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Post by Claude 'Stormy' Miranda on Mar 6, 2010 16:38:57 GMT -5
Stormy set her violin down on the ground, leaning it up against the wall because she hadn't an official stand for it yet. She was in her small recording room, that she basically jacked from Academy staff and claimed as her own. For a week or two they tried to get her out of it, but because she started being a good student and keeping her grades up and Kavik in check, they let it slide. Now she had her own key, a lock, and a sign that said Claude's Recording Studio. She really wanted a sign that said Piss off, she was going to make one and hang itup anyways, but she figured the tutors wouldn't like that. So she didn't.
She was fully recording her own version of Comatose by Skillet. There were some small violin parts, probably mostly keyboard or computer generated, but she played the part by a real violin. In her room she had a guitar, a bass, a piano and a keyboard, a violin, a drum set, and a microphone, all of which she could opperate on her own. Drums, so far, were the easiest for her to learn. She could be having a perfectly good day with recording nice and alone, but there was a little annoyance constantly yanking her from her musical, insular time.
There was a particular student at the Academy named Terry (she didn't give a rat's ass about his last name) who loved to try and piss her off. Terry had called her, on numerous occasions, humorlous ice queen, emotionless fortress, wicked bitch of the west, and much more. Basically he was doing anything in his power to try and piss her off. Why? Because Claude had not the tiniest shred of emotion in her to show, and he just wanted to see some.
Men.
So because he was a telepath as well as a shapeshifter, he was reading her mind and morphing into things that he saw in her thoughts hoping to strike a nerve. So far, he hadn't succeeded and it only meant that he was spending every chance he could get trying to piss her off. Problem was, he was starting to piss her off trying to piss her off.
Right now, though, she didn't have any thoughts running through her mind other than the music notes. All the instrumental was completed, and some of the vocals, she was just putting in the last bit of vocals because there were times that they overlayed eachother, so she needed about three different vocal tracks.
I hate feeling like this.
I'm so tired of trying to fight this.
I'm asleep and all I dream of is waking to you.
The original singer was male, and he had a pretty deep voice, so hers might have sounded odd compared to the original, but that was okay, she'd done plenty of covers before and they all turned out okay, so she continued to sing on.
Tell me that you will listen
Your touch is what I'm missing
And the more I hide I realize I'm slowly losing you
Comatose
I'll never wake up without an overdose o--
-Clatter, clatter...-
Okay, someone was seriously invading her recording space. She haulted singing when she heard a noise and looked about. Stormy's eyes narrowed upon discovering her door was slightly ajar. So someone tried to sneak in did they? Oh wait, she probably knew who it was. Pulling the headphones off her ears and setting them on the stool she was sitting on she stood and approached the door. As she stared at it she spoke aloud,
"Okay, Terry, I suggest you leave before you get what you've been hoping for.
She assumed it was Terry because, well, who the hell else would it be? Another person with a death wish?
[OOC: turned out a lot longer than I expected  OOC] |
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Post by rfracassi on Mar 7, 2010 16:28:53 GMT -5
Ivy knew the girl's voice was going to sound very harsh and annoyed, but she had hoped it wouldn't really. She was wrong...
Again.
What was the use of being a clairvoyant if she was being constantly disappointed?
None.
So, other than the occaisonal flash of the future, present, and past, it was easy to forget she even was supernatural. Oh, and the bit about moving things with her mind. Yeah...still working on that.
So, as Ivy walked supposedly into her new dorm room, she already knew that someone was going to be in there. She had half-hoped it would be a flash of the past, not of the future, when she saw the girl singing and playing her instruments. Again: WRONG.
Any other person would've recoiled and left the room after such a harsh demand, but Ivy decided to get the whole experience of being yelled at by a total stranger, and entered the room, using her hip to help her balance the box of her meager belongings she was carrying to open the door all the way.
She smiled, hopefully in the direction she had heard the voice.
"Hi...I'm sorry, but my name is Ivy, not Terry." Suddenly loosing all bravado, she she shifted her weight on her feet. "Um...I was wondering if this was Room 573?"
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Post by Claude 'Stormy' Miranda on Mar 7, 2010 20:34:41 GMT -5
Stormy turned to see, instead of the buck toothed brunette teenaged boy trying to torment her, a new student with dark auburn hair. How did Stormy know she was knew?
1) she was holding a box full of stuff
2) she asked for a dorm, which apparently she wasn't in.
Stormy calmed considerably, no longer having he will to age someone's nose off or stab them with a biocrystallized, Legion formed weapon. Instead, she simply opened the door wider to let the girl out.
"No, this is my recording studio. The dorms are down the hall and to the left. 573 would be on the right side, about three dormatories down from where you turn."
Claude knew exactly where everything was because she hacked into the school root system and got blue prints of the school and she had an excelent memory.
Not wanting to talk anymore she simply walked back to her stool and sat down. Claude was ignorant of the girl's lack of sight, but, then again, she hadn't been one to make any type of friend or aquaintence in the past three years. |
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Post by rfracassi on Mar 9, 2010 21:24:49 GMT -5
Ivy could hear the annoyance in the girl's voice. She could also hear the mild relief. Obviously, this girl hadn't cared much for "Terry", and that she wanted to get back to her music.
Ivy nodded in what she hoped was the girl's general direction, said "thank you", and then turned around to leave the room.
Sadly, it was at this point that she missed the door entirely and ran into its frame, disorienting herself briefly and surprising her enough to make her drop her box. She then froze, not knowing where her items were, and not knowing how to get out. It's times like this when you wish you had some sort of cane or seeing pet or something.
It was also times like this that you wished you had something more suitable than a freaking box to hold most of your belongings. Horrified, she imagined what little clothes she had strewn across the floor of whatever room she was in, and probably in the hallway; several pairs of jeans, some vintage t-shirts and dresses, as well as some unmentionables. Also some of her most precious things, including several braile books and a clock, as well as an antique music box her father had given her before she left.
Thinking that quite possibly that her items could be quickly stolen, Ivy knelt to the floor, her small hands searching it for her items, particularly the music box and her clothing.
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Post by Claude 'Stormy' Miranda on Mar 18, 2010 22:09:32 GMT -5
Stormy felt kind of like an idiot, though not for herself. For the girl. She noticed now her books and registered in the back of her mind that the girl was blind. Well, that would explain the room mix up deal. Claude glanced out into the hall to see if there were any other students around, if there were then they could help her out and Stormy could go back to recording in peace. Sadly, there weren't, so she was stuck to play fifty-two-pick-up with the new girl.
Brushing her hair behind her ear she knelt down and stacked the girl's things back in the box before standing again. She made it in no particular arangement or neatness, but just did it out of common human reflex, the demon half not offering human apology or small-talk. Small-talk was really pointless, just people trying to fill a void of silence with worthless words that meant nothing.
"If you want I can walk you to your dorm, but that's all I'm offering."
Call her a bitch, but she had to be blunt. Usually when you offered the smallest thing to people they assumed they could ask more, and Stormy didn't want to be jipped into helping the girl unpack her belongies, hell, Stormy hated unpacking her own crap; why do it for someone else?
[OOC: sorry it took for freaking ever! lost track for a while]
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