Beginner's Luck (Open)

[Tsubasa Jiyuu]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width:400px;background:#eee;border-radius:30px 0 30px 0;border:1px solid #e6e6e6;,true][atrb=style,padding-top:15px;][atrb=align,center][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style] [style=margin:0 20px;padding:0 10px 5px;font:13pt georgia;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.2em;border-bottom:2px solid #bbb;color:#ccc;text-shadow:#ddd 1px 1px 1px;]Donec gravida[/style][style=margin:0 19px;font:8pt helvetica;text-align:justify;line-height:99%;padding:5px 10px;background:#e6e6e6;border-radius:0 0 20px 0;border:1px solid #ebebeb;border-top:0;color:#959595]It was mid-afternoon on a school day, and Jiyuu, decided he should go to the only club he joined. The session was over, but Jiyuu didn’t want to look like a fool in playing an instrument for the first time. It oddly self-conscious of him, maybe it was just a new experience he didn’t chance to have and didn’t want to be ruined by anybody. He wanted to play a song his mother used to sang as a kid, and since he wanted to play it for himself. Maybe it was his way getting by through his “streak”. Jiyuu walked into the club room, it was empty and all vacated out. The time was perfect, he set himself, and put his wooden, yet newly bought guitar in front of him after he pulled it out from his case. This guitar, he actually he paid it himself, he had never any lessons before, today would be his debut. What wanted to play was something called, “Have you seen the rain?” For Jiyuu, it reminded him of his mother, giving some soothing peace after a cold long day. All that was needed from Jiyuu was to try. He tapped the guitar, to get the tune of the playing in his mind, and from there, he will slowly word out the lyrics to that very same song. It was silent at first when he tapped the wood of the guitar, but words were spilling out, bit by bit, “. . . Someone . . . told me, long ago. Dada, dada. . .” Jiyuu didn’t know the song fully really well, what was important at least at the time, was the tune of it. He was so ready, so focused to play it for himself. But, when he tried to pull the strings of the guitar, like all beginners with no instruction he messed up a bit. With a little however, he can do it.[/style][style=margin:5px 20px;font:7pt helvetica;text-align:justify;text-transform:uppercase;color:#ccc;line-height:99%;padding:5px 10px;text-shadow:#ddd 1px 1px 1px;]words 322   tags Public   notes "N/A"   credit table made by greyson of ote[/style]

[Tsukuda Kohaku]

Every string plucked, every note struck from Jiyuu's guitar molds itself around the senses like clay. A piece of coal, begging to be refined. "There's a calm before th' storm, I know. And it's been comin' for some time." His melding melody is soon join by rhythmic claps that follow obediently along with the tune of his guitar. Her voice can make one envision this is what it sounds like when doves cry. . .in pain.

Someone told her long ago that when you hear a good song you know, you finish it. Or perhaps she just another thing Kohaku has fooled herself into believing real. "When it's over, so they say. It'll rain a. . .a. . .when it'll rain. . ." Kohaku's claps degenerate into choppy, awkward slaps. Both palms were smacking each other in disdain for losing the flow of the string's notes. She's trying to wrack her brain for the rest of the song. ". . .when. . .there's storm clouds and. . .you know, lightning. And. Shit." Slowly, her arms fall to her sides, and she's left just staring at the male from across the otherwise, vacant room. Disappointment burns intensely within her emerald eyes. It was one thing to stab at the music with her horrible singing voice, but to forget the lyrics was downright murder. "Bro. Just. . .wow." Kohaku flushes with embarrassment.

Dear god. She wanted to be the one to turn this stranger's raw talent into a well done feast for the ears. But instead, she burned the everloving hell out of it. "I can change, I swear." She speaks with the sincere passion of a lover towards Jiyuu. Both were present within this very room because their hearts belonged to music. "Just give me another chance."

[Tsubasa Jiyuu]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width:400px;background:#eee;border-radius:30px 0 30px 0;border:1px solid #e6e6e6;,true][atrb=style,padding-top:15px;][atrb=align,center][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style][style=display:inline-block;border:2px solid #ebebeb;height:85px;width:85px;margin:0 1px;][/style] [style=margin:0 20px;padding:0 10px 5px;font:13pt georgia;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.2em;border-bottom:2px solid #bbb;color:#ccc;text-shadow:#ddd 1px 1px 1px;]Donec gravida[/style][style=margin:0 19px;font:8pt helvetica;text-align:justify;line-height:99%;padding:5px 10px;background:#e6e6e6;border-radius:0 0 20px 0;border:1px solid #ebebeb;border-top:0;color:#959595]A sudden chill ran up on Jiyuu’s spine, it was not some premonition of something fearsome going to happen, it already came. It was an unfamiliar, voice, and Jiyuu thought he was all alone, and what made matters even worse, it was a girl’s voice. He always had a record of being a bit timid around the girls in the past, and landed him into trouble, and bringing some caution to his health. Though, can he just simply retain his composure? However, that possibility is almost not possible for him right now. Oh, his only silver lining that he won’t injure himself . . . much. In Jiyuu’s shock, he would slowly turn the half of his body around, hoping that he was just imaging things. But, the hope was dashed aside instant, as his gazed was placed on this girl he had never met before. Quickly, his face was getting redder and redder, and what the girl said sincerely didn’t help at all either, it just makes the red spike up tremendously. It got to the usual point, where might do something he might regret. He shouted in an “eeeeee” like noise, as quicken pace on backing up, and in this backing up it would be hard to see what’s behind himself. Eventually, almost not second longer, he tripped onto his back, and yet, he would still keep going on the floor. His destination point was the wall, and he would be trapped. For him, it looked things were at his worse, and only made just a shuttering reply back to the mysterious girl. “Wh-wh-who arrrrrrrrre YOU!” He said in a bashful, yet flushed with embarrassment, at least he didn’t speak any gibberish. This time, in his streak, he was actually luckier than most times. Was it a sign of improvement? No, it wasn’t, not by a long shot.[/style][style=margin:5px 20px;font:7pt helvetica;text-align:justify;text-transform:uppercase;color:#ccc;line-height:99%;padding:5px 10px;text-shadow:#ddd 1px 1px 1px;]words310   tags President girl!   notes "Kryptonite go!"   credit table made by greyson of ote[/style]