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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 17:02:10 GMT -5
When: 3 days after 3rd trial Where: oh hey look theres a piano it must be the storage room Who: fermata and whoever the frick wants to jump into a giant pool of self doubt and depression
3 days. Fermata hadn't stopped moving her hands for three days, hadn't sat up for three days, hadn't slept for three days, hadn't eaten for three days. She hadn't moved an inch. Unless you counted her hands, which hadn't stopped. Fermata was playing piano without stopping, and she couldn't see why she would stop.
Everything was fine, wasn't it?
As she moved swiftly into the next piece.
No one was hurt.
She flew through her chords.
None of her friends were hurt.
She practiced her minuets.
She wasn't hurt.
She started another piece.
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Post by Koxio on Jan 25, 2015 17:54:07 GMT -5
[[ heyyyy can i jump in,,]]
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 18:33:42 GMT -5
[[ heyyyy can i jump in,,]] (sure :3)
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Post by Koxio on Jan 25, 2015 19:45:12 GMT -5
Jaxan, crossdressed as Rubix [ because she has taken it upon herself to crossdress as him for 5 days horray], had heard the noise of a piano going on and on and on...somebody must be playing a really long song. Why, she didn't know. But what concerned her was that the sound of a piano could be heard whenever she passed the storage room when she took a walk in the middle of the night. She assumed the person playing the piano had taken a break, right?
After waiting about 5 hours next to the door, concerned about the persons' health, she concluded that the person playing the piano did not stop. That fired all the alarm systems off in her head.
She walked into the storage room, pushing her glasses up. In front of her sat Fermenta, playing the piano like it was the end of the world.
"Hey, listen..." she began, not knowing where to start, wanting to yell, 'what the heck are you doing'. "You've been playing that thing for a pretty long time...? You okay?" She asked, scratching her neck that would not be exposed to the air if she didn't have her crossdressing wig on.
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 19:54:32 GMT -5
"perfectly fine." she mumbled, not stopping her playing for a second. though at the same time, she was sure that the dark color of the skin under her eyes might refute her statement, she did not care. She didnt care about it being harder to play the more time went on, and she didnt care about the fact that she hadnt seen this person quite yet. there was nothing but music, and everything was alright.
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Post by Koxio on Jan 25, 2015 20:10:33 GMT -5
"Hey, hey, don't mistake me for a fool, please." She peered at her face, instantly noting the bags under her eyes. "Underneath your eyes clearly goes against your statement, Miss..."
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 20:14:18 GMT -5
Fermata didn't even look her in the eyes, didn't notice who it was, didn't care about her logic. "i cannot bring myself to care." was her muffled response, her voice cracking slightly at the end. she didn't slow down her playing, swiftly switching to another piece. She was going to continue playing, saying everything was alright, because it was, wasn't it? she was imagining everything, and when she played long enough it would be over.
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Post by Koxio on Jan 25, 2015 20:19:40 GMT -5
"Well, this isn't working, is it?" She asked herself, and then grabbed both of Fermenta's moving hands, preventing her from playing. "I don't know you, but it's concerning all the same. You're going to hurt yourself or something among the lines of that, or pass out from the lack of sleep for who knows how long."
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 20:23:16 GMT -5
"let me play." she mumbled, trying to place her hands back onto the piano. but due to lack of sleep, nutrition, care, and strength in general, she found herself unable to do so. nonono, she needed to play, she needed to play desperately. it hadnt been enough.
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Post by Koxio on Jan 25, 2015 21:08:57 GMT -5
"I couldn't do that, or I would drown in a sea of regret and the question - 'how stupid do people really think of me?'. I don't know about you, but if you were in my shoes, you would think the same." Jaxan kept the grip on Fermenta's hands.
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 21:10:53 GMT -5
Fermata didnt look up. why would she? she didnt feel the need to, at least. she tried pulling her hands out of Jaxan's grip, only succeeding in tiring herself further. her next response was too muffled to hear.
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Post by Koxio on Jan 25, 2015 21:15:26 GMT -5
"Er...could you repeat that?" Jaxan asked softly, not wanting to raise her voice. Maybe the lack of noise would startle her, who knows.
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 21:17:31 GMT -5
"i want to play." it was barely a whisper, barely a request. the piano was all fermata had ever known, the only thing that felt normal to her. it was the only thing she wanted to do.
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Post by Koxio on Jan 25, 2015 21:19:08 GMT -5
"U-Uh," Jaxan mumbled, not wanting to give in, but all the same - hearing the soft voice...dang. It was like she had given up, somehow. "Sorry, but no can do. How about I carry you to your room?"
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Jan 25, 2015 21:22:48 GMT -5
"i dont... want to move." she muttered, trying to pull her hands away. she still couldnt succeed.
also ur in luck because this child weighs nothing ha
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