Post by Delilah The Undomable on Jul 13, 2007 16:20:17 GMT -5
She moved slowly her fingers brushing against the cool brass of the sculpture. She walked around it, fingers always gently gliding over the surface. It was all smooth, and then her fingers hit the engraved words. Shaking her head she took a step away from the work. When she shook her head her candy-apple red hair managed to loosen a little from their already messy pig tails. Patting her head she pulled the elastics a little tighter with her long artist fingers.
Dressed today in a what seemed to be a black tank top once upon a time, and plaid short shorts with black suspenders handing to her knees she looked much different then your average teenager. Or did she? Her eyes shot up from there they were trainer on her black vans to the work of art itself. She took a step to the side, thinking about what it meant. I mean she knew what it was meant to be, she had read the school's history on those long boring days what it rained. She knew about the murders. But maybe there was something more in this brass junk. No? Yes? Maybe?
She turned and found a bench and sat. Next to her was a case. It belonged to her electric violin. On the ground was a small amp. She wondered if she should play or what. Well she was here. So Why not. She opened the case with graceful easy and plugged her violin to her amp, and turned it on low. Pulling her bow to the strings she tuned quickly. Her song of choice started with a simple pull across the strings, a mournful sound sprang forth. A few trills here and there but really quite mournful. All long strokes of her bow against the string. The notes climbing higher and higher. Suddenly the music picked up and little easy changes unfolded in a melody climbing upward, then slowly back down. Now the music worked quickly in the same manner. All beautifully written. Now she worked even faster with a pace quick and nimble over the strings. A rest and then one quick pull against the strings. She flowed to the music, a small smile pulling through her lips. Now quickly she went. Her fingers a moving blur and her elbow working hard to more the bow. A rest and then gentle pulls against one sting, and the music climbed again. Then back to the first movement she went. Not even half finished La Folia she paused to see if any one was around, nope no one, and she went on with the beautiful music.
[/size] Dressed today in a what seemed to be a black tank top once upon a time, and plaid short shorts with black suspenders handing to her knees she looked much different then your average teenager. Or did she? Her eyes shot up from there they were trainer on her black vans to the work of art itself. She took a step to the side, thinking about what it meant. I mean she knew what it was meant to be, she had read the school's history on those long boring days what it rained. She knew about the murders. But maybe there was something more in this brass junk. No? Yes? Maybe?
She turned and found a bench and sat. Next to her was a case. It belonged to her electric violin. On the ground was a small amp. She wondered if she should play or what. Well she was here. So Why not. She opened the case with graceful easy and plugged her violin to her amp, and turned it on low. Pulling her bow to the strings she tuned quickly. Her song of choice started with a simple pull across the strings, a mournful sound sprang forth. A few trills here and there but really quite mournful. All long strokes of her bow against the string. The notes climbing higher and higher. Suddenly the music picked up and little easy changes unfolded in a melody climbing upward, then slowly back down. Now the music worked quickly in the same manner. All beautifully written. Now she worked even faster with a pace quick and nimble over the strings. A rest and then one quick pull against the strings. She flowed to the music, a small smile pulling through her lips. Now quickly she went. Her fingers a moving blur and her elbow working hard to more the bow. A rest and then gentle pulls against one sting, and the music climbed again. Then back to the first movement she went. Not even half finished La Folia she paused to see if any one was around, nope no one, and she went on with the beautiful music.