A Hidden Aclove (Private)

As I opened the door, my miniscule smile slipped off of my face and I sighed through my slightly parted lips. I had found the little aclove after three months at campf and since this it had become my little paradise. I glided further inside the room to the magnificent grand piano in the middle of the room, my fingers tracing the pale white keys. A softer, slightly out of character expression flitted across my fingers as I played a slow rift.

My fingers paused for a moment and I couldn't help but release an exasperated sigh as I sat myself upon the seat and fixed my posture. I swept the black waves that was my hair over my shoulder and adjusted the flaps on my blouse. I hated the damn shirt, but I'd singed my last clean t-shirt training yesterday, so I had to dig into my "fancy" wardrobe.

I closed my eyes, letting out a soft breathe, and then I began to play. My fingers easily swept over the keys after years upon years old lessons from the strict old hag. I may have hated the teacher, but I adored the instrument.

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Apparently, she hadn't noticed me. Staying in character, I stood still until she did. A waltz would be perfect to this music, and I made a spontaneous character choice. I started waltzing with my arms out, holding an invisible person. This character was one of those who was fancy in public, but when it came down to it was very. .hyper? I'd just barely used the word spontaneous. .

OOC:Sorry it took me so long. Kittens are distracting XD

A few minutes later I played the last notes and just enjoyed the quiet serinity before stretching and cracking my neck. "Well, that was fun," I murmmered slightly, my lips pulled back into a crooked smirk as I ran a hair through my hair, contemplating whether or not to tie it back.

I jumped slightly, turning on my heel to face a guy that looked like he'd just walked out of the 1800s. I raised an eyebrow as I crossed my arms. "Were you spying on me?" I accused, my lips pursing slightly.

My face flushed ever so slightly in embarassment at my obliviousness - I tended to not notice things when I played the piano. "I'm not a madame." I corrected reflexively, the word like acid on my tongue. I hated being adressed as that. "And who are you, exactly?"

I rolled my eyes, unimpressed. "Est-ce une tentative de flirt? Pitoyable." Who knew the French lessons would come in handy? Maybe this boy, Henry, was a son of Aphrodite. He obviously thought himself important. I'd grown up around people like him - that didnt mean I wanted to deal with them here, though.

I rolled my eyes once more. "I'm not sure where you come from, but where I was raised we don't turn everything into a contest." I sneered, having perfected the expression over the years. People like him were pathetic. So he could speak more languages then me - I cared why? Ugh, something about him just completely pissed me off.

I watched the guy with a slightly disturbed eye as he seemed to have a mini-breakdown. His clothes changes color - the hell, right? - and he seemed almost paniced as he stuttered of his birthplace.

I wasn't an idiot, and came to a simple conclusion. He was lying. My eyes narrowed and cat-like smirk crossed my lips. "Hasn't anyone ever told you that lying was bad? Or, if you have to lie, to do it convincingly?"

I just gave him a blank stare. "You're wierd." I deadpanned, sticking a hand in my pocket.
"Who goes around wearing fake mustaches and pretending to be some snobby british dude?"

Damn him for piquing my curiousity! "I've got time." I stated, leaning back against the piano bench and using my open hand to tuck a bit of raven-colored hair behind my ear.

My eyes narrowed. "Theres no need to be a smartass Mr. Henry." I said, saying 'Mr. Henry' in a scathing British accent.

"If you're going to be mysterious, go away. You're annoying." I bit out, grimacing slightly.

I blatantly ignored the hand. I was not touching someone I didn't know - glove or not. "Victoria Masen." I said dryly.