Post by shiori on Jul 18, 2008 9:57:15 GMT -5
"E...F...A...E...," the young woman sang to herself softly, and low enough that passersby wouldn't catch the notes that were leaving her lips with practiced precision. In her hands was a notebook, as ordinary as could be, mind you, but whose pages were scribbled over with a myriad of symbols and lines. The symbols were notes, which covered almost every page from top to bottom, as Shio was not one to follow the guidelines for writing - Stay within the boxes, don't go past the vertical lines - when she was so taken with inspiration.
She bit her lip lightly, nibbling at the edges of them as the pencil she held so delicately hovered above her paper. Hm..., she thought simply. Hmm, hm, hmm. She began to hum, and smiled simply as her pencil once again wrote furiously onto the page, as if of its own accord. Shiori had been trying for the past hour to write a song of her own. It was a difficult process, much harder than she'd thought it to be, and she hadn't gotten very far in her efforts. Notes were one thing - she could do those all day. Lyrics were a different matter; it was like she had no inspiration, no muse, and no matter how long she sat on her green park bench, staring out at the people who walked by and at the foliage that surrounded her, nothing came to her.
Shio sighed forlornly and let her pencil rest on her notebook, freeing her hands to cup her chin as she rested her elbows on her knees. The brunette had come to the park not only in hopes of inspiration, but also for a place to find rest and relaxation. So much for that, because finding no inspiration meant finding no rest and relaxation. Her mind drifted back home, where her father was probably going over the work she had completed for school, and Shio imagined all the red X's he would surely mark on her papers, and all the accidentally cruel statements he had in store for her. No part of her wanted to go back to that; but, then again, she was beginning to feel very alone, even in this lovely little park on such a sunny day.
Her elbow moved slightly on her knee, and in doing so tipped her notebook toward her. Shio watched in exasperation as her pencil was tilted off the notebook. It rolled with amazing speed away from her and down the little walkway of the park, which was angled in a loping fashion to make it easier for parkers to lollop down it. Shiori sulked quietly where she was. Part of her of course wished to retrieve the pencil, but another part was in too bad a mood to go after it. She let out a small grown of displeasure and buried her face in her hands for a second, just thinking.
She bit her lip lightly, nibbling at the edges of them as the pencil she held so delicately hovered above her paper. Hm..., she thought simply. Hmm, hm, hmm. She began to hum, and smiled simply as her pencil once again wrote furiously onto the page, as if of its own accord. Shiori had been trying for the past hour to write a song of her own. It was a difficult process, much harder than she'd thought it to be, and she hadn't gotten very far in her efforts. Notes were one thing - she could do those all day. Lyrics were a different matter; it was like she had no inspiration, no muse, and no matter how long she sat on her green park bench, staring out at the people who walked by and at the foliage that surrounded her, nothing came to her.
Shio sighed forlornly and let her pencil rest on her notebook, freeing her hands to cup her chin as she rested her elbows on her knees. The brunette had come to the park not only in hopes of inspiration, but also for a place to find rest and relaxation. So much for that, because finding no inspiration meant finding no rest and relaxation. Her mind drifted back home, where her father was probably going over the work she had completed for school, and Shio imagined all the red X's he would surely mark on her papers, and all the accidentally cruel statements he had in store for her. No part of her wanted to go back to that; but, then again, she was beginning to feel very alone, even in this lovely little park on such a sunny day.
Her elbow moved slightly on her knee, and in doing so tipped her notebook toward her. Shio watched in exasperation as her pencil was tilted off the notebook. It rolled with amazing speed away from her and down the little walkway of the park, which was angled in a loping fashion to make it easier for parkers to lollop down it. Shiori sulked quietly where she was. Part of her of course wished to retrieve the pencil, but another part was in too bad a mood to go after it. She let out a small grown of displeasure and buried her face in her hands for a second, just thinking.