Jaebi Lyckander
Keme
Academy Freshman: Cheetah Shapeshifter
This secret side of me, hid under lock and key; I keep it caged but I can't control it.
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Post by Jaebi Lyckander on Jun 7, 2010 14:39:57 GMT -5
The risers had been a pain to set up, but Jaebi had managed to do so without hitting his head or getting his fingers caught too many times. It was finding all of the sheet music that was giving Jaebi trouble. Some was in the office, some was still in the stacks of folders left unorganized from last year. There were several boxes of music missing, though. Where had they gone?
Ah, of course. Jaebi had looked in the storage closet twice and been unsuccessful-- not because the music wasn't there, but because the music had been placed on the highest shelves possible to keep anything from happening to them. And to make Camille Evans-Barros work a little harder. She had been helping him because she had gotten detention, and somehow talked her way into having detention with him instead of some other, more punishment-prone professor.
She was most definitely her father's daughter.
It had taken her a stepladder and a stack of old anthologies to stand on to reach the highest shelves, where Jaebi had instructed her to store the crates which held the bulk of the sheet music. Jaebi walked into the storage closet for the third time and was able to slide the crates off the shelves with no trouble whatsoever. At six and a half feet tall, there was very little Jaebi couldn't reach. It was an advantage to be the second tallest person at Dunehelden.
A few minutes later, and Jaebi had all five crates set at the center of the choir room floor, along with the other sets of music. He sat himself amongst them, prepared to spend the next few hours organizing the music.
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Post by Melanie Christine Lyckander on Jun 7, 2010 21:05:52 GMT -5
Chris lifted the door by the handle as she pushed, making sure that it opened silently. She tucked the bagged lunch she carried under her arm and peeked into the room, smiling to see her father's lanky form hunched on the floor, surrounded by stacks of sheet music. He looked like he was in the midst of organizing them by whatever odd system he chose to use-- last year it was by country of origin and year of composition.
Chris tiptoed towards her father, knowing she wouldn't be noticed as long as he was rifling through the papers. She pranced to his side and leaned over his shoulder from behind, shaking her head slightly so that the end of her braid dangled in his face.
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Jaebi Lyckander
Keme
Academy Freshman: Cheetah Shapeshifter
This secret side of me, hid under lock and key; I keep it caged but I can't control it.
Posts: 200
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Post by Jaebi Lyckander on Jun 10, 2010 19:31:33 GMT -5
Jaebi hefted another stack of papers into his lap, glancing up to remind himself what categories he had started: a capella, secular, sacred, and dramatic. He decided that after all of the music was sorted, he would go about narrowing the categories further. Until then, he would continue as he had started.
He had been sorting for several minutes when something oak-brown caught his eye, then flitted out of vision. Ever feline in nature, Jaebi batted automatically at the offending object-- that's when he recognized it as hair. He tipped his head backward to see his daughter and grinned.
"I see you there." He set the paper he had been holding in its respective stack, then looked at Chris again. What was that tucked under her arm? "Oh, are you eating breakfast in here?"
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Post by Melanie Christine Lyckander on Jun 10, 2010 19:48:46 GMT -5
Chris grinned. She tossed her braid over her other shoulder and straightened, holding out the bag. "Lunch," she corrected. "It's almost one-thirty." She pushed an empty crate away, clearing a spot on the floor next to Jaebi. From the bag she produced a rather large tupperware, opaque with steam, two napkins, two forks, and a thermos of cold, unsweetened tea.
"Mama said you'd skipped breakfast. So I came to make sure you remembered to eat lunch." Chris opened up the tupperware, revealing a simple dish of angelhair pasta with alfredo sauce and chunks of chicken. "Made it myself-- that means if you don't eat with me, I'll have to guilt you into oblivion." As long as she stuck with simple, homely recipes, Chris was a pretty well-to-do cook. Rhythan had hovered over her the entire time it took to make the meal, though, always offering suggestions, so she wasn't given the chance to make many mistakes anyway, if at all.
Chris stabbed the fork into a peice of chicken and twirled, so that any caught noodles wound around the prongs. With a pretty hefty amount trapped, she lifted the fork from the tupperware and held it close to her father's chin.
"Open."
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Jaebi Lyckander
Keme
Academy Freshman: Cheetah Shapeshifter
This secret side of me, hid under lock and key; I keep it caged but I can't control it.
Posts: 200
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Post by Jaebi Lyckander on Jun 10, 2010 20:03:59 GMT -5
Jaebi lifted his eyebrows. Was it that late, really? It had been closer to nine the last time he'd glanced at a clock. Surely that much time hadn't passed. He chuckled at his daughter's threat, and turned to retort with an "Oh, really?" only to find a mass of pasta held in his face.
"Open," Chris insisted, and Jaebi could only oblige. He opened his mouth as far as it would go, and managed to take in most of the food without too much mess-- a bit of sauce had gotten on his chin.
"Ymn-nmph." His mouth full, Jaebi's "it's good" came out in a muffled grunt. He settled for giving Chris a double thumbs-up while he chewed.
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Post by Melanie Christine Lyckander on Jun 10, 2010 20:22:36 GMT -5
Chris, satisfied, gave an eye-squinting smile and took a bite of pasta-- smaller by far than what she had given to Jaebi.
"So what's the system this year?" She swallowed and leaned over her father's knee to look at the stacks. Ah, it was type of music. That was a new one.
"Oh!" Chris slapped her hand onto the floor as an idea hit her. "I almost forgot to ask. Valdemar wanted to know if he could-- Don't give me that look, because I'm involved in this, too. Valdemar wanted to know if he and a group of other students yet to be determined," she spoke increasingly quickly, so as to get her question out before he could finish chewing his mouthful of pasta and be able to object, "could storm the music rooms every so often for band practice." She balled her hands into fists and held them up to her mouth, looking over her knuckles at her father with as much cute as she could muster.
"Say yes. Because I already told him you would." She smiled hopefully. "Provided you got song copies."
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Jaebi Lyckander
Keme
Academy Freshman: Cheetah Shapeshifter
This secret side of me, hid under lock and key; I keep it caged but I can't control it.
Posts: 200
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Post by Jaebi Lyckander on Jun 10, 2010 20:28:28 GMT -5
Jaebi finally worked his way through the pasta and swallowed the last bit. Able to speak at last, he found himself temporarily lost for words. He went through a few bemused gesticulations before managing a "If it were anyone else, would y--"
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Post by Melanie Christine Lyckander on Jun 10, 2010 20:30:54 GMT -5
"Yes, I would have," Chris insisted, fighting the tinge of warmth that was creeping into her cheeks. She grabbed her father's arm and watched him pleadingly, batting her eyelashes, a hopeful smile on her face.
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Jaebi Lyckander
Keme
Academy Freshman: Cheetah Shapeshifter
This secret side of me, hid under lock and key; I keep it caged but I can't control it.
Posts: 200
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Post by Jaebi Lyckander on Jun 10, 2010 20:42:17 GMT -5
Jaebi blinked a few times, then sighed, holding up both hands in concession.
"Okay, okay." He ran a hand through his hair and wiped the alfredo sauce from his chin with one of the napkins out of the lunchbag. "Use of the rooms allotted. Within limits," he added. "Not during the school day, not after curfew."
He watched his daughter for a few more seconds, then half-grinned. "The nerve of you," he said, teasingly, "bribing me with noms and cute. Now give me that thermos-- I almost choked on all the pasta you gagged me with."
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