Who: Mitchie Torres. Open if anyone wants to join What: Trying to block out what's happening outside. When: Around noon Where: Isis Rating: G Status: Narrative, and Complete unless someone wants to join
Ever since arriving in this world, she'd been nothing but terrified and jumpy. Mitchie didn't really leave Isis. But she didn't know anyone there either, so she'd found herself being very secluded, something she wasn't really use to. She was an only child, but she still liked to be around people. She liked crowds, interacting with others. Mitchie missed her friends, she missed her home, she missed music. Every time she signed online people were talking about another death, or someone was dying. She could hardly believe this was real, but it was happening, and that scared the heck out of her.
She had been keeping to herself, coming off as timid and mild, which for the most part, wasn't really something she did. She had sworn she'd never let her self get intimidated by others again. But this was different. Tess was just an ant compared to what was happening around here. So Mitchie had spent a lot of time with a pen and paper, just writing. But she didn't want to write about this place. So focused her thoughts to her summer, and everything that had passed at Camp Rock.
She'd been here maybe a week and, for the first time, she decided to explore the building around her. Brand new song book in hand, she left her room quietly, and headed down the hallway. It was obvious Lana had all kinds of money, and she had to wonder how the woman had got it all. At least it was going to good use. Mitchie was grateful to her, at least. It was either here or...well, she wasn't really sure where else she could have gone that wouldn't have scared her.
She was just peeking her head into random rooms, briefly looking around, when she spotted something in one of them. A piano. Stopping, Mitchie took a step into the room. "Hello?" she asked, glancing around. It was quite. "Anyone here?" she checked again, just to be sure. She didn't know if they were allowed to use the piano, but she was going to assume she could. No one else was here, so what was the harm? she quickly glanced behind her into the hallway, and then took a step forward. A silently as she could she made her way to the piano and sat down.
Opening the top to display the ivory keys, she ran her fingers over them lightly, before sitting herself more appropriately. She placed her book on the stand, and opened the pages, even though she didn't really need it. Mitchie hadn't wrote out all the music for this, but she had a small part of the piano written out that she wanted to try. It was just the chorus, and she was playing it slower than it was meant to be sang. But still, being able to play music brought a small bit of comfort. It made her feel secure, like not everything in the world was going up in flames. For a short moment, she was home.
Her fingers moved along the keys with ease, taking her time, as the sound of the piano filled the room.
"Gone are the days of summer We couldn't change it if we tried Why would we want to Let's go where we got to Our paths will cross again in time It's never the same tomorrow And tomorrow's never clear So come on come on You know Our time Our time is here"
She didn't know how far the music would go, but unless the walls were sound proof, the song would probably carry pretty far throughout the building.
As she sang to herself, she thought of the moments at Camp that had made her summer the best one ever. She'd rather deal with Tess drama all over again then be here, but it seemed like she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Mitchie wasn't special, she had no rare gifts. She could sing, and play music, but that wasn't going to get her very far here. She had to rely on others to stay alive. She had to stay behind a locked door while others were dying. It made her feel weak, but she didn't have the courage to step outside. Mitchie didn't even know how to throw a proper punch. She was fairly sure telling off a vampire wouldn't make it stop coming after her. And so she remained trapped inside, with only her music as company. For now, that would have to be enough.