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Post by hathor joy collins on Dec 31, 2011 14:38:13 GMT -5
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"Yeah mom....alright....love you too, bye." Hathor sighed as she looked down at her cell phone. It was times like these where she wish she was back home with her mother, taking care of her and being there to show her love and support. It's not easy going on everyday knowing that you're miles away from your sick mother. She could still remember the day she got that call from her father saying that her mom, her best friend and rock, was positive for having breast cancer. At that moment, her world flipped upside down. She wanted to drop out of La lumineuse, take the next plane back to LA and spend all the time she can with her mother. Of course, her father along with her twin brothers tried to convince her to stay. But, it took her mother to sternly tell her that she did not have to do such foolishness, for her to stay at La lumineuse. To this day Hathor has moments where she wants to run off to the airport but her friends, mostly Ike and Conan, stop her from doing so. She's glad to have them.
Hathor stuffed her phone into her bag and started to make her way down the corridors of the school. She had no true destination, she was only walking. For some odd reason, walking down the schools hallways seemed to always calm her. Maybe it was cause of the beautiful architecture or the fact that the halls were empty, whatever it was she liked it. It brought her a sense of nostalgia. She started to think about her first day at the school, how nervous she was. The cocoa colored skinned girl just wanted to make it through her first week alive, but then she soon meet Ike and Conan and everything just went up from there.
As if on auto pilot, her legs took her straight to the music studio. She always ended up in here, especially on days like these where all she wanted to do was think. Setting her bag and forest green colored peacoat on a chair, she made her way to the piano. She sat down on the stool and placed her fingers gingerly on the keys. The piano was one of the first instruments Hathor learned to play, guitar being the second and then the flute. She enjoyed playing all three but her favorite was the piano. Mostly because of its soothing sound, but also because her mother use to play it for her all the time. Hathor missed that.
Hathor starrted to play random keys, trying to think of a song to play. Soon enough, the song of choice was filled into the room. No One by Alicia Keys was the song she decided to play, it was old but she still loved it. Also, lately she's had a bit of an obsession with Alicia's music. Humming softly, she closed her eyes and let the melody of the song take over her. Her fingers moving in motion with the song, soon she found herself singing. "You and me together, through the days and night, I don't worry 'cuz everything's gonna be alright..." Hathor sang softly, slowly going higher as the music started to sink into her. "People keep talking, they can say what they like, I don't worry 'cuz everything's gonna be alright..." A smile formed on her lips as she found herself feeling absolutely calm. It was times like this where she remembered why she loved music so much, why she wanted to pursue it as a career.
Maybe, I should try Karma now... Hathor thought as she went to go switch keys. She lifted up her fingers when she heard a noise, causing her eyes to shoot open and her hands to accidentally slam on the keys, causing the piano to let out a loud key. She turned her head to the direction the sound came from, ready to tell off the person who caused her to get scared and ruined her relaxing time.
notes, open for al!
word count, to lazy to check :{D thanks brooklyn from caution
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Post by seraj on Jan 4, 2012 0:58:19 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] So far, today had been particularly messy. Not only in a figurative sense, either. The students here could be such.. what was the word? Seraj had spent his whole life alternating between British English and Egyptian Arabic, and he knew which one he was better at. Hell, just the other day, he'd said cancer instead of crab. That was only because Hannibal liked the zodiacs so much, though. And cancer was.. technically a crab, right? Of course, it was apparently also a disease, but the word was so different from the one that he knew. Maybe he could ask Ezzel for English lessons, since it was such an important language to know when they weren't planning out battles. He hadn't needed his knowledge of English often in Cairo, and adding in the factor that he had rarely spoken before the age of twenty, he wasn't exactly fluent in the so called universal language. Oh, just damn it all. That was something very English to say, wasn't it? ”Damn it all,” he muttered to himself, picking something very soft and very blue off the bottom of one of the desks in the classroom he was cleaning. There was the word he was looking for. The students here could be such slobs. His job was already damaging his pride, and they just had to make it worse by shoving their trash in every place possible.
Why couldn't he have been assigned a good job, like Ezzel had been? His twin was one of the school librarians, and even though that was probably a hard job, it couldn't have been as bad as being a janitor. He sighed and stopped his inspection of the desks for a moment, leaning his head against the chair and closing his eyes, his legs splayed out in front of him. How was he going to do this for an indefinite amount of time? He knew that he was staying here until the threat of the mafia was taken care of, but he had no idea when that was going to be. And what would he and Ezzel be told to do after that? All Seraj wanted to do was go home and continue with his life, but there was a high chance that he would be told to stay here and look after Hannibal. If only he could convince him to come back to Cairo.. but knowing the prince, that was extremely unlikely. He was sure that Hannibal had some sort of foolproof reasoning for why he wasn't going back to Egypt, but Seraj just saw it in the way he saw everything; anything that got in his way was annoying. Finally, though, he was able to come back to life and finish cleaning the desks in this room. Only thirty or so more rooms to clean..
And just like that, what had been left of his good mood was gone. He was frustrated again, though not full out angry at life like he was starting to be so often these days. That always happened when he didn't know what to do, or when he failed.. but mostly when he failed. This time it was just because he was stuck somewhere he didn't like with no idea of when he would get out, but he could deal with that. It had happened before, out on the field. If he had kept his cool then, he could do it now. Standing up and letting out a small groan from having been crouched on the floor for so long, Seraj retrieved his little trolley and headed back out into the halls. Well, at least it was fun to wheel this large plastic thing around. If he'd been much less mature, he probably would have turned it into some sort of ride when no one was looking, but the Egyptian had much better self control than that. At least he didn't work on the night shift, though. That wouldn't have been fun, though seeing as he worked while classes were still in session, he had to be careful to skip any rooms that had students them. Luckily for him, though, a good amount of rooms that needed cleaning were empty. The school was just such a big place.
At this time of day, the music studio was normally empty, which was why Seraj headed for it after he was done cleaning the classrooms. To his surprise, though, the sounds of the piano and a voice were coming from the room. Half of him was annoyed, and half of him automatically relaxed around the sound of well played music. He may have been part of the Egyptian royal guard, and bred to fight and lead, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the sheer beauty of art when it was stuck in front of his nose. He'd taken enough classes with Hannibal and his sister that he knew more than how to fight and add up numbers, though his father had never seen why it was necessary for him to focus on things other than the skills he needed to kill and plan battles. He rested his arms on the handlebar of the little plastic trolley, listening to the music for a minute before realizing how stupid he had been in just under a second. He wasn't short or light, and the little gray plastic thing had wheels. It only took a few seconds for the trolley to slide out from underneath him, causing him to crash to the floor, his head hitting the wood, momentarily stunned. He just hoped that no one came running, though it had been quite a large noise, and the girl playing the piano was obviously surprised too. ”Sorry,” he said quietly, his accent thick as he sat up and looked at her. ”I didn't mean to disturb you.” Or the music, for that matter, because it had been quite enjoyable.
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Post by hathor joy collins on Jan 4, 2012 23:19:23 GMT -5
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Piano and music had been her get away all her life. It was something she did since she was 5, singing songs she written herself. Of course they were horrible- she was five after all, but it was great to her. She especially loved to do it in times like these where her day wasn't going her way. Those days where her mother called sounding absolutely horrible yet still tried to sound 100% on the phone. Those days where Hathor tends to go off on people, not thinking or caring at the time. The only thing going through her mind was What the hell?!
Looking at the man on the floor, her anger in her eyes dissolved and was replaced with a bit of worry. Just looking at the man at first she quickly shook her head when he apologized to her. "No it's okay. She got up from the stool, making her way to the man. "Are you okay? You look like you hit your head pretty hard there." She asked with worry still in her eyes and voice, reaching her hand out to the man to help him up.
It did look like it hurt, after all he did hit his head right on wood. It wasn't a very nice surface to land on. Looking around, she noticed the little plastic trolley on the floor. Did the man slip on that? Probably, she knew how evil those things were. She could still remember the day she had to learn it the hard way. Her brothers had convinced her that going down a hill on one of those would be fun. Or course, being 10 at the time and wanting to keep up with her brothers, she wanted to try it out herself. One minute she was laughing and going down the hill then the next thing she knew she was rolling down the rest of the way. Or course she cried when she reached the bottom and her brothers- being the douche bags they are, were laughing their asses off. But, they aren't that evil and they did help her calm down. But, she vowed to never listen to her brothers ever again.
Hathor shook her had lightly, trying not to think to hard on her family again. It wasn't going to help her mood if she let herself get all homesick again. Averting her eyes back to the man on the floor, she smiled a bit. Half of her hoped this would be quick, she really wanted to get back to playing the piano. The other half- the good person half, said that she shouldn't rush it. Either way, whether he left or not she would probably go back to playing again. She doesn't care if people heard her, she loved an audience. Hathor wasn't big on being in the spotlight, but when it came to singing she loved to soak up all the spotlight. It was just the diva in her.
notes, oh gosh sorry it's horribly short! >.<
tag, seraj thanks brooklyn from caution
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Post by seraj on Jan 6, 2012 20:30:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Seraj didn't like being vulnerable, but it was another thing that he could deal with. Unlike some of the people that had been raised to fight like animals, he was actually quite rational. He knew that when he was off the battlefield, he wasn't really in any danger, and he didn't get nervous when he was splayed on the floor in front of this girl. He did, however, try to sit up as soon as possible, if only because it was uncomfortable to be lying on the wooden floor. The janitor wasn't the type of person to cry over falling on the floor, but he did rub the back of his head, wincing slightly when his fingers touched the spot that had received the most impact from the surface below him. That was going to leave a mark, and Seraj didn't really like having marks. He had a few scars, but he kept those hidden very well. They said that something had happened to him, and that he was different. He'd flaunted them a bit in Cairo, but now that he was in Paris? Seraj didn't want anyone asking where he'd gotten them, so he hid his scars. Falling on the floor definitely wouldn't give him a scar, but he didn't want anyone asking why he was rubbing his head all the time, either.
Seraj had never really liked talking about himself, not even with his brother. But Ezzel knew everything about him in the first place, so there was no point in hiding anything from him. He was the most important person if Seraj's world, and nothing was going to change that. But even with that in his twin's favor, Seraj never accepted pity from him. From anyone, really. Anyone who had known him for even a minimal amount of time new that, which was why he brushed Hathor off when she asked if he was okay. ”I'm fine,” he said, as usual, only giving the minimal amount of dialogue. He could have said that hitting the floor hadn't been that bad or didn't hurt that much, but that would have been lying, which went against the few morals that he had. Sure, he may have been trained to kill, but nothing he did was illegal. He'd grown up thinking that he was one of the 'good guys', and because of that, he still had a code of honor. Now, that wasn't to say that he didn't fight dirty when he had to, but it was all for the good of someone else. He didn't do anything for personal gain, nor did he do anything that would be considered bad by the public.
Not like he interacted with the public much. He hadn't been as shut in as Hannibal was, but it was kind of hard for the royal guard to interact with normal people. He knew his home city like the back of his hand, and even had a few friends outside, but he'd never really been good at socializing. At least he'd been able to tell people in Cairo what his job had been, though. It hadn't been some huge secret that he and his brother had lead multiple battles and won them, but now that he wasn't allowed to tell anyone, he almost felt.. dirty. Like what he was doing was bad, or something. The larger part of his mind knew that it was only because he couldn't have anyone targeting Lexin find out that he'd brought in backup, but it still felt weird to have an honest to goodness cover story. He hadn't really told anyone in Egypt, but it had been nice to have the option. He didn't have that here, and that just made him feel more trapped than he already was. Maybe that was why the next thing he said came out a bit harsher than he had meant it to, or maybe it was just a small note of pain from falling, but whatever. ”You don't need to worry. I wasn't hurt.”
He felt bad after it had slipped out, though. He was distant with people, but rarely harsh. ”I'm sorry, that came out wrong,” he said slowly, trying to cover up his accent. It was just another thing that led people to ask questions. This was why he hated Paris so much, other than the cold. It wasn't home, and for Seraj, home was the most important thing after Ezzel. ”Are you going to play anything more? You sounded really good.” He picked himself up off the ground, retrieving the little plastic trolley and holding it, not making the same mistake a second time as he watched Hathor.
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