Relax [Open]
Dec 30, 2014 9:38:03 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2014 9:38:03 GMT -5
If there was one thing that Castor was good at, it was relaxing. He was happy to do his own thing, at his own pace, and he would never be rushed by anybody. He always had his own methods (which seemed strange to most) and own urges which wouldn't be influenced by other people, and he made this known as a fact. He made his way to the Arts and Crafts building situated on camp, feeling the need to seek out the dusty old grand piano that sat within one of the rooms. Of all the instruments he was proficient in, he felt like he had a personal connection to the piano. It was the first instrument that he learnt how to play, and he had no need to read sheet music while playing. The melodies just kept coming when he sat there, and he could truly get lost in time.
On this day in particular, he had finished his daily activities early, and had some time before dinner to simply relax in the late afternoon, losing himself in music. He pushed open the doors to the building and walked slowly down the main corridor, counting the number of doors on his left to find out which room he needed to enter. He could never remember by sight, because every door and room looked the same upon first glance. At the sixth door, he paused and turned towards it, reaching out and opening the door before stepping inside. The room was quite small, and had fallen into disuse. Not many campers played the piano, if any, and as such, Castor often had this room to himself. It wasn't that he wanted to escape other peoples' company, because he loved his fellow campers, but sometimes it was nice to simply lose himself in his artistic creations. A small smile tugged at his lips as he felt the familiar nostalgia wash over him, and he was cast back to a time when he was a young boy approaching his grandparents' grand piano. Everyone present had been astonished when he started playing such a beauteous symphony, from memory, without any prior knowledge of what he was playing. It had just flowed from his fingertips.
He approached the piano and placed a hand on top of it, wiping away the dust and laughing softly to himself. "It sucks that no-one plays piano, huh? I bet you'd like it if more people showed you some attention." That was one of the strange quirks he had; referring to musical instruments as people. He only ever did as much when no-one was present around him, because he didn't fancy appearing insane in front of prospective friends. He pushed out the low stool and sat down swiftly on it, shifting until he was comfortable. A low sigh left his lips as he fixed his gaze on the beautiful craftsmanship that went into making this piano. It was made of a soft, pale wood that he couldn't name even if he tried. Maybe a Demeter camper could, if he asked them. But that would mean revealing his special retreat to them. He was quite happy not knowing what kind of wood it was, because that meant he was able to simply enjoy the music he created.
He lifted up the piano's lid and pushed it back, revealing the perfectly preserved set of keys. He briefly tested a high C, and a low C to check that it was still in tune from his last visit. The sweet notes echoed in the small room, and he just knew that it was in tune. There was no way for him to explain how he knew, but he... just did. He nodded in a satisfactory manner, and flexed both of his hands before letting them fall onto the keys. As his fingers danced on each key, he played a beautifully sad, yet uplifting tune. He had heard it in amongst his mother's classical CD collection, and here he was, reproducing it perfectly even though he had only heard it once before. If he remembered correctly, it was called 'River Flows in You'. And it truly did sound like the most beautiful river flowing effortlessly through a picturesque landscape.
If left undisturbed, he would sit here alone revelling in his own music until dinnertime, completely content in the solace.
On this day in particular, he had finished his daily activities early, and had some time before dinner to simply relax in the late afternoon, losing himself in music. He pushed open the doors to the building and walked slowly down the main corridor, counting the number of doors on his left to find out which room he needed to enter. He could never remember by sight, because every door and room looked the same upon first glance. At the sixth door, he paused and turned towards it, reaching out and opening the door before stepping inside. The room was quite small, and had fallen into disuse. Not many campers played the piano, if any, and as such, Castor often had this room to himself. It wasn't that he wanted to escape other peoples' company, because he loved his fellow campers, but sometimes it was nice to simply lose himself in his artistic creations. A small smile tugged at his lips as he felt the familiar nostalgia wash over him, and he was cast back to a time when he was a young boy approaching his grandparents' grand piano. Everyone present had been astonished when he started playing such a beauteous symphony, from memory, without any prior knowledge of what he was playing. It had just flowed from his fingertips.
He approached the piano and placed a hand on top of it, wiping away the dust and laughing softly to himself. "It sucks that no-one plays piano, huh? I bet you'd like it if more people showed you some attention." That was one of the strange quirks he had; referring to musical instruments as people. He only ever did as much when no-one was present around him, because he didn't fancy appearing insane in front of prospective friends. He pushed out the low stool and sat down swiftly on it, shifting until he was comfortable. A low sigh left his lips as he fixed his gaze on the beautiful craftsmanship that went into making this piano. It was made of a soft, pale wood that he couldn't name even if he tried. Maybe a Demeter camper could, if he asked them. But that would mean revealing his special retreat to them. He was quite happy not knowing what kind of wood it was, because that meant he was able to simply enjoy the music he created.
He lifted up the piano's lid and pushed it back, revealing the perfectly preserved set of keys. He briefly tested a high C, and a low C to check that it was still in tune from his last visit. The sweet notes echoed in the small room, and he just knew that it was in tune. There was no way for him to explain how he knew, but he... just did. He nodded in a satisfactory manner, and flexed both of his hands before letting them fall onto the keys. As his fingers danced on each key, he played a beautifully sad, yet uplifting tune. He had heard it in amongst his mother's classical CD collection, and here he was, reproducing it perfectly even though he had only heard it once before. If he remembered correctly, it was called 'River Flows in You'. And it truly did sound like the most beautiful river flowing effortlessly through a picturesque landscape.
If left undisturbed, he would sit here alone revelling in his own music until dinnertime, completely content in the solace.
