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 Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 9:04 am
((Really? Pachelbel? Lol. I'll eply when I get home around... Maybe six or so. I'm on a starbucks wifi right now. Itouches are great. Pardon the errors. Lol. smile
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 9:57 am
OOC: Haha, sorry I'm going through this cd my friend gave me once as a joke. A collection of music to listen to while studying, it never really worked for me but yeah its on it. So I figured why not right? Have I disappointed you lol.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 5:53 pm
G.e.m.m.a D.a.n.f.o.r.d,
T.h.e M.i.s.e.r.a.b.l.e. O.n.e. She was that disappearance. She remembered fooling around with some of her friends. They were camping and they were all pretty drunk. She sighed, remembering how carefree she used to act, how people used to think she was. She played her part well. No one knew how much she was hurting inside. She kept that part all locked away. Again, diverting herself from the topic of conversation, she listened to his Pachelbel. "So, why are you lonely? A young musician as yourself, surely, you have it all?" She asked, already somewhat knowing the answer. She frowned a little when he missed a C sharp in the beginning, during the second or third run. She picked up her violin and followed him with the scond violin part. It was all the same anyways. She remembered vaguely seeing a comedian make funof Pachelbel's Canon. It was an old video and every violinist and cellist she knew adored it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 5:55 pm
((Thought you might enjoy that. As a (second) violinist, I will make sure you have seen that rant. It's hilarious. I feel so bad for those cellists. I played Pachelbel's Canon two years ago. I HATED IT. lol)))
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 7:56 pm
Troy Martin
The Hopeful Lonely One Troy listened to her as he sighed softly and shook his head a bit. "Sorry, you must be offended by me playing a violin... I'm not that very good at it but I'm trying to learn. I'm better at the guitar than violin." He sighed softly as he looked at the door and knocked on it a bit. He was thinking if he could enter the house and see her.
"Can I come in? Or is a stranger not allowed into your hallowed home. And for my story.... well perhaps I will tell you it. About two years ago, I was in love, at least I think I was, she came to me one winter night. Upset. I let them in and I was told a sad story, about an accident that occured with her car, so I gave her money to help her out. After that my girlfriend.... thanked me. The next day, I was leaving my house, I got beat up by a man... my girlfriend, had been cheating on me with him and the money I gave her paid for her to well... free her from being a mother in nine months. The man who put me in the hospital was the father of the child." He took a breath, by now he had stopped and let the violin fall to his lap. "Can you blame me for not wanting to believe in people, when something like that can happen?" He asked her curiously. OOC: That's really fun, that's awesome =) and yes he's an uber emo behind the charming blonde hair.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:09 pm
G.e.m.m.a D.a.n.f.o.r.d,
T.h.e M.i.s.e.r.a.b.l.e. O.n.e. Gemma smiled ironically.
"No big deal. It's not like everyone is good at only one thing." she said quietly. When he mentioned her "hallowed' home, she couldn't help but laugh. From her place against the wall, she was silent for a moment, giving the idea some thought. If she let him in, would he turn out to be like all the other men she had known? She sucked in a deep breath of air, and hoped she wouldn't regret letting him come in.
"Fine." She said. "You can come in." She listened to his story, still smiling bitterly.
"Well, my friend, it seems we've both been scorned, although, you story could have been worse, but I get the whole not believing in people." Maybe that had come off as a little... abrasive? She shrugged it off, hoping she wouldn't scare him away. It had been so long since she had had any company whatsoever, that she forgot how to have basic human interaction. it was a feat that she hadn't already gone mad.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:10 pm
((Like the real Heath ledger... *cry* I loved him. He was such a great actor... v.v ))
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 9:25 pm
OOC: Yes, I didn't like his earlier works, but then I looked back and saw he really was an amazing actor.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 9:38 pm
Troy Martin
The Hopeful Lonely OneTroy looked at the door and sighed softly as he smiled a bit softly. "Yeah well you sound beautiful on the violin." He told her honestly as he slowly tried to get up and pack up his guitar and violin. "Really? Thank you..." The boy asked in surprise as he hear her say she wanted him to come in to her home. "Yeah.... well what's your story my dear?" He asked her honestly as he grabbed the door handle and slowly opened the door to the house. Walking inside he saw the girl and couldn't help but smile seeing her there. "And here I was expecting once I entered the nice but bitter voice would belong to something scary that would steal my soul." He laughed lightly and looked at her more.
"I'm Troy.." He whispered his name gently and extended a hand to her after putting down his stuff.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 4:37 am
G.e.m.m.a D.a.n.f.o.r.d,
T.h.e M.i.s.e.r.a.b.l.e. O.n.e. Gemma smiled when he complimented her.
"Well, it's not like I haven't had about a century of practice." Her smile grew bitter when this boy, Troy, asked for her story. She sighed gently, getting up from off the floor.
"What can I say? My boyfriend broke up with me right before I came here with a bunch of my friends. Said I was too..." What was it that he had said? Oh. "controlled, and I didn't feel anything. He had finally gotten fed up with my trust issues, I guess. I was that "perfect" girl in school. Until I got home everyday. I was basically raised by my brother. My younger sister loved me." She had intentionally left out significant parts of her life. Her parents. She didn't want to tell anyone about them yet. She wasn't ready to even tell anyone. This would be the first time.
"I'm Gemma, by the way." She took his hand, and shook it gently, making sure the scars on her wrists didn't show through her variety of bracelets.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 6:36 am
Troy Martin
The Hopeful Lonely OneTroy looked at her with a confused expression on his face. What she had said bothered him a lot as he tried to think about what she had told him. "A century? What the hell is she then?" Listening to her story his face went from confused to sad for the poor girl in front of him. For a moment he was going to regret this if she was some sort of monster but he took a step closer and hugged her. "I'm sorry Gemma, for asking you to tell me that painful story.." He told her softly before stepping back. "You said you... had a century of practice... so what are you?" He finally asked wondering what his odds of survival would be to make it to the door.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:16 pm
G.e.m.m.a D.a.n.f.o.r.d,
T.h.e M.i.s.e.r.a.b.l.e. O.n.e. Gemma watched Troy's face contort into a variety of feelings, presumably for her.
"It's not that bad... It could be worse. I could have been... like... raped or something." She said, subtly revealing the truth. His question didn't strike her as odd. She simply leveled her gaze to him, and said quietly, "I was the girl who disappeared a century ago." She remembered dancing around the fire, with a bottle of beer in her hand, several empty bottles laying beyond that. Her three best friends, Alice, James, and John were with her, as drunk as she was, dancing with her. She shook her head slightly, as if to get rid of the images.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 9:37 pm
Troy Martin
The Hopeful Lonely OneTroy looked into her eyes as she started to speak about her past a bit more. "And yet you were, weren't you? After all a hundred years of silence, its not like they can hurt you now..." He whispered softly as he stared back into her eyes. All he wanted to do was drag her out of there, for some reason in his mind and heart he felt like he had to take care of this poor girl, Gemma. "Wait.... so are you a ghost? vampire? demon?" He asked taking out his violin bow he reached it out and poked her shoulder slightly keeping his distance as best he could.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 7:31 am
G.e.m.m.a D.a.n.f.o.r.d,
T.h.e M.i.s.e.r.a.b.l.e. O.n.e. Gemma was surprised when he got that she had been.
"Yes, but after a hundred years of silence, who would care enough to remember "that girl who disappeared here.' If no one would even care to remember that, why would they care about me? There's no one to, that's why. No one knows who I am. All the people I loved are dead. There's no way around that fact." She looked at him blatantly when he poked her with his bow, trying to get a tangible feel of her.
"I'm a ghost. I was born in 1992. I died in 2010. Simple." She said, still not telling the uglier parts of her story. There was something about this boy that made her seem like she wasn't a ghost. He seemed to genuinely care about her, a dead girl.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:08 am
Troy Martin
The Hopeful Lonely OneTroy looked at her and mouthed a sorry as he put away the violin bow. "I'm sure someone cared about you all those years ago, whether you believe it or not Gemma. No one is ever so unloved that no one will care when they are gone." He told her softly and paused for a moment, he had to shake his head and broke eyes contact with her for a moment finding himself in shock of what he said to her. "Wait, you mean 1892 and died 1909?" He asked curiously given the hundred year gap, he was probably off on the math but still she was being confusing. "Well... I'm here maybe I can help you in someway?"
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