Post by Carmen on Dec 28, 2005 2:30:53 GMT
(OOC: Oh! Forgot to mention this is open to all ^^)
At first, it started off with the girl's hands dug deep in her fluffy white jacket pockets, with her voice box humming a tune. A very catchy tune, but a rather old one. One that she had associated it with a picture of the stars and the galaxy, whirling and twirling between asteroids and weaving through its belt. Such a strange song, especially when the meaning behind it most likely didn't have anything to do with the solar system.
But still, on that rather calm day with the snowdrifts unmoving, the girl hummed the song she had heard only a few times, and added in the occasional movement with her feet to the beat with the steps she took. She was in an insanely good mood on such a cold but dry day, when she had no reason to be so happy. Like many things when Carmen thought on them, they didn't make sense at all.
Perhaps it was the way she would think.
The song took on a slower beat now, and since half way through the first verse, the girl had begun to sing it aloud, though hardly at any volume for anyone else to hear. They weren't paying attention anyway. The little villiage was packed, because it was one of the few days that the snow wasn't falling from the clouds, and so people used this time to do various little things. Now she was through with the chorus.
Maybe some food shopping, or a date for two in a cafi, or perhaps a time for some friends to get together and search the local prank shop for the newest of fun-filled times. For Carmen, it was a time to get out of the Common Room and just wander. It didn't matter where her feet took her, because the song kept her company when she sung it. The girl wasn't the best singer in the world, but she was good enough to sing it in front of others.
That is, if she had the nerve to.
This time, in the next verse, her voice grew just that little bit more, and her white-gloved hands were out of her pockets, swinging beside her denim jeans as she waltzed through the streets of Hogsmeade. A smile had wrought itself over her lips as she worded the song into beautiful and melodious tone, slightly deeper this time as her fingers clicked to the nonexistent beat.
Her arms began to swing a little faster as her voice lowered itself, and in the next second rose again. Those deep sapphire eyes shone with a mimicking grin whilst her lips were still happily plastered with a smile of sorts. Going through the second verse again, Carmen spun on her left set of toes in the middle of the packed street, narrowly missing an angry old hag. The woman swung her bag at the girl, and she easily dodged it with a welcoming smile.
As she sung the last two lines of the third verse, she brought her hands up to her chest height, one flat like a wall and the other tapping her nails against the first. They danced for but a split second before returning to swinging at her sides. It didn't matter to her if she had the beat all wrong, but from memory she was doing it as right as she could.
Hands lifting from her sides again, they rose into a questioning motion with her brows raised, as if she didn't know the answer herself. Spinning her fingers like a river down a stream, Carmen then flowed them to her escaping locks of hair behind her hood, and played with it for just a moment, before spinning once again on her toes.
After singing the modified second verse again, she repeated the fifth verse, then went over the modified second, and dramatically she spun one more time, before sweeping her hands behind her into a slow, deep bow. Never had Carmen done anything like that, especially singing in front of someone other than herself in the mirror.
Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel.
Like a snowball down a mountain,
Or a carnival balloon.
Like a carousel that's turning,
Running rings around the moon.
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel.
Like a snowball down a mountain,
Or a carnival balloon.
Like a carousel that's turning,
Running rings around the moon.
At first, it started off with the girl's hands dug deep in her fluffy white jacket pockets, with her voice box humming a tune. A very catchy tune, but a rather old one. One that she had associated it with a picture of the stars and the galaxy, whirling and twirling between asteroids and weaving through its belt. Such a strange song, especially when the meaning behind it most likely didn't have anything to do with the solar system.
But still, on that rather calm day with the snowdrifts unmoving, the girl hummed the song she had heard only a few times, and added in the occasional movement with her feet to the beat with the steps she took. She was in an insanely good mood on such a cold but dry day, when she had no reason to be so happy. Like many things when Carmen thought on them, they didn't make sense at all.
Perhaps it was the way she would think.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face,
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space.
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
Past the minutes on its face,
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space.
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
The song took on a slower beat now, and since half way through the first verse, the girl had begun to sing it aloud, though hardly at any volume for anyone else to hear. They weren't paying attention anyway. The little villiage was packed, because it was one of the few days that the snow wasn't falling from the clouds, and so people used this time to do various little things. Now she was through with the chorus.
Maybe some food shopping, or a date for two in a cafi, or perhaps a time for some friends to get together and search the local prank shop for the newest of fun-filled times. For Carmen, it was a time to get out of the Common Room and just wander. It didn't matter where her feet took her, because the song kept her company when she sung it. The girl wasn't the best singer in the world, but she was good enough to sing it in front of others.
That is, if she had the nerve to.
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own.
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone.
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream.
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
To a tunnel of its own.
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone.
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream.
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
This time, in the next verse, her voice grew just that little bit more, and her white-gloved hands were out of her pockets, swinging beside her denim jeans as she waltzed through the streets of Hogsmeade. A smile had wrought itself over her lips as she worded the song into beautiful and melodious tone, slightly deeper this time as her fingers clicked to the nonexistent beat.
Her arms began to swing a little faster as her voice lowered itself, and in the next second rose again. Those deep sapphire eyes shone with a mimicking grin whilst her lips were still happily plastered with a smile of sorts. Going through the second verse again, Carmen spun on her left set of toes in the middle of the packed street, narrowly missing an angry old hag. The woman swung her bag at the girl, and she easily dodged it with a welcoming smile.
Keys that jingle in your pocket,
Words that jangle your head.
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walking along the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand.
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Words that jangle your head.
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walking along the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand.
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
As she sung the last two lines of the third verse, she brought her hands up to her chest height, one flat like a wall and the other tapping her nails against the first. They danced for but a split second before returning to swinging at her sides. It didn't matter to her if she had the beat all wrong, but from memory she was doing it as right as she could.
Pictures hanging in a hallway,
And a fragment of this song.
Half-remembered names and faces,
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over,
Were you suddenly aware,
That the autumn leaves were turning,
To the colour of her hair?
And a fragment of this song.
Half-remembered names and faces,
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over,
Were you suddenly aware,
That the autumn leaves were turning,
To the colour of her hair?
Hands lifting from her sides again, they rose into a questioning motion with her brows raised, as if she didn't know the answer herself. Spinning her fingers like a river down a stream, Carmen then flowed them to her escaping locks of hair behind her hood, and played with it for just a moment, before spinning once again on her toes.
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
After singing the modified second verse again, she repeated the fifth verse, then went over the modified second, and dramatically she spun one more time, before sweeping her hands behind her into a slow, deep bow. Never had Carmen done anything like that, especially singing in front of someone other than herself in the mirror.
Like a circle in a spiral,
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel.
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel.
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
~
