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Post by leonora on Sept 19, 2011 11:14:34 GMT -5
"I'm a lyrical miracle, bebeh!" she sang to herself, her eyes shut, her hips moving from side to side, her hands raised a little above her head as she danced to her own tune... on the stage... yes, there was a stage in their school. You know. Theater, band practice? Lucky for her, they still hadn't moved the grand piano. One of the many reasons she loved that room. Well, after all, she got to dance on stage! Hello?! Wasn't that awesome or what? Well... in all honesty, she didn't pop or lock... or break dance for that matter. Not to mention, she didn't really do somersaults or anything of the sort. So, how could she dance? Well, typical white girl dancing. Not too much booty to shake, just moving around, singing to herself. Yeah, a little lame, wasn't it? Well, she was the theatrical kid... and the musical kid. The girl wasn't some dancing ninja nor did she kick ass on the battlefield. To be honest, she hadn't once really... seriously hit a person. Wait, she had, but that was when she was little and fighting with her cousin behind an armchair. She kicked him in the cheek... only because he punched her tooth out. Well, it was loose already, but she wanted to get it out herself, thank you very much. It actually made her stop the dancing for a bit. Finding herself now occupied by a smile and the urge to laugh, she skipped over to the piano. Yes, she skipped. Theatrical... yeah, no questions asked.
Either way, she would play the piano now! Indeed. Beethoven? Perhaps Chopin? Right, the guy did have the revolutionary etude. Oh, that piece was just awesome in every way. Then again, perhaps... jazz? The blues? She had gotten the hang of improv. Maybe she should just go with a piece of Keith's (Keith Jarret)? Oh, she'd figure it out, when she'd sit down. But first, she had to open the lid.
Stooping at the small stool, she leaned over and raised up the black lid covering the keys. She just took a basic chord, her left hand sitting on it as she listened. Nope, she wanted it all louder. This wouldn't be as cool. So, standing straight, she walked over to the side and basically pushed up when some might call the 'top' of the piano, feeling the black lid of that Steinway heavy in her hands. No biggie. She had gotten used to this throughout the last years in music school. Nora opened it to the max and was about to put up the stick-thingy that would hold it, but caught something with her eye. Further, near the lower strings, there was a thread, caught by something. Had someone chipped the wood? Well, either way, it was blue and did not suit the red padding one bit, so... still holding the big black lid with one hand, she reached further... not far enough...
The further she stretched, the more difficult it became to hold that thing up. Could she have just made sure it held up before going in to get some piece of string? Yes. Did she? Well, obviously, no. You see, that would've been too rational for her. Indeed, she tended to forget about some things while focusing on some detail. you know, she did reach the thread. The only problem was, she snagged the sleeve of her dusty green dress shirt on whatever had caught that thread. Great, she couldn't see what it was, because her hand was in the way. And of course, it just had to turn out like that.
"Oh, come on... Be a good sleeve now, let go of the nice piano." yep, she was hoping that the fabric might actually listen to her.
And then, she felt the lid just become that much heavier and not comfortable which resulted in her letting it go and now being trapped in the piano from waist up. "Ooof!" was the sound given by her upon contact.
..."Owwie..."
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Sept 19, 2011 11:46:48 GMT -5
Music had never really been as much of a passion for Joshua as perhaps his love of learning was, but that did not mean he was absolutely useless at it. In fact, he was rather good at the guitar and his mother had taught him how to play the piano when she'd realised how much he enjoyed listening to her play. He was no prodigy, however. He'd had since he was six to learn the ins and outs of his guitar and could improvise and come up with his own music if he wished. The piano, however, was a different story. He found it difficult to simply put his fingers to the keys and play a tune, he needed sheet music to guide him and even then he could only play pre-existing pieces, never create his own. He didn't have much time to practice either piano or guitar lately and so those skills were left abandoned. He envied his mother and her ability to put her fingers to the keys and create melodies from nothing, both sad and cheerful, suspenseful and complicated. Donovan had never shown any sign of musical talent so he figured that what little prowess he did have with the guitar had been inherited from mother dearest.
Thinking of Patricia depressed him as of late. Every single time the phone rang and he was forced to ignore the call, Joshua knew guilt for putting his mother through this. It wasn't his fault he'd been disowned--well... alright, maybe a little--but it wasn't hers, either, and he knew that she missed him terribly. She'd been so glad to have him home the first time that he'd had a falling out with his father and she'd made him promise never to leave like that again unless it was on good terms. Sorry, Mum, he thought, sighing to himself. For once he found that he was most definitely not in the mood to study. He pushed the heavy textbook away and stood from the table, scoping out the room with his colourless eyes. No one he knew, no one whom he could talk to or help with studying or anything to take his mind off of these horrible thoughts. He pulled out his phone and stared at the screen, almost possessed with the urge to call her. Knowing that it would do more harm than good, Josh eventually pocketed the phone and left the library. Maybe I'll go down to the auditorium, he thought, knowing that it had some instruments and a huge stage where plays, performances, and assemblies took place.
The familiar shadowy room was one that he hadn't stepped foot inside for quite some time. Josh had never been into theatre and he'd never taken music electives, either. The only times he usually came here were during assemblies. There was a grand piano in the study back home and he had several guitars so he'd never before had a need to go looking, he just knew they were here somewhere because it was common knowledge. The piano didn't take long to find, but what surprised the Fire graduate was that there was someone... holy shit, were they stuck? He was caught between the shock of this discovery and the mad desire to laugh. The latter feeling won out, and he chuckled at their misfortune as he blinked his gray eyes and watched, not realising that this was in fact someone he knew. Her upper half was trapped inside of a fucking piano for goodness sakes, it was no wonder he didn't recognise her. "Need a hand?" he said, and though the person obviously couldn't see him, he was smirking. No one said Josh was the most polite guy on the planet. The misfortune of others was sometimes just begging to be laughed at. Besides, they probably weren't hurt too badly... right? Deciding it might be best to help whether they wanted it or not, Josh sighed under his breath and lifted the top of the piano rather easily, blinking as he realised that he knew the victim. "Oh--Nora," he acknowledged. "What the hell were you doing?"
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Post by leonora on Sept 19, 2011 12:46:34 GMT -5
Now,how long would it take till she'd get out, she wondered. She cuoldn't see much. There was only a faint ray of light hitting through from her back and that didn't even reach the part of her sleeve. Well, she did try to push up the lid but found it a little more uncomfortable from that position. Basically, she had to push it up with her elbow but her arm wouldn't really bend the right way for the further actions. Well, she could try to... climb completely in the piano, but she might just mess up the strings with her body weight. She could always... try to pull out of her shirt and then open the lid from the outside and just... get the shirt out again? Well, she had a bra... yet, she figured that she shouldn't be standing there in a bra no matter how short the period might be. It might just leave a bad impression, she figured. Well, it was warm, sure, but the laces sort of gave away the chance of it being a bikini top. Not to mention the drawing of a sleepy piglet on the right side. Yeah, a bad idea... but then again, not like she was getting out on her own anytime soon... Yep, she'd just slip out of the dress shirt and then out of the piano!!!
Now, she used her free hand to undo the top button, her caught hand to help the other hand get down the sleeve and that just left the snagged hand... which wasn't about to budge. God damn it, who made buttoned shut sleeves so tight?!! Those sadistic bastards. Squirming a bit, she came to a complete halt yet again. Nothing had changed besides the fact her top button was open. If only she could get close enough to her sleeve buttons. She couldn't get to one of them and couldn't open the other one with her 'occupied' hand or her teeth alone. Oh, why did it happen to her?!! Well, she'd try again!!!
This time, she got the shirt slightly over her head and thank god she didn't fall out of the piano or anything. Why? Well, yes, it was her essential goal, but she heard someone. Actually, she was pretty sure she knew that voice... O crap... the girl was almost shirtless and half way into the piano... this couldn't get more weird.
Maybe... if I don't move... he won't notice me... Yeah, that's creative thinking for ya!
Oh great, he was about to help her. Er, er, what to do? Oh, right! The first step should be getting her shirt back on. Squirming after the question Josh gave, she somehow managed to get her shirt back over her head and somehow tried to get it down a little more, but to no use... Oh, whatever, as long as it was only her stomach what it showed, it couldn't count wrong or too awkward, right? Right...?
And then came the light. Ooooh!! So, there was only a really mean blister that had caused all this trouble. Well, you'd think that meant she'd get her sleeve off in a second. Well, not exactly. In the mean time, she felt it right to answer. Turning her head to glance at Josh while pushing away her slightly messed up hair, Leonora gave a light sigh. "Oh!!! Josh! Hey!" Somehow... she didn't think this was the worst scenario. She hadn't heard anything about Josh actually hitting on anyone recently. Besides, she was strongly determined that Nell and Joshua would 'tie the knot' one day. You know what I mean?
"Well, I was just... well, I got caught and then the lid became really heavy and well..." she would've continued but she got her sleeve off and from the shock, almost fell over. All that tugging came with a recoil and with a 'whoa' and waving of her hands she finally found her balance and stood straight next to the piano, proceeding to drive a hand through her hair (yes, it actually worked and they looked OK again).
"Er... So, how's it going, dear Josh?" she gave out with a smile and a bit of a narrator hint to her tone.
"And thanks, by the way... I might have just stayed there for some time if it weren't for you." she said, the words coming out in a barely melodic way but still a tad noticeable.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Sept 20, 2011 5:39:28 GMT -5
[Haha oh god, Nora doesn't know Josh & Nell are dating, does she? ... this should be good xD WE NEED TO BRING IT UP SOMEHOW LOL.]
Upon drawing nearer and noticing that Nora's shirt was nearly up over her head, Joshua blinked and forced himself to look away. You have a girlfriend, he reminded himself sharply. It wasn't like anyone would know if he stared at her or anything--least of all the girl, who was trapped in the damn piano--but it was an uncomfortable weight on his conscience whenever there was temptation from other girls, especially after the 'Brittney incident'. Nell hadn't blamed him for that and she'd been glad that he hadn't taken the first chance to sex up an easy blonde but he wondered if she still doubted him from time to time. He didn't have too innocent a past, after all. I'd doubt me, he thought, and it was with this mindset that he gained control of the internal struggle. Besides, it wasn't like he'd never seen Nell with her shirt off, and maybe it was just the fact that he loved her, but she was his preference. It didn't even bother him that she wasn't a blonde-haired blue-eyed supermodel. Forcing any and all sexual thoughts from his mind as he pushed the top of the piano off of the Earth leader, Joshua instead focused on their conversation. His mind tended to wander if he got onto a train of thought and there were certain places that he did not want it to go when he was in the middle of talking to someone.
True to Leonora's thoughts, he had no desire to hit on her even after what he'd seen. It wasn't that she was unattractive--no, Nora was hot--just that he was getting used to what being 'taken' entailed. It had taken him several months longer than your average person to really grasp the concept simply because he'd never been tied down before, but his habit of wearing a ring when he went out to bars had been good practice. He still didn't get why people cared more about rings than relationships, but it worked for him and so he kept it up. "No," he corrected, "I mean what were you doing before the lid fell on top of you?" He grasped that by 'caught' she probably meant she'd been trapped somehow but he wasn't really sure why anyone would have been perusing the back of a piano to begin with. It couldn't have been very comfortable, in any case. He certainly didn't like the idea of having a piano lid sandwiching him.
He blinked in surprise as she tugged her sleeve free and nearly fell over, but she was in luck, seeing as she managed to steady herself rather than falling over. He arched an eyebrow as she called him 'dear' (only his mother did that) but made no comment, instead focusing on the fact that she'd asked him how he was doing. He didn't even have to think to know his answer. "I'm fine, thank you," he said with formality. He got along well enough with Nora but that didn't mean they were at the level where he could relax around her. Formalities and politeness were at least better than how he used to treat people when he wasn't sure how he should feel about them. Nell had gotten several months of hot and cold confusion when it came to his moods. He supposed that he'd probably confuse Leonora a lot as well. Joshua wasn't someone that was easy to understand. "I would return the question, but seeing as how I found you..." There wasn't anything good about being stuck like that, no.
It was sad how easily Joshua found himself able to lie. Saying that he'd been fine was, in fact, a rather serious lie. He was not fine. Joshua was hardly ever fine when he said that he was. Not that life was a constant tragedy or anything, but 'fine' just happened to be a word used when he was covering up for something or unwilling to express how he was really feeling. Not that anyone was able to tell. For how could you take a look at his stoic and unreadable features and understand that he was not, in fact, as 'fine' as he said? Not unless you were psychic or something. He gave a light nod when she thanked him, accepting it nonchalantly. Josh wasn't the type to be modest or insist that he'd have 'done ir for anyone'. "It looked uncomfortable." He normally wasn't in the business of helping people, but seeing as it didn't involve putting himself in any sort of personal danger to be of assistance, helping her out hadn't really been some sort of noble deed or anything. Josh was just being nice. He was capable of doing so, by the way, not that most people would think it. "How long have you been here?" he wondered, noting that she'd been trapped when he walked in and wondering how long she'd had to wait for freedom.
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