Raine Abney
Year 12
I really don't care what you think about me.
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Post by Raine Abney on Aug 9, 2009 0:54:01 GMT
Raine came out with her guitar and sat near some flowers. She was out of the walk way. That was the only thing she could do at the moment. She didn't want to be inside, so she came out. She just hoped it didn't rain. The sky was cloudy again. Raine would not only kill her guitar but also her sheet music.
She put a few rocks on her sheet music to stop it from blowing away. Looking down she started to play the notes on the page. She didn't have words for it but she would in time. She wanted it to be a slower song, one someone could dance to, maybe cry. It was her dream to have a CD with her music.
She took out the pencil from behind her ear and scribbled a few notes down on the page. The song was almost done, note wise.
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Post by Ryant Anderson on Aug 10, 2009 0:04:40 GMT
It had looked like rain before Ryant had left his dorm, so he grabbed an umbrella before heading outside. The clouds were gathering powerfully above the school buildings and he wondered, quietly, if he would ever become accustomed to England’s weather. He was more than accustomed to the Burberry store his parents had taken him to in London and his outfit today showed that, especially his extremely expensive scarf and grey checked umbrella. He tended to treasure things that were more costly and had name brands attached to them and somehow wearing them made him feel more at ease. At least now if he didn’t make friends with the people he met, it would seem more like he was being an arrogant snot as compared to a scared little boy. As he strode across campus looking for something, anything to do, the rain drips began to drizzle and he pushed the button on his large umbrella just in time to stop the rain from hitting his hair. Oh, had it hit his hair that he had worked so hard on he would have been devastated.
Just as he popped his umbrella up, he saw something much more worth protecting. A girl sat on the ground cradling a guitar and what seemed to be precious papers that were fighting against the stirring wind. A valiant knight performing a selfless action, he ran a few steps to where the girl sat just as a curtain of rain progressed across the outside space. Sacrificing his perfect hair, he positioned the umbrella over the girl to prevent most of the raindrops from falling onto her, her guitar, and her rock protected work. It would have been a greater shame to see all of her work lost than to see his short hair fall flat. Awkwardly, he struggled for conversation so that she wouldn’t give him a go-to-hell look. “Some weather we’re having, isn’t it?” The boy smiled, tiny dimples in both cheeks popping out as he did so. A few raindrops slid over his forehead and off of his nose.
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Raine Abney
Year 12
I really don't care what you think about me.
Posts: 101
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Post by Raine Abney on Aug 10, 2009 2:53:07 GMT
Raine was lost in her music when the first of the rain drops started to fall. She had felt the first on on her nose. Quickly she started to gather her stuff. The rain was starting to come down harder and faster. She was going to lose her music if she didn't get it out of the rain.
The rain stopped above her, someone had a umbrella over her. She looked up to see a young man, nicely drees, hair done neatly. She smiled up at her savior. He was now getting wet but he didn't seem to mind. She stood to where her was up closer to his face.
"The weather here is insane," she laughed. She pulled him under the umbrella too. Her sheet music and guitar in one hand. The sheet music wrapped around the neck of the guitar. She didn't want him to suffer to badly in the rain, she didn't like it much. "Thanks for coming over with the umbrella. I'm Raine," she smiled.
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Post by Ryant Anderson on Aug 10, 2009 4:55:48 GMT
Irony. His first thought almost erupted out of his mouth. It was just the way the world worked that he would meet a girl named Raine while standing in the pouring rain. Luckily his wool peat coat was enough to protect him from most of the drops before the girl pulled him beneath it. Most men would have been embarrassed to be standing so close to an attractive, confident girl like Raine, but Ryant didn’t seem to be too surprised or standoffish in the least. “Nice to meet you Raine. I’ll avoid making lame jokes about the weather and your name because I’m sure you’ve heard it before. I’m Ryant, but everyone calls me Ry. And you’re most welcome.”
Ryant began walking over to an overhang outside of one of the buildings. It was a nice size and would be enough to protect the both of them from the rain until the shower stopped. To be perfectly honest, Ry loved the rain and the sound of the drops hitting the ground. He even enjoyed the distinct smell left over from when the rain soaked the heated asphalt and cement and the world around them got steamy. He just didn’t like it when the water smashed the point in the front of his hair flat. When they arrived at the overhang, he collapsed the umbrella and leaned it against the wall after shaking some of the rain off of it. Turning to his new less-than-soaked companion, he glanced curiously toward her hand. “What were you working on, if you don’t mind me asking?” [/blockquote]
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Raine Abney
Year 12
I really don't care what you think about me.
Posts: 101
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Post by Raine Abney on Aug 11, 2009 2:06:09 GMT
She smiled at him. Yes she had heard the joke before but she didn't mind them. It was irony that her name was Raine and that it was raining. It was one of the few thing she enjoyed about her name, most of the time. When she was working on something she hated it when it would rain. It would end in tragedy most of the time.
She followed him under the safety of the building. They were still outside but at least they weren't getting rained on. She looked her new drenched friend. "Well Ryant is a nice name," she said and put her guitar down along with her sheet music. "Oh that is just a song I'm trying to write. Nothing big but I want it used in one of the productions here, if possible." It was duet for someone but she didn't know if it would ever be used. She wanted it used so badly that it nearly hurt. "I would love to see people singing my music."
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Post by Ryant Anderson on Aug 18, 2009 1:32:34 GMT
“Thank you for the compliment.” Ryant looked a little bashful as he brushed some of the rain out of his waterlogged hair. When she mentioned the fact that Somnium Academy did, in fact, do productions on campus he felt his heart start beating faster. Productions? Just like other high schools? Just like he loved to participate in? Ryant wanted to flood the girl with questions but he calmed his nerves with a deep breath because she had begun talking about something that obviously incited passion within her soul. Ry waited until the girl was finished with a soft, understanding look on his face. “That’s quite a coincidence. I love singing other people’s music! Maybe when it comes time for the next production to be brought to stage, we can work together?” Leaning against the brick wall behind him with his hands behind his back, he tried not to look too excited. “What is your song about?” [/blockquote]
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Raine Abney
Year 12
I really don't care what you think about me.
Posts: 101
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Post by Raine Abney on Sept 2, 2009 23:29:31 GMT
Raine smiled at Ryant. He blushed a little, most men didn't. He was in touch wit his feminine side a little bit. She found that a good thing. When he started talking about how he loved to sing other people's music she smiled wider. She anted to jump up and hug him but figured that would be a bit much. She barely new him anyway.
She reached for her sheet music. "It is about losing a friend," she answered. "Well telling a loved one good bye." She looked at him and shrugged. "I mean I guess not all people have to tell a loved one goodbye for good. And I'm not talking about them being dead. No you change and you can't love them anymore but they love you."
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