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Post by Mira Zhang on Sept 21, 2008 4:34:00 GMT -5
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Post by Fay Swane on Sept 27, 2008 19:32:48 GMT -5
Fay yawned as she was in the ravenclaw house, it was Saturday and she had nothing to do; which rather sucked. She glanced at a window and noticed it was a rather beautiful day, a bell rang in her mind and the Goth girl grinned brightly at the idea she just had had. Yes, she had muse for a song she had been working on since a while now. She was happy about it, she rushed up stairs fetching for her acoustic guitar ; she had an electric one as well but she only used it in the ROR fearing to break it if she ever brought it outside.
She grabbed some parchment, quill and ink then stuffed it in some bag of hers that looked like a headstone. Her brother had bought it to her last Christmas and she loved it so much. She grabbed her guitar and made her way through the corridors, many students were staring at her oddly but she didn’t care. She was used to it and she also didn’t care much about the other’s opinion. She waved at a few ravenclaws she knew before stepping in the courtyard.
She blinked as it seemed that most of the students had decided to go outside and have fun. She looked around for a spot where she could use her creativity and also where no one would dare to steal her song ideas. She’d be pissed off if it actually would’ve happen. Her hair was pulled up in two ponytails at each side of her head; her usual hairstyle and she had a few Goth like jewellery.
She scanned the area for a quiet place until she decided to go at the lake. It was always a calmer place; would be fine. She smiled to herself at the idea and wandered over to the lake. Good, she was heading over to her usual spot; under a willow tree, she liked it, you could be sure you’d find her there. As she walked, she spotted Mira; which she knew the girl was in the same house as hers and smiled at this. “Hi!” She said in a friendly manner before glancing at the girl’s painting. “I like your art!” she added before going to her spot and sitting down. “I’m Fay, you must’ve heard of me.” She said giggling before opening her bag and taking out the quill, ink and parchments.
She started to play the song along with the singing, not carrying much about the other girl’s presence; as long as she didn’t disturb the process of her creativity, she’d be a good company.
“I see a red door
And I want to paint it black
No colours anymore
I want them to turn black
I see a line of cars
And they are painted black…” |
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Post by Mira Zhang on Sept 27, 2008 20:21:26 GMT -5
(ooc: I've heard your lyrics somewhere before. Similiar.)
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Mira looked at her, uninterested a yet territorial, who dared to disturb her on her alone time. Glancing up at the unusual goth girl, reminds her of a American teenager. Blinking she glanced at the girl with her unusual dark lyrics. it was riveting to her that they were so...vulgar. It kept repeating black. How tasteful. Running her fingers through her long dyed hair the Asian teen glanced at the guitarist.
"No.." she finally answered, deciding it would be rude to have company and not respond. "I have never heard of you in my life. I apologize but this is probably the first time I've seen you." That was the truth, she never payed attention to her surroundings so what is it to her if she did see the girl or not. Nothing. Checking her purple potion painted nails, the young painter waited for her answer...if she was going to get a answer at all.
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Post by Fay Swane on Sept 27, 2008 20:39:28 GMT -5
(Ooc: lol the song’s called paint it black by Glenn Tipton :3 luv it)
“And they are painted black
They pass me by with one
Who's never coming back
I look inside myself
And see my heart is black
I see a red door
And I have to have it black
Maybe I'll fade away”
The girl continued to sing the song but soon enough blocked. Gah, again. She growled at the thought and looked down at the lyrics she had found. She had to admit that the song was kind of dark for a happy-go-lucky girl as she was but she didn’t care, she thought it sounded good. Maybe her brother would like it too. He was often proud of her work, which was the reason of why she always enjoyed to show him her work. She continued to play the melody though, wishing it could help her to find some muse, until the Asian answered her.
"No.. I have never heard of you in my life. I apologize but this is probably the first time I've seen you."
She hadn’t? Oh well, she didn’t mind much, she was just surprised that for once, someone didn’t know about her. After all, it wasn’t that usual to see someone dressed like she was. Besides, it was also unusual to see someone with a spider web tattoo on their neck-one she was proud of having and she had also eight others; a few on her back, arms and even one on her ankle. She smiled at her housemate. “Really? You’re the first one who tell me that! Well then, I shall present myself. My name’s Fay Swane, nice to meet you.” She replied, presenting herself. Fay always liked to meet new people, who knows, they could even end up good friends. |
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Post by Mira Zhang on Sept 28, 2008 2:22:02 GMT -5
She listened to the girl speak, introducing herself to Mira. How interesting, was this person who indeed had a peculiar expression of amazement. Mira was amazing wasn't she. Looking at the Gothic girl with her two ponytails and a guitar in hand. How funny, glancing at her,she then resumed looking at the painting. Maybe she should ask that...that Asian..what was his name...Koji? No no..Kenny.....no...ah
Kenji
Maybe she should ask him, he was very talented in art and maybe could hep him in her delima. Returning her attention tot he girl, she only smiled at her, a fake and uninterested smile. Just like the rumors explained it.
"Pleasure...I'll ask for your opinion on this Ms....Swane. Oil, pastel or water colors." She motioned at her painting while laying down, closing her eyes. She did not really care if the girl spoke out in a rather armature way. It wasn't like Mira was going to take the advice of someone only musically incline, she assumed, then someone who knows the songs of strokes, of liquids, of the canvas.
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Post by Fay Swane on Oct 20, 2008 12:31:29 GMT -5
Fay paused as she studied the girl, she seemed to be lost in her thoughts. Maybe she needed a hug? Fay was the kind of person that thought that hugs always cheered someone up but for some reasons, she wasn’t willing to go and hug the Asian girl. Maybe it was because of the rumours that spread about her. She just hated those rumours, they were just nasty and hurt the other’s feelings. Was she hurt because of all those rumours that went around about her? She wondered but didn’t ask her the question…at least not yet.
"Pleasure...I'll ask for your opinion on this Ms....Swane. Oil, pastel or water colors."
She smiled as Mira questioned her about her own painting. She paused glancing back at the drawing she had made so far. Watercolors could be a nice match, since the scene happened kind of in the water. But then again, Oil gave a good effect too and pastels were just not right for this kind of painting. She had some sort of ‘talent’ to figure out those sorts of things. Maybe it has been because of all those time she had spent napping here and there. Who knows?
“I would suggest you either oil or watercolours pick the one you prefer since I’m only judging. My opinion doesn’t count much.” she replied smiling at the girl still before returning to her work, modifying a bit the song she had began writing; it sounded just too boyish for her taste and she didn’t like that much.
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