Post by Sadie on Jan 29, 2010 12:06:27 GMT -5
Aha what is up with that title.
I am EXTREMELY proud of this piece. I spent a lot of time on the writing and I'm really happy with how it came out, and I hope you guys like it, too.
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Bobbing blonde curls could be seen from above, weaving through the crowd of bodies like a fish trying to fight the current. While it aided the girl to have a small, thin frame to squeeze through the tiny spaces between people, it was still difficult to fight the mass movement that threatened to bowl her over at any given moment. But the girl persevered, clutching her bag tightly against her chest while mumbling quietly to herself. “I should have gone the other way.”
It should have been a simple task, to get from the cafeteria to the game room, but it seemed that she had decided to take this route just when most of the sectors were given a break for lunch, and now she was having to fight the stampede of operatives that were all ravaged with hunger and not in any mood to stop. Such was Soare’s luck, it seemed, and she hunched her shoulders a little higher and kept on her path through the stream of people.
A little rush of victory swept through her veins as she realized that she was near to the game room, having successfully navigated her way through the halls without any kind of catastrophe. The surge of operatives was as strong as ever, but as long as she could get into Sector SUN’s game room, she’d be okay, and then she’d have the opportunity to relax with her friends. A good situation, no matter how you looked at it!
She was just opening the door to the game room, silently crowing with triumph, when a large mass collided against her backside. Face met floor as the girl was thrown forward, landing in a sprawled heap on the carpeted floor of the game room. The ones sitting on the plush couches let out cries of surprise at the girl’s rather robust entrance, but she was too busy pushing herself upward and turning around to face the one who had given her the opportunity to so politely meet the floor.
“I-I’m sorry,” she mumbled to the larger male, who looked almost bewildered at the sight of the girl. He had stopped in the hallway, and impatient operatives were moving around him and muttering things about interrupting the flow of traffic, so the unfamiliar male stepped inside of the room while Soare continued to murmur her apology to him. “I didn’t see-“
The male made a motion to respond, but was interrupted by his friends, who were waving at him from the doorway and beckoning him to join them before they all withered away in their obvious starvation. Clearing his throat abruptly, the male simply turned back and snapped, “Well, watch where you’re going next time!”
Metallic blue eyes flooded with hurt, shadowed by the fringe of hair that draped down into her face as she ducked her head submissively. Part of her made excuses for him – he was in a hurry, his friends were there and he had to impress them – but the insult was the same, and the girl nodded and mumbled another apology before watching the male stalk out of the room in a rush.
Her sister was at her side in an instant pulling her to her feet. “He can watch where I can shove my foot,” she growled under her breath, steadying Soare when the girl was finally standing. “What a j’avo! Come on, come play this game with us, forget him and his loserface!”
Handing her a set of drumsticks, Koyu set her down in front of the drumset on the video game and picked up the guitar for herself, trying to help Soare brush away the problem. It was a few minutes before the younger twin relaxed, getting into the groove of the game and hammering on the equipment while her sister flicked at the notes on the guitar and Erin thrilled a note into the microphone. After a few minutes, a smile could even be seen again on the younger girl’s face.
None of them noticed the lone male of the group, sitting on the couch and watching the notes fly by with a scowling expression. While his face usually held a displeased look, this one was smoldering and decisive, and occasionally his eyes would flick over at the doorway with a glare while the gears of his mind churned around and around in silence.
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No, no.
A scarlet tongue was stuck right between her teeth while the blue eyes squinted at the small golden knob, turning it by the tiniest fraction. Her other hand plucked at the corresponding string and the note rung true, while sensitive ears picked up the smooth edges of the sound. Nodding in approval, the girl leaned back and surveyed the golden instrument with affection, running a hand along the smooth surface.
Curving her torso to fit the frame of it, she began to play, tracing patterns like a dance along the strings. Her lips were pressed around the edge of the flute-like reed of the instrument, and she exhaled a certain force of air, listening as the note fluttered out of the top. Deciding it was the correct note, she exhaled again, and this time she decorated the breathy sound with plucks from the strings, draping the noises across each other like finely-spun fabric.
Minutes swept by, and the melody became more complex, demanding that the girl blow different forces of air while her fingers flew from string to string. She was a painter of sounds, mixing melodies and trills to create the imagery that she wanted. Smooth, delicate, her music wove together to frame gently drifting breezes and whistling grass, framed by a wall of stalwart trees. Lost in her music, her eyes closed, feeling the melody with her spirit.
“Does it hurt?!”
“What happened?”
The intrusive noises crashed into the bubble that she had created for herself, and Soare winced slightly, hoping that they would leave her in peace. But the voices only got louder, more enraged, and with a sigh, the girl set her instrument aside and stood to see what the commotion was. Maybe her favorite male cousin had finally succeeded in accidentally blowing up half of the Galactic Base.
Her head poked out into the hall, sending her golden curls bouncing, and she glanced around before finally settling her gaze on a large group of people surrounded a single male figure, who was holding a hand to his eye. The skin underneath was swollen and bruised, and his shirt had several tears in it that showed more throbbing skin beneath. Blue-ish blood was dripping from his lower lip, and swelling it so that it took Soare a few seconds to recognize the male. It was the one that had pushed her over.
A fawning girl was hanging from his arms, apparently distressed by his appearance. “Who did this to you?! I’ll kill them!” A few chuckles ran around the crowd at this – the girl was absolutely tiny and posed little threat – but most of them had the same kind of curiosity, leaning forward to hear the story with the same reverence that she had displayed. Soare, too, found herself listening, wondering who had assaulted her past offender.
“Some kid,” the male spat, looking furious. “I couldn’t really focus on him, since he attacked me in a dark hallway like a coward, but I know he had purple eyes. He was using them to glare at me pretty intensely.”
Practically invisible in the large crowd, a single girl stiffened, and no one noticed as she slipped out of the room, silent as a mouse.
--
The room was dim, but she found him anyway, sitting with a book in his hand while his large earphones covered the sides of his head, pounding music into his ears. Normally, with these circumstances, the girl would let him be and leave him peacefully to his own intents, but she simply had to know.
Purple lenses didn’t even glance up as she approached, and Soare wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that he wasn’t even vaguely aware of her presence. Shy, yellow-tipped fingers reached out to tap his shoulder before jerking back again and falling to her side. It was several seconds before she built up the courage to disrupt him, and finally she rapped on his shoulder lightly, yanking her hand away and entwining it with the hand already behind her back.
The intense gaze shot up to scope over her, and Soare felt as though she was being cross-examined as the boy took in her appearance. It was several long seconds before he responded, enough time for her to consider leaving him in peace. But finally, he lowered his headphones so that they sat loftily around his neck, and one hand moved to turn the music down so that he could address her in his usually succinct manner. “What?”
Now that she was face-to-face with him, it was harder for her to say the words that she had rehearsed in her head. To busy herself, she sat down beside him, but even this didn’t help and he kept staring at her like he was questioning her presence. Quivering, Soare’s mouth opened, closed, and then opened again, and finally she was able to voice at least a tiny mumble that wasn’t even a fraction of the question that she had prepared. “You. . . uhm. You beat him up. . . for me.”
It wasn’t a question, merely a statement of fact that was intended to ask him to admit to it. Beside her, the male’s frame stiffened, and his glance jerked away to stare at something that wasn’t even there. Under his curtains of hair, a dark blue flame was beginning to show, and Soare twisted her hands in her lap, waiting for some kind of answer.
“. . . He owed me money,” Aaron finally responded, not looking at her while his voice flung out the excuse. Metallic eyes swept over his expression, looking for some sign to explain his lie, and she finally settled on the decision that he probably just didn’t want to talk about it. Glancing down at her hands, she studied the yellow tips for a minute, before finally lifting one of her hands and placing it on his shoulder.
Meeting his startled eyes with her tiny smile, Soare’s voice was nothing more than a whisper. “. . . Thank you.”
She’d shown her gratitude, which was all that she had wanted in the first place, besides his affirmation. Now she climbed to her feet again, brushing off her shirts and adjusting the hems before directing another weak smile at him. Her fingers wiggled in a small wave, and Soare quickly turned and left the room, deciding to fit in another few minutes of practice on her instrument.
Violet lenses watched her go, and it was a few minutes before his whisper, so quiet that even he could barely hear it, sounded in the air. “. . . You’re welcome.” He snapped up the headphones onto his ears again and let the music command control of his senses, returning to his book while the flush of blue still lingered like the warmth of a breath on his cheeks.
I am EXTREMELY proud of this piece. I spent a lot of time on the writing and I'm really happy with how it came out, and I hope you guys like it, too.
--
Bobbing blonde curls could be seen from above, weaving through the crowd of bodies like a fish trying to fight the current. While it aided the girl to have a small, thin frame to squeeze through the tiny spaces between people, it was still difficult to fight the mass movement that threatened to bowl her over at any given moment. But the girl persevered, clutching her bag tightly against her chest while mumbling quietly to herself. “I should have gone the other way.”
It should have been a simple task, to get from the cafeteria to the game room, but it seemed that she had decided to take this route just when most of the sectors were given a break for lunch, and now she was having to fight the stampede of operatives that were all ravaged with hunger and not in any mood to stop. Such was Soare’s luck, it seemed, and she hunched her shoulders a little higher and kept on her path through the stream of people.
A little rush of victory swept through her veins as she realized that she was near to the game room, having successfully navigated her way through the halls without any kind of catastrophe. The surge of operatives was as strong as ever, but as long as she could get into Sector SUN’s game room, she’d be okay, and then she’d have the opportunity to relax with her friends. A good situation, no matter how you looked at it!
She was just opening the door to the game room, silently crowing with triumph, when a large mass collided against her backside. Face met floor as the girl was thrown forward, landing in a sprawled heap on the carpeted floor of the game room. The ones sitting on the plush couches let out cries of surprise at the girl’s rather robust entrance, but she was too busy pushing herself upward and turning around to face the one who had given her the opportunity to so politely meet the floor.
“I-I’m sorry,” she mumbled to the larger male, who looked almost bewildered at the sight of the girl. He had stopped in the hallway, and impatient operatives were moving around him and muttering things about interrupting the flow of traffic, so the unfamiliar male stepped inside of the room while Soare continued to murmur her apology to him. “I didn’t see-“
The male made a motion to respond, but was interrupted by his friends, who were waving at him from the doorway and beckoning him to join them before they all withered away in their obvious starvation. Clearing his throat abruptly, the male simply turned back and snapped, “Well, watch where you’re going next time!”
Metallic blue eyes flooded with hurt, shadowed by the fringe of hair that draped down into her face as she ducked her head submissively. Part of her made excuses for him – he was in a hurry, his friends were there and he had to impress them – but the insult was the same, and the girl nodded and mumbled another apology before watching the male stalk out of the room in a rush.
Her sister was at her side in an instant pulling her to her feet. “He can watch where I can shove my foot,” she growled under her breath, steadying Soare when the girl was finally standing. “What a j’avo! Come on, come play this game with us, forget him and his loserface!”
Handing her a set of drumsticks, Koyu set her down in front of the drumset on the video game and picked up the guitar for herself, trying to help Soare brush away the problem. It was a few minutes before the younger twin relaxed, getting into the groove of the game and hammering on the equipment while her sister flicked at the notes on the guitar and Erin thrilled a note into the microphone. After a few minutes, a smile could even be seen again on the younger girl’s face.
None of them noticed the lone male of the group, sitting on the couch and watching the notes fly by with a scowling expression. While his face usually held a displeased look, this one was smoldering and decisive, and occasionally his eyes would flick over at the doorway with a glare while the gears of his mind churned around and around in silence.
--
No, no.
A scarlet tongue was stuck right between her teeth while the blue eyes squinted at the small golden knob, turning it by the tiniest fraction. Her other hand plucked at the corresponding string and the note rung true, while sensitive ears picked up the smooth edges of the sound. Nodding in approval, the girl leaned back and surveyed the golden instrument with affection, running a hand along the smooth surface.
Curving her torso to fit the frame of it, she began to play, tracing patterns like a dance along the strings. Her lips were pressed around the edge of the flute-like reed of the instrument, and she exhaled a certain force of air, listening as the note fluttered out of the top. Deciding it was the correct note, she exhaled again, and this time she decorated the breathy sound with plucks from the strings, draping the noises across each other like finely-spun fabric.
Minutes swept by, and the melody became more complex, demanding that the girl blow different forces of air while her fingers flew from string to string. She was a painter of sounds, mixing melodies and trills to create the imagery that she wanted. Smooth, delicate, her music wove together to frame gently drifting breezes and whistling grass, framed by a wall of stalwart trees. Lost in her music, her eyes closed, feeling the melody with her spirit.
“Does it hurt?!”
“What happened?”
The intrusive noises crashed into the bubble that she had created for herself, and Soare winced slightly, hoping that they would leave her in peace. But the voices only got louder, more enraged, and with a sigh, the girl set her instrument aside and stood to see what the commotion was. Maybe her favorite male cousin had finally succeeded in accidentally blowing up half of the Galactic Base.
Her head poked out into the hall, sending her golden curls bouncing, and she glanced around before finally settling her gaze on a large group of people surrounded a single male figure, who was holding a hand to his eye. The skin underneath was swollen and bruised, and his shirt had several tears in it that showed more throbbing skin beneath. Blue-ish blood was dripping from his lower lip, and swelling it so that it took Soare a few seconds to recognize the male. It was the one that had pushed her over.
A fawning girl was hanging from his arms, apparently distressed by his appearance. “Who did this to you?! I’ll kill them!” A few chuckles ran around the crowd at this – the girl was absolutely tiny and posed little threat – but most of them had the same kind of curiosity, leaning forward to hear the story with the same reverence that she had displayed. Soare, too, found herself listening, wondering who had assaulted her past offender.
“Some kid,” the male spat, looking furious. “I couldn’t really focus on him, since he attacked me in a dark hallway like a coward, but I know he had purple eyes. He was using them to glare at me pretty intensely.”
Practically invisible in the large crowd, a single girl stiffened, and no one noticed as she slipped out of the room, silent as a mouse.
--
The room was dim, but she found him anyway, sitting with a book in his hand while his large earphones covered the sides of his head, pounding music into his ears. Normally, with these circumstances, the girl would let him be and leave him peacefully to his own intents, but she simply had to know.
Purple lenses didn’t even glance up as she approached, and Soare wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that he wasn’t even vaguely aware of her presence. Shy, yellow-tipped fingers reached out to tap his shoulder before jerking back again and falling to her side. It was several seconds before she built up the courage to disrupt him, and finally she rapped on his shoulder lightly, yanking her hand away and entwining it with the hand already behind her back.
The intense gaze shot up to scope over her, and Soare felt as though she was being cross-examined as the boy took in her appearance. It was several long seconds before he responded, enough time for her to consider leaving him in peace. But finally, he lowered his headphones so that they sat loftily around his neck, and one hand moved to turn the music down so that he could address her in his usually succinct manner. “What?”
Now that she was face-to-face with him, it was harder for her to say the words that she had rehearsed in her head. To busy herself, she sat down beside him, but even this didn’t help and he kept staring at her like he was questioning her presence. Quivering, Soare’s mouth opened, closed, and then opened again, and finally she was able to voice at least a tiny mumble that wasn’t even a fraction of the question that she had prepared. “You. . . uhm. You beat him up. . . for me.”
It wasn’t a question, merely a statement of fact that was intended to ask him to admit to it. Beside her, the male’s frame stiffened, and his glance jerked away to stare at something that wasn’t even there. Under his curtains of hair, a dark blue flame was beginning to show, and Soare twisted her hands in her lap, waiting for some kind of answer.
“. . . He owed me money,” Aaron finally responded, not looking at her while his voice flung out the excuse. Metallic eyes swept over his expression, looking for some sign to explain his lie, and she finally settled on the decision that he probably just didn’t want to talk about it. Glancing down at her hands, she studied the yellow tips for a minute, before finally lifting one of her hands and placing it on his shoulder.
Meeting his startled eyes with her tiny smile, Soare’s voice was nothing more than a whisper. “. . . Thank you.”
She’d shown her gratitude, which was all that she had wanted in the first place, besides his affirmation. Now she climbed to her feet again, brushing off her shirts and adjusting the hems before directing another weak smile at him. Her fingers wiggled in a small wave, and Soare quickly turned and left the room, deciding to fit in another few minutes of practice on her instrument.
Violet lenses watched her go, and it was a few minutes before his whisper, so quiet that even he could barely hear it, sounded in the air. “. . . You’re welcome.” He snapped up the headphones onto his ears again and let the music command control of his senses, returning to his book while the flush of blue still lingered like the warmth of a breath on his cheeks.
Soare/Aaron is too adorable for words. It was so sweet how Aaron put the beat-down on that gross guy for Soare, and funny how he refused to admit it. "...He owes me money..." That totally reminded me of Wally's "She just owes me a quarter!" excuse. XD
