05-20-2010, 02:18 PM
(1st Floor Hall)
As Hakatsu stood up, he realized how idiotic his 'final decision' had been. If he wasn't going straight home today, why not spend the time on something...more productive. He sat back down and thought for a moment. Hmmm...I know Phantom isn't real, he confirmed in his mind. But that isn't a valid argument. One can say he is real and one can say he is not real. So who is right? Hakatsu was a rather logical fellow, and his foster parents considered him blessed by also receiving a taste for the arts. He figured that if he had the facts--the proof--that this Phantom did not exist, it would be a lot easier to convince everyone else that he wasn't real so that the commotion would finally come to an end and the school would be tranquil again. Just how he liked it.
So the plan would be simple. He would just hang around school until the club members went home, for athletics would surely be cancelled today because of the rain. After that, he would just hide out until all the teachers had left. Then, the investigation could begin. However, he so dearly wished to play his violin, so he indulged upon himself and took it out of the case. It was polished, and the body reflected the light shed by the fluorescent bulbs above. Hakatsu tightened the bow and placed it gently on the strings, thinking of what tune to play. Slowly, he drew the bow back and began his song. The notes echoed throughout the hall. It was a melancholy tune--his favorite--and each note seemed to grow further and further towards a force of despair. When it came to sad songs, he considered each note to be a fragile teardrop, and he let the notes flow as if they were a steady stream of tears. Even though he was doing something he enjoyed, a frown still remained plastered on his face. It matched the song perfectly.
As Hakatsu stood up, he realized how idiotic his 'final decision' had been. If he wasn't going straight home today, why not spend the time on something...more productive. He sat back down and thought for a moment. Hmmm...I know Phantom isn't real, he confirmed in his mind. But that isn't a valid argument. One can say he is real and one can say he is not real. So who is right? Hakatsu was a rather logical fellow, and his foster parents considered him blessed by also receiving a taste for the arts. He figured that if he had the facts--the proof--that this Phantom did not exist, it would be a lot easier to convince everyone else that he wasn't real so that the commotion would finally come to an end and the school would be tranquil again. Just how he liked it.
So the plan would be simple. He would just hang around school until the club members went home, for athletics would surely be cancelled today because of the rain. After that, he would just hide out until all the teachers had left. Then, the investigation could begin. However, he so dearly wished to play his violin, so he indulged upon himself and took it out of the case. It was polished, and the body reflected the light shed by the fluorescent bulbs above. Hakatsu tightened the bow and placed it gently on the strings, thinking of what tune to play. Slowly, he drew the bow back and began his song. The notes echoed throughout the hall. It was a melancholy tune--his favorite--and each note seemed to grow further and further towards a force of despair. When it came to sad songs, he considered each note to be a fragile teardrop, and he let the notes flow as if they were a steady stream of tears. Even though he was doing something he enjoyed, a frown still remained plastered on his face. It matched the song perfectly.
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