Post by ARIEL CAROL LORE on Jan 24, 2014 22:41:26 GMT -5
How did she choose to spend her long weekend? Visiting her old high school. Funny- she dreaded going here and couldn't wait to leave, but now she was returning for the weekend. Perhaps it was because she was facing a tough choice right now and she thought going back to a place of simpler times might help. How she missed being a minor sometimes. The safety of having a legal guardian or two, being taken care of, not having to deal with legal things an adult has to do to support oneself. High school was a rough and extremely emotional time, but good things had actually come out of it and she actually felt homesick for it. Not as homesick as she felt for Tennessee, of course.
That was part of her tough decision. She thought going to college in South Florida was her dream, but things always reminded her of Tennessee. She loved the beach, of course, and wished Tennessee had beaches, but the Volunteer State was where her heart still lied. Buried memories were starting to claw their way back to the surface of her mind, causing her heart to ache every time she relived the moments on her parents' ranch… When everything was perfect. So what did she do now? Go back to college in her home state? Or stay for one more semester in Florida?
She was tired of thinking.
She got her violin out of its case and walked onto the stage. After resining her bow she started a melody that weaved in and out between country and classical. Her body moved with the music and took her in its arms away from reality. For a few minutes, Ariel was home again.
Post by THISTLE KODIAK SNOW on Jan 31, 2014 1:26:20 GMT -5
MOOD: Cheerful, dizzy MUSE: None WORDS: Over 300? TAGGED: No one! OUTFIT: None Yet!
THISTLE KODIAK SNOW
Outside, wind rustled through the trees, but in the school there was a stony silence. Being a weekend, this was not overly unusual; still, the silence was eerie. A quiet reverie seemed to hang in the air, broken only by one heeled boot after another. Slender fingers slid along the walls. Slow steps echoed through the empty halls. A tiny brunette walked dazedly through the school, going nowhere. A candid smile was plastered across her face. She loved this silence. She idealized the feeling of an empty building and it seldom disappointed. She was happy.
A delicate melody reached pale ears. She paused, looking around her sanctuary. "What is that," she wondered aloud. Turning her head to try to find the source of the noise, she crept further down the hall.
Drawn by the sound of the violin, the petite girl stumbled down the halls of the school. She tilted her head this way and that, searching eagerly for the sound. She loved the violin. She'd wanted to learn to play, but her family could never afford it. She supposed she could still learn, but it seemed too late. Her nimble fingers were already stiff and calloused from climbing trees and catching baseballs.
There it was! She smiled in delight as she reached the Whittimore Theatre. She could hear the violin just beyond the doors, and so she pushed them open. They creaked slightly, as doors not used often enough tend to do. There was a girl standing on stage playing a violin. The beautiful music encased the brunette. Her head span from giddiness. She loved music though she wasn't overly talented at it. She used to sing in a school choir, but this and that had happened and she'd dropped out of it. She supposed she could probably still sing if she tried, though.
"You're beautiful!" she exclaimed brightly, "Or rather, more specifically, your music is beautiful. That's not to say you aren't as well, but the music is what drew me here."
Post by ARIEL CAROL LORE on Feb 18, 2014 22:21:57 GMT -5
Ariel was too into her music to hear the door creak. Well, she thought she'd heard something, but that thought was quickly carried away by more notes. Right when she finished the song, she heard a young female voice. She jumped slightly, not knowing anyone else was in here. She hadn't expected anyone to be here. When her eyes fell on the young girl, Ariel blushed at the compliments.
"Thank you," she said humbly. She was kind of embarrassed that someone had been listening, but she was also extremely flattered. After all, it wasn't as though Ariel had made anyone come listen. So why had she been embarrassed? Oh well.
The girl was strikingly beautiful, but Ariel didn't feel intimidated by her at all. She seemed to be either a freshman or a sophomore, but she could be one of those people who liked a lot younger than they were.
Before she began to feel awkward, Ariel forced herself to hop off the stage and walk over to the girl. She put the violin and bow at her side and extended her hand, giving a friendly smile. "I'm Ariel. I used to go here, but I graduated this summer and now I go to college in South Florida." She chuckled at herself. "And yet here I am, playing at my high school on the weekend. What's your name? Are you a student here?"
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: That sounds familiar. I used to be that way. I still am, but I've learned to let go a little.
Sept 18, 2013 22:33:39 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): Alec is too good to me, how did I deserve him. I'm such a perfectionist that I am afraid to screw up
Sept 18, 2013 22:30:10 GMT -5
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: Everyone screws up. I've screwed up so many times I can't even keep track, but you just have to pick yourself up and learn to forgive yourself which can be the hardest thing to do
Sept 18, 2013 22:28:38 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): Thank you so much Ellen. I know Alec is there to encourage me, but sometimes I feel he's put me on this great mother pedestal. I'm afraid of screwing up.
Sept 18, 2013 22:25:29 GMT -5
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: I wouldn't worry too much Emma. You're very maternal, something I never was, and I managed to do it alone. If you ever need to talk about parenting, I'm always here
Sept 18, 2013 22:10:52 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): I'm just worried about being a good mother. Since my own mother is no longer here to advice me. I just want to do her proud *nervous look*
Sept 18, 2013 22:09:25 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): well I think Alec will be worried when it comes to that age. He'll probably buy a shotgun and ward off any boy who comes a courting.
Sept 18, 2013 22:08:32 GMT -5
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: -laughs- you don't have to worry about that for a while. I told Victoria when she was going into sixth grade, but I think it also depends on the child
Sept 18, 2013 22:07:23 GMT -5