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Closed Roleplay Blog For Alternia Academy ╰☆╮*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧╰☆╮ Rose Lalonde

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Violinists Do It Better

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  Hearing that Rose had not met another with albinism, Karkat wasn’t too shocked. He didn’t know too many people other than himself that contained this mutation leading to such a drastic change in appearance. Their hands looked relatively similar as well, not in color, but in structure. The way they curved, and folded just right, they were violinists of course. Taking his hand back, Karkat looked at the music once again.

Rose. It felt like kids were often named after flowers, and roses being a symbol for love for some reason that was probably why she got this name. Yet somehow, her name didn’t seem common. Turning the page as she did, Karkat was moreover listening rather than watching the notes go by on the page. She still piqued his interest from the moment she had greeted him. Nodding as Rose spoke once again, he was listening more to the music and his own thoughts rather than her. Of course, at mention of Bach however, Karkat’s trance-like state was easily broken.

"He’s a really good musician and composer. I have a few pieces back in my room. That is provided that whatever is growing under my roommate’s bed hasn’t eaten it." Rolling his eyes at the thought of his roommate, as much as Karkat despised the guy, he always made mention of him and he was somewhere in his thoughts. That guy sucked and he wished that would stop immediately.

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His hands felt familiar. She had never felt them before, but they curved like hers. They were the hands of a violinist: thin and careful, but strong. She didn’t dwell on the thought for long. She had a conversation to focus on, as well as the overhead music. She enjoyed the soothing melody. It was easy to listen to it and forget she was having a conversation, but the novelty of actually speaking with someone during class easily kept her focus.

“You and your roommate don’t get along, then?” Karkat seemed to harbor no small amount of distain, if the tone of his voice was any indication. She and her old roommate had gotten along well. They weren’t close, but they understood each other and cohabited the space of their dorm with little conflict.  She had just changed rooms, though. She wasn’t sure how she and her new roommate, Jade, would get along. "Who is he?"

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Music Store Rendezvous

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"I can play the flute." he offered, sitting up slightly and taking up the sheet music she had provided, looking it over with narrowed eyes, interested. It didn’t seem that hard, and it certainly seemed like it was interesting…

 ”I mean, if you’d be cool with it. But I could definitely record something for you if you needed it, and burn them all together, no problem.” he assured her, offering her a little half smile. “And, you know. Everything else.” he added. Would he make re-mixes of the song whether she asked him to or not? Yes. He would. Absolutely he would. 

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“That would be marvelous.” She let a small smile rest on her lips, though inside her chest was beating quickly. It was better than she could’ve imagined. He wasn’t still upset over their argument-at least he wasn’t acting like it. He agreed to not only mix the tracks, but also play the flute for them and… She only needed the flute played and the tracks mixed. What else would there really be to do?

“Everything else?” She paused halfway through zipping up the pouch in her violin case, glancing over toward him. The pause was temporary, her thin fingers quickly closing the pouch while she watched him. “You really don’t need to do anything else. You’re helping enough already.”

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Jade was rather disappointed when her first roommate had in fact left the school, as she had enjoyed the girl's company very much. Not only that, but then she was moved to the first room in the hall. It was mildly disappointing, she wasn't going to lie. 

However, that didn't stop the girl from quickly packing up her items and belongings, hauling them down the hallway, of course, this was after she had made sure that all of her belongings were out of the room, since she had traded keys earlier. She was all moved into the room before the other girl, and frankly she was a little worried that she wasn't getting a roommate at all. That wouldn't be good. 

However, a little while after she had unpacked all of her stuff, there was a knock on the door. Now, Jade honestly hadn't been expecting a visitor. She had unbraided her hair from its childlike double braids, and it had been still wet from her shower that morning, and had dried all frizzy. To say that she looked A+ for a first meeting, that would indefinitely be a lie. Her uniform was wrinkled, and she had tossed her pale green tie on her pillow aimlessly. She opened the door and clumsily pushed her glasses back up her face, and immediately took in how different her appearance was to the other female's. "Um, hello?" Jade, you're a train wreck.

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Rose was relieved to find the door opening before her, a soft smirk forming on her lips. "Hello. Unless I've managed to get the wrong room, this should be my new dorm." Rose looked over the other girl carefully. She looked far messier than Rose. Of course, Rose had spent several moments making sure she had looked proper before coming over, and this girl had nearly no notice at all.

It was rude to judge others by appearance, anyway, not that it ever stopped her mother. "This is room 101, right?" She felt the box slipping in her hands and quickly readjusted her hold on the cardboard. It would be embarrassing to have all her books spill out on the floor just because she was nervous about meeting her new dorm mate and her hands were sweaty.

It was nerve wrecking, of course. She had shared a room with the same girl for over a year, and now she would be living with someone she had never met before. What if they didn't get along? Rose wasn't the best at making friends. Of course, they could be the type of roommate to just leave her be. That would be the easiest. "Oh, I'm Rose, by the way. Rose Lalonde."

[tentecleacademic-blog]

Music Store Rendezvous

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The red blush that colored her cheeks spread to her ears, though she tried to act as if it wasn’t there. “I understand. I do, again, apologize. If you would like, perhaps we can have a more serious conversation later on and you can properly explain it to me.” It seemed to be the best way to make it up to him. If he took reincarnation seriously, which he certainly did, learning about it would make up for mocking it. It was an interesting topic, of course, and she was sure it would be fascinating if she gave it a chance.

She was glad to have the conversation change back to the project at hand. “Mixing, yes.” She paused with a smile playing at her lips, the blush beginning to fade as she started explaining her project. “I’ve composed my own music to go along with my choreography. It’s decent enough, but I felt with more than one instrument it would sound better. Still, I’m only a violinist so that will have to do.” She slipped her violin case off, unzipping the pocket and producing a CD. “There’s three different tracks that should overlap.” She held it out to him, meeting his eyes for the first time since their conversation began.

He nodded a little, somewhat thoughtful. He wasn’t sure if they would actually do that, but it was a nice offer, at least, and a nice thought. Truthfully, he didn’t care THAT much about religion and stuff, but it was still the religion he was brought up with and he kind of took offense to people making fun of it. They didn’t have to agree or nothin, just… it ain’t a joke, you know? But he didn’t feel the need to say any of that… why add salt to the wound?

 ”Sounds easy enough.” he hummed, taking the CD to examine it. “I can get them overlapped and mixed in, like, ten minutes, but we can mess with it a little to make it sound right, you know? And if you want, I play a bunch of instruments, so if you really wanna add something else…” 

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Rose set down her violin case, letting it rest on the desk she stood beside. Inside she had sheet music for the violin parts, as well as the original flute she had imagined a few of the parts to be. She carefully thought over his offer. It would sound much better if the sections were flute instead of solely violin. Still, they hadn't started on the best terms and she didn't want to impose. Could he even play the flute?

"I had written it for the violin and flute." She began hesitantly, still unsure. It wasn't very difficult to book one of the small recording rooms, and the sections weren't too long or difficult to learn. He might even get more extra credit for recording music as well as mixing it. "If you can play, I'll give you the sheet music. You can listen to the track and see if it's something you'd be interested in recording." She pulled out the plain lilac folder, setting it carefully on the desk beside him.

[tentecleacademic-blog]

Music Store Rendezvous

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He just huffed a bit, grinning. “I’m not “so passionate” about it, I just don’t like having it shit on repeatedly is all.” he explained, shrugging a little as if it was no big deal. He knew the discussion hadn’t exactly been serious up until then, but as soon as she had started talking about it like that it had sort of gotten serious for him. She just hadn’t picked up the hint, he supposed.

 ”No, it’s okay! I’ll help you, it’s fine.” he assured her. “Apology accepted and all that. It’s no big deal.” he assured her, getting to his feet and sticking out his hand. “Just mixing and stuff, right? I’d be happy to help. Shake on it?”

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The red blush that colored her cheeks spread to her ears, though she tried to act as if it wasn't there. “I understand. I do, again, apologize. If you would like, perhaps we can have a more serious conversation later on and you can properly explain it to me.” It seemed to be the best way to make it up to him. If he took reincarnation seriously, which he certainly did, learning about it would make up for mocking it. It was an interesting topic, of course, and she was sure it would be fascinating if she gave it a chance.

She was glad to have the conversation change back to the project at hand. “Mixing, yes.” She paused with a smile playing at her lips, the blush beginning to fade as she started explaining her project. “I’ve composed my own music to go along with my choreography. It’s decent enough, but I felt with more than one instrument it would sound better. Still, I’m only a violinist so that will have to do.” She slipped her violin case off, unzipping the pocket and producing a CD. “There’s three different tracks that should overlap.” She held it out to him, meeting his eyes for the first time since their conversation began.

[tentecleacademic-blog]

Roommates 101

Rose had been a resident of room 104 since her arrival at The Alternia Academy. As such, it was quite a shock when she was told she would be switching rooms. Her last roommate had transferred away, and people were switched around in the dorms to accommodate changes. Most of her things were thrown haphazardly in cardboard boxes. She was, after all, only walking one door down and across the hall. Oddly enough, she’d never met the resident there, but she supposed her last roommate must’ve moved as well.

Rose looked herself in the mirror on the bathroom wall, soothing her hair and reapplying her dark lipstick. She wanted to make a nice impression, or at least look presentable. She wore the school uniform proudly, the grey and white mixed in with the lilac accent she choose as her color. It matched her eyes, almost. She looked fine, she told herself, practicing a kind smile before leaving back to the main room. A pile of boxes rested by the wall; her small, coffin-shaped shelves were emptied and leaning against the couch.

The first box she grabbed was of her textbooks, school work, and various framed pictures that would be placed on her new desk. Her violin case was strapped to her back, ballet shoes tied and hanging over her neck. If nothing else, they would be nice conversation starters. She left the room, carefully propping the box on her knee and holding it with one hand while the other knocked softly on the door. “Uh, hello?” She remembered the room key was in the envelope on her old desk, the one the administrators gave her with all the information of her move. If the door wasn’t answered, or her new roommate was out, she could simply go get it and unlock the door herself. She would wait, though, for a moment.

[tentecleacademic-blog]

Violinists Do It Better

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  Yes, there was in fact something wrong with change. Because most of the time change involved being left alone at home in his room, playing his violin. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, inevitable each relationship Karkat formed would probably end up with him in a similar siatuation. However, that didn’t mean it had to happen right away, ties to people can often be important, so best keep them as long as possible. So long as this ‘Rose’ character didn’t irritate him too much he could probably actually be pleasant and try to enjoy a little bit of the fun sure to come out of this.

An odd new scent arose, Karkat noticed more now as she was holding out her hand. What was that, some type of flower? Lord help him if it was some type of rose. But no, it was probably some sort of shitty perfume or something mixed up in some lab somewhere. It didn’t smell too terribly awful, at least it smelled better than the smell of that wet bag of dog shit that Karkat was forced to call a roommate.

"Karkat Vantas." After several moments of pondering the odd smell, he returned her greetings and shook the other’s hand briefly. As he reached out however, he noticed something quite odd. Their skin tomes seemed to almost match, as hard as that was to believe. This was a shockingly new development. Most of the time Karkat stood out like one of those godawful fucking stupid vampires from that one shitty ass movie that didn’t deserve to be placed in the romance category.

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Rose shook his hand firmly, looking down at their hands as she did. "Albinism isn't very common." About one in every 20,000 people had albinism, from her research. "I've never really met anyone else with it." She smiled, the dark color on her lips making her seem that much more pale. His hands themselves reminded her of her own. Thin, nimble fingers suited to playing the violin.

She let her arm drop to rest on the table in front of her, crossing her legs as she adjusted herself in her new seat. "That aside, it's a pleasure to meet you, Karkat." The name was rather unusual. It felt odd on her lips, and she could only hope she pronounced it right. While idle chat was nice, they did have an assignment to be doing. She glanced down to the sheet music, flipping the page as the next part of the song began. "So, how do you feel about Bach?"

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Music Store Rendezvous

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She let him walk away, sighing heavily under her breath. He took that far more seriously than she had previously thought. Way to go, Lalonde. Of course, she hadn’t seen him around campus before. What was the chance she would now?

As she would come to find several days later, the chance was higher than she believed. “Professor” her voice was soft but confident as she approached her music teacher after class. She explained her current project to him: she was creating an original composition and dance for her ballet class. All she needed now was someone to help her mix the different tracks and takes together.

He arranged a meeting for her, and the next day during lunch she would find herself walking towards the music room. The door swung open to reveal a semi-familiar head of white hair. It was similar to snow-pale of her own locks. “Mister Strider.” The teacher wasn’t in the room. They likely had better things to do. Her voice seemed to catch in her throat. No, no. This wasn’t good. She offended him the last they met. “Ah, may I begin by apologizing? I wasn’t aware how seriously you took the subject.”

He seemed sort of surprised when the Lalonde girl had strode into the room. He hadn’t realized that he was going to be helping her with her project… the teacher had just told him that he wanted him to help some girl mix some tracks and such for a project, that she was a nice kid and he would get extra credit and all that. He hadn’t really questioned it, because why would he? Getting extra credit for something he enjoyed doing? Fuck yeah.

 He wondered, briefly, if he would have answered to the proposition differently if he had known it was Rose he would be helpful.

  He appreciated the attempt at apology, definitely, but he couldn’t help but give a little snort, the barest flickering of a smile flashing across his face.

  “What did you think?” he questioned, raising a brow in question. “That it was just a hobby to me that I didn’t actually give a shit about or something?” 

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She frowned at his reaction. A snort was hardly what she was going for. She'd simply embarrassed herself, as per usual. Her cheeks flushed, and the red that colored her cheeks was only made more pronounced by the pale tones of her skin. "That was not it at all." She struggled to keep her voice even, but felt like she succeeded. 

"I had never met someone who was so passionate about the subject. I just thought that it was just another conversation. The tone of our discussion was far from serious." She looked away from him, readjusting the strap of her violin case over her shoulder. Her mother would be disappointed, she couldn't help but thinking. Her mother would be so ashamed. 

"I understand if you don't want to help me with my project." Her voice wavered slightly, the final word being ended abruptly. She could find someone else to help her, or else try and learn the programs herself. She knew little about mixing music, but it was a far better solution than not passing her project.

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Violinists Do It Better

It was just another day, it seemed, at the academy. Her day had went along like many others had prior: uneventfully. She often wondered if having such a routine schedule was healthy. Wake up, dress, study, classes, eat, practice, classes, study, write, eat, shower, sleep. Monotonous. She even had the thought pattern several times a week, deciding to do something spontaneous but never following through. Of course, the last time she spontaneously started a conversation it ended with the boy storming off. Her people skills were admittedly lacking.

Still, the music class was currently students sitting in groups sorted by instrument and then again by groups of friends as they all worked to learn their parts for the new song the instructor gave them. The instructor, of course, was sitting behind their desk with a cup of strong smelling coffee and a music magazine. Overhead the soft classical music played in the tune they were looking over.

She was one of the only students sitting alone. There was a boy near her, a few feet away. His violin was safely in it’s case, where most instruments were. They had only just gotten the music, after all. Practice would come after they listened to the melody and followed along with the sheet music. His hair and skin were a similar tone to hers. Pale snow and alabaster, contrasted by oddly colored eyes. 

She found herself beside moving closer to him before she was entirely sure what she was doing. It was far too late to back down, however. She was already close to him; he was sure to have noticed her presence by then. Rose laid her papers down beside his, glancing over to see his rather vivid eyes. “I noticed we were both rather secluded, which takes talent given how many students are in the room. Would it be too much of an inconvenience for me to join you?”

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Violin tucked safely away in his case on his lap, Karkat was looking over the new music. Seemed alright enough, and it was by Bach so you know, Karkat was over the moon. Of course, he wouldn’t show it in his face until he was alone and practicing later on. His canon in A minor to be precise, and Karkat had actually heard that song before, so it was nice knowing what was going on already. His fingers moving along the notes as he found each one and imagined them being played with each string he would pluck.

Noticing the girl beside him scooting closer, Karkat raised an eyebrow and decided to ignore her for the time being. Playing in front of other people was already irritating enough, but if Karkat was expected to mingle with them whilst playing as well then he might as well just leave. There was an extremely slim chance of him actually talking with someone and enjoying it in even the slightest bit. No one could make him enjoy it either. 

As she placed her papers beside his, Karkat looked over at her again. Most people would just stay away. But this school was odd. He didn’t know whether this was a good or bad thing yet. People hating Karkat was kind of his thing, if they didn’t hate him, then Karkat was left to wonder what was wrong with this smaller world he was now a part of. People were too nice, it was just so disgusting and left him uneasy.

"I guess not. What’s wrong with seclusion though?" Quite liking keeping to himself still, he wondered about her. She was just as light as he was. Oh. Maybe. Maybe that was it. The light made her look like she was made of snow that would melt if he touched her, and violet eyes that shimmered. It was pretty cool, not going to lie. 

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"There's nothing wrong with seclusion." Her lips offered a slight smirk. It was as if someone had spent a lifetime trying to perfect a smile, though all they could muster was the classic lip formation of someone who knew far more than they should. A smirk was Rose's signature smile. "However, there also isn't anything wrong with a change now and then." She sat down beside him, smoothing out the folds of her skirt before turning her attention back to the sheet music in front of them.

She was a fan of Bach, who wasn't? She'd listened to the piece before, but never with the detail she listened when she was learning. After staring intently at the page for a few moments she turned her gaze back to the boy beside her. This close to him, she was sure he had albinism as she did. It made her more aware of the lavender scent of the sunscreen she wore just in case she was stuck sitting at the window. 

"I'm Rose Lalonde. It's nice to meet you." She held out her hand. She was used to the pale skin stretching over the nimble fingers that had played her violin since she was old enough to hold one correctly. The black polish was chipping on one of the nails, she noticed, and made a note to fix it later that day. She light from the florescent bulbs overhead reflected off of his rumpled hair, and she fought the urge to straighten and sooth the locks. 

[tentecleacademic-blog]

Violinists Do It Better

It was just another day, it seemed, at the academy. Her day had went along like many others had prior: uneventfully. She often wondered if having such a routine schedule was healthy. Wake up, dress, study, classes, eat, practice, classes, study, write, eat, shower, sleep. Monotonous. She even had the thought pattern several times a week, deciding to do something spontaneous but never following through. Of course, the last time she spontaneously started a conversation it ended with the boy storming off. Her people skills were admittedly lacking.

Still, the music class was currently students sitting in groups sorted by instrument and then again by groups of friends as they all worked to learn their parts for the new song the instructor gave them. The instructor, of course, was sitting behind their desk with a cup of strong smelling coffee and a music magazine. Overhead the soft classical music played in the tune they were looking over.

She was one of the only students sitting alone. There was a boy near her, a few feet away. His violin was safely in it's case, where most instruments were. They had only just gotten the music, after all. Practice would come after they listened to the melody and followed along with the sheet music. His hair and skin were a similar tone to hers. Pale snow and alabaster, contrasted by oddly colored eyes. 

She found herself beside moving closer to him before she was entirely sure what she was doing. It was far too late to back down, however. She was already close to him; he was sure to have noticed her presence by then. Rose laid her papers down beside his, glancing over to see his rather vivid eyes. "I noticed we were both rather secluded, which takes talent given how many students are in the room. Would it be too much of an inconvenience for me to join you?"

[tentecleacademic-blog]

Music Store Rendezvous

[unironically-musical-blog]

"You aren’t looking at everything. What about other planets, solar systems? Who’s to say we aren’t soul swapping with an infinite amount of galaxies?" She was mocking him, though she didn’t personally care if he believed in reincarnation or not. She herself was undecided on her preference for afterlife theories. "How about this, Mister Strider. As soon as I’m aware of whatever my past life was, then I shall completely and sincerely believe you."

Rose nodded in agreeance, though she couldn’t actually grant him ownership of another human being. Benedict isn’t hers, nor did she want him to be. He certainly wasn’t Dave’s either, though. She watched him carefully. He looked questioning of her introduction, and she was inclined to explain. “Elementary, my dear Watson. Rudimentary, my dear Strider. I told you that we would need to avoid copy-write.”

He kind of wrinkled up his nose in distaste, narrowing his eyes at her, unamused. Seriously? He really couldn’t help his first impression meter from screaming, “bitch” inside of his head.

“Uh-huh.” he muttered blandly, rolling his eyes behind the protective guise of his shades and picking up his resin, turning as if to go. “Such a tempting offer, but I’m gonna pass.” he said. Even if she did make admittedly pretty awesome Sherlock Holmes jokes and references, she also apparentlly liked to take fantastic steaming dumps on his religion for her own amusement and that was notably less awesome. Meaning it was probably time for him to just take his purchases and leave.

[tentecleacademic-blog]

She let him walk away, sighing heavily under her breath. He took that far more seriously than she had previously thought. Way to go, Lalonde. Of course, she hadn't seen him around campus before. What was the chance she would now?

As she would come to find several days later, the chance was higher than she believed. "Professor" her voice was soft but confident as she approached her music teacher after class. She explained her current project to him: she was creating an original composition and dance for her ballet class. All she needed now was someone to help her mix the different tracks and takes together.

He arranged a meeting for her, and the next day during lunch she would find herself walking towards the music room. The door swung open to reveal a semi-familiar head of white hair. It was similar to snow-pale of her own locks. "Mister Strider." The teacher wasn't in the room. They likely had better things to do. Her voice seemed to catch in her throat. No, no. This wasn't good. She offended him the last they met. "Ah, may I begin by apologizing? I wasn't aware how seriously you took the subject."

[roxyfromtheblock-deactivated201]

And family means no one gets left behind

Roxy had been slipping again. Things were getting bad, her depression was back, and on top of that… She could feel them on her skin once again, the crawly things that didn’t exist. She was doing everything she could to keep herself from scratching. Gods it felt so wrong, unclean even. She didn’t feel like she was being watched though, which was a slight good thing in that nasty mix.

She clutched an armfull of her favorite plushies, trying to take deep breaths. This time however she wasn’t going to hold it in and not tell anyone. Roxy had set up a code for this, and it was that which she texted Rose.

"The mosquitos are really bad right now aren’t they?" It was something that she could do and let her know exactly what was happening without having to let others around Rose who might see her phone know. Roxy curls up and tries her best to keep her mind occupied till Rose could get there.

[tentecleacademic-blog]

She wasn't doing anything particularly eventful that evening. The studio was empty, save for her. She kept the lights off, watching her dim reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors.She watched each pirouette, plie. Each move, with discerning eyes. For nearly an hour the music playing overheard was uninterrupted. She danced to the recordings of her original violin compositions until a small vibration caught her attention. A few tones followed. The melody of the notes were far different than the current composition. It was unmistakable as the score she had set for her sisters messages and calls.  She abruptly ended her dance, the music still playing as she rushed across the polished floors. Roxy texting her wasn't startling in itself, though most people left Rose undisturbed when she was practicing. Roxy especially had always respected her studio time, and she was sure she told her she would be practicing that evening. It must be important, she thought, and important it was. Her worries were proven true at a quick glace. 

"I quite agree. I'll be over shortly with insect repellent." It only took her seconds to take her mp3 player from the dock, stopping the somber melody in mid-note. Her ballet shoes were removed just as quickly, thrown in her bag and replaced with simple black flats. She didn't bother changing from her soft pink tights and black leotard, or even fix her slightly sweaty disheveled hair as she rushed towards the dorms, her sisters' in particular. The only stop she made was a vending machine, picking up a few bottles of water and her sisters' favorite snacks. Perhaps five minutes after receiving the text she stood in front of room 108, knocking briskly on the door.

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Music Store Rendezvous

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 He frowned a bit at that, wrinkling his nose. 

  “Yeah but you’re not looking at everything.” he scoffed, mildly miffed. “What about all the animals? People aren’t just reincarnated as people.” he argued. “There’s more people, but less, like, tigers and fish. Maybe a bunch of people have just lived their lives with good karma and all that.” he insisted. 

  “And good. Benedict Cumberbatch is mine, you can’t have him.” he informed her, nodding a little. No one was going to take him Battlebear Cucumber away from him. No one. 

 ”Nice to meet you, I guess.” he said, raising a brow at her greeting. Everything else was kind unimportant, because he was going to totally school this bitch on rebirth. 

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"You aren't looking at everything. What about other planets, solar systems? Who's to say we aren't soul swapping with an infinite amount of galaxies?" She was mocking him, though she didn't personally care if he believed in reincarnation or not. She herself was undecided on her preference for afterlife theories. "How about this, Mister Strider. As soon as I'm aware of whatever my past life was, then I shall completely and sincerely believe you."

Rose nodded in agreeance, though she couldn't actually grant him ownership of another human being. Benedict isn't hers, nor did she want him to be. He certainly wasn't Dave's either, though. She watched him carefully. He looked questioning of her introduction, and she was inclined to explain. "Elementary, my dear Watson. Rudimentary, my dear Strider. I told you that we would need to avoid copy-write."

[tentecleacademic-blog]

Music Store Rendezvous

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"I can’t say that I’m surprised in the least." Her earlier theory was proven correct by the boy in front of her. She felt nearly superior, her intellectual talents correctly guessing a bit of information from the boy in front of her. Still, Rose would never allow herself to seem that cocky. Pride led to arrogance, after all. 

"You seemed to know what you were doing. I had assumed cello by your choice." Rose used plenty of rosin in her school work. Violin, ballet. When the floor was too slippery she and the others would often apply it to the bottoms of their shoes to grip better. After all, ballet was dangerous and small slips could lead to broken bones. "Do you go to the Academy? I must admit that you look vaguely familiar." Wonderful attempt at making a friend, Lalonde. Absolutely splendid.

 He scoffed a bit, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Actually, wait a minute, he could totally roll his eyes. She wouldn’t even see it because aviators. Dave rolls his eyes so hard he might have popped a blood vessel in his retinas. 

  “Yes, you’re clearly the reincarnation of Sherlock Holmes. I must be Watson. Quick, tell me it’s ‘Elementary, dear Strider.’ I bet we could totally have a TV show if we wanted. Because we all know you can never have enough Sherlock Holmes spin-off tv series. Do you think we’ll get to meet Benedict Cumberbatch? Because that guy in a hunk.” he hummed, nodding a bit to himself.

 ”And yeah. I go to the Academy. I assume you do too. My name’s Dave… what’s yours?”

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She would, of course, miss the rolling of his eyes. She couldn't be blamed for it, of course; he didn't want her to see. Had she seen it, Rose would likely say he deserved any and all popped blood vessels that happened as a result of said eye roll. She had meant it as a complement, after all. He seemed to know what he was doing. Generally that was seen as a good thing. Perhaps it was her tone or bluntness.

"A reincarnation? While I find the accusation interesting and mildly flattering, I hardly believe in reincarnation. At least, assuming time is linear and souls could only travel forward, there would be no way to explain the population growth. If it weren't linear it would be possible for the same soul to be in two people at once. They could even know each other. It all sounds unlikely." She cut herself off, realizing she had gone off on some sort of irrelevant tangent. She wasn't even supposed to display any interest in science, by her own rules.

"We should stay away from copyrights like that, instead clearly ripping them off while staying far away so that they could take no legal action." She flashed him a smirk, meeting his gaze. At least, where he presumed his gaze to be. "You may meet him. Anything is possible if you believe, or so my mother says. If he does come, you may have him." She held no real attraction towards the man, though she hardly found physical attraction in anyone. "As for my identity, it's rudimentry, dear Strider. Rose Lalonde, at your service."

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Academic Aquaintences

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  "The piece in the middle of Act Two, where the lighting and props crew burst out and- really? This script has to be a joke." A play about a play being put on. No, actually, a musical about a play being put on. It seemed to border somewhere between ‘entertaining’ and ‘soul destroying’ in terms of the themes amidst it. “Apparently, I am playing the part of the ‘head of lighting’, and the ‘head of props’ and I begin lamenting about the struggles of working backstage. This script is truly something.” Raising a slender brow, she thumbed through the few pages of dialogue that precedented the musical number, before scanning over the actual lyrics to the song. “Though I’d rather partake in something a little more serious, we should be able to work through this with relative ease.”

Though the concept of the play just screamed ‘amateur theatre company’, the prospect of working with a music magnet rather than a backing track was one that Kanaya couldn’t help but be slightly grateful to have. “I suppose this particular number will incorporate an upbeat tone to suggest humour, but with appropriate crescendos when boisterous complaints are made. Or something along those lines. My character seems to be a bit of a dreg, so I suppose experimentation is in order.” The younger Maryam’s British lilt would hardly fit with the lazy ‘head of lighting’ role, but accent adjustments could be made later on. Hopefully.

The jade green of her eyes tore away from the paper to look at Rose’s pools of swirling lilac, and she didn’t hesitate for a single moment to accept the offer. “That would be much appreciated. Perhaps that’ll inspire some ideas for us to bounce around.” …Alright, truth be told, Kanaya hadn’t the faintest clue as to how she was supposed to compose a track for any instrument. Really, her only purpose for being there was her voice. “Would you like a chair?” Kanaya offered as she walked towards the stack of chairs situated in the corner of the room, pulling one out for herself and offering to grab another one with her free hand.

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Rose nodded as she listened to Kanaya, deciding to thoroughly read their assigned portioned as soon as she played for Kanaya. She would likely ask Kanaya to sing for her afterwards so that she could better match the music to the vocals. "While I agree that it isn't the best piece, it is quite out of my hands. However, let us simply use our energy to try to make it at least slightly better." She listened carefully to Kanaya's summerisation of the tone, forming a tune in her head. It was far from a final project, of course. She didn't even know the lyrics or the basic melodies. The beat would likely be far from what they would need. Still, it was necessary for her to do something to showcase her abilities in what they were doing.

"A chair would be lovely, thank you." Rose flashed her a smile, though, as per usual, her crooked smile was more reminiscent of a knowing smirk. She didn't often sit while playing, but it would be much welcomed after she finished. The blonde wasted little time in lifting the violin to her chin and adjusting her grip on the bow. The first notes sounded quickly, not waiting for Kanaya to finish with the chairs before starting. She formed an upbeat tone, or at least as upbeat as little planning could make. It was hardly her usual tone, but she tried, at the very least. A few breaks, rapid and dramatic changes to indicate questioning. It was what was asked of her, of course. She finished as abruptly as she started, lowering the bow and returning her gaze to Kanaya. "Is that a sufficient enough taste of my abilities?"

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Music Store Rendezvous

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He raised a brow at that, giving her a look. 

 ”I know my rosins. But I play the cello. Or, rather, that’s the instrument that I play that requires rosin.” he added in, shrugging a little. “But this is the best rosin that I’ve found. And one of the best brands in general. So, it suits me plenty well.” he added in. 

 Simply a conversation? No. Clearly this was a battle of wills. She just didn’t realize it. And Dave wasn’t actually going to tell her that, either, he was just going to silently think it for his own amusement but mostly just act otherwise. 

 Hey, Rose wasn’t the only one here who had their moments of social ineptitude. Except that moment would pretty much be Dave’s entire life. He just learned to cover it up pretty well. Sometimes.

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"I can't say that I'm surprised in the least." Her earlier theory was proven correct by the boy in front of her. She felt nearly superior, her intellectual talents correctly guessing a bit of information from the boy in front of her. Still, Rose would never allow herself to seem that cocky. Pride led to arrogance, after all. 

"You seemed to know what you were doing. I had assumed cello by your choice." Rose used plenty of rosin in her school work. Violin, ballet. When the floor was too slippery she and the others would often apply it to the bottoms of their shoes to grip better. After all, ballet was dangerous and small slips could lead to broken bones. "Do you go to the Academy? I must admit that you look vaguely familiar." Wonderful attempt at making a friend, Lalonde. Absolutely splendid.

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Unplanned rendezvous of the brooding variety

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She smiled, shaking her head. “I assumed you were Roxy, for a second, but that’s clearly not the case. You might bring out my long winded side as much as my sister does. I’m Porrim, nice to meet you.” She spoke in a friendly tone, but her looming silhouette with light coming only from two flashlights, and a few lights installed along the path behind her must have been disconcerting. It was, at least, a welcome relief for her as she sat down. “I hate to break you out of your literary stupor, or whatever you might want to call it, but I’m achingly curious. What program are you in, but more importantly, what are you reading?”

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Rose stifled a sigh, once again having the fact that her sister was far better at any form of socialization than she. She envied the seemingly care-free style of her sister, how she actually had friends. "Long winded is most often my primary setting, as you may soon find out. That is, of course, you choose to take this seat as opposed to seats anywhere else on campus. It is a bit late to be leaving, what with curfews."

Rose looked away from the girl's silhouette, her features hidden behind the flashlight she held. Her gaze focused instead on the plain cover of the book in front of her. Black leather with gold leafed pages and words. "The Completely Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe." It was a parting gift from her mother before heading off the the academy. Rose, of course, wanted the Lovecraft one. Still, Poe was more than decent, and Mother had promised to get her Lovecraft upon graduating.

"Rose Lalonde, at your service.. I gather that you are quite acquainted with my twin sister? Oddly, I met your sister earlier. We've a project to complete together." At her questions, Rose first shifted her light to flash off the cover of the book. The silver light reflected beautifully off the gold leaf, reflecting off the letters perfectly. It seemed the words were illuminated. "I'm here for both academic and artistic reasons. Literature accelerated, dance and music magnet. And yourself, Miss Maryam?"