little flute part, and then once I got good at that, was allowed to practice on the whole thing." He remembered pouting and complaining when he was younger, and also the dizziness in not maintaining his breathe the right way and passing out. Oh, the memories.
"I've played ever since. If I'm ever lucky, I might be able to play with the others, but for now I only play at home." He wasn't really in with any of the groups to be able to slip in and play, but he hoped he could creep into a group unnoticed at some point and prove himself. Then again, he wasn't as good at the others. "So did I pass?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 12:19 am
"Bagpipes," Danny repeated, clapping her hands. She would probably forget the word in about five minutes, but here's to hoping. Strutting over to Calder, she reached out to touch the flute part of the bagpipes. "These flute thingies come off?"
She tugged a little, and sure enough, the flute came out. Danny was a little flabberghasted though. She thought she broke it. "Oh Jack, I'm so sorry, oh gosh I didn't mean to I mean it, I'll fix it I promise oh Jack I'm so sorryyyy," she whined.
His next question distracted her though. Still fiddling with the flute, Danny said, "Pass? Pass what? Did you have a test recently or so- OH! You mean the audition," she scratched her head for a moment. She wasn't really sure. Did he do good? Danny would never know. She didn't even know what the bagpipes were until five seconds ago.
Well, Pony was fun, and Roch did say the club was for music, even if you weren't good at it. "Yup! I'd say so." She slapped him amiably on the back. "Welcome to the fright music club Po- Kelpie Calder!" she beamed.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 10:21 pm
Calder knew the main pipe came on, but yanking on it made his eyes shoot up and eyes widen. His baby was being abused!! "AHH!" He cried, and watched as Danny fumbled about. He had to inspect the bagpipes just to make sure she didn't break anything, but as Danny moved it about, he saw nothing was cracked or broken. Just imagining the talk he would have if he told his mother he broke his pipes sent chills racing up and down his spine. The tongue lashing she would give him - and the anger would have probably have her trotting all the way to school just to give him a severe nipping or even a good trampling in order for her son to never show such disrespect for such a valued instrument.
While he was still worried, petting the pipes as if some crazed lunatic had just stabbed it with a knife, he reached out and attempted to retrieve the pipe. It was only the good news that he passed that caught his attention and stopped that mission. "Really?!!" He grinned wide, and tried not to fall over when she hit his back. It did make him jump a bit, but it was good he was sturdy on his hooves. "Oh, you won't regret it, Danny. I play all the time and I won't let myself get rusty! I'll play louder and harder than anyone." Now if anyone else could appreciate his music was left to be decided, but Calder was very optimistic. Who didn't just LOVE the bagpipes?
Biting a nail, he pointed back at Danny's hand. "Can I ....have that back?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 10:57 pm
Danny just about bounced up and down in the air with Calder's enthusiasm. If she didn't know any better, she would've just bounced and squealed along with him.
She was far too manly for that though.
So instead she just nodded her head along with his sentence meter (something all good leaders should learn to do, right?) and said, "Don't worry, you don't hafta be good. Just have fun!" That was Danny's goal. Have fun. Maybe for Roch it was about finding the best music players, but for Danny it was all about chillaxing and having fun. That was her motto after all, right?
With a rathe rblank stare, she added, "Have what back?" She gave him a truly innocent and confused face. Just what did he want b-
Oh. OHHHHH.
"Oh you mean this! Yeah sure!" she said. She handed the pipe part back to Calder and smiled, completely amiably. The fire demonness would've attempted to put it back on again herself, but that obviously wasn't working. It was definitely a better plan to let Calder deal with it.
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