Post by White Mimic on Oct 15, 2011 15:54:15 GMT -5
Had he wanted to make a pirate crew?
“Absolutely not!” The sudden outburst at Corvun’s suggestion was rather uncharacteristic of Klaus, but he maintained the desperate negativity in his eyes, though he almost dropped the cigarette in his mouth. It was not an anger he felt at the suggestion, but it was definitely one of the worst ideas he had ever heard.
“If I were a pirate, it would be awful! Being chased by marines, fearing for my life at all times of the day and night? I’d never be able to go back home ever again, I’d never be able to go out in public!” Klaus harbored no resentment towards any pirates specifically, but he knew how the world viewed them, and he was certain of how they generally acted, especially to people and other pirates. No, he wasn’t interested, not in the slightest.
He got up and wrapped the blanket that was just given to him around himself a little tighter. He gave Corvun a strange look that might’ve been his version of disapproval (though it looked more like he had found out some particularly bad news). “There’s no way in hell that something like that could ever…” He stopped himself and looked off in some wayward direction before storming off below deck of the slaves’ evacuation ship. The look on his face after he suddenly became quiet was no different than what he was wearing while he talked to Corvun, but the way he said it, it was no secret he was hiding something.
Below deck, he sought out his own sleeping space, somewhere in the corner of a room no one would visit frequently, somewhere where he’d be out of the way and where people would have to go out of their way to see him. He found some storage closet that was nearly empty and sat in it for a while; he just wanted to be alone for now.
When Klaus finally decided to come out of the closet he was sleeping in that night, it was only because there wasn’t enough light to write down a few more pieces to pass the time. He didn’t know how long it would take to get to Mirrorball but he didn’t want to wait around doing nothing until then.
He had moved to the hallway outside of his closet room and was drawing out the staves for lines to a new piece he was working on. Inside the closet were a few sheets of paper and even fewer pieces of charcoal, so he would have to make them count and make no mistakes. Every few moments he would hum to himself a few notes before furiously writing down significantly more than he had hummed, and then some, with an almost merciless caution of correctness and spacing. Every time he made a mistake or wasn’t feeling a certain bar, he had to ditch that sheet and start over on the next. To this point he had already wasted 4 of the sheets he found in the closet.
Every so often, people would walk by, all of them slaves turned staff of the ship. And whenever they walked by him, he would stop humming and just stare at them, covering his work like a child would to a drawing. It was a strange tendency, from an outsider’s point of view, but Klaus always had the same reason for the little quirk. No one was allowed to hear or even see his work until he could play it for himself to hear flawlessly, just to make sure it was perfect before it could be heard in its lesser states. The one problem with that was he had no instrument to play it with, not this piece at least. It was being written for piano and it wouldn’t be easily played without multiple instruments if not played by piano, and multiple instruments meant multiple people. But, despite his own inadequacies as a person (he counted the lack of his tool of choice an inadequacy), there was some good news. He heard from passers-by that Mirrorball was supposedly a musically oriented island. If that was the case, it would be very easy for him to fit in there, with his own musical talents.
But of course, whenever Klaus wasn’t negative, he was generally unlucky. He was not aware of the kind of music that was usually played on Mirrorball, and when he was to get there, it would not be a pleasant surprise for him. But then again, we’re getting ahead of ourselves aren’t we. There were still a few days before landing on Mirrorball.
“Absolutely not!” The sudden outburst at Corvun’s suggestion was rather uncharacteristic of Klaus, but he maintained the desperate negativity in his eyes, though he almost dropped the cigarette in his mouth. It was not an anger he felt at the suggestion, but it was definitely one of the worst ideas he had ever heard.
“If I were a pirate, it would be awful! Being chased by marines, fearing for my life at all times of the day and night? I’d never be able to go back home ever again, I’d never be able to go out in public!” Klaus harbored no resentment towards any pirates specifically, but he knew how the world viewed them, and he was certain of how they generally acted, especially to people and other pirates. No, he wasn’t interested, not in the slightest.
He got up and wrapped the blanket that was just given to him around himself a little tighter. He gave Corvun a strange look that might’ve been his version of disapproval (though it looked more like he had found out some particularly bad news). “There’s no way in hell that something like that could ever…” He stopped himself and looked off in some wayward direction before storming off below deck of the slaves’ evacuation ship. The look on his face after he suddenly became quiet was no different than what he was wearing while he talked to Corvun, but the way he said it, it was no secret he was hiding something.
Below deck, he sought out his own sleeping space, somewhere in the corner of a room no one would visit frequently, somewhere where he’d be out of the way and where people would have to go out of their way to see him. He found some storage closet that was nearly empty and sat in it for a while; he just wanted to be alone for now.
~~~The Next Day~~~
When Klaus finally decided to come out of the closet he was sleeping in that night, it was only because there wasn’t enough light to write down a few more pieces to pass the time. He didn’t know how long it would take to get to Mirrorball but he didn’t want to wait around doing nothing until then.
He had moved to the hallway outside of his closet room and was drawing out the staves for lines to a new piece he was working on. Inside the closet were a few sheets of paper and even fewer pieces of charcoal, so he would have to make them count and make no mistakes. Every few moments he would hum to himself a few notes before furiously writing down significantly more than he had hummed, and then some, with an almost merciless caution of correctness and spacing. Every time he made a mistake or wasn’t feeling a certain bar, he had to ditch that sheet and start over on the next. To this point he had already wasted 4 of the sheets he found in the closet.
Every so often, people would walk by, all of them slaves turned staff of the ship. And whenever they walked by him, he would stop humming and just stare at them, covering his work like a child would to a drawing. It was a strange tendency, from an outsider’s point of view, but Klaus always had the same reason for the little quirk. No one was allowed to hear or even see his work until he could play it for himself to hear flawlessly, just to make sure it was perfect before it could be heard in its lesser states. The one problem with that was he had no instrument to play it with, not this piece at least. It was being written for piano and it wouldn’t be easily played without multiple instruments if not played by piano, and multiple instruments meant multiple people. But, despite his own inadequacies as a person (he counted the lack of his tool of choice an inadequacy), there was some good news. He heard from passers-by that Mirrorball was supposedly a musically oriented island. If that was the case, it would be very easy for him to fit in there, with his own musical talents.
But of course, whenever Klaus wasn’t negative, he was generally unlucky. He was not aware of the kind of music that was usually played on Mirrorball, and when he was to get there, it would not be a pleasant surprise for him. But then again, we’re getting ahead of ourselves aren’t we. There were still a few days before landing on Mirrorball.
