Bartholomew B. Sauer
Science and Technology 
Horticulture Sophomore (Grade 10)
We must grow our own destiny :]
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Post by Bartholomew B. Sauer on Jun 20, 2011 16:41:54 GMT -5
  "... but the play is badly cast."Bartholomew had only one impression of the town at first: it was quaint. It was nice enough, and quite pretty, with its views of the mountains, a fountain in the center, and it was small - people generally knew each other. Bartholomew could relate to that, since he himself had come from a small farming community in Indiana, where everyone had known everyone, and strangers were a rare commodity. He wondered if Pallet, Colorado was the same way, but it didn't seem like it. There were always students coming in for Pallet's exceptional high school, so it seemed like they were used to, if not wary of, newcomers to their town. Although he supposed he couldn't blame them for that - teenagers usually got into some sort of trouble.
The school offered tours of the town, but quite honestly, Bartholomew didn't want to hear hours of how the town was founded, what it did historically, where some guy died, or anything like that. And so, he was doing his own self-tour. As in, he got out of the school and was now wandering around the town by himself. He was actually enjoying it a little, and discovered that there were very useful things around Pallet. He saw an antique shop, clothing stores, places to eat, and even a comedy club. He thought about going in, but the club looked shady, and so he had avoided it. He could just imagine his mother telling him what a bad looking place it was and how they probably had alcohol (le gasp). And then he imagined Ashton encouraging him to go in, but he pushed that thought away. His friend wasn't here now, and he had to make the smart decision.
At the current moment, Bartholomew was in the center of town at the town square, sitting on the edge of the fountain. The centerpiece showed a statue of a boy looking rather proud of himself, and water spouted from the top of his hat. It was a weird thing, and it made Bartholomew wonder if he should have tagged onto a tour at least to figure out who the heck that random kid was. He must have been important, if he was the centerpiece of a fountain in a town square. He shook his head - probably not important. He just liked to know details. He leaned back, watching people walk by. Some of them gave him funny looks, but he didn't really care too much about them - he probably looked suspicious, walking around by himself.
He stood up and stretched. Maybe he would revisit that tasty-looking ice cream shop he had walked by earlier. He was about to turn when someone bumped into him, almost sending him into the fountain. He fortunately managed to catch himself on the fountain's low edge before he fell in. He stood up again and whisked a hand across his hair to sweep it out of his eyes, looking for the person who'd bumped into him. Seeing no one stop and look back, he shrugged - he was no worse for the wear, so there was no use getting irritated about it.
Behind him, church bells rang to announce the hour. Bartholomew turned to listen to them - he hadn't seen the town's church yet - and didn't notice someone else getting ready to bump into him.
Summary: So basically, Bart is innermonologue-ing and then almost falls into the fountain. He turns around and looks up at the church bells, and doesn't hear someone running up behind him.
Comments: [/b] Aaaand - cue Melody! :] [/blockquote] |
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Post by C. Melody Kohnas on Jul 22, 2011 11:14:25 GMT -5
Charmaine Melody Kohnas was actually tired of something for once. Blasphemy! She thought as she stood up from her bed. She was tired of doing nothing between her tour times and singing rehersals. All she did was either sit in the courtyard for ever and ever, or sleep. Being so lazy bothered Melody. She never considered herself that lazy. but here she was, flopped down on her bed yet again, reluctant to make plans to actualyl do something today. She'd already sang until her voice hurt this morning in her rehersal room, though a square was more like it. She'd given one almost empty tour, then came to her room to lounge around...again. It was a horrid thing to do, not when the weather is so nice outside or she could actually play her brand-spankin' new ukulele her grandmother in Hawaii sent her.
It was nice, with waves etched in by hand and a sweet pineapple shape. The whole thing was bright and mellow at the same time. Melody figured that it cost at least 200 dollars, if not more. Her grandmother had taken her shopping all over Honolulu, and when they stopped inside a guitar store to get some more strings for her guitar, there it was. Just sitting on the wall. Mel figured it was love at first sight. But alas, they didn't bring enough money to buy something like that, so they had to leave it. That was Mel's last day there. Little did she know that her grandmother went back and bought it for her; the sweet old lady she was.
Now it was here, in her room sitting proudly on her guitar wall rack like it knew it was one of the most fascinating things in that very room. To Mel, it was...so it was really strange when she didn't pull it off the rack and play it while lounging. She could already play Someone Like You from the jungle book, so it was a real riot to actually here her sing it an octave higher with that tiny instrument. Yes, she knew more songs, but that one was the most fun.
Standing up, Melody decided that she'd hit two birds with one stone. She was going to get out of her wretched room, and she was going to play that uke. Melody Kohnas stuck her 'determined' face on and grabbed her ukulele gig bag, put the instrument inside, and slipped her flats on. Already she was wearing one of her favorite outfits, a golden beret, light blue shirt and some red capris. She picked her gold flats to match, and walked out of her dorm room. She decided she had had enough of the school scenery, so she made her way, while calling "Hi!" and talking to those people she knew, to the front of the school, and walked off campus and towards the town square shopping center, hoping there'd be a bench or something she could play on.
Looking around the square, she figured that this was a really nice town. There was shops, people chatting. Even a huge fountain with a boy standing proudly atop it. She giggled at the thought of someone actually walking around with water coming out of their hat. It'd be quite a mess... Melody figured as she walked along the sidewalks. Not very many people knew her here, so it was weird to walk along and not be called out to, or to see a familiar face. There were little girls she waves at, hoping to improve their day. She grinned at the old ladies, knowing that they reminded her of her own grandmother. Melody was being her generally happy self, glad to actually get out of her room and try something new today.
it was when she was nearing the fountain that she heard it. Something that truly sparked her interest and made her forget all about playing her ukulele or getting out of her room (Which she was now insanely glad she did.) Charmaine Melody Kohnas was hearing bells. Big, loud, and beautiful church bells just ringing in the distance. She felt a wave of homesickness about her bell-related past, and was determined to find out where these particular bells called home. So she set off running towards them, hoping to get to wherever they were before they stopped prodicing the enchanting melody. But as she ran near the fountain, she must've not been paying attention to her surroundings, since she ran straight into another person.
Melody Kohnas clipped the shoulder of the stranger quite hard, and she herself went tumbling straight towards the fountain, but instead caught herself on her hands right on the edge. Pain shot up her wrists so fast she was forced to let out a moan of pain. After regaining her balance, she checked her hands that caught her fall. Nothing broken, but she was going to have to clean her cuts and watch for bruises later. you're forgetting something...or someone I'd say. Her subconscious told her. "The other person!" Melody gasped as she swiveled around to face the stranger she just probably bruised...and angered.
"I'm so, so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help you?" Melody said as she got her first real look at the person. It was a teen, probably around her age. He looked a tad familiar, but...at the same time not. He could go to school with me.. I wouldn't know. Melody thought as she adjusted the straps on her ukulele case.
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Summary: Melody was tired of being at school(dormroom) So she goes to the square for one of her first times and hears the bells. So enchanted, she runs straight into Bart.
Comments: Sorry it took so long!
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