『WEATHER』 SNOWING, COLD 26°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/26/2015 - 1:45AM ✖『DAY』 05 Noëlle was unhappy. She didn't much like the thought of getting drunk around these people, nor did she like the idea of getting into a pool, indoor or not, in twenty degree weather, or engaging in sexual intercourse with any of the available guests. Fatigue and hunger consumed her more than anything, and she found herself sipping on a soda and eating snacks somewhere on the first floor. She wanted to go home. It was late, Christmas had dragged on forever, and there was nothing she felt like doing here. Most of the night was spent occasionally smiling at people she knew, who passed her, and being as socially evasive as possible, without coming across as a total prude. It was funny to her, though, how easily people just kind of ... indulged. She wasn't sure if anyone had had sex yet, but throw a bunch of young adults and teenagers into a house with no responsible supervision and some risque activities and watch 'em go nuts, she guessed. It wasn't everyone, but it was enough to be really annoying, and just the thought of such sheep mentality irritated her! That's what she told herself, at least. The play had gone on without a hitch and she had attended the after-party with full intent on enjoying herself. Somehow, though, that just ... didn't happen. Maybe in the beginning she hadn't been in such a bitter mood, but the night dragged on and her eyes got heavier and heavier, she found herself basically soaking in a self-created storm of negativity; brooding over everything that was wrong in her life and with the world. She was lonely. When her sixth soda was finished, she picked herself up and started on a search for the bathroom. After that she would go find Bryan and ask when he wanted to leave, assuming they'd go together ... On second thought, maybe she'd just try to get home herself.
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Message From: Bryan Well, now that we have that out of the way... I just want to make sure that since I respect your privacy (even though you don't tell me anything anyway) you would respect mine. I'm not going to be spending as much time at home, if you haven't already noticed. ...About the thing I said, at Benny's. I didn't just say... that — it wasn't a girl. I suppose since I was a bit of a klutz about blurting it out, I should just tell you. I'm bisexual. Yes, I have slept with guys. No girls, yet. Haha. Ha. Embarrassing. Sorry you had to find out the way you did. While I'm talking about this... Is there anything you want to tell me? Boyfriends? Girfriends? Polyamorus relationships? Skip that last one, my frail heart wouldn't be able to handle it. Message To: Bryan It's not like I 'don't tell you' because I don't want to. Maybe I will someday, when I'm on my deathbed ... But yeah, I get it. Privacy. Oh ... I don't know how I feel about that. I thought you were totally gay. Lol. It would have explained some things. I never really see you with anyone! I know it's none of my business, but I'm concerned. I want to be an aunt someday, you know! Haha. Nope. No any of that. :). Before you get any funny ideas, too, there is a guy I like, and have liked for a long time. Just haven't gotten anywhere with it. That's why I don't date much myself. 『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 27°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/25/2015 - 7:00PM ✖『DAY』 05 Christmas. Her heart was fluttering the moment she woke up and slipped out of bed, into the cold. She wasn't a kid anymore, but she still got majorly excited for Christmas morning. Ms. Chambers had become a little less festive over the years, but they had still put out a tree and some lights around the windows. Like a lot of people, Christmas was her favorite holiday. It reminded her of her childhood, when things were better and her parents were still together. Back when family 'get-together's were a common thing, and her and Bryan were inseparable. It also made her feel a bit sad inside, because those days were gone. With a warm pair of pajamas, and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, she headed into the living room for a humble gift exchange. She had gotten Ms. Chambers a gift card to her favorite restaurant, to share with Joey [ whom she had been trying to pair with her mother for years now ]. Bryan had gotten her a gift, which she hadn't been expecting at all. It was a beautiful silver necklace that she would probably never take off ever, and a somewhat-cheesy, mostly sweet Christmas card [ with a bit of money inside -- how big brother of him ]. Her gift to him was a self-made scarf [ green, like his eyes! ], and a slip of paper that read in big bold colorful letters 'GIFT TICKET!'. She explained to him that whenever he was ready for his present, he could exchange the ticket for what it was. A surprise she was excited to give! ❝Excuse me, sorry. Err. Pardon me? ... Um. Sir? Sir.❞ The older gentleman standing up in the middle of her row finally turned to look at her and sat down, allowing her through. Her expression was a bit irritated, but she muttered a 'thank you' anyway. Opening night was PACKED so far!! Who would have known so many people would turn up? They would be out of seats soon, at this rate! Noëlle stopped backstage to wish everyone good luck, specifically Maria. Julius was visited too, and given his Christmas present [ a pirate hat ]. Then, she was back trying to find her seat. Assigned seating was a pain, but at least she wouldn't be alone for the whole show. Some crew members who were backstage or in the box office would be sitting around her soon enough, as soon as they were no longer needed. For now, though, she was by herself, several seats away from the man from before, and looking over the musical's pamphlet. It made her feel proud to see her name in the credits, even though she had been pretty much useless.
Yeah, that's fine. Just let me know when you're back. <:
What do you need? ~
omfg Sure! We'll work it out, yo.
LazyOOC: Uh. Can you put Maria to bed in your next post?? I need to go. 『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 32°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/21/2015 - 9:37PM ✖『DAY』 04.2 ❝Cute.❞ She thought about asking to pet him but didn't bother. She was tired. Luckily, Maria got up and asked her if she was tired. She was given a pair of pajamas and went to change as soon as she could. ❝That's alright.❞ She mumbled. There was nothing wrong with sleeping in the same bed with Maria, so she climbed in and went to bed.
❝Cute.❞ She thought about asking to pet him but didn't bother. She was tired. Luckily, Maria got up and asked her if she was tired. She was given a pair of pajamas and went to change as soon as she could. ❝That's alright.❞ She mumbled. There was nothing wrong with sleeping in the same bed with Maria, so she climbed in and went to bed.
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ Oliver[ after helping Pierce clean up ] had left rehearsal instead of staying any later. There was really no reason for it, just that he didn't feel comfortable sticking around. He wasn't exactly close to anyone there. He was just box office guy and it just wasn't too appealing to waste time at Fortissmo University. Instead, he found himself at his uncle's car shop. They chatted for a while and then he did some easy work for a couple of hours. This was much better. Peace, quiet, and control. The ride home was quiet but pleasant. Christmas music played over the radio and he was beginning to feel a bit more festive ... Just a bit. He wasn't sure what had boosted his mood so much, but things weren't so bad today. He arrived at home around eight, had dinner, studied, showered and then was off to bed.
Oliver[ after helping Pierce clean up ] had left rehearsal instead of staying any later. There was really no reason for it, just that he didn't feel comfortable sticking around. He wasn't exactly close to anyone there. He was just box office guy and it just wasn't too appealing to waste time at Fortissmo University. Instead, he found himself at his uncle's car shop. They chatted for a while and then he did some easy work for a couple of hours. This was much better. Peace, quiet, and control. The ride home was quiet but pleasant. Christmas music played over the radio and he was beginning to feel a bit more festive ... Just a bit. He wasn't sure what had boosted his mood so much, but things weren't so bad today. He arrived at home around eight, had dinner, studied, showered and then was off to bed.
『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 32°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/21/2015 - 9:37PM ✖『DAY』 04.2 They were greeted by a kitten immediately upon arriving to Maria's apartment. It felt weird, going over to someone's house. It had been ... a while. She stood in the doorway awkwardly until she was grabbed and lead to the bedroom. When they arrived, Maria plopped down and Noëlle stood a bit awkwardly in the doorway for a few moment, before taking a few steps closer. ❝I'm glad you came over, honestly. Stephan's gone a lot lately and you haven't been looking your best.❞ She patted a spot on the bed for her and she responded to the prompting, taking a seat and smiling slightly. ❝I thought... I thought maybe you could use a girl to talk to.❞ Her smile widened. That was funny. There was nothing that was bothering her that she could talk about. ❝Thanks for inviting me. I've been fine, just tired with the musical and everything. Then school, you know.❞ She motioned towards the cat, quickly changing the subject. ❝... What's his or her name?❞
They were greeted by a kitten immediately upon arriving to Maria's apartment. It felt weird, going over to someone's house. It had been ... a while. She stood in the doorway awkwardly until she was grabbed and lead to the bedroom. When they arrived, Maria plopped down and Noëlle stood a bit awkwardly in the doorway for a few moment, before taking a few steps closer. ❝I'm glad you came over, honestly. Stephan's gone a lot lately and you haven't been looking your best.❞ She patted a spot on the bed for her and she responded to the prompting, taking a seat and smiling slightly. ❝I thought... I thought maybe you could use a girl to talk to.❞ Her smile widened. That was funny. There was nothing that was bothering her that she could talk about. ❝Thanks for inviting me. I've been fine, just tired with the musical and everything. Then school, you know.❞ She motioned towards the cat, quickly changing the subject. ❝... What's his or her name?❞
『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 32°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/21/2015 - 9:30PM ✖『DAY』 04.2 ❝Yeah. That would be the pompous ass we're waiting on me. We could do one of the parts that don't involve him for now.❞ Maria replied. Noëlle chuckled. She really wasn't fond of him, was she? Her herself didn't know what her opinion on the blonde-haired loudmouth was, other than he was ... loud. But he was definitely theatrical enough for the lead male. ❝WHAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK? WHY...ERR... CANT...OW... I STOP....GUK.... ROLLINNNNNNNNNG?!❞ Noëlle jumped to her feet, instantly recognizing the voice -- well, the yelling voice, of Julius. Her eyes came into view with his rolling body and her lips pressed together. It was rather comical, if she thought about it, but her face showed nothing but concern. ❝Professor!❞ The exclamation was followed by a casual response as he picked himself up. ❝Sorry I'm late...had a very...odd night last night... Alright the play is in 4 more days and we really cant be wasting our time just playing around or falling down stairs. Now get your asses in gear.❞ He seemed alright, so she stumbled back to the piano stool, sitting down. Her fingers were shaking, so she wrapped her arms around herself with a nervous laugh. ❝ A BILLION PARDONS, PEONS OF THE REVOLUTION. THE WINGS OF MY INFINITE EFFORTS TO CURB THE OPPRESSION OF THE SINK UPON THE WORKING-CLASS THAT IS MY HEAD PROVED TO BE UNFRUITFUL IN THE FOUR OR SO DAYS OF MY ABSENCE! IT IS SADDENING TO SAY, UPON MARX'S GLORIOUS MOUSTACHE, THAT NOT A SINGLE COMRADE CAME TO CHECK UPON MY WELL BEING IN THE INTERIM OF THE PERSONAL PROLETARIAN STRUGGLE I WAS HAVING WITH MY CONSCIOUSNESS! A TRUE SHAME FOR ALL OF YOU, BUT IF WE CAN GET THIS REHEARSAL RIGHT THEN NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU WILL BE EXCLUDED FROM THE GLORIOUS UTOPIA THAT I SHALL CREATE IN THE NAME OF ALL FREE OF OPPRESSION. So perhaps, it is to say, WE SHOULD BEGIN THIS REHEARSAL, IF WE MAY.❞ ❝Jesus Christ ...❞ She muttered, mostly to herself but partly to Maria. Who spoke like this? Was he born and raised in the military? Maria rose and Noëlle turned into the piano, lifting the hood and reading her notes and sheet music. Slap! Ooh. She kept an ear out, but didn't look to see what had happened. ❝You have no right to come in here lecturing everyone. We have all been here and have already started rehearsal. I didn't see you all weekend. Do you know where I spent my weekend?Here. Get up here so we can get started. We've all had enough waiting around on you for one lifetime.❞ Drama bomb. It made her nervous, and she wished Bryan was around. ❝ I think you can start your accompaniment now,❞ She nodded and took a deep breath, placing her fingers over the piano keys. ❝Wh-whoaa, okay. Okay. Everyone just calm, um, down. Um.... c-can anyone get a mic on Trovald so we can get started. They're forward right on the stage, please don't forget to switch them on once it's on him. Noelle, you can start, I'll fix your mic's frequency from there.❞ Tucker's voice rang out from the speakers and her shoulders hunched, nerves completely on edge. The beginning piece was supposed to start out slow and gentle, but instead she was basically mashing the keys. The tones were harsh and clumsily arranged. At least, until she calmed down a bit, feeling embarrassed. Rehearsal was long and a bit nerve-wracking. They did a general run through and made some notes and corrections on a few things. It had gone pretty well, overall, after the kinks and animosity was worked out. It ran a bit over time, and those who had stayed [ Maria, Noëlle, Bryan, Sophie, Torvald, Julius maybe some other people I don't give a **** ] were treated to pizza. They watched a movie titled 'The Featherstone Locket' and after everything was said and done, made their way back home. A bit after the movie, Noëlle and Maria had talked. It was decided that Noëlle would go over to her place for the night -- though she was a bit nervous. Her package was supposed to be arriving in the morning. It would be nice to get away from home and Bryan for a little bit, though, so she pushed her concerned to the side.
❝Yeah. That would be the pompous ass we're waiting on me. We could do one of the parts that don't involve him for now.❞ Maria replied. Noëlle chuckled. She really wasn't fond of him, was she? Her herself didn't know what her opinion on the blonde-haired loudmouth was, other than he was ... loud. But he was definitely theatrical enough for the lead male. ❝WHAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK? WHY...ERR... CANT...OW... I STOP....GUK.... ROLLINNNNNNNNNG?!❞ Noëlle jumped to her feet, instantly recognizing the voice -- well, the yelling voice, of Julius. Her eyes came into view with his rolling body and her lips pressed together. It was rather comical, if she thought about it, but her face showed nothing but concern. ❝Professor!❞ The exclamation was followed by a casual response as he picked himself up. ❝Sorry I'm late...had a very...odd night last night... Alright the play is in 4 more days and we really cant be wasting our time just playing around or falling down stairs. Now get your asses in gear.❞ He seemed alright, so she stumbled back to the piano stool, sitting down. Her fingers were shaking, so she wrapped her arms around herself with a nervous laugh. ❝ A BILLION PARDONS, PEONS OF THE REVOLUTION. THE WINGS OF MY INFINITE EFFORTS TO CURB THE OPPRESSION OF THE SINK UPON THE WORKING-CLASS THAT IS MY HEAD PROVED TO BE UNFRUITFUL IN THE FOUR OR SO DAYS OF MY ABSENCE! IT IS SADDENING TO SAY, UPON MARX'S GLORIOUS MOUSTACHE, THAT NOT A SINGLE COMRADE CAME TO CHECK UPON MY WELL BEING IN THE INTERIM OF THE PERSONAL PROLETARIAN STRUGGLE I WAS HAVING WITH MY CONSCIOUSNESS! A TRUE SHAME FOR ALL OF YOU, BUT IF WE CAN GET THIS REHEARSAL RIGHT THEN NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU WILL BE EXCLUDED FROM THE GLORIOUS UTOPIA THAT I SHALL CREATE IN THE NAME OF ALL FREE OF OPPRESSION. So perhaps, it is to say, WE SHOULD BEGIN THIS REHEARSAL, IF WE MAY.❞ ❝Jesus Christ ...❞ She muttered, mostly to herself but partly to Maria. Who spoke like this? Was he born and raised in the military? Maria rose and Noëlle turned into the piano, lifting the hood and reading her notes and sheet music. Slap! Ooh. She kept an ear out, but didn't look to see what had happened. ❝You have no right to come in here lecturing everyone. We have all been here and have already started rehearsal. I didn't see you all weekend. Do you know where I spent my weekend?Here. Get up here so we can get started. We've all had enough waiting around on you for one lifetime.❞ Drama bomb. It made her nervous, and she wished Bryan was around. ❝ I think you can start your accompaniment now,❞ She nodded and took a deep breath, placing her fingers over the piano keys. ❝Wh-whoaa, okay. Okay. Everyone just calm, um, down. Um.... c-can anyone get a mic on Trovald so we can get started. They're forward right on the stage, please don't forget to switch them on once it's on him. Noelle, you can start, I'll fix your mic's frequency from there.❞ Tucker's voice rang out from the speakers and her shoulders hunched, nerves completely on edge. The beginning piece was supposed to start out slow and gentle, but instead she was basically mashing the keys. The tones were harsh and clumsily arranged. At least, until she calmed down a bit, feeling embarrassed.
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ ❝Th-thanks,❞ He shrugged, genuinely oblivious to why she would need to thank him for something like this. If he fell, she'd try to help too, wouldn't she? He hoped so, at least. Maybe she would be too shy. His fingers loosened around hers as soon as she was up and deemed well enough to walk. Their hands pulled away. Then, he turned and lead her through the wide, empty hallway and to the main office. He wondered for a moment if there was anything of value in here. Why would it be unlocked during Winter Break? Unless someone was actively checking it, and just happened to be away each time there was rehearsal. Another, quieter sigh left his lips as he and Pierce both dug around, looking for a first aid kit. A minute or two later, it was found. That was good. He knew for a fact that the nurses office would have been closed, and even though her elbow didn't look that bad, it was a bit scraped up and would be a pain to work with for the rest of rehearsal. ❝Here we go,❞ Pierce took a seat in one of the chairs and Oliver followed, placing the first aid kit down on the table and pulling one of the chairs up closer to hers before plopping down. Their knees were almost touching from the closeness, but he wasn't really paying attention to that. Instead, he opened the kit and took out a cotton swab, hydrogen peroxide, a band-aid and an antibiotic cream. ❝ I-I can do it... if y-you don't want to...❞ With a good amount of hesitation, his hand reached out to take her arm and hold her elbow out, gently. He tilted his head to inspect it better and then clicked his tongue. Clumsy. He had to admit he felt a bit awkward taking care of her like this. She wasn't a child or that badly injured, there was really no reason for him to do this. But he wanted to. ❝Sorry if this stings.❞ He warned gently, taking the hydrogen peroxide soaked cotton ball and dabbing the wound. He hoped he was doing this right. It's what his mother used to do for him, when he was hurt. When that was done, he rubbed a bit of cream onto it in a thin layer and smoothed the bandage over the scrape. ❝... Better?❞
❝Th-thanks,❞ He shrugged, genuinely oblivious to why she would need to thank him for something like this. If he fell, she'd try to help too, wouldn't she? He hoped so, at least. Maybe she would be too shy. His fingers loosened around hers as soon as she was up and deemed well enough to walk. Their hands pulled away. Then, he turned and lead her through the wide, empty hallway and to the main office. He wondered for a moment if there was anything of value in here. Why would it be unlocked during Winter Break? Unless someone was actively checking it, and just happened to be away each time there was rehearsal. Another, quieter sigh left his lips as he and Pierce both dug around, looking for a first aid kit. A minute or two later, it was found. That was good. He knew for a fact that the nurses office would have been closed, and even though her elbow didn't look that bad, it was a bit scraped up and would be a pain to work with for the rest of rehearsal. ❝Here we go,❞ Pierce took a seat in one of the chairs and Oliver followed, placing the first aid kit down on the table and pulling one of the chairs up closer to hers before plopping down. Their knees were almost touching from the closeness, but he wasn't really paying attention to that. Instead, he opened the kit and took out a cotton swab, hydrogen peroxide, a band-aid and an antibiotic cream. ❝ I-I can do it... if y-you don't want to...❞ With a good amount of hesitation, his hand reached out to take her arm and hold her elbow out, gently. He tilted his head to inspect it better and then clicked his tongue. Clumsy. He had to admit he felt a bit awkward taking care of her like this. She wasn't a child or that badly injured, there was really no reason for him to do this. But he wanted to. ❝Sorry if this stings.❞ He warned gently, taking the hydrogen peroxide soaked cotton ball and dabbing the wound. He hoped he was doing this right. It's what his mother used to do for him, when he was hurt. When that was done, he rubbed a bit of cream onto it in a thin layer and smoothed the bandage over the scrape. ❝... Better?❞
Wat. Really? When? o:
Oliver swiveled around in the dark. Pierce's figure tumbled from the chair and hit the ground with an unnerving 'thump'. His heart beat against his rib cage and he immediately moved the chair out of his way, kneeling down beside the fallen girl with a somewhat exasperated sigh. "I told you to be careful ..." He said, sternly. He wasn't angry or annoyed with her, just worried. The movement of a rolling lightbulb had alerted his attention the moment she fell. He had been listening out for any shattering of glass. Knelt beside her, he leaned closer and hovered over her body, searching for the light. Once he found it, he stood, placed the chair back and screwed the orb in. Seconds later, the box office was illuminated and he was holding a hand out towards Pierce. "Are you hurt?" His tone was even, but his eyes were worried. He motioned his still outstretched hand towards the elbow that was halfway propping her up. It was sure to need an ice pack, at least. "... Let's see if the main office has a first aid kit."
His weekend? He pulled back from the heavy backpack and took a seat, smiling still. It was a bit of an standard question, but left him with a couple of options. He could devulge the events of the weekend and ask an actual female what she thought, answer truthfully but gloss over the details, or lie. She didn't really leave him much room to do either three, as she explained the predicament with the light. He was about to offer to change it himself, but was interrupted as she stepped up to take care of it and shut the lights off. Submerged in darkness, he could feel his ears getting hot. This was ... He cleared his throat in the silence and pressed his lips together to distract himself. "Well ... My weekend was fine," he murmured. "How about yours? ... Be careful."
Devyn rolled her eyes and leaned back in the driver's seat, relaxing her muscles a bit with a small smile. Who was this? She couldn't recognize the voice right off the bat, so she plucked her music box off of the dashboard and looked at the figurines. Marina's was off course and she released a distorted sigh against the receiver of the phone. "What do you want?" She asked, coolly, wishing she'd get on with it. It was unnecessary impatience, but Marina was killing her thrill. And why would she asked for help and then say that she could kill her?
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】 They had started discussing ideas [ all along the same vein ] and Madeline tuned them out. It was frustrating to listen to. There was talk of a motel or hotel and then summoning Crestatia. Honestly, the 'Crestatia' option looked like the only option. What? They were going to run, sleep and hope that Devyn somehow didn't find them while they did so? But then summoning Crestatia ... She thought about the little brunette girl, in the science room and shivered. Her legs dropped from their bent position and the heels of her feet started to bounce. She zoned out, boiling inside, until Harley engaged her. "Hey. You've summoned her, right? How do you go about doing this?" Had he not been at the last 'group' summoning? Jayn couldn't remember ... "... You need some kind of offering, and a vessel. An offering like ... Money, or something. It's not for her -- she doesn't take it. I think if you put out something of enough value, she won't need a vessel. My last offering was ..." She trailed off and looked away. "Then, you just ... Call her. Nothing that fancy about it, really ..."
『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 34°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/21/2015 - 2:43PM ✖『DAY』 04.2 ❝Man, you guys still haven't started?❞ Noëlle called out to the stage with a smile as she reentered the auditorium, trailing after Maria. ❝Tsk, tsk!❞ Her heavily mascaraed eyes scanned the theater for Julius. When she didn't find him, she sighed and her arms fell and unfolded from over her chest. The heels of her boots reverberated off of the shiny hardwood of the stage on her way up and to the piano, though she wasn't sure what she was accompanying if no one had started rehearsing. As of late, everyone was just kind of lounging about lazily. The show was so close, and it wasn't perfect yet. They needed to practice! Bryan wasn't here either, but that was a good thing. She had seen him leading the orchestra away, and immediately hid behind one of the walls of the hallway until they passed. Maria was here, though. She had never text her back. Looking at her phone for too long would make her feel nervous for a while, until she got used to this whole 'pen pal' thing. She set the cup of water she had gotten while out in the hall down underneath the stool of the piano and spun around energetically, though inside ... ❝Who are we waiting on? ...❞ A glance around answered her question. ❝Probably Torvald?❞
❝Man, you guys still haven't started?❞ Noëlle called out to the stage with a smile as she reentered the auditorium, trailing after Maria. ❝Tsk, tsk!❞ Her heavily mascaraed eyes scanned the theater for Julius. When she didn't find him, she sighed and her arms fell and unfolded from over her chest. The heels of her boots reverberated off of the shiny hardwood of the stage on her way up and to the piano, though she wasn't sure what she was accompanying if no one had started rehearsing. As of late, everyone was just kind of lounging about lazily. The show was so close, and it wasn't perfect yet. They needed to practice! Bryan wasn't here either, but that was a good thing. She had seen him leading the orchestra away, and immediately hid behind one of the walls of the hallway until they passed. Maria was here, though. She had never text her back. Looking at her phone for too long would make her feel nervous for a while, until she got used to this whole 'pen pal' thing. She set the cup of water she had gotten while out in the hall down underneath the stool of the piano and spun around energetically, though inside ... ❝Who are we waiting on? ...❞ A glance around answered her question. ❝Probably Torvald?❞
xxxxxx [/url] They had been driving for just a few minutes, on the correct course, when her phone rang. It was a little ... unfortunate. In order to answer it she would have to stop the car or ask Kallisti to answer [ which would be a bad idea, considering ... ]. With a soft groan [ which sounded more like a low growl ], the brakes were slammed upon once more -- in middle of an intersection. The smell of burning rubber seeped through the air vents and made her scrunch her nose. Traffic lights towered above them, changing every thirty seconds or so. It seemed erratic and Devyn felt a bit shameful. It was dangerous to rearrange the gameboard too often, she knew that. Her eyes settled on her music box and then scanned over Kallisti's form in the passenger's seat with a dissatisfied 'hmm'. After two more rings, she answered the call. The phone pressed over her bag covered ear, but nothing was said at first. Her mind was reeling with possible plans of action, and their outcomes. How would this conversation go? Would it really change anything? Probably not ... ❝Well ...?❞ No prompt response. Were they trying to stall? Haha. They were an interesting group ...
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