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aRogueOne · 03-30-2019, 08:05 AM

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Originally Posted by Optimist.Prime

she wasn’t s a d, no that didn’t really cover it. That word was used far too much to describe f e e l i n g s but it didn’t cover her emotions. It wasn’t like anything could cover what made her feel like this…it was almost like the tap had run dry on her emotions. The roller coaster was coasting to a stop. It was almost numbing and all too real.

don’t show it that was what she was doing – not showing her emotions. Not wearing her big ole heart on her sleeves when that, that was what she normally did. Wear her heart on her sleeves like some kind of naïve little thing…she didn’t want to be naïve. More than anything all she wanted to do was get lost in the music.

Reaching her hands out Beth let her fingertips caress the strings of the guitar she had been given for Christmas…mum and Cordelia had picked it out but she knew, somehow she knew that Quinn had also helped. It was perfect. Looking around the now empty room she picked up the guitar and settled in a little seat before beginning to pluck and strum on it.

Her fingers slowly strummed and plucked at the fret of her capo'd guitar...she could do this. "be not so nervous, be n-not s-so frail" the words tumbled from her mouth as she tried to sing...this song might not have been the right choice but she was trying. She was trying and kept strumming and plucking at her guitar while moving on to humming and singing.

Lost. Numb. Those were the only two feeling that he could process right now because everything else was just so much more insignificant. It was like wandering in a dream when you know nothing can really hurt you because everything wasn't actually happening. It’s not real. So what did it really matter if you don’t eat? The marks on your face? It doesn’t hurt because it’s not real. Nope.

The only thing that was real was his desire to be alone and that was easily achieved. Hood up and backpack slunk over his shoulder, he walked alone through the corridors as if on a conveyor belt, heading straight for his usual hiding place. The only place where he knew he could just let loose and no one could blame him because “Music is art”. Ugh.

His feet carrying him automatically, head down, he ambled towards the room only to be stopped in his tracks by the sound of a voice, delicately floating through the crack of a door. Groggily, he fell to the floor as if a sack of potatoes had been dropped. Hitting it with a thud, he sat at the edge of the door, eyes closed. Hearing but not really listening. Grabbing the neck of his ukulele, he started to strum, his hands easily matching the slow, steady strumming. He really didn’t know if the person inside could hear him and he didn’t really care. They could have the room.

03-30-2019, 08:05 AM	#15 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,573 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Chosen (Knott) Slytherin Sixth Year	Annabeth Quote: Originally Posted by Optimist.Prime she wasn’t s a d, no that didn’t really cover it. That word was used far too much to describe f e e l i n g s but it didn’t cover her emotions. It wasn’t like anything could cover what made her feel like this…it was almost like the tap had run dry on her emotions. The roller coaster was coasting to a stop. It was almost numbing and all too real. don’t show it that was what she was doing – not showing her emotions. Not wearing her big ole heart on her sleeves when that, that was what she normally did. Wear her heart on her sleeves like some kind of naïve little thing…she didn’t want to be naïve. More than anything all she wanted to do was get lost in the music. Reaching her hands out Beth let her fingertips caress the strings of the guitar she had been given for Christmas…mum and Cordelia had picked it out but she knew, somehow she knew that Quinn had also helped. It was perfect. Looking around the now empty room she picked up the guitar and settled in a little seat before beginning to pluck and strum on it. Her fingers slowly strummed and plucked at the fret of her capo'd guitar...she could do this. "be not so nervous, be n-not s-so frail" the words tumbled from her mouth as she tried to sing...this song might not have been the right choice but she was trying. She was trying and kept strumming and plucking at her guitar while moving on to humming and singing. Lost. Numb. Those were the only two feeling that he could process right now because everything else was just so much more insignificant. It was like wandering in a dream when you know nothing can really hurt you because everything wasn't actually happening. It’s not real. So what did it really matter if you don’t eat? The marks on your face? It doesn’t hurt because it’s not real. Nope. The only thing that was real was his desire to be alone and that was easily achieved. Hood up and backpack slunk over his shoulder, he walked alone through the corridors as if on a conveyor belt, heading straight for his usual hiding place. The only place where he knew he could just let loose and no one could blame him because “Music is art”. Ugh. His feet carrying him automatically, head down, he ambled towards the room only to be stopped in his tracks by the sound of a voice, delicately floating through the crack of a door. Groggily, he fell to the floor as if a sack of potatoes had been dropped. Hitting it with a thud, he sat at the edge of the door, eyes closed. Hearing but not really listening. Grabbing the neck of his ukulele, he started to strum, his hands easily matching the slow, steady strumming. He really didn’t know if the person inside could hear him and he didn’t really care. They could have the room.