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Date Posted: 18:04:11 04/19/02 Fri
Author: Sora Downey
Subject: What's with Love?
In reply to:
daniel dunning
's message, ".fill the world with silly love songs." on 19:44:46 04/18/02 Thu
Already having been sitting in a seat situated far from the others at the Virlastyn table, feminine figure straightens at the first hint of music in the air. What was this? Indeed, 'twas a guitar as she thought.. Her own structured instrument leaned on the side of her chair as food was brought to crimson labrums, though there was no desire for eating at the moment. Silverware is set near her plate, dish remaining uneaten.
Slender, clean-nailed digits bring a few russet locks to rest behind lobes, and umber ooids search for where this music was coming from. At last, lass sights the player of the beloved instrument, the guitar. Her undivided attention rests upon that music player, listening with the such intent thought.. Voice box closes, allowing nothing to come out..
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.where's love? -- daniel dunning, 21:57:40 04/19/02 Fri
.digits curled back as final chord was played, feeling a gaze upon he as he lifted his own [gaze]. masculine found the ooids which studied him and nodded toward their owner before returning brief attention once more to the instrument residing across his lap. being a man [or boy] of few actions and even fewer words, he said nor did another thing that might lead to her believing he had otherwise acknowledged her. in truth is mind was reeling with the thoughts of any adolescent, that of paranoia and low self-image. and hence, he being not entirely focused upon the instrument at hand, played the wrong chord at the wrong moment, causing those around him to glance disapprovingly at the awkward musical nonsense suddenly sprouting from their temporary jukebox.
[ooc: okay...that only sucked a little...]
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In your Songs.. -- Sora Downey, 09:59:52 04/20/02 Sat
Noting that he might not like being observed while playing (which was the way she felt when playing), umber gaze drops to the table, pretending to find something so interesting about the table cloth's pattern. Ears continue to listen to his music, hearing the misplayed chord. Waves of refined russet spill about visage, making her face look small and tanned as umber ooids lift to see why he played a wrong note.
This lass was had very poor self-esteem since summertime had passed, feeling unpurified and sickening. Wound in her own imbroglio, female feels she could relate to this male. Slowly, her tall and slender frame arises fluently, yet undecisively. But, what did she have to loose? Nothing, in fact. She was rich, quite pretty, and talented, yet she had no friends. Most refused to become one because she caught most males' attention, though she desired none of it and shunned them off. Hesitant steps carry her towards him.
Her apparel was of a normal state. A light blue shirt that hugged to her chest (but she wore a sky-blue sweater/jacket to hide that away) and faded, blue jeans that were flared around her calves. Stopping once in front of him, effeminate tone slowly and unconfidently flees box of voice, "Hello.. What song are you playing?" Female thinks she said the right thing at first and then realizes that she forgot to introduce herself, "Oh, yes.. I'm Sora Downey.." Feeling like a fool, female hopes that the male wouldn't reject conversation.
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.seems never elsewhere. -- daniel dunning, 12:56:01 04/20/02 Sat
.complexion was flushed as he released the femme had approached he, gaze dropping automatically to his lap to await the ensemble of insults to the misplayed chord. as words met his ears, he settled slightly, regaining a sliver of confidence. raising his attention to she, he parted his lips to speak though found his mouth was dry. labrums were licked and throat cleared as a hesitant hand slipped through his hair. Oh...it...it was from Moulin Rouge...Come What May... .hesitated before raising his eyes to her once more. Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Downey...I'm Daniel Dunning.
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Maybe you Never try? -- Sora Downey, 18:42:36 04/20/02 Sat
A chair is pulled over and she seats herself in front of the male, a two feet or so away. Umber ooids curiously observe he of musical talent and she remembers her own guitar. She arises slowly and says, tone soft, "I just remembered.. I'll be right back.." Feet carry her fluently to her previous seat, snatching up her guitar as to avoid that who was already seated, not really holding any like for the male called Julian Emberson.
Returning to her seat, as if she wanted to curl up and hide from that taunting boy (Julian), slender digits clutch her guitar nervously. Russet locks flow about her pretty face as she replies slowly, "I play the guitar, too.. Anything with strings.. Or anything for that matter.. 'Tis a pleasure to meet you, Daniel.." Words are strangely confident, probably due to the fact that to her, anyone was better than someone who teased her and mocked her.
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.so many times, finally gave up. -- daniel dunning, 06:46:55 04/21/02 Sun
.mascul' watched the fem cross the hall to retrieve her guitar, softly strumming the strings of his own. his gaze was caught by her quick retrieval and avoidance of Julian. he frowned, studying her behavior as she returned to her seat before him. digits ceased to roamed over the strings as she spoke, features intent upon listening. he nodded at her words. I've also learned piano and violin, but I always return to the guitar.
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When ya Fall down, You have To get Back up Again.. -- Sora Downey, 09:15:39 04/21/02 Sun
Umber ooids are nervous as female senses that the male caught on that she disapproved of Julian. Lustrous waves of sepia-shade spill past pate as head is tilted forward, situating the instrument in her lap, not usually one to play before another. Slender, talented digits move delicately along the strings, a long and lonely note spraying from her fingers. Having been working on her own song, her voice gentley hums, it's tone low as of not to distract anyone from their eating or being idiots or whatever they were being regarded as doing.
Soft hum slowly comes to an end as digits wheedle their way along the strings, ending with another long and lonely note; well, that was what her song was about. Being lonely, teased, and tormented out of her mind. Crimson lips part, blowing the locks out of her eyes, peering at the male curiously. "I enjoy harps, guitars, mandolins.. Anything of the such.. I have a knack with strings, but I can do the rest, " Pretty lass responds, voice gentle. Her only confidence was in her instruments and singing, yet probably not much, for she hardly ever hummed, sang, or even played anything for anyone. Unless she found someone who seemed so alike with herself, but she hardly found that kind of company..
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.sometimes you break a bone or heart. -- daniel dunning, 19:09:20 04/22/02 Mon
.nodded his agreement, not giving another outward sign acknowleding her disapproval of the opposing male. Strings...seems to be the better instruments...next to voice of course. Though they are called your vocal chords. .soft smile was given as he raised his gaze to her, watching her fingers roam o'er the strings. hesitated before playing a chord and singing a few phrases softly and nearly entirely acapella. Every choir and congregation, every language, every nation together singing, then and now, "Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound? how sweet the sound." .strummed the final chord, and paused before plucking individual notes for entertainment. he had never been the best at conversation, never the one to keep a conversation going. perhaps that was why he stayed in the outskirts of groups, only giving his input when desired.
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Sometimes that Mustn't get You down.. -- Sora Downey, 20:35:50 04/27/02 Sat
Umber ooids gaze thoughtfully at the male, intent as he sings. She, in particular, wasn't exactly one for singing in front of others. It wasn't like the silent female was embarrassed it was just.. Well.. She just couldn't.. For those who actually have witnessed her voice, they can vouch for the fact that her voice is amazing, like no other. The part that was disappointing was still that she didn't share it.
Russet locklets brush her cheeks as her head tilts downward, gazing at the strings before hesitantly mimicking the fellow's tune. How strange.. Her fingers moved in unison to the boy's as if she were controlled by a something. How was it that she could just pick that up? Well, many have asked that about her and maybe more, but rarely did anyone know. Perhaps she had a gift of some sort? Made to play? Perhaps..
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