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Alec~
I can't believe it. I can't believe it. I did it, I really did it! I found a nice suit in a closet somewhere and I put it on and it fit and I went into the room and no one stopped me! I'm at the gala! I'm at the gala!
I just look around for a few minutes, trying to sink everything in. The royal family is over there– I've never seen them so close before– and there's so much food there! Mountainloads of pastries and roast beast and so many delicacies flowing over the sides of the white tablecloth! And there are people, people everywhere. Ladies with their fanciest dresses and men in their coats with tails, dancers and musicians and fire-eaters and so many others…!I start wandering, looking at everything with wide eyes. I'm not sure if we're allowed to eat yet so I avoid the table, although I really, really want to go. Instead I hang around and listen to the musicians, who are the best I've ever heard. I suppose the prince will have nothing but the best for his gala.
When I finally tear myself away, I decide I've stretched my time away to the brink. I've seen the gala and that's what I want…. I certainly will be missed if I stay away much longer. I turn to go.
I'm just out of the door when a pair of hands grabs me and pulls me away.
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The prince, of course; I figure because Alec is weak, and he doesn't know about his power and all, he'll definitely be one of the first targets.-
I typed it twice, and lost it twice. Maybe the most beautiful thing I've ever written. Twice. Im literally half sobbing now. And I was almost done. But Ill type it again…for you guys.
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Courtney~
The orchestra finished their piece, and the young, graceful dancer…
Nope. I give up…that never happened! I'll write when I actually manage to write something as beautiful as last time. I literally took half and hour to write all this. ^
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I'm so sorry. I hate when that happens!
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I had it copied…and then my battery died. And it got rid of what I copied..I just…
I'll..rewrite it again…
I was literally typing my excitement because I FNINISHED IT!!!
I DID COPY IT, AND IT DIED! WHY? WHAT DID I DO TO YOU!!
I suppose it can only get better.
*sobs*
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Oh, Katydid. That's so sad! If I write something I think is good (like my NaNo novel or certain CB posts) I always back it up in documents and save them, just in case something crashes and I didn't save. I advise doing similar- like my NaNo novel exists on three different computers and FastPencil.
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I just…I'll try. I don't know how it will sound…or be…or if I will make it as long as it was.
I mean…I literally cried this time :*D I have no idea what I did to this.
My life…
*Sobs*
Courtney~
L:SAJDNLKAJLDSKJASLKDJALKSDJLKASJDLAJSDKK NO. DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT COMPUTER. I WILL PREVAIL.
III WIILLL PREVAAIILLL!!!!*Curses a whole bunch.*
Alright…breathe…I can do this…*Slaps keyboard before begining to actually type*
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Nope.
Yes.
Courtney~
:*( I'll try not to give up again.
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Courtney~
The young girl made her way to her platform as the last piece of music died down, lacking her gloves and shawl. It wasn't technically a platform, more of an open space between the audience and musicians, but it was hers.
The audience had been talking mostly throughout the previous, jovial song, as it was just there to fill in the gaps and add a lovely flair to conversations, but once Courtney had entered the space, everyone quieted except for the bustling servants.
In the middle of the open space, she nodded briefly at the conductor, suppressing a smile as she took a deep breath. His arms went up, along with hers.
She held one slender arm high above her head, curved gracefully in a half arch, while the other was mostly the same, but flowing outwards, held in front of her torso. She remained standing on one leg, while the other faced outwards, only to turn back in at the knee and create an acute triangle between the space of her two legs.
The conductor released his hold, and the music began.
The violins' bows glided across their strings, along with the deep, mellow cellos. Their voices combined with that of the bass and violas, created an eerie sound. It was almost as if they were playing silence.
The low cellos and bass descended against the background of violins and violas, only to rise up again and descend once more, while the dancer remained still.
She was unmoving like a porcelain doll, but all eyes were fixed on her.
A long note was drawn out, and the small choir joined, their heavenly voices matching the mournful tone of the orchestra.
Suddenly, a melody spiraled out of the ocean of sound, a piano. And with it, moved the dancer. Unfolding like a flower with each drawn out note, she lowered her arms, one after the other, and then her leg, placing it crossed behind her left leg. Once again, she lifted her arms up towards the heavens, reaching higher with each ascending note, only to part again, as if welcoming a party of angels.
Her leg moved out from behind the firm, unmoving leg, adding a ripple of movement to her deep red skirt. She traced it around her in a circle, twirling as more and more instruments were added to the slow music.
The flutes joined, at the top of everything, and she ended her twirl, gracefully stepping to the side upon one leg, her other lifting in the air. Her legs created a perfect right triangle, obscured by the skirt as her torso tilted perfect away, her arms stretched outwards as if she was trying to reach something.
Repeating the twirl, she ended, facing the other way, reaching out in the opposite direction. Her foot remained rooted to the spot, and it wasn't until the piano, which had faded away, returned that she moved.
The choir joined again, mixing with the orchestra to hold a long note, like the gown colors of the gala were all mixed together.
She brought her foot down, and twirled to the side as the cymbols crashed, like she was avoiding a blow.
Telling a story with her dance, she leaned back, stretching out one arm as the orchestra narrated the scene to the readers, the auidience.
It's voice took on a more dangerous, lively tone as the timpani and drum began starting a catchy, rythmic beat, to which the dancer flowed along with.
Each beat brought a new step, and her feet remained on the ground for only a moment before flying to a new position. To the audience, it seemed as if she was dancing on air. Her movements speedy but inexpliccably graceful as she twirled and moved, not once missing a beat.
Trumpets and brass began overpowering, taking the lead part as the dancer followed along with the music, her steps slowed and more grand as they changed notes.
As the glowing voices of the choir joined in, she once again took to the path of flight, moving in time with the drums, dancing left and right, twirling here and there. Her footsteps fell one after the other, and she lept and twirled with the cymbals.
Suddenly, measure by measure, parts began dissapating. With it, the dancer slowed to a stop, beginning to spin softly, her outer foot tracing a circle around her as she moved her arms in front of her while the high voices blended and created one, long tone accompanied by the percussion.
The cymbals crashed, and the orchestra rose up and down like a rolling storm, the low instruments creating a dark, swelling from which the melody rose out of.
She stepped in a way so with each quick note her feet crossed over eachother as she spinned, no longer confined to a space. she began moving, dancing upon her platform, feet lifting off the ground in a small jump with each cymbal crash as if it was an earthquake.
The last note played, and she pulled herself up into the same position as at the beginning, with a little added touch.
She spun.
The note drew out for what seemed like ages as she did so, her arms held above her head as she twirled her face, keeping it upon the audience for as long as possible before flashing around.
Then, when faster then seemed possible, she leaned back, holding her arms in front of her as she pirrouetted, coming to a halting stop when the music ended.
A smile graced her flushed face and she breathed heavily, holding her arms by her side with her ankles crossed, her feet firmly placed upon the ground.
The audience froze as the note hung in the air, then burst into a respectable applause, not too loud, but definitely impressed.
Courtney grinned, her hair slightly messed, and offered the group a small curtsey before offereing the conductor a small smile. Receiving a smile in return, she left the open space in hopes of retreiving her shawl and accesories, only to paused.
"Food…" she whispered, sniffing the air.
Looks could wait.
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I AM DONE I AM DONE I AM DOOONNNEE! TAAKKEE THAATT EVERY SINGLE ELECTRONIC EVERRRRRRR! DIIIEEE!
I PREVAAIILLEEDD!
*Sobs with joy*
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KATYYYYYY! THAT WAS FANTASTIC! I COULD TOTALLY SEE HER DANCING! YOU CAN TELL I'M BEING SINCERE BECAUSE THIS IS IN ALL CAPS!
Admins, I hearby nominate this piece of Katy's to be in the next "Blots from the Inkwell." (the one I'm replying to.)
Fenina~
I lean against the table, gripping my glass in one hand, my other gripping the edge of the white cloth. My eyes are trained on the stage, where a dancer twirls impossibly fast.
Quite literally impossibly.
Usually, I turn away from dancers and music, as I mostly view them as the enemies when I'm performing. But this is different. It's not that I don't want to take my eyes off of her, it's that I can't. My eyes narrow as she continues her performance, dancing in a well-practiced way, but there's something… almost… alien about it, magical about it.
She's like me.
I take a sip of my drink and then wish that I hadn't; it's foul. The one feeling of disgust rivets my eyes, and I turn away from the stage, the music, the dancer.
What if I really am not the only one? I can swallow heat and fire like water, and although I'm sure it's magic, I never imagined someone else could do magic too. Perhaps she was impossibly graceful, or she can force people to watch her no matter what. No, that's impossible; I was able to turn away, wasn't I?
I turn to head over to the stage. If she's magical, I want to know. I already have my… greeting planned out in my head when a boy steps in front of me.
"Oh! Hello, Peter," I say, smiling shyly at him. Smiling shyly? I mentally shake myself. I'm acting like an idiot.
"Hello, Fenina Van-Pierre," he replies, grinning. "Hope I didn't miss the show."
"I'm not on for a while," I replied, squirming uncomfortably a bit. "Were you watching the dancer?"
"Was I!" he said, laughing. "She was fantastic!"
"Do you find it a bit… unrealistic?"
"What are you talking about?" he cocked his head playfully. "Come on, Miss Serious. It's a gala! Have some fun."
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YAY KATYDID!
Sloth says kdtg. I THINK HE SAID KATYDID AND SOMETHING ELSE WHICH I CAN'T UNDERSTAND!
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Katydid, that. Was. AWESOME! [Enthusiasm:Controlled. . . .?] I will post soon, I think, as soon as I see fit. Right now, actually!
~Brionna~
The orchestra begins a slow, romantic waltz. I can tell we're all amazed at Courtney's performance, but our expressions remain concentrating. The orchestra sings, the low bass toning out the violin, the cello and viola evening it out perfectly. The flutes add a delicate grace to the earthy tones of the strings, and the percussion makes it complete. We sound wonderful, I think. Couples dance around the ballroom, elegant ladies and handsome gentlemen. I can see Courtney in the center of the ballroom floor, dancing her heart out. I smile, but snap back to the music in front of me, even though I've memorized it. How I'd love to join those dancers. . . .
The conductor gave me a short solo in the middle of the waltz, and as we come to that, I feel calm. A humming, musical energy flows through me, through my fingers, through the bow and the strings and the fingerboard. As the orchestra pauses for my solo, I feel an unfamiliar thrill of excitement. My first solo in the Royal Symphony! I wonder if I've established a place here. Maybe they'll let me stay in the Symphony. I melt into my solo, my cello's notes resonating, filling the vast room. The dancers stop as I pour more and more soul into the song, more. . . . More. . . I begin to feel a flame inside me, growing stronger. Too much! I'm going to spontaneously combust! No! STOP! Suddenly, a cold gaze centers on me from the crowd. The prince. He knows. I nearly stop, fingers wavering, and the spell seems to have fallen. Everyone resumes dancing, my solo ends, and the orchestra continues the waltz, ending it, and melting into a new song.
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Ugh. CAPTCHA troubles.
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Alexandre~
"Xandre!" someone called, drawing my gaze away from the beautiful dancer and over to him. He was one of the servers, and his eyes were wide with fear.
Concerned, I furrowed my brows and moved over to him, "What is it?"
"Look!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger towards the entry way. My gaze followed his finger. All I saw was a person, no two! And they were fighting!
"Stay here!" I ordered, pushing him aside and dashing towards them. I blinked, and in an instant they were gone. My heart raced with fear as I arrived at the scene.
There were no signs of struggle. It was only because of an odd shoe that was all by its lonesome that I realized it hadn't been a dream. My gaze darted around furiously, where had they gone!
I had already attracted enough attention as it was, so I stepped to the side, out of the guest's line of sight, grabbing the shoe along the way.
I clutched it in my hands, staring at the leather fora long moment before looking up again. There was a kidnapper in the palace!
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There! Don't diiee!!
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Who got kidnapped? Did you have someone in mind, or is someone going to decide their charrie got kidnapped or something?
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Henrietta:
I turn away from the dancer, still enchanted by her peformance. I'm glad she got a chance to perform at the gala. As I turn, I see-
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I'm sorry, I'm not sure how to phrase this. I just can't think of a way to do it. I want to say that she sees the kidnapping (but she's not sure who got kidnapped), but I'm not sure how. So there's the information, I just can't figure out how to say it.
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I supress a shriek and look back at the orchestra, as the next song is starting. I want to tell someone, but I'm not sure who to tell. I don't have very much information anyway – I just saw a scuffle. I glance around the room, searching for someone who would care. I see no guards – they must be somewhere else. Would they believe me, anyway? A kidnapping at a gala – it makes no sense. Unless someone wanted to kidnap one of the royal family, and they thought the crowds would provide cover. But – if a member of the royal family were missing, it would be noticed right away! I might as well forget about it, as there is nothing I can do.
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I seem to be in the mood for using hyphens today.
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Someone was already kidnapped, owo. You can be next. Just read back a little ways.bgdx
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Katy, your name got messed up.
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I know, I was too last to fix it Cx
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Alec got kidnapped first. I'm guessing that's who your charrie saw, Katy?
P.S: Clode says "Yahi." Sounds a bit like the sounds Yoshi makes…
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This is the Victorian Era, right? So they do have electricity (if rather rare.)
Sparks~
The Main Hall lighting is flickering. Again. Electricity is so very new, l do wonder why it was installed here.The head housekeeper had hunted me up, flustered and panting. She was very worried about her mater's reputation if the lighting should suddenly short out. Of course l would have a few hours, because of the gala going on no one would pass by here, all the nobles are in the ballroom, all the staff in the kitchens.l randomly poke around the wires in the wall, after unscrewing the light switch plate. l have no idea what l'm doing right now. What is the worse l can do, really? All those things about electricity being dangerous are complete nonsense. Deadly? Haha. Nice joke. It's light and energy, not dangerous.
Through my poking about, l discover a frayed wire, unsteadily sparking every few seconds. As it touches my fingers, it breaks apart in a bright flash of light.
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The lights have shorted out.
Or no-wait, this isn't that Main Hall. Supply closet. What the….? Why am l here? l try to sit up, but find out that my hand are tied behind my back. Light. l need light.
And then there is a burning smell, and a flash of light. l stand up, staring at my hands, not quite believing it. l frown, thinking about light again. And again, a quick flash of electricity flickers on my fingers tips, then disappears, leaving me feeling energetic, and wondering if l was slightly insane. l can't be, for when it happened the first time, electricity burned through the ropes that tied my hands.
l hesitantly open the door. As usual, l have no idea what l'm doing or what is going on.
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I was saying she saw the same kidnapping. I guess I didn't time it quite right.