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Post by jasonleejacobs on Apr 3, 2011 22:32:35 GMT -5
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ALL I KNOW IS EVERYBODY LOVES ME
Jason found himself wandering around the campus, yet again. It was new, like a brand new toy ready to be ripped a part. He found himself standing in front of the concert hall doors. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head and smiled. This was one of his favourite buildings on the campus so far. The piano and the echoing reminded him of his home. Jay reached for the door knob and smirked at the thought of a piano waiting for him. His hands meet the cool metal and he let the door swing on its hinges.
There in the middle of the stage with a single spot light was a piano. He smiled and huffed as he closed the door. Of course… just what I wanted is there. Jason shook his head. It’s as if mom is giving me things to make me happy, again. He looked up towards the heavens and wished that she would stop. He wasn’t a very religious man, but he believed that she was there watching over him.
He made his way towards the piano. He threw his white and gray Hurley backpack down beside the bench and let his fingers drag across the ivory keys before he sat down. He started to play one of his mother’s favourite songs: On my own from Les Miserable. Each and every note was perfect, just like he intended it to be. He closed his eyes towards the end and really felt the music, jumping over any mistakes he made. The last notes were soft and gentle. He lifted his hands and placed them on his lap as if he was at a concert.
Jason sighed at the thought of his mother and the song. He opened his eyes taping random keys, just making noise to stop thinking about her death and his father’s reasoning behind it. It wasn’t my fault. You good for nothing beast. The thought was angry, and so he looked out into the empty theatre.
He licked his lips reaching for the keys, ready to sing along. With slightly different lyrics to fit him. Began to play it again, this time he played it directly for his mother. Looking up at the ceiling while he sang, he fought back tears as the song came to close once again, but before he could finish the concert hall doors opened and flooded the hall with light. He bit his lip nervously, hoping whoever it was hadn’t heard him.
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Post by charlypowers on Apr 3, 2011 23:34:55 GMT -5
 For the past few weeks, she had been doing some soul searching. The school year was drawing to a close, and she was finishing up her final projects and readying herself for the summer. She was unsure if she would return for another year, or whether she would stick around throughout vacation time and work on her portfolio--the island in the summertime was beautiful, with blooms and birds that never reared at any other time of year. Of course, Madagascar would be just as lovely.... Decisions...
One of Charly's most favorite places to sit and think was the high school's concert hall. She had never attended the academy herself, having transferred over for her college career, but she often visited the campus in order to photograph its students doing their awkward teenage things. Occasionally there was a musician hiding out in the building, which made her picture-taking that much more interesting.
Today, she could easily pick up the sounds of a piano. As in her shifted form, her sense of hearing was exquisite, and the sound was charming enough to lure her in to investigate. A curious primate, she made her way from the walkway to the wide doors that concealed the auditorium.
Charly Powers was a waifish thing, short and lean as a stick. A stiff breeze could easily knock her over. She approached the double doors of the hall, her retro Polaroid camera slung on a strap about her thin neck. As the doors flew open, letting in a brilliant stream of light, she was silhouetted slimly with her simple black tank top and flowing flannel pajama pants. She was no slave to fashion, and was often too tired to even attempt an ensemble that made sense.
Her eyes were just as finely-tuned as her ears; she could make out the most detailed facial features of the young man sitting at the piano on stage. His startled look was breathtaking, and with reflexes much quicker than a housecat's, she grabbed up her camera and snapped a photo. The old thing whirred and clicked, and eventually a piece of plastic rolled out of the forward slot; she grabbed it and shook vigorously until an image appeared--from where she had taken the photo, it was hard for the naked eye to make out anything about the pianist, but that didn't matter to her.
Wordlessly, she let the doors swing shut behind her, and she began to walk nonchalantly down the carpeted aisle to sit in a seat right up next to the orchestra pit. She pulled her legs up to her torso, wrapped her twiggy arms around them, and stared at the player with huge pupils. Her wiry brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun, accentuating the absurd size of her eyeballs. "I like that song," she said slowly, in English that was obviously not her primary language.
WC: 480
Tag: Katerina
Notes: charly doesn't get much action :3 I figured I'd let her loose.
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Post by jasonleejacobs on Apr 4, 2011 22:33:55 GMT -5
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ALL I KNOW IS EVERYBODY LOVES ME
Jason was blinded already by the light from the outside and he honestly couldn’t tell who it was, or what was really going on. He was disorientated and shocked. He began to rub his eyes, hoping it would help. He gave up and squinted at the figure, it began to walk towards him slowly and every now and then he thought it would pause to take another picture, Even though it didn’t. Well I could see why someone would want to take a picture of my glorious body. I have to say I am a piece of art work after all. I fell from heaven, an angel stuck in a mortal body. The thought was very self centered, it was normal for him. His eyes found the shadow and watched it until he could make out a face. He stopped biting his lip and watched her sit down.
It was a woman, very small, meek looking. Her eyes were wide and he just looked at her with a more composed look. There was a moment of just them looking at each other and then she spoke. “I like that song.” Her English isn’t very good, He noted. Jason smiled at her suavely. “Glad you enjoyed it.” Jay sounded surer of himself then he actually was.
The sound of her voice rang in his ears and he began to wonder about her. Maybe she is a student here… no she seems a little old… maybe a teacher or a student teacher? It could be possible although I have never seen her before. She doesn’t sound like she was raised here either although she does look American, in a creepy sort of way.
He was staring into her big eyes with a curious look. Now, he didn’t mean to stare, his mother had taught him better than that, but he couldn’t help it. Jason shook his head slightly and began to look at her other facial features. In the dim light it was hard to really see her face, but it looked like she had very defined check bones and lips that here naturally pursed in an innocent way. Jay smiled a little bit. This girl didn’t seem to be trying to do any harm; she just seemed genuinely interesting in what he was doing. “I could play some more of you’d like?” He asked gesturing to the piano with a wave of his hand.
TAG {Shlee}|WORDS {403}|OUTFIT {CLICK}|COMMENT {Took me a while but i got it done. I got this image in my mind where he is playing and she is just taking pictures.}|Everbody loves me by One rebuplic| there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0 |
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Post by charlypowers on Apr 4, 2011 23:31:54 GMT -5
 
Her head tilted slowly, her eyes unblinking as she watched him watch her. She knew very well that thoughts of how "creepy" she was were running through his mind--no matter; most people had them when they were introduced to her, and some continued to think as much after they had known her for years. Children from the village that she had grown up in, who had been her friends for years, still often commented on the ominous aura that she emitted at times. It didn't really bother her anymore. As for the stranger, he had one of those faces that you just expected everyone to like--he was pretty. She would take more pictures of him, she decided. Normally, she liked the subjects of her photos to be imperfect or overlooked things, but something odd was drawing her to this strange young man on that certain day.
Still never closing her eyes, even for a split second, she nodded in agreement with him and raised her camera in one hand. Her other hand rested atop her right knee, rubbing the fabric of her pajama pants between her thumb and forefinger intensely. "I'm going to photograph you," she informed him. It was not a request, or a question; it was courtesy for her to warn him of the flashes. Her mind was always whirring, always thinking. At the moment, she was ticking off the positions of each stage light, storing them in her memory for future use when she edited the day's work.
Formalities were in order, she decided at last after a moment of silence that most would find uncomfortable. The drawn-out process of saying "hello" and "my name is..." and responding to various questions about who, what, why, when, and how had always annoyed her in some small way. "My name is Charly Powers; I am 21 years old and study photography at the University. My shift is an aye-aye." And in a flash, she would have far fewer questions to have to answer in the future. If someone had to describe Charly, it would be with the word efficient. Efficient, or just creepy.
Her spindly fingers itched against the shutter button of the camera, betraying her secret impatient streak. Normally, she could have sat in that chair for hours on end without moving an inch, but on that particular day her mind was plagued by anxiety about the ending of the year and what the future held for her.
WC: 410
Tag: Katerina
Notes: nada.
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Post by jasonleejacobs on Apr 9, 2011 18:19:44 GMT -5
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ALL I KNOW IS EVERYBODY LOVES ME
You are going to take pictures of me? He raised an eyebrow at the girl, but shrugged it off and nodded. I don’t seem the harm in that. I mean taking a picture of me would just leave documentation of how sexy I am for future generations to enjoy. He smiled and looked to his side at the keys. He felt the urge to reach out to touch one, just to make some sound. Just before he was about to raise his hand, she spoke. She introduced herself and he was startled at how up front she was. That was a straight forward introduction. Ah well my turn. “I am Jason Lee Jacobs. I am Seventeen years old and my major is Vocal Music. I used to play the piano, and my Shift is A White Lion.” He ran a hand through his golden hair as he turned toward the piano.
Jason gave her a side glance and saw her finger hovering around the shutter button. “You can start whenever you like.” He lifted his hands once again and chose a song from memory. It was a haunting song, one that was simple; it reminded him of his life before his mother had died. Everything was alright then, perfect even. It really showed his life story. The beginning was sweet and soft and then struck a note of happiness and glee. It slowly turned into a tragic story about how his life had been flipped upside down, the death of his mother Lexi, and the painful beatings his father gave him. Yet, it was all so beautiful.
Jason couldn’t help but love the song and the sweet melody and the almost unfinished ending. He could continue and play coinciding notes over and over again and nothing would seem out of place. The ‘ending’ was played and he sighed. “Would you like me too keep playing? Sing maybe?” Jason asked as his hands lingered on the ivory keys. It was as if the teased him. They begged him to play them, to touch them, to help they cry out and sing their songs of joy, triumph, pain, sorrow and most of all love.
It was a funny thing, Jason loved love. Romance novels, the idea of having lunch near the Eiffel tower, proposing to the woman of his dreams as they lied under the stars. He really was a hopeless romantic at heart.
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Post by charlypowers on Apr 11, 2011 11:00:12 GMT -5
The fine hair on the back of her neck stood up as he began to play; it was haunting, and that comforted her. People had a habit of expecting her to be an ominous, unfriendly type of person, when in reality she was simply quirky and tired. Sometimes, she drew stares and whispers. Other times, people avoided looking at her as if she might poison them with one look. Over time, she had learned to accept that it would take a special person to see past her bug eyes and odd mannerisms, and just let it go.
As she snapped photos, it was calculated. Each time she clicked the shutter button, there was meaning behind the action; she wasn't the type to take hundreds of random pictures and pick the best out during a later review--she only took the ones that mattered to her. It took quick reflexes to capture things the way that she did, and in the beginning of her photography career she had missed hundreds of opportunities for the perfect shot; but as with anything in life, she became better and better, until she had an accuracy rate of near one hundred percent. Impressive.
Charly listened intently, still staring at him with those big eyes, as he closed up the song and played the last few chords. He spoke, and she seemed to contemplate for a moment before replying. "No thank you, Jason Lee Jacobs. Singing would make your mouth look too odd," she stated simply, fingering a small stack of photos that had rolled out of the Polaroid. "You are very talented." She was not trying to flatter him, and there was no emotional change in her face or eyes; she was simply speaking an observation.
"The school year is ending soon," she mused, her voice sounding distant. It was all that had been on her mind lately. Next year, she would be a junior at the University if she did not transfer, and would spend the year building up her portfolio. Truly, her apartment rent was paid up and she could live quite comfortably on the island for the summer, perusing around and enjoying the fauna and flora of summertime with camera in hand, but part of her wanted to go home. It really made no difference--people found her just as spooky there as they did on the Academy island. At least here, she had something in common with her peers--like this lion boy.
WC: 410...again! xD
Tag: Katerina
Notes: no worries kat.
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Post by jasonleejacobs on Apr 29, 2011 12:36:09 GMT -5
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ALL I KNOW IS EVERYBODY LOVES ME
There was no change of tone in her voice when she spoke to him. It was the same every time she opened her mouth, even when she was complementing him, but with that flat tone, he wasn’t sure if he could call it a complement. Even if it wasn’t a complement, he was going to take pride in it. “Well thank Ms. Powers.” Jason said with a small wink and smirk. Jason really was a natural at flirting, even though he knew she wouldn’t go for him or at least that is what he thought. Jason stretched out his legs and yawned happily.
He stared at the keys for a moment while she spoke. “It is true, the school year is ending… but it will be full of rewards.” He said as he thought about going back home to his father, but he shoved the thought aside. There was no reason why he should. Jason was perfectly content living here, the beaches, waves, babes, and the food was all great. He felt like he was being treated like a king here. It was as if his mother’s death was the best thing for Jason in the long run. If she hadn’t died maybe he wouldn’t have found out that he was a lion in disguise. Or maybe he wouldn’t have found out what his father was really like. Perhaps he would have never left the rebellious stage and he would have never been who he was right then and there.
“What will you do once school lets out?” Jason asked quite curiously. He swung around the piano bench so his back was to the keys, he looked out into the darkness not sure what to do. He couldn’t think of another song to play. He didn’t want to dwell on the past, but he couldn’t think of much to play a part from what his mother enjoyed. He placed his elbows on his knees and he his chin in his hands and sighed in despair. “I personally will just be hanging around here. Just hang around see what happens here during the summer. I bet it’s even more beautiful.” He looked over his shoulder and smiled at her. “Perfect for taking pictures.” He ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes in satisfaction. He had met someone new, let them hear him play and yet he hadn’t accomplished what he wanted to. All he wanted to do was get away from the thought of his mother and father.
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