Post by Darius Willis on Apr 14, 2008 1:06:37 GMT
They'd bribed her. That was it. They had bribed their own daughter. Just so they could send their son sheet music. Poor Bev, she probably didn't want to send the stupid piano music. But they probably did something to make her want to. Or forced her to anyway. Groaning, Darius shook his head and he walked down from the Owlery stairs. His parents could find a loop hole in all of the stuff that made Dar happy. How could he practice this bloody music if there wasn't a bloody piano in the whole bloody school?! "Welche Idioten!" He grumbled loudly.
Rounding the corner, Gunner began calming himself down. Maybe one of the many doors in the school would have a piano in it. Shoving the already crumbled piano music into his pocket, Dar cracked his knuckles in anger. Why did they have to bother? Couldn't they see he was away doing school work, not practicing for some stupid family get-together? Thinking of it more, he just angered himself even more then before. Stopping, Dar took a good whack at the wall; idiotic, yes. But it sure helped ease the anger. But not the oncoming pain.
"OW!" He shouted, clutching his hand. If he just broke his hand, he was screwed. That was his writing hand, and his wand hand. Yes, anger made Darius do stupid things. It wasn't that he had temper problems, it was more like, he had problems with his temper. Shaking his hand, he continued on, wincing at the pain. A few corridors later, he was basically calmed down.
"Alright. If I'm going to practice this Klaviermusikscheiße, I'll need a place to practice. But where?" Dar asked himself. As if magically, a door came from no where. Well, it was magically. Frowning at the door, he grabbed the handle with his hand that didn't hurt, and turned the knob. Looking in, Gunner found a grand piano, along with one long row of chairs. The walls were pure white, and the ground marble. Glancing around, he stepped inside.
The place seemed to shimmer, yet there was no source of light. Walking in more, Darius somewhat gulped, hoping no crazy person would come out of no where, and attack him. Going to the piano, he sat down on the bench, and pulled out his sheet music. Looking at the music long and hard, he shook his head, and stuffed them back into his pocket. Practice later. Play now. That was his motto. Placing both hands on the keys, Gunner began to play at his own risk, for the sake of his hurting hand. The song started out mellow, and began flowing. Soon, he didn't know what he was playing. It didn't even have a genre. It was, just there. It was just, music. It flowed through his veins. The music was flowing through his veins.
(If anyone needs the translation, either PM me, or look it up here.)
Rounding the corner, Gunner began calming himself down. Maybe one of the many doors in the school would have a piano in it. Shoving the already crumbled piano music into his pocket, Dar cracked his knuckles in anger. Why did they have to bother? Couldn't they see he was away doing school work, not practicing for some stupid family get-together? Thinking of it more, he just angered himself even more then before. Stopping, Dar took a good whack at the wall; idiotic, yes. But it sure helped ease the anger. But not the oncoming pain.
"OW!" He shouted, clutching his hand. If he just broke his hand, he was screwed. That was his writing hand, and his wand hand. Yes, anger made Darius do stupid things. It wasn't that he had temper problems, it was more like, he had problems with his temper. Shaking his hand, he continued on, wincing at the pain. A few corridors later, he was basically calmed down.
"Alright. If I'm going to practice this Klaviermusikscheiße, I'll need a place to practice. But where?" Dar asked himself. As if magically, a door came from no where. Well, it was magically. Frowning at the door, he grabbed the handle with his hand that didn't hurt, and turned the knob. Looking in, Gunner found a grand piano, along with one long row of chairs. The walls were pure white, and the ground marble. Glancing around, he stepped inside.
The place seemed to shimmer, yet there was no source of light. Walking in more, Darius somewhat gulped, hoping no crazy person would come out of no where, and attack him. Going to the piano, he sat down on the bench, and pulled out his sheet music. Looking at the music long and hard, he shook his head, and stuffed them back into his pocket. Practice later. Play now. That was his motto. Placing both hands on the keys, Gunner began to play at his own risk, for the sake of his hurting hand. The song started out mellow, and began flowing. Soon, he didn't know what he was playing. It didn't even have a genre. It was, just there. It was just, music. It flowed through his veins. The music was flowing through his veins.
(If anyone needs the translation, either PM me, or look it up here.)