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MISFITS! > arts wing > summer sounds


Posted by: oswald wyrmwood Jul 11 2018, 04:27 PM
Summer made things in Ridgeview High slow, if only because the place ran on a skeleton crew and rented itself out to summer classes and workshops on occasion. Though most teenagers, with good reason, tended to avoid doing anything near Ridgeview during the summer. The student population could only take so much learning during a year. Oswald could sympathize. He wasn’t here for learning though, just teaching. He’d been recommended and picked up a small paid position as a writing tutor in a creative writing workshop. It wasn’t too hard. The students were mostly fifth and sixth grades making this pretty easy work and pretty amusing. They really seemed to like limericks. He couldn’t blame them.

Work went pretty quickly and once every child had left or been picked up, he said good bye to his coworkers, picked up his things and began making his way out. He didn’t wander out the front door, instead moving along towards an exit that better lead him towards his home. The exit he preferred out of habit and because not many assholes tended to guard it, was one near the arts wing. The doors there easily led away from the school in a roundabout fashion and he could easily swerve whatever trouble might catch up to him when he left through there. Granted, as long as he made it to the arts wing intact and undetected. He didn’t worry about that now though. It was summer, no one was around.

For the most part. The notes of an energetic melody floated by him the closer he moved into creative territory. At first, he’d thought it strange before remembering someone probably threw a music camp as well. Made sense. However, the closer he got the loud the melody became and he realized it was just one piano and one voice. Children were far louder than this. And this also sounded a little polished. Energetic but not erratic. It was nice to listen to and without even noticing his feet dragged him towards the source, walking past his exit and towards the classroom. He vaguely recognized it, having had an elective around there before. The music grew louder and he peaked in to spot a lone teenager sitting at a grand piano playing by himself. “So much for music camp…” he murmured to himself.

He pushed into the room quietly. Oswald timed his entrance with a barrage of loud notes as the song seemed to crescendo. He closed the door quickly behind him and watched, amazed and then slowly as the song seemed to slow down for the end, Oswald began to realize he’d entered without permission. More so, if he stayed gawking like an idiot at the entrance he’d have to converse with the stranger and he would much rather not and just avoid the whole mess. Praying the music had kept the player distracted he began to look for a place to hide before crouching down and attempting to shove himself underneath the teacher’s desk near a corner of the room. He overestimated his physical prowess however, and in the process, tripped while getting underneath, banged his head and let out a sharp yelp and a loud, "FUCK!"

Posted by: jinhai lei Jul 16 2018, 01:51 PM
summer school was over for the day which jinhai was ever so grateful for. he could only take sitting in a dimly lit classroom for so long, dozing off as the teacher droned on about conics and parabolas. summer was a time for one's brain to be emptied and filled with seasons of tv shows and summer flicks. but, alas, he was expected to get ahead with his classes as per his parents' expectations.

still, math was ick. and icky things had no place now, at least not until tonight when he had to complete his homework. either way, he was free for now. jinhai decided to head over to familiar territory, to the halls he had roamed many times before.

the room was empty though the piano must have been used before. the keys were a little sticky; probably from the natural grubbiness little children tended to have. the edge of the a5 key was cracked and there were a few shallow scratches on one of the legs. jinhai found it welcoming.

his youtube channel had been lacking in content lately, his last video updated nearly four months ago. but fret not, dear fans, jinhai had a video planned soon enough. a cover of a very popular song many would recognize. his fingers flitted among the keys in a few scales and chords for warm-up. jinhai cleared his throat a couple times, humming along to the intro of a familiar song as the first verse came up.

"making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass and i'm homebound."

his voice felt a little hoarse at first, but as the song continued into the chorus and bridge, jinhai sang his heart out, belting out the tune like he was performing for a stadium of adoring fans. he dramatically flipped his hair.

"and i need youuu. and i miss youuu. and now i-"

"FUCK!"

jinhai let out a shrill scream, hands slamming down on the keys at the loud obscenity. he hadn't heard anyone come in and he didn't see anyone. was it the remnant of a ghost who was murdered in the piano room years ago? the little ghost boy who cried 'fuck'? was he going to die?

he was ready to bolt from the room but jinhai heard the thunk of something heavy hitting the teacher's desk. shielding himself with his messenger bag, jinhai crept towards the desk. he prayed he wasn't going to be that dumb character who died in horror movies for being too curious.

bag brandished, jinhai pounced, ready to pummel whatever was there and give it/them/whatever a taste of his canvas bag! at least until he registered the non-ghostly figure of a person in the cramped space of the desk.

"you're not a ghost."


here we go~

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