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[Blake Riina Kildal]

Blake sat perched perfectly still behind the piano, the practice room quiet and the door propped open since there was no one around. Music was something few people took for granted and she was grateful for the quiet, however she did wish she had someone to play for. Experienced slender fingers danced over the piano keys like a long forgotten lover before any notes were played.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes as she pressed down with her fingers, a Beethoven piece coming out in near perfection. It was obvious that she hadn't played in a while, the notes seemed to stick but as she played on the piece grew smoother and it soon became that she didn't miss a single note. The music was lovely and she just played, her brilliant eyes closed as she let the music wash over her.

The notes carried out into the halls, telling anyone that someone with some skill was playing the piano, a hard concept in itself to master, but Blake was just warming up, her fingers flying through the few pieces she had memorized as she transitioned from Beethoven to some scales, letting her fingers and voice do the work.

Blake loved music, it was one thing she grew passionate about and would fight to keep, even if it meant she was in trouble. Her voice rose up and down in scales, sometimes leaping up an octave only to come back down to a more relaxed tone before she went back to just playing the piano. The only time Blake really wished for company was when she was playing music, something that really should be shared.

She opened her eyes and watched her fingers dance across the keys, black and white keys that made wonderful music for the time being. The music died down a bit and a rustle of paper was heard as sheet music was propped up and the music slowly picked back up. Blake had a few pieces that she loved to play but hadn't memorized or perfected because they were long and difficult, mostly Bach and a few of Beethoven's, but she persisted nevertheless at them, wanting them to be perfect and just enjoying the music but wishing there was someone to share it with.

[erin]

Erin didn’t speak a word, he didn’t dare to. If he made a sound, he would give himself away and he did not want that. For you see the boy was in the room, well sort of. He was in the doorway, leaning against the frame, eyes closed while he allowed himself to be swoon by the music. Yes, it was a bit rough at first the girl’s skills shined through by how easily she was able to make it turn smooth. This was a treat to Erin, no a prize. Being in this strange school was insane and he hated it, but at this moment it felt not so bad. Erin loved music, all forms really, and hearing this girl play so gently was better then anything. It did make him is home though, often sneaking in and listening to his brother practice the same instrument, though certainly not the same pieces.

In his eyes, the girl showed a sense of intelligence by being bale to pull off such a well played piece. Some of them the boy knew, and in his head he would play the melody in time with the girl’s notes, ever so softly humming them. His arms were crossed over his chest, standing in a rather relaxed fashion. Not too far from his more aware self, but in most cases Erin would never allow himself to appear lazy or worse, improper. Raised his life on a rule book and biblical parents, he knew better then to allow himself to slip.

But then, with this in mind the boy can’t help but wonder what possessed him to walk further into the room. Unaware of his own actions as they occurred, he found himself by the piano, hand resting on the sleek black beauty. A smile fell form his lips as his dark eyes swept over the girl; she was attractive in the least, if not one of the more or most, pleasant he had seen in a place like this. His words came a moment later, for some reason not wishing to break the sound. ”..Bach?” He spoke the name carefully, in case his logic was wrong and he was simply making a fool, something he deeply did not wish to do. Epically since this girl seemed to be one of the first sane he had met. Really, some people here were something he could not see on normal streets. ”..that is the last piece you played, yes?”. His voice was slightly deep, his puberty age having passed. A curious spark went off in his eyes, fingers sliding along the sleek instrument as he stopped beside her seat, the smile ever so present. ”You play wonderfully miss.”

[Blake Riina Kildal]

Blake's eyes darted up as her fingers stilled on the keyboard, the sound dying off slowly in the room before she smiled, reaching one hand up to brush her hair behind her ears. "Yes, that would have been a Bach. Do you play as well?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as she watched him, eyes blinking innocently up at the newcomer.

She smiled slightly at this last statement before shaking her head. "My name is Blake, I'm too young for anyone to call me 'miss', but thank you," she said with light laugh before scooting away from the keyboard a bit so she could better see the person that had just walked in and startled her. She was slightly wary of some of the people here, but that did not stop her from making new 'friends' or, much preferably to her, people that she had use for later on.

Blake wasn't really much one for making friends, used to being alone, so here was quite different and she was starting to enjoy it,despite having no one on the outside that really cared for her or that she knew of. Her family was entirely dead (she was blamed for all of it) and now that she was here, surrounded by people who were in similar situations she found it easy to make some semblance of 'friends'.

She was more curious about the new boy, eyes taking in his features as she spoke, multi-tasking as she moved her music aside, so the boy could sit down and play if he said he did. To her it didn't matter, she played when she felt like it or when someone asked her to play or if someone wanted to play music with her, she enjoyed it all. "So, what's your name?"

[erin]

The boy can't help but smile when the girl respones to him, and in a rather pleased manner. So she wasn't upset with him having listening in, this assured the boy. Relaxing a bit he nodded softly and glances back at the piano once only before letting his eyes be caught up in the others. She was really quite beautiful. What did his mother use to say? Beauty was killer. Strange words, but somehow he knew that everything couldn't be trusted here. Still, this girl seemed well enough so he felt it was fine to loosen up a bit. She had a nice voice, better then the gruff male voice's has had been subjected to all day.

"My brother use to play alot. I played a bit with him...but I can't say I'm any good." His words held a bit of a friendly tone to them and he was more then pleased when he felt the girl looking him over. She wasn't rejected his precence, so this was good. He had to admit the girl had a very lovely name, one he hadn't heard very often. I am Erin.

The boy moved to sit beside the girl, seeing the invitation. His smile softened as his fingers brushed the cold ivony keys. It seemed so long ago that he had sat beside his brother and practiced keys with him. Curious, he gently pressed down and let a low note fill the air. Without meaning it, a rather childish grin grows before he places his fingers down and a few notes. They were a bit rough at the start but soon they eased into the part of a traning piano set, one he studyed with his brother. Erin wasn't very good with the large item, but the training pieces he could at least pull off.

[Blake Riina Kildal]

Blake smiled lightly as she listened, fingers picking up the keys and the melody in a higher octave. Playing with someone was always a treat, especially if it was someone who she had never played with before. She enjoyed finding out what others enjoyed in music and then working to incorporate that and make something that was more and people enjoyed. It was the only time that she ever went out of her way to get to know someone, instead much preferring to be by herself and alone all the time without stable friendships.

To Blake, music was how she built any sort of relationship, words were superfluous to her and she preferred the sweet melodies. "Of course, Erin, practice makes perfect," she said with a smile as she continued the lighter melody around Erin's lower melody, complementing the notes already filling the air around them as she hummed along.

"Did you ever have any intent to pursue the music? Or were you content to play with your brother?" she asked with interest. Blake tilted her head to the side, watching him and the keys her fingers were moving over so fluidly. Music was one of her passions and one of the few things she was good at and took any sort of passion or lasting interest in. She didn't have friends because they changed unpredictably but music was predictable and something that she could tolerate.

"Do you have a favorite composer or style of music?" she asked, curiously as she watched him and decided to learn about the seemingly innocent boy who had appeared.

[erin]

The girl’s words made him smile, then again everything she was doing made him smile. Erin wasn’t fully sure why he was reacting this way, but no doubt he was for reasons he wasn’t going to say allowed. He was scared to say it, not wanting to upset the girl but…well she reminded him of Elisa. His sweetheart from back home, they had several things in common, and those few things were enough to tug at his heart, making him yearn to be near the girl. As the melody filled the air, the boy felt all his nerves from the past weeks fade away. Strange that such a simple thing like playing the piano could do this. Erin never really even loved the musical item. It had always been his brother’s interest, but now, well he was starting fond of it.

“er…” The girl’s words brought an uneasy smile but he decided honesty was best and merely shook his head. “No, I never really had any interest in the piano. Never even thought of it tell my brother started playing. He hated to be alone though, so he often pulled me into practice with him…” Erin’s soft smile returned, eased at the memories.

The boy fell silent, his fingers still moving with the music, though his eyes were locked on the girl’s hands. They moved so easily, as if she was a master; by the way she played, it was close enough. She seemed so calm, so in control. It was crazy. Smiling slightly, the boy let his hands slid away from the keys and continued to watch her, almost missing the question. He gave her a curious look before a small smile, speaking playfully. “Well, if I keep listening to this, it’s going to be you” A small laugh escaped the honest child, teasing her softly. “You’re very talented miss!”