Duo didn't care where he was going; just so long as the halls were empty
and he didn't have to face any more students. He was lost in his own
thoughts, when he realised he was in the basement.
He made his way slowly down the hall, running his hand idly along the lockers, when he noticed a subtle vibration through the floor. He walked a few steps more and paused, now able to pick up intonation along with the pulse. Someone was playing music. Loud.
His pace picked up as he travelled towards the sound, soon bringing him to a set of metal double doors from where the now clear and intoxicating music was coming from.
Duo opened the doors slowly, trying not to draw any attention to himself, lest the musicians spot him and ask him to leave. He slipped inside the room, noticing the players right away. There were three of them; one of them, a blond-haired and blue-eyed boy, was improvising a wicked keyboard part. There was a bass player, a little taller than the keyboard player, who had green eyes and a weird shock of brown hair that swept down into his eyes and was plucking the bass like he owned it. Which he probably does, Duo thought wryly to himself. The third was a black-haired youth. He pounded the drums so fast Duo couldn't see his hands.
The trio was at the front of the three-tiered band room, still not noticing Duo was standing in the door frame. Looking around the room, Duo saw all sorts of instruments; from violins to string double basses; from trumpets to trombones to a beat up bass clarinet.
Suddenly, the bass player stopped and stared right at Duo. He motioned to the keyboardist, who stopped playing and also turned to stare at Duo. The drummer, not hearing the other two, got up to see what all the fuss was about; he froze when he saw the Wingly.
Duo, now quite embarrassed for interrupting their practise and not wanting a repeat of the office, fled out the door and into the hall, which was still mercifully empty. As he ran down the narrow halls, keeping has wings folded behind him and out of the way, he could hear sounds of pursuit.
"Stop! Please, I want to talk to you!" A light tenor, almost feminine voice came from somewhere behind and to the right of Duo. He slowed but didn't stop, as he reached another set of double doors, revealing a T junction. Duo whipped around to the left path, his long braid hitting his wings, and ran down the short corridor until it turned sharply to the right. He sprinted down the locker-lined hallway. At the end of that stretch, there was another right turn - and only a right turn - so he took it. It was halfway down this hall when he realised that he was probably running around in a square; his suspicions were confirmed when he rounded yet another right and came face to face with his pursuer.
The small boy, slightly winded, stuck out his hand. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Quatre Rebaber Winner"
He made his way slowly down the hall, running his hand idly along the lockers, when he noticed a subtle vibration through the floor. He walked a few steps more and paused, now able to pick up intonation along with the pulse. Someone was playing music. Loud.
His pace picked up as he travelled towards the sound, soon bringing him to a set of metal double doors from where the now clear and intoxicating music was coming from.
Duo opened the doors slowly, trying not to draw any attention to himself, lest the musicians spot him and ask him to leave. He slipped inside the room, noticing the players right away. There were three of them; one of them, a blond-haired and blue-eyed boy, was improvising a wicked keyboard part. There was a bass player, a little taller than the keyboard player, who had green eyes and a weird shock of brown hair that swept down into his eyes and was plucking the bass like he owned it. Which he probably does, Duo thought wryly to himself. The third was a black-haired youth. He pounded the drums so fast Duo couldn't see his hands.
The trio was at the front of the three-tiered band room, still not noticing Duo was standing in the door frame. Looking around the room, Duo saw all sorts of instruments; from violins to string double basses; from trumpets to trombones to a beat up bass clarinet.
Suddenly, the bass player stopped and stared right at Duo. He motioned to the keyboardist, who stopped playing and also turned to stare at Duo. The drummer, not hearing the other two, got up to see what all the fuss was about; he froze when he saw the Wingly.
Duo, now quite embarrassed for interrupting their practise and not wanting a repeat of the office, fled out the door and into the hall, which was still mercifully empty. As he ran down the narrow halls, keeping has wings folded behind him and out of the way, he could hear sounds of pursuit.
"Stop! Please, I want to talk to you!" A light tenor, almost feminine voice came from somewhere behind and to the right of Duo. He slowed but didn't stop, as he reached another set of double doors, revealing a T junction. Duo whipped around to the left path, his long braid hitting his wings, and ran down the short corridor until it turned sharply to the right. He sprinted down the locker-lined hallway. At the end of that stretch, there was another right turn - and only a right turn - so he took it. It was halfway down this hall when he realised that he was probably running around in a square; his suspicions were confirmed when he rounded yet another right and came face to face with his pursuer.
The small boy, slightly winded, stuck out his hand. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Quatre Rebaber Winner"