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Post by virtue on Jan 3, 2010 10:49:21 GMT -5
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The garden; the most interesting place ever to be, filled with thousands of students littering the grounds, either hanging out with their butlers, or simply talking to the other ladies. The teachers here pamper the students so much, that they want them to become perfect butlers and ladies, not a person with not even one flaw; that wasn't in their encyclopedias. The ladies will find the best, good looking butler that they can find and become attached to him, but what about the rule not to fall in love with either your lady or butler? That was idiotic, because then they aren't free to love, which isn't good for the heart. If someone can't love, then that means they can't learn what true love is, and the butler -- he's the only one who can tell them that it's true.
The teachers kept on telling him that this was the big day. No, the big day, where he was finally going to meet his lady. Why were the butlers at the whim of the ladies, or is it the females give birth to new life, while the males are created to protect that said new life? Well, that maybe the case, but it seemed kind of... cliche so to speak. Ladies ordering their butlers around? Males aren't created to become slaves, but have you seen a female butler around a male lord? No, that can't happen, so it's the lady and the butler. Now that made sense -- back to the subject at hand. He had such a hard him going about the school, because the ladies without butlers wanted him to become her butler, just solely based on his very handsome face, not his status as a level F butler, which is probably one of the rarest classes here at the academy.
He walked upstraight as a butler should do, keeping his pose nice and clean, while trying to walk around the school standing dignified. With his tall height of 6'0, there was no chance that he could possibly dance with a lady shorter than him, but there's always another alternative than to do that. Obviously, there had to be a place where he can play alone, but when he would start to play, then that will cause a flock of students to run over to where he was at. Ah... such a shame to be a butler. He should've been born to become a citizen instead; but that was poorer than a butler! Letting a sigh roll out of his mouth, he walked in a medium pace into the garden, a few eyes flocking onto him, while some didn't seem to notice him. That was good.
He was going to play the violin; one of the best instruments in the world, saving the exceptions for the piano and the flute. The guitar, trumpet, and the drums couldn't match the magnificence of these three instruments, for that they were made purposely for beautiful music, not for someone to ruin them up so people can get a wrong impression on the instrument. There was one thing that no one knew, and that was the infamous Livio Tore Vittorino being able to play the violin, and with much skill? Of course, people know that there's a orchestra somewhere in the city, but he isn't apary of it; he simply adores the violin because what feelings it holds, and what emotions it can bring into people's hearts, and some even change themselves because of this single violin.
Walking to a spot that wasn't that noticeable, he had the violin in his hand, which no one seemed to notice even if he walked right infront of him, only noticing how tall he was, and how black his hair was. Taking the bow into his left hand, with the violin itself in his right hand, he placed his chin on black rest, closing his eyes as he slowly began to play, getting into the song right after five seconds, right?
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Post by michi on Jan 3, 2010 13:12:29 GMT -5
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This place was so incredibly amazing! Ciro was in complete and total awe of not only the impenetrable school's entrance, but the Garden as well. He was an outdoors person, so obviously he would be taken by such an elaborate place. The structures and the scenery both made the trip here worth it. It was his first day on the job, literally. The car that delivered him to the school pulled up not an hour ago and the newest addition to the league of school butlers had probably the most dumbfounded look stretched across his face when it did. He hadn't even gotten out of the car before he started to stare at the outlaying architecture that they were in front of. The man who had driven the sleek black car from his home told Ciro to grab his backs, (which he did) then ushered the boy past the colourful gardens that lined the entrance to the school. His feet protested, which resulted him in being half dragged to the office area. Sadly he had all this stuff to do before relaxing. Signing in, finding a guest room to stay in, registering to be taken by a lady, unpacking, etc., etc. When he had been told just filing into the school would be work, Ciro hadn't believed. Now he certainly did.
But finally all that was over. The first thing on the butler's list to do was visit the gardens once more. As mentioned, Ciro loved the outdoors. The greenery and flowers fit his personality very well, sometimes to a point where people wondered about him in various ways. He was so strange as to be a boy -- what with his petite frame and girlish attitude. At a small five foot, five inches, Ciro was tiny for a seventeen year old. His casual clothing, too, didn't really reflect a trace of masculinity within him. Hearts and stars, and butterflies and lady bugs; as long as he thought it was cute, he'd wear it. With a painfully youthful face, it was no wonder he didn't get teased as much as he did. Women mostly thought of him as purely adorable bundle but sometimes those of his own gender could be cruel. It wasn't his fault that he had porcelain skin and snowy white hair, either. Blame genetics for that one.
Oddly enough, his pale completion didn't cause him difficulty when he was outside, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. He didn't sunburn easily, like most Italians, (though anyone who guessed he was Italian on the first guess deserved a huge prize) and didn't feel the need to dress for the season. Sure, he'd wear sweatshirts but in dead winter you could find him with jeans and a t-shirt, too. It was probably because he hated coats, but that was besides the point. He enjoyed the open space of the earth rather than being confined in a dorm room. Which was exactly why he was now roaming that same garden he had passed on his way in.
There was a light hum on his lips as he passed a wide variety of persons in the garden. He ignored most of the glances ladies gave him, (or maybe he was just completely ignorant to them) and kept his ruby gaze light. There were a few who he passed closely to and noticed, and if they happened to look at him, Ciro would smile and wave before continuing on his way. Despite the grounds being large, it didn't take his peppy steps long to bring him through most of the garden at least once. There came to be one indication, though, that told him he had missed something.
A lovely song that almost made him stumble over a stone in his way. "So pretty!" he mused before moving towards the direction the Violin was coming from. Ciro himself was an amazing musician, specializing in piano. Sadly he hadn't gotten the chance to play recently and hearing such a nice song played by an obviously skilled hand reminded him of this. His smile flickered away for a brief moment before he came upon a man. A very tall man, for that matter, that seemed to have every trait opposite of Ciro. Now once again, the B butler became astonished at the sound and the sight. Of course being as distracted as he was, it was no surprise that he went tumbling forward. Apparently his shoelace was untied but, currently, he was a little preoccupied.
With nothing else coming to mind, Ciro Da Via sat there listening fervently to the melody that spread through the air. He was conclusively impressed.
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-- character ♠ ciro nicholas da via !
-- word count ♠ seven hundred, seventy [770] !
-- status ♠ complete !
-- muse ♠ full !
-- tags ♠ livio & open !
-- template by ♠ myself !
-- top lyrics by ♠ annie little !
-- song ♠ mary, tori amos !
-- notes ♠ at the beginning of this post, i was inwardly complaining of the length. i now apologize for the extra word count. o_O i have no idea how i squeezed that much out. [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by virtue on Jan 3, 2010 13:33:35 GMT -5
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While he played, he started to think about the outside world, wanting to be able to see what else is out there, the customs, traditions, and learn other languages. So far, he only knows italian and english, but nothing else. He was partitculary interested in the United States of America, seeing that it had just a little over 50 states with another ruler monitoring the states. That was a lot of work, and when he planned it, he will go there, but made sure that he will visit every nook and cranny of the continent, even if he wanders into a ghost town for two nights or so. Well, his parents taught him on how to become a butler, telling him that he can't know of the outside world, and his mind was set on his lady, Alessandra, but her sister was foul mouthed; saying bad stuff about her, and one day, he will defenitely embarrass his lady's sister to the point that she won't be able to talk to the couple again.
He continued to think, his body moving to the beat of the melody, and his black hair perfectly in place. Wearing the natural uniform that the academy has, he was the school's level F butler, the advanced males who are highly educated in how to behave like one, nevertheless how to dance with his lady, how to talk, etc etc. It was actually too much, but if you are a F level and being raised in a huge mansion, then that's the exceptions. If people go to this academy, then they are either a lady or a butler. He also wonders about the part why it was created, or what's the purpose of having this academy? Shaking his head, he continued to play, hitting the last part of the melody that sounded like something between a tango/waltz, but it was still breath taking, a trait that a butler needs to have.
While he stopped, he attracted a lot of attention, but just but his posture and placing his violin away in it's white case, the people knew that they should go, and started to drift away, only for him to see someone fall down on the floor, and being there so long, he could be either unconscious, or just wanting to listen to it until it ended before standing up? Letting a sigh roll out of his mouth, he gave his hand to the small butler, his red eyes making sure that he won't fall or something. Even if he was protected of all of the ladies in the school, he will never tolerate a butler being hurt too, because aren't males the people who give the females the ability to give birth to life? Ah, why is this floating through his head? While in the process of giving his hand to the white haired male, he spoke.
“You're lady won't be glad to see you in this state. Here, let me help you up.”
Despite the tall butler having the 'dark and mysterious' air around him, he was actually rather kind to a person that was in trouble, and knew how it felt, experiencing this himself. What sparked the little curiousity that Livio has in his heart was that the boy was albino! He has never seen anyone like this, and he also had the same colored eyes as him. Maybe, the male found his very first friend. Who knows?
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Post by michi on Jan 3, 2010 20:53:58 GMT -5
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Music. A something that was forced upon him as a child and now, he was happy for it. Ciro remembered with vivid detail the long hours of practice he'd have to go through and how miserable he was during all of it. He remembered so clearly the complaints he showered his parents with and, somewhere along the way, the proud boasting that came from his practice. It took years, yes, but once he knew what he was doing, Ciro started to fall in love with the music itself. Instead of just boring classical music, he had the chance to expand his lessons into more; jazz, and rock, and the like. Sure Bach and Beethoven were pure geniuses with their composed pieces, but what about the up-beat and fun tempos that came with other genres? His parents weren't too happy with his choices in regards to how he played, but did the boy mind? Of course not. He showed them, soon enough, just how beautiful he could make anything sound. And now even if he wasn't the one playing or he was enjoying the harmony of different instruments, Ciro could count out the beat and pick out pitches like it were nothing. He loved music, no matter the kind. Well, except maybe Metal. And Screamo. Those were scary.
Ciro began to wonder, as he gazed enviously at the man dressed in black, if his future Lady would like music. Of course, there was probably a better chance that she would than she wouldn't. I mean, come on? Who didn't like a little rocking out now and again? Then the next thought came: What would his Lady be like? He seriously was hoping for someone nice or at least understanding. At a B level, he certainly wasn't the most skilled butler on campus. Actually, he was probably less certified than some of the A ranks who had yet to boost themselves a level. He got frustrated and flustered easily, obviously went tumbling arse over elbow easily, and was prone to fits of tears. To make up for those rather pathetic traits, though, he had a determination like no other. He may give up and cry for what would seem like forever, but eventually, Ciro would get up and somehow complete his task, no matter what. Perhaps his to-be Lady would see that and praise him for it? Maybe she would even encourage him in his goal: becoming an F ranked by the age of twenty. It was an absurd dream after becoming a second rank butler took him goodness knows how many years. But for someone like Ciro, there was always hope.
Suddenly, like the thoughts of his future did, the music came to an end. Blinking with surprise, the boyish male looked up to see people scurrying away from the scene, as if it were the host of a crime. The man who had been playing stooped to put his violin away. There was an air about him that was just a little bit intimidating -- maybe that's why people had run off. But Ciro? No, he would never get the hint to just get up and go on his way. Instead he stayed on the ground, his torso half propped up by his palms. When he had taken his tumble, it hadn't even occur to him to just sit normally. Like every other day of his life, Ciro must've looked like the odd-ball he was. The thought finally crossed his mind to stand when a hand appeared in his vision. Slightly startled, the boy glanced up to the owner: the same man who had played.
"You're lady won't be glad to see you in this state." He told Ciro. "Here, let me help you up."
A small tint of blush spread across his fair cheeks, (which stood out significantly on his white skin anyway) before the shorter of the two grabbed hold of the hand he was offered. Trying not to put too much weight with the man, (what was he thinking? He barely weighted anything) Ciro clambered to his feet and released his hand from the other's. "Oh, I have no Lady at the moment, Sir. I just arrived a little while ago." He explained while brushing his dark-wash jeans off. Once that was finished, he smiled brightly up to his fellow musician. "Thanks, though! For helping me up and the performance. You play wonderfully!"
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-- character ♠ ciro nicholas da via !
-- word count ♠ seven hundred thirty two [732], including livio's quote !
-- status ♠ complete !
-- muse ♠ average !
-- tags ♠ livio tore vittorino !
-- template by ♠ myself !
-- top lyrics by ♠ annie little !
-- song ♠ ｓｅｒｅｎａｔｏ, kalafina !
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Post by virtue on Jan 3, 2010 23:13:33 GMT -5
I'MFEELINGROUGH [/size][/font] FORGET ABOUT OUR MOTHERS AND OUR FRIENDS [/size][/font][/color] WE'REFATEDTOPRETEND [/size][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/size]
Besides being trained to become a professional butler, Livio was also trained in the arts of the Violin, itself being an instrument in which suited the aura of the butler perfectly, because of how he can sway along with the tune of the music, and not make one mistake at all. When he was being taught, he had made mistakes, of course, but his parents didn't penalize him because they knew that when perfection comes, it makes thousands of mistakes, and no one was supposed to become some elite violinist right when they touch one, because that will be technically impossible, and cheating, so to speak. He loved how the violin went, and what joy, calmness, and enthusiasticness it gave to anyone else surrounding the musician.
His lady might have heard of his musicial exploits, and wanted him to become her Butler. He accepted, because One; he didn't want to be bothered by thousands of girls, and Two; he wanted to clear away that shyness that she has when Alessandra's around the man. Any girl will be excatly like his Lady when around him, because he's like -- handsome; possibly one of the best good looking ones besides the exception of very few. A lot of butlers didn't look that fine, but some of the teachers did look like him, and damn god; his father had to be a looker for his mother to even give him a second glance. Of course, he had the assumption that his mother was a Lady, and his father was a butler. As for the red eyes, that was from his father, whom was a famous musician in the past, but it was protaining to the piano, and boy, did he make a lot of mistakes before becoming a master of the piano.
Looking at the boy, he saw a bright red blush forming across his albino skin, and he wondered; was he attracted to himself, or just simply not meeting someone like him? Hearing the boy speak about not having a Lady, he nodded, the gesture to the point that he already knows about it. "Just saying if you will get one, and believe me, you will." He said, hearing the white haired boy's compliment. "Thank you. My father was a famous piano player in the past, so I had to learn the violin." He replied. "I'm Livio Tore Vittorino. What's your name?"
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