Post by Mina on Mar 13, 2007 0:00:54 GMT -5
OOC Name/Alias: Mina
Character's Name: Phineas O'Connel
Age; Grade; Occupation: N/A
Lockwood or St. Logans: St. Logans
Why you've come to Springbrook's: Academics
Role-play Sample:
"Phinny..." He heard his mother sigh over his shoulder, but Phineas didn't turn up to her, his hands were running along the smooth beautifully polished wood. He could hear his little brother behind him, picking out a guitar, it was his turn now. Phin sat down on the stool, he closed his eyes and let his fingers hover above the keys of the piano, closing his eyes at once he could hear it begin. His fingers seemed to have a life of their own as they began to play along. No one really knew the song, only he did, it had been in his head for as long as he could remember. Maybe that's why he loved it so much...
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"Oh my god! Elizabeth! Come quick! It's Phin!" His father shouted. Phineas was five years old, sitting at the family's piano. He'd just heard his father play Concerto for Piano number 1 in E Minor by Chopin, and was now mimicking his ever move, his every graceful note. But it wasn't the song he heard in his head, he couldn't get it to come out of his fingers.
"Oh my God! Phinny!" His mother squealed as she scooped him up. But Phin didn't want to be picked up, he just wanted to play. He just wanted it out of his head!
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"AHH!" He cried as he jumped from his seat, sending the stool flying out from under him as if he'd touched fire.
"What did I tell you Phin?!" His mother cried as she led him away quickly.
Why did they continue to act as if it was all his fault? They couldn't even look at him anymore, no, all their hopes were on Jerry now. Jerry couldn't play guitar the way Phin could play the piano, but he had promise, Phin wasn't one to rub his talent in Jerry's face. It was his turn now. His parents spent so long obsessing over him, completely ignoring his little brother, of course he was enjoying his new lime light.
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"Mr. and Mrs. O'Connel I have to be honest with you." The doctor sighed as he took off his spectacles, rubbing his eyes, "it wasn't a clean break-"
"But will he be able to play?" His father demanded.
"Mr. O'Connel we need to concentrate on whether or not he'll be able to keep the arm."
He condemned him to death. What was Phin supposed to do? He'd told them time and again he didn't need a new piano, the one he had was just fine! He took care of it, he kept it perfectly in tune--but no. It was his fifteenth birthday and now Jerry and his father were moving it across the sitting room. Of course Jerry didn't know how the breaks worked, how could his father expect him to hold on to it while he lifted so his mother's stupid carpet wouldn't get caught underneath.
"JERRY!" Phin had cried, probably the loudest he'd spoken in his entire life, he pushed him out of the way and the piano smashed into the opposite wall, Phin desperately trying to stop it. Stupid kid. It didn't break his arm, it shattered it. In an instant Phin could feel his career slip away from him. He'd never play again.
St. Logan's kept Phin because it seemed like they alone knew that piano hadn't been the only thing he was good at. His right hand was also rather talented with a pen, but this was a different sort of pain. How do you write about this? About your future, your love, your passion, your parents all slipping away in a single moment?
"Come on Phinny, Jerry's picked one." He heard his mother call, but Phin was still staring at it. He wanted to sit down again, he wanted to try, but he could feel Jerry standing behind him, his eyes on his back.
"Phinny-"
"Don't Jerry. Just don't." He said as he shook his head once, turning around to face him then. Jerry was so different, he had blonde hair and blue eyes just like their mother. An Irish beauty. Phin took after his father with black hair, brown eyes, and black rimmed glasses. "You didn't do anything wrong. You never do anything wrong." And he tried to smile, he really did, but that had broken too.
Character's Name: Phineas O'Connel
Age; Grade; Occupation: N/A
Lockwood or St. Logans: St. Logans
Why you've come to Springbrook's: Academics
Role-play Sample:
"Phinny..." He heard his mother sigh over his shoulder, but Phineas didn't turn up to her, his hands were running along the smooth beautifully polished wood. He could hear his little brother behind him, picking out a guitar, it was his turn now. Phin sat down on the stool, he closed his eyes and let his fingers hover above the keys of the piano, closing his eyes at once he could hear it begin. His fingers seemed to have a life of their own as they began to play along. No one really knew the song, only he did, it had been in his head for as long as he could remember. Maybe that's why he loved it so much...
-----
"Oh my god! Elizabeth! Come quick! It's Phin!" His father shouted. Phineas was five years old, sitting at the family's piano. He'd just heard his father play Concerto for Piano number 1 in E Minor by Chopin, and was now mimicking his ever move, his every graceful note. But it wasn't the song he heard in his head, he couldn't get it to come out of his fingers.
"Oh my God! Phinny!" His mother squealed as she scooped him up. But Phin didn't want to be picked up, he just wanted to play. He just wanted it out of his head!
-----
"AHH!" He cried as he jumped from his seat, sending the stool flying out from under him as if he'd touched fire.
"What did I tell you Phin?!" His mother cried as she led him away quickly.
Why did they continue to act as if it was all his fault? They couldn't even look at him anymore, no, all their hopes were on Jerry now. Jerry couldn't play guitar the way Phin could play the piano, but he had promise, Phin wasn't one to rub his talent in Jerry's face. It was his turn now. His parents spent so long obsessing over him, completely ignoring his little brother, of course he was enjoying his new lime light.
-----
"Mr. and Mrs. O'Connel I have to be honest with you." The doctor sighed as he took off his spectacles, rubbing his eyes, "it wasn't a clean break-"
"But will he be able to play?" His father demanded.
"Mr. O'Connel we need to concentrate on whether or not he'll be able to keep the arm."
He condemned him to death. What was Phin supposed to do? He'd told them time and again he didn't need a new piano, the one he had was just fine! He took care of it, he kept it perfectly in tune--but no. It was his fifteenth birthday and now Jerry and his father were moving it across the sitting room. Of course Jerry didn't know how the breaks worked, how could his father expect him to hold on to it while he lifted so his mother's stupid carpet wouldn't get caught underneath.
"JERRY!" Phin had cried, probably the loudest he'd spoken in his entire life, he pushed him out of the way and the piano smashed into the opposite wall, Phin desperately trying to stop it. Stupid kid. It didn't break his arm, it shattered it. In an instant Phin could feel his career slip away from him. He'd never play again.
St. Logan's kept Phin because it seemed like they alone knew that piano hadn't been the only thing he was good at. His right hand was also rather talented with a pen, but this was a different sort of pain. How do you write about this? About your future, your love, your passion, your parents all slipping away in a single moment?
"Come on Phinny, Jerry's picked one." He heard his mother call, but Phin was still staring at it. He wanted to sit down again, he wanted to try, but he could feel Jerry standing behind him, his eyes on his back.
"Phinny-"
"Don't Jerry. Just don't." He said as he shook his head once, turning around to face him then. Jerry was so different, he had blonde hair and blue eyes just like their mother. An Irish beauty. Phin took after his father with black hair, brown eyes, and black rimmed glasses. "You didn't do anything wrong. You never do anything wrong." And he tried to smile, he really did, but that had broken too.
