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Post by riverstone on Dec 22, 2010 23:32:26 GMT -5
River sat in the lounge his notebook sat out in front of him. He tugged at the hem of his stocking cap and slipped off his awesome Wolverine jacket. He smiled as he rooted through his bag and produced a sack of dice.
A smile stretched across his face as he began to roll for one of his new characters. This one was a halfling girl. She was to be a rouge with acute hearing loss. River always liked putting difficult characteristics on his characters.
the smile that had graced river's face faded some as he thought about his lack of other players. Back home he had many geek friends he could get a game together with. Man, had those been the times. a good quest would last days. the gang would go through hundreds of dollars of pizza for sure. his smile returned at the thoughts of old times.
Now would be a time when River dreading not having an Ipod. He was going to get himself one for his Christmas present and he almost had enough money. River was always inspired by musical and at the moment he needed a little help. He tugged on one of his braids that stuck out from under his hat. he looked at his shirt, lion king. this made him pick up his pen and begin working on the halfling.
He worked on her until he was almost finished. River soon realized he had forgotten her name. River scratched out many beginnings of names. non quite fit the character he wanted to make. This started to make him some what flustered and so he threw off his hat in frustration. The words "be yourself" staring back at him.
River began to clean his books up. he heard voices in the halls and he didn't want everyone to see him completely geeking out. He shoved his numerous notebooks back in his bag. He wondered if he had brought a comic book along so he could read.
After he put all his DnD stuff away River sought out something interesting to read. the thing was he had forgotten to put away some of his dice, not just any dice but his favorite, almost always perfect rolling dice. River dug his nose into an old comic book he had found in his bag. He had read it several times, but that never stopped him from reading things again.
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Post by alynight on Dec 31, 2010 18:07:24 GMT -5
 Aly wasn't having the best of days, especially since she had spent another Christmas away from New York City. Laying on her bed, Aly felt like she needed to shift. There was something comforting about being an owl, having the wide open sky to fly around in, and no one could really tell her what to do. It wasn't dark out yet, and it was just abnormal, being an owl during the day. Night was definitely the best time of day, and Aly was longing for the stars to come out. Just like there was something comforting about flying, there was something rejuvenating about the darkness. The only thing that would make the night any better was New York. No, not New York, but Juilliard. Aly missed that school, it was like her second home. Shifter Academy had nothing on that school, especially when it came to music, but that was obvious enough; Juilliard was a performing arts school after all. Comparing the concert hall here to the one at Juilliard was like comparing Justin Bieber to Mozart.
Mozart usually calmed her down, but Aly didn't have an MP3 player, and she was sure that she'd get some complaints if she turned her CD player up to the volume she would like it to be at. WWMD? What would Mozart do? Aly thought to herself. It was something she had gotten into the habit of asking herself, Mozart was her idol, the one composer she longed to match strides with, her favorite composer...composing! Yes, that would definitely relax Aly! It seemed like there were a lot of things that could comfort her: night, flying, Juilliard; composing was almost better than all of them, though. Aly reached over and grabbed her backpack, it had all of her blank sheet music and pencils in it, but when she had both and attempted to start, nothing came. She pursed her lips, annoyed, and tried adjusting her position on her bed. Nope, her dorm room was definitely a creativity stifler.
Standing up, Aly put what she had gotten out back in her backpack and slipped on her shoes. She slung her backpack on, and departed her dorm room with a purpose in mind. The lounge always seemed to be where she wrote her best compositions at this school, she wasn't sure why, but it seemed to have the best energy. The concert hall had a more musical feeling to it, but the stage lights were simply a distraction, plus, the lounge had very comfy couches. Aly smiled, it had been awhile since she'd composed anything, and a melody was already forming in her head. She replayed it on the walk there, adding some mental harmonies to it; if there hadn't been other people around, she might have hummed the tune, but getting laughed at for her lack of singing talent wasn't something she enjoyed.
When she arrived at the lounge, Aly had the piece mostly planned out, but when she had sat down, it all blanked on her. She groaned in frustration, and was about to leave and maybe shift, but something caught her eye. A kid, maybe a young freshman or something, was reading...what, a comic book? Aly really didn't care about that, but there was something near her that she'd never seen before: some funky-looking dice. Walking over towards the boy, she cocked her head and asked, “What are those?”
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Post by riverstone on Jan 1, 2011 18:37:04 GMT -5
River Barely noticceed When a girl walked into the room. He was far to entranced with his comic book. Which He was almost finished with. Wham! Pow!
"What are those?"
River dropped his comic book letting it slide through his fingers. He quickly picked it up and shoved it in his bag... embarresed. How could he have been so stupid letting people see him read a COMIC book. Exspecaily a beautiful older lady like the one standing before him... She almost looked angelic. He might be able to have something going for him here.
This girls smile was bright and her hair, amazing. River instantantly straitened up. One of his hands flew up to his hair and a smile played on his lips. The girl looked like she wore what was comfortable for her but wasn't afraid of having some flare. River liked that, agirl with flare.
"Oh... Those?" River finaly replied when he saw what he left out. He cursed himself inwardly. How could he leave those daice out. What if she would have touched them! This could have been a disater, someone could have ruined his dice. Oh, and they are kind of geeky.."Those are nothing... Just dice..." Well CRAP, River thought digging in his bag for his dice bag. I've already blown it here.... I'm going to be known as a geek.
"I collect them?" River said to the girl.. He already regreted it. Now, he sounded like a nerd too. He was really digging himself a grave. He found his dice bag and put it on the table. He figured he should try to sound a little more sauve then he had been... He needed to work on this.. He was really doing this all wrong.
"Hi, my names River. Yes River...." River said look ing at the girl whoi was standing there. He was such a fool, she didn't care what his name was.. He was a measly freshman. Plus he was a boy that was majoring in dance.... And he shifted into a BUTTERFLY. HE was the weakest guy out there. He had nothing going for him... Maybe if this girl shifted into an ant. Wait... Ants eat butterflys sometimes. Ya he was screwed.
River leaned over and began to place his dice int otheir bag. His smile gone because he knew this was going no where. He wished he had some players for a game... Maybe he could go dance or at least warm up. a few grande plies* usually cool him down.
"What's your name?" River had almost all his dice in their bag. He reached to pick up the D20** but he hit the table and it went rolling to the ground right next to where the girl stood.
"Wait! I'll get it!" River was up from his chair, hopong the pretty girl would not pick it up.
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Post by alynight on Jan 3, 2011 13:57:54 GMT -5
Aly knew she wasn't very good around people, she was aware of this, but this little guy seemed to be a little nervous, making Aly feel a bit more normal. See? she told herself. You're not the only one. Why was he nervous though? She wasn't anybody important...yet, but she would be. Right now, in this school, despite her tremendous amount of natural talent, she was a nobody. She swore to herself that it wouldn't be like that for long, though, she just needed to show everyone how amazing she was. That required actually talking to people though. She cringed inwardly, but she knew that she'd have to start with that. Her mom had been telling her that all along, that was why she'd gotten to go to that music camp twice, after all. Wouldn't she have to interact with people eventually? Did this kid count as a person though? He seemed so young, though maybe he was just looked really short from where she was standing, especially considering he was sitting down.
“Oh, dice?” Aly said, nodding; she was content with the answer, even though she had suspected that from the beginning. “They just have a whole bunch of sides,” she added. It was obvious enough, but speaking it out loud was more of a confirmation. What those dice were used for, Aly didn't know, nor did she really care. She had the answer to her question, but she felt like she had entered an actual conversation. Eh, she thought. For once, talking to someone was actually kind of nice, well, at least it was better than beating herself up over forgetting her composition. Who knew? She could get inspiration from this, though the chances of that happening were a little low in Aly's mind.
“Alchemy, well, Aly,” she introduced herself. “Watch for me when I'm a famous composer,” she hinted with a slight laugh, but she was serious about being famous. She was definitely warming up, just a little, and she hadn't made any serious blunders yet, other than showing how cocky she was right away. Oh, well, she thought. She jumped a little though, and felt on edge when this River kid knocked into the table. She took a step back, allowing him a little room to grab these funky dice. Whatever was so precious about them, Aly had no clue. It wasn't that important to her though, so she wouldn't say anything. She'd already talked a lot as it was, a lot for her, at least.?”
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Post by riverstone on Jan 10, 2011 15:36:25 GMT -5
“Alchemy, well, Aly.”
River barely noticed that the girl had talked. he was to worried about his die. He rushed over to pick up his die. he breathed a sigh of relief when the cool die pressed into his palm.
“Watch for me when I'm a famous composer.”
River snapped out of is geek world and re-entered the world with this beautiful lady. Grand, River thought, I was worrying over my obsession with a stupid die... While I could be conversing with this gorgeous lady.
"Wow really? What kind of music do you compose? I think that would be soooo cool! I work with music myself. We could work together sometime."
River tried his best to sound smooth and collected. he made his way towards his bag. He placed his die into it's respected bag. He stood up tall and was dwarfed by the girls height. He was a measly 5'4. He stuck out his chest,though, he
wanted to seem small but mighty. He was yet to have his growth spurt but he could feel it coming.
River had things working for him though. He had toned muscles and a smile to die for. He was young but intelligent and sweet. Girls feel for how cute and savvy he was. Well, he is.
Though, he had his faults too. He was ridiculed for his passion for dancing. Mostly by the males who had no brains. Those big hairy guys that had brains the size of corn kernels. Then he shifted into a butterfly. that helped a lot too. Real men turned into lions and bears.
Oh, and River was a geek. He liked flowers and had a flare for drawing and he did ballet. My! River had a lot against him. But , he had to live through it. River was a good guy and lived through to much to worry about bullies
River blinked away all the thoughts. He pulled his hat back on and gathered his stuff to seem a little more organized.
"You might find this a little odd, but I love classical and Broadway music. Weird right. I pride myself of being a non-typical male."
River smiled and started to lean on the chair he had been sitting on then remembered his height difference. He quickly, and a little to obviously, straightened back up.
"But, I can listen to water ever you compose trust me. I'm sure I can work with whatever you can whip up."
River let his smile falter. He knew the question would be coming. 'What do you do with music?' River would say he danced. Then the girl would laugh, think he was gay, or she would instantly adore him.the lastly had never really happened, but hey a little geeky guy could always hope.
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Post by alynight on Jan 14, 2011 18:43:41 GMT -5
Aly's insides just wanted to scream; finally! Music was definitely something she could handle, it was something she was much more comfortable with. If Aly had the choice, she would probably only talk about music. All music, all the time, would just be heaven for her. There was something...odd about this kid to Aly though. He seemed a little socially inept, maybe? Was there something amazing about those dice? Deciding to drop the subject of that, Aly wondered how old this guy was. It was obvious that he was younger than her, but he didn't seem too young.
When asked about what music she composed, there was instantly a reply on Aly's tongue. “Anything,” she said proudly, “Though instrumental is my calling, you know, classical mainly and such. I do most of my composing on the piano, just because it's a little easier sometimes, but the things I compose are mostly for orchestras. The violin is undoubtedly the best instrument ever.” Work together, though? Aly left her reply as it was, people had never been her strong point. Maybe, though, it could be a possibility; only if he was good, though, only if he was good. She couldn't help but smile though as she replayed, “...that would be soooo cool!” in her mind. Yes, yes, it was, but then again, music was always cool. There would never be a time when music lost its amazing quality. If that happened, Aly would die. Maybe not from shock, but, as harsh as it sounds, she'd commit suicide if that happened. Without music, Aly really didn't feel like she had a reason for living, at least, not one that she'd found yet to take the place of the best thing in the world.
A non-typical male? Was that a good or a bad thing? Having been around Juilliard for most of her life, she'd met her fair share of non-typical guys. You had your assorted gays, but they usually didn't take music theory, and there were also the nerds, and those who considered themselves “Bohemian.” Whatever this kid could throw at her, Aly was pretty sure she could handle it, unless he was one of those musicians who liked to smash guitars to look cool. Smashing an instrument definitely wasn't cool in Aly's book, though.
“What kind of things do you normally work with?” Aly asked, and added, “And are you any good?” There was nothing more aggravating than bad musicians, especially if they were like “American Idol” type that people usually complained about. Whatever “American Idol” was...
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