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Post by Farrah Cancer on Oct 24, 2008 8:39:45 GMT -5
Farrah Cancer, a vampyre student at East Thorton, stood on the darkened stage of the academy's auditorium, wanting to practice his latest aria, "Recitar! Vesti la Giubba." It was a sad aria, one of which spoke to Farrah more than most. It spoke of poisoned love, having to act for fools, even if you're dying inside.
He stepped under the proscenium arch, and lifted his head.
"Recitar! Mentre preso dal delirio,
non so più quel che dico,
e quel che faccio!
Eppur è d'uopo, sforzati! Bah! sei tu forse un uom? Tu se' Pagliaccio!
Vesti la giubba,
e la faccia in farina.
La gente paga, e rider vuole qua.
E se Arlecchin t'invola Colombina,
ridi, Pagliaccio, e ognun applaudirà!
Tramuta in lazzi lo spasmo ed il pianto;
in una smorfia il singhiozzo il dolor, Ah!
Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol, che t'avvelena il cor!"
With that, he stopped, hearing his last note linger in the air, like dust mingling with oxygen, trying to suffocate all that was around him.
((English Translation:
Go on stage, while I'm nearly delirious?
I don't know what I'm saying or what I'm doing!
And yet, chin up! I'll try harder. Bah, you think you're a man?
You're just a clown! On with the show, man,
and put on your white-face.
The people pay you and you must make them laugh.
And if Harlequin should steal your Columbine, laugh,
you're Pagliaccio, and the world will clap for you!
Turn into banter all your pain and sorrow,
and with your clowns' face hide grief and distress...
Laugh loud, Pagliaccio, forget all of your troubles,
Laugh off the pain that so empoisons your heart.
Here is a video of the song, in case you want to hear it: ))
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Post by Audra Baxley on Oct 26, 2008 17:21:15 GMT -5
Audra wandered down through the hallways of the school, no classes were in session and she was a bit bored with the homework that she needed to work on. She wanted to work on her spells, but she just really wasn't in the mood to handle with them at all either. The walls around her held no interest either, they seemed bare and dull, she thought the school would at least have some kind of paintings or pictures of some sort hanging around the academy. A small sigh came from her lips as her fingers twirled around at the ends of her pink hair, her eyes staring ahead of her, just off in their own world.
It wasn't until she heard a sounding voice coming from somewhere that brought her to the world around her. Audra came to a stop and stood there for a moment, listening to the voice and glanced around herself before she headed off down the hallway once more, listening more closely to the singing voice.
As she got closer to the auditorium, the voice got louder and more clearly. She pulled open one of the double doors and stepped inside, staring ahead of her towards a fellow student standing on the stage. Audra walked down the darken aile quietly and took a seat and finished listening to the other before her. As he finished singing, Audra had a small smile to her lips and stood up from her seat and began clapping her hands together "Bravo!" she yelled out.
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Post by Farrah Cancer on Oct 26, 2008 22:11:47 GMT -5
Farrah's head snapped over to the clapping, like a fox who has been trapped in a hole by a hunting basset hound. After the shot of adrenaline and cautious fear, his body's tension relaxed. His dark red/brown eyes were used to the dark, but he thought his vision was playing tricks on him.
A girl with pink hair? What was that about?
"Thanks?" he answered, letting his right hand come up to make-shift visor the stage lights away from his eyes. He surpressed a chuckle. How had she gotten in the auditorium in the first place. Was his voice really that loud?
He smiled. That meant he would be able to perform in an opera soon enough. He just needed to work on his projection, and then he would be ready to go. Off to a opera house, far far away from this educational death-trap.
"Shouldn't you be in class, young lady?" he asked, a tone of sarcasm in his voice, as he approached the lip of the stage. His hand lowered, as the stage lights were far behind him.
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Post by Audra Baxley on Oct 27, 2008 17:28:18 GMT -5
She made her way slowly up towards the stage area, her eyes still on the other standing there in the lights "No problem." she spoke in a normal tone of voice, as she stopped only a few feet away. Audra had to tilt her head up a little bit to see the mans face fully.
Her eyebrow raised at his words and she gave out a small laugh "Class? No." she stold him, shaking her head a bit "Shouldn't you be in class?" she questioned him right back. Audra saw it only fair; he did ask her, so why couldn't she be just as curious to know why he wasn't in class as well.
[[:[ that post of mine there is horrible, i'm sorry.]]
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Post by Farrah Cancer on Oct 27, 2008 17:48:22 GMT -5
[[No probs. XD]]
Farrah rose an eyebrow at her brazen talk to him. He scoffed, and crouched down, ready to jump down onto the auditorium's floor. He looked at the door, waiting to see if anyone else would 'barge' into his rehersal time.
"Naw. It's my spare." he replied, sighing. He was supposed to actually be studying for an exam that he had in a few days, but he found that opera was much more meaningful and spirtually fufilling then a mark on a test.
"Wait, how did you get in here?"
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Post by Audra Baxley on Oct 28, 2008 14:28:42 GMT -5
Audra raised an eyebrow towards him and glanced back towards the double doors that she just came in through, she turned back towards the other and laughed a bit "Through the doors, how else does one enter into a room?" she asked him. Of course, Audra did have other ways that she was working on of appearing into a room without using a door.
She always did want to try and use that spell of her's, but she was never brave enough to use it on herself. Very scared that she'd reappear in another room with a limb or something missing or not look like herself at all.
Audra gave a smile as she continued to look up towards the other before her "I'm Audra." she held up her hand towards him.
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Post by Farrah Cancer on Oct 29, 2008 8:58:27 GMT -5
He looked up to the doors, and growled a low, almost silent to most ears, growl. He needed to lock the doors next time. He was fine with vampyres coming and going for the most part, as it gave him someone to fight against, but the other students...
Well, he was a loner for a reason.
He sat down on the lip of the stage now, and took her hand. He raised her hand to his mouth and gentley planted a kiss on the palm of her hand. It was a vampyre greeting that he had noticed since he had been turned.
Plus, it made him look like a gentleman.
"I'm Farrah. It's nice to meet you, Audra." he replied with a half-smile, half-smirk.
Farrah didn't talk to most girls in the school, and the ones he did tended to be vampyres in training who hit on most of the boys anyway. He couldn't particularly figure out what Audra was though.
She looked rather human like, but the pink hair gave him a nod in the direction of a witch. You wouldn't see a lycan with bubblegum pink hair like that. At least, he hadn't seen any lycans with pink hair before. Maybe he was biased.
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Post by Audra Baxley on Oct 29, 2008 16:15:29 GMT -5
A light blushed form on her face, as she watched him kiss the palm of her hand, as he introduced himself back to her "Nice to meet you too." she replied back, as she let her hand fall slowly back to her side.
The smile stayed on her face, as she pondered through a few thoughts of her own "So, do you always come here in your free time and sing opera?" she asked him. Audra couldn't say she knew a whole lot of people that did this, and she admired Farrah for it.
Of course, she admired anything that was classic, classical, vintage or something of oldness that still held a great amount of greatness and uniquness to it. Things that were way before her time just seem to go well with Audra, and she never could figure out why it was, but it wasn't as if she really mind, she felt comfortable reading a book that was to be from the 1800's or later or something in the 1900's, she enjoyed them nonethless.
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