#fcxtame

He listened.

He had listened.

And he was almost sure he would not be able to listen for very much long.

Each time she brought her lips onto the mouthpiece of the instrument she thought she would be able to manage to play, it felt like she was driving a stake straight onto his brain, screwing with him and his good nature. And with his heightened sense of hearing, it could probably very well kill him.

He had never met someone so inept at playing the saxophone until he had met her.

When she had first sat down in front of him on his bed in his shared dorm room with Jaehwan, he had thought nothing of it. She had introduced herself as Jung Eunji, Advanced Student from Room #104. Of course, he had asked her about her skill level before they began. She had merely said she wasn’t exactly the best.

She should have said that she couldn’t be much farther away from the worst Alto Sax player in the history of music.

If it was a toss up presidential swing vote, he would definitely have picked her.

She was horrendous. And that had been putting it mildly.

“Okay! Okay! Stop playing for a moment!” He had all but nearly shrieked, placing his hand in front of him in a vapid halting motion, as his other hand had began moving his noise cancelling headphones over his ears to help ease the ringing she had made.

For five whole minutes, he waited. He waited until the urge to rip her vocal chords from her body and prevent the world from hearing the torture that was her playing had left him.

It was such a shame. If he had to suffer, everyone else would have to as well.

With one deep sigh, he broke their silence, the expression on his face pained at the task at hand. He should have asked the Band Professor for more information.

Slowly pulling off the headphones from his ears, rubbing his neck slightly with his free gloved hand, as his other had been occupied with cradling his own sax, he parted his lips.

The hour is Godforsaken, and indented between dawn and nightfall the clock whispers of demons and bad omens. One a.m. wrote sonatas, synchronized with noises of the monster-folk, insidious imaginations playing trickery during the evening, and his eyes has shot up towards the ceiling half a dozen times, certain that a raccoon was determined to enroll itself into the prestigious school. It had begun with venture that challenged isolation, tale spun from the ghastly eyes of nurses (Which, was it just him, or were the medical professionals more maddened than usual? Yesterday he was almost positive he’d seen a scrub wearing individual inspect the syringes with more than the usual enthusiasm) and a physical reminder to devour something other than tea.

Unfortunately, the fridge in the dorm’s kitchenette seemed to be taken over by an expired carton of yogurt and an array of large tomatoes. Crouched in front of the grandiose kitchen’s impressive refrigerator he stared at the various selections, his blue body shrouded in a surplus of clothing. The grandma chic consisted of a sweater, toggle jacket, two pairs of socks, the infamous cat-heat printed pajama pants and gloves of faux leather, of course. Although, the ensemble for the darkest moment in time was not complete without a protective surgical mask, as to assure that whilst pilfering from the Academy’s kitchen his identity should remain anonymous, or rather, he showed as little cerulean skin as possible.  

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned? Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

It was fun, the freedom he had been able to have the past couple of weeks because of the school. It was hard for him though to practice his ability because it had to deal with someone being hurt. Of course, there were some willing to hurt themselves but he had come as far as he could, he felt in the classes, already. But he was more than willing and excited to continue learning what he could. His mind had always been a sponge and the more he was learning about things, the more he wanted more. But, his ability was pretty loose when it came to practicing it in class or any manner that would mean he could. Not many people were hurt. The real test would be on the field, when and if he was able to go out and be tested. Experience. He needed that.

Heaving a gentle sigh, the male looked around from the work sheet that sat on his lap that concerned his ethnics and philosophy class. It really wasn’t that hard but his mind was completely wrapped up in his thoughts but he really couldn’t help but feel somewhat rusty. Some of these kids had been here for years and were able to use their ability freely.  He was somewhat submersed in situation that called for it and perhaps that was the only reason he couldn’t advance anymore. Advance. What would come in the future? He wasn’t sure. Some had advanced more than he had ever thought, even with him being here the past few weeks and he was a sitting duck in a pond, squawking away at an opportunity.

Stretching his legs out some, the male couldn’t seem to focus on his task because his mind was dancing away with the opportunities that the school had for him. But something caught his attention, a sound. An animal? Here? Was it a student? He didn’t know. He was pretty sure that he thought a bush was a student the other day, unsure of it being a student or not, this been all pretty weird for him.

 Leaning forward some, he tried to watch the creature retreat but soon it disappeared and a sharp meow was heard making the animal loving male frown. Pursing his lips, he had begun to pack up his things as he glanced around behind his sunglasses. No one heard the animal? It made his heart sink, the animal lover in his disgusted in the rejection of the others. In reality, the sound wasn’t really noticeable and the male just had been closer to it to be able to hear it.

Clicking his tongue as he zipped his bag up, the male begun to creep near where the animal had disappeared.

“Come, come…” Clicking his tongue more, the male danced around the small bush as he wrinkled his nose though he couldn’t see the animal, he could hear it before the sound disappeared. Did something happen to the creature.

After yet again stopping unannounced at the room of her friend Park Eunji and finding neither Eunji nor her roommate Yoona home, Sera sighed.  She was bored and just wanted to spend some time around people.  She was a social girl and yet, she couldn't find people to be social with.  

Deciding this just wouldn't do, she took a step to the right, knocking on the door of the other Eunji, Jung Eunji.  The girl, she met her not too long ago and she seemed quite shy, so Sera, being who she was, decided that she wanted to try and make the girl more comfortable, so she was going to try and befriend her.  She listened closely to the door, trying to hear if she could hear the other girl inside.  She figured that probably wan't any sort of indicator because the other was quiet.  Trying to get her to open up, Sera announced herself.

This is her second chance, once again step into outside world after locked out in an enchanted residence that she always call it home. Campus for mutant gene, she don't believe it that her foot right inside this building. Her fingers suddenly play by it on—nervousness and worry approaching her, what if she can't make it? She's not the 7 years old kid that act 'cool' like everyone said. Being isolated from outside world changed her personality from quite—but firm, into quite—yet shy one.

Snap her finger as she look up and blink, immidiately she walked fast and slowly run into her dorm, and without realizing it, her steps on the floor change into paper, forming like a small hill that follow her foot. After her steps in her dorm, her hand pull drawer handles located on the left side of her bed. However, the first day when she was in the campus is ... she spend all day long in her dorm with her guitar and play along with her abilities, or sometime she play her own acoustic guitar.