:: Hymn Adopts :: {We have Moved~}

[Pachuri]

I guess the word "Productive sentence" should be added to the dictionary. :3 I can help out around the thread if needed. I have some litter ideas:
Tropical (beach) theme
Weather (The Sun will come out tomorrow)
and Retro.


I hope you can use some of my ideas.

[peter quill]

I guess the word "Productive sentence" should be added to the dictionary. :3 I can help out around the thread if needed. I have some litter ideas:
Tropical (beach) theme
Weather (The Sun will come out tomorrow)
and Retro.


I hope you can use some of my ideas.

You could post this in the fanclub, because it's a bit of spam. (The litter idea, not anything else.)

[Soteria]

Talent Contest!
Hello everyone! Today is the talent competition! I get to take care of the announcements
today and Titania is a little sick.. so she might not feel that well in grading today. So we invited Nocte to
replace Titania for this competition. She has the same interests as Titania, so no need to worry! So for
this contest, it's basically the same as the cat walk, except you are to show off your talents.

Absolutely no God-Playing, if I see anything, I'll talk to some of the mods and ask what they think, if
they think it's okay, I'll keep you in the contest. If we all agree that you are God-Playing, you're eliminated.

Just remember the judges all have different tastes, so just go with the personalities that you made for your Hymn.

Here's an example that Titania did this week before she got the cold!

Titania breathes a bit, focusing her energy to her inner self. Trying not to be
distracted by the rustling of the crowds. She slowly moves her paws in the air,
moving them in a downwards position. Suddenly, she yells in a strong voice,
"Ex-Quip!" and the light blinds everyone from her body. After the light settled
down, she appeared a bit taller and slimmer. Her body now covered in a dress
of swords. She poses a bit, wincing a bit since it's heavy. She flashes some
sword positions from her paws, showing the judges her sword work. Titania
yells, "Ex-Quip!" once again, and is now her old self. She bows to everyone and leaves.

It took me a little longer to type long responses, so this time I'll reply to your score with a sentence<3
Here's the list of Hymns in this Competition!

Hattori
Moth
Anonymous
Mellie
Riel
Esmeralda
Myra
Miki

Kid
Ice Skull
Sekkai
Slism
Blizzard

Post Whenever You Get The Time!
I will eliminate anyone who doesn't post by Monday 3:00 PM PST

[average]

((( Please note that when it goes AaA or EeE that means that is goes
high-low-high and it is a held note. Also, when it is "--" that means that the note is held;
the longer it is, the longer it is held. Italics means that the note is accented.
Please don't steal, it is actually a song that a friend and I wrote and recorded
[i can't upload it though :C]. Thanks. Soteria, if you can't read it, PM me for the normal
version of the lyrics, without dynamics. ;3
BTW, it's more indie/soul/mello type of music.)))


Moth walks slowly on stage, carrying two items with her. She sets down the bar stool and settles herself on it, making sure she is comfortable. Clearing her throat, she says quietly, "This song is about the Invisible Children in Uganda, and I wrote it." Taking a deep breath, she arranged her guitar so that it rested under her arm and began.

""Don't call this life wa--stEeEd
There are so fEew words that tell it like it is---
Yesterday's innocence ooOhh tAakEeEn
Though im jUst a lIttle child, death is on my hands...

And raAain falls so sOftly
Like it's grAce but I don't believe
That these hAands stained with the crIMSOn strIKe could ever be set free---

No one see me, nobody knoWws
I'm invisible
Would you'ja just lIsten here,
the cry of my sOuul
Am I invisible?

Is anyone out there ooh-- on my side?
Can we finally win the fiIght?
No more taken lives...

OoOOoh
Your eyes dance with darkness
but at least now the dead are free-hee
doesn't anybody see the injUstice
Oh will they come for me------

No one see--s me, nobOdy knOhws
I'm invisible
Would you'ja just listen here,
the cry of my sOouul
Am I invisible?

No one ah-sEE me, nobody knOhws
I'm invisible
So would ya just listen here,
The cry of my soOuul

/tiny guitar solo/

Find mee-
Ooh, find me-
Find me---
Ooh, find me...

Won't you
Fi----nd me
Fi--nd me
Won't you
Fi--nd me
Fi---nd me...

No one ah-sEE me, nobody knOhws
I'm invisible
So would ya just listen here,
The cry of my soOuul
Am I invi-si-ble?""


Her voice was not quiet and timid as usual, but clear and captivating, and it was obvious that she was moved by the song as she was singing, her voice ringing throughout the room. As she reached the high notes and soft held ones, her voice showed her feelings about the matter, and her face was so expressioned; with closed eyes and raised eyebrows. This was her true nature, what she felt most comfortable doing. She finished with a long held note, her voice getting quieter and quieter. Then she looked up, and, as if realizing that she had just sung to giant audience, felt her cheeks warm and cleared her throat once more, getting off the stool. She looked back once at the judges and audience, smiled, and left; her guitar and stool in hand.

[Noctilida]

((Haha, cat-creature doing ballet without pointe shoes. (;u;) Or would it be even more absurd with pointe shoes? Anyway, please feel free to skim over the first two paragraphs. I apologize for the length.))

Riel

Riel waited her turn behind the curtains. She had been practicing for her performance for weeks, and the hymn told herself she was prepared. Inside her chest, however, her heart was beating furiously. Was it excitement? Nervousness? Probably some combination of both, she concluded.

When the time came and Riel's name was called, the hymn banished all other thoughts from her mind to concentrate on her movements. She stepped out from behind the curtains and flashed the audience a confident smile as she gracefully made her way onstage. It was a confidence Riel was not entirely sure she felt. She announced what talent she would be demonstrating: dancing. She had been enrolled in a ballet school for several years and was ready to showcase what she had worked so hard to learn, or so she hoped.

As the opening notes of a piano began playing through the speakers, Riel closed her eyes and rose en pointe. She performed simple steps at first. She bent her knees into a plie, then rose up on her hind legs to glide sideways into a glissade. Riel poured all of her attention into her coordination and form and forgot her anxiety. She tried to make every move smooth and graceful, every line of her body a gentle curve. As the music grew more layered and rose in volume, Riel began incorporating more technically challenging moves. The Hymn rose back onto her rear legs and pushed into a pirouette, tail switching for balance. The turning move was executed several times, and the physical exertion was beginning to wear the Hymn down. Nevertheless, she leaned forward and lifted one leg straight up backwards in a hymn version of an arabesque. Her arched back and leg muscles felt as if they were burning, but Riel kept her movements slow and graceful. Finally, as the music reached its peak, Riel leaped into a grand jete, one leg swinging backwards and the other extending outwards to form a perfect split in midair. Her wings trailed behind her to sparkle in the limelight, her arms were held in perfect arcs, and her head and body were turned just so. The music ended just after its peak, and Riel was left standing in her final position, trying not to pant too visibly and hoping that the judges would not notice the shine of sweat in her fur. She bowed, hoping that her feat of physical strength, coordination, and artistry would be enough to impress.

[peter quill]

Esmerelda walks on stage, with a smile to match her. She stands up on her back legs, and her front legs shoot straight in the air. They are straight, just like a cheerleader.
"Ready? Okay!
Fashion Show, Fashion Show, we all are here!
All hymns fight there and near.
Showing their stuff, giving some tricks,
Everyone's watching, takin' their picks!
Who will be the Mrs./Mr. 2011?" Esmerelda yells loud and clear, smiling. She flips front ward and then gets back to her pose. Next, she claps twice.
"Everyone wants to know, and can't wait,
but don't worry the results won't be late!" Esmerelda says. She is flipping a blue and white baton, and throws it in the air. It gives a puff of glitter of to her. Esmerelda grins.
"F-A-S-H-I-O-N | S-H-O-W!" She cheers. She jumps up, gives a 'Yipee' and comes back down elegantly with her butterfly wings. Bowing at the audience, she goes back into the curtains.

[gefpoo7]

Dang! I can never get a custom here because it fills up so fast! X(

[peter quill]

Dang! I can never get a custom here because it fills up so fast! X(

Spam and whining. Don't do it again please.

[micah]

Mellie strode out to center stage, lights flickering on, and inhaled softly. She skipped out, heart skipping a beat, as a gentle song began to play.

♪
Well it's raining and it's pouring
And my old man, well he is snoring

Rainy day stay
♫

She summoned her arms up, and with movements like liquid, drew eyes around the floor. Mellie's feet tapped together, and she swallowed hard, trying to impress them with old Ballet skills.
She twirled, and twirled, and twirled once more on one foot, smile broad.

♫
Well my brother, he builds a puzzle
On the blue rug with lazy bubbles

Rainy day please stay
♪

Mellie continued to swirl and move across the dance floor with repeated grace; her arms moved at the right times, legs complimenting the music. She drooped to the floor, and brought her legs up to form a 'candlestick' before reaching back and gripping her ankles.

♫
Rain rain don't go away
The sun can come back another day

Rainy day please stay
♫

Arms smoothing like a bird's lost wing, Mellie kept at it, dipping her head and bringing her leg up. She looked like a statue, one of a fairy, before she stepped down. Bowing, she nodded at the judges, and waited for the song to end.

♪
Rainy day please stay

Well now I am three thousand miles from
A rainy day with my dearest lovers
♫

[Erythro]

Hey, Soteria, I'd like to forfeit Slism from the Mr. Hymn contest. ^^; I just won't have internet at all tomorrow and I am too tired/lazy to do it tonight. Sorry Soteria, but good luck to all the others<3