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Post by Mother Kumo on Nov 1, 2009 19:54:33 GMT -5
A young girl, who appeared to be around the age of 12, sat in the empty lot, her brown jacked buttoned tightly around her small body. The fact was, this girl wasn't 12. She was 17, and in her gloved hands was a small wooden flute that she was playing. There was no special meaning to the song, just a melody she had learend years ago. She kneeled on the cold asphalt and played expertly and swiftly. This small but cute girl's name was Gabrielle, or Gabbie for short.
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Post by Spotts on Nov 1, 2009 19:59:00 GMT -5
River had been taking a walk. It was his day off and he didn't know what his plans were for the day. So, he decided to take a walk in town and ended up hearing someone playing a flute. He followed the sound of the flute and saw a young girl sitting in the empty lot. He watched, listening to the song's melody.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Nov 1, 2009 20:14:26 GMT -5
Gabbie finished the song and slowly put her instrument down. She turned around and jumped at a guy watching her.
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Post by Spotts on Nov 1, 2009 20:19:43 GMT -5
"Oh, sorry," River said. "I surprised you. I was only listening. If you want me to leave..."
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Post by Mother Kumo on Nov 1, 2009 20:23:41 GMT -5
Gabbie shook her head and raised her flute again. She played and her heart poured out into the music. "No, it's alright." the notes sang. "I'm very skittish."
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Post by Spotts on Nov 1, 2009 20:37:21 GMT -5
River looked confused. "How did you do that? You spoke through the flute?"
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Post by Mother Kumo on Nov 1, 2009 20:41:19 GMT -5
Gabbie then remembered not everyone knew of the vampires. "It takes alot of practice." The song improvised. "I've been practicing since I was young."
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Post by Spotts on Nov 1, 2009 20:47:20 GMT -5
River nodded doubtfully. He had heard songs that had sad or happy tunes, but never something this sophisticated.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Nov 1, 2009 20:48:55 GMT -5
"What is your name?" It sang softly and Gabie lowered the instrument, her cheeks red with the amount of concentration it took to control the air.
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Post by Spotts on Nov 1, 2009 20:50:09 GMT -5
"I'm River," he said, still a bit confused. "It's nice to meet you, . . . ?"
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Post by Mother Kumo on Nov 1, 2009 20:51:54 GMT -5
Gabbie picked up her flute again. "My name is Gabbie. But, does my playing and not speaking bother you?"
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Post by Spotts on Nov 1, 2009 20:54:32 GMT -5
"I don't know why it should. It's just a little odd." But, then again, there are many odd people in this town, he thought.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Nov 1, 2009 20:59:36 GMT -5
Gabbie lowered her flute and forced a smile. "If it bothers you, I can just speak." She said quietly.
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Post by Spotts on Nov 1, 2009 21:01:26 GMT -5
"I'm fine either way," he insisted. "If it's easier for you to use your, uh, flute to talk, that's fine."
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Post by Mother Kumo on Nov 1, 2009 21:08:36 GMT -5
Gabbie shook her head. "It's fine. I should practice my people skills." she laughed quietly. Her voice was musical, just like her flute, and it rolled off her tounge with ease, but it was barley more than a whisper.
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Juliette
