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Post by prendanoite on Jan 2, 2006 11:56:26 GMT -5
Noel fastened and adjusted the several catches on her messenger bag and headed down to the auditorium, one long arm hanging by her waist while the other rested on the bag's strap around her narrow shoulders.
Once there, she peeked around a corner silently to see who was about. Noel knew very well that the auditorium was open to the school's public and that eventually someone would enter, but right now she was alone, which meant that she could practice. She didn't like the room that was originally intended for music; truthfully, it quite creeped her out.
She tossed a few thick black curls away from her face and walked over to the stage (assuming there's a stage in there). Reaching into her opened bag, she sifted around through its contents until she pulled out a random sheet of music that read 'Ding Dong! Merrily On High' across the front.
"Caroling again, I suppose." Noel said in her customary soft British accent. Although she was french, her accent had disappeared and had been replaced with a different one. She reached into her bag again and found a few more pages of the same song.
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Post by prendanoite on Jan 2, 2006 12:02:27 GMT -5
Noel sighed, cracked her knuckles, and rolled her eyes a few times. She had always found that rolling her eyes before singing helped her relax. It was a strange habit, but it helped, because she hated to sing in front of people and the fear of someone barging in on her was a bit frightening. She began.
"Ding dong, merrily on high, in Heav'n the bells are ringing. Ding dong, verily the sky is riv'n with angels singing." Her soft, clear soprano voice echoed slightly against the walls. Not seeing anyone enter just yet, she got a little louder.
"Gloria... Hosannah in excelsis! E'en so here below, below, let steeple bells be swungen. And io, io, io, by priest and people sungen." She had a certain affinity for old English songs, expecially the Christmas carols. A bit corny, she knew, but she thought them beautiful.
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Post by prendanoite on Jan 2, 2006 12:10:12 GMT -5
"Gloria... Hosannah in excelsis! Pray you, dutifully prime, your matin chime, ye ringers. May you beautifully rhyme, your evetime song, ye singers." She remembered the last time someone had heard her sing. She had started to hiccup for reasons unknown, which put her in a bit of an awkward situation. After the intruder had left the auditorium, the hiccuping had stopped. It was strange, VERY strange.
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Post by Luka Sanscouer on Jan 4, 2006 15:21:24 GMT -5
"Beautiful."
A voice said from the auditorium entry. A young man leaned against the side of the entry and started to clap slowly, but loud. "But I must say, that song is quite foreign from this world. Still beautiful, though."
Luka was known to be quite polite and over-complimentary, especially towards women younger looking than him. He stuck his hands in his uniform pants and walked towards the stage. He smiled and looked at her with a look that made it seem he wanted her to sing again.
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Post by prendanoite on Jan 4, 2006 18:19:56 GMT -5
"Oh!" The sheets of music fell from Noel's skeletal fingers in a feather-like motion.
"I, uh...sensed you coming. I thought I was just being paranoid." She laughed slightly.
"Thank you." She cast her blue eyes downward at her hands, which were folded together nervously over her lap.
"I can't sing things like that for too long. They make my head hurt something...quite awful." She laughed again. (bleh...brain fart. XP)
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Post by Luka Sanscouer on Jan 4, 2006 21:25:20 GMT -5
[Heeey, you weren't supposed to post until I finished it. ;-;]
He just continued smiling at her. "I see, then.. but you know, you really shouldn't be practicing your singing here. The music room would be a better choice. You can hear the voice better in there." Luka acted like he knew everything at the school and often told everyone what to do and what not to do.
He leaned against the edge of the stage with his back facing it, and jumped on and sat on the edge with his legs dangling. He started to swing his right leg and looked at her. "You should start a chorus group or something here."
[At least your RP skill don't suck. *hasn't RPed in a year almost*]
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Post by prendanoite on Jan 4, 2006 21:33:17 GMT -5
(Ack, sorry. I'm a bit new at this.)
"Ah. That room..." she shrugged, trailing off a bit. She tucked a stray curl under her ear timidly.
"That sounds like a good idea, starting a group. Perhaps I should...do you know of anyone who would be wishing to join? I haven't seen that many students or otherwise around here that were willing to sing."
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Post by Luka Sanscouer on Jan 4, 2006 23:05:06 GMT -5
['tis okay, I don't mind at all. I was lazy to finish it in the first place. xP]
He just smiled, "I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with everyone else's interests in the school. Maybe you should put up fliars or something?"
He swung his legs onto the stage and layed on his back with one arm over his forehead and the other laying freely on the stage floor. "There aren't many students this year for some reason. I'm starting the think that the one of the teachers, Krieger, has been scaring them all away." He chuckled at the thought.
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Post by prendanoite on Jan 5, 2006 10:20:11 GMT -5
"Flyers, yes. Of course...Krieger terrifies me! I usually have to sit in the back of his class so that he doesn't see me shaking." She shuddered theatrically and sighed.
"I've been here for a few years, and he still terrifies me. I suppose, it must be hard to get used to having him as a teacher." she said, pulling a few music sheets out of her bag and sifting through them.
"Mmm...boring..." she muttered, putting them back in.
"I should've brought something modern."
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Post by Victor Krieger on Jan 8, 2006 11:55:26 GMT -5
A gun was shot into the auditorium. The sound was echoed throughout the room and Victor walked in from the entrance holding a handgun.
"Are you fuckers talking about me?!"
Victor heard his name in the auditorium on his way to the taverns. He wasn't wearing his usual teaching clothes but a white long sleeve sweater, some torn, blue faded jeans, and some black and white sneakers. His shoulder holsters weren't even on him, which was a rare thing to see, but he always kept a gun on him.
"The hell you talking about me for? Huh? Answer the question, you fuckers." He loved to use his interrogating technique. Fire a gun, and the bastard talks. Still not talking? Fire the gun at the bastard, then the bastard talks. One of the reasons why he wasn't a cop anymore.
Victor was ready to shoot at them if he they refused to speak.
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Post by Luka Sanscouer on Jan 9, 2006 17:19:29 GMT -5
"Ah!"
Luka was startled by the gun shots and jumped off the stage. He straightened himself up and bowed at Krieger.
"Master Krieger! I-I deeply apologise for speaking about you behind your back, sir. I promise you, with my life, that it will not happen again." Luka was deeply terrorfied of Victor, even though Victor was human. He started to sweat immensely, hoping to not be shot by him. At the school, he had already been shot sixteen times by Victor, each time hurt like burning hell.
Luka rose from his bow and stood up straight, similar to that of a soldier's. He looked directly straight in front of him, not even daring to look at Victor.
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Post by prendanoite on Jan 9, 2006 19:29:30 GMT -5
Noel shreiked and clasped a hand to her mouth, quickly dropping it to take the same hold on her stomach, which had lurched ominously when she saw Krieger.
"Master Krieger, I...oh, dear. I assure you, sir, I meant no harm nor offense. You see, I was practicing my music, and then he heard me, so we got to talking and..." she shrugged and managed a very shaky half-smile before picking up the sheets of music she had dropped and placed them gingerly inside her bag, slowly creeping behind Luka as if she was trying to hide . She was a bit puzzled, though. How could he have heard her? Was he outside the auditorium the entire time?
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Jan 9, 2006 21:00:30 GMT -5
"Victor, you stupid human! If you harm Luka one more time I'm going to hurt you so badly! I'll shoot you with your own damn gun," an enraged voice rang through the room as Meta walked in. She had heard the shot from the room above, even though the walls were of stone. "How many times have you shot that boy? Shoot someone else for a change, alright?! You always presume that you can hurt your students and anyone else you get ahold of!"
Looking Victor up and down, she gave him an evil eye, "You're drunk... aren't you? I suppose you just came from the Tavern?"
(Victor's gun = Loud. )
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Post by Victor Krieger on Jan 9, 2006 22:11:22 GMT -5
"I ain't drunk, Meta. I was heading to the fucking tavern when I heard these shits say my good fucking name." He wasn't yelling anymore. His voice tone had changed to a softer tone than his regular tone. It was one way to prove he wasn't drunk to people, especially to Meta.
"So..you want me to 'shoot someone else for a change,' huh? Will do.." He lifted up his pistole and aimed it under his chin, with his finger still on the trigger. "Good bye, dear Meta.." he said with a smile and then pulled on the trigger on his gun.
-click- ..no gun shot sound was heard. -click- Again, nothing. -click- Victor became a little peeved. "Hell's bells, no shells." He remembered, then. He wasted some of his bullets that was in his pistole at the degon stalls, shooting the most of the slower degons. Victor sighed, "God damnit.." He reached into his left pocket and pulled out a hand full of bullets for that handgun and started to load it..
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Jan 9, 2006 22:37:21 GMT -5
Meta rolled her eyes, "Humans. I ought to take away weapons or something. You stop that, Victor. You know we need you around. If you didn't shoot the students, you'd be a perfectly capable teacher. Actually, you're pretty good with what you have and you were only switched out because you shot the god damn students!"
Sighing, Meta looked at the two students, who's skin had been crawling from fear, "You two stay out of this. Go in a corner of something. Don't cause trouble." Returning her eyes to Victor, she continued her lecture as she started to walk up to him, snatching her hand out to push away the bullets. "No matter how irritating, I'm supposed to keep you from dying. So stop that. You know better, no matter what kind of human you are."
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