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 Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2015 7:33 pm
It had been a few days since he'd settled in, but he still wasn't used to the ever-present darkness of Below. It seemed like the sun never rose high enough, and the night was always far too long. It was colder too, and there was just... So much of that white stuff they called snow everywhere. Jericho did not really like this place, but he wasn't about to say that to anyone, especially not to the people who'd sent him here. This was a very expensive school, after all. He wouldn't dare be ungrateful...
But still, it was lonely. He didn't know anyone here, most of them were Nightmares, and he felt so... out of place among his peers in house Enoch. He'd picked it because it aligned with his supposed future occupation (accounting) but... during the free periods he found himself wandering by Arkham's common area, just listening... Everyone seemed happy here, regardless of house, but there was something nice about the artsy freeness of Arkham that made his heart ache... He wished he'd picked that one.
He'd been listening to the noise in their common room again when he'd heard someone singing - and oh, they were good. He liked to sing himself, but knew it would be discouraged if he ever actually said anything about it back home... but... he wasn't home, was he? And his ever-present companion wasn't actually here, was he? Still, he was a little too nervous to do it near other people, so he'd wandered off to what he thought was a secluded place outside to practice a song he'd been memorizing.
Settling onto a bench, he put on his headphones and pressed play on his mp3 player and closed his eyes, listening to the music as it started up... He then breathed in deeply, and began to sing along once the vocals started. Quietly at first, but within a few moments he was singing at a fairly decent volume. Despite not having official training, he wasn't that bad, really. He kept in key for the most part and only had minor troubles with monitoring his breathing patterns -- it was the lyrics that caught him up, since he hadn't quite memorized this one completely. Once the song finished, he restarted it, determined to get it down. He'd become so absorbed in it that he failed to make sure that he was still, in fact, alone.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 1:52 pm
 Fakir had been trying his damnedest to get away from Zenith for the evening. She seemed absolutely hell-bent on ruining any of his conquests, which meant that he was left with nothing to do. Or, nothing he wanted to do. There were no interviews scheduled, or meets, or really anything. He wasn't interested in causing a scene for the paparazzi to record (and later cause Zenith a headache). And he wasn't going to just lay in his room all day. Hell no. That was for squares, and he wasn't that.
So, meandering it was. Maybe he'd cause some trouble around the school, or behave. Who knew. He didn't, that was for sure. The halls were far too empty for his liking, too. Where was everyone? Was it lunch hours? Or was something dramatic and exciting happening? Man, this school always had something going on, whether it was invaders or little familiars being unleashed by the terrifying familiar teacher. He wasn't sure he was ever ready to someday leave. What was as exciting as the academy, anyway?
So here he was, meandering, being bored as all he- WAIT. Fakir skidded to a halt, wings expanding as he cocked his head to the side. A voice. A singing voice. Not only that, but a damn good one. Sure, he could hear the breathing pattern jump about, but Fakir knew a born-to-be singer when he heard one! The Fallen's face lit up as he followed the sound, locating the poor Goblin in a nearby room. If this Goblin had hopes to sing alone then he was in for a surprise.
"Heeeey~ I know that song!" Fakir cried out, entering the room with a wide and probably obnoxious grin. This poor, poor Goblin.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 10:57 am
The music was rising, the main kick of the song was about to start, he closed his eyes, losing himself in it as he started to sing along and then-- and then--
Oh Nine.
His eyes shot open, wide with panic as he squeaked in alarm, then hurriedly ripped the headphones off of his head and tucked them behind him, as if to hide the evidence. Who had come in!? He looked around and then froze, feeling almost as if his internal temperature dropped once he laid eyes on the Fallen. Was this an Above or Below native? He'd never really met a Fallen back home, they tended to stay out of Elf territory for the most part... This was probably someone from Below.
But oh Nine. They'd heard him. They were grinning, but oh this was terrible. "O-oh, uh," he finally realized he hadn't said anything, just stared at the kid with a stupid, frightened expression.
"I-I uh, I'm s--sorry if I, was um, annoying..? You? Did, did you need this room?" He looked around, tail curling around his leg in a minor effort to make himself smaller than he already was.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 11:54 am
Fakir stepped backwards as the Goblin seemed to panic, watching the other rip their headphones off right after releasing a rather amusing squeak. The Fallen's wings spread as he gave a curious head tilt. Annoying? What? Who? Him? The popstar let out an abrupt laugh, head shaking as a hand flew up to ruffle his own hair. Oh man, this kid was a hoot!
"Annoy me? How would you have done that? Nah, I don't need the room." The Fallen flopped beside the Goblin, giving a cheeky grin as he settled, legs thrown up on the table in-front of then. "I was just passing by and I heard this awesome voice, and lo and behold I found you. Hey, do you sing a lot? Perform? Anything?" He was asking stupid questions, he knew! Of course this Goblin performed! It'd be stupid to let that voice waste!
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 1:14 pm
Oh, his wings were pretty... Really pretty... Were all Fallen this pretty? He hadn't really been paying attention to his classmates so far, they were mostly just blurs in his mind. No one to pay attention to. No one he needed to remember anything about.
Fakir's laugh caused him to wince slightly... had he said something? Oh... The question he'd asked had somehow been amusing... But he was just trying to be polite, that was all! He stiffened up as Fakir flopped down next to him and made himself comfortable. Oh Nine. What should he do? This person was clearly high class, and he was not. Should he even be associating with him...?
"Oh, um... I guess-- the noise.." He stumbled over his answer, mind reeling from Fakir's next statement and questions. Awesome voice? Did he perform!? Goodness no. He shook his head hurriedly, and chewed as his lip as he struggled to think of an appropriate answer that wouldn't made him mad. "O-oh, no, no I don't.. uh... do that. At all... Definitely not. No..." ...That was terrible. A terrible answer. "I-- um... It's kind of...an indulgence, mostly...."
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 1:25 pm
What. An indulgence? That was it? Really? Fakir gave a rather confused gasp, as if the Goblin had stated he wasn't a Goblin, but instead an Imp. How could someone with such talent just... do nothing with it? It was unheard of! How could this occur?! And obviously the Goblin had some self-esteem issues. What was all the stuttering and basically sweeping his talent under a rug? Oh no no. This could not do.
"The noise? You call that noise? Why, I call it music!" He stretched his hands out dramatically, wiggling his fingers. Yes, Fakir, scare the poor Goblin some more. Good job. A+
"Oh!" Since this Daydream didn't seem to know him (which worried the Nightmare! Did Above not allow Below music in?), he made it his mission to change that. "I'm Fakir. You may have hea– wait, probably not." He gave another goofy grin, shameless. This Goblin was going to be in for a bad time if he was nervous by Fakir's energy. The Fallen rarely could be turned down.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 1:54 pm
He blinked, bewildered by his over dramatic movements. Aryany had never moved like that - he was all dignified posture and stern looks. But, it wasn't as if he hadn't witnessed high class people act dramatic. In one slip-up, his father had commented that rich folks were all dramatic and nonsense. Of course, he'd retracted the statement immediately and told Jericho never to repeat it, but.. still.
"O-oh..." Oh dear. He'd said it. The "M" word. He nodded a bit at his introduction, forcing a small smile on his face. "I-it's nice to... meet you, I'm...Jericho..." He couldn't help but mumble his name, it wasn't really worth remembering and he knew that.
You may have hea--... What did... that mean? He tilted his head, a little confused. "Um... I... I'm sorry, I don't... understand what you mean..." He rubbed at the back of his head, hoping that admitting his ignorance would spare him a lecture.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 2:05 pm
What was that? Jericho? Did he hear that right? Fakir had to lean closer to fully get the name, assuming what he heard was right. Man, this guy talked really softly.... maybe he should monitor his own volume?
Nah.
"Jericho? Woaaaah, that'd be an awesome stage name." He blinked back at the next statement. Didn't understand? What had Fakir sai– oh! He shook his head, hand waving absently.
"I get carried away, no worries. Normally, people see me and freak. But you didn't." Well, not in the way he was mentioning. He flashed a grin, cheeky as always. "Which means either you dislike my music, or you've never heard of me, and I've noticed most Daydreams are clueless to Below pop culture lately. I need to fix that, obviously. Maybe do a few tours in Above...." He trailed off as he seemed to consider just how to do that. Maybe take a few days off school. Zenith would let him, right? Hey, there was an entirely new world he needed to conquer, which mean more money! She had to be down with that!
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