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Post by Viola Rei Nox on Nov 30, 2012 0:33:16 GMT -5
VIOLA
When the curtain's call
Is the last of all
When the light fades out
All the sinners crawl [/size][/center][/color][/color] ---------------------------------------------------- Two weeks ago, Viola had thought she knew what hell was. It was life. Now? It was this place. Sure, it didn't her have Anna or Renee in it. But it also didn't have Sebastian. Or her mother. She could endure five Annas and ten Renees for her real family. But instead she was here. And who knew what was in store for her.
When Viola had first arrived, she had a panic attack. It was horrible, and Viola was still feeling leftover feelings, including slight dizziness, and small headache, and extreme anxiety. She shook her head in an attempt to rid herself of the side-effects. To no avail, of course. Viola wandered around the halls, searching for signs of others. Whilst she normally preferred being alone, she didn't want to be alone in this place. Other people were here, right? Right? Her breathing quickened as fear rose up, and she quickly ran into the first room she saw, not wanting to have another breakdown in the hall.
But when she saw what was in the room, she immediately calmed down, and a small smile replaced the frown. A piano. This place had a piano. So maybe it wasn't so bad. Viola glanced around, making sure no one else was in the room(she was still wondering if anyone was even here but her.) When she saw she was sharing the room with no one else, she took a seat at the bench. Pale fingers flitted across each key, relishing the feel. She love the piano. Even more than the viola. Gently, a finger pushed down one of the keys. A B note reverberated through the air. Her smile brightened, and she gingerly pressed down another key, playing an F. After a couple of random notes to make sure the piano worked fine, she played the first piece that came into her mind. She fingers glided across the keys with ease; it was obvious he had been playing for a very long time. The song echoed throughout the room, melodious and pretty. Her nimble fingers fell into natural rhythm, as she had played this song several times before and knew it by heart, and soon enough she forgot where she was, immersed in her playing.
[/font] ---------------------------------------------------- So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
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Post by Taya Ryan Wolfe on Dec 4, 2012 15:26:43 GMT -5
Her mind was clouded and her memories fuzzy as she wandered the halls of this eerily quiet mansion. She had no idea what the hell kind of place this was apart from the irritatingly vague information in her "welcome letter." The thought of that little white sheet of paper made her fists clench. As soon as she found a phone or a computer, there would be hell to pay! She might have been on her way to jail, herself, but she hadn't gotten this far for no good reason. She would mess up this son of a bitch's life so hard that he'd probably commit suicide the moment he saw those 0's in his life savings. The thought of her fiery vengeance was enough to keep her creeping panic at bay; in truth, she was beyond frightened, but the easiest way to deal with all of this was to be angry.
She'd woken up in a room, remembering just a few tidbits of the night before. She'd been drinking and enjoying her last day of freedom, hanging out with her cafe friends before doing time. She jumped around from a game of beer pong to "drunken Halo 3." It had been fun. It helped her to forget her inner agony.
The cameras in every room unnerved her to the point of a breakdown. She chose to ignore them, but the moment she could do so, she was going to find a way to reach them and tinker with their settings; especially the ones in the room she was apparently boarding in. She couldn't speak for the other two roommates, of which she had not yet met, but if they were going to play dirty and drug her while hauling her probationer ass off to a creepy place with other criminals, she'd fight back.
She'd paid little attention to the map, but it was still clenched in her fist when she suddenly stopped her fast-paced walking to listen. The sounds of a piano were floating through the halls somewhere close by, and her heart skipped a beat with anxiety. Though she was desperate to find another lost soul, she figured it would also prove nerve-wracking. Still, she jumped forward, borderline to a sprint, her feet trampling the ground of the third floor.
She flung the door open in riled anger, and stood silently to survey her surroundings. The song being played was a relaxing melody, but the person sitting on the stool performing it was an unexpected sight. It was a young woman. Probably the same age as Taya, if not younger. Taya could only see a small part of her profile, but she didn't look like a criminal or someone that was recently kidnapped and left in a dark room with nothing but a small letter with mildly threatening tones underlying its cryptic message... Taya felt panic flare up again. This was not someone that could help her.
But what had she expected to see here? Some police officer playing quaint music reminiscent of a Victorian tea party? She sighed, shut the door behind her, and lethargically slunk down to the floor beneath her. She cradled her blonde-haired head in her hands.
"Christ. This is pretty sick joke," she said out loud, on the verge of a frustrated meltdown.
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Post by Viola Rei Nox on Dec 5, 2012 21:01:04 GMT -5
VIOLA
When the curtain's call
Is the last of all
When the light fades out
All the sinners crawl [/size][/center][/color][/color] ---------------------------------------------------- Playing piano was one of the few things that tended to send Viola into calm mode. It was just so hard to be upset when a sweet melody is in the air, especially one such as this. When she was back at "home" she used to play the piano all the time to calm down and give her a peaceful state of mind. When she was younger, when her mother had taught her to play the piano, she played whenever she could. The house was almost always full of music. Viola's mother and brother both loved hearing her play, too; sometimes they would just sit on the couch while she was playing and listen. it was ne of those bonding moments, one of those times when no matter how bad things were it was just okay, because the people you loved were with you and that's all that mattered. Viola missed that the most. When she moved into her dad's house, Anna had yelled at her whenever she was playing, and Renee would quickly get irritated and stop her, normally by whining to her mother until Anna sent Viola up to her room and didn't let her come out for hours. It was mostly during those times that she stole things from them. It was like anger-stealing. Or something.
She was starting to drift off into her own little dream world when she was startled back to reality by the swinging open of the heavy door behind her. Viola paused, and after a moment turned, not sure what to expect. Was it another person? Or something else?She almost didn't want to look for fear it would be some terrifying creature here to eat her or something. Why her mind jumped to that was unbeknownst to her. Damn creativity, she supposed. But when she did turned, Viola's chocolate brown gaze caught sight of a pretty woman. Must have been a couple years older than her, but not much; she was somewhat near her age. Though that was all she could really get out of the girl in the half second of surprised silence, where Viola sat on the piano stool staring at the intruder with the look of utmost bewilderment on her face, and the girl stared back, also, evidently, surprised. But as quickly as the girl had barged in, she shut the door behind her after emitting a sigh, as if she was disappointed at the sight of Viola. Had she been expecting someone else? Viola blinked.
Slowly, she stood up and walked towards the door. She heard a muffled exclamation, which sounded like, "Christ. This is pretty sick joke," her voice betrayed the frustration she was holding. Viola bit her lip, unsure for a moment. Perhaps she should just leave the girl alone? After all, she had looked rather upset. But, then again, it was the only person she had seen in the time Viola had been in this place. She couldn't just return to playing as if nothing had happened. She finally spotted a sign of other human life in this foreign place, and Viola wasn't about to let it slip out of her fingers.
Viola inhaled sharply before pushing open the door slightly, poking out her head and peeking at the girl. She had sunk to the ground and was holding her head, obviously trying to hold back a panic attack, or something of the sort. Viola's lips parted, and soon enough she went ahead and spoke up, her voice quiet and gentle and betraying the uncertainty, Ah, are you... are you alright, miss?"
[/font] ---------------------------------------------------- So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you've made Tags: Taya, Open. Words: 594. Outfit: Clicky Notes: Thank you for posting! Sorry I was unable to get it up last night, I wasn't able to start writing this until around fifteen minutes ago, ahaha! |
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