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| Deleted User | Jan 5 2006, 09:48 AM Post #1 |
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Rufus cautiously poked his head into the Auditorium, checking to see if it was occupied. His last visit had definitely not gone well, and he had little desire to repeat the experience. It wasn't that he was afraid of hideous pain per se, but it was something he rather wanted to avoid if he could. The pain had faded rather quickly last time, but if there were a repeat of the incident, his tormentor might decide to use considerabley more physical means of pain. Finding the room to be apparently free of angsty, psychotic girls, he moved into the auditorium towards the piano near the stage. He had felt oddly drawn to the instrument during his last visit, as if he had been familiar with it but had forgotten. Given that he had no memories prior to falling out of a hole in the air in the courtyard, this was entirely possible. While being wrong on this particular count wouldn't be terribley major, he still would rather attempt it without an audience. He slid onto the bench in front of the piano, laying his hands tenatively on the keys. There wasn't any great surge of knowledge, no influx of understanding. Maybe I'm overthinking this... He hesitantly pressed a few keys. The result was something that might have been the first few notes of some melody. Rufus paused. It was possible that it had merely been chance, especially since he hadn't really dictated where his fingers went. Can't hurt, he thought, glancing around again. He pressed a few more keys, letting his hands do what felt natural. Slowly at first, though growing more confident, a slow melody of sorts began emerging from the piano. It wasn't anything professional, a really simple tune, but it was something. Rufus couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth twitch slightly upward. Not everything, it seemed, had been forgotten in whatever accident had delivered him to AHS. His hands remembered, even if his mind didn't. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 31 2006, 02:04 AM Post #2 |
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Teare was passing the auditorium, when she found her feet slowed by a hauntingly beautiful melody. Having already passed the entrance, she backtracked to the open door and peeked in. A boy was sitting at a piano, playing the melody. She found herself approaching him. His hair hid his face from her, but his hands flew over the keys as though he didn't realize that he was playing. His hands had a familiarity, but his demeanor betrayed him as uncomfortable. Not wishing to startle him, she quietly took a seat in one of the auditorium seats. She chose a seat near the edge, where he could most likely see her, and choose to acknowledge her at his leisure. She placed her bag of cobwebs and sticks next to her on the floor, and had anyone else looked at it, it would have seemed like any other book bag, with cloth and a strap that had no identifying marks. She pulled out one of her only real belongings, a flute and held it to her lips, joining in the tune at a held note and matching it perfectly. The tune was too perfect not to join in. She wove a secondary tune around the first, letting him lead, the notes echoing around the open space, giving off a warm and altogether peaceful feeling. When she was certain that he must have noticed her, she stood for better air support and gave herself over to the music. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 2 2006, 11:25 PM Post #3 |
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Through the minor haze induced by his hands playing on autopilot, Rufus saw the girl quetly take a seat in the auditorium. For one second he thought it was Damara, and a single off-note jarred the melody before he realized that it wasn't. For one thing, this girl seemed taller than Damara had been. For another, Damara would likely already have the proverbial -or perhaps actual- dagger between his shoulder blades. This girl didn't seem to be doing anything, at least not to him, so he kept -for the moment- playing. He felt a little uncomfortable being watched, but decided not to let it get to him, and he tried sinking back into the lack of thought as his fingers moved over the keys. He blinked again as her flute joined the melody, another bad note slipping into the song. She's pretty good, he thought, as the two strains of music wound around each other. Better than me, anyway... He had to admit that being better than he was didn't take very much. His hands remembered what to do, but it was still a rather basic knowledge, lacking any sort of polish. And given that he was essentially making up the tune as he went along, the fact that she was blending her playing with his was all the more impressive. Unless he was playing some existing song without realizing it -- given his particular cirumstances, it wasn't impossible. Maybe I can ask her if she knows what the song is... He played on for a while until his hands decided that it was time for the song to end. The notes wound down, the melody drawing to a close. "You're pretty good," he said to the girl, turning around on the piano bench as he finished. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 3 2006, 09:30 AM Post #4 |
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Drawing the flute from her lips, Teare said, "Thank you, you're no slouch either." Sensing that their impromptu concert was finished, she put the flute away in it's protective case. Teare didn't recognise the song they had played--she had been following his unsteady, and obviously rusty, lead--but she was proud of the result. She would have to remember the tune for later. "Where did you learn to play like that?" she asked, curious about the boy. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 3 2006, 12:26 PM Post #5 |
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"Er... I have no idea, actually," Rufus said.This was not entirely true. He did, in fact, have some ideas about where he had learned to play. Unfortunately, they were limited to incredible generalizations such as 'from a teacher'. While that might have been the most accurate he could get, it seemed easier to confess that he had a definite lack of specific information about his past. He hoped that she wouldn't feel the need to press too much for information, but it seemed unlikely. Unless she was the absolutely least-curious person on the planet. "I don't really remember much about my past," he elaborated, hoping it would be enough to satiate her curiosity. It was about as much information as he felt like sharing for the moment, anyway. She could ask, of course, but he didn't plan on telling her -for example- that the only ID he had put his year of birth around 80 years from now. Frankly, that held some rather disturbing implications that he didn't want to dwell on too much. He hadn't popped into nonexistance so far, but it wasn't something you pushed... |
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| Deleted User | Feb 3 2006, 06:49 PM Post #6 |
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Nodding and deciding not to press the issue, Teare looked around the auditorium. It was the first time she had been inside it. It was very big, and seemed to hold expectation, like the breath just before a singer sings, or the pause before the roar of applause. It reminded her of the Unseelie court Mound. It had once become nothing more than an empty hill, enormous and seeming to will the fairies to perform. This was during a year of peace, and both courts attended, though they sat on opposite sides of the chamber. The reveling went on from the equinox to the solstice, and then was brought to an end by another assassination attempt on Teare. Bringing herself back to the present, she smiled and said, “I’m Teare, what do you call yourself?” |
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| Deleted User | Feb 3 2006, 08:16 PM Post #7 |
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Rufus gave an internal sigh of relief as Teare decided not to press for information. He wasn't uncomfortable talking about his past -his lack of a past, anyway- but he thought it might make others just a little uncomfortable. Never mind the birthday a few score years in the future. "My name's Rufus," he said by way of introduction. "I know that much." It was his middle name, anyway. He recalled the drivers license in his wallet. His first name was represented only by an initial. He had no idea what it was, other than that it started with a "U" and was objectionable enough that he had prefered "Rufus". |
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| Deleted User | Feb 8 2006, 01:37 AM Post #8 |
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"It's very nice to meet you Rufus." said Teare. Asking about his past was out so..."How is it you ended up in the auditorium today?" Simple, current and completely answerable, unless he suffered from short term memory loss. It was almost second nature for Teare to skirt around an issue. It happened almost every day at the mound. And the ring wasn’t exactly for the diplomatically challenged! She had been witness to a pixie who very bluntly told Aunt Web that the leaf that she had found was most unbecoming. The pixie has yet to be seen after the task of collecting the same number of rose thorns as stars in the faire sky. Coming back up memory lane, Teare asked, “Just decided to visit, or did you have a specific purpose?" |
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