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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 12, 2011 20:59:14 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::::::::: "“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent”:::::::::::::::::::::::[/center][/size] It was two in the morning, and Robin slowly walked into the ballroom, head down. No one was in here, of course, and that's why she liked it. Her foot-steps echoed across the wooden floor, and echoed into the high, cream-colored ceiling. Although she could still feel the relentless pulsing of emotion that seeped through walls, and her mind, it seemed... less, and bearable here. Sometimes, laying in her room at night, Robin felt like she wanted to scream and scream until her voice gave and she could yell no more. The worry for the new school year, sadness over dead relativess or pets, anger over failed relationships, they all just pounded on her head from the inside out. Robin just laid there for hours, until her strength gave and she collapsed into sleep. The effects of this were starting to show.
This relentless system had begun to repeat, and the girl could no longer stand it. She needed... space-- and had snuck out of her room.
The girl lifted her head and approached the object that had drawn her into the room in the first place. At night, Robin could sometimes hear the faint echoing of a grand piano in her mind, a memory from so long ago-- but not so faint and wavery that it seemed to be a figment of her imagination. Finally, her half-asleep walk had lead her here, where the echos of the music seemed strongest-- until she was sure someone was playing them.
Robin slid onto the pure black bench, the faux wood cold against her brown pajama shorts. The keys shone brightly in the moonlight that streamed through the window of the skylight, and they invited her to join her in their silence stance-- to bring life, melody, and harmony their home. So Robin placed her hands dimly on the white keys, placed her bare-foot on the pedal, closed her eyes-- and began to play.
(No, that isn't me. I love to play this song on the paino though... and I thought it appropriate to put here. I don't have a recording of myself, unfortunately) |
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 12, 2011 21:39:05 GMT -5
KINKADE
it goes like this,
the fourth,
the fifth,
the minor fall
the major lift
Shiloh had just caught him outside and insisted he get inside and get to bed before anyone else saw him, so with a dejected sigh, Kins found himself walking down the academy hallway toward the dorms. The stars would be gone when he woke, which was a pity, but at least the rest of the academy would be up so things wouldn't be so quiet. Much to his surprise the sound of music caught his ear. He glanced at his watch, noticed how strikingly late -er, early- it was, and grinned. Whoever it was playing, he couldn't wait to meet them.
Kins followed the music to the ballroom. Such a beautiful room, but not one he normally found himself in. It was so vast and overwhelming, especially with crowds of people. On this night it was vacant aside from a pianist crafting such a beautiful melody. Rather than interrupt, he stood quietly against the wall to listen from a vantage point about five feet behind the pianist. It was a comfortable spot to be to appreciate the music.
As far as his emotions were concerned, it was possible they could go unnoticed by the girl. Being an empath, he was used to knowing other people's emotions, so he sort of 'quieted' his own out of habit. They were still there, they were just hushed like calmer, passive emotions. Almost as though he meant to whisper each one rather than yelling. It was particularly easy now while he felt such a peaceful calm in response to the piano's notes.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 13, 2011 8:00:27 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::::::::: “Reputation is character minus what you've been caught doing.”:::::::::::::::::::::::[/center][/size] Towards the final notes of the song Robin, abruptly froze-- fingers still suspended in the air. Slowly though, they fell again in a unnatural repentant like way and completed the song. There was a soft ringing that remained however, due to Robin foot placed lightly on the furthest right pedal.
Slowly, she swung around on the piano bench and faced Kins, almost at a lost for words. Somewhat embarrassed she was caught so easily, Robin began to stand up to leave-- before curiosity overtook her. "Your... your emotions. You quiet them, but that's what makes you most noticeable. It's the only one different, in a group of many people." |
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 13, 2011 10:23:42 GMT -5
KINKADE
i've heard there was a secret chord
that david played; and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you?
It was almost tragic. Not disappointing in the least- far from it. But, just sort of sad to hear the last notes played. The way they hung there, suspended in air, clinging to the last seconds of time the song had did provide some relief, but not much. When Robin turned and, it seemed to him, noticed him for the first time, he smiled and began to clap. As with his emotions, even his clapping seemed somewhat subdued- quieted, though the cavernous room provided a bit of volume to it.
"Beautiful,
[/color]"Kins complimented geniunely. He'd never heard that song before now, so it's uniqueness appealed greatly to him. Kins played the piano a bit, but compared to some peers who played for an upwards of ten years, he was nothing but a beginner at best. " Does it now? Ah well- I like the attention,"Kins grinned. He hadn't thought about it like that himself, but he wasn't complaining. " Don't suppose you're an empath, too?"[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 13, 2011 15:28:53 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::::::::: “Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself and asks nothing beyond itself. Praise is no part of it, for nothing is made worse or better by praise.”:::::::::::::::::::::::[/center][/size] Beautiful...? Robin was at a loss at what to say for a moment. Yes, she liked the sounds of the piano keys playing in complex melodies and harmonies together. She thought it quite beautiful too. But something created by herself, called beautiful. Trent, her almost adoptive parent, taught-- he didn't waste his time on praise. Finally, realizing the silence which had commenced, she tilted her head slightly to the side and nodded shyly."Thank you. The song is quite pretty, I think."
Robin turned slightly back around in her seat and stroked the pure white keys. Empath. That's what someone had called her, in the letter she received for the school. "Is that what we're called? Empaths?" She turned back again. "I guess you could call me that." |
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 13, 2011 15:46:36 GMT -5
KINKADE
new friends and new places to see
with blue skies ahead, yes i'm on my way
and there's no where else i'd rather be
Kinkade couldn't quite grasp why his compliment was met with silence, but it wasn't a negative sort of silence, so he waited patiently. He was actually used to that with other people. It seemed, in his experience, that many people needed time to think through their emotions. More than he needed, but his ability ensured his confidence in his own emotions, so he hardly counted. Finally her response came. Her shy tone left him unable to keep from grinning with amusement that lit his eyes, giving him a sort of brightness he'd lacked a few moments ago.
"Certainly so,
[/color]"Kins agreed passively, deciding not to persist with that particular idea. As long as they were in agreement, nothing more needed to be said, right? Perhaps. " Y'know, actually they call me Kinkade. Or, well, Kade'd do, or Kins, or-"Kinkade wasn't sure why he was finding it so easy to ramble to her, but he was. Maybe it was just their common power. Whatever it was, he had to remind himself to stop it. " The way I see it, anyone who has anything to do with emotions is kinda an empath as far as most people are concerned."Kins shrugged passively." So, by extension, the word doesn't mean much really.[/color]"[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 13, 2011 16:38:21 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::::::::: “We are the living links in a life force that moves and plays around and through us, binding the deepest soils with the farthest stars.”:::::::::::::::::::::::[/center][/size] Robin thought about this for a moment, before smiling slightly. "Well, nice to meet you Mr. Empath Kins. I'm..." Her voice faltered slightly, almost unnoticeably as she tried to recover. "...Christina. But no one calls me that. They call me, I call myself, Robin."
Swallowing hard, Robin lifted extended her hand outward in front of her, as if offering a shake-- before flattening hand and letting the palm face toward the sky. She rolled her fingers, closed her eyes, and suddenly upon her palm came a tiny, transparent blue flame. It sparkled and wavered uncertainly-- before evaporating and floating in bubbles of light toward the skylight.
Robin's arm dropped limply to her side, and she caught it with her other, and massaged it gently-- cracking open her blue slits for eyes. "My power comes from what keeps me alive. My soul, my life-force, is what makes me an empath. I can only feel what you feel because you're alive." Her smile faltered into a painful grimace as her head spun slightly. "And because I give a little of my life every-time. I don't know if you can... if you can still call me an empath." |
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 13, 2011 17:17:02 GMT -5
KINKADE
i'd like to step into your world
show me a secret
i promise to keep it safe and
sheltered from the storm
Kinkade smiled. Mr. Empath Kins. Ha. He had a lot of nicknames, but that one hadn't been used yet. Kudos. When her own name didn't come instantly Kins could only watch her curiously, waiting patiently for whatever she'd chose. Christina, she'd said. Followed by the explanation that no one used that name for her. The immediate question was, of course, why? He didn't verbalize it, though.
"It's an honor to make your acquaintance, Robin.
[/color]"Kins responded. He kept quiet in favor of watching what she did next. To his great surprise- and delight- the movement of her hands resulted in a blue flame. Now wasn't that clever! It didn't last, though. Kinkade watched it almost longingly as it floated upwards. Huh. That was new. To see the flame return to Robin brought an excited gleam to Kins' expression. That was so cool! " Whatever the classification is, that's amazing.[/color]"Kinkade responded, his voice tinted with concern as he looked away from the flame and to Robin. He was no expert on classification, and he didn't really want to be, either. He didn't put much stock in the labeling anyway. He was, however, fairly good with emotions. And right now things weren't right. " Are you okay, Robin?[/color]"Kinkade questioned. From what she said about her power using her life-force, he would assume it wasn't exactly painless, but he wanted to hear her talk about it if she was willing.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 13, 2011 17:53:56 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::::::::: “Revealing what hurts, emotionally, spiritually and physically, is weakness. To be weak is to destory yourself, and those around you.”:::::::::::::::::::::::[/center][/size] No. No, I'm not okay. As long as I'm alive, I'll never be okay.
Instead, Robin coughed and smiled weakly. "Of course. It's just... loosing life-force is hard. It's already hard enough with so many people around... It's just dragging me down." Suddenly realizing how much she had revealed, much more than she would have liked, Robin flushed and tucked a stray strand of blond curl behind her ear.
"I'm fine," she said again. Robin shifted on the bench and onto her hands. An age old habit. It helps her stop shaking after using some of her life-force. "What are you doing out of your room at two in the morning, Mr. Empath Kins?" |
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 13, 2011 18:13:05 GMT -5
KINKADE
yes my life is better left to chance
i could have missed the pain
but i'd of had to miss the dance
Kinkade listened attentively to her when she explained. He could sympathize with being overwhelmed in crowds, but not so much with being 'drug down' by it. His expression shifted from concern to a small smile when she blushed. That was cute, despite the situation at hand.
It was so definitive. I'm fine. It's message was even clearer to Kinkade; I'm lying. If she didn't want to talk about it, though, Kinkade wasn't going to ask. Her topic choice? Seemed to be lecturing him. Awesome. Oddly enough- though it was his second lecture of the night for the same offense- he was strangely alright with it.
"Admiring the stars. Beautiful night out. I sorta fell asleep out there. But it's the perfect place to be. I only came inside because Shiloh- I mean, that history teacher- woke me up and made me. But I'm glad I did.
[/color]"Kinkade answered, ruffling the hair on the back of his head. Nervous habit. He was being awfully still. And so very calm, it seemed. It was sort of bothering him- just a little bit. Not enough to actually move yet. " Wouldn't want to miss such a beautiful performance- the stars'll be there tomorrow night.[/color]"[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 13, 2011 18:26:54 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::::::::: “It's only during an eclipse that the Man in the Moon has a place in the sun”:::::::::::::::::::::::[/center][/size] (Haha.. I think your nick-name is going to stick with Robin, Mr. Empath Kins, sir.)
Robin listened carefully to his explanation, interest in this boy growing by the second. At his comment on the stars however, she burst into a very rare grin, and she ran her fingers across the piano in a swift and fluid arpegio. "Well, Mr. Empath Kins, sir, you may have been right about everything so far..." She paused, and turned around-- excitement bright in her eyes. "But you are wrong about the stars. Tonight is very special for them." She slid off the bench and to her feet with an obvious inhuman grace, doing a slightly musical dance around Kindake.
"And you," She twirled around to his left, smiling, "...are going to find out why." Finishing her small fanning dance, she twirled away and to the stair leading out of the ball-room and beckoned him with a flick of her hand. |
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 13, 2011 18:57:06 GMT -5
KINKADE
i see a sense of wonder
deep inside your eyes
as we're sparkling
and twirling in the twilight
(No complaints here <3)
Someone who listened to him ramble was always a welcomed friend for Kins. And, much to his surprise, she didn't seem annoyed by him. Instead, she offered a correction to his statement. He grinned.
"Oh?"was his response as he watched her dance about. Stunning. Elegant. Beautiful.
"I'd love to,
[/color]"Kinkade responded when she said he'd find out why. Worse yet, he was actually dying to know. As she twirled away, he watched, frozen in place until she reminded him he could move with the gesture of her hand. Oh. Right. With an uncharacteristic blush, the teen got to his feet and followed the graceful girl from the room with, well, very little grace of his own. His steps were sure and definite, but they weren't particularly fluid or awe inspiring. Actually, he was getting sleepy, so if anything they were sluggish. Not that he cared.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 13, 2011 19:10:38 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::::::::: "The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star."
:::::::::::::::::::::::[/center][/size] Robin leapt up the stairs two at a time, anxious to know if she had missed the phenomenon. It wasn't likely, but still- it was something to think about. Once she reached the peak of the stairs, she emptied out into a well, empty room-- it's only feature being a small window in the right-hand corner.
Not wasting a moment, Robin fluttered over to the window and popped the lock open with a flick of her hand. She struggled to slide it open. but eventually its hinges complied with a groan and squeaked open to its limit.
Not even checking behind her to make sure Kin was still following, (slightly scared he would protest, or ask a question that would shake her own much-needed confidence for this next endeavor) her tiny frame easily swung out the small-window and disappeared into the blanket of black.
There was a moment of panic were Robin smothered an instinctive cry of alarm as she began to free-fall. To her shaky and expected relief, however, her bare-feet hit the narrow ledge (one you might see a gargoyle perched upon) a few meters below the open window. Having spent so much time in trees, this felt absolutely natural to Robin and she jumped onto another ledge a few feet over so when/if Kin followed, he would have room to land.
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 13, 2011 19:25:51 GMT -5
KINKADE
i see a sense of wonder
deep inside your eyes
as we're sparkling
and twirling in the twilight
Kins did follow, albeit a bit slower than her. Instead of going outside like he anticipated, she went up the stairs. Odd, but fun. He grinned now as he walked behind her, his own pace quickening as curiosity got the best of him.
There was a slight pause where he was able to gain some ground on her as she opened a window. His first instinct was to warn her,'careful'- he didn't want to see her fall. But he also didn't want to lecture his new and fascinating friend. So he bit his lip and kept his fear to himself. After all, he did dangerous things all the time. He had no place to get upset with her. Well, no place that was, until she actually jumped out the window. Oh, God.
Kinkade made it to the window in seconds, his chest hitting against something solid at a rather quick speed. Ow. Hopefully that didn't bruise... He didn't wince, he didn't want to impair his vision. Much to his relief, she was okay. He let out a sigh of relief.
"Robin, what are you doing?"Kins questioned. Much to his dismay she jumped from her somewhat dangerous position on the ledge. His breath caught as she moved through the air, only returning to him when she appeared to have landed. "Robin! Wait." Wait, that was, so that he could be out of the window and prepared to catch her if she kept jumping like a maniac. Then again, the chances of him catching her were slim. He'd at least like to be close enough to try.
He hadn't done anything this terrifying in a while. Kinkade held his breath again as he climbed out the window and let himself fall to the ledge, his eyes closed the entire time. The solid surface was such a relief! He bent his knees and placed his hands against the ledge, assuring himself he was firmly on it. Now that he was on the ledge, he had absolutely nothing to say. He couldn't think of anything but the ground beneath him, which he was now staring down toward.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 13, 2011 19:49:40 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::::::::: "And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.":::::::::::::::::::::::[/center][/size] Robin smiled in the pitch black. It was natural to be nervous. The this was only the third time she had done this feat in the five days she had lived here. Now she lepta back over to his ledge, pressed uncomfortably close to his wobbly figure as she clung to the wall.
"Ready for a climb?" She asked, nudging him lightly in the shoulder with her own. Robin searched blindly in the darkness with her small hands, until her fingers leapt back at something sharp. A trickle of blood wheeled up in her hand, and the tangy metal smell of blood filled the air. Robin rolled her eyes in the darkness, wiping her hand on her dark-blue tank-top. More carefully this time, she groped in the same place as before-- careful to avoid the sharp thorns of the roses.
Finally, her fingers made it through the soft petals and rough leaves, latching onto the criss-cross support beam that the roses grew upon-- one of those things you might see in a fairy-tale picture book. Inhaling sharply, Robin gathered the strength in her arms and lifted herself off the ground.
Hand, foot, pull, reach, jump. Hand, foot, pull, reach, leap! Robin quickly scaled the rose-support, and pulled herself up onto the tiles of the roof-- slightly out of breath by the end, but satisfied. |
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