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Post by peter bergan walker on Jun 14, 2009 12:22:29 GMT -5
Peter stared at Eleanor intensely, his fingers gripping at the fabric of his boxers. His brown eyes narrowed to lsits, "Alright, Eleanor, baby." Peter said, moving from his cross-legged position on the floor to a crouched position next to Eleanor, which was propped up by a guitar stand. "Don't give me any attitude today, Eleanor. You and I are going to make hot, sweet, musical love for Saiga and we're going to do it right. You got that?" Peter's tone was overflowing with confidence. He spoke to his guitar as a coach might pep-talk a football team before a big game. Peter finally stood from his crouched position, the sweaty palm of his hands brushing against his t-shirt. Licking his lips, Peter moved slowly around the guitar, circling as if he planned to attack Eleanor. "We're gonna GO GO GO GO and we're gonna push music further than it has ever gone before!" As Peter said the GOs he pounded his fist to his hand with each one. Peter moved down to his knees, right up next to Eleanor. He was close enough that his breath showed up on her smooth exterior.
"Every chord, stanza, half, or whole note... we're gonna blow her mind, baby! We're gonna PUSH PUSH PUSH and we're gonna SHOW HER things she has never seen before!" Peter moved away from Eleanor, jabbing the guitar with his pointer finger with each push he said. He finally moved away from Eleanor, calming himself down a little. Pete let his hands settle on his hips, more a sign of hope and future victory. "Cause, baby, it's me and you and you and me and there ain't nothing that can tear us apart or tear us down." Peter, satisfied that he had more inspired himself than he had inspired Eleanor, looked down at his clothing. Boxers and a t-shirt really wasn't the way to go when going to a lady's room. Peter left Eleanor to think about what was about to happen and moved toward his closet. He had a thing about clothes. For some reason he just liked to match and look nice. This time Peter figured if he dressed relaxed, then he might actually relax a little. It wasn't like there was anything to be nervous about anyway... it was just Saiga...
But Peter was worse than a chick when it came to figuring out what to wear. He enjoyed well thought out outfits and just, well, creating a good public persona. Peter had heard once that the way a person dressed was directly representative of who that person was. Peter didn't want people to get the wrong idea about him. Generally he wore clothes that revealed his passion for music. Since Peter was going to be be playing, he figured that he might want to go with that music theme. Peter fished out one of his favorite Beatles shirts and tossed it back on his bed. Biting his lower lip, Peter picked out a nice, comfortable pair of sweat pants. He really enjoyed sweat pants. They were so comfortable and soothing. How could anyone not like wearing them? He tossed the pants back over with the shirt. Peter grinned when something caught his eye. A pair of smiley face boxers... it looked like he would be changing boxers too. Peter stripped, quickly replacing the old pair with the new pair of boxers.
"Eleanor," Peter scolded, "We've had talks about you watching me undress." Yeah, most people might think Peter was a little insane talking to his guitar like that. But honestly, Eleanor was more like a person to Peter. Eleanor was the only solid thing in his life and he wasn't going to treat her like some object. Finally getting the rest of his clothes on, Peter grabbed Eleanor, checking her tune before moving toward the door, grabbing his glasses an keys off the desk. Turning to look over his room to make sure he wasn't forgetting something, Peter put his glasses on, pocketed his keys, and locked the door before shutting it behind him. With Eleanor in hand Peter walked with a bright smile on his face. He hummed along to the tune of his new song. It was a song inspired by certain recent events that Peter wouldn't speak of. Putting the event in song form would make things so much easier for him anyway.
Peter finally made it to Saiga's door. Why was he so nervous all of a sudden? Leaning up against the far wall, Peter took a deep breath. He looked down to Eleanor. It was like Eleanor would scream 'GO GO GO GO!' if she weren't an inanimate object. Imagining Eleanor screaming the inspirational speech at him, Peter moved up and knocked twice on the door. Peter really didn't share his stuff that much, but this felt okay. Peter had met Saiga once already and she had seemed really nice... he didn't think he would have anything to worry about. At least Peter hoped he wouldn't have anything to worry about.
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Post by Willow "Saiga" Eshire on Jun 14, 2009 22:41:29 GMT -5
Willow pushed away from the desk, and stretched a little, as the chair spun a bit causing the room to blur before her. Alas, that little spin could last only so long before her cape began to chocke the girl. Quickly stoping and undoingn the bow on her neck, before she'd become a chamiliion to the bluish chair behind here, Wllow glanced down at the rest of her outfit. The viking dress she was wearing, was slowly getting to her. With a chuckle Willow untangled the mess of the cape from underneath the chair, the dress did it's job today. Churned pleenty of heads....
She has just invited Peter down to her place, and needed to look presentable. Quickly scaning her closet and concidering the possibility of stayig up half of the night, Willow pulled out a purple t-shirt with a lily design, white tank top (since the cut was too deep for her liking), simple bell bottom jeans and thee tons of bracelets (Banngles), necklaces and purple feather earings. True, right about now, she looked pretty plain...Average college student, untill you noticied her head. Being herself, she simply could't help but mess around with something a bit. Her hair were down as usial, till you noticed the absurd amount of things that shee has woven into them. Feathers, beads, fake-bright colored braids to go along wth her own, charms, and God only knows what else. Hey, it jinglees.... Jingly stuff are cool!
Wiillow paused before the mirror for only a second, enough time to make a face, ruffle her hair, and glance briefly over her looks. She was excited. Peter said that he'll play a song for her, and she absolutely loved music. She loved singing too, too bad taht singing was the only thing she could do. Playing instruments just seemed to be just as stuborn in preventinig here from learning just as she was stuborn in learning how to play them. Though, by this point she figured that perhaps she wasn't a musician, but instead an artist, since after all, art seeemed to be her thing. Witih a small smile she glanced around the room. The walls were covered with posters, paintings and notes about various renaisanncee artists. She glanced aroundn the room, seems to be in order, the fridge has some stuff in it...
Seems that everything was in order... some what.... At least seems alright to her... then again, she wasn't known for her orgnization skills. But close enough. She was about to close the laptop, when she heard the knock on the door.
"Hold on a sec! Be right there!" Willow called out as she rushed to the door, triping over something on the floor. "OW!" Saiga yelped as she crashed down to the floor. She got up a few moments later kicking the box under the bed, as she opend the door with a bright smile. "Hey Peter! come ini!' |
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Post by peter bergan walker on Jun 16, 2009 13:14:32 GMT -5
Peter couldn’t help but smile as he heard the loud noises coming from the room. He winced at one as it sounded like that one probably hurt. When the door finally opened Peter smiled, “Hello, beautiful.” Peter said with a laugh. He was so used to seeing Willow in her usual outfits that it didn’t occur to him that he probably had moments where she dressed similar everyone else too. It didn’t really bother Peter either way. If she were 24/7 Victorian wonder woman, then he could deal with that. Peter wasn’t too picky with friends. Slowly, Peter stepped into the room, admiring all the posters and art work displayed. His room was pretty plain compared to Willow’s. Aside from the papers strolled all over the place Peter didn’t have anything on his wall except for a picture of him and Carson when things had been a lot different… both boys smiling, holding up twin guitars. Peter’s grip on Eleanor tightened at the memory. He turned away from Willow, looking around the room so that she wouldn’t have to see the slight frown he wore.
As soon as Peter turned back around the smile was back. “I love your room.” Peter said as he propped Eleanor against the wall. “You know, they say a person’s room is reflective of their personality.” He mused as he raised an eyebrow. Peter walked around slowly. “So, if I were to judge by the walls of your room… I may come to think you were an intriguing person.” Peter figured he was done being nosey for the time being. There would always be other chances to look around at the different posters hanging up. Drawing in a deep breath, Peter moved back toward Eleanor. He wasn’t quite sure where to start. Playing in front of people wasn’t really his thing… but he would do it if the right person asked. That was the only reason Peter had agreed to play at Carson’s party. It was because Carson asked him to. Willow was one of those people that if she asked Peter to play something for her, then he wouldn’t complain he would just play and hope she liked it. He really hoped that she remembered that he wasn’t completely finished.
Peter looked up to her with a smile. “I’m kind of nervous.” He admitted. “I mean… playing already written songs that I know sound great is one thing… but playing my own song… I just…” Peter shrugged, unable to really finish the thought at the moment. He tilted his head, “It’s different, you know?” Peter hadn’t had the chance to build up his confidence about his own music yet. The reason he was so shaky was because he had never heard too many compliments. When Peter first bought his guitar, he wasn’t allowed to play it in the house. The last thing he wanted was for his father to find Eleanor and destroy her. So instead, Peter had to try and sneak out to play. It wasn’t easy, but Peter had only played for himself… and for Carson. The two of them had learned how to play together, but Carson had been unfortunate. Their father had found Carson’s guitar. Peter always hated how Carson was forced to destroy it himself. It just wasn’t right.
Licking his lips, Peter picked up Eleanor. “But hey, I’m gonna play this song for you and I want you to be completely honest with me, okay? Like… if I seriously bomb the song you gotta tell me.” Peter smiled. He didn’t want to start playing until he heard her agreement to that statement. It was important to Peter that people really be honest. Everyone said he had talent and had a great voice and blah blah blah, but no one bothered to offer actual criticism. Peter didn’t want to hear the stuff that sounded like they were making it up to make him feel better. He wanted the truth… whatever that happened to be. Peter was an honest boy and expected people to be honest with him too. There were a few exceptions, but not too many. His brown eyes searched for an answer in Willow. He really didn’t know if she would be honest with him like that yet… after all, he had only just met her not too long ago. Peter couldn’t be sure if he was still in the awkward friendly stage or if she really considered herself to be his friend enough that she could be honest like that.
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Post by Willow "Saiga" Eshire on Jun 19, 2009 0:06:04 GMT -5
Saiga smiled letting the guy in though trough the door, and closing it behind him. She didn't lock it since, there was no reason to. "Hello, hansome! How are you tonight? Welcome to my...Sanctuary of Uniqueness! " She smiled brightly, welcoming Peter into her room. Ah, yees... That's Willow, known from her day one at Harding to the whole student body. True, they don't nesseserly, know who she is, but they definetely know about her. Her reputation procedes her in that sence. Hey, then again, how many peoeple dress as if they were acresses on the set of some fantasy or historical set? From what Willlow noticed, so far, she's the only one. And, Japan doesn't count, since it's part of the culture there.
"Heh, Thanks!" Saiga smiiled, noddiing a little her appreciiation as she threw a brief glance around the place. Her eyes fell on the picture that stood on the computer table. It was of.. well... her... But, at the same time it wasn't. There were two girls there, one in the forefront, and one in the back, both dressed as if for some occasion... The photo taken by a professionall, as the girls sat facing eachother, but looking at the camera with smiling faces. Their hair cascadind down their shoulders, though the one in the front had more curlier, while the one in teh back more wavy. Their eyes were slightly different too. The one in the forefront green, whille the one in teh back blue. Their outfits were exactlyl the same: Light pink shirts, jeans, bracelets..... On the frame was small label attached before the girl in the front. "Iris" ...While Peter was looking the other way, she swiftly but silently flilpped it face down. She didn't wish to explain. 'Really?" She asked curiously lookiing up at him, noting the fact about the room reflecting whwom teh person was. "Well, at least you don't have to guess to know, that I am exactly that!' Willow smiled proudly, as she looked up, her head slightly tilted as she tried to appear sligihtly taller, before birsting into a fit of giggles.
"So, you want anything? I've got some soda and some snacks in the fridge if you want...." She asked before siitting down at teh head of the bed, leaninig slightly agaisnt the headboard, as she sat crosslegged on there. With a sllightl pet of the bed she iinvitied him to sit down as well, knowiing from exprience that playiing standinig up is pretty difficult. Her smile grew a bit gentle as Peter tried to phrase his thoughts, or emotions. "Yea... but it's ok! Everything has it's first time, right? Besides, maybe you'll write wonderfull song like those that have been writen before you! And, hey, maybe they'll be even better!" she tried to reasure him... though, she wasn't sure if it helped or not.... The least she could do, was try...
Her smile grew slight bit wider as he asked for her honesty. Peter's eyes searched for an answer with in Willow's, and it was there. The gentle, reasuring, and comforting sparle, that would try it's best to encourage him. "I will, promes!" Willow, nodded her agreement, as she settled down to listen. Honesty was her seconod nature. No matter how hard she tried to lie, she was stilll the most horriible lier out there.
Fortunately, Wiillow was blessed with the ability to make friends pretty quickly, but unfortunately, she made enemies just as easy. Not everyone understood teh "crazy" chick... because of that, she always looked at people as aquitances, then friends.... Then, if some managed, close friends. She didn't know Peter too well, but from what she knew of him, and found out through talkiing, he was pretty nice guy. She'd be glad to be friennds with someone like that. |
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Post by peter bergan walker on Jun 22, 2009 10:45:41 GMT -5
Sanctuary of uniqueness was right. Peter had never seen a room as decorated as Willow's. She was really something. Honestly, when Peter had first seen her walking around campus, he had been a little weirded out by her. It wasn't that Peter looked down on her for dressing the way she did or anything like that. Peter just wasn't used to it. But he was never one to judge a book by its cover. Really it surprised him that he hadn't spoken to her sooner. People in general were just flat out interesting to Peter. He couldn't help his fascination with going about and meeting new people. That was one of the reasons that Peter was pretty popular at Harding. People just liked him because he knew how to get along with everyone.
Peter turned back to face Willow as she turned down a picture. He thought about asking about it, but that wouldn't be his place. There were some things that people didn't like to talk about. Though Peter had a sort of vendetta against secret keeping... he wouldn't think badly of someone that did want to keep a secret or two. Letting the issue flow right out of his mind, Peter smiled. "That's what I like about you." Peter said with a nod, "You are what you are. It's pretty awesome that you're not afraid to show that." That was something that Peter could really admire. Her willingness to let people see who she was just... Peter wasn't sure he could even do that right. Pete tried to be as real as possible most of the time, but he just knew that he sometimes held back.
Peter shook his head when Willow offered a soda or snack. "Nah- I'm good." He really wasn't all that hungry and he would hate to eat up all her stuff. That would just be rude. Besides, Peter's mind had already moved on to thinking about the song he was going to preform for her. He was still worried, despite her encouraging words. Peter wanted to think that one day his stuff would hit big and people everywhere would fall in line to hear and see Peter Walker He daydreamed sometimes about signing autographs, going on tour, taking pictures with fans, creepy fan girls that somehow knew everything about him from his mother's name to the first three digits of his phone number. That was the kind of life that Peter could really function with.
With a nod Peter sat on the floor with Eleanor. Peter was much more comfortable when sitting down and playing cross-legged. Folding his legs underneath him, Peter closed his eyes, trying to think up the first few chords. "Okay... well... um, here it goes." Music was the only thing that could really make peter nervous. Any other time Peter would be bold an excited, but music was really important to him. Peter began to strum the first few chords, a very fast, rhythmic beat began to flow. He liked the dancey kind of stuff. Lyrics for the song would have to come a little later. Peter just hadn't thought of any good lyrics. The song transitioned into the chorus, Peter's fingers moving along the fret bored to keep up with all the chords.
Finally, when the song ended, Peter lay Eleanor flat on his lap and leaned up against the wall. "It still needs work." Peter said, shrugging, "and lyrics." He would need some time to work on the actual song structure as well as fighting off his case of writer's block.
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Post by Willow "Saiga" Eshire on Jun 24, 2009 10:50:09 GMT -5
Willow smiled, thankful that he didn't ask questions, most people would. That happened with her friend once. When they first met. The other woman walked in, and saw the photo... but didn't give it much thought, untill later, when she came in the room the next time, and found it upsidedown. She asked a lot of questions... which in churn, caused Willow to come to a standstill, as she attempted to dance around certain issues, but lacked the memory for others. ...It was a... very... akward conversation, as Willow remembered it. Fortunately, it got resolved, and they never spoke of it since.
"Thanks." Willow smiled a bit, yea, she seemed to get that alot lately... She chuckled and curtesied a little, just for fun of it."But, hey, it would be a boring world if everyone was the same. Right? Someone has to mix it up once in a while!" That was true. Willow disliked paterns, and masses. More specifically brainwashed, same, plastic masses. At least that how she described them. Unfortunately, that cattergory tended to spread to quite a number of people, especially of their generation. TV, music, songs, fashion, slang... it all seemed to mix in a pot of their generation, and produce basically brain washed people. Yes, that may be slightly too exreame but that is not quite the point.
"Alright." She nodded, getting comfortable on the bed, ready to listen to the music. To say the least, she was excited. She loved music and songs, that is so long as those spid songs that are really popular right now that concist of oh, only two words. Her glance shifted downward to Pete... How she felt tall... With a small shake of her head, she shifted so that she was now, laying across the bed, with her arms proping up her head, and her legs resting on the wall. Ok, now that was better.
Then the first notes rang.... Willow closed her eyes, just listening to the notes as they filled the room, one after another. It was fast yes, but that was it's own beauty of existance. Willow's eyes remained closed for a few moments longer one the last note lingered in the air.
"That was...."Saiga paused, her eyes twinkling brightly, as a wide exited smile played on her lips. "That was amazing!" She shifted again, this time sitting up, or rather sliding down onto the floor, and sitting crosslegged infront of Peter. This was genuine facination, no lies, no pretends. "You don't even have to put lyrics on there... it was... "She found it slightly hard to find words, so as always her hands began to gesture.... That was typically when her mother would joke about Willow being Itallian, since they tend to use their hands alot too when explaining something. "Just... wow...Honestly!" Her expression, sparkle in the eyes, and the smile told that what she was saying was 100% true. |
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Post by peter bergan walker on Jun 30, 2009 20:21:38 GMT -5
Saiga was absolutely right. The world would be boring if everyone were the same. Peter couldn't imagine living in a world where everyone seemed like robots doing exactly the same things, acting the same way, and being the same people. The thought was kind of scary to Peter. He could imagine that being the plot of some sort of creepy sci-fi movie. Peter would probably watch that movie if there were one, but until then Peter would just have to dream about it. What a creepy dream, though. Back to the point... Peter was glad that Saiga was different. It would probably be different though if more people were that different. The only reason Peter thought that was because Saiga wasn't so much different as she was unique. If other people tried to outdo her, then it would get out of hand. Then Saiga's differing qualities would become the norm and the point would be moot.
Playing the song hadn't been as bad as Peter thought it would be. He was so afraid of messing up and making Saiga rethink everything she had originally thought of him. Usually when Peter played Eleanor he would go into many flashbacks and that was exactly what he did. The first was of Carson being forced to destroy his guitar, but the next was one before that when the two of them had first gotten their guitars. After a few weeks of lessons both of them had ended up being naturals. There had been one night when Carson didn't go out. Peter could remember Carson sitting with Penny Lane on the bed they shared. Carson had looked at him and said, "Petey, listen... I wrote something for us." He could remember the chords perfectly that Carson had played. They had dubbed that song their theme song.
Peter was able to snap back into reality from dream world when the song came to an end. He looked up to Saiga, glad that she seemed to approve of the song. "Thanks, Saiga, I'm really glad you like it." Peter said happily as he leaned against the wall. "Lyrics will come soon enough. Ashton's been helping me out with my writer's block." Peter smirked at the thought. "He's pretty good at keeping me on track." Ashton had some very artistic ways to get rid of writer's block alright. Peter loved those artistic ways. Peter shook his head getting back on track. With a smile Peter moved away from Eleanor and toward Saiga. He sat down next to her and wrapped and arm around her shoulders in a friendly way. "Thanks, Willow, really. It means a lot to me that you'd listen like that."
ooc:  sorry it sucks
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Post by Willow "Saiga" Eshire on Jul 25, 2009 0:35:59 GMT -5
Willow smiled. It was interesing watching Peter's expression, the look in his eyes, and the way he held the guitar. As the music played, some subtile changes seemed to pass through his form, barely detecteble, yet clearly there. A kind of far awway look. She guessed that he was imagining something, perhaps dreaming even, but each person's thoughts were not the same. Music, art, stories, weather.... each tended to influence each person in it's own way, such as no two are alike.
Though she was kind of surprised when Peter hugged her, she didn't let it show. Instead she grinned like a liitle child, leaning against him lightly. "You're always welcome!"
She lookeed up at him smiling gently, just as she would at a friend who shared something personal with her, or perhaps was in need of some comfort. Then again, that is the way that her friends always described her. She asked them before, and they told her that even before the accident she was like this. They told her alot about her personality, according to them, she didn't change too much, save becoming slightly more reserved. But, that was a good thing, in a way.
She chuckled slightly. "Can't wait for the lyrics! It shouldl be... be... yea, I don't have enough adjectives to describe...." She paused for a moment befeore lookinig up at him again. "You write songs right? I mean, like a composer and a preformer all together?" She probably already knew the answer, but makind sure has not hurt anyone. Alreday, she had a plan forming. Not so much a plan, but something still worth thinking. Perhaps, if Peter has enough songs, then he can preform at some club? Or perhaps school evening? After all, why not? From what she could tell, he was a pretty good musician, so why not try to go with it somwhere. Talent doesn not like when it is not recognized to it's full potential. It may start being mischivious.... no matter how silly that sounds.
(Yeea... sorry, noont quite 400 words.. and kind of crappy, but It wiwill get better! My muse is in recovery now!)
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sorry it sucks