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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 17, 2007 17:39:50 GMT
I sat cross-legged in a corner of the courtyard, half watching the happy chattering groups of friends, wandering past, half concentrating on the notebook in front of me.
I scratched my chin with the pen thoughtfully, then added another note.
I tapped out the rhythm I had so far, on my knee, then scribbled out the last note and changed it.
It would have been the wrong note and thrown the whole song off.
I wanted the song to be just right, I didn't often write my own music, but I'd quite exhausted everything I knew how to play on my guitar.
I needed something new.
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 17, 2007 19:01:56 GMT
I walk in hands in pocket and hair tied back for once. I scan every one talking and laughing knowing not a one of them. I walk over to the piller i usually lean on. While walking there i didn't notice the guy on the other side sitting there.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 17, 2007 19:05:00 GMT
I look up and jump as I see a guy I don't know standing nearby.
I watch him for a moment.
He seemed to be alone, not a member of one of the groups of friends nearby.
I contemplate speaking to him, but decide against it, returning to my writing.
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 17, 2007 19:07:52 GMT
I sigh and pull out Golems of the Northen Hemispher from my inner robe pocket. Opening up to a chapter all about Mud Golems.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 17, 2007 19:10:30 GMT
The boy was starting to distract me by being there.
Not by any fault of his own, and not necessarily in a negative way, but the fact he was there, just calmly reading was making it near impossible for me to concentrate.
I tapped my pen on my parchment a couple of times, trying to remind myself of the rhythm then add jot down another couple of notes.
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 17, 2007 19:14:23 GMT
The tapping was a sort of annoying me i look around the piller and see the kid sitting there writing something. I didn't see or care. "Do you mind?" i ask as politly as i can
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 17, 2007 19:16:18 GMT
"Huh? Oh sorry." I say, stopping the tapping of my pen and resolving to just play it out in my head instead.
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 17, 2007 19:17:17 GMT
"Thank you" i say as i go back to my side of the piller
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 17, 2007 19:19:24 GMT
I bite the inside of my cheek.
This guy standing there, without knowing who he was, was really starting to bug me.
I shake my head and then jot down another note or two.
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 17, 2007 19:20:51 GMT
turning to the next page i keep reading
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 17, 2007 19:21:31 GMT
Suddenly, I can't take it anymore.
"Excuse me?" I say politely to him.
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 17, 2007 19:22:54 GMT
i close my book "Yes?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 17, 2007 19:27:05 GMT
"Um..." I can't think of anything to say. "Who are you?" I settle on.
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 17, 2007 19:27:51 GMT
"Why do you want to know?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 17, 2007 19:29:46 GMT
"Oh no reason. I'm sorry, you don't have to answer. It's just you were standing there, and I don't know..." I trail off. "Just thought I'd ask."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 17, 2007 19:32:22 GMT
i chuckle at his ramble. "Its ok. Names Volkaric D." putting my hand out to shake. He didn't seem like the loud annoying type. "And may i ask yours?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 17, 2007 19:33:07 GMT
I shake his hand. "Michael Watkins. It's Mika though."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 17, 2007 19:34:51 GMT
"Hello Mika. Now was there a reason you wanted to know who i was. Or just curious?" looking at his notebook. "Or was my presence bothering you?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 17, 2007 19:40:35 GMT
"No, I was mostly curious." I shrug. "The only reason it was bothering me is because I'm too curious for my own good and couldn't concentrate until I found out." I laugh at my own stupidity. "But I'll stop bothering you now."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 17, 2007 19:46:03 GMT
"Its fine." I jump over that little fence between the covered and open area of the courtyard "Your new aren't you?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 17, 2007 19:48:01 GMT
I nod. "Yeah, transferred. Fresh start and all that."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 17, 2007 19:48:42 GMT
"Fresh start?" a bit curious
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 17, 2007 19:53:35 GMT
"Oh yeah...had a bit of a bad summer." I say quietly.
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 17, 2007 19:55:52 GMT
"I see. I won't pry. I know what its like to have secrets." Sitting on the fence "Whered you transfer from?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 18, 2007 16:35:31 GMT
"Somewhere around." I say vaguely. "Another secret of mine, I guess. I have far too many, sorry."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 18, 2007 18:42:48 GMT
"Thats fine with me. I won't pry if you won't pry." i hold my hand out "Deal?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 18, 2007 20:16:36 GMT
"Deal." I say, shaking his hand. "I hate it when people stick their noses in. It's a personal decision how much we want to share."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 19, 2007 1:46:26 GMT
"I agree."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 19, 2007 16:12:27 GMT
"Someone gets it at least." I smile, warming to Volkaric slightly.
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 19, 2007 19:46:06 GMT
I nod. "Its those damn griffy girls that are always asking the questions."
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