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 Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 12:11 pm
♫ Play Me A Melody So Sweet ♫ Once, Long Ago...
A lonely wizard lived in solitude in an estate upon a hill. So far from the town was his estate, that none of the villagers came to visit him. Drowning in his loneliness, the wizard cast a spell upon the instruments in his possession and brought them to life. He gave them human form and voice, emotion and understanding, hopes and dreams, he gave them life. With these instruments, he lived -- no longer lonely and the instruments played for him and him alone in happiness.
But as the wizard was only human, he fell to age and died one day. All alone in an estate that no one would visit, he left the instruments with human hearts to drown in loneliness and sorrow.
The years passed and the village grew in size -- to something of a city. Technology advanced and new buildings were built.
Now, a college sits not too far from the lonely estate. Four college students, looking for a home close to school, decide to rent out the rooms of the dusty estate. Little do they know of the current residents of the estate who, after years of sleeping and collecting dust, will awaken their human hearts and forms to meet these strangers -- the first ones to visit since the death of their beloved wizard.
... There is a slight problem, however. It seems that, after years of being alone and after being in their original forms, the instruments cannot take on their human forms anymore. So they play their songs while the strangers live in their home to tell them, We're here, we're still here. They can speak, but most of them cannot move. How can they regain their form and walk beside the humans as their did with their wizard? How can they become human once more?
To the four little students who tread on unknown ground, can you help those poor souls created by a lonely man? Storyline By: Dyerk and Scarebare of Roliana.com
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 12:14 pm
Rules
1. ~ I am God. Worship me. I make the rules. Obey them.
2. ~ No text speak. Please be literate. I would like between one and four paragraphs. This is a literate to semi-lit thread. (A paragraph consists of four sentences minimum.)
3. ~ Please no *for actions*. Dialogue should be in " " and thoughts are italicized. Also in third person. He/She/They. No I's. Use periods. They are useful.
4. ~ PG-16. No cybering. I encourage romance, but just hugging, kissing, and cuddling. Nothing more.
5. ~ Be consistent. Post once every three days, please. I will send you a nagging PM if you do not.
6. ~ Try to make pretty posts. I like things that look nice.
7. ~ There will be four students. I would like to keep a reasonable number of instruments as well. I would also like to keep and even ratio of guys to girls.
8. ~ Rule 13 is important. Careful. Don't skip it. Highlight to see it.
9. ~ I may make exceptions for rule number seven if we don't get enough people. Possibly... not likely.
10. ~ Never divide by zero.
11. ~ No killing (without permission) or God-modding.
12. ~ Feel free to PM me with questions. I don't bite. much....12. ~ PM profiles to me titled "What's that Sound?" for students and "Listen to the Music" for instruments. Put a ninja smilie somewhere in your profile.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 12:22 pm
Roles  Students
Student 1 : Taken
Student 2 : Taken
Student 3 : Taken
Student 4 : Taken
Instruments *I am placing a limit of six instruments. The list is for ideas.*
Flute: Taken
Violin: Taken
Cello: Taken
Harp: Taken
Shamisan: Taken
Grand Piano: Taken
* In order for an instrument to regain their human form, they must befriend a human.
** Instruments can change their form from human to instrument and back at will.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 12:23 pm
Skeletons Students [b]Username[/b]:
[b]I'm called[/b]: (character name)
[b]Most people just call me[/b]: (nickname)
[b]I've survived[/b]: (age)
[b]Can't you tell I'm[/b]: (gender)
[b]I suppose you could say I'm[/b]: (sexuality)
[b]I tend to act[/b]: (personality)
[b]Don't tell anyone[/b]: (bio)
[b]Can you give me more[/b]: (likes)
[b]Take it away[/b]: (dislikes)
[b]My mirror broke[/b]: (appearance -anime pictures only-)
[b]Also...[/b]: (extra info) Instruments [b]Username[/b]:
[b]The Wizard called me[/b]: (character name)
[b]What I really am[/b]: (instrument type)
[b]The humans think I'm[/b]: (age)
[b]It seems I'm[/b]: (gender)
[b]I suppose you could say I'm[/b]: (sexuality)
[b]I tend to act[/b]: (personality)
[b]Don't tell anyone[/b]: (bio)
[b]Can you give me more[/b]: (likes)
[b]Take it away[/b]: (dislikes)
[b]Every coin has two sides[/b]: (appearance, both human form -anime pictures only- and instrumental)
[b]Also...[/b]: (extra info)
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 12:31 pm
Human Profiles  Lady Elizabeth Greyfox Username: Lady Elizabeth Greyfox I'm called: Sarah Paige Arnette Most people just call me: Sarah I've survived: 20 Can't you tell I'm: Female I suppose you could say I'm: Asexual (or so she says) I tend to act: Quiet and aloof, she doesn't like being crowded. Though she's rather brilliant, she doesn't offer her input unless asked. Not that she's selfish, but that she doesn't like to speak unless spoken to. She has the tendency to get agitated easily and can be defensive about everything. She also gets her feelings hurt too easily. Don't tell anyone: Sarah was born into a very uptight family as the youngest of two children. Being the only daughter she was very sheltered by her overprotective parents. As she grew she took to shutting others out and rebeling. By the time she graduated, she'd become a mystery in black to everyone but those she'd deemed worthy to know her. For college she's decided to study English. Can you give me more: Books, herbal tea, incense, and Charmed. Take it away: Spiders, her parents, crowded places, loud noises My mirror broke:  Also...: She played the violin for years before she quit in 10th grade. Mage_NikoGoldeye Username: Mage_NikoGoldeye I'm called: Beckett Spader Most people just call me: Spader I've survived: 19 Can't you tell I'm: Male I suppose you could say I'm: Straight as a ruler I tend to act: [Spader is commonly mistaken for an apathetic young man, but he's not. He is relatively quite, though very intuitive. Always the gentleman, he has a soft spot for hidden deep inside. He has a stubborn streak and slightly strict temperament. He's rather serious, level-headed and responsible. Deep down, Spader is very caring and soft-hearted.] Don't tell anyone: Spader's parents were middle class. He had a good life with loving parents, until that day at the bank. It was embedded in his memory, haunting him. A gang of robbers held up the bank, which ended in fifteen murder's, two of them being his parents. The government took him into protective custody as he had no other relatives. Foster care was alright. He was taken care of, but he had no ability to make connections with foster parents and siblings. The only focus he had was school. He was a first rate musician. He dabbles on different instruments, but he prefers string instruments. He has a knack for fixing strings and such. Can you give me more: music, challenges, tea Take it away: small spaces, fake people, running My mirror broke:  Also...: N/A xDaishox Username: xDaishox I'm called: Aaron Young Most people just call me: Aaron I've survived: 20 Can't you tell I'm: Male I suppose you could say I'm: Heterosexual I tend to act: Pretty easy going by nature he keeps his head level in most situations except on some occasions when he thinks his vision has vanished even more. He's confident and likes to live with no regrets, but the thought of going fully blind one day scares him more than anything. Don't tell anyone: Even as a kid he was pretty music obsessed. His parents started him with the piano since a small age and he stuck with it, playing it faithfully everyday. Everything went as normal as could be for a family of four, Aaron having an elder brother of two years. That was, everything was peachy until they discovered Aaron had Retinitis Pigmentosa, a rare, inherited degenerative disease that slowly destroys the retina. At first Aaron only lost the sides of his vision, but as he aged the darkness slowly grew. Despite his still deteriorating sight and no cure he continued his pursuit of music, learning the flute in high school as well as taking vocal lessons. He entered college for music and is still as obsessed as day one. Can you give me more: The rain, coffee, bitter flavours, jazz ballads, city life Take it away: The dark, sweets, limitations My mirror broke:  Also...: -- xxBo0kn3rdxx Username: xxBo0kn3rdxx I'm called: Felix Rosenfeld Most people just call me: Felix, Sen, That One Mute Kid. I've survived: 19 Can't you tell I'm: Male I suppose you could say I'm: Heterosexual I tend to act: Calm and kindhearted, Felix is known for his heartwarming smile and quiet demeanor. He shows no signs of being crushed by the fact that he cannot speak, and he tries to make the best out of every day. If there is one thing the people around him learn, it is to appreciate everything they have, even though it's not much. Don't tell anyone: Felix was born mute. As a result, he spent most of his childhood at home, since other kids usually made fun of him once he stepped outside. Because he had nothing else to do, he focused his attention on studying and housework, and as time went on Felix grew into a well-rounded, diligent youth. When he was about six years old, his father, a professor of music, taught him to play the piano. His reasoning was that if he could not speak, he might express himself better through music. He was absolutely right. Felix practiced whenever he could, and a while later, it became apparent that the child had perfect pitch. Since then, Felix greatly expanded his knowledge in music under his father's careful guidance. Can you give me more: Music, reading, learning in general. Take it away: Messy places, loud noises. My mirror broke:  Also...: He carries around a PDA to communicate.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 12:32 pm
Instrument Profiles  IRRATIONALnumbers Username: IRRATIONALnumbers The Wizard called me: Arthamella What I really am: Harp The humans think I'm: Around Seventeen It seems I'm: Female I suppose you could say I'm: Pansexual I tend to act: Gentle, Clever, Narcissistic Don't tell anyone: "I was a harp, made to fit the desires of he whom had creative me. I am what I present, I was an instrument of beauty, made to appear warm and sound sweet. I know my self, I am and always will be forwards though I may phrase words so that no one gets to distressed by me. To put it kindly, my sound is hardly something that sounds wrong, when I bare the form of a wooden tool of sound, no matter how you stroke my chords, it is always pleasant to the ears. No matter what form I take, I'm sure the same can be said no matter my state. Beauty, though it must be depicted more so by the personality than appearance, I feel I live up to both and hold nothing to complain about, though, in some sore attitude, I may nag just a bit." Can you give me more: Nature, Music, Romance, Manners, Etiquette, Horrid frightening sounds Take it away: Obnoxious or rude behavior, Ill Temper, Every coin has two sides: The People Person, Sing a SongAlso...: N/A x Second Setback x Username: x Second Setback x The Wizard called me: Tristian Von Terra What I really am: piano The humans think I'm: twenty It seems I'm: female I suppose you could say I'm: heterosexual I tend to act: A hopeless romantic who's mind is always full of dreams and unlikely outcomes. Thinking so much of the unlikely, one could call me a creative soul, although I do prefer to be called innovative. Sadly, I have to admit that selfishness is something that runs deep in my heart, but so does hope. So, in summery; I'm a selfishly hopeful creative romantic who's joyful to things that may come. Don't tell anyone: Not that it's hard to hide, but I was originally just a piano that was brought to life by a lonely man. I used to play for him every day. My voice echoing the classics of music, as well as my heart. The wizard was a good man, although not all good things last. Unlike us, he died. We were left with an empty home and empty hearts. Dust came thick on us and our hearts lost the strength to become human again. I don't even remember what I looked like, and I don't know if I'll ever find out, but something will awaken that in me again. Hopefully. Can you give me more: maple fudge, spring, flowers, and romance novels. Take it away: spiders, dust, when beverages or food is spilled on me. Every coin has two sides:   Also...: I'm looking for the right guy to fulfill my dreams... xDaishox Username: xDaishox The Wizard called me: Mikio, but Miki is preferred What I really am: Shamisen The humans think I'm: Eighteen It seems I'm: Male I suppose you could say I'm: Bisexual I tend to act: Miki is actually quite the perfectionist, so much so that he is perceived as single-minded. He’s slightly awkward when first meeting someone, and often has a hard time starting conversations, but once he’s more familiar he warms up rather quickly. He even gets to be a bit mischievous and loves to play little pranks – or attempt to. He’s not the smoothest and is a little klutzy at times. None of this manages to embarrass him, unless he’s in front of someone new who he has yet to know. He has a particular fondness towards anyone with a love of music. He gets easily offended when the shamisen is seen as too strange or traditional an instrument to be played Don't tell anyone: Simply an instrument before he was animated by the lonely wizard, Miki believed his time as a human fun until the wizard died. During the time he was still alive and well, however, he would enjoy playing in the wizard’s gardens, or sometimes even just bathing in the sun. Miki used to not speak much until he realized how many things he regretting not saying to his deceased master. As an amends to that he attempts to speak his mind but often finds it difficult. Can you give me more: Green tea, music, sunlight, serenity. Take it away: Winter, sour flavours, large crowds Every coin has two sides:   Also...: -- The Prototype Alex Mercer Username: The Prototype Alex Mercer
The Wizard called me: Antoni
What I really am: Violin
The humans think I'm: 19
It seems I'm: Male
I suppose you could say I'm: Heterosexual
I tend to act: A tortured soul, he is someone who makes the sweetest sorrow come to life in his sweet sound, the kind of music that brings tears. He is a bit nostalgic about what he once was, and now nothing more then a piece of wood collecting dust. He can be quite frustrating because of his sometime general lack of tact, but he makes up for it for being quite generous.
Don't tell anyone: Antoni was the peak of excellence, his form was nothing less then perfect, the most well made violin in existence. No other violin could match his sweet voice, no other violin could bring out the same sorrowful tune as he could. No other violin could make grown men weep and hug onto one another like babes, he was masterful, made by a master, for a master. Then the lonely master gave him and five others form, and he played for his master when he wanted to hear such beautiful music. But that was many years ago, and now Antoni does not think much of anything else anymore, it has been a long time since he played.
He cannot even remember the sound of his voice anymore, the sound of the others doesn't seem to reach him anymore, he wonders if he is going deaf. There is no hope where he is and he has come to accept this as truth, just as all good things must come to an end so shall he. But is there truly any hope for him? Can it be that perhaps he will know music once again, to play for another being once again?
Can you give me more: Classical music, sweet sorrowful sounds, lakes and other large bodies of water, small company.
Take it away: Loud an noisy areas, crowded areas, obnoxious noises, deserts.
Every coin has two sides: What is. . .and what could be
Also...: N/A IGmangachick Username: IGmangachick The Wizard called me: Cecelia Matisse What I really am: Cello The humans think I'm: 19 It seems I'm: Female I suppose you could say I'm: Straight I tend to act: Sweet and gentle. Celia has a harsh side, just as her tone permits, but she usually hums in quiet tones and brims with kindness. She tries to act motherly to the others of her kind and can occasionally be a ferocious leader and guardian. She takes great pride in her work and tends to dote over little things because everything must be perfect. Above all, she has a great deal of pride and self righteousness. She’s a great romanticist at heart, but don’t take it the wrong way, just because she’s sweet and loving doesn’t mean she’s soft. Don't tell anyone: Celia was an instrument for a very long time. Hand crafted by a great artisan, she was a treasured prize to be held. Prior to coming into the possession of the wizard she was a school boys play toy, a life she hated dearly. He was just a child that didn’t know how to treat an instrument properly and left small scars and scratch marks all along her backside. Even so, she continued to play pleasant melodies until the boy abandoned her in his family home to never again play again. His parents sold her to a wealthy wizard, where she came to find life was much more pleasant. The other instruments all seemed friendly and the wizard had granted her human life! That was a joyful time, and a difficult one. The scars of that child still mar her back even in a human shape and, far more than anything, she will fight to hide such injury that might promote poor ideas about her. A clumsy little kid is not a history dear proud Celia is fond of, not when she thinks so highly of herself. Can you give me more: Candies, romantic melodies, the smell of fresh cut grass, quiet libraries, peaches. Take it away: The scent of burning wood, fire, spicy foods, swimming, violence. Every coin has two sides: I’ll take a kiss, no strings attached.Also...: She could care less for instruments of a less graceful nature. Zanrah Username: Zanrah The Wizard called me: Zanrah What I really am: A flute. The humans think I'm: 16 years old. It seems I'm: A girl. I suppose you could say I'm: Straight. I tend to act: Quiet and soft, hardly ever talking. Don't tell anyone: I remember. a sad melody. The wizard had bought me in a small shop in France. I was never used by my owner, and my silver sheen was tarnished, my sound incomplete. The wizard was kind and caring; he took me in, gave me a home. And he cleaned me up. He began to bring my sound back, I hadn't made a noise in a long time. Though when he died, I lost my voice once more. Can you give me more: Gothic Lolita clothes. The colors black and white. Strawberries. Mint. Sweets; like cake, cookies, and chocolate. Dancing. The rain. Take it away: The color pink. Simple clothes. Vegetables. Every coin has two sides:   Also...: I don't trust others easily; nor do I talk much. The feeling of love has long disappeared.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 12:34 pm
Reserved  For a Rainy Day.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 12:45 pm
Reserved  For a Rainy Day.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 12:46 pm
Open  [/cuts red ribbon with giant gold scissors]
Open!
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 10:10 pm
 [ [ Look there she goes... ] ]
Look there she goes that girl is so peculiar.
I wonder if she's feeling well.
With a dreamy far off look.
And her nose stuck in a book.
What a puzzle to the rest of us, this Belle. Moving day. Well, technically, move IN day. They'd done the moving already, leaving some of the unpacking for today. It was time to get in and settle. The four of them were renting this place. It was old, it was dusty, it was... lifeless, but it was going to be home for at least the next four years. At least that was how Sarah saw it through her hazel-blue eyes. She stared up at the building silently, her short, black hair blown to the side by a slight breeze.
"Intriguing..." She said quietly as she looked up and up. She'd said it constantly since the first time they saw the estate. It was a pretty enough place from the outside. The keys jingled in her fingers as she moved again, headed for the door. She easily unlocked the door and headed inside.
It was quiet for the moment, of course, but soon at least she would fill the halls with music. There would need to be some form of classical sound to keep her mind on track. She'd probably put on Mozart, or maybe Debussy. Whatever she decided to play, it would be a nice, relaxing change from the dusty silence. Now It's no wonder that her name means beauty,
Her looks have got no parallel.
But behind that fair facade,
I'm afraid she's rather odd.
Very different from the rest of us.
She's nothing like the rest of us.
Yes different from the rest of us is Belle.
[ [ ...that girl is strange, no question. ] ]
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 9:33 pm
a r t h a m e ℓ ℓ a
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxH A R P   It's the way that you blush when you're nervous.
It's your ability to make me earn this.
I know that you're tired, just let me sing you to sleep. How long had it been. The feeling had been lost of movement, the tender strings left to the dust in their room. Hidden from longing sight the precarious instrument lay beautiful even in it's worn age. Her lack of use was hardly a factor, even with the finely cut wood, made with delicate care, the layering that had covered it didn't shelter it;'s true nature. The harp, Arthemalla as she had once been called in an age long ago, felt her time soon to come and the rustic instrument, yearning for the feeling of enlightenment she wished to share her sound.
In an enchanting movement, each string fluttered, from the room she had been placed captive in and the sound echoed, playing a melodic note in a rhythm much like a heart beat. She said nothing, only allowed herself to swing some of the dust off, sending a light cloud of gray to mist around her. If she were in another form, she would have smiled, but it seemed she could not, as she had forgotten exactly how it was human appeared, or perhaps it was that she hadn't found anyone worthy of her. For either reason, she hadn't looked to be a human and remained in her more glorious guise, the form that reasoned for her existence. Playing her own notes to her heart's content as she would on a rare occasion. Haunting the hall with an a graceful and nearly holy sound.It's about how you laugh out of pity,
'Cause lets be honest I'm not really that funny.
I know that you're shot, just let me sing you to sleep.
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 9:28 pm
 ◄◄ xxxTristian the Pianoxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'I'll play you a tune..."...
'I... I remember that sound.' The thought stirred through the ebony keys, the strings shivering within. If the sound had awakened her sorrow or joy, Tristian could not tell. There were so many things linked with the music that even with all her willpower, she found it difficult to identify a single thought, just a rush of feelings. It was the harp, she slowly realized, that had begun its song. Many of the instruments had sang their sad song in the midst of the silence. It was one of the last things they could do to have a glimps at the human hearts they all possessed. One thing that Tristian couldn't help but join in with.
Her sound started quiet, the keys barely being pulled fully downward, but as she skipped past a few and picked up a beat, her melody rose. Tristian hated how it sounded. It was slow and simple. It lacked the creativity she once had, but like her human form, that could perhaps be regained. Still, her sound moved through the nearly empty house. She had no clue to the new inhabitance of her home, only her own voice.
... "...a tune of my heart."xx ____________________________________________________________  ►►
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 9:47 pm
 [[ None of this Nonsense, Please. ]] ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
Spader exhaled, blowing loose strands of his burgundy hair out of his face. Following behind his roommate with three boxes balanced carefully in front of him, he looked over the house before entering the open door. "No wonder they're only charging us three hundred dollars a month in rent and utilities. This place is a fixer upper." Spader spun in a slow circle, looking around the entryway.
Glancing through doorways, he spotted a living room, a sitting room and a kitchen, all three covered in dust and completely furnished. Sheets covered some things to keep the dust off. Walking into the living room, Spader set down his stack of boxes on the center table. "Good thing we brought cleaning supplies. This will take some work."
Patting his hands against his pants, he frowned, feeling the dust in the air. Unconsciously, he pushed his glasses up his nose with his right hand. A sound drifted to his ears. It was soft and harmonious, soon joined with a slower counter melody. Turning to Sarah, he raised his eyebrows. "Do you hear that?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:21 pm
⊱ Look there she goes... ⊰
Look there she goes that girl is so peculiar.
I wonder if she's feeling well.
With a dreamy far off look.
And her nose stuck in a book.
What a puzzle to the rest of us, this Belle. Dark eyes wandered around the room, almost ignoring the owner of the voice that invaded her thoughts. She turned her head and listened quietly. "Mmm." She nodded and made her way further inside. "Music... wonder where it's coming from..."
Pausing for another moment, she listened carefully. "There, perhaps." Sarah pointed, her quiet voice rising for a moment in a second of worry. Who could be playing music now? She had been the one to unlock the door just now. As far as she knew, the other two hadn't come in yet.
She began to make her way toward the direction in which she thought the music was coming from. "Might as well figure out now, before we get too busy," she said softly, more to herself than to her roommate. Now It's no wonder that her name means beauty,
Her looks have got no parallel.
But behind that fair facade,
I'm afraid she's rather odd.
Very different from the rest of us.
She's nothing like the rest of us.
Yes different from the rest of us is Belle.
⊱ ...that girl is strange, no question. ⊰
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 2:53 pm
a r t h a m e ℓ ℓ a
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxH A R P It's the way that you blush when you're nervous.
It's your ability to make me earn this.
I know that you're tired, just let me sing you to sleep. A sweet, short sonnet was soon joined in by another harmonious noise, the volume eclipsing, at least her own, for a moment, the sound of those new occupants. The piano, who's voice had long gone unheard echo and it made Arthemella sick with joy, reveling in her own music as well as hearing the voice another captive soul. Though it wasn't as loud as her own, but not necessarily as rustic, it still entice her, however hushed it was. A voice in solemn, as many had become,crying out in their lack of use. Far from Arthemella's preference, she loved to be lively, fill the dense air with her melodies however withered they might have gotten. She still sounded wondrous, an enchantment she had long been thankful for. The pearly shine of her wood, made like a finely polished marble was still hidden by dust, causing her higher notes to flutter in a mockery of horror. Even so, it hardly sounded a thing like a sadist's song, more relaxed, cooing into the room and flooding it with the vibrant chills she enjoyed pushing out.
What she played, or how long she had played, had gone unnoticed. The sweet cloud of dust soon vanished and the fog sheltering the rays of light from lighting up her darkened hall was no more, and now, it was bright, or as bright as a room could be where everything was meant to be hidden, like secret treasures buried from time's treacherous wading.
It's about how you laugh out of pity,
'Cause lets be honest I'm not really that funny.
I know that you're shot, just let me sing you to sleep.
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