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Post by Alex Hades on Mar 26, 2008 13:34:38 GMT -5
Ah, the shade of all things evil and upon his favourite spot within the whole school.
A- Rock.
He sat in peace listening and feeling the sounds of the earth around him. The wind blowing through the trees, the birds calling out to each other, to the ant crawling up his arm.
Ant!?
"Eeewwwww" he exclaimed as he flicked the bug away from his skin. Of course, after he had completed the deed he wanted it back. Regret tortured his heart.
Alas, he was somewhat alone now and so he set Scruffles (whom was carried like a child in his arms) between his crossed legs and placed the acoustic guitar between them.
His fingers began to move along the neck as he glided his fingers strumming gently. (Note: I am a guitar N00b. Oh Gods! -Cries-)
It wasn't long until he had began picking away and had gotten a good rhythm before he had began to sing.
"Clavo mi remo en el agua"
These words familiar to his tongue.
"Llevo tu remo en el mío
Creo que he visto una luz
Al otro lado del rió"
Ah, the beauty that surrounded him and his song!
"El día le ira pudiendo
Poco a poco al frió
Creo que he visto una luz
Al otro lado del rió"
He moved swiftly, the chords and notes from the guitar mimicking that of the water waves, flowing swiftly together.
A slight key change and a difference in his playing erupted from the short musical break but he continued onward.
"Sobre todo creo que
No todo esta perdido
Tanta lagrima, tanta lagrima
Y yo soy un vaso vació
Oigo una voz que me llama
Casi un suspiro
Rema, rema, remaaaa
Rema, rema, remaaaa"
From here, his style changed again. It all gathered in such beauty and awe that one may become Bewitched.
He took breaks and pauses in his playing, but the angelic chorus of his voice was equal to the others.
"En esta orilla del mundo
Lo que no expresa es baldío"
And again, the song resumed as it did in the beginning. His eyes were closed as he played and he rocked in rhythm to the song.
"Creo que visto una luz
Al otro lado del rió
Yo muy serio voy remando
Muy adentro sonrió
Creo que he visto una luz
Al otro lado del rió
Sobre todo creo que
No todo esta perdido
Tanta lagrima, tanta lagrima
Y yo soy un vaso vació
Oigo una voz que me llama
Casi un suspiro
Rema, rema, remaaaa
Rema, rema, remaaaa
En esta orilla del mundo
Lo que no expresa es baldío
Creo que visto una luz
Al otro lado del rió"
He stopped playing from here- finishing the last stanza of his song by using the wood from his guitar as percussion as he completed.
"Clavo mi remo en el agua
Llevo tu remo en el mío
Creo que he visto una luz
Al otro lado del rió"
And he sat in silence to the rest before setting his guitar down on the grass below and hugging his Scruffles tightly.
"C'est Fini."
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Mar 26, 2008 14:42:01 GMT -5
Cuyler, walking at a brisk pace, hands clinging to the straps of his backpack, a sober look upon his face. His class had ended a few moments ago and he had bolted for the door. Today he was going out for lunch to eat. Why he was alone you might ask, well that's just the way he was. Although the energetic piece of cheese he was, he was usually found alone.
Distractions came easy for him. It could be something as simple as the different colour of a lightbulb, or perhaps a fuzz floating through the air, and those birds flying through the sky were something else too! His mind was well entertained, though smart moments he had.
Rocks. He loved to collect rocks as a child. The really tiny sparkly ones that nobody else could manage to find were the ones he preferred. Some called him crazy, but he called it self amusement.
The trip to the closest fast food restaurant was completely forgotten by the dear boy when he heard the sound of a guitar. It was beautiful. He could play the guitar, but not like that. Not in his dreams could he play such fine chords.
Not only was there an amazing guitarist, but a singer as well! Was the school having a concert that he was uninformed about? He just had to go and see what it was all about.
As he drew nearer to the lovely sounds his pace slowed. Slowed right down to a stop. Cuyler stood there, his mouth agape, his eyes staring at the rocks. What big rocks! What big rocks in deed! Where had these rocks come from? He'd never seen them before! Were they perhaps magical rocks that formed in that place as the boy sitting atop them played his native tune?
He closed his mouth and walked in closer. The male had finished playing and was now hugging a bear. But not just any old bear. No, that bear was indeed Scruffles the magnificent! And who might this be hugging the bear? Why it was Alex. Alex Hades, Cuyler's bestest friend in the whole world.
"Gahfushotoyoliiiiiiiow!" he screamed, unable to bring out any words from all the excitement built up inside of him.
"Holey cramoley! AAAAAAALLLLLLEEEX!" he ran in closer, engulfing both Alex and Scruffles in a hug. Three-sum hugs were the best! He let go of them and took a step back, smiling.
"I didn't know you played the guitar AAANNND could sing! WOW! We should start a band! Though, I'm not as good as you are. I'm a big noob. I can play a chord...I think. Well, I think it's a chord anyways. I wasn't really taught any of that stuff. Just improv and tone-thingermajiger. Y'know, where you listen to the song, then play it. Ya...that sorta thing. BUT! WHERE ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN ALL SUMMER LONG?! And when did these rocks get here? I've never seen them before..so i just sorta figured they were magical rocks that appeared when you started playing that wicked awesome tune!" he spoke this mostly in one big jumble, quickly. But he just couldn't hold it in.
"Wait a second. Oh my gooooodness! This means...this means...if you're here..I BET CAM is here too! Woweey! For some reason I had myself thinking none of yous guys were here. Don't know why I thought that way. I guess not seeing you's through the summer, threw me off." he shrugged, taking a seat next to Alex and Scruffles.
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Post by Alex Hades on Mar 26, 2008 17:38:21 GMT -5
The spiritual bond he shared with Scruffles was interupted when he heard a mighty- Gibberish?
"Gahfushotoyoliiiiiiiow!" came the scream and Alex's eyes shot upward with slight fear.
"Holey cramoley! AAAAAAALLLLLLEEEX!"
His eyes locked on a boy with light blonde hair. Alex watched as he ran in closer, engulfing both Alex and Scruffles in a hug. Three-sum hugs were the best! He let go of them and took a step back, smiling.
Suddenly, Alex recognized the boy and attacked him in a hug. Holding onto Scruffles with his left hand, he lept at the boy and pinned him to the ground. He squealed in delight as he did so- eyes twinkled with much happiness, "BUUAAAAAHHHH MOZZZYYYY!"
"I didn't know you played the guitar AAANNND could sing! WOW! We should start a band! Though, I'm not as good as you are. I'm a big noob. I can play a chord...I think. Well, I think it's a chord anyways. I wasn't really taught any of that stuff. Just improv and tone-thingermajiger. Y'know, where you listen to the song, then play it. Ya...that sorta thing. BUT! WHERE ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN ALL SUMMER LONG?! And when did these rocks get here? I've never seen them before..so i just sorta figured they were magical rocks that appeared when you started playing that wicked awesome tune!" he spoke this mostly in one big jumble, quickly but Alex didn't give a damn. In fact, he wasn't really listening either.
"Wait a second. Oh my gooooodness! This means...this means...if you're here..I BET CAM is here too! Woweey! For some reason I had myself thinking none of yous guys were here. Don't know why I thought that way. I guess not seeing you's through the summer, threw me off."
At this, Alex raised himself off of Mozzy's body slightly- seeing as he was hugging him through his super speech.
"Cam? Who's Cam?"
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Mar 26, 2008 17:48:58 GMT -5
Cuyler, pinned to the ground through all that he was saying laughed, for no reason at all. Then Alex lift himself up slightly and spoke.
"Cam? Who's Cam?"
Cuyler chuckled, coming to an upright sitting position, "You don't Know Camillo DaVila?" he asked surprised, "Haha, well he's only the coolest most crazy insane talking nonstop kid I've ever met!" he laughed quietly to himself, running a hand through his hair, "You definitely have to meet him. He's not to hard to find." Cuyler said, subconsciously ripping some grass from the ground and throwing it up in the air and repeating the same thing several times over until he was throwing up dirt.
"Anyways! How was your summer?" he inquired, snapping out of his daze.
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Post by Alex Hades on Mar 26, 2008 18:10:28 GMT -5
He was slightly forced off of Cuyler so Alex sat beside him watching him calmly and peacefully as his heart fluttered in his chest.
It had been long- too long!
"You don't Know Camillo DaVila?" Cuyler asked surprised, "Haha, well he's only the coolest most crazy insane talking nonstop kid I've ever met!" he laughed quietly to himself, running a hand through his hair, "You definitely have to meet him. He's not to hard to find."
This shocked Alex and he hugged Scruffles tightly to his chest. "Cooler than me?"
His eyes widened slightly as he spoke, chin tucked toward his chest and his eyes looking upward. Slowly, his bottom lip began to stick out.
Pouting
Cuyler was subconsciously ripping some grass from the ground and throwing it up in the air and repeating the same thing several times over until he was throwing up dirt and Alex whined slightly. Moving out of the way and backing up several inches. He was still hurt inside.
"Anyways! How was your summer?" Cuyler inquired, snapping out of his daze.
Still hurt by his last comment, he sighed and forced a smile upon his face. The grip he had on Scruffles loosened as he replied.
"Good...You?"
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Post by Camillo DaVila on Mar 26, 2008 18:59:34 GMT -5
A bell rang signaling the end of period two and the beginning of the oh so longed for lunch break. Students rushed out of the brick building, exiting the hell of learning and going off to fill themselves with the goodness of greasy food. Cars were revved up and pulled out of the parking lot, couple walked idly hand in hand for a nice meal. Others simply ran down the sidewalk hoping to not get held up in the massive lines there would most likely be. There were those too, of course who simply ate in the cafeteria of the school, and those who ate outside on the grounds.
One of the many students who preferred to fill his belly in the outdoors was Camillo. Aimlessly walking out of the building he dreaded, Cam searched for a spot in which he could sit. Maybe he would see someone he knew. If not, sitting with random people was always fun. In his hand, Camillo carried a brown paper bag which contained his delicious lunch, packed the nigh before by his dad. He wasn’t entirely sure what his dad hade made, but whatever it was, it must be something good.
A lonely little tree off to his left caught Cam’s attention and sympathy. “Ai, pobresito,” he said sadly. It was clear what he must do in such a situation. The poor tree needed a friend, and a friend he was. Changing his direction, Camillo slowly made his way to the lonesome tree. As he neared the barky being, a voice caught his attention. It was a little ways off, but was obviously singing. Stopping where he stood, Cam leaned to the right and then leaned to the left. He took a few steps to his right, walking sideways as he did so, overjoyed when the music grew louder.
Whoever was playing was really good. Hmm, maybe he could go see who this mysterious bard was. Oh but the tree…Right. With a slight frown, he turned to head back to where he had originally planned to go, but stopped suddenly once more. The words weren’t in English…they were in…Spanish? Curiously Camillo followed the sound of the music, finally making out more of the words. He knew this song…quite well. It was one of his mother’s favored songs, and was one of the many he enjoyed listening to himself.
Without another moment’s hesitation, Camillo began running, hoping to all the god in heaven that he was heading in the right direction. He was determined to find this singing person and nothing could get in his way. Not the group of students which he ran through, not that big root he jumped over. Not even that car!
Fortunately for Camillo, his better judgment told him not to cross the road when a car was speeding down it, and so stood he, jogging on the spot willing the car to move faster. Finally, his chase was on once more, and the music grew louder.
“…Creo que visto una luz
Al otro lado del rió
Clavo mi remo en el agua
Llevo tu remo en el mío
Creo que he visto una luz
Al otro lado del rió.”
And suddenly there was no more music. Confused and disappointed Camillo turned the last corner and looked around where he stood. Strange, there didn’t seem to be a single person around. Except for those two people by the giant rock. Huh, strange. Although, upon closer inspection, recognition hit him. Was that-? Could it really be-?
“MOZZY!” He exclaimed, ignoring the fact that he was out of breath from all that running. Ina few quick strides he reached the blonde haired boy and grabbed him by the shoulders, looking sternly at his friend. “Did you hear the Spanish musics? I know I heard it, and I followed it, all the way here, but I don’t SEE IT!” He said shaking Cuyler at those last two words. His grip on Cuyler soon released and now he ran his hands through his dark hair.
“Ai dios mio no me diga que estoy loco,” he pleaded looking up at the sky briefly before back at Cuyler. “This is probably all a conspiracy! It’s those little green people again, I know it is! They always come and bother me, running through singing the Quangle Wangle's Hat,” he muttered under his breath. As he tried to yet again think of someway to finally destroy the green people’s nasty little hive, a figure caught his attention. There was a boy sitting there with a guitar and a stuffed animal. All worries of the green people were washed away.
“Hi! I didn’t see you there, perdona me, I’m Camillo. Did you hear Spanish musics?” He asked hopefully. His eyes wandered back down to the stuffed animal. It looked so…fluffy. With great effort Camillo managed to keep his arms by his side and not pick up the bear and simply hug it to death. Taking people’s things without asking wasn’t good. He wasn’t supposed to do that. It made people angry and nervous, he repeated in his head
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Mar 28, 2008 15:33:12 GMT -5
Cuyler smiled, patting his friend Alex on the shoulder, seeing anybody sad was not a thing Cuyler enjoyed seeing.
"Silly, you're both cool." he said, smiling, "And my summer was t-" but he was unable to finish his sentence because something really loud and tall had caught his attention. And this object had, quite literally caught his attention.
Camillo was standing before him, clenching Cuyler's shoulders.
“MOZZY!” He exclaimed, “Did you hear the Spanish musics? I know I heard it, and I followed it, all the way here, but I don’t SEE IT!” He said shaking Cuyler at those last two words. His grip on Cuyler soon released and now he ran his hands through his dark hair.
Cuyler looked mortified, his eyes wide with shock as he took in all that Camillo said, "Uh...Hi there Camillo!" he mumbled, confused, "WAIT?! WHAT! SPANISH MUSIC! OHMIGOSH! WHERE?"
There was really truly Spanish music...somewhere. Or was Camillo hearing things. Nah, he wasn't like those crazy people who 'heard the voices'.
“Ai dios mio no me diga que estoy loco,” he cried looking up at the sky briefly before back at Cuyler. “This is probably all a conspiracy! It’s those little green people again, I know it is! They always come and bother me, running through singing the Quangle Wangle's Hat,” he muttered under his breath.
"Quangle Wangle's Hat.......?" there was a short pause after Cuyler repeated these few words, then he burst out into maniacal laughter.
“Hi! I didn’t see you there, perdona me, I’m Camillo. Did you hear Spanish musics?” He asked hopefully.
Cuyler hit his head, "Right, right. Sorry guys." he said, standing, "Alex, this is Camillo DaVila...and Cammy this is Alex Hades. Hurray! You two've finally met!" he clapped his hands together happily.
“Can I touch your bear? Porfavor?” Cam asked, now clasping his hands together, just to be sure.
Cuyler frowned. HE would be really surprised if Alex let him touch the bear. He usually didn't let random people touch his bear. But maybe now that they were finally introduced, greeted and all that fallderall he would be more willing.
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Post by Alex Hades on Mar 28, 2008 16:41:02 GMT -5
He watched Cuyler and smiled as he noticed the light bounce off of his bright hair. Until he noticed another male.
"Silly, you're both cool." Mozzy said smiling afterward. He seemed a little heartbroken in his voice but Alex paid no attention and ignored Mozzy after as he focused his attention to the male who was now nearing closer.
“MOZZY!” He exclaimed.
Alex quirked a brow, so they knew each other. He watched in silence as they talked their gibberish he wasn't a part of in front of him.
“Did you hear the Spanish musics? I know I heard it, and I followed it, all the way here, but I don’t SEE IT!” He said shaking Cuyler at those last two words. His grip on Cuyler soon released and now he ran his hands through his dark hair.
"Uh...Hi there Camillo!" Cuyler mumbled, confused at something. Possibly the fact that he was there- shaking his body. Alex smiled as he soon surfaced into reality, "WAIT?! WHAT! SPANISH MUSIC! OHMIGOSH! WHERE?"
“Ai dios mio no me diga que estoy loco,” Cam pleaded looking up at the sky briefly before back at Cuyler. “This is probably all a conspiracy! It’s those little green people again, I know it is! They always come and bother me, running through singing the Quangle Wangle's Hat,” he muttered under his breath.
"Quangle Wangle's Hat.......?" there was a short pause after Cuyler repeated these few words, then he burst out into maniacal laughter.
Alex smiled, he always loved how Cuyler laughed at things. He was always so happy!
“Hi! I didn’t see you there, perdona me, I’m Camillo. Did you hear Spanish musics?” Ce asked hopefully and Alex watched his eyes wandered down to his Scruffles.
Alex, boasted his bear as well as tightening his grip on it. What was he going to do- torture him because he loved his Scruffles!?
Cuyler hit his head, "Right, right. Sorry guys." he said, standing. Alex wasn't really paying attention as he stared into Cam's eyes, searching to know what he really thought.
"Alex, this is Camillo DaVila...and Cammy this is Alex Hades. Hurray! You two've finally met!"
“Can I touch your bear? Porfavor?” Cam asked, now clasping his hands together.
Alex froze and felt his heart leap in fear. The sheer horror of the thought!
His heart raced in his chest. Were his fears coming true!? Was he actually going to hurt him?
I was joking!
He held Scruffles tight to his body and suddenly he wished he hadn't brought him.
"I did it. It was my musics- well, my cover of it," he said atlast, looking up into Camillo's eyes battling his fear of humiliation.
"Al otro lado del rió"
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Post by Camillo DaVila on Apr 1, 2008 18:28:29 GMT -5
"Right, right. Sorry guys. Alex, this is Camillo DaVila...and Cammy this is Alex Hades. Hurray! You two've finally met!"
“Hola Alex,” Camilo said smiling, his original request lost in the words that now escaped him. He turned back to Cuyler and nodded. “So you know the Quangle Wangle’s Hat too? It’s a horribly annoying poem. I mean, I used to love it. Until, well, the little green people in my room started singing it and waking me up in the middle of the night,” he said with a slight frown. “Y ahora I have it stuck in my head,” he said frustrated, throwing his arms up in the air. With a defeated sigh he began reciting the poem from where it was currently in his head. His mother had instructed him on this many times. When a tune or phrase is stuck in one’s head simply say it aloud and it should go away. In theory. This generally didn’t work for most people, but it worked fantastically for Camillo. Unfortunately, this little long poem was what usually was stuck in his head, and so, he would often get strange glances when he began reciting the children’s poem in the middle of the street.
“…And the Blue Babboon, who played the flute,
And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,
And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat,
All came and built on the lovely Hat
Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
And the Quangle Wangle said
To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
When all these creatures move
What a wonderful noise there'll be!'
And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
They danced to the flute of the Blue Babboon,
On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,
And all were as happy as happy could be,
With the Quangle Wangle Quee.”
The words came out quickly and in a sort of a scramble, but they had done their trick and the words were no longer going off in his head. Which was a good thing since the poem was a good 54 lines or so.
Cam’s attention no longer occupied by the poem turned back to Alex and his bear. His original request of being able to hold the bear resurfaced in his mind, but the need to actually hold it wasn’t there like it had been before. Odd. Maybe reciting that thing did more than just get it out of his head.
"I did it. It was my musics- well, my cover of it. Al otro lado del rió"
As Alex spoke his words, his eyes stayed locked onto those of Cammy’s. Camillo stared in amazement at this boy’s eyes, not really believing that they were the colour they were. Well, was. Since he could really only see his one eye. Still that one eye was enough. Could it really be that blue? A pang of jealousy hit him as he was reminded of his own mud brown eyes. Blinking he brought himself back to reality at to the comment that Alex had made. About the Spanish music he had heard. It had been Alex. Playing the music. And singing in Spanish.
Wait. What?!
“Que!?” Camillo exclaimed finally understanding what exactly had happened. “You were singing ‘Al Otro Lado Del Rio’? Esa es una de mis canciones favoritas! Me encanta!” he said excitedly. “Cuyler Cuyler Cuyler,” he said shaking one of Cuyler’s arm’s, his eyes not leaving the form of Alex. “He was singing ‘Al Otro Lado Del Rio’. He was where the Spanish music was coming from,” he said his voice now above a whisper at the awe he was in. “He was the one cantando la cancione! You!” he said now pointing at Alex, “Are amazing,” he said simply.
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Apr 5, 2008 8:12:07 GMT -5
“Hola Alex,” Camilo said smiling. He turned back to Cuyler and nodded. “So you know the Quangle Wangle’s Hat too? It’s a horribly annoying poem. I mean, I used to love it. Until, well, the little green people in my room started singing it and waking me up in the middle of the night,” he said with a slight frown and Cuyler shook his head with a saddened expression, for he did not know of the Quangle Wangle's Hat. “Y ahora I have it stuck in my head,” he said frustrated, throwing his arms up in the air.
“…And the Blue Babboon, who played the flute,
And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,
And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat,
All came and built on the lovely Hat
Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
And the Quangle Wangle said
To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
When all these creatures move
What a wonderful noise there'll be!'
And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
They danced to the flute of the Blue Babboon,
On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,
And all were as happy as happy could be,
With the Quangle Wangle Quee.”
"There's a Land of TUTE!?!?!" Cuyler exclaimed, bending over as he placed the palms of his hand on either side of his face. Truly you do learn something every day. Who knew that there was in deed a land of Tute. A LAND, OF, TUUUUUTTTTEEE! Amazing!
"I did it. It was my musics- well, my cover of it," Alex said, looking up into Cammy's eyes.
"Al otro lado del rió"
"Oooh, that was Spanish you were singin'? Haha, I would've never guessed," his eyes flicked over to Camillo, "Hold on. Wait waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait! Cammy? How did you know that it was Spanish music? Unless...you aren't Spanish...are you? Oh my goodness GREAT BALLS OF FIRE! I HAVE FRIENDS THAT ARE SPANISH SPEAKING! Why was I never informed of this before! Wowie! What an exciting day this is. And to think, I was gunna go eat pizza by myself! Holey Cramoley!"
Cuyler had to sit down. It was all so much to take in. First The land of Tute, and now he had Spanish speaking friends? What a day! WHAT A DAY!
He sat there smiling softly to himself at the new found information.
"I wish I could speak Spanish." he said before sighing and looking towards the ground. Again his eyes stared off into the air and he subconsiously began picking the grass from the ground and throwing it up in the air.
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Post by Alex Hades on Apr 8, 2008 20:59:33 GMT -5
Alex stared in amazement at Camillo's eyes, not really believing that they were the colour they were. Could they really be that beautiful and- the same? A pang of jealousy hit him as he was reminded of his own mixed eys.
“Que!?” Camillo exclaimed and Alex jumped a bit. He hadn't expected that reply. “You were singing ‘Al Otro Lado Del Rio’? Esa es una de mis canciones favoritas! Me encanta!” Cam said excitedly. “Cuyler Cuyler Cuyler,” Cam muttered shaking one of Cuyler’s arm’s, Alex kept his eyes locked onto his. Slowly, the world began to fade and all it was, was Scruffles, Cam and he- together. Until he spoke again, “He was singing ‘Al Otro Lado Del Rio’. He was where the Spanish music was coming from,” he said his voice now above a whisper at the awe he was in. “He was the one cantando la cancione! You!” Cam exclaimed now pointing at Alex, “Are amazing!"
He could feel his cheeks burn as he ducked his head in toward his chest. "It's one of my favourite songs too!" he exclaimed. His heart beat quickly as he inched closer. Of course, he was stopped short of actually moving by Cuylers words.
"Oooh, that was Spanish you were singin'? Haha, I would've never guessed," Alex watched his eyes flicked over to Camillo, "Hold on. Wait waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait! Cammy? How did you know that it was Spanish music? Unless...you aren't Spanish...are you? Oh my goodness GREAT BALLS OF FIRE! I HAVE FRIENDS THAT ARE SPANISH SPEAKING! Why was I never informed of this before! Wowie! What an exciting day this is. And to think, I was gunna go eat pizza by myself! Holey Cramoley!"
Alex smiled again at Cuyler and watched him sit down. He placed his hand atop his head and tussled the white hair that lay about. Oh how he loved his Cuyler!
"I wish I could speak Spanish." Cuyler contemplated before sighing and looking towards the ground. Again his eyes stared off into the air and he subconsiously began picking the grass from the ground and throwing it up in the air.
And once more, Alex took a few steps out of range by the grass and dirt.
"I only know a little," he said- to Camillo although his eyes stayed fixed on Cuyler. "I've just picked up some of it here and there."
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Post by Camillo DaVila on Apr 11, 2008 19:40:58 GMT -5
"Oooh, that was Spanish you were singin'? Haha, I would've never guessed. Hold on. Wait waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait! Cammy? How did you know that it was Spanish music? Unless...you aren't Spanish...are you? Oh my goodness GREAT BALLS OF FIRE! I HAVE FRIENDS THAT ARE SPANISH SPEAKING! Why was I never informed of this before! Wowie! What an exciting day this is. And to think, I was gunna go eat pizza by myself! Holey
Cramoley!"
Camillo stared in wonder at his blonde haired friend, shocked that he, Cuyler did not know that he, Camillo could speak Spanish. Yes, he knew that Mozzy was a bit of an air head, heck, he himself was one too, they were a pair of air heads. Like two balloons. Filled with helium. Helium was fun. Especially when you sucked it in and then tried speaking. Though people at stores don’t thin it’s very funny when you start filling random bags with the element. Maybe if they tried really hard they could start floating. But that would take a lot of helium. Maybe with enough balloons...yes, it just may work. He was about to voice his ingenious plan when he remembered what it was he was originally thinking. Something to do with air heads. Oh right. How he and Mozzy were both air heads. Yet how shamelessly Mozzy didn’t know he spoke Spanish. Right. So, back to that. How could Cuyler have not known! He spoke Spanish every five minutes without realization.
"You didn’t know I spoke and was Spanish?" He asked his voice slightly trembling. "How could you-I mean we’ve-I’ve-como no lo sabias?!" he cried exasperated at the now sitting boy. "And don’t rip the grass out like that," he scolded, though his scolding was lost with smile that had crossed across his face. "You know you shouldn’t when we have a Tree Spirit friend. The grass is like a cousin to her, no?" He said sitting down in front of Cuyler, also crossing his legs and drumming his fingers on his pant leg. His foot also bounced slightly against the ground.
"I only know a little," came the voice of Alex, "I've just picked up some of it here and there."
"Oh, si?" Cam said excitedly turning to look at him. "What else do you know? Where exactly did you learn it? Did you know what the song you were singing meant? It’s a very nice song. A love song. Es muy bonita. And you have a beautiful voice. It was almost better than the original! Your pronunciation of the words was very good too, for only knowing a little,” he said now holding onto the calves of his legs.
“I wish I could play the guitar. Or any form of instrument. Pero, no se. I don’t have the patience. Or the motivation. But It would be nice. Maybe. I really like listening to music. Like other people play. I’d rather be an audience than a performer,” he said looking off to the side slightly as he spoke. His statement was a bit off, seeing as he was in the center of attention quite a lot of the time. He loved being watched, and being the thing people were looking at, but actually performing and entertaining others with some sort of skill? That he could never do, because he had no skills. Other than being well, himself.
His eye caught Cuyler’s form once more and he recalled words that Cuyler had said regarding his most loved/hated poem. He would have to show Cuyler all the wonderfulness that was the land of Tute. You see, when Camillo had first heard this poem his eyes had been opened. That had been about a year and a half ago. He had immediately begun to replicate this world in the closet of his room. It was quite an accomplishment. Most of his clothes were on the floor because of this diagram. |
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Apr 12, 2008 12:03:28 GMT -5
A hand was placed atop his head and he felt his lightly coloured hair being tussled. He looked up to see that it was Alex's doing. The dark haired male had a strange habit of doing this. At first Cuyler hadn't liked it at all, but he actually didn't mind it now. It made him feel loved. Like he were a loyal dog being acknowledged by his best friend in the whole world.
Cuyler smiled softly to himself before gazing over at a confused Camillo. "You didn’t know I spoke and was Spanish?" He asked his voice slightly trembling. "How could you-I mean we’ve-I’ve-como no lo sabias?!" he cried exasperated, "And don’t rip the grass out like that," he scolded, though his scolding was lost with smile that had crossed across his face. "You know you shouldn’t when we have a Tree Spirit friend. The grass is like a cousin to her, no?" He said sitting down in front of Cuyler, also crossing his legs and drumming his fingers on his pant leg. His foot also bounced slightly against the ground.
Cuyler frowned for he had heard Cammy talk of his tree spirit friend many times. But he had never actually met her. Which was a strange fact to admit, because Cuyler practically knew everybody there was in the school. Unless they were uber quiet, which this girl, from what he was told, was now quiet in the least bit.
"I wish I could meet this Tree Spirit." he muttered, patting the grass. He intertwined his fingers on top of his head so he would not want to pull on the grass.
"I only know a little," Alex told Cammy, "I've just picked up some of it here and there."
"Oh, si?" Cam said excitedly turning to look at him. "What else do you know? Where exactly did you learn it? Did you know what the song you were singing meant? It’s a very nice song. A love song. Es muy bonita. And you have a beautiful voice. It was almost better than the original! Your pronunciation of the words was very good too, for only knowing a little,” he said now holding onto the calves of his legs.
“I wish I could play the guitar. Or any form of instrument. Pero, no se. I don’t have the patience. Or the motivation. But It would be nice. Maybe. I really like listening to music. Like other people play. I’d rather be an audience than a performer,” he said looking off to the side slightly as he spoke.
Cuyler grinned brightly, "Maybe I could teach you! I know a bit. I mean I'm not a pro like Alex, BUT! That doesn't matter. I could still teach you either way. haha. It'd be fun! Maybe we can raid the drama room again! [/center] |
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Post by Alex Hades on Apr 16, 2008 15:39:09 GMT -5
"You didn’t know I spoke and was Spanish?" Cam asked, his voice was slightly trembling. "How could you-I mean we’ve-I’ve-como no lo sabias?!" he cried in vain, "And don’t rip the grass out like that," he scolded, though his scolding was lost with smile that had crossed across his face. "You know you shouldn’t when we have a Tree Spirit friend. The grass is like a cousin to her, no?" He said sitting down in front of Cuyler, also crossing his legs and drumming his fingers on his pant leg. His foot also bounced slightly against the ground.
Alex could do nothing but raise a brow as he watched Cam. He was- amazing! His voice sent a chill through his heart and it knocked against his ribs.
"I wish I could meet this Tree Spirit." Cuyler muttered, patting the grass.
Alex looked down at Mozzy, he had ceased to realize that his hand was still there. It made his heart stop. His hands were so soft!
And after he had informed Cam of his speaking, he replied simply.
"Oh, si?" Cam said excitedly turning to look at him. "What else do you know? Where exactly did you learn it? Did you know what the song you were singing meant? It’s a very nice song. A love song. Es muy bonita. And you have a beautiful voice. It was almost better than the original! Your pronunciation of the words was very good too, for only knowing a little,” he said now holding onto the calves of his legs. “I wish I could play the guitar. Or any form of instrument. Pero, no se. I don’t have the patience. Or the motivation. But It would be nice. Maybe. I really like listening to music. Like other people play. I’d rather be an audience than a performer,” he said looking off to the side slightly as he spoke.
Cuyler grinned brightly, "Maybe I could teach you! I know a bit. I mean I'm not a pro like Alex, BUT! That doesn't matter. I could still teach you either way. haha. It'd be fun! Maybe we can raid the drama room again!"
Alex smiled- mostly to himself. But he beamed with pride at Cam. They were both so damned happy! He enjoyed it greatly. "I pick it up where I hear it and I can usually figure out a sentence when I read it or hear it," he began explaining. "A lot of the words are very similar to french- which is as you know a second language to us here."
He held Scruffles tightly and heaved a sigh. "It's a love song. In a nut shell, he's rowing to the light across the river."
Lowering his chin, he looked at Cuyler with his warm eyes. "I'm not Pro my sweet." He smiled but quickly continued to not make it awkward, "-Mozzy."
Lightly, his cheeks reddened before he calmed himself down.
"I'm still learning too."
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Post by Camillo DaVila on Apr 19, 2008 19:03:55 GMT -5
"Maybe I could teach you! I know a bit. I mean I'm not a pro like Alex, BUT! That doesn't matter. I could still teach you either way. Ha-ha. It'd be fun! Maybe we can raid the drama room again!"
“You could teach me? You would tech me?” Camillo asked thrilled. “Yes! It will be fun! Though I don’t think I will be very good. And I’m sure you’re good too Mozzy. Ah, I can’t wait! Can you believe it? I’m going to learn how to play the guitar! Me! Yo! La guitara! My papas no lo van a creier!”
Wow, him play the guitar. He probably wouldn’t be any good, and he’d probably end up doing his own thing and randomly plucking strings, but that was okay! It would be fun because he would be friends. Heh, friends. These really were his friends. Really truly friends. Not just people that he sometimes hung out with for lunch or when he had nothing better to do. His parents would be happy. They would need to have a party. Though, he may need to ask Cuyler and Alex if they didn’t mind drinking. Knowing his family, there would be drinks, food, and lots of music and dancing. Maybe LaDon would come too…and maybe some other people too. He could just do a party. Yes! A welcome back to school party! Minus the learning, books, and teachers!
But first, he would need to plan things out more. Make sure it was okay and whatnot. Though he was sure his parents would be thrilled and more than happy to oblige. Heck, they would be mingling with his friends too.
Camillo was filed with excitement at his idea of what was to come when his eyes that were just moments before focused on the two boys before them moved to follow the path of something whit and fluffy. It glided slowly on the air, going up, down, and up again, moving further and further away from Camillo. It was a dandelion seed. They were all over the place this time of year, but for some reason, their entertainment was always enjoyable. Camillo stayed silent as his eyes remained glued to the thing, willing the wind to blow towards. And it did! The seed was closer now…only a little longer and…
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Camillo had launched himself from his cross-legged position, diving after the dandelion seed. He’d landed hard on his stomach, hands outstretch for the white fluff. His legs were stretched out behind, and he slowly kicked them up as he opened his hands. In it was the seed, no longer a perfect circular like shape, but all crumpled. still the little brow seed attached was there.
His face lit up happily as he stared at the thing.. When he was younger, his parents had told him that the dandelion seeds were letters, special messages that people have said, and then blown across the world. Who knows where this seed came from? But the letter was obviously intended for him since he had caught it.
“Hmm, I wonder who this is from,” he said out loud, looking at eh brown seed closely. He was now rested on his elbows, legs up in the air behind him. “Have you ever gotten a message?” he asked both Cuyler and Alex, though his focus remained on his letter. “I’ve gotten a lot of them. I keep them in a box at home. I have many. Maybe I could show them to you some time. And then we could eat empanadas, and some torta de miloja. Mi papi makes the best food. I wonder, what we’re eating today. Ah, ahora tengo ambre,” he complained rolling over onto his back, arms stretched out .
"I pick it up where I hear it and I can usually figure out a sentence when I read it or hear it. A lot of the words are very similar to French- which is as you know a second language to us here."
Camillo’s head turned from facing the sky to look over at Alex. Spanish really was very similar to French, the main reason why he did so well in that class without having to try or pay too much attention. IT sounded like he was interested in the language. Maybe he could teach him some more now and then.
“It's a love song. In a nut shell, he's rowing to the light across the river."
“Si, it’s a wonderful song. Mi mami loves it. She listens to it often, especially when she’s cleaning. She doesn’t let me sing to it when she’s listening to it though because she says I’ll ‘ruin the song’,” he said with a grin. Looking over he saw that Alex was busy playing with Cuyler’s hair. And of course, he caught the pause between ‘my sweet’ and ‘Mozzy’. The flushing of Alex’s face was caught too, and Camillo could only grin wider. He turned himself around once more so he was again on his stomach, playing with a few pebbles laying around on the ground. |
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