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Post by Marcellette Victore on Nov 18, 2007 22:57:21 GMT -5
She turned her head over her shoulder to smile at the other musician. "I have... 'temperment.'" quoting from her instructor back home. "And thanks but...that's it. I could never play the guitar. I don't know what it is. Maybe if they made a bow for the guitar-ehhehha." She really admired people he played the more social instruments like guitar and percussion. She did have passion for what she did but at the same time she felt that her instruments told people about her, and to some people it was just boring.
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Nov 22, 2007 3:51:01 GMT -5
"I've been playing guitar since I was about seven or eight," Pru stroked the neck of her guitar, a Martin. "My father taught me. How long have you been playing? I've heard those are harder instruments."
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Post by Marcellette Victore on Nov 22, 2007 4:17:35 GMT -5
"Oh I-...maybe they are. I couldn't say. They're all I know. I can't even play the piano." She could whip out her violin at any given time and improvise whatever theme song she wanted, and her sight reading skills were well tuned you could say. Though when it came to attacking the keys it wasn't so easy for her. "Violin, since I was five, honestly." She knew it was crazy. She usually didn't just come out and say it. Her parents were...odd ones. "Cello, eight yeeharrrs." Years being said like she suddenly became extremely horse.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 21:15:55 GMT -5
"I picked up singing because it was the only thing I could do musically without there being the chance of me breaking an instrument," Caylee pipped in. "I'm clumsy as all hell." She looked at her phone again, flipping the top up before sighing roughly and closing it again, only to open it a few seconds later.
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Post by Marcellette Victore on Nov 22, 2007 21:24:45 GMT -5
Mark smiled if only for a moment, now turning her attention the girl on the other side of her. Having to turn her head again to look at her from over her other shoulder now, she nodded slightly. "Mental high five on that one." She agreed with her, able to connect easily on the subject with her. She was just glad her brothers weren't around during all the mishaps she'd already gone through all in today. Marcelle noticed Caylee's fumbling with the phone but she didn't want to intrude on her business. She seemed like the type to snap about it. "Expecting a call...?" she asked her quietly, not even knowing why she had since she'd told herself not to.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 21:31:09 GMT -5
"A text," she answered distantly. "From a friend. Who said he would call when he's out of class. Which was exactly five minutes ago." Emmett had always been on time with his texts. If he said he would text her when class ended, he began texting five minutes to the bell.
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Post by Marcellette Victore on Nov 25, 2007 22:56:00 GMT -5
With more nods she shrugged to her, not sure what she could say back to that and opened the one bag she'd brought. Looking into it just made her head ache. Horribly so. Probably the worst all day, which was really saying something. She was usually so good about keeping somekind of pill bag with her. A small ziplock with white text and check boxs for day and night. It really was made for meds, though she didn't even notice. Her mother started her with it, and she'd just always used the same bag over and over. With luck she still had something she could take. From the front of her bag, a smaller pocket, she pulled out the bag and all she had was one motrin. She stared at it, not sourly, but not thrilled over it. She tucked it back in and just hoped the pain wouldn't be long lasting. "So...um...are you guys done with classes today, or...?" she asked her new roomies without looking up at either of them.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 25, 2007 23:13:54 GMT -5
"Yup. I take classes in the morning. Except on Fridays. I like to sleep in on Fridays. Oh, and you should know. On weekends or on no class days, if you wake me before noon, you won't survive till 12:01." She gave Prudence the same talk when she had arrived. Caylee had very strict sleeping schedules. She was so timed by her sleep schedules, that you could set your own calendar to it.
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Post by Marcellette Victore on Nov 25, 2007 23:22:19 GMT -5
"Oh um, alright. Noted." she assured her glancing up to Prudence from the corner of her eye only for a brief moment. "Well um," getting away from the awkwardness and the threats that Caylee was sending her way. She could definitely obey those rules, and not to mention, how could she not with the sterness about them? Maybe she needed to start a list of important things to remember. Since things seemed to be a bit to the point and very exact around here. Or so it seemed she thought, thinking maybe things would be a bit lighter and easier to sink into with time. "I'm not keeping you two from anything I hope."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 25, 2007 23:34:05 GMT -5
"Not I, gentle fairy," Caylee shrugged. "I've been waiting for Emmie to drop by, but he said something about going somewhere. I don't know. I was zoned out."
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Post by Marcellette Victore on Nov 25, 2007 23:42:17 GMT -5
Turning around, she got off the floor and sat on the edge of what was suppose to be her bed. Alright, it was fine for a bed. She couldn't complain. It could have easily, very easily, been much much worse. "Who?" Marcellette asked impulsively, but quietly. Just as an automatic response. She didn't know what she was talking about so it was her instinct reaction to ask. Caylee was starting to scare her just a bit, so she was quite surprised in herself for all the questions.
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