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[starry--knight]

Awe! Thanks

[. Delirium .]

A song is sung
A rhyme is rung
A note is held
A virbation is felt
A word is heard
Love is something spoke
Around the world

She stared at me as if I were speaking-excuse me-signing in another language. She wasn't older than me, yet she was the teacher's 'helper'. Ms. Insertlongilliteratenamehere technically taught the Beginning Sign Language class at 5:30 every morning, but this girl was always up at the chalkboard, helping the professor. The helper never talked, probably to help teach the class to sign. Apparently, many deaf people can't talk either. The instructor rarely spoke, encouraging us to try and figure out the guestures. I tried again, and she looked at the teacher for help. The teacher didn't know either. The audatorium erupted in laughter, mostly just glad it wasn't them standing by the chalkboard.

I hung my head low, ears down, and took my seat again. I spent the rest of the class drawing on my sign book. I didn't need to look up at her, I already knew what she looked like. She was burned into my brain, stuffed into my dreams, nightmares. She resided in my mind ever since I seen her. I knew I wanted to ask her out, but she wouldn;t talk to me. She just smiled and walked away. Crack! my pencil broke in two and the whole class turned to stare at me, except her. She kept drawing signing hands on the chalk board.

I waited until the whole class had left to approach her. I had to get an answer. The instructor left for the faculty lounge, and I seized the oppurtunity. "Excuse me," she looked up as I aproached and smiled. "I-I was hoping to ask you something, and I've tried before, but you never gave me an answer." she stared at me with a confused expression. "I want to know why you keep ignoring me. I've been watching you, for a long time, and I know that sounds creepy, but don't think of it like that. I've watched you, you always sit alone for breakfast, lunch, and the only reason I joined this class was to see you. You never talk to anyone, you never leave your dorm at night except to go for a walk into the campus greenhouse. I don't get it, are you seeing someone? Do you just not want to talk to me?"

She smiled at me and shrugged apologetically, walking out of the aud.

I caught up with her at lunch, and thumped a sign book down on the table as I sat down across from her. I flipped it open. "Okay, if you don't want to talk, then let's try this." I signed what I thought to be 'Hi, I know you.' I must've messed up somewhere along the line because she laughed silently, and her hands moved in fluid movement I couldn't quite catch. I tried to read her lips, but had no such luck. I slipped a notepad towards her. She shoved it back, looking at me. I wrote 'Hi.'
She wrote back, 'Hi.'
Gulping, I scratched out 'Why do you ignore me?'
She stared at it for a minute. 'I do not understand.'
'I always try to talk to you, you just smile and walk away.'
She bit her lip. 'I do not understand you then. You speak a different language.'
I gripped the the table. 'What do you mean? How can we speak different languages?'
'You speak English. I speak silence.'
'What?!'
She traced three words. 'I am mute.'
I crumpled the paper and stormed off to my dorm.

(continue? i dont know...it isn't very good. I'm having an off day....)

[Shine]

Tawna(F)----------------Sonny (M)

Their children will be STRAWBORANGES x3[
They both are fruit-dogs, so they make a good couple :3

[Selcouth]

@GigglePie: Are you happy that I made you start rhyming things, now~? :D You are great at this! Seriously. I love your poetry.

:ONE: :MORE: :TIME:
{collectively [♂]}

x-x-x

The bass was enough to melt your eardrums and shake your heart straight out of your chest. The pounding beat soaked itself into your bones, pulsing and pulling at your core- Comparatively calmer were the sounds of harmonious digital noises, beeps and pings and sounds that simply don't have words in this or any other known language. Some made your ears ring, others soothed the wounds, but it all was kept tight and in tempo to the luring bass.
Under you the floor shook, pealed away its tiles under the booted feet of teenage dancers. The walls bowed outwards and then back, the roof creaked as it almost- but not quite- pulled apart its metal hinges to create its own skylight.

It was mad. It was magnificent.

It was the very first concert you'd ever attended, and you wanted more.

x-x-x

The world of Coloris is unique for several reasons; but the main one, on more than just a geographical or superficial scale, was its synesthesia.
Coloris is the only world with a neurological condition woven into its fabric of reality. In practical terms, this means that every sound, every voice, every note ever played can and does cause a reaction far greater than it would on Earth. Music is particularly potent, perhaps to the point of shaking reality asunder.

Music in Coloris is its own kind of magic, not to say that there aren't still mages- but the true sorcerers, the true geniuses and masters of the world in all its ways, are the conductors. Masters of music and the shakers of the world, these people are far and few between; because while its easy to whistle fire into existence or even unearth a tree with a guitar riff, it takes a born genius to conduct a symphony powerful enough to bring down the stars. It's not just the music that changes the world, it's the person behind it who matters, as well.

Ever since the first human to bang rocks together in a simple two-beat fashion- and was subsequently blown apart because of it- mankind has been mastering the art of making music.

You're planning to shake everything they know, though.

And you'll do it, too. And not even Gods will see it coming.

x-x-x

I am a shameless Daft Punk fan and I REGRET NOTHING~! :D
I could not live without electronic music, I swear. I think I'm addicted. It's probably not good.
Though I balance it with classical, so...?

[artemis5001]

(continue? i dont know...it isn't very good. I'm having an off day....)

Whee! Defo continue. I'm enjoying it ^^

[. Delirium .]

Continued by request of artemis5001 :3

A song is sung
A rhyme is rung
A note is held
A virbation is felt
A word is heard
Love is something spoke
Around the world

She stared at me as if I were speaking-excuse me-signing in another language. She wasn't older than me, yet she was the teacher's 'helper'. Ms. Insertlongilliteratenamehere technically taught the Beginning Sign Language class at 5:30 every morning, but this girl was always up at the chalkboard, helping the professor. The helper never talked, probably to help teach the class to sign. Apparently, many deaf people can't talk either. The instructor rarely spoke, encouraging us to try and figure out the guestures. I tried again, and she looked at the teacher for help. The teacher didn't know either. The audatorium erupted in laughter, mostly just glad it wasn't them standing by the chalkboard.

I hung my head low, ears down, and took my seat again. I spent the rest of the class drawing on my sign book. I didn't need to look up at her, I already knew what she looked like. She was burned into my brain, stuffed into my dreams, nightmares. She resided in my mind ever since I seen her. I knew I wanted to ask her out, but she wouldn;t talk to me. She just smiled and walked away. Crack! my pencil broke in two and the whole class turned to stare at me, except her. She kept drawing signing hands on the chalk board.

I waited until the whole class had left to approach her. I had to get an answer. The instructor left for the faculty lounge, and I seized the oppurtunity. "Excuse me," she looked up as I aproached and smiled. "I-I was hoping to ask you something, and I've tried before, but you never gave me an answer." she stared at me with a confused expression. "I want to know why you keep ignoring me. I've been watching you, for a long time, and I know that sounds creepy, but don't think of it like that. I've watched you, you always sit alone for breakfast, lunch, and the only reason I joined this class was to see you. You never talk to anyone, you never leave your dorm at night except to go for a walk into the campus greenhouse. I don't get it, are you seeing someone? Do you just not want to talk to me?"

She smiled at me and shrugged apologetically, walking out of the aud.

I caught up with her at lunch, and thumped a sign book down on the table as I sat down across from her. I flipped it open. "Okay, if you don't want to talk, then let's try this." I signed what I thought to be 'Hi, I know you.' I must've messed up somewhere along the line because she laughed silently, and her hands moved in fluid movement I couldn't quite catch. I tried to read her lips, but had no such luck. I slipped a notepad towards her. She shoved it back, looking at me. I wrote 'Hi.'
She wrote back, 'Hi.'
Gulping, I scratched out 'Why do you ignore me?'
She stared at it for a minute. 'I do not understand.'
'I always try to talk to you, you just smile and walk away.'
She bit her lip. 'I do not understand you then. You speak a different language.'
I gripped the the table. 'What do you mean? How can we speak different languages?'
'You speak English. I speak silence.'
'What?!'
She traced three words. 'I am mute.'
I crumpled the paper and stormed off to my dorm.

(continue? i dont know...it isn't very good. I'm having an off day....)

I flopped down on my bed as I had finished packing my suitcase. It was all because of her. Mute! I couldn't believe it! The only girl I had ever likes, and she's mute! I took a deep breath and let it out. At least I can go home and just forget about everything. Home. I heard someone groan, realising it was me. My father would kill me if he knew I dropped out. Maybe my mom would be more understanding. I left the dorm unlocked, and headed to the campus main office. I passed by the music room and caught a glimpse of her.

There she sat, all alone on the stage, tenderly plucking the strings of a harp. Her eyes were scanning a sheet of music on the stand next to the harp. In front of her, a conductor was tapping their foot, and slowly waving a wand back and forth in a 'figure 8'. She watched the conductor out of the corner of her eye, as she kept playing, the song floating through my memory as Pachelbel Canon. But how was she playing? She was a mute! She couldn't hear or speak! Impossible! I dropped my bags and ran into the auditorium, standing in the back.

I watched as she stroked the strings, almost as if it were second nature. When I took a closer look, I realised she was tapping her foot lightly, to keep the beat. The audience applauded as she took a bow. She stopped when she saw me, and smiled. I smiled back. Maybe she wasn't that different from me.

[artemis5001]

Continued by request of artemis5001 :3

Love it! I'm leaving work and going to dance. Hope to read more when I get in this evening

[. Delirium .]

Continued by request of artemis5001 :3

Love it! I'm leaving work and going to dance. Hope to read more when I get in this evening

Goodluck and thanks I got lazy lol

[artemis5001]

Continued by request of artemis5001 :3

Love it! I'm leaving work and going to dance. Hope to read more when I get in this evening

Goodluck and thanks I got lazy lol

Where's the next episode o.O Laziness is unacceptable

[nostalgiatech]

@GigglePie: Are you happy that I made you start rhyming things, now~? You are great at this! Seriously. I love your poetry.

:ONE: :MORE: :TIME:
{collectively [♂]}

x-x-x

The bass was enough to melt your eardrums and shake your heart straight out of your chest. The pounding beat soaked itself into your bones, pulsing and pulling at your core- Comparatively calmer were the sounds of harmonious digital noises, beeps and pings and sounds that simply don't have words in this or any other known language. Some made your ears ring, others soothed the wounds, but it all was kept tight and in tempo to the luring bass.
Under you the floor shook, pealed away its tiles under the booted feet of teenage dancers. The walls bowed outwards and then back, the roof creaked as it almost- but not quite- pulled apart its metal hinges to create its own skylight.

It was mad. It was magnificent.

It was the very first concert you'd ever attended, and you wanted more.

x-x-x

The world of Coloris is unique for several reasons; but the main one, on more than just a geographical or superficial scale, was its synesthesia.
Coloris is the only world with a neurological condition woven into its fabric of reality. In practical terms, this means that every sound, every voice, every note ever played can and does cause a reaction far greater than it would on Earth. Music is particularly potent, perhaps to the point of shaking reality asunder.

Music in Coloris is its own kind of magic, not to say that there aren't still mages- but the true sorcerers, the true geniuses and masters of the world in all its ways, are the conductors. Masters of music and the shakers of the world, these people are far and few between; because while its easy to whistle fire into existence or even unearth a tree with a guitar riff, it takes a born genius to conduct a symphony powerful enough to bring down the stars. It's not just the music that changes the world, it's the person behind it who matters, as well.

Ever since the first human to bang rocks together in a simple two-beat fashion- and was subsequently blown apart because of it- mankind has been mastering the art of making music.

You're planning to shake everything they know, though.

And you'll do it, too. And not even Gods will see it coming.

x-x-x

I am a shameless Daft Punk fan and I REGRET NOTHING~!
I could not live without electronic music, I swear. I think I'm addicted. It's probably not good.
Though I balance it with classical, so...?

I love it! *goes off to listen to some music*