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The sound of silence....
by Guest Sat Nov 06, 2010 4:31 pm
Who: Aimee and anyone who can't sleep...
When: 1:34 am everyone should be asleep C:
Where: The other side of the lake away from the Athenaeum
Little did she sleep the past few nights.Her dreams would wake her up and not let her sleep. Dreams of her dad and her town,her school, her world. At times she would read herself to sleep,but that never helped, it would actually keep her awake until the sun would come out. If this kept on surely she would fall asleep before third period would started.
Luckily Hermes allowed her to bring her guitar to the Athenaeum. When everything was asleep and the Mentors patrolling elsewhere she sneaked out of her room. Miss Kamoa has caught her twice singing in her room instead of sleeping. Tonight would be different, Aimee was going to the lake. Non of the mentors seemed to be nearby the path she would take ,still she was careful.
"Haaa....At last..." Aimee sighed and moved her guitar in front of her to adjust the strings. She bagan to play,slowly she swayed her hips side by side and started to sing very low.
"El sonido del silencio,
el que no quiero escuchar,
es aquella noche fria,
la que quiero evitar
el sentirme descubierto
cuando el sol me quemará"
(( The song in in Spanish sorry guys I can transalate it if you want but click here if you want to listen to it, its one of my favorites and you can get the idea what Aimee is playing C: ))
When: 1:34 am everyone should be asleep C:
Where: The other side of the lake away from the Athenaeum
Little did she sleep the past few nights.Her dreams would wake her up and not let her sleep. Dreams of her dad and her town,her school, her world. At times she would read herself to sleep,but that never helped, it would actually keep her awake until the sun would come out. If this kept on surely she would fall asleep before third period would started.
Luckily Hermes allowed her to bring her guitar to the Athenaeum. When everything was asleep and the Mentors patrolling elsewhere she sneaked out of her room. Miss Kamoa has caught her twice singing in her room instead of sleeping. Tonight would be different, Aimee was going to the lake. Non of the mentors seemed to be nearby the path she would take ,still she was careful.
"Haaa....At last..." Aimee sighed and moved her guitar in front of her to adjust the strings. She bagan to play,slowly she swayed her hips side by side and started to sing very low.
"El sonido del silencio,
el que no quiero escuchar,
es aquella noche fria,
la que quiero evitar
el sentirme descubierto
cuando el sol me quemará"
(( The song in in Spanish sorry guys I can transalate it if you want but click here if you want to listen to it, its one of my favorites and you can get the idea what Aimee is playing C: ))
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Re: The sound of silence....
by Guest Mon Nov 08, 2010 2:43 am
Per his usual routine - Kal was meditating. He probably should be out patrolling, but he justified meditation, because with his amplified wind magic bringing him the sounds of the Athenaeum, he could tell who was awake and who was asleep. It definitely wasn't because he was lazy. Nope. Definitely not. That's what he kept telling himself anyways.
Sitting on his bed, he took slow, even breaths, letting his magic flow out from him, and stretch out to the world.
Some time later, he heard a break in the usual sounds of the night. It was a low music. He had heard the music before, but it had been coming from the warriors quarters, and the other mentors patrolled that well enough. The perpetrator's mentor had dealt with the music on both occasions.
But as he listened to the music, he heard the soft washing of water, and realized that the person must be at the lake this time. That was technically where Amaranth was supposed to be patrolling, but ever since the siren had found her new boy-toy, she had been otherwise engaged at night. Not that Kal wasn't happy for her. It was long since past the point where they had had any sort of a relationship. No - he and the siren were kindred spirits and he was happy she had found something more long lasting than what they had had together. It almost gave him hope for himself. But in the meantime, he was a little lonely.
And as he listened to the words, in low, fast paced spanish (a language he had picked up in one of his travels to a place called Espana - though he didn't speak it as well as a native), he realized that the singer was also lonely, and his heart twinged in empathy. But they should really be asleep, lonely or not.
Swiftly, he moved off the bed, and out the window, landing softly on the ground below. The winds quickly brought him to the singer, and he waited silently until she finished the song. The girl was human by the looks of things, with blonde hair, and glasses. When she finished, he cleared his throat so as not to startle her too much.
"Quien le echas de menos?" He asked, hoping that his spanish wasn't too rusty..
Sitting on his bed, he took slow, even breaths, letting his magic flow out from him, and stretch out to the world.
Some time later, he heard a break in the usual sounds of the night. It was a low music. He had heard the music before, but it had been coming from the warriors quarters, and the other mentors patrolled that well enough. The perpetrator's mentor had dealt with the music on both occasions.
But as he listened to the music, he heard the soft washing of water, and realized that the person must be at the lake this time. That was technically where Amaranth was supposed to be patrolling, but ever since the siren had found her new boy-toy, she had been otherwise engaged at night. Not that Kal wasn't happy for her. It was long since past the point where they had had any sort of a relationship. No - he and the siren were kindred spirits and he was happy she had found something more long lasting than what they had had together. It almost gave him hope for himself. But in the meantime, he was a little lonely.
And as he listened to the words, in low, fast paced spanish (a language he had picked up in one of his travels to a place called Espana - though he didn't speak it as well as a native), he realized that the singer was also lonely, and his heart twinged in empathy. But they should really be asleep, lonely or not.
Swiftly, he moved off the bed, and out the window, landing softly on the ground below. The winds quickly brought him to the singer, and he waited silently until she finished the song. The girl was human by the looks of things, with blonde hair, and glasses. When she finished, he cleared his throat so as not to startle her too much.
"Quien le echas de menos?" He asked, hoping that his spanish wasn't too rusty..
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Re: The sound of silence....
by Guest Mon Nov 08, 2010 4:14 pm
((OMG not Kallistrates...That guy scares me DX lol this should be fun))
Did she just hear someone speaking to her in Spanish? Aimee quickly turned around, not scared of who found her out of bed, but that he spoke to her in Spanish. Her face was a bit pale do to the lack of sleep but, there was a slight of pink on her cheeks. He heard her singing, but for how long was he there?
The night was cold and the moon was hidden in the clouds, it was hard for her to know which mentor her was. Hollis she was sure he wasn't.Who ever he was probably he would start to scold her and drag her to her room."A un hombre que amaba ....en mi ciudad natal." She replied,cleaning the tears from her face. There was a small joy in her heart, when she spoke.
So long since she last spoke to someone in her language, of course this wasn't the time to rejoice or chatter. She lowered her view not wanting to look at his face. God, what should she do now? What excuse should she say?
Did she just hear someone speaking to her in Spanish? Aimee quickly turned around, not scared of who found her out of bed, but that he spoke to her in Spanish. Her face was a bit pale do to the lack of sleep but, there was a slight of pink on her cheeks. He heard her singing, but for how long was he there?
The night was cold and the moon was hidden in the clouds, it was hard for her to know which mentor her was. Hollis she was sure he wasn't.Who ever he was probably he would start to scold her and drag her to her room."A un hombre que amaba ....en mi ciudad natal." She replied,cleaning the tears from her face. There was a small joy in her heart, when she spoke.
So long since she last spoke to someone in her language, of course this wasn't the time to rejoice or chatter. She lowered her view not wanting to look at his face. God, what should she do now? What excuse should she say?
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