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Post by rosslynn on Oct 17, 2011 16:35:21 GMT -5
The keys of the piano played softly through the echoing silence of the Music Studio. Most of the students had gone to lunch by then, but not Rosslynn Newlanders. She wasn't exactly hungry, so she snuck away into the music studio to practice her piano and singing. Her fingers, which she had trained from a young age, caressed the keys of it lightly with her fingertips. As if it was a fragile glass that would break with just the heaviest of touch. Smiling, she closed her eyes and began to play a song she had learned since she was a wee lass. “Don oíche úd i mBeithil, beidh tagairt ar ghréin go brách, Don oíche úd i mBeithil go dtáinig an Bhréithir slán; Tá gríosghrua ar spéarthaibh 's an talamh 'na chlúdach bán; Féach Íosagán sa chléibhín, 's an Mhaighdean 'Á dhiúl le grá.” she sang slowly, pausing a moment to play a break in the lyrics.
Humming along to the song, she made sure to hit all the keys correctly, but thanks to her talent in music, it was no hard task. She opened her mouth again and sang out the last part of the song. “Ar leacain lom an tsléibhe go nglacann na haoirí scóth. Nuair in oscailt ghil na spéire tá teachtaire Dé ar fáil; Céad glóire anois don Athair i bhFlaitheasaibh thuas go hard! Is feasta fós ar talamh d'fhearaibh dea-mhéin' siocháin!” She finished the song and sighed happily. Smiling, she knew it was a song she shouldn't be happy about. For it had the saddest memories with it. However, Ross didn't care. Her heart sang out to it as much as did with any other song.
tag: Artemis
words: 281
notes: <333333 it's short...I sorry |
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Post by artemis adrian monroe on Oct 17, 2011 17:02:46 GMT -5
Ugh, Artemis did not want to be here. That much was painfully obvious. The boy had stayed up all night working on a project for art because it had to be perfect. All of Artemis' paintings had to be perfect, which always meant a lot of wasted time laying out the drafts and finding the write colors. He had a very specific steps he had to follow, as well. First there was a rough sketch and he had a gorgeously ratty old sketch book for things just like that. Then was a second draft. A drawing in a neater book with better binding. There he cleaned up lines, added color with pencils, and defined shadows. Satisfied with that, he would redo it all onto a grand canvas with paints usually. If he was feeling especially edgy, he would work with oil colors, but he didn't like those too much. But because he had spent so much time on that project, he was falling behind on the new one. Which meant no lunch for him!
Artemis huffed a frustrated breath and the heels of his boots clacked angrily against the tile of the hallway as he made his way to the art room. Or at least attempted to make his way there. As he passed the music studio, something positively... stunning caught his attention and his worries were momentarily forgotten. He paused outside the doors before curious grabbed a hold of his conscience mind and he peeked into the room. The music was... beautiful to say the least. He didn't have a clue as to what she was singing or what it meant but that didn't make it sound worse. Being polite, Artemis waited for the song to finish before speaking up, and though his light voice held admiration and awe for the talent this girl so obviously possessed, his question was rather blunt: "What the hell was that?" Honestly, he meant no offense with it.
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notes: short posts are perfectly okay lol ♥
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Post by rosslynn on Oct 17, 2011 18:11:42 GMT -5
Rosslynn hummed slightly until she was interrupted by a voice saying 'What the hell was that?' Turning around a little, she blushed. She looked at the person and smiled slightly. “It was....be playing the piano and singing....It's a...Celtic song.” she said softly. Her cheeks were a deep red color, it was obvious she was embarrassed to have been caught at a time like this. But as she scanned over the person slightly, she became...confused. It was obvious that the person was a woman. Or maybe, perhaps...a guy that looked like a woman? Oh, Ross didn't know. However, she looked back at the piano slightly then to the person standing in the doorway. “You can...you know...come in if you wish.” she said.
Now, Ross wasn't unfriendly. She was just quiet and shy. So, it was obvious how her kindness shown through her timid demeanor. She was gently about her ways. And that is what most people loved about her. Which, it didn't matter to her whether or not people liked her. All right, maybe it effected her just a little bit. But, she always knew that she, herself, was a good person. If people didn't like that about her, oh well. Rosslynn's eyes went to glance at the person who had made his/herself known. “I'm...Rosslynn. Rosslynn Newlanders. People call me Ross though...” she said, blushing a bit again.
She turned on the piano bench to sit facing the newcomer politely. She crossed her legs a little and tilted her head, placing her hands on her knees slowly. She had never seen this person before and wondered if it was just because she had recently just started attending there.
tag: Artemis
words: 277
notes: I'm glad <3333 |
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Post by artemis adrian monroe on Oct 18, 2011 15:41:32 GMT -5
Artemis wasn't sure if the girl was naturally like this or if his less than polite comment toward her music had offended her. Artemis hadn't meant anything by his blunt question. He did his best to make this known with a small smile and a hint of fascination in his voice. "Celtic?" Now, Artemis wasn't exactly the most intelligent boy on the face of the planet. That much was certain. Anything outside of the arts and science, he was the worst person to ask anything. So it wasn't a surprise when Artemis could think about which country that language came from. Let's see... German is Germany... English was England... Spanish was Spain.. Irish was Ireland... Celtic was... Celticland? Wait, was Celtic another name of Irish? Celtic... kilts... Ireland... Ugh, Artemis couldn't make any sense of it and that made his friendly smile turn sheepish. "Okay, stupid question... Celtic is from... What country?" Artemis bit his bottom lip and hoped she wouldn't think he was completely stupid. He wasn't; he just wasn't that great with geography.
Quickly, wanting to push the stupid question behind him, he moved on. "Well, whatever. It all sounded beautiful even if I didn't know what you were saying." Without a second thought, Artemis was entering the room and moving closer to the other girl. He had never played the piano but he had always wanted to learn. Artemis couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at her talent, but at least he had talent in his own area, as well. While music was her forte, painting was his.
"I'm Artemis Monroe. But most people just call me... Well, Artemis," he couldn't help a little grin before adding, "Haven't seen you around much. Have you been hiding or are you a first year?"
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Post by rosslynn on Oct 22, 2011 2:19:13 GMT -5
Ross nodded gently as the newcomer spoke in a questioning tone. “Depends really...I'm from Scotland...but they can be from Ireland and Manx as well.” she said gently. Though, she blushed when the person said that it sounded beautiful. “T-Thank you. That was sweet of you to say...” Ross smiled happily, liking that a complete stranger would tell her that it sounded beautiful. Looking over at the person. Who introduced themselves as Artemis. Smiling, she held her hand out to shake his...hers...hand happily. “Nice to meet you.” she said, her tone happy yet quiet.
She looked back over to the piano and nodded slightly. “Er...both. I have been hiding and I am a first year. I've noticed you around. You are really pretty and I am always envious on how you get your hair to work just right.” she said. Ross wasn't one to try to lie. She always attempted to tell the truth. And this was the truth. The Scottish girl was envious of the blonde's beautiful golden locks of hair. It just wasn't fair that she had so much trouble with hers.
Rosslynn looked back at her sheet music that she had. All the notes were complex, but they seems like simple songs to play once a person listened to it. She slowly started to move her fingertips against the piano keys slowly, preoccupying herself while she talked to Artemis. “So what do you do? I'm a music student here.” she said gently, staring at her music sheets gently. The tune she played was Clair de Lune which was a classic. It was just usual for the first year musician to play either her guitar or piano to keep herself calm when she wasn't.
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notes: <333 |
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Post by artemis adrian monroe on Oct 23, 2011 10:49:18 GMT -5
Where the hell was Manx? Well, Artemis' stupid quota was filled for the day so he wasn't even going to bother with that question. How did he even pass geography? He wasn't sure at this rate but it didn't matter at the moment. At least he had guessed Ireland. Well, sort of. It had popped up in his mind at least.
Ross. Wasn't that a boy's name? Well, weren't skirts girl's clothes? Whatever floated her little boat. Who was Artemis to drill a whole in the bottom? If she wanted to be called Ross, Artemis had no objections. It was cute. "Is it sweet of me to say if it's the truth? I wish I could play something that lovely," his voice trailed off for a moment before he added, "Do you compose music too?" That was a big difference between music and art. Songs were easy to learn and to mimic but art almost always had a flair that was different between each person. Yes, you could copy an idea but it would never be exactly like the original. There are subtle styles everyone has and it shows in their paints or their oils or their ink.
"Thank you! It takes me forever to get it like this." Ross' compliment just made Artemis grin. No one has really commented on his hair before and with the kind of day he was having, he needed something to brighten it up. "But why have you been hiding?" Artemis was a very social butterfly. He couldn't live without interaction with other people and the thought of hiding from it all just seemed absurd to him. Though... This girl did seem kind of shy. It was cute, really. Maybe he could help her break out of that shell if that was the reason. Maybe she just didn't like people?
His light blue gaze drifted to the sheet music; it might as well have been a different language to him because he couldn't understand anything about it. He vaguely wondered how she could even read it but then he figured that it probably was a different language in a way. Did people feel that way with artistic terms? He doubted it. "Me? Oh, this is my second year in art." That reminded him... he had a project he should get started on.
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notes: sorry it's a little blah
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Post by rosslynn on Oct 26, 2011 15:13:20 GMT -5
Ross looked at Artemis and gave a gentle smile. “You do play music, just in a different way. Artists draw to express how they feel while musicians make melodies. It's interesting to think about.” she said, continuing to play Clair de Lune gently. She looked over at him and nodded. “Sometimes....not always.” was her reply. Her eyes gazed at the sheet music a little and realized how easy it was to play the music. The piece was something she actually played often, so of course it was easy. Maybe she should try something she never played before and challenge herself while she spoke to Artemis? Smiling a little she stopped and went to look in the bag beside her for something more difficult and something she never heard of before.
What should she try? Maybe Requiem for a Dream? Yeah that one is one she never played before. Ross got the sheet music and placed it before her on the piano and gently she felt the keys until she found the right ones. At first she did miss a few notes, but soon it was as if something took over and the melody just came to her. Glancing over at Artemis, she smiled. “It may have taken forever but it looks wonderful. And I'm just not that much of a people person. I would rather have my company with a piano or a guitar.” she spoke softly. Ross stopped playing for a moment because she felt off about something with the melody and realized what happened. She was playing in the wrong key. Frowning a bit, she found the right place and began to play. The song was simple after a bit of playing it.
“I can't draw or paint. You are lucky. My hands only cooperate with me when I play a piano or my guitar.”
tag: Artemis words: 307...teehee thats my address xD notes: SO SORRY THAT IT IS SUCH A LATE RESPONSE! Oh and There is the song |
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Post by artemis adrian monroe on Nov 7, 2011 17:48:34 GMT -5
Artemis was starting to like the way Ross looked at life. No, he didn't make music but, in a way, he did. Just a different form of it. It was a big leap to make but Artemis was willing to believe it. His paintbrush made just as much music on a canvas as fingers do on the piano. This made him smile. Had had always held interest in playing an instrument; however, his mother never had the money to pay for lessons. The only way he could express himself was through art. It was what he knew best and was more comfortable with. It made everything okay. "I suppose you're right. It's an odd way to think about it, though."
Artemis glanced around in search of a chair. If he could sit, he could work on his art while she worked on her music, and they could still converse. When he found one, he made his way over to it and set his bag on the floor. Throwing himself unceremoniously into the seat, he pulled his sketch book in to his lap and looked over at the other. Still, a small smile rang in his features and his eyes were bright with a creative sparkle of life. Though, as she continued that little smile faltered. He hadn't thought about the idea that he might be a distraction to her. If she preferred the piano as company, he would leave. "If you'd rather have me leave, I can go. I don't mean to be of any bother," the suggestion was soft. He didn't want to leave now that he had found some company and a comfortable chair to work in. Not to mention the gentle music she was providing him. The piano had the most unique way of influencing his muse toward the more sombre but beautiful artwork. "I'd understand. When I'm working on a master piece, I wouldn't want someone bothering me."
At her last comment, he shook his head and just chuckled to himself. "I'm not as lucky as you think, dear. We were both graced with a talent people envy."
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notes: sooooo late D:
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Post by rosslynn on Nov 8, 2011 14:22:07 GMT -5
Ross continued to play the piano with a skill that she had had for years. Smiling as Artemis spoke, she nodded a little and looked over at what he was doing. They were both artists, just different terms of it. It looked like the other person was about to work on a painting or drawing. Ross had no issue with that. However, Artemis spoke and she stopped playing for a moment. Her smile faltered a little, and she sighed. “That's.....if you want to. I don't want you to leave...It's nice to have company. And you are not a bother...” she spoke softly. Smiling a little, she went back to playing her piano. One thing the young musician enjoyed the most is to entertain a fellow student in order to calm them if they are upset. Or if they need to work on a project, she would be there to play music to help them think. It was also her way of releasing emotions if she needs it.
She chuckled a little and nodded, agreeing with what Artemis said. “I agree with you there, Artemis.” Ross said, thinking on more songs to play. Beginning on a new melody she knew quite well, her fingers began to play the piano once more. At least she was practicing while she spoke. She heard around the school that there was going to be a little talent show to show off the skills of the musicians. Of course, there were dancers and actors. Like Conan Albright, he also enjoyed singing songs. But he was an actor. She blinked and looked over at Artemis slightly. “What are you painting?” she asked gently, wanting to know curiously. Painters also showed off their skill as well at the talent show. Or at least that's what she heard.
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Post by artemis adrian monroe on Dec 16, 2011 16:00:45 GMT -5
Artemis was pleased to hear that he didn’t have to leave. The more lazy side of his was already settled in the chair and he did oh, so hate being alone a lot of the time. He was content with just working here in the little chair as Ross played her piano. He settled back in his seat and crossed one leg over the other so his sketch book leaned against his crossed leg. The blonde opened up to a new page and smoothed his hand over the flawless paper. “I think I’ll stay then,” his voice was a soft hum and he pulled a pencil from his bag.
He quietly listened to Ross play as he began to start his project. He had a complicated process that made everything so much harder than it had to be. He started with a beginning drawing. Usually a small doodle. He continued this until he made something he found sufficient enough and then he refined it. He added color, and then he was ready to actually put it on a canvas to paint. Each step required a new piece of paper. By the end of the process, he could create that work of art in his sleep.
He was only on the first step at the moment. Gently, the tip of his pencil made little lines on the paper until he made them bloom in to a gorgeous flower. He only glanced up when Ross’ question managed to penetrate the music and his thoughts. “I’m not painting anything at the moment,” his tone was a little matter-of-fact even though he didn’t mean it to be, “I’m trying to figure out what I want by doodling. Nothing special.” He didn’t know where he wanted to go with this bit of work quite yet.
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notes: soooooooooo late
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Post by rosslynn on Dec 17, 2011 15:54:14 GMT -5
Rosslynn smiled as he told her he would stay. She was happy to have the company. She continued to play the melody until it finally ended. Then, without thinking, she started playing a song she knew as well. It was from the Broadway musical Phantom of the Opera. Smiling as she played, her voice softly rang out. “Think of me~ Think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye~” she sang softly, forgetting that Artemis was there for a split second. However, she turned her head to look at him and watched him start sketching.
It was interesting, really. How she had changed. Especially after she met Connor. Who was always on her mind. Shaking her head a little, she looked over at Artemis as he spoke. He spoke matter-of-factly and she didn't let him see her wince away slightly. She looked away and back to the keys quickly. “O-Oh, ok. I'm sorry I mixed that up...Erm..” she said, feeling slightly nervous. Her fingers went back to playing with the keys. The song she was playing earlier was long over and she began playing the piano version of the song All I Ask Of You from the same play.
Her heart pounded softly as she worried if her words had upset him. She didn't want that, not one bit. So, she felt as if it was best to stay quiet. But she had more questions to ask. Definitely more questions. Looking at him again, she cleared her throat. “Do you have....a favorite artist? Like...Michelangelo or Leonardo Da Vinci....I think he was an artist....I may have forgotten....” she said gently to the man, her fingers softly continuing the melody without looking at the keys.
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Post by artemis adrian monroe on Dec 20, 2011 13:55:05 GMT -5
“He was more of an inventor. A scientist, I think.” Artemis spoke softly as Ross decided to bring up long dead artists, Leonardo Di Vinci being one of them. Yes, he painted the Mona Lisa, but he also did so many other things outside of the category of art. Artemis wasn’t exactly sure who his favorite one was and at the moment he was distracted by Di Vinci. “Did you know he took bodies from a morgue and dissected them? He has a lot of anatomical drawings of it,” Artemis remembered when he had to draw a replica of one of those anatomical drawings in high school. There was one of a man turned to the side with defined muscles and another of a womb with a baby still curled up in side. There were a lot of other ones, too, but he remembered those the most. “He was hundreds of years ahead of his era just by doing those dissections.”
With that out of his mind, he could finally focus on which artist he favored. There were so many to choose from, it took him a moment to figure it out. He was more in to surrealism than anything. Or at least art that didn’t make much sense even though he’s not exactly best at it. Older art wasn’t his favorite, either. He was definitely a more modern kind of guy. “As for my favorite, I’d have to say…” there was really only one artist he could think of now, “Michael Godard. He has a lot of interesting pieces.”
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Post by rosslynn on Dec 30, 2011 16:33:54 GMT -5
Rosslynn continued to play simple melodies she had learned from years of practice as Artemis spoke. It was true that Leonardo Di Vinci was an inventor, but she still seen him as an artist. She guessed it was just a normal thing to have an opinion over something. Shaking her head slightly, she looked over to Artemis and smiled a little. Though that smile turned into a slightly disgusted grimace as he mentioned how Di Vinci dissected people and drew images of them. Again, all the more reason to think of him as an artist. She was still curious as to who was his favorite artist.
She finished another song and thought of another to practice. Music filling her ears made her definitely peaceful. She hummed softly as the male with her continued to think. Finally, Ross heard him speak and her attention went to him. So Michael Godard was his favorite artist. She smiled. Though, she didn't exactly know of him or even heard of him. Which, she decided to make that clear. “I never heard of him, sadly. I may just have to look him up won't I?” she spoke, her voice soft yet clear.
Slowly, her attention went back to her music. Rosslynn was attempting to try and figure out what to say next. She looked over at Artemis and thought of what to say. “Is it hard...you know...being an artist? I know it is hard for me being a musician and trying to make lyrics for a song. But is it hard for you?” she asked, extremely curious as to how an artists mind works.
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Post by artemis adrian monroe on Jan 7, 2012 10:57:27 GMT -5
The girl was quite a curious one, wasn’t she? Artemis didn’t mind. He enjoyed the attention and answering questions was something he was going to have to get used to if he planned on making it big – which he did, someday. Artemis Monroe the artist… He had to say he liked the sound of that and it brought a smug little smile to his face. Though, the chances of becoming famous in art was a chance that ranged from…. Oh, slim to none. Most artists weren’t appreciated until they passed away and Artemis would rather get rich while he was still able to spend whatever money he made. It certain had to be better than the crap he was living in now.
Yeah. It was horribly hard being an artist. Especially a poor one.
“Well, it’s very time consuming and it kind of vampires on your wallet,” Artemis answered honestly, the smile gone and replaced with a gentle purse of his lips. “You run out of media or canvas or paper and you have to by more. Always more. It’s not like an instrument. It doesn’t supply me and endless amount of things I can use,” he paused a moment, gazing at his work, “Yeah, instruments can break and they cost a lot to fix, but if you treat it right, it lasts a lifetime.” And the instruments of an artist never last forever. Paint can thin and dry, pastels and pencils dwindle away to nothing. It was hard being an artist. “Then you have the fact that finding a job based on an art degree or talent like that is hard.” More money going out than coming in.
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Post by rosslynn on Jan 16, 2012 17:10:55 GMT -5
Rosslynn continued playing song after song as she talked to Artemis. She hoped that her music would bring him muse to what he wanted to paint. Biting her lip, she finished another song and stopped. Her fingers had grown tired and were crying for a break. The long, delicate appendages were cramping up and she started to rub them slowly. She also started bending them slightly to stretch them. Smiling sheepishly, she nodded her head a little. Sorry, my hands are starting to cramp up....I will play more in a few moments.” she said softly. Soon, her hands were going through her bag to see if she had anything different to play other than classical. The young musician had grown tired of the same genre for now.
Listening to the person with her, she nodded gently definitely understanding how that was. Sure, instruments can last a life time, but Ross constantly had to buy blank sheet music. Or sheet music in general with the songs she liked to play. Which, that reminded her, she was working on a song still. Slowly, she fished a folder out of her bag and brought the paper out with the title 'For the Love of a Daughter' and placed it on the sheet holder on the piano. Slowly, her fingers began to play the beginning part of the song.
Artemis continued talking, which was fine by Rosslynn. She was enjoying the company. “Yeah, but I am sure you will be able to get it. If you set your goal or dream and always work towards it, then closer and closer you will get to achieving it. Right?”
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