Post by Aeryn Brady on Feb 7, 2007 9:44:36 GMT -5
No one would be outside today, right? It was getting warmer rapidly, and it hadn't rained in God knows how long, but it was still Winter. People shouldn't come and bother her out here, guys in particular. And hey, anyone who did find her out here wouldn't want to talk to her, anyway. Would you, seriously? She was the rather cold, cynical, sarcastic new girl who clearly didn't want to be heard or spoken to- and although they wouldn't know those bits of her personality from straight off, they soon would. Like, before, guys in particular.
The girl was obviously not in one of the best moods today.
Ryn shook her head with a roll of her large, dark eyes, and, shoving her guitar case into her other hand because the wrist of her right one was beginning to ache, she wandered along the path. New schools were always hard, she supposed, but this one was even more so, by the rumours of Death Eater attacks that she had heard. Things would, hopefully, get better, and she wouldn't be stuck outside on a Saturday afternoon with just a bench, guitar and herself for company. But perhaps a bit of a sing, in the peace and quiet - on her own - would help her to lose herself in her mind, just for a moment or two.
She was dressed down, today; though, she was most days, in fact. Baggy jeans were on her bottom half, so long that they almost completely covered her feet, and dragged on the -thankfully - dry ground. You could see the tip of white trainers poking out from beneath the denim. She had a black tee-shirt on, but you couldn't see it underneath the crimson hoodie with the black, broken heart on the front that was over the top.
The Lioano slowly walked to the furthest corner of the courtyard, a small area with one bench that was surrounded on almost all sides with hedges taller than her, with just a tiny space at the front to get in. She could barely be seen, from here. Privacy to strum her guitar and sing her troubles away, yes? God, that sounded corny, but yes. That was what she was planning to do. She hadn't sung for ages, and the move had been so stressful... this would be perfect. She flicked her red hair, which was left down today, over her shoulder, and sighed.
Pulling the acoustic guitar from it's case, Ryn searched around in her pockets for a guitar pick, and pulled out a plain yellow one with scratches all over it. It looked a bit worse for wear, but she had had it for a long time, and though it wouldn't win any beauty contests, it would do for now. She started to play, not knowing if it was right or not, but improvising and ignoring anything she did wrong. Hell, was there even a guitar in this song? There was in Aeryn Brady's version, and she sang along softly. After a time, she put the guitar back in the case with some effort, and then sat on the ground, leaning against the bench. Thank God that it wasn't muddy.
"Take my shoulder, back now," she sang quietly, her deep, slightly rough voice with it's Irish sounding quite nice, surprisingly. "Your head's too heavy, for me. Please don't come around here no more, cause I asked you to stop, and you wouldn't. And I would give anything, to make you better..."
The girl was obviously not in one of the best moods today.
Ryn shook her head with a roll of her large, dark eyes, and, shoving her guitar case into her other hand because the wrist of her right one was beginning to ache, she wandered along the path. New schools were always hard, she supposed, but this one was even more so, by the rumours of Death Eater attacks that she had heard. Things would, hopefully, get better, and she wouldn't be stuck outside on a Saturday afternoon with just a bench, guitar and herself for company. But perhaps a bit of a sing, in the peace and quiet - on her own - would help her to lose herself in her mind, just for a moment or two.
She was dressed down, today; though, she was most days, in fact. Baggy jeans were on her bottom half, so long that they almost completely covered her feet, and dragged on the -thankfully - dry ground. You could see the tip of white trainers poking out from beneath the denim. She had a black tee-shirt on, but you couldn't see it underneath the crimson hoodie with the black, broken heart on the front that was over the top.
The Lioano slowly walked to the furthest corner of the courtyard, a small area with one bench that was surrounded on almost all sides with hedges taller than her, with just a tiny space at the front to get in. She could barely be seen, from here. Privacy to strum her guitar and sing her troubles away, yes? God, that sounded corny, but yes. That was what she was planning to do. She hadn't sung for ages, and the move had been so stressful... this would be perfect. She flicked her red hair, which was left down today, over her shoulder, and sighed.
Pulling the acoustic guitar from it's case, Ryn searched around in her pockets for a guitar pick, and pulled out a plain yellow one with scratches all over it. It looked a bit worse for wear, but she had had it for a long time, and though it wouldn't win any beauty contests, it would do for now. She started to play, not knowing if it was right or not, but improvising and ignoring anything she did wrong. Hell, was there even a guitar in this song? There was in Aeryn Brady's version, and she sang along softly. After a time, she put the guitar back in the case with some effort, and then sat on the ground, leaning against the bench. Thank God that it wasn't muddy.
"Take my shoulder, back now," she sang quietly, her deep, slightly rough voice with it's Irish sounding quite nice, surprisingly. "Your head's too heavy, for me. Please don't come around here no more, cause I asked you to stop, and you wouldn't. And I would give anything, to make you better..."
