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Post by Alice Ryan Rooney on Feb 18, 2009 13:44:38 GMT -6
"Lessons that you never learned, Like how to win a heart That never wanted you Well, that's a hard thing to do... Walk outside but the rain's Pouring, pouring down The colors bleed Straight from my heart."
Alice crossed out the second 'pouring' on the sheet of paper in front of her. She sighed in frustration and laid the pen back beside the paper. It was pretty frustrating to be forced to write and perform a song by a deadline, but wasn't this what she'd asked for by enrolling at Larkin? She shook her head and went back to the guitar. Lightly, she strummed a random chord on her guitar.
That gave her an idea- instead of the same old thing, like in every other song, she needed a touch of randomness. Like, a missing beat here or there, just to hold everyone's attention. Or a long verse and a short one, with a changing chorus... This could be great! Picking the pen back up, Alice added a few lines, from nowhere in particular.
"I can't keep from falling Faling, falling, down to where I don't know who I am anymore."
That was definately different. She never repeated herself, as it just wasn't her style. Sighing, Alice rewrote 'pouring' over the scribbles on the page. She may as well keep it different. She ran through the verse again, stopping to correct a chord that didn't seem to fit with the rest of the chords. That sounded much better.
As it was morning, Alice had forgotten there would be a class in here soon. She suddenly recalled the fact that she hadn't yet eaten breakfast, or even had a cup of coffee. Sighing, she laid the guitar down and began to gather the papers that were strewn out across the floor. Just as she was about to stand up to grab her shoes and leave, someone entered the room, causing Alice to drop all the papers again in surprise.
Damn, she thought, It's already time for class... Alice started collecting her papers again. But when she looked up, she was delightfully surprised to see that it wasn't a teacher who had come in. At least, not yet.
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Post by tomas kayden drew on Feb 18, 2009 17:28:30 GMT -6
Even the best fall down sometime…
…Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. Tomas walked down the hallway, his guitar in hand. He was in a surprisingly good mood considering it was early morning. He had never been much of a morning person. But, he had music class first that morning, and he loved it. He got a grade while being able to play guitar and sing? That was like heaven to him. Plus, he could sit in his own little corner of the music room and not be worried about being bothered by any of the other music students who were often lost in their own little worlds. Tomas had an issue with people…as in he had a hard time letting himself get to know people. He was really shy and soft spoken, and words didn’t often come easy to him. Most people tended to describe him as being ‘awkward’. He wished he wasn’t so bad with people. He was so bad that at times he’d freeze up at a restaurant when asked what he’d like to order.
Usually, Tomas was the first one in the classroom. So imagine his surprise when he walked in there to find someone else already there. The red-head girl dropped the papers she was holding when she saw him. He immediately froze in place tensing up. Damn, he thought. Someone’s already here. He just stood there, looking at the familiar girl, not knowing what to say. He thought he’d talked to her before, probably in one class or another. But, he didn’t really know who she was. So, he didn’t have a clue as what to say. Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, Tomas stood there wishing for his body and mouth to start cooperating with his mind so he could say something or at least move from the doorway.tag;; alice/open word count;; 296 ooc;; hi! ^^
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Post by Alice Ryan Rooney on Feb 18, 2009 17:38:58 GMT -6
Alice was relieved to see that it wasn't a teacher. It was another student, another junior actually. She thought she'd seen him around before, but didn't remember much about him. Except that he like music, but that was evident, considering he had a guitar in his hand...
Alice bent down and gathered all the papers that had fallen (again). She made sure the ones nearest the top were from her current project- or song- called 'The Aftermath of Agony'. The title had been a creation of her own. Odd, maybe, but not nearly as strange as some of the ones that her favorite band, Fall Out Boy, came up with. She laughed to herself at the thought.
After she'd stood up and laid the papers on a nearby desk, Alice smiled at the boy, with a curious expression embedded in her face. "Hey." After an awkward minute or two of silence, she continued, still smiling, and eyebrows raised, "Well, come in. It's not like I can force you out of a public building." She laughed gently.
"Alice Ryan," she said in a way of introducing herself. She quickly added, "Rooney." when she forgot to mention her last name. Poor boy, she thought. He was so tense and he looked kind of surprised at her being here.
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Post by tomas kayden drew on Feb 18, 2009 17:57:52 GMT -6
Even the best fall down sometime…
…Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. "Well, come in. It's not like I can force you out of a public building." Tomas smiled slightly at her statement, finding himself relaxing a bit. He moved farther into the room and placed his guitar gently on the chair in the corner he usually occupied. She introduced herself and Tomas found his voice seemed to have deserted him. After a period of time that was sufficiently awkward, he stuttered out, “Tomas Kayden…Drew. Uh, that’s my name. Uhm, yeah…” He groaned internally at his lack of ability to use words to his advantage. He had no problems writing things. He could write poetry that clearly expressed whatever he wanted it to; but, speaking was a whole other thing entirely…especially when it came to people he didn’t know very well. He could speak just fine with his close friends; but, he’d known all of them for years. He never could figure out why he had such a problem speaking to people. If only he could just keep writing…
“So, uhm…nice weather we’re having, right? I mean out-outside. I mean, since it’s not snowing. It’s still cold, but…er…yeah…” Tomas looked at his feet, letting his long hair hide his blushing face from view. He always seemed to be able to embarrass himself by stumbling over his words and talking about the oddest things. He didn’t know why; but, he often just felt the need to kill silence and would blurt out the first thing that came to mind. Unluckily for him, it often ended up being something that made whoever he was talking to laugh at his quirkiness again. tag;; alice/open word count;; 268 ooc;;
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Post by Alice Ryan Rooney on Feb 18, 2009 18:11:38 GMT -6
Alice watched, intirgued, as he stumbled over his words. And then she realized someone else who had been like that- Liam, right before he'd committed suicide. Of course, she hoped that wasn't this boy's situation. That would be awful. Nerves ran pretty high around here, anyways. So Alice tried her best to get him to open up. She had a great personality for it, too, because she didn't care what other people thought. That was the only reason she survived day-to-day at Larkin.
"Yeah, cold. About as great as bean sprouts." She laughed, hoping he'd look up at her. Actually, he was kind of cute, she noticed, blowing away a stray orange hair from her mouth. "So I take it you dig the music, too?" She asked.
After a second, Alice realized she'd have to do a lot of the talking until the boy opened up a little bit more. She remembered Liam and continued, "I write lots of songs, but I can't really write by a deadline. This project's killin' me. At least I got some words down. Hope I get credit for that." She looked back over at him, wondering if he'd say anything. She hoped he would. Alice leaned back on the big desk behind her and nudged her guitar aside with her foot.
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Post by tomas kayden drew on Feb 18, 2009 19:24:23 GMT -6
Even the best fall down sometime…
…Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. A smile slightly formed on his face when she compared the cold to bean sprouts. When she asked about music he looked up a bit, feeling that the red tint that had crept its way onto his face had faded. Then, she continued talking about how she wrote songs and her assignment. He smiled a bit more, seeing that she held a passion for her writing in her eyes. He could tell she was trying to get him to feel a bit more comfortable around her, and it was working a bit. It was nice, too. Most people who didn’t know him would just tease him or make fun of him for his lack of social skills. “I work better with a time limit,” he replied quietly. He’d always done better with a time scale. If he didn’t have one, he’d expand forever on what he wrote and it’d become either intimidatingly long or so complex it even confused him.
He had many notebooks scattered throughout his room and in his bag that were filled with complete lyrics, samples of incomplete songs, poems, and short prose. He wrote a lot, it was one of his passions. Plus, he got his words across better when he wrote them. “I like writing. It comes easily to me. Unlike talking…I, uh…I don’t always…I have hard time saying what I mean.” His music teacher often told him his shyness would be his downfall. The teacher said because he was so shy it’d be very difficult to get anywhere in the music industry. Tomas didn’t have any big aspirations of singing or being on stage, really. It’d be nice, and he knew he’d enjoy it. But, he’d be happy hearing someone else sing his songs.tag;; alice/open word count;; 290 ooc;;
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Post by Alice Ryan Rooney on Feb 18, 2009 19:38:27 GMT -6
At Tomas' first comment, Alice shrugged. "People are different. I'm usually the one that everyone thinks is crazy. But it don't bother me; I came through a lot'a hell to get here anyways," she mused, smiling. She would never forget her brother; he was a great kid. Just a little deeper than everyone else had thought. And that's what broke him.
She also recalled the past Saturday night, where she had been up until 3 in the morning trying to find the right words for his song. His song was called Never Walk Alone, and was the first piece she'd been able to write for him without crying so hard she couldn't write. Finally, she'd left most of the hard and bitter past behind her. And the bubbly personality she had now was so much better.
Alice wondered if Tomas was more of a writer or a singer. She guessed writer, but asked for the sake of someething to say. "So I take it you like the behind-the-scenes and all the writing. You're probably a better writer than me; it takes me forever to get a song going. I do like to sings them when they're done, though. I like singing in general." Alice knew she was getting carried away.
Again, she shrugged. She never said just one word. Which was usually a good thing, because she'd come to be more open and more likeable. Alice figured that her youthful enthusiasm had been the only thing she had been able to hold onto in times of crisis. It was magical; it was probably the only thing that had kept her from turning suicidal.
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Post by tomas kayden drew on Feb 18, 2009 20:01:28 GMT -6
Even the best fall down sometime…
…Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. Alice spoke with a passion about singing and Tomas couldn’t help but smile a bit. She had this energy about her that was contagious; but, there also seemed to be something deeper, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He could sense that there was something…something below the surface that troubled her. Behind the burning passion in her eyes that he could clearly see when she talked about singing, he could see a sadness as well, one that became more prominent when she was thinking. It was just further proof to him that people weren’t always as they first appeared to be. “Yeah, I like writing more,” he replied, his voice still soft and timid. “I don’t like getting up in front of people.” The thought of having to get up in front of people always frightened him a bit. He’d always had a hard time doing something as simple as reading out of a textbook in front of the class.
Tomas bit his lip as he stood there, not knowing what else to say. It was times like that in which he wished he already knew the person he was talking to. He never seemed to have a problem speaking with someone he knew. He could talk for hours with his best friends, and he loved to do so. Most people would never guess it though. In fact, most people tended to overlook Tomas. He didn’t mind, though. He’d rather be overlooked and ignored than have some nasty rumor spread about him. There wasn’t really anything for people to talk about anyway. Tomas never did much of anything that’d be of interest to the general public.tag;; alice/open word count;; ooc;; [/size
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Post by Alice Ryan Rooney on Feb 18, 2009 20:11:30 GMT -6
Alice nodded, thinking. Her eyes were gleaming and zealous as she considered some possibilities. And the whole time, she kept a smile on her face. That had been one thing she'd never been afraid to do- smile. For months after Liam's death, she wouldn't talk about anything. But she'd smile for all the good times she'd had with him.
Soon, a triumphant breath escaped her mouth. "Y'know..." she mused, still trying to form the thought into words. "If you ever need anyone to try one of your songs out, I'm here for ya. I'm always looking for some other work besides mine. You kinda get tired of your own mind after listenin' to it for so long," she shrugged to suggest that he didn't have to do anything.
Alice continued to think, but nothing came up. All she could wonder was whether or not he wanted anyone to perform his work. Some things were better kept to one's self anyways, and Alice got that. She got people, usually. All but one lonely kid who never said anything about his feelings to anyone, not even her... That was her only regret.
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Post by tomas kayden drew on Feb 18, 2009 20:31:05 GMT -6
Even the best fall down sometime…
…Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. He stood there dumbly for a little while. Nobody had ever offered to sing something he’d written…especially not before even seeing anything. His mind was screaming at him to say he’d remember the offer, but all he could do was nod. He felt slightly stupid at that fact. He hated when he couldn’t seem to cooperate with his mind. It was infuriating really. But, he learned to live with it. There wasn’t much he could do. He’d had people tell him that it was just his shyness and he had to get over it. He’d been put in many different situations that were supposed to help him with his shyness, but it didn’t work. So, he just learned to live with it, no matter how infuriating it may be. Tomas shifted his weight slightly as he said, “So…er…do you live around here or…or not? Uhm…yeah…” Tomas wondered if the question actually sounded as awkward as it had to him.
He hadn’t known what else to say, and he didn’t know when the bell would ring. Part of him told him not to sweat it if she thought he was an idiot or something. There was a chance he’d never speak to her again, so it shouldn’t matter. He didn’t want to not speak to her again; he just knew that logically with how big the school was and how he tended to be withdrawn from everyone there was a chance they’d never speak again.tag;; alice/open word count;; ooc;;
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