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Post by Mother on Jan 20, 2015 22:19:26 GMT -5
Where: Storage Room, somewhere near a piano, wherever that may be Why: rp is important and so are feels Who: Alice and Taro the cat When: post 2nd trial and execution, pre 3rd trial ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice sat on the piano bench, staring blankly at the keys. Play something, Alice, play something. Anything. You always told yourself that music was therapeutic, right? Right? Alice pounded her fists lightly on the keys. She hadn't... she didn't... she didn't know Juliet. But no one deserved to die. No one. No. NO. N O. Alice was angry. She didn't get angry often. She never had a good reason to be truly, completely, and wholly angry. She never had a reason to even curse. But oh man did she want to curse right now. "Ffff..." it felt so unnatural. But. You have to let it out, she told herself. "F U CK." It wasn't right. Goddammit she hated that fucking bear. That. BEAR. Whomever was behind all of this, she was so...so... heartbroken. I mean, if she was honest with herself, she didn't know any of the victims. She had no personal connection to them. She didn't miss them. She couldn't. All she could miss was the fact that she never got to meet them. She took a deep breath and sat up straight. She was gonna play the heck out of this piano. She closed her eyes and began to play her favorite song. It was one of the only ones she knew by heart. After playing the first few chords, she began to sing, powerfully:
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one
No is the saddest experience you'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know
Because one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever know
It's just no good anymore since you went away
Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday
Because one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever know
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number, much, much worse than two
One is the number divided by two
One
One is the loneliest number
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Post by Mother on Jan 20, 2015 22:24:19 GMT -5
(feel free to interrupt her cause she's heartless and deserves no mercy)
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 20, 2015 22:24:33 GMT -5
warning if you break the piano fermata is going to kill you
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Post by Mother on Jan 20, 2015 22:27:09 GMT -5
warning if you break the piano fermata is going to kill you she's playing this and she will not break piano only play it and cry I mean sing
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 20, 2015 22:28:45 GMT -5
warning if you break the piano fermata is going to kill you she's playing this and she will not break piano only play it and cry I mean sing good nods in approval
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Post by kano shoeya on Jan 20, 2015 22:45:04 GMT -5
It was the voice that attracted Taro to the storage room, luring him out from the fourth floor, where he had been lying in wait in the lounge, and had forced him down the stairs. For a moment he considered that the voice might belong to that SHSL Opera kid or whatever - after, that kid specialized in singing - but after a moment he realized that the voice was like that of a female, not a male. And besides, it was definitely not an opera-type of song - not that Taro didn't think that that kid couldn't sing anything besides opera, but, well, you get his point.
Stepping down the steps, hesitantly, ever so hesitantly, he clutched on the railing with white knuckles as he peered down at the girl who was playing on the piano. Maybe it was Fermata playing? No, Taro knew how she looked, and this wasn't it. Peering a little closer, he saw that, yes, indeed, this girl was a bit more dark-toned, a bit more subtle than Fermata. But in some sense, that made her all the more approachable, all the more comforting to him.
He briefly wondered if this was that 'Alice' that had left a note on everyone's door, comforting them and telling them that she, the SHSL Guidance Counselor, was here to help. She fit the bill, certainly - music was a very calming tool, so it wouldn't be unheard of that she might pick up some piano so as to help her in her job a bit more. And even if that weren't the case, her entire body oozed kindness and comfort - something that Taro didn't know much of, to be completely honest, but recognized when he saw it.
Stepping once more down the stairs, he wondered if he should interrupt this girl-who-was-probably-Alice's performance, but decided against it. After all, she was clearly into whatever song she was singing, and it would be beyond rude of him to-
His slippers, true to their name, slipped on the shiny surface of the wooden stairs, and with a shriek, he hit his head on the steps. Fortunately, he had managed to catch himself before reaching the bottom of the stairs and thus stopped a horrible collision with a whole manner of different boxes, but the damage had been done. He had interrupted Alice's so-far perfect performance.
Hanging his head guiltily and blushing profusely in shame, he covered his face with quivering hands. "S-sorry." He murmured.
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Post by Mother on Jan 20, 2015 22:54:05 GMT -5
Alice abruptly stopped the song, only playing the last chord repeatedly for a few moments as her she turned and looked about the room to see where the shriek had come from. She looked over to a small boy, who she had remembered seeing a few times around the ship. Oh no! Did he hurt himself??
Alice was still feeling a bit emotional from everything that had happened, but even if her playing had gotten interrupted she was kind of glad that someone stopped by. She didn't want to wallow in pity or... I guess, grief. If she could call it that. This feeling and all of the things she had witnessed in the past few days were just so strange and horrible and foreign it was really hard to find a word to put to her feelings. She wished she had her list of words that she used to help others identify what they were feeling. But she didn't have any of that stuff with her now.
Alice quickly got up and rushed over to the little boy.
"Oh my goodness!" She said her voice rising in concern. "Are you ok??? Are you hurt???" She noticed he was blushing, but she didn't know why he felt embarrassed. Everyone had their clumsy moments... She bent down next to him. He must have fallen down the steps...
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Post by kano shoeya on Jan 20, 2015 23:11:40 GMT -5
Taro looked up as the girl loomed over him. Sure enough, this had to be Alice. Her tone of voice gave it away, as well her posture and the general way that she had reacted. Well, that and it was just his general intuition, but Taro liked to believe that it was his amazing deduction skills that had managed to pinpoint exactly who Alice was.
"A-ah, I'm fine." He murmured hastily, sitting up and dusting off his sweater. Patting himself all over, he checked to make sure he had sustained no major injuries. No broken legs, check. No broken arms either, which was good. His ribs and general stomach area seemed fine too, actually.
But feeling the back of his head, he winced as he felt a dull, bruising pain blossom. Ah. He probably had a huge black and blue spot forming on the back their already, actually. That sucked. He'd have to check back at the nurse's office later, or maybe ask Four if he could fix him up. After all, Four was a Survivalist, he must have dealt with these kinds of things beforehand.
However, redirecting his attention back to the girl in front of him, he smiled timidly. "Er, hi." He half-whispered. "My name's Taro, the SHSL Seamstress or whatever. Or Sewer. Either one is equally bad, though, I guess, cause whichever one you refer to me too I'm either a girl or a place where your garbage goes, heh..." His voice trailed off as he realized who he was talking too, and he frantically waved his hands in front of him. "N-not that there's anything wrong with girls, o-of course!" He comforted. "It's just, that, er..." He trailed off once again, hanging his head. "Sorry. I'll shut up now."
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Post by Mother on Jan 20, 2015 23:22:51 GMT -5
"No! No! It's alright." Alice smiled back, and sat down next to him. "I'm glad you're ok, and it's nice to meet you Taro. I'm Alice. SHSL Counselor. And that's really awesome that you sew by the way. It must be fun to make things by hand."
She always admired people who were able to channel their creativity into practical skills, but she was sure that with sewing, he could also make a lot of really cool things besides the basic t-shirt or pillow case as well.
And...
Although she was happy to meet another student, it was almost bittersweet. She didn't want to think of what could happen in the future... she didn't want to think about...
Just. Live in the present. Enjoy what you have now. Taro seemed nice and friendly and sweet. But he seemed to be in more pain than he was letting on. He might need ice, or he could get a bad bruise.
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Post by kano shoeya on Jan 20, 2015 23:44:35 GMT -5
Taro blinked triumphantly. Ah, so he had been right! Although it was a pitifully small thing and, of course, nothing quite that much to be proud of, it still cheered him to a great extent. To be honest, there wasn't much that was meant to be positive that couldn't cheer him in one way or another - he was just so sadly gullible and clingy to what little he could succeed at.
However, at Alice's words, he perked up a little bit. "Uhm," He said hesitantly, scratching the back of his head. "I've never liked sewing that much, actually, to be honest. Sure, it was fun at first, but after I learned how to make nearly anything but didn't quite have the materials for it, you can loose interest real fast, you see?" He smiled, though, quite opposite to the message of his words.
(sorry this is short orz i have to sleep soon)
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Post by Mother on Jan 20, 2015 23:51:43 GMT -5
(that is a-ok you reply when you can ///hunches over computer like the old lady she is//)
"Ah, yeah. That makes sense. It's hard to pursue a hobby if you don't have the means to do so..." she looked around the storage room.
"Have you ever thought of looking around here to see if there might be some materials for you to sew with? I mean, I know you said you actually don't like doing it all that much but... I don't know maybe you'd have fun or something to do" -to distract yourself, God knows you need distractions, like I do - "that would interest you?? I know for me, I tried looking for some books on psychology and what not, but I didn't have any luck. But I mean, if they have instruments for people's SHSL's, there might just be a sewing kit."
She hoped she wasn't talking him to tears. He just seemed really easy to talk to.
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Post by kano shoeya on Jan 21, 2015 0:29:51 GMT -5
(hello this is from mobile so i apologize for any typos in advance)
Taro blinked at the notion. "Other hobbies?" He repeated, tapping his chin thoughtfully with a free hand. "W-well, I haven't actually seen any sewing kits around here, so that would be really nice if we could find one eventually, though if we don't find one at all that's okay too. As for other hobbies, though-"
He paused, and then shrugged with a carefree smile. "I don't have any, actually! Family was too poor to pay the taxes and I got dropped out of school back in second grade, you get the idea. I kinda only worked on my sewing abilities since then to bring in some sort of income. I don't care about it much, so don't worry." He added hastily, "I managed to get into Hope's Peak, so that makes up for everything, right?"
He paused. "Save for the fact we're in this killing this, of course." He added sadly. "That's kinda unfortunate."
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Post by Mother on Jan 21, 2015 1:43:17 GMT -5
(someone should remind me to reply to this when I'm not so tired please cries)
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Post by kano shoeya on Jan 21, 2015 15:07:50 GMT -5
(someone should remind me to reply to this when I'm not so tired please cries) Bumps
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Post by kano shoeya on Jan 23, 2015 21:29:59 GMT -5
(someone should remind me to reply to this when I'm not so tired please cries) bump 2.0
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