Post by Cassandra Symon on Sept 15, 2010 22:35:16 GMT -6
Cassie was feeling twitchy as she was walking through the halls of Peck. She was just wandering around. She waved to people who waved to her. As she walking she was tapping her fingers on her thigh, and with the other hand twirling a strand of her fine dark brown hair around her fingers. Her hair fell to about mid back. She wanted to change. Needed to. She likes her wolf form. For Cassie, it's comfortable. She was trying hard not to take deep breaths. She was taking shallow breaths. The smells around her, the aroma of tonight's dinner smelled divine. She could tell it had to do something with meat, and she loved meat. She laughed to herself and took her Zune out of her back pocket, and switched songs. Looking around her as she walked, her head was bobbing to the beat of the song. Out of the corner of her eye, this room just...... called out to her. 'That's weird' she thought to herself. She hadn't recalled that room before. It was the Haunted Ballroom. Shrugging her shoulders, she looked to the sides and behind her before opening the door.
She walked in. She has heard rumors that this room was never the same size twice. Sitting in the middle of the room was a piano. Tilting her head to the side, she wondered if the room normally had a piano. Shrugging her bare shoulders, as she was wearing a corset that fit her like a glove. Only real downside to exposed shoulders is that it showed the faint scars from her turning. She didn't really care, but she didn't often were belly shirts as the scars went across her belly. When she did, she got asked 'what happened' and all that other crap which pissed her off to no end. Yes, she could understand people were curious but still it was annoying.
Walking down the steps at a slow pace, her hand trailing behind her hitting the back of the chairs, She then noticed that this was set up like a stage and that the chairs would be filled if there were a concert. It had been a while since she played the piano. She sat down at the bench. She started off with just running her fingers over the keys. Looking up at the ceiling briefly. She gave a faint smile and started to play the Vanessa Carlton's: A thousand Miles. She had often been told she had an amazing voice; she was debating on whether or not to sing along. She decided she see how a few lyrics felt. Her soft angelic voice gaining volume as she sang
Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces passed
And I'm home bound
Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making my way
Through the crowd
And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder....
She stopped singing, and sighed. She restarted the song and this time didn't sing at all. It's not that she didn't like her voice, is for her it was hard to concentrate. Sing and play the piano at the same time. She applauded every singer that could. Goodness knows she can't. She had heard a door open and close very softly. But chose to ignore it. Switching to a different song she started to play Celine Dion's song 'My Heart Will Go On. It was one of her favorite songs, as mushy as it sounded. Her hands flowing gracefully over the keys She sighed, stopped playing about a third of the way through the song, and without turning around she said "You might as well either come down here or get out. I know your there. I heard the bloody door open and close.'’ She resumed playing the song, not knowing who was coming down or leaving.
Word Count: 633
Tagged: Open
She walked in. She has heard rumors that this room was never the same size twice. Sitting in the middle of the room was a piano. Tilting her head to the side, she wondered if the room normally had a piano. Shrugging her bare shoulders, as she was wearing a corset that fit her like a glove. Only real downside to exposed shoulders is that it showed the faint scars from her turning. She didn't really care, but she didn't often were belly shirts as the scars went across her belly. When she did, she got asked 'what happened' and all that other crap which pissed her off to no end. Yes, she could understand people were curious but still it was annoying.
Walking down the steps at a slow pace, her hand trailing behind her hitting the back of the chairs, She then noticed that this was set up like a stage and that the chairs would be filled if there were a concert. It had been a while since she played the piano. She sat down at the bench. She started off with just running her fingers over the keys. Looking up at the ceiling briefly. She gave a faint smile and started to play the Vanessa Carlton's: A thousand Miles. She had often been told she had an amazing voice; she was debating on whether or not to sing along. She decided she see how a few lyrics felt. Her soft angelic voice gaining volume as she sang
Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces passed
And I'm home bound
Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making my way
Through the crowd
And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder....
She stopped singing, and sighed. She restarted the song and this time didn't sing at all. It's not that she didn't like her voice, is for her it was hard to concentrate. Sing and play the piano at the same time. She applauded every singer that could. Goodness knows she can't. She had heard a door open and close very softly. But chose to ignore it. Switching to a different song she started to play Celine Dion's song 'My Heart Will Go On. It was one of her favorite songs, as mushy as it sounded. Her hands flowing gracefully over the keys She sighed, stopped playing about a third of the way through the song, and without turning around she said "You might as well either come down here or get out. I know your there. I heard the bloody door open and close.'’ She resumed playing the song, not knowing who was coming down or leaving.
Word Count: 633
Tagged: Open