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Post by Max Gale on Jun 9, 2012 15:34:17 GMT -5
It was a quiet and warm day as Max crept out of his dorms. He moved across the moat in order to better be able to get out quieter. PJ was already out somewhere or he would've tried to invite him along but as it was Max was doing something private he didn't want people to see... He was dressed fairly nice, his dark hair gelled and ruffled into a deliberately messy spiked style in order to look cooler. His clothing was half uniform half casual with robes over top a sleeveless shirt and black pants. He wasn't wearing gloves but he did have a guitar pick in his pocket and a guitar on his back. That was because he was sneaking out to go practice his guitar outside in the nice day.
It wasn't as though he was embarrassed about his hobby... He looked rather cool doing his moves he thought. No... It was more that he felt embarrassed having people see him practice. It was one thing when you whipped out a guitar for a group of people either to impress or on request, it was quite another to play guitar on your own. It was something private that others didn't need to listen to. He moved softly on the grass to the shining lake and sat near the edge of it. Then he softly began to strum the guitar. First he played a bit of pink floyd's most stereotypical guitar piece.
But then he moved onto something faster. Gasoline by Seether. Of course, he wasn't singing the song because he didn't want some fifteen year old becoming more jaded then they already were because of him. He just wanted the challenge of the fast tune and as he made an effort to do the tune, he got lost in it. He hummed along to it as well, his deep voice melodic as it was lower than his guitar's regular tune.
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Post by Isabelle Beaulieu on Jun 11, 2012 4:14:15 GMT -5
If You Can Dream
It's a Tale as Old as Time, There's No Mountain We Can't Climb
❀ Isabelle Beaulieu ❀ All Isabelle wanted to do was be alone. Beau hand infuriated her one too many times today and she just wanted a few minutes of quite alone time where she could open her book, enjoy a good chapter or two in silence, and then she'd head back on up to the castle. Sometimes, she really felt like she was a prisoner in those walls. Of course, no one was keeping her locked away, except for maybe her papa wanting her to stay and learn as much as she could about what she was. It was hard for her to do, but she did it because it was what her papa asked of her.
Isablelle came toward the clearing where she usually sat to read, her book clutched against her breast, but stopped when she heard a guitar playing. She knew of only a few people from the Academy who played, and wondered if it could be any of them. Coming into the clearing, she saw that it was Max Gale. He was part of the Atlantica House and a few years older than Isabelle, but she liked him, more so than a lot of the other guys. He didn't seem to be as bigheaded as the most of the guys at the academy. He was someone Belle could get a long with to some extent.
Walking closer to him, she smiled. “Nice place to get away with yourself, isn't it?” She had to wonder slightly if he even knew who she was. “I'm Isabelle, by the way. Isabelle Beaulieu. I think we've spoken a few times since I've been here at the academy.” Isabelle's thick, French accent had softened over the years that she's been attending WDA, but it was still there. Anyone would easily target her as being French. “You're Max Gale, yes?” ●●●●●●●●● ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ●●●●●●●●● words [/color] ❀ 304tag ❀ Opensong ❀ If You Can Dream
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Post by Max Gale on Jun 16, 2012 10:42:07 GMT -5
Max jumped a little at being addressed and dropped his guitar. It wasn't because of belle or anything, he actually didn't mind her from what little they interacted and she was pretty, more the fact she had caught him. Of course... That explained the jump, the dropping the guitar was the work of his Dad's genes and he took a moment to nervously check over the guitar to make sure he didn't seriously wreak it in the course of dropping it. That was the main reason he didn't right away address the pretty girl. Once he was sure his guitar got few scratches, he looked up at her and gave a smile.
"Yeah, I am Max Gale." He told her "Sorry I didn't respond right away. I do remember speaking to you before Isabelle... You are fairly down to earth." Not to mention that the down to earthness kept him from tripping over his feet like usual when he tried to talk to pretty girls. He wasn't sure if that made her a friend or a possible love interest but here in the aloneness of the lake shore he was not going to try to behave like one of the other guys. What was the point when the only thing it would do is infuriate her and nothing else. He acted like the other guys only a little when he was with the guys.
"So... You here to read or is that book an excuse to not talk to people if someone ended up stumbling upon you here?" Max asked before adding. "I've always wondered about that because I use my own methods of distraction." Mostly in the name of not acting like a goof but he wasn't particularly going to say that either. It would totally wreak his image. Keeping silent about the exact reason he did distractions made him mysterious and more cool. Least... He hoped it did. |
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Post by Isabelle Beaulieu on Jun 17, 2012 0:17:18 GMT -5
If You Can Dream
It's a Tale as Old as Time, There's No Mountain We Can't Climb
❀ Isabelle Beaulieu ❀ Isa noticed how nervous she had made him just by stumbling in on him. Well, she hadn't stumbled near as much as he did. He had dropped his guitar, which made Isa feel bad for interrupting him. He had been so peaceful and serene playing his guitar and she had gone and interrupted him. She went to apologize, but he apologized himself... for not responding to what Isa had said to him. She didn't mind much. He had been interrupted and caught unaware, so she didn't hold that against him.
She looked down at her book when he noticed it and bit her lip. Sometimes she thought maybe it was just an avoidance mechanism, but she didn't really mind using it for that. However, she did enjoy the book a whole lot more than most books. It was one of her favorites. “Actually,” she told him, her soft French accent coming as though a gentle breeze from her lips, “I might use my books as an avoidance mechanism at times. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but some people do look at me as being rather peculiar... but that doesn't mean I'm not reading because I don't enjoy it. It's one of my most favorite avocations.”
She smiled softly, smoothing her bangs back into her hair. “I really would like to travel the world, but I'm not able to do much of that right now, as things are.” Isa didn't really want to get into things about why she probably never would be able to, but he could just take inference that it was because of school and her age. “So, when I read, it gives me an ingenious pretense for actually going the places where the characters go to in the books I read. I may not actually be able to be there myself, but I can consider myself there, even if it is just pretending.”
She smiled softly, looking down at his guitar and back at him. “Again, I am quite sorry for interrupting your moment of solitude. I did not mean to interfere. I can find another place to read and leave you to your instrument.” ●●●●●●●●● ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ●●●●●●●●● words [/color] ❀ 364tag ❀ Max/Opensong ❀ If You Can Dream
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Post by Max Gale on Jun 19, 2012 14:21:50 GMT -5
"Oh I can understand that..." Max told her honestly. "I'm not a big reader but I am a fan of music as you can tell." He gestured to his guitar, trying to give his slightly crooked smile to make sure that she knew it was ok. He had not been bothered by her and he didn't want to make her feel guilty enough to frown like that. It wasn't her fault he was clumsy and often times ended up messing things up at the best of times.... No... That was his Dad's fault. She just happened to stumble upon him in an area that was isolated but not to isolated.
He listened as she talked about wanting to explore the world, grinning at the dream, it was a great one. "Understood..." He told her "It's a shame you can't explore the world. you would make for a great traveller." Now that he thought about it... He hadn't travelled very much had he? He'd have to actually travel more than the one or two trips that his Dad would take him on when he wasn't busy with his job. He hoped they could manage more... He liked travelling with his Dad even if his Dad had... embarrassing hobbies.
When she said she could leave, he shook his head. "Nah... It's fine..." Max told her "I don't have a big reason for solitude when playing the guitar. It just seems odd to practice where people can hear. I don't mind people hearing me play the guitar, I actually substituted guitar for a band at one point with my friend P.J. Do you have any requests on a song for me to play?" He asked that question to see if she had one and so that way it was less of a practice and more of something he wouldn't mind someone hearing. |
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Post by Isabelle Beaulieu on Jun 20, 2012 12:19:10 GMT -5
If You Can Dream
It's a Tale as Old as Time, There's No Mountain We Can't Climb
❀ Isabelle Beaulieu ❀ There were times that Belle imagined she was out in the great wide somewhere, all by herself. She could imagine trekking through the Sahara or sailing down the Nile, or hiking in the Andes... all by herself... Well, no, she didn't imagine herself doing all this alone. There was that one special person she wished she would find, that one special person who would understand her and who would treat her as his equal... but she would never have that. All she would have was the man she was fettered to by word and bond... and all she would have with him was a house full of his restless brood.
She didn't like being subjugated to being the wife of that oaf, but she had no choice. This was the life her papa had made for her long before she even understood what he was getting her into. And there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for her papa. She trusted him and loved him with everything she had. She couldn't disobey him and make his life horrible by escaping the troth and running off into the sunset with... She couldn't think about anyone else she could run off with. There was no one else. She had made her choice. For Papa, she would stay.
She didn't want his pity, but he really did seem to be understanding when he said he understood. It was a shame she couldn't travel, but she left it at that without dwelling more on why she couldn't. He told her she didn't have to leave and she smiled, walking more into the clearing. “No requests. What was that you were working on before I happened upon you? It sounded really nice.” She smoothed her dress and academy robe down as she sat on a stump beside him. “Continue with what you were doing. Please.”
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Post by Max Gale on Jun 21, 2012 7:43:22 GMT -5
When she asked him what he was working on he shrugged. "I was just playing the songs I liked as practice really..." He told her truthfully. "The last song I was playing was a song by a muggle band called Seether. Gasoline has lyrics that are a bit polite to sing out loud though." Specially if she were going to stay to listen. But playing it acoustically made it almost a different song. Mostly because a song tends to sound a lot less cynical if you don't have an angry voice singing cynical lyrics. Well... That and he wasn't exactly looking to play a song that was very cynical, that influenced his music as well.
So he went back into playing it when she asked him to, his fingers strumming lightly against the strings of the guitar. The calluses on his fingers kept him from really being hurt by the guitar strings. Once he was done with Gasoline, he moved onto Immortality because it was a softer song and more accoustic. Plus... He had always found that song to be beautiful. Also, it was a lonely song that made you feel less alone. Of course, that song was also very cynical sung, which is why he didn't sing it. Besides... He was a little self conscious about singing. Still.... If he were asked, he wouldn't say no.
Once he finished playing it, he paused to think about another one and waited to see if she could think of a suggestion for him. He hoped she would say something... It felt a little embarrassing. |
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