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| Javarius Askolov | Jul 10 2012, 02:12 AM Post #16 |
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Javarius did not know much about eye problems, but he did know a tiny bit. He knew a few kids at Durmstrang that wore glasses. They had been willing to share a few things to him. They had been a few first years. He had wrote all about it in his journal, but it had gotten stolen from him. His journal had been the closest thing to family for Javar, and sometimes it was depressing thinking about all the words that had gotten stolen from him. The first few day after he got mugged, Javar was so sad and depressed about the whole things. It made him sad that his journal had gotten stolen. It had contained songs, sheet music,school spells and notes, and heartfelt entries. Words did not come to Javar easily, so he felt like words were stolen from him. Words he could never get back. Days had turned into weeks and weeks into months. He had gotten over it. He felt he would never completely heal from the experience. He would definitely grow from it. He promised himself that. Javar shrugged. The only singing he did was to make sure the lyrics went along with the melody. He did not sing because he loved it. It was more like he sang because that what songwriters did to make sure the song flowed well. "I guess so, yeah." he said. He had never tried to see if he could sing well or bad. He just tried to make the song flow good. That's all that mattered to him. He would rather someone else sing his songs than him sing them himself. That was just how he was. Javar nodded. Stefan seemed interested in Javar now. It was like the awkward atmosphere had weakened. It was strange for him to be talking to Stefan about his interests, but he could deal with it for now. He did not really mind. "Yeah, I had a whole journal full of sheet music and lyrics. Sadly, I don't have them anymore." he said and looked down at his lap. He neatly folded up the paper and stuffed it in his pocket along with his pen. |
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| Stefan Archer | Jul 17 2012, 06:33 AM Post #17 |
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[justify]Music had always been something that The colourind teen had lacked in his life. Whether it was lyrical or just the melody. Music had never been something he had. He had never been able to just sit and sing. No one had ever allowed him too. His father had struck him when he thought Stefan was just humming. Singing for that reason was out the window. He had always loved hearing Kate sing. He always loved the music that played at the Halloween feast or the yuleball. Stefan had never known what anything was and he was always humming along and despite the fact he had no idea what they were. He never really understood where the music came from. It was something that to him just appeared he hadn't thought of how much work went into it. He didn't know. How was he able to know. Music had never been allowed. Watch Javar write on the paper fascinated him. He was sure that if anything music was a way of talking. That a person could say exactly how they felt by creating a song. It seemed a little odd to him. That such a process could then impact others to do the same. Stefan wondered if he would be able to do it. If he knew how to sing, or if he would be able to write lyrics for a song. He wouldn't ever know. Stefan didn't want to write about what he'd been through, talking about it was hard enough writing would be just as hard. He didn't ever want to experience such things again. Remembering memories he'd long left at the back of his mind. Stefan eyes were on the boy's writing on the paper. He wondered what it could lead to. What would it sound like in the end. Music had always been missing in his life. He had always wanted to be able to spend hours listening to music. He wondered if Javar would ever sell his songs and become well known. Which was not a desire he actually had. Stefan hoped for the best for Javar. A part of the former slytherin hoped for the best for him. Stefan knew he more or less deserved the situation he was in, but this guy who was clearly talented, Stefan hoped he would make it. There as a wonder in Stefan, what had happened that he had lost everything else. It was probably something that he wouldn't want to talk about. Stefan Archer wished he would be able to help, but they were both as far as he was aware underage and therefore could not get it back with magic. He felt somewhat sory about it. "I'm sorry." he apologized. Unsurewhy he was apologizing but he felt bad. Stefan was so wrapped up in what he saw as his minor issues and the guy next to him had lost his music book. Which he was sure had meant a lot to the guy. "How long have you been writing songs for?" Stefan asked briefly looking up at him, before back at the paper. "Is music what you want to do with your life?" in parts Stefan felt odd talking about the future when for him, he was always unsure about the future. Everything was as blurry as his own eyesight. Well at least for him it was. Stefan was curious to know if some one in a similar situation as his, with a similar background as his had long term plans and ambitions. It was always something he'd wondered about, thought about trying to create a plan or ambition, but each time he'd tried something else had come up and thrown him off, which made him less motivated to even bother. sorry about the wait and how lame it is![/justify] |
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| Javarius Askolov | Jul 21 2012, 04:13 PM Post #18 |
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Javarius slouched even more on the bench. He had started to get cramps in his legs, and they were pretty long. Javar sometimes wondered if he had giant blood in him. He knew he did not because he would be much taller if he did. He did not want to attract any attention to himself. He already looked unusual walking the streets. Being a giant would just make him look like a freak. He did not like getting unecessary attention. It made him uncomfortable. For now, he just wanted to be a normal kid that survived on the streets. There was probably nothing normal about that. He looked down at his shoes. They were all dirty. Javar took extra care of his shoes, but they just looked like a dog had took a dump all over them. He smacked his lips. "My poor shoes." he mumbled sadly to himself. Javar rolled his eyes. What was Stefan apologizing for? There was nothing to be sorry about. He honestly hated apologizing. He did not like doing it, but sometimes he had to swallow his pride any apologize for the rude things that would come out of his mouth. "Is there a reason why you said that?" he asked in an irritated voice. He was glad that Stefan could not reall see his facial expression because he did not look happy. "Since my third year at Durmstrang." he said simply. His past life seemed to interest Stefan, but it was really not anything special. It was nothing special. All he knew was some Dark magic and some cooking and cleaning spells. No one but Javar knew about his cooking talents. He loved to make food. He loved to clean too. Which was sad if you considered his situation. He was always dirty, and this did not make him happy. Javar shrugged. "Maybe, but I am not even sure that I'm going to be able to make it to that point in life, you know?" he said lowly. He was talking in a very morbid way. Sometimes there were days were his situation really got to him. Most days he was apathetic about it, but sometimes he just felt like jumping in a trash can and letting one of those muggle machines take him away. He had never slept in a trash can, and he still had no plans on doing so either. |
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