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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 11, 2017 1:08:25 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] So many days of his week were filled with so much bullshit. And the one day where he didn't really care, was this this day. Thursdays usually held peaceful, quiet afternoons. The bands didn't meet, the theatre kids generally left him alone. Everything was peaceful. The albino sat in an empty music room, just carefully tuning his violin, gently plucking at the strings and mixing notes with the piano. "Hmm... little flat..." Every now and then he'd hum along with it, just to keep himself straight as well. The whole process took quite a bit of time, but violins were often fickle things.
Once he was finished, he stood and gathered a sound board and a few other things, bringing them over to the piano and setting them up. "Okay..." Well, it had been awhile since he had done this, but he was definitely on to something today. The young albino also went over to a cubby in the storage part of the room and pulled out some sheet music and a pencil, setting it up on the piano. "Hmm..." He made a few alterations before nodded and beginning to play a few notes. "Yeah... I can do this."
He clicked on the sound board, setting it to record as he started a soft tune on the piano, slowly letting the notes move from the paper through his fingers, into the air around him. Then he drifted off, clicking the soundboard off and playing it back, nodding a bit. The he rewound it again, setting it to record. He picked up his violin and clicked on the piano part, playing another tune along with it. He did this a few more times until his song felt almost complete.
Then he stopped, put his violin away, made a few more marks on the paper and looked towards a chair in the back. "Okay..." But he didn't sound terribly convinced that he could actually do what he was about to try.
It took him about ten minutes to set up the cello itself, let alone tuning it and playing a bit of what he could. "Tch. Shit. Damnit." Of course the curses were muttered quietly and to himself. But he wasn't too skilled at this just yet. Teaching himself a fourth instrument wasn't going as well as he had hoped it would. But still, he stumbled through the music that he had. The albino shook his head, running a hand through his pale hair before clicking the music on and setting it to repeat. He would perfect this if it killed him.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 11, 2017 4:56:56 GMT
Michael had been walking to the music room so he could grab his violin and get some practice in. Yet he halted just outside the door when he heard a sound that seemed like a bag of cats was being beaten. He cringed to the noise before he entered the room, staring at the albino with a cello. Good gods, was he seriously trying to kill everyone? He held the door open before he suddenly shut it to be noticed immediately, pausing before he turned and locked the door. Might as well save everyone from being tortured. He then turned around slowly and looked back at the albino, staring at him for a few moments before he walked away from the door and then moved past the albino. "What are you trying to do? Murder someone via a bag of cats disguised as a cello?" He spoke as he glanced over his shoulder to look at the albino for a moment. He then looked away and walked over to where the cases for the violins were. He scanned his eyes over them before he grabbed a rather exquisite looking case and turned around as he looked to the albino once more. He tilted his chin up slightly as he looked at him, soon walking over to him. "You sound terrible playing to that, just so you know." He told him, soon reaching out with his free hand to grab the sheet music to take a look at it. Word count: 247 Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 11, 2017 19:32:23 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Even he was wincing a bit as he played, but he had to learn it. He would do whatever it took to learn as much as e could while he had the opportunity. Besides, he loved music. He hadn't even noticed the blonde coming in as he cursed under his breath, trying to reposition his fingers, trying to get through the notes. Of course, it didn't take long for the other male to come over and harass him. But he just shook his head and ignored him. At least, until his music was stolen from him.
The albino stopped playing and clicked off his recording and attempted to snatch the paper back from the other male, but it wouldn't do much good as he was trapped behind a rather large, heavy instrument. So instead he just glared at him. "Give it back. You're getting your arrogance all over it."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 11, 2017 23:28:18 GMT
When the albino tried to snatch the sheet music back, the blond merely pulled it out of reach and lifted a brow at his words. "What? Me? I'm just saving everyone from this noise." He responded as he walked away a little while his eyes scanned over the sheet music he still had. He stopped several feet away and glanced over at the albino before looking back at the sheet music. If he had honestly been a true asshole and jerk, he probably would have ripped up the sheet music in front of him, but he was not and he did like music as well. He finally turned to face the kid, lifting up the sheet music as he still held his violin case in his other hand. "Why are you trying to play this to that music that was playing? Besides, you only sound worse when you play along to actual music that sounds good, such as that." He told him, tilting his head slightly as he looked at him. "If you want to play such an instrument get someone to teach you," he added, remaining where he was for several minutes. He eventually moved from his spot and walked over to an empty music stand, using his foot to pull it a little closer and placed the sheet music on that. After that was done he knelt down and set his case on the floor before he opened it. He pulled out paper that had been carefully folded within and smoothed it out as he stood up and placed that over the sheet music he had taken from the albino before he went to grab his violin and bow. "What's your name?" He questioned him finally as he casually made sure his violin was still going to be working properly and fine tuned. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 12, 2017 0:05:34 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos remained in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm trying to learn the different components to music and expand my abilities. Which, obviously confuses the likes of you." A eyebrow raised on his face in an almost snotty sort of manner. But, at the same time, he felt some swelling of pride at the fact that his own music had been called good regardless. "And for your information, I'm better at teaching myself."
The albino just watched as the blond moved around and set up his own stand. Was he seriously going to play his music? "Oh gods, please don't. You'll ruin it." But of course, he had time to get up and go over there and grab his music back, pretty much ripping it from the blond's stand before moving it back to his own, taking the pencil from behind his ear and making a few adjustments, making a few mental notes to himself.
"Amos. Not that you really care." He muttered, standing and moving over towards the cubbies again, pulling out a slender box. Just like his other cases, it was fairly beaten up. But the instrument inside was in almost pristine condition and very well taken are of. "Shit. Well. I guess I'll wing it..." He shrugged and made a few marks on the paper as he slowly took out and assembled his flute. "You want to play my music? Fine. But you're doing it my way." Amos stood and made his way over to the blond, holding the sheet music out for him to take and reset up. "Lucky for you it's already written for the violin. Just follow the blue line." It wasn't often he shared his music with others, even less often that he played with them outside of class. The albino made his way back to his seat and finished setting up his flute before standing up. "I'll do it from memory. Just tell me when you're ready."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 13, 2017 2:18:12 GMT
Michael rolled his eyes a bit to his words on teaching himself, muttering something about how he was doing a terrible job at it. Though when the albino came over and snatched the sheet music from him, the blond looked at him and lifted a brow. He watched him go back to his own stand and pull a pencil out before he marked the sheet, realization crossing his features then. Did he really write that music sheet? He watched him silently as he then responded to him about his name, tilting his head slightly. Amos then... Well...he was still a peasant. He continued to watch the albino as he walked off towards the cubbies and pulled out a slender box that seemed to be pulled from the trash. At least he knew what things belonged to the more than poor peasant. Though his brow lifted when he saw a fine instrument being pulled out and assembled, just staring at him. "Did you steal that?" He questioned him, turning slightly to face him better as he held his violin. He blinked in surprise a bit when Amos told him about him playing his music his way, Michael a little speechless momentarily as the albino made his way over to him and gave him the music sheets back. He moved his eyes down to the papers being held out for him and he lifted his hand that held the bow and grabbed the papers after a few moments. His blue eyes flicked back to the albino, as if trying to find some catch. He...was actually going to share his music...with him. His eyes moved back down to follow the blue lines for a few moments and then set the papers down on the stand. "What made..." Michael trailed off as he had begun to ask a question, soon shaking his head as if he were pushing it from his mind. "Never mind, let's just...play it already." He spoke, lifting his violin and positioning it correctly as he turned his attention to the sheet music on the stand. He lifted his bow and just tried to tune the albino out just enough so he could play along with him. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 13, 2017 3:50:52 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] It only took a moment for Amos to return to his place and set the flute to his lips. Of course, he waited for the other to start playing like he had previously mentioned. He didn't exactly keep to the exact same medley, as he played some sort of accompaniment to the original tune. Something new, but all the same beautiful. The two played rather beautifully together, and when it ended Amos removed the instrument from his mouth and sat down, going to work cleaning and tending to the flute. "No, I didn't steal it. It was a gift." As his violin had been. He had a music teacher once upon a time. "And if you touch it, I will kill you." The very tone of his voice made that threat very real.
After he was finished dismantling and cleaning the flute, he put it away, then proceeded to go over and grab his music back, setting it up in his stand and going to work on it, adding a few notes here and there hat he had played on his prized silver instrument. "You play pretty well... Not really surprising to me though. You've probably had lessons all your damn life." He muttered.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 13, 2017 16:31:43 GMT
The blond played along with the albino as they created such beautiful music from their instruments, the blond having to secretly admit that the albino was indeed pretty good. Once the song finished, Michael lowered his violin and looked at the music on his stand before his attention went back to the albino when he began to speak. A soft scoff escaped him at the threat that Amos made, just gesturing a surrender motion lightly as he still held his bow and violin in his hands. "Alright, alright... I won't touch it." He assured him, soon kneeling down to carefully put his instrument away. He lifted his blue gaze as Amos came over and then proceeded to take the papers back, watching him silently as he retreated back to his own stand to mark a few things down on it. He stood up once he closed his case, holding it by the handle now as he turned to go put his violin away. However, he halted in his step when Amos practically muttered a compliment to him. He turned his head to look over at the albino, watching him for a few moments before he continued on to the cubby for his violin and slid that back into its place. "Can't deny that... My parents had me take lessons from a private instructor when I was nine." He responded to him, tapping his finger against the case of his violin for a few moments before he pulled away from it and stepped away. The blond turned to face the albino then and placed a hand on his hip, tilting his head slightly. "You..." Michael trailed off as he seemed to be having some trouble saying whatever was on his mind. His eyes scanned over the rather salty albino for several moments before he looked away, lifting his other hand as he ran it through his hair. "You play pretty...well. Didn't expect you to play like that after the cello..." He muttered, still not looking at the albino at the moment. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 13, 2017 17:24:41 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The young albino just shook his head a bit, tapping his foot as he wrote down some notes. Of course the other male had private tutors. But at least he wasn't being a complete dick about it. He had to look up when he was being directly spoken to, however, just letting his crimson gaze settle on the other male, an eyebrow raised a bit. Amos blinked at the compliment he had been given, resting the pencil against the stand. "Uhh... Thanks..." He shook his head and shrugged a little. "The cello is the fourth instrument I'm learning. I've gotten pretty good at the others, but it's a lot harder than I anticipated. I started with the piano, then later picked up the violin, and the flute was sort of an after thought, but it was given to me, so I decided not to let it go to waste." Again he shrugged, lowering his gaze back to the paper. "I needed something with a deeper tone to it. Something... Different. I am sort of regretting this decision though..."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 13, 2017 19:17:55 GMT
Michael glanced back over to Amos as he spoke, quietly listening to him as he explained to him about why he was learning to play the cello. The blond was surprised to say the least that Amos already knew how to play three other instruments, the flute included. That was actually quite...impressive. How could such a peasant like him achieve something like that? He had continued to watch him silently, just staying where he was before he slowly moved over to where Amos was and took a peek at the papers on the stand. "Why do you want something with a deeper tone anyway?" He questioned him, not bothering to look at the albino as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and just kept his eyes on the papers currently. "Mm... Well... I'm sure... Despite how terrible you honestly sound on it..." He trailed off as he shifted his footing a little, biting the inside of his cheek a bit. "You've already accomplished playing three other instruments, right? It's like being bilingual I suppose... Once you excel at one and then another, it becomes easier further on." He spoke, pausing as he finally moved his eyes to look at the albino then. Why was he seemingly encouraging and being nice to this peasant anyway? He blinked and began to step away from the albino, trying to save himself from that 'fumble' of his and actually looking like a decent person. "I mean, but accidents happen, right? I'm sure you'd sound a whole lot better with a private tutor anyway. Buuutttt.... You can't even afford a piece of paper without stealing it." He spoke, scoffing a little as he walked towards the locked door. "I think I better leave now before I suffocate in peasant filth." He added as he lifted a hand and started to wave farewell casually before he caught himself and quickly shoved it back into his pocket. Damn, fucking peasants... They shouldn't even be allowed in the same area as those of higher class than them! Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 0:18:48 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino had to keep a smirk off of his face at the change in the other male's aura. He was glad he was impressed by his lowly peasant self. It wasn't like it was below him to show off in front of the kids who thought they were better than everyone else. "I just want it to sound... Fuller somehow. The piano part is very midrange, yet the violin and flute are both quite a bit higher. I figure the cello could add something to make it a bit more... Complete." Amos shrugged a bit and finished marking the paper, sticking the pencil behind his ear. Amos shrugged a bit at the comparison to learning languages. "I.. Am actually quite fluent in multiple languages as well... I'm learning two more on top of it." It wasn't like he was lying. He could speak Japanese quite fluently, and was getting by in Italian and French.
"I can't afford a private tutor. But still, it was only the second time I tried playing the thing, I only started yesterday." Again he shrugged, folding his arms across his chest. "It's not like I'm in this school to fuck around. I want to get as much accomplished in whatever time I have. Having as many skills as possible isn't necessarily a bad thing right?" But he shrugged his shoulders. The guy's aura shifted again and the albino narrowed his eyes a bit at him. Was that how it was going to be then?
"You're a real fucking prick aren't you? Why? Because I'm somehow lower than you? And yet, you played music that I wrote."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 14, 2017 1:28:34 GMT
The blond teen paused in his step when he heard Amos question him suddenly, the teen just feet from the locked door. He was silent for about a minute, as if he were trying to think of an appropriate response to his words. He forced a scoff and turned around as he forced a sneer as well as he looked at him. "What? You want me to make you feel good or better about yourself just because you're okay at something?" He retorted, rolling his eyes a bit as he lifted a hand out of his pocket and ran it through his hair as he glanced away. "Do you honestly think that we can be seen together? Breathing the same air?" He questioned him, taking a few steps towards him. "For your information, peasant... That will never work out. We're just too different! You have your poor ways and I...well, I have my wealthy ways." He went on, stopping a couple of feet from the albino as he scanned his eyes over him briefly. "Consider it a privilege that I even played that trash you wrote." He spoke as he lowered his voice a bit, his eyes cold once more. Yeah, that was a big fat lie but... Nothing good would come out of mingling with the peasants anyway. So he might as well make them hate him to avoid him one at a time. He wouldn't get caught lowering his facade again. "It's amazing you even made it into the school... What'd you do? Sleep with the staff for a spot? It's a private school for a reason... You need money, and you have none." The blond was most likely going to regret saying those words he was forcing out, but it'd be better in the end...right? Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 2:07:44 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino found himself blinking a bit at just how... full of himself this guy was. Or at least... How full of himself he sounded. But for some reason, his aura wasn't changing as drastically as it should have. He still saw some of the amazement and how impressed he really was. Which was... Sort of odd considering the words spewing from the blonde's mouth. An eyebrow raised again as he just watched the other male moving closer to him, just watching the energy shifting around him. It was almost like he didn't believe a word that he was saying. Like he was trying to convince himself it was some kind of true, even though...
Just as he was about to feel sorry for the blond, the fucking prick had to insinuate that he had whored his way into the school, and he just wasn't having that. The albino's entire demeanor changed as he tackled the other male straight to the floor, completely silently, and just started wailing on him, punching anywhere his fists would land, until he wrapped his lithe fingers around his throat and started squeezing. The lights around them flickered a bit as shadows started to entangle the two of them. He would be damned if this son of a bitch said words like that about him again.
Still, despite his very obvious anger, the albino remained almost entirely calm. His gaze was just as hardened as the male beneath him. "You want to know how I got here?" His voice was calm, collected, and he had stopped punching the boy, which was probably for the best, and no, he did not really care whether or not there was a gun to his head. He could feel the other's energy rushing through him, making it's way up his arm as the shadows slowly curled around it, slowly wrapping his arm up to the shoulder. "I killed a man. Stole all of his powers, his very life force, as I'm doing to you. Right. Now." With each emphasized word, his grasp tightened. At least until he heard the click of the gun cocking against his chest. A small grin crossed over the albino's face and he laughed a bit, using his free hand to bring the gun up to his forehead. The albino released his grasp on the other male's neck and sat back a bit, pulling the gun along with his forehead. "Go on then. Do it. Pull the trigger. If I'm so beneath you, it should be easy right? Just end this pathetic peasant."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 14, 2017 2:54:57 GMT
Michael widened his eyes in surprise at suddenly being tackled to the ground at first not responding the the sudden beating he was receiving from the albino. But as soon as he realized what was going on, he began to struggle in defense of himself. Though when those lithe fingers wrapped around his throat and began to choke him, Michael struggled a bit more, hitting the albino's chest and even aiming for his face as he wanted him off of him. Just how could he be so calm about it too?! He managed to pull out his gun, attempting to hit him in the head with it as he suddenly felt oddly drained a bit. Just what was going on?! His lungs were burning and screaming for air, the lights flickering about them and his shadows crawling up the albino's arms and shoulders made the boy seem more like a monster in the moment. He pulled his gun down and pressed it against the albino's chest then, black dots appearing across his vision as he fumbled with the safety for a few moments before finally clicking it off. His words had been dark, almost uncaring to him. He had...a fucking murderer on top of him. However, when his throat was finally released, he gasped and coughed a bit as oxygen rushed into his lungs. He hadn't really noticed Amos pulling his gun up to his head until he blinked a few times and saw his arm lifted with his hand wrapped around the gun handle, the muzzle pointed at his head - no, pressed against his forehead. His words seemed like insanity to Michael as he panted a little heavily under him, just staring up at him as he practically dared him to pull the trigger and shoot him in the head. It took a few moments but he pulled his gun away and managed to click the safety back on before he just dropped his gun to the floor and draped an arm over his eyes to avoid looking at the albino despite how much he could feel him on him. He opened his mouth to speak but paused and decided against it, just remaining silent there in the room. After a few moments a dry laugh escaped the blond teen, soon pushing himself up slowly despite Amos practically straddling him as he then grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back. Michael grabbed his other wrist, though with his current low energy he was sure that Amos could break out of his grip if he so desired, and put his face inches to Amos' as he narrowed his eyes. "I'm not going to become a murderer because of you... People die, yeah... But I'm not going to carry that burden." He spoke in a low voice, making eye contact with the albino. "If you really want to die by my hand... You're going to have to do better than that." He added as he tightened his grip a bit, at least as much as he currently could. Good gods, he was glad no one was coming this way at this time... He'd die if someone spotted them like this. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Aura Manipulation
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Soul Absorption
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Things like absolute, never, and always don't exist. Please don't lie to me and say them.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 3:14:17 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos let him do whatever it was that he was going to do, even putting the gun away. "I knew you didn't have it in you." He practically spat the words at the other male. He chuckled, rather darkly, as the blonde pinned him down. And he just let him, no point in struggling when you know you're not in any danger. As far as he was concerned, this guy could talk a lot of shit, but wouldn't follow through. "Is that thing even loaded?" He tilted his head to the side a bit and smirked. "You're weak. I could never die by your hands. Perfectly clean. Rid of callouses, free of blood. Nothing like mine. So maybe you're right. Perhaps I am pathetic. perhaps I am lower than you. But at least I know that I will live, doing the things I love. I will further myself in the world. Because from here? The only way is up." Amos pushed the male off of him and sat up. "But what exactly do you have to live for hmm? Someone who has everything, but knows nothing of the world. The one without riches here is you. Not me. I may not have wealth, but I have experiences. And in the end, which is more important."
He sighed and shook his head, running a hand through his hair to even it out a bit. He could hear the door handle jiggling as someone was attempting to get in. So much for that. The albino stood and offered out his hand, not that he expected the other male to take it. "We might be different, but at the same time, you and I are a lot alike. You have a lot to learn. And you're not going to learn it here in this gilded cage."
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The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now!
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