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Post by DA VINCI~ on Apr 23, 2011 0:16:08 GMT -5
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One strum.
Two strums.
A long note.
They were the sounds of sadness.
Although the player did not carry the emotion that the music portrayed, she played the feeling from her heart. The sad tune was one she'd been working on for years. It was her favorite, lonely, self-made song; She called it "Life."
The 16 year-old girl's body was perched on the very end of the dock; her legs hanging lazily above the cool water. She wore brown cargo-pants with a plaid, red & brown t-shirt. Her hair was a regular bed-head, blowing gently in the Spring-breeze. Eyes closed, the girl allowed herself to be consumed by the sad melody she played.
Ciroc Docks was her favorite place to perform. Quite and isolate at the very end of the dock, she'd play until it got dark; returning to the orphanage at the brink of her curfew. Seeing as it was dawn, only a small, scattered number of people plagued the beach. The atmosphere was calming: soft waves, sleepy sky, occasional birds. It was the girl's Heaven.
The first time she'd come to this harbor, people had attempted to crowd onto the dock to meet the source of the sad music. But as her shyness and fear got a hold of her, the girl had tucked her instrument and it's bow into her chest, and made an awkward leap into the water; desperate to get away from the noisy people. After spending nearly a week trying to pry all the water, algae and sea-weed off her viola, the girl had learned her lesson and thus only came to Ciroc Docks at dawn.
The local fishermen who were familiar with Red-Mount Orphanage knew the girl instinctively, and were careful not to scare her away; tending to their own business and enjoying her tunes from a distance.
And at this particular sunset, a few curious people bothered the fishermen for information about the girl. One gruff sailor-man gave the tourists a pat on the back while looking daringly towards the girl's silhouette:
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Post by Erinland on Apr 23, 2011 1:54:24 GMT -5
Russell strode along the sidewalk, passing some of the shops that had opened up near the shore. He had headed down here from school, wanting to see the water. It made things seem so open and far away. Like troubles didn't exist. He needed to get his mind off of things as they were. He passed the window of a trinket shop on his way towards the dock, and something caught his eye. He went in, and in a few minutes, came out with a brown paper bag. He reached in and pulled out the item, A soft sky blue bracelet made of silken string with tiny pearly sea shells on it. He had noticed it for some reason. He put it back into the bag and twisted the top. He would give it to Aunt Diane. She liked those kind of things. He was glad to see the dock mostly unpopulated, except for a few individuals and a group of three, who seemed to be tourists. Russell walked up to the railing to look down at the choppy water. Winds off the water blew towards him and the navy button up he'd thrown over his white T flew behind him as well as his shaggy hair. He heard the group, who were standing nearby, asking questions. They were speaking to a fisherman, who was coiling some rope. Russell heard the reply.
"She is what she plays... Viola."It was then that Russell noticed the soft music coming from the far end of the dock. A girl was there, sitting, playing an instrument. The music drifted over to him, it's sad tune feeling quite depressing. Viola, the fisherman said. Russell had heard of the instrument before, some sort of stringed thing, like a violin. He was curious. He'd never really experienced live music, as concerts weren't his thing. He liked music of course, he brought his old mp3 player practically everywhere with him. Burt hadn't been able to afford an ipod, but Russell cared less, as they both did the same thing. Stored and played music. The wind blew brown strands into his face again and he shook his head. He folded the brown bag and tucked it away,then casually put his hands into his back pockets, and started for the end of the dock. He had the long strides of a tall guy, and was there in a flash. He stood a ways behind her, being silent. The girl's back was to him as she continued to play her forlorn tune. It was haunting and Russell found himself firmly planted, wanting to keep listening. Then, she stopped. He didn't want to seem intrusive or creepy, so he cleared his throat to let her know he was there. She turned just slightly, as if viewing him with her peripheral vision. The wind blew his shirt tail again, making it whip. "Nice playing." He said casually, looking out onto the water. "You're gifted."She didn't answer and Russell wondered if she was the superior type, Like a lot of girls at school. He didn't recognize her, and didn't think the school band even had string players. He shrugged. "It sounded pretty, but does it have to seem so sad?" He sighed. "I've had enough sadness." |
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Apr 23, 2011 2:28:22 GMT -5
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Viola shyly raised a hand to acknowledge his presence more clearly. The boy cleared his throat awkwardly and proceeded to look out as sea. "Nice playing." The casual voice was subconsciously stored in her memory. "I like his voice... it's musical." A hint of jealousy polluted her kind thoughts at the thought of a musical voice. Seeing as she, herself, could not use her voice, she gave more attention to the sounds of others.
Viola straightened up a little more and awkwardly avoided eye-contact; mirroring the boy, she placed her instrument and its bow onto her lap and stared out at sea.
"You're gifted."
Now that caught her by surprise!
A ghost of a smile tugged at her lips as the orphan blushed and looked down. No one had ever complimented her music, so the comment had touched her. The sound of fabric rustling caught her attention once more as he shrugged. Suddenly, Viola realized that her silence could lead to making a rude impression on the boy. Desperately trying to figure out what to do, she fumbled her fingers nervously on her lap.
"It sounded pretty, but does it have to seem so sad?" The boy sighed. "I've had enough sadness."
"Am I making him sad?" She thought hopelessly. Having someone actually try to initiate friendly conversation with her sparked an opportunity for friendship, and there was no way that Viola would want to let that slip!
Suddenly, an idea popped into her head, as music began to play through her mind. With an enthusiastic, open-mouthed smile, Viola had her instrument and bow placed in ready-position within seconds. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she blew the bangs out of her face and vigorously began to strum the strings. Swinging her legs along with the tune, her humming added a harmonic level to the music. The shyness slowly began to disappear as she allowed herself to melt into the music.
The jumpy rhythm had a light mood to it and Viola hoped that it would bring a smile onto the boy's face. Looking up at him with a smile of her own, she continued to play for him; excited for finally having an interested person to perform for.
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Post by Erinland on Apr 23, 2011 3:18:48 GMT -5
Russell saw the girl change her mannerisms. She quickly brought the viola up into a position to play. He smiled as she blew upwards, clearing the bangs that touched her eyes. She started up another piece of music, ripping into it with more soul than he'd ever seen in a person. She hummed along with the sprited tune, and began to swing her legs which hung off the side of the dock. It was a happy song full of a spirit that almost seemed ancient. She looked up at him smiling, clearly pleased to play. He noticed something about her face, but dismissed it. He smiled back, and let out a cheerful laugh. "That's beautiful, although the other one was beautiful too." He said, leaning on the nearest dock post. Seagulls dived from above making their familiar calls, and adding an interesting touch to the music. The waves chopped happily against the dock like it was dancing to her playing. Several of the remaining people looked curiously toward them, and Russell wondered what it must sound like to them being farther away. He scratched his chin. He had a front row seat. She fiddled expertly, keeping the song going smoothly and perfectly. It was almost like singing. She finished it just as well as she'd started it and looked up at him again. There seemed to be a scar or some sort of mark on her face. Other than that her complexion was smooth and fair. He strolled the remaining space that separated them and sat beside her, hanging his legs off of the side too. He placed his elbows on his blue jean knees and let his hands flop between them. He stared out at the water, watching the various boats. He felt her watching him. "You play like a pro. Must've taken a lot of practice." She didn't answer, but it wasn't a question either. He turned to her and smiled again, a crooked smile that he'd always had. She was smiling back and sort of nodded. She acknowledged his presence and didn't seem to want to end the meeting or run away. Russell guessed she was just shy. "I, uh . . .-" He took a deep breath of air "-Like coming down to the shore. It's a comfort, like an old grandparent that never changes." He folded his hands, but then unfolded them in order to offer her one. "Hey. I'm Russell. Glad to meet ya." |
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Apr 23, 2011 20:49:35 GMT -5
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It was very soon that she noticed the direction of his eyes, and followed his stare with her mind; concluding that he was looking at the right of her face. With a small gasp, she turned and hid her face with both her hands and her hair. So he noticed her scar, eh? From the corner of her eye, she realized that he had not been revolted, and it seemed as if he hadn't even noticed. Awkwardly combing her hair away from her face again, she excused her sudden shyness by faking a sneeze.
Slowly turning back to him, she forced a smile and made a mental-note to be more careful.
Viola watched the boy stare out at the ships in the water. She did not follow his gaze, but held it on him. Allowing more attention to her company proved to provide her with a better image: He was fairly tall, his hair was a rugged-but-handsome brown, and there was just a ghost of a beard growing upon his facials. All in all, he was quite a regal man. ((OOC: Nudges Erin and winks at the word.))
"You play like a pro." Viola emitted a curt giggle and modestly waved her hand to dismiss the compliment. "Must've taken a lot of practice." She shrugged and bobbed her head calmly as she continued to sway her feet above the water. The sound of clothes ruffling proved his movements, as he turned to her and grinned. Viola couldn't help but laugh at the funny crookedness it had. Covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter, she only laughed more.
Containing herself after a couple more seconds, Viola let out a few giggles before stopping. Turning to him, the girl smiled and watch the boy stutter.
"I, uh . . .-" He broke his sentence to take a deep breath; it looked like he was a little nervous. "-Like coming down to the shore. It's a comfort, like an old grandparent that never changes." Viola nodded and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, this time careful not to reveal her scar. His hands folded, but in he unfolded them and held one out.
"Hey. I'm Russell. Glad to meet ya."
A few moments passed and none of them moved. Russell seemed to look expectantly at her. Viola awkwardly stared at his offered hand. She hummed nervously before a memory enveloped her attention.
"When you meet someone, you take their hand and shake it!" the nursery-maid barked at the kids. The orphans all turned to their opposite partner and extended their hands. Then, very awkwardly, they combined their fingers and brought them up and down manually; like robots that the nursery-maid had programmed. Viola was the only one at the end of the room who didn't have a partner. Silently bringing both her hands, she vigorously shook her own in an attempt to fit in.
A couple orphans near her snickered and Viola's hands wilted down to her side. Turning away, she slipped into the shadows of the class-room, and remained that way until the end of the day.
Eying the hand Russell had presented to her, she took bother her hands and held his in her palms. Cupping his fingers in her palms, she jerked their combined hands left to right, up and down before stopping. Then, she glanced nervously from their still-joined hands, before looked into his eyes as if to say: "What do I do now?"
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Post by Erinland on Apr 25, 2011 22:42:59 GMT -5
 Russell smiled and his brows rumpled in confusion as the girl placed both her hands on the one he had offered. She shook it, in different directions. She seemed to think it was the right thing to do. She then looked at him questioningly, not seeming to know what came after that. He chuckled good naturedly and let his hand drop back beside him. "That's one way to shake hands." He smiled. "Although, when you think about it, it's a pretty strange custom."He watched her. It didn't seem like she was going to speak or ever intended to. Several explanations ran through his head. Maybe she was terribly shy, so much so that she wouldn't speak. Or maybe she couldn't. He decided it didn't matter, as she seemed to understand him just fine. He would just ask her about his assumptions and hope for the best.. "Your name is Viola, am I right?" |
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Apr 29, 2011 21:13:39 GMT -5
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Viola shyly placed more of her hair onto the 'uglier' side of her face while darting her eyes from the water and the sky, feeling stupid for not knowing what to have done. Just then, the boy spoke: "That's one way to shake hands. Although, when you think about it, it's a pretty strange custom." His eyes turned to her and she instinctively flinched and turned away- despite the warmth in the look.
"Your name is Viola, am I right?" The girl hesitated and fumbled around with her fingers before slowly nodding, the grip on her instrument tightening. She suddenly felt afraid; it was getting dark and Russell was asking questions about her. What if he asked where she lived? Where her parents were? Or even worse... what if he asked where she got her instrument...?
Viola's throat caught and she let out an average cough; hiding emotions were one of her best talents. She couldn't ever outwardly admit to stealing something... what if he took her to the authorities? (Despite the years since the thievery took place.) But then again... she couldn't vocally admit it anyways. Unless he asked the question head-on.
She let out a sigh of relief and lazily leaned back onto her soft palms. The bindings around her wrists swayed in the soft Spring breeze. Viola suppressed a rough shudder enough to reduce it into a shiver.
So now he knows her name. But would they ever meet again? As darkness loomed just on the edge of the Horizon, Viola felt the pressure of her curfew coming. Slowly pulling herself up, Viola dusted off her pants and self-consciously fixed up her shirt. Picking up her viola and bow in one hand, she looked sadly at Russell- not wanting to leave.
Viola bit the bottom of her lip and looked down. Pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, the girl shyly lifted her finger to point at the ever-darkening sky, then made walking-away gestures with her two fingers. Taking a last look at Russell, Viola bit her lip harder and shook his hand quickly before running off through the sandy beach until she made it to the forest. Stopping to adjust her viola in ready-position, she began to play the same sad song she had at first, continuing the song until she was at the door of Red Mount Orphanage. Placing a hand on the large door of her 'home,' Viola released a long sigh and pushed open the door.
She placed her viola and bow in it's usual- under her bed. Slipping onto the cold mattress and pulling the thin covers over her body, Viola's hazel eyes stared vibrantly out of a window perpendicular to her bed.
Tomorrow, she would return to Ciroc Docks.[/color] ((I hope it's not too rushed out or anything. I figured that I was stretching the day too long >_<. I feel bad for leaving Russell o'er there. But who knows, I don't play him. Maybe he followed her, or maybe he was happy she left. *Pets Russell* Vee shall meet aga-- Urr... Viola and chu veel meet again soooooon! x3 )) [/blockquote][/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table] |
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Post by Erinland on Apr 30, 2011 0:04:48 GMT -5
Russell watched Viola carefully as she stood up. She looked as if some turmoil was twisting her thoughts. His nose, more sensitive to human tendancies since becoming a shifter, caught a faint hint of fear from the girl. He didn't stand, for fear of startling her more. She pointed at the darkened sky and walked her fingers. Russell smiled up at her, trying to be the picture of ease. She apparently had to go. The girl shook his hand quickly, and left the dock, flitting across the sand and out of sight. Russell stood up and watched her go, wondering what had upset her. He sighed and leaned back on the dock post. He would've offered her a ride to wherever it was she needed to get to, but maybe that was in bad taste. He would watch for her the next time he visited the docks. She was a mystery. Russell liked mysterys. He made is way back toward the parking lots and climbed into his old white Ford. as he fumbled for his keys, he remembered the bracelet, the one he'd bought in the side shop. He searched his pockets but couldn't find it. Annoyed, he jogged back down to the darkening dock, looking for the brown paper bag it had been in. He thought to ask someone if they'd seen it, but there was no around. He growled at his clumsiness for losing it. The wind had most likely blown it far away by now, stuck in the sand or the water. He plodded back to the truck, feeling rather put out, as he'd spent ten bucks on the stupid piece of crap. Well, maybe some kid would find it, and it would make their day. That thought was nice, and he pushed it out of his mind as he reved the truck's engine and started for his aunt's. |
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Post by DA VINCI~ on May 5, 2011 18:13:02 GMT -5
Viola looked longingly outside her window as her ears were filled with the commotion of sunrise. As the children, teens, and adults bustled around the large bedroom-corridor, the girl stood isolated in a corner, staring out of glass which proved to be one of the many obstacles between her 'home', and freedom.
It wasn't so much that she wasn't thankful for the warmth, food, shelter and care that was provided but it just felt a little ... restrictive. She would wait until it was 1:00pm, the legal time for leaving the grounds before returning by curfew.
Breakfast went by as usual, and by the time the clock's handle had reached the One, Viola burst out the door with her instrument in hand.
Being careful not to seem conspicious, she walked with fair pace and some-what near other people. Her bare feet touched the warm side-walk ever-so gently as she flitted her way through, and into the little wall of forestry that concealed the Ciroc Docks.
Giving a shy, little wave to the ever-present fisherman, Julian, Viola walked calmly to her usual spot at the very end of the dock.
However, something was a little off. Instead of conjuring up tunes, melodies and rhythms, the girl's mind was only set on one thing...
Russell...
Viola gingerly bit her bottom lip as she tried to rid her mind of the kind boy.
And what of the false hope in her brain? What of the little voice that kept saying that he'd be back with a smile? It wasn't like they had known eachother for very long. And it was highly unlikely that he'd even remember her, after a whole 12 hours. There was no reason for him to retu--
Viola's thoughts came to an abrupt stop as something tickled the side of her bare ankle. She nearly jumped off the docks, but managed to compose herself quick enough to bend down and investigate.
Right by her was a lonely, crumpled, brown bag. Placing herself comfortably on the ground, she eyed the bag curiously. "I wonder if there is anything in it..." the temptation was almost too great... almost. Viola resisted the oppertuinity and merely picked up the bag to place it somewhere further from the dangers of the dock's edge. As she picked it up, a jingling sound filled her ears, and delight filled her mind.
Giving a small shake, the jingle re-sounded. Finding the famous tune 'Jingle Bells' in her memory, Viola gently shook the bag to the tune. She giggled softly; it reminded her of the days before she had her precious viola; when she had but an elastic band, and plucking it was her form of making music.
Placing the bag safely away from the dock's edge, she suppressed her curiosity and settled for staring out into the ocean; knowing that her early arrival at the docks would not allow the playing of her instrument. (As it would bring too much attention.) Smiling, Viola couldn't help but let her thoughts go to the brown, paper-bag.
((Coding will come later. Sorry for taking so long.))
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Post by Erinland on May 6, 2011 2:34:15 GMT -5
Russell strolled casualy out of the school doors and made his way towards the parking lot. His old backpack was slung loosely over one shoulder, as one of the straps was broken. He was glad to be done with school for the week, he now had two days to do as he wished. He could hear the sounds of the other kids, some waiting for buses, others heading for their cars or loitering in the parking lot. He suddenly heard feet pounding the pavement behind him. Someone was jogging towards him. He didn't turn around until he was sure of their distance. Humans couldn't hear as well as he could. He took notice of tiny things like that. He moved in time to see Hannah Jameson comming to a stop beside him. He didn't know what she could possibly want. He knew Hannah, they were both seniors, and had been in the same classes before. They didn't talk or hang around with each other's social groups. Hannah was a basketball cheerleader or something. He hung around with three other guys, Jeremy and Kyle, two less than popular book enthusiats like himself, that he'd known since kindergarten, and Fergus Pryor, who he considered his best friend. The football cheerleader's were known for being rude and snobbish, but Russell didn't know if basketball cheerleader's were the same. He quickly decided he didn't particularly care. Hannah was short, but pretty. Her hair was light brown, but she'd had blonde streaks put into it. It was pulled into a ponytail that was tied with a ribbon. Russell looked at her, his brow arched. "Russell?" She said, even they were already facing each other. Russell didn't say anything, but raised his brow's higher as a silent way of asking what she wanted. "Hey, you know me right? I'm Hannah." Russell nodded. "Sure, I know you," He said, wishing she would hurry. She smiled, looking ridiculously perky. "So . . . There's this dance soon, it's a girl's choice dance, you know . . . I was wondering if you'd like to be my date?" Russell was firstly surprised at the event of the dance, as he hadn't known a thing about it. Secondly, he was surprised Hannah had asked him. His friends had often told him that girl's considered him 'hot' as they'd put it, but that he was too loner-ish for most of them to make any advances. Russell figured Hannah must have a high opinion of herself, high enough that she thought even reclusive Russell couldn't say no. He blinked slowly as she looked smugly expectant, as if she'd done him a big favor. He shifted his bag. "Sorry . . . Hannah? I'm afraid I don't dance." He smiled handsomely, and turned toward his truck. As he climbed in, he glanced in the mirror to look where he'd left Hannah standing. She stood there, her mouth open and her face angry. No doubt she'd spread nasty rejection stories about him. Russell laughed to himself and waved to her as he pulled out. He smiled and turned up the radio, which he listened to all the way to the docks. He strolled down the sidewalk towards the docks, once again glancing in the windows of the shops. He turned quickly to the docks, wanting to have one more look around in the daylight for the brown bag that held the bracelet. But more than he let himself realize, he wanted to see her again. The mysterious Viola. And as if in response to his thoughts, he saw her. She was there as before, on the end of the dock. He made his way through the crowd, as there were much more people around, and weaved his way around them. Unfortunatly, Russell was unable to watch the placement of his size 12 feet, and tripped,landing on his face a few feet from Viola. He made a muffled "OOOF!" He finally brought his arms out in front of him. He slowly pulled himself up, and sat tiredly on his knees, his jaw jutting out because he felt like punching himself. "Hey," He said dully, annoyed with being balanced challenged. He wished being a shifter had altered that part of his human life. Good job, Russell, He told himself, now she knows you're a hopeless clutz. He wiped a hand across his face, replacing his scowl with a smile. "I'm a real disaster." He joked. "I don't have your grace." ((so long...I'll make it pretty later)) |
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