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Post by Roxanne Sanderson on Jul 20, 2009 22:48:10 GMT -5
Roxanne woke up that morning with the idea that she should play her guitar and sing. She dressed in her uniform which is the gray skirt and white blouse and all that other junk. She put on her cloak and grabbed her bag and put in her song book. She smiled at her self as she grabbed her brush through her hair before going off to breakfast. Once at breakfast she saw her schedule and was happy that after her first two classes she has a free period.
After she was done with eating her breakfast she went off to Potions which is a double hour which means both of her two classes and then a break. During Potions her mind kept on wandering off to during break when she knew that she was going to be singing and playing her guitar or at least she hopes that she is. When class was done and the professor made fun of her becasue she failed at the potion they were suppose to make which was a sleeping potion.
She sighed but she gathered her books and found out that she has to write a two page essay by the next class of the properties of the sleeping potion. She hurried out of the Potions classroom and up to her common room. She went into the dormitory and grabbed her guitar case out of her trunk. She smiled at as she liked her guitar and she taught her self how to play it and the piano. She hurried out of the common room and out to one of the empty classrooms.
While she was there she looked around before going into the classroom. When she was in there she smiled as she sat down on one of the desks that where there. She dropped her bag and her took out her guitar from its case. She smiled as she strummed some of the strings. She took out her song book as she sat down and continued to strum her guitar while thinking of what to sing that day. |
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Post by Hunter E. Xenith on Jul 20, 2009 23:02:39 GMT -5
Hunter Elodie Xenith She kills with no life to spare
JUST VICTIMS ARE LEFT TO BLEED
[/color] One drink and the pain goes down[/size]
hunter constantly only ever wore a loose variation of the school uniform whenever she was being forced to wear it. the rules stated that the shirt she wore had to be white, or a shade that reflected her house, which was green. today, she chose a green capped sleeved blouse with a ruched panel on the front that accentuated her curves. the rules also stated that a black or grey skirt was necessary. what wasn't stated was the length of the skirt, and hunter took full advantage of this, wearing a skirt that only just covered up her underwear when she sat down. there was no mention of shoes, other than that they should be black. hunter's were. her accessories were personal touches, which were entirely within regulations, as there was nothing saying they couldn't wear jewellery. she carried all of her books, today, in a black leather bag with silver studs. why? because it matched her shoes, was the obvious answer, and anyone that even asked the question just got a disdainful look from her. she had her glasses in a case in her bag. she rarely ever wore the things, but sometimes it was necessary. that was one of the things that magic couldn't yet fix - long- and short-sightedness. she had had four lessons already, and it was lunch break, but hunter didn't normally go down to the cafeteria - she found that it was a rare thing to get any food, and it was rarer still not to have something spilled or dropped on you - everyone seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere. instead, she felt the need to explore, although she knew her way around the castle almost blindfolded. she wasn't paying particular attention when she turned onto a random corridor full, she knew, of empty classrooms, but an improvised melody on a guitar made her stop and open the door to her left. inside the room, perched on a desk, was a little fifth year bravura. hunter bit back a sarcastic and witty entrance quote, and instead said, with no real conviction. "you need to learn how to play that thing. sounds like you're torturing the poor thing."
status: complete length: -- tagged: roxanne outfit: CLICKERSmusic: itunes shuffle ^_^ mood: amused muse: not really [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by Roxanne Sanderson on Jul 21, 2009 0:26:19 GMT -5
Roxanne smiled as she continued on strumming her guitar and humming a song that she played before. She sighed as she continued on practicing that is until the door of the classroom opened up and a sixth year came in.
She looked up from her guitar and looked at her before saying "I taught my self and I am pretty good, I just never played in a while and I don't care what you say Hunter." She shook her dark head before she continued on with her strumming of her guitar.
((sorry about it being short well get better I promise!!)) |
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Post by Hunter E. Xenith on Jul 21, 2009 0:48:55 GMT -5
Hunter Elodie XenithShe kills with no life to spare
JUST VICTIMS ARE LEFT TO BLEED
[/color] One drink and the pain goes down[/size]
as hunter walked fully into the room, her robes billowed out behind her. she hadn't had the buttons fastened all day, but none of the professors seemed to mind. she had yet to have a female professor for a lesson, though, and all of her teachers seemed to be getting younger and younger every year. perhaps next year, it wouldn't be so wrong to see a teacher "after class" in the way she had thought about in the past. with a flick of her wand, the door banged shut and clicked locked simultaneously, and hunter peered over roxanne's shoulder at the book, intent on annoying the girl as much as humanly possible, given the time that she had left. she smirked at roxanne's response, shaking her head and tutting in an almost maternal way. "it's a shame you think that." hunter started, moving over roxanne's other shoulder, whispering into her ear. "you're only setting yourself up for a fall." she then circled the desk and stood in front of the younger girl, her blue eyes appraising the seated figure critically. "sounds like you've not picked it up in over a decade." hunter exclaimed, grimacing at an imagined bum note. she leaned forward, purposely flashing as much flesh as she could (because she knew how it annoyed all the petty little envious girls), and plucked a couple of the strings. "dear god!" she started, jumping back. "i bet you tuned that yourself, didn't you?" she asked, knowingly, shaking her head and tutting again. "i'm telling you." she added, stepping back and putting her hands on her slim hips. "you'd be better off without it, ummm.... what's your name again?" hunter asked, feigning ignorance. she did know the name of the girl, but only because she had heard tales of the girl from Sarena's sister. "obviously you know me, but i don't believe i've ever had the displeasure...."
status: complete length: tagged: roxanne outfit: CLICKERSmusic: itunes shuffle ^_^ mood: amused muse: not really [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by Roxanne Sanderson on Jul 22, 2009 17:16:40 GMT -5
Roxanne looked up when the door shut and locked. She pulled out her wand and said a spell in her head. The door unlocked it self becuase she said Alhomora in her head. She smiled at Hunter and said "I like the door to be unlocked thank you very much." She turned her attention back to her guitar since she would like to play it. She started to struck a few cords. She said "Hunter I well not fall because I don't like people to hear me play or sing." She sighed as she still played a few cords.
She heard her say that she hadn't picked it up in over a decade. She sighed before saying "No Hunter I haven't played since the summer okay now if you don't mind I would like to play my guitar without people criticizing me." She looked down at her guitar as she stroked it some since her guitar and piano are like a second/third heart for her. She shook her head and said "No Hunter I didn't tune it myself I had it tune at the shop that I bought it at. And I bet you couldn't even play on the guitar even if was to save your own life from death." She shook her head at the girl since she hated girls that think that they are prettier then anyone else.
SHe shook her head again and said "Hunter this guitar and my piano back at home are my life and if I get rid of them then that well be taking apart of me away from me." She sighed as she moved back some of her dark hair away from her face. She then said "And Hunter my name is Roxanne and I am pretty sure you now that from Ariella or from Sarena and I don't care at all since I don't need anything from you Dissemblance people." She sighed as she put away her song book since she wasn't in the mood to play or make a new song today. |
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