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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 21, 2009 18:13:48 GMT -5
Her elbow twisted faster as her fingers touching the strings at a faster rate. Even the way she moved the bow quickened, as if she was near the climax of the story. The fear and confusion was turned into rage, the story sharp, the sound was getting sharper until in an instant it slowed. Rayne's lips in a small smile, her eyes shut, her humming slowed down. The rage behind it all had resulted in a bitter end, the ending was depressing, sad. Representing the downfall of what rage brought. Rayne had always believed this, that rage would bring even the strongest man crumbling to a bitter end.
Rayne's bow ended on a long note. She pulled the bow slowly until the sound completly faded and looked up, she wasn't good at listening to peoples views on her music. Most thinking it was disturbing, because they couldn't see the story behind, but only the angry and depressing sound. Not understanding the meaning of it all.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 21, 2009 18:21:27 GMT -5
The painting turned red and dark, much like an early morning storm by the ocean. It was scary and yet something tranquil about the natural aspect of it. When the music slowed the storm ended and faded to grey clouds with the blue sky peeking out. The sun, not yet making an appearence, and although the picture ends dark, a person might be able to tell that when given time the sun might peak over the horizon and might settle it all. In the meantime everyone was recovering from the storm.
Melody was pushed back into reality when the music ended. She coud picture this painting as clear as the earth in front of her. Once the music had faded to a complete silence did Melody say something.
"Wow, that was...amazing." No other word could describe it except for maybe the word inspiring.
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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 21, 2009 18:30:40 GMT -5
She bit her lip. Waiting for the usual 'what the...?' or no comment at all. The response she got was very different and Rayne's brow arched. She supposed, there was a first time for everything. "Thank you." she said, wondering if Melody would be one of the few to catch the meaning of her music.
Relaxed, she leaned forward and opened the Cello case. it was enough for today, she could always sneak out and play at night... she heard most of the creatures were nocturnal, so she wouldn't be bothering them anyways.
With her fingers on the pegs, she quickly loosened the strings on her cello and placed it gingerly in it case. She placed the loosened bow in and shut the case gently. Pulling out her wand, she tapped the case and two clicks were heard.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 21, 2009 18:38:18 GMT -5
Melody was confused by the way Rayne had thanked her. It was almost as if it was unusual for someone to think her music was great. As she watched Rayne pack up her cello, she couldn't help but to wonder why she would play such harsh music. Sure it sounded amazing, but what led her to play like that? Could it be something happening in the past? Or maybe it had just come out like that and she had kept with it?
"Your welome," Melody said, "Have you always played like that?" It seemed so strange that this soft spoken person would be playing with such a volume and sharp story perhaps and yet, since it sounded increble, she had no complaints.
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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 21, 2009 18:43:37 GMT -5
"I'm not completly sure by what you mean." she said shrugging. For as long as she could remember, most of her music consisted of very different sounds. Upbeat and depressing, sharp and tranquil. With every sound, there was a contrasting story, as if what was usually accepted as sadness being slow, her sadness showed the more sharp and upbeat side of it. "My music varies, the influenced come from several different backgrounds." she shrugged, she couldn't verbally explain her music, it usually explained itself. It was for these reasons she didn't speak a lot, she allowed her music to speak for her.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 21, 2009 18:51:19 GMT -5
Melody nodded her head, what Rayne had said had pretty much answered her question. Thinking back to the music, Melody filled in the gap herself while replaying it in her mind. How lovely it must be to create that sort of abstract beauty. Or rather, not abstract more tangent really.
Suddenly Melody was at a loss of words. She didn't really know what else to say. Thinking off the top of her head she asked, "So, do you play here a lot? Like in this area?" If so, Melody wondered if maybe one day if she got her paints back she could paint something while Rayne played. That is of course, only if Rayne didn't mind the company.
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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 21, 2009 18:55:05 GMT -5
She shrugged, she hadn't really found another place to play. Maybe, if she toured the school a bit more she would find another place. "Yes, I suppose I will." she looked down at the case, a hint of a smile was there just for her love of the cello.
Rayne wondered why melody asked, but ti wasn't that important, some people just asked out of curiosity, or just to avoid silence. Rayne wondered why people were like that here, they seemed to always need to talk, as if silence was bad, looked down on.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 21, 2009 18:59:55 GMT -5
"Would you mind if I er, when I get my paints came to join you again? Maybe I could paint while you play? That is if you're okay with it. I would want to infringe or impose." Those words were harder to say than she thought. Perhaps it was because Melody knew that if the same question was asked of her, she probably wouldn't say yes. But, like most things, it was worth a try to ask.
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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 21, 2009 19:06:53 GMT -5
Now that was very different. Never in her life had she been asked such a question. People usually commented on her music and moved on, nothing more, nothing less. "If you wish to do so, I cannot decline." she said with a small bow. Her parents had always said the best way to express acceptance was through respect, those lessons were drilled into her head and way of life.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 21, 2009 19:13:43 GMT -5
Melody smiled before she could stop herself. Now, all she needed to do was to get the paints somehow. She was pretty sure her father still visited the house occasionally so getting them wold not be a problem. It was getting in touch with her dad that would be the main trouble.
"That would be wonderful. Once I get my painting gear I'll come over and paint. Thank you." She said the thank you in a quieter, more meaningful way. It meant a lot that she could do this. Seeing as at first Rayne didn't seem to be interested in company.
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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 21, 2009 19:27:43 GMT -5
Rayne nodded and slowly stood up, knowing her parents would send a letter to her dorm soon. She wanted to reply as soon as possible, knowing that if she didn't, they would come to the school just to check on her... something she didn't want. "Alright then. I'm sorry but I must leave you, I'm sure we will meet up soon." Rayne knew she would grow to like Melody. Although it was hard to gain Rayne's friendship, securing it was a good thing, her loyalty to her friends was something Rayne prioritized. "Thank you." she said bowing.
Rayne picked up her cello case smiling to Melody. She turned around and walked back towards the castle, at ease and completly satisfied with how the day turned out.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 21, 2009 20:59:48 GMT -5
Melody returned the smile, "Ok. And I'll see you soon I hope!" She waved goodbye as Rayne walked away and for a moment Melody was satisfied with how it went. Normally she screwed up everything but this time she was glad that perhaps she had gained a friend. After a second Melody realized that she had to write to her father! Those paints wouldn't walk here after all. So, she got up and went up to the dorm to write a letter.
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