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Post by Arabella Belladonna Phantome on Jan 25, 2009 16:21:19 GMT -5
Arabella gazed out the window as the teacher droned on about their studies. To be honest Arabella wasn't even fully aware of what class she was in, more or less what the hell the teacher was talking about.The window was open spilling golden warm sunshine onto the half asleep students. The sweet scent of the outside world was seductive in a way, pleading for people to play within it's splendor. The tiny pale girl blinked sluggishly, tapping her right cheek. she had ditched her usual mask for a more natural cover up today and could say she was pleased with her choice of hiding. Looking back at the board to write the homework down Arabella quickly dissapeared from the stuffy room as soon as the bell rang.
Slipping in between the students crowding the halls her dark eyes scanned her blocked pathway. Question, what on Earth possesed people to stand in the middle of the hallway while other's were trying to pass? Was it to be obnixious, or just a lack of common sense? Humming softly to herself she closed her eyes momentarily, letting a smile tug at her pink lips. Bad mistake on her part at that very moment she slammed into someone back. Her eyes flew open as she stumbled backwards and landed straight on her butt. Whimpering softly her hand shot to the right side of her face only to calm herself knowing she wan't wearing her mask.
Laughter bubbled and exploded around the girl and she flushed bright red, the color staining her pale cheeks. Not one of her best moments her gaze dropped to the floor and she began picking up her papers. Her music was spilled all over the dirty school floor and people walked by trampling on it like it was nothing. Arabella felt her heart drop into her stomach and her eyes teared up. All her hard work was being ruined, and it was her fault. The small girl trembled, emotionally destroyed in two seconds. Her gaze fluttered to the person she ran into and her voice cracked as she tried to speak. "I'm very sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
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Post by Katelyn Anders on Jan 25, 2009 16:37:08 GMT -5
KK had never been all that fond of staying inside on days like today. It felt, for her at least, like the sort of day when classes should be held on the roof and consist primarily of recess-like activities. Ah, she missed recess. Perhaps an unusual sentiment for a girl in high school, but she had always loved those carefree hours spent running about the playground in elementary school, and had been devastated to discover that they did not continue into secondary education. She scrawled the homework assignment in her planner as a disguise for the fact that her attention was far from the classroom today. Would this interminable class period never end?
Finally, the bell rang. Like everyone else, KK shoved her things into her backpack and scrambled for the door. The hubbub that ensued was preferable to the ennui that resulted from sitting in class. Even as she pulled the straps of her backpack over her shoulders, Katelyn Laura Anders charged bull-like through the door of the classroom and was, blessedly, free.
The hallways were, as always, hot, noisy, and crowded, but at least she was moving. Her step did not have its usual spring today; she was planning to clean out the far-too-heavy backpack that weighed her down with every pace through the school's hall. It had always been so easy when she wasn't burdened with reams upon reams of paper dragging at her back.
Someone crashed into her from behind, sending both of them staggering from the impact. KK hit the floor palms-first, one of the tricks she had learned in the martial arts lessons she had taken a few moves before. After discerning that she wasn't hurt, she turned to the girl who had crashed into her. A ring of laughing classmates surrounded them; papers that looked like sheet music were being trampled by careless passersby.
"I'm very sorry. I wasn't paying attention," the other girl apologized. KK didn't recognize her, but that mattered not. Mutely, she reached out and snagged a piece of paper from where it was about to be stepped on.
"It's okay," KK answered calmly. "I'm not hurt, are you?" She swept a few more of the girl's papers together, out of the path of the masses. |
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Post by Arabella Belladonna Phantome on Jan 25, 2009 16:50:39 GMT -5
Arabella shook her head and gently took the papers from the other girl's hands. "Thank you for saving my music." She slowly raised herself to her full height and checked around to make sure she had all her things. She sighed and looked at the girl she had bumped into, she seemed....tiny. Not as tiny as she was but the other girl seemed tiny. "My name is Arabella Belladonna Phantome." Realizing there was no way this girl woudl remember or recognize her name she tried something different. Smiling mysteriously she held out her hand slowly. "I am the Phantom of Minute Hill."
She was well known this way, hardly anyone used her real name. She was most known for her pranks and mysterious dissapearances from the classroom. Having yet to be caught in the act of her own ingenious plans she took great pride in her work. Though sometimes people didn't seem to recognize her without the mask. The surrounding crowd had settled, memory of Arabella's mishap already erasing from their minds never to be thought of or brought up again. Looking around Arabella longed to ger outside into the light, if only for a few minute's. Maybe she would cut next period to get a breath of fresh air.
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Post by Katelyn Anders on Jan 25, 2009 17:12:17 GMT -5
KK smiled, equally mysteriously, as the other held out her hand. Taking it, she replied, "I am known... usually... as KK." She took pleasure from making people wonder what else she might be known as at other times. "It is a pleasure to meet you... Phantom." She suspected that the girl might be what she had long since decided to call "a kindred spirit." It had been a year since she had left the last kindred spirits she'd found, as they had been so very few in the rough world of Hawai'i public schools, so of course she was always on the lookout for new ones. Arabella Phantome, the Phantom of Minute Hill, she thought, filing the name away in her mind.
That done, the rest of what Arabella had mentioned took the center stage in KK's mind. "So, this is your music?" she asked, indicating the piles of papers that she had rescued. "It's handwritten," KK observed. "Is it special? It looks difficult to play, which usually means beautiful if you can pull it off." She had tried a few times to play instruments. Unfortunately, moving companies never seem to be careful with musical instruments, meaning that each had only lasted a year, two at most. |
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Post by Arabella Belladonna Phantome on Jan 25, 2009 17:29:01 GMT -5
Arabella smiled and nodded. "It's not that hard but yes it is all of my own composition." A proud gleam shone in her eyes as she said this. "I play a variety of instruments but my written music is usually solely for the piano or the organ." Shifting through a few pages to make sure none was overly damaged she put them in her bag satisfied. "I'm glad none of it was destroyed beyond recognition, music is my life." She briefly wondered if the girl would want to accompany her to the music room to hear such notes, then her thoughts drifted to her face. She couldn't see the scars now but once her secret was revealed close to all hell would break loose.
Her stomach now in knots she smiled nervously waiting for the other girl's response. Maybe she, as so many others had, would brush off her claim of composing and tell her she was lying. Would she believe? The younger students seemed to believe her, and here this freshman girl was admiring her sheet music. Arabella looked at KK, her face calm and seemingly stress free. Though inside her midn was a wreck, she continuously told herself to not get to attached to this girl, the words of children were cruel and so were their judgements.
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Post by Katelyn Anders on Jan 25, 2009 17:45:38 GMT -5
"Wow!" KK breathed reverently upon this revelation, all thoughts of being mysterious flown out the window. "That's amazing. It's enough to make me wish I'd stuck with my piano playing even after the piano... broke." To say that her piano had broken was an understatement; it had fallen out of the back of a moving van and bounced down a highway at sixty miles an hour. Fortunately, the highway had been all but deserted, and it had not killed anyone. The stories to go with her current lack of flute, violin, trumpet, piccolo, and guitar were thankfully less dramatic but much the same in that it could be traced back to the carelessness of the moving companies.
She looked at Arabella, who appeared to be a little older than she herself was. "The Phantom of Minute Hill" was surprisingly beautiful for someone whose reputation was built on her near-invisibility. Why, KK wondered, would someone so lovely and so clearly talented be unknown enough that her nickname was "Phantom" and her real name a mystery to nearly all? |
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Post by Arabella Belladonna Phantome on Jan 25, 2009 17:56:45 GMT -5
Arabella blushed and smiled shyly. "Thank you very much KK. Would you .....err....like to hear some of my music?" Arabella smiled widely and stepped backwards, holding her hand out for KK to take. The girl in front of her seemed almost...entranced. The poor girl had no idea of what Arabella had been born with, what horror her face had caused. And she would never find out. Arabella would never let her secret slip, unless....maybe this year she could find someone who would stand by her. Maybe she could make a friend this year.
Indulging in the simple pleasures of a normal teenager made her heart flutter and her eyes glowed. Looking at KK she decided that if infact her opera was to take place in the school this year KK would deffinatly get a part. Her dark hair framed her face as she tilted her head. She wondered if KK would take her offer, would she evn want to associate herself with a composer?
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Post by Katelyn Anders on Jan 25, 2009 18:48:54 GMT -5
At Arabella's offer, KK's face glowed with enough pleasure that for a moment, she looked as if she were actually lit from within. "Would I like to? Of course!" Her curiosity had already been piqued. If the music were even half as beautiful heard aloud as it looked on paper, she... she... why, she could not find any words that would be adequate to describe how amazing that would be. KK's life always seemed to revolve around her dreams of flight. Running was one kind of flying, climbing another, and listening to music a third. The promise of beauty sparkled within each page of notes, as KK saw it. She could never resist such a promise. |
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Post by Arabella Belladonna Phantome on Jan 25, 2009 18:58:19 GMT -5
Arabella smiled and took the younger girl's hand. Moving swiftly through the crowd she showed KK just how swift and fast the Phantom's flight was. No one noticed they had passed, no one even noticed they had been standing there. Moving quickly through the hallways she looked around. There wasn't a class in the music room this period and Mr. ange had a beautiful piano she had permission to use as she pleased. Smiling to herself she tugged the younger girl through the music room door and nodded to Mr. Ange. Mr. Ange looked at both the girls and smiled pleasantly. "Playing again Phantom?"
Arabella smiled and nodded, dropping KK's hand and fluidly sauntering to the piano. She stroked the keys fondly and took a sheet of music from her bag. Placing the sheet delicatly on the piano and sat down and rolled her shoulders. Her fingers flew across the keys, stroking each lightly to produce a short sweet sound that echoed through the large room. Humming along she played the piece perefectly, not one flaw or falter being made. She memorized the song ages ago and paused, looking back to see the reaction of the two people in the room. Erik was smiling and had been humming along to the tune, and looked up. "Continue."
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