Kathrine Banrie's Story

Kathrine wandered through the halls- after arranging her room in such a way that she would have optimal time in the morning to get ready in the morning. She had desided she needed to make sure people knew her- and didn't pry or try to become her friend. She was still wandering when she heard a loud noise, one she immidiately recognized to be a guitar. She wandered toward the noise, until she found the source- and the player. A blue haired boy. "Hello!" She yelled over the music and waked closer, then around him. "You mind?!" She yelled, gesturing to the drum set near him. She loved to play it, and it was almost her favorite behind the saxophone. She made sure not to mention her name or who she was as she sat down at the drums and picked up some discarded sticks.

She began to tap her feet to the music, then began to play to it- filling in the spots where the noise got a little softer and backing down as it got louder. She used to apply her phobias to things like that- she could be herself if there was less people, and she slowly faded into the background, hiding herself so she wouldn't connect to anyone as more people came. She smiled as she began to play faster, in out, in out, and again. She listened to the melody for a moment before she adruptly stopped, then began again. She realized she hadn't played the drums for a time- she had been sure she practiced enough not to forget, but then she had to practice saxophone, then guitar, then piano, then do homework- she had little to no time to really play. She had more time now, now that she was here.

Romeo had barely heard someone come in until they started to play. Smiling to himself he played louder but slowed down until they had the beat down and he sped back up. He played loud and proud and smiled the whole time. When the song ended he laughed and spun around to face the person. "Well hello there fellow student~" He said with a pleasant smirk on his lips. The brown haired girl looked young then him... Maybe but older then Juliet his sister. "Might I ask your name? Oh and before you ask for mine first... It's Romeo... Romeo Vlo at your service miss." Smiling becomingly he played a tune on his guitar gently. "And if I can ask another question~ Where did you learn to play like that? You picked up the beat quite quickly." Smiling even wider he played his little tune.

"Hello, Romeo. I......." she bit her lip lightly. "Kat, call me Kat.... but... don't...." she said lightly. That was her middle ground- she didn't care if anyone knew her name, but if they knew her full name they could find out about her life- and that was something she didn't want anyone poking into. She looked down as she continued "I.... um..... it's.... a.... I have a.. uh... problem with... something... and... er.... I practice? I play guitar too... and saxophone, and flute, and a medley of other things" she wanted to tell him, but what if he told another person? It wasn't like she could just go around telling her phobia's to everyone. Maybe if she was his friend- not the other way around- and she knew she could trust him not to tell anyone... who was she kidding, she couldn't tell him. She would have to be dependent on him not to tell anyone- if everyone knew her phobias, it would be okay, but they didn't, so she didn't want to be labeled as something she wasn't. She smiled as he played the tune again, and she waited for him to finish, then played a tune of her own.

Romeo smiled. He could tell that Kat did not trust him. "Haha sorry if I'm making you awkward." He played his guitar slowly. "You can play quite a few instruments by the sound of it... It can only my guitar. My sister has a phobia of noise so it's hard finding time to practice guitar with her around." He played a happy tune and smiled at Kat. "I can tell you don't trust me... It's cool I get it." Looking away he continued to play with little on his mind...

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Juliet jumped as a voice split the silence. She blinked and looked over at a boy who appeared to be writing. "Who? Me?" She blinked her bright eyes. It was strange talking to someone without her brother there to dive into the spot light and drag her away before she got even a sentence in... "I'm fine..." She coughed. "Just a little dizzy and startled... N-NOT CAUSE OF YOU!" Putting her hands up she waved them wildly her cheeks going red. "I-I just heard loud noises and I well umm... Ran and then here and... I should stop talking..." She shyly shifted. "But... Ummm how are you? Are you alright?" She asked shyly to the blonde haired boy.

"No, no, it's just that I have a problem with....I suppose it doesn't matter if everyone knows, it's not like I will be labeled a freak here for it... I have a problem with dependence. Even small things, like depending on someone to not tell my secrets. But because I dont care if you tell- it won't matter. I like music- though sometimes its a pain to practice all the intruments to make sure I won't loose my ability to play them well" Kathrine smiled and put down the sticks. "Well I suppose I should be heading off, back to my room" she said simply, standing up. "totsiens,sbohem, au revoir, and all that" and with that she walked out of the room quickly.

Romeo blinked at Kat. She had in a way the same problem he did. But before he could really say anything about it she'd practically waltzed out of the room. "H-hey!" Swinging the guitar so it was on his back he followed after her. Into the hall he caught up with her. "Hey! Kat... Don't worry... I get it... I'm the same way... I have a phobia that makes me afraid of being rejected by others... and another that won't even let me hug my mom and dad... I get it soo..." Smiling he reached out a touched her head to comfort her soon as his hand made it to her head though he pulled away. "Don't worry... I know what its like to depend on another... It's hard being your own person when you need someone else that much... I get that its scary and annoying... So I will keep your secret and you don't have to depend on me... Not unless you choose." Smiling he turned back to walk the other way. Maybe he'd head down to the docks and play a tune there... Maybe.

"I-It's not a secret. Tell anyone you like" Kathrine said, turning around to walk away, but before she left, she forced herself to say something. It was low, and he probably couldn't hear it, but she didn't care, she had said it- "It's Kathrine..... I...I hope to see you around" she choked back her fear of having to depend on a someone to be a friend as she started to run back to her room, her heart in her throat. She slammed the door behind her and she walked over to her dresser, where nick-knacks were set out from her life. She picked up a small journal and went over to her bed, picking up a small bottle of ink and a calligraphy pen along the way- she just liked writing with them better for some reason- and she began to write. A short story, then an account of her trip over, what she missed- whatever came to mind.

Kathrine sat in her room, fiddling with, well, a fiddle. She hummed and played a few notes as she walked around her room. It was a deep mauve painted instrument, with a few hand-painted birds on it. It was one of her favorite instruments. She set it down and sighed. It was actually her first instrument, the one that had got her interested in it- and her mom on a quest to make her have no fun ever. She put it down when she was satisfied and put her clothing for the day on her dresser. Then put it away and got out new clothing.

She sighed and walked back into the hallway. "Library, then?" she said to herself and walked along, trying to find the library... frankly, she didn't know where it was so she was just walked around lazily.

Starting to feel a bit better, if not still kind of doped up, she sits back in her chair. The world is less spiny than it was before, and she begins to really look around for the first time. Far down the hallway she sees another girl approaching, and unable to resist, sticks her head out to look at her, leaning almost out of the chair they’ve plopped her down in. “Hmmmm. Looks like there’s actually people here after all.” Mumbling quietly to herself, she leans down in the chair to pick up her fallen forearm crutches, the tall chair with arms making it hard for her to reach them. Her fingers just barely manage to brush the top of one of them, but not enough to grab it. “Poop.” Frowning and thinking rather unkind thoughts about being given crutches when she’s all doped up and not put in her wheelchair, she frowns and gives up the vain effort to pick up the pink walking sticks from the floor.