falling stars; open

[Damien Belmont]

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♣ tags; art room, open
♣ actors; RITZ! as Damien Belmont
♣ muse; monstercat

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I wake you up, you're in a dream
I am not the enemy

There was only one place, one place in the entire school that Damien liked to be whenever he had free time. The one place that he could call sanctuary in a school he wanted no part of. He'd only found out that the art rooms were open after school hours, but he was just fine with that. Anything is better than having to sit around in a classroom where the teacher would talk about nothing but everyone's 'special gifts'. He just hated it so much, just hated it.

Every day he questioned why he of all people in the entire world was born with powers that drove his own parents to outright abandon him and Freya. He was only a kid, had nowhere to go, and to top it off, his sister was his companion. He'll never forgive them for that, never forgive himself for having these powers. He just wanted to be normal.

That kind of wish he knew he would never get. These powers were going to be with him for the rest of this life. They were going to be a constant reminder of why his parents left him. He didn't care if he earned the protector title, didn't care that the rest of the world would consider all these powerful people heroes and saviors. There was nothing more heartbreaking than being forsaken by your own family. All he had left was his sister..

With all these thoughts running through his head, he still had the concentration to paint a nice, beautiful painting of a forest during the night time. The moon itself looked to be the main focus of the piece, with it emitting a subtle glow that only a true artist could pull off. The trees and bits of the forest floor were slightly bathed in this beautiful moonlight as well. The scene looked so realistic that you could just jump into the painting and be in the scene itself. This piece of work wasn't just a project to do for art, but it was something he done out of his own volition. With that in mind, he kept painting, kept focusing on his work, ignoring the outside world.

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[Freya Belmont]

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[atrb=style, padding-left: 15px]	Class' felt like they had gone on forever that day. She had several core classes only married by her water class and her favorite class journalism. She had a few classes separate from her brother and that was enough to make her skittish in class. She always sat by herself and really didn't speak unless she was asked a question by a teacher or maybe by another classmate. Despite her quiet and guarded nature she was actually one of the top students in her classes. She had always been smart even from a young age, even with her most hated subject science. Her journalism class however, that was where she felt she belonged. Even with what had happened with their parents, her writing and music was were she confided. Unlike her writing however, she didn't tell anyone but her brother about her violin playing. She wouldn't be surprised if someone would ask her to join the music classes otherwise. The music was important to her. She knew it probably hurt her brother though, her mother used to play with her all the time. She would play the piano as she would play the violin. She probably missed playing with her the most, but things changed when her brother and her had changed. Had gotten powers, the thought hurt her. So she wasn't as in tune with her journalism class as she normally was. She couldn't stop thinking about the music that they used to play. She had gotten a lot better since then and had done several covers since that time. So she was quite surprised when the bell rang signalling that class was over. She couldn't take it anymore and she left the room and put her books away into the backpack she carried around. So, next thought was to find the music room. She didn't have her violin, since they couldn't really take much when they were abandoned, so she would need one. The room thankfully was empty and she let out a soft sigh. She let her bag drop to the floor just inside the room. She looked around and thankfully one violin was placed among other instruments. She moved to it and slowly picked it up. It was a relief. She remembered the few times she had managed to get a hold of one while they were traveling to practice a bit. She was getting better but she really needed practice time. Maybe she could talk to the music teacher about being able to come in. She finally got it tuned before slowly starting to strum at it. At first it was off and she frowned. She tuned it one more time and slowly sank into the melody once more. After a moment, her hands remembered how to move over the instrument and the music that had once floated around the house they had lived in once again filled the empty room. Little did the young ice user know that her brother was not far away. A art room not far down the hall as her music floated outside the room and his way. She closed her eyes and just played...
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[Damien Belmont]

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♣ tags; art room, freya
♣ actors; RITZ! as Damien Belmont, Neme as Freya Belmont
♣ muse; my ipod/iphone playlist

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I wake you up, you're in a dream
I am not the enemy

As he continued on with his artwork, Damien couldn't help but wonder what Freya was doing. Sure the classes did end for the day, but she usually was right by his side by the time he even left the classrooms. It was a bit strange at first but then he started to think that she maybe had made a friend or two and went off with them instead. Her journalism class was the one place where she felt at home after all, and there are classmates that share her interests.

Though he was happy that maybe she did make friends, he also got upset over the fact that she probably did run off without his permission. He had no idea of the people she was with, and for all he knows, she could be taken advantage of. That didn't sit well with him at all, and in turn it almost ruined his focus and the painting. He stopped for a moment, letting the paintbrush and palette fall to his sides a bit. He just let all his worries flow out of him like a river, let all his distractions go so he could continue with his painting.

Though, while doing so...

He heard... a familiar song...

A song he heard... as a kid... a song he heard his sister and mother play together once...

He stood up instantly, put down his art supplies, and immediately went out to investigate. Immediately as he exited he could hear the song getting louder, which meant the room the song was coming from wasn't too far from his current location. More than likely it was coming from the music room, since all the instruments were held in there. He continued on, until the song was much more clearly heard until he ended up right where he thought he would be. Looking through the window, he could see someone playing a violin further in the room, and there was no one else around to be an audience.

Upon further investigation, he could see a familiar blue ribbon sitting on the back of the person's head, and without so much as another though, he opened the door. "Freya...?" He asked, hoping that it was indeed her and no one else, though he knew that song was the only one that she knew as far as he knew.

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