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| Isabelle | Apr 4 2014, 03:18 AM Post #1 |
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(This thread is set before Christmas Eve - Bambi is currently in year 3 of high school.) What a surprising turn of events. Perhaps she was out of her mind, seeing as end of year examinations were just around the corner of the Winter break. After all, what other madness could have brought her back to the ones who banished her from this room? They, being in charge of the club she was in, had regretfully told her she couldn't practice with them anymore. The school's The sun was setting on the music room, projecting a grid from where the window's shadow stretched across the floor. Other instruments remained untouched on the other side of the room: parts of a drum which would probably make a set if you assembled them together, an unplugged electric guitar standing flush against the chalkboard, on a shelf were some stray clappers for the enthused but talentless, and lastly, a large piano. It stood like a majestic swan, hood raised up like a magnificent black wing. Bambi hated it. That full bodied sound whenever someone struck a key while she was standing right next to them. That echoing ring reverberating off of every component within that arrogant bastard of an instrument - it was enough to make her want to skip music class, let alone, band practice. Standing directly opposite and facing the empty seat, the slender school girl pressed her bottom lip into her top while clenching onto her bow. Then, despite the school being virtually empty, a soft high-pitched cry projected throughout the music room. The word 'cry' was used, but it sounded more like a long and drawn out wail. The shrill and penetrating violin was a mournful sort of song maker, wasn't it? As the lone school girl played a high note, she closed her eyes. Not to get a feel for the sound, no, but to brace herself for impact should the note fly astray. To the uninitiated, her song might be able to impress. But to the finely tuned ears of a musician, Bambi was taking a good piece of music and doing a pretty good job of ruining it with her passionless recital. Who cares anyway? Its not like anyone is actually here. She held back her bitterness and carried on with the song while holding a rigid posture and clenched teeth. Edited by Isabelle, Apr 4 2014, 05:16 PM.
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| evilpizza_626 | Apr 4 2014, 06:38 AM Post #2 |
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With someone as spatially aware as Kasumi Hamasaki it was a wonder how she could actually get lost around Taiyoutono, now well into her second year. It was not space that she got lost in it was time. It was not track day, she was sure of that, but what of the other sport she had picked up with the odd meeting location. Her pattern of the days had regressed back to when swimming was still active though it was now too cold for that. In truth there were not any after school clubs or teams today. There would not be with the school this empty. The association was lost on Kasumi when she was before the door that she had not entered before but it seemed familiar. There was a cry within, music that was cringe worthy to other ears. And Kasumi did not have the excuse of water trapped in her ears. The lanky form of Kasumi Hamasaki (at class two) was about twenty five centimeters shy of being two meters tall. This crescendo at the end of her growing phase made her stretched out, not skin over bone thin but her body mass yet to fill out related to her extra height. And the suggestion was there that a few more centimeters might creep on. Though with those legs it was a wonder she did not wobble like a sandhill crane. Kasumi appeared to be too unreal to manage to move properly at all, let alone gracefully, but that was to anyone that had not seen her in the water. She was half undressed in the anticipation for the swim meet that was not to exist. There was a towel around her neck and her age outdated pink goggles on her forehead. Her feet bare. Though swimming was now forgotten again as Kasumi was taken in with the surreal sound from the music room. |
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| Isabelle | Apr 4 2014, 09:03 AM Post #3 |
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Despite setting out on the path to the swimming center there wasn't any wonder that Kasumi Hamasaki's legs misguided her along towards the blanketed sounds of Bambi's fiddle. As she drew nearer, the whining of that high pitched instrument would grow louder, resonating clearer throughout the walls of the corridor. The violinist's playing was not unpleasant, but whether or not it was to be enjoyed was a different thing entirely. In place of the wavering highs and painful lows of the original piece, there was simply a muted bitterness behind each note - making for a dreary performance. It was not until finally, the tall visage of the other school girl appeared in the door frame, causing her bow to slip off mid-note and cautiously eye the stranger. As a lull settled between the to girls Bambi blinked her wide eyes slowly, finally casting the bow down to her side and taking a step forward. Perhaps the two girls were sizing each other up but eventually her long inky tresses and tall frame did eventually bring a air of familiarity to the average looking schoolgirl. Judging by her eyes, the swimmer looked as though she was in a dream, one could not detect a shade of malice or wickedness to that naive gaze. Had Bambi not noticed the pink worn out googles after seeing those broad shoulders, she would have surely mistaken the onlooker for a male. But perhaps the most striking observation was that she was wearing a rather revealing ensemble: her black one-piece was barely visible in places that her clothing didn't sit correctly, (perhaps due to an undone button) or simply because she was missing a garment or two. Her lips finally moved, swallowing something in her throat in preparation to speak. "Well." Her voice was of a soft variety and perhaps a little hoarse. It was as though a kind of enchantment was present in even the most banal word Bambi uttered. But that was all she said. And without hesitation, Bambi began to pack up her violin into its casing. But for all her dainty demure and air of sophistication, anyone could see that she was not being very gentle with her instrument at all. Edited by Isabelle, Apr 4 2014, 09:08 AM.
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