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Post by bowvalentine on Mar 7, 2010 0:14:36 GMT
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ His very first class was on Monday. He'd been around for about a week now, but it seemed as though Gunner had requested for him to have some extra time to adjust to his new environment. Bless his big, stupid heart. So, Bow had done some things to bide his time while all the other students were in class, like painting his room and multitude of colors, and then drawing blob monsters in Sharpie right above the kick molding. When that got boring or his Sharpie ran out, he wasn't which came first, he went outside and walked around the grounds, familiarizing himself with his new 'home.' Though, he couldn't say that he was particularly pleased with his situation. He'd been home schooled before coming here, he wasn't sure how he'd cope being around so many people.
He found the music room the Saturday night before his assimilation into the student body, while most kids were out in the town or in their dorm rooms. He hadn't had the chance to meet anyone since his arrival, not that he hadn't avoided any chances he got. People made him nervous, rowdy teenagers were no exception. There was no doubt that he would quickly fade into the background like he had at home, and he'd return to having only his monsters to keep him company.
As soon as he stepped into the room, his shoes came off. He didn't like to wear them, but he'd promised Gunner than he'd at least wear them in class. They didn't need even more reasons to think Bow was strange. He moved over to a guitar, someone else's, not the school's, no doubt, and picked it up. His own was back in his room, he hadn't really planned to come here. He ignored the multitude of chairs and sat himself down on the floor, humming to himself as he tuned the guitar. Popping his fingers, he thought of something to play, and he came up with this. He lost himself in trying to perfect his new song, wishing that he'd had some sheet music with him to write this down on... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tag: Sandy! <3 Words: 354 Tunes: It's Still Rock 'n' Roll to Me, Billy Joel
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Post by &&.andrew marshall. on Mar 7, 2010 0:55:12 GMT
andrew MARSHALL. california show me love get buzzed, let's get fucked up california so high we'll ride all night[/i][/center] -------------------- “I’ve, been abused, I feel so used, because of you, I‘m sorry, oh, I‘m sorry, no…” I sang to myself quietly as I walked towards the music block. I’d been in Richard’s - a fellow band mate - dormitory for the last hour or so, with the rest of the band, practising some songs. It was good, being in a band. Sort of… a vent, almost. Being able to put all our voices together and make amazing music was great. I hadn’t felt happier for a long time.
I was still wearing my ‘performing mask’ - like the one I wore everyday, but with the mouth cut out, so I could sing alright. I kept it in a secret place in the music block, near Charlie’s guitar and Laurence’s keyboard and all the microphones.
I stepped into the block, glad for the slight rise in temperature in the rooms from outside. It was beginning to get colder, from it being late October and such.
Today, I was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt with lots of pockets all around, and just one button undone. I had on dark blue trousers with a light brown belt. I had my sailor hat on as well, shadowing half of my masked face. And a bracelet. A small, yellow-green one with a few coloured beads hanging off of it. It was a gift from my cousin’s wife. It shocked me a lot. I’d never really talked to her when I’d lived with them, though she had helped with my home schooling, but that was back when I was eleven, and I was seventeen now. Though I usually dumped gifts into a drawer and never looked at them again, for some reason I was wearing this one.
It took me about another minute to realise somebody was in the music block. I looked across at them. They looked around the same age as me, though I hadn’t seen them around before. But that wasn’t what I noticed; the first thing I noticed was that they were playing on Charlie’s guitar.
“Hey,” I said, voice harsh and unfriendly. “That’s not your guitar, is it?”
WORD COUNT;; { three hundred and fifty seven } LISTENING TO;; { california, by hollywood undead } COMMENTS;; { the lyrics at the very start of the post (in the template, below the picture) are from california, by hollywood undead. the ones in-character are from my black dahlia, again by hollywood undead } MUSE;; { good }
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Post by bowvalentine on Mar 7, 2010 1:18:46 GMT
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ He'd been so caught up in his playing that he hadn't realized someone had come into the room. Usually he'd stop if he heard someone around. He didn't really like an audience. So, when he heard a sudden voice behind him,his fingers slipped and the guitar almost seemed to protest, making a loud screeching sound that left his ears ringing. He hissed at the voice's words, titling the guitar to make sure he hadn't messed anything up. It was right after all, it wasn't his guitar. S-sorry... I hadn't planned on coming here... is it yours..?"
Instead of turning around like a normal person, he leaned back to look behind him, his mouth falling open at the very sight of the person behind him. He'd half expected to see no one there, it wouldn't be the first time he'd heard voices scolding him for something he did wrong. Instead, he found a tall man who was slightly tan, and he wore a blue mask over his face. All that was visible was his mouth and his eyes, not that Bow minded. But he didn't really expect to see someone at the school to be dressed in such a way. And, with his mind, it wouldn't be a surprise to find that he was another figment of his imagination. So, he spun around on the floor, the guitar safely perched in his lap of course, and reached out, tugging at the man's pant leg with a quiet, "Oh..."
So this was an actual person, neat. He looked up at him with a look of wonder, not yet letting go of his pants. "Wow... Hey! I like your face, where'd you get it?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tag: Sandy! <3 Words: 281 Tunes: It's Still Rock 'n' Roll to Me, Billy Joel
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Post by &&.andrew marshall. on Mar 7, 2010 1:35:55 GMT
andrew MARSHALL. I stared down at him, waiting for him to stop. Obviously my voice shocked him, because his fingers slipped on the strings and made a terrible noise. I winced, but not just at the noise. If he’s done anything to Charlie’s guitar, he won’t walk for a week… ‘S-sorry… I hadn’t planned on coming here… is it yours?’
I shook my head. “No. It’s a band mate’s. And if you’ve damaged it in any way, well. Charlie’s two years below me and you but he’ll hurt you.” I couldn’t resist chuckling slightly, thinking of a fight between this guy and the rather violent guitarist/vocalist of my band.
I blinked slowly as the boy in front of me didn’t turn around, but leant back, looking up at me. Uh, odd, much? He spun around slowly, and tugged at one leg of my trousers. Swiftly, I took a small step back. I didn’t like people interacting with me, and that included being too close to me.
‘Wow… Hey! I like your face? Where did you get it?’
What the..? What a stupid question. Where do you think I got my face, idiot? I thought. Oh… hang on. He meant my mask. Gosh, I always got stuck with the mental ones, didn’t I? I shrugged. “It was made for me, by somebody in my family.” My tone of voice indicated he’d learn no more about it. Raising a slightly self-conscious hand to the sailor hat, I asked, “Who are you, then?”
WORD COUNT;; { two hundred and forty eight } LISTENING TO;; { young, by hollywood undead } COMMENTS;; { lalalala. } MUSE;; { good. }
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Post by bowvalentine on Mar 7, 2010 2:00:31 GMT
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Bow wanted to ask how he knew what year he was, but he bit his tongue. He supposed there were ways of telling, or he simply guessed. Either way, that meant that he was possibly meeting a classmate of his, and he was currently holding a guitar of his friend. Great. This was a wonderful first impression. He jumped up, holding the guitar carefully, and moved to put it back where he found it, treating it as if it was a newborn baby. "It's okay, I have one of my own, so I know how to handle them." He turned to look at him, looking serious, "But, I'll tell you what. If anything messes up, I'll give him mine. It's not as nice, though." He was honorable when it came to things like that. Besides, he'd just buy another one.
He nodded when the masked stranger told him about his mask, asking no more questions. "Oh, it must be really important to you." He figured, even without his tone of voice, that he wouldn't want to talk about it anymore. He understood that sort of thing very well, everyone had something they didn't want to share with others. "Ah! How rude of me, sorry. I'm Bow Valentine, I start classes on Monday." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tag: Sandy! <3 Words: 212 Tunes: It's Still Rock 'n' Roll to Me, Billy Joel
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Post by &&.andrew marshall. on Mar 14, 2010 17:50:58 GMT
andrew MARSHALL. [/center] 'It's okay, I have one of my own, so I know how to handle them.'
[/i] I nodded. It was good he wasn't just random kid messing around with a guitar when he didn't know the first thing about it. 'But, I'll tell you what. If anything messes up, I'll give him mine. It's not as nice, though.'Well, that was pretty nice of him. Even if he refused to do that, Charlie would get a new guitar for free no matter what it took. I smirked. Eventually, he answered my question of who he was. 'Ah! How rude of me, sorry. I'm Bow Valentine, I start classes on Monday.'A new person in the school... Great. Not. I hated new faces in the school, because they always were shocked about my mask and such. Well, everybody was, but it was worse with a new person. "Andrew Marshall," I said with a gruff nod. I sighed, and glanced at the exit, bored as anything. I wanted to go back to my dorm....[/blockquote] WORD COUNT;; { one hundred and sixty five } LISTENING TO;; { bitches, by hollywood undead } MUSE;; { oh jeebuz it's terrible } COMMENTS;; { ... meh. sucky post. }[/size]
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