Realistic or Modern Abandoned

[DeerPrince]

After greeting all the others, Ara had walked back to her room, granola bar and banana in hand. Quickly wolfing down the goods, she wiped her hands of her dress before sitting down to her shiny Yamaha piano. Before her parents had died, she had taken piano lessons, starting at the tender age of three. After showing extreme talent in music, she entered her first music competition at four. After the death of her parents, she had kept up with lessons for the next four years, and ultimately completing grade eight trinity at the age of twelve.


Letting her long nimble fingers rest in the cool ivory colored keys, she shut her pale eyes and began to play. Torrents of notes rained from her fingers, flying over the keys, pressing these chords and high speed grace notes, followed by arpeggios, warming her fingers up. With her eyes still closed she launched into the Moonlight Sonata.

 

[GrieveWriter]

Stewart glanced back from the table with an unreadable face, "Ah, so the prodigal son of ignorance returns to make snide remarks."


He snarled to himself before returning his attention to the meal, "Do not worry child, I shall not make you suffer through being fed what you register as slop. No, you shall be cooking for yourself from now on. The slop that I serve shall be nowhere close to that rocket fueled mouth of yours."

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

"Come now, chef. Slop? Your putting words in my mouth rather then the more beneficial food."Aaron said remaining unfazed by Stewards threat, in fact he was resisting the urge to laugh."Touche this morning arent we? All i asked, in my own way i will admit. how is the food today? I meant to criticism by it. Wait this is not about those cream filled donuts a modified to be mayo fille....Never mind."

 

[GrieveWriter]

"My cooking is already horrible enough without imbeciles sneaking alternate condiments inside it," Stewart said as he glanced down at the meal in disgust "Look at it... mocking me with its blatant imperfections. I feel it insulting me... insulting everything I've ever tried to accomplish in life. Insulting who I am as a human being. Insulting every shred of dignity I've ever even dreamed of keeping as my own."


Stewart growled at the meal, completely forgetting his previous conversation as he reached over to the kitchen knives and began cutting into it with violent stabs. He continued muttering his food's sins as he carved into it.

 

[IceQueen]

Luna had gleefully passed up that conversation to sing alone on the roof. The sun was shining as she sang into the horizon. She was glad that no one knew she liked this kind of thing, especially Aaron. She would kill him if he pranked her guitar. That's why she hid it deep in her closet behind some things she knew he wouldn't look trough.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

"Really? Mocking you? Let me see, i need pointers on mocking you."Aaron said in mock curiosity and wonder, moving next to Stewart looking over his shoulder. As always the food looked great more than required for orphans and that didn't take account the aroma."No...No mocking, no insults...i hear the faint sounds of : Eat me, eat me. But that about it, disappointing i really wanted to hear the insulting foods."

 

[icantchoosenameswell]

Charlie finished his cereal, put the bowl on the table and left the dining room. As he walked down the hall, he heard the piano. Arabella's at it again, he smiled to himself, slowing his pace to give himself more time to listen to it. He walked out the front door and over to the pool area. He sat by the edge and smiled as the tiny ripples in the water distorted his reflection.