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Molly felt a small smile play on her lips. "That sounds like fun, i was never one for art, but i do love to sing." She admitted. Most of the time it was in the shower, but she had won an award or two back in high school for singing. "So does Cici scare you too? He terrifies me." She admitted quietly.
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"I'm not really afraid of Cici. Then again...I'm not afraid of much. He's just fond of constantly critiquing my singing, and critiques me when I play the violin. Both for leisure, so...I'm not looking for critique." Charmase was, as Momo often described him, one of the most fearless people one could ever come across. He feared next to nothing... deceiving, considering how he looked.
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Molly let out a small nervous laugh. "Well you're lucky i guess. I feel like I'm scared of everything down here." She heard a random noise and jumped, clinging tighter to Charma's arm. She looked around nervously, before she loosened her grip on him. "Sorry."
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"Hehe, it's okay..." Charma smiled, trotting farther down the hallway. He paused in front of double-doors with small windows near the top of the doors, and he peeked inside before allowing her in after him.
It was a big, domed room, filled with easels and many different kinds of art supplies. The whole place smelled like crayons, wax, and paint. Charma danced through the room and towards his favorite easel, where an unfinished painting of a meadow filled with dandelions was. "This is where I usually work." |
Molly followed him into the big room. Her eyes got wide as she looked at all the supplies and materials. "Wow..." She then looked at the painting on the easel Charma stood by. "You did this?" She asked. "It's beautiful!" She smiled up at him, he truly had a gift.
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"It's not done, yet..." Charma admitted, sheepishly, scratching his head. He had a pinkness to his cheeks--it wasn't often he was complimented for his work. The only person in this house who was really fond of art, in a loving way, was Cici...and Cici didn't like paintings of nature--he liked paintings of wars, violence...
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"I know, but it is still amazing." Molly smiled up at him and when she saw his pink cheeks, her cheeks turned a deep red. "Uh, do you have any other painting? I would love to see them." She smiled again, it was nice having a some what normal conversation with a nice guy,
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"Yes, there are a few..." Charma pulled out a drawer on the small desk next to the easel. There were several finished works in the big drawer, laid out perfectly so they wouldn't smudge.
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Molly walked over and looked at the art. Her eyes got wide as she looked at them, a smile still on her face. "Wow, these are incredible!" She smiled. "They really are! I mean it!" She was captivated by the pieces. They were so beautiful. "I wish i could do something half this good!"
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"Thank you very much..." Charmase seemed embarrassed by all the praise--his cheeks were quite pink, and he couldn't look straight at her. "I try my best..." He paused. "Do you want to head to the music room, now? My other favorite room..."
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"Oh, yeah," She smiled at him, and it got bigger when she saw his embarrassment. At least she wasn't the only one that got flustered. "I'd love to see it." She hesitated a moment, before she shyly grabbed his hand so he could lead her there.
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Charmase led her through a few more different hallways at a leisurely pace. He talked with her animatedly while they walked.
Charmase had grown up in a privileged household wealth-wise, but with parents that were never around for him. As a result, he made many friends on the internet and at his art school, and spent most of his time alone at home or with his friends. Walking home from a friend's house one night, he was attacked and kidnapped. Momo had rescued him before any harm had befallen him, offering to save him in return for him becoming his slave. |
Molly felt herself smile as she listened to him talk. "So do you like it here?" She finally asked. To her it sounded like an odd question, but she was curious about how the boy felt.
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"Do I like it here?" Charmase repeated, blinking a few times. He was mystified for a moment, but then he thought it over. "...Well, yes. I do. I mean, I miss my friends back home, of course..." A hint of sadness passed over his features as he spoke of them. "But...I was able to bring all of my things here...including access to the internet. I can still talk to my internet friends...Momo set it up special for me..."
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Molly nodded, not completely understanding. She didn't really have any friends back home, and all of her things had been destroyed in the fire. But knowing that Charma was happy gave her a little bit of hope. Maybe some day she would like it here. Be friends with the others here. Hopefully that day wouldn't be too far away. She smiled when she heard his last words. "I don't mind you talking, you have a nice voice so talk all you want."
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"I don't want to be annoying," Charma chuckled, embarrassed. He paused again once they reached another room. There were no doors on this room. It was one of the rooms that Molly and Hirsch had passed together already. It was filled with many different instruments and there was a stage in the back for performances. "This is the music room."
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"You are not annoying." She tried to reassure him with a smile. Once there she let go of his hand to wonder about the room. There was a guitar and Molly smiled thinking of her senior year talent show. She had won, singing and playing. She had picked up a guitar since. She turned back to Charma. "So, what do you play?" she asked cheerfully.
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"On a professional level? The violin. On a semi-professional level? The piano. On a casual level? I try everything," Charma responded, happily, as he danced about the room. He was searching for his violin, and he seemed overjoyed once he found it.
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Molly smiled as she watched him dance around the room. "So, would you mind playing me something?" She asked a bit nervously, her cheeks showing red. She had always loved violins but she never had the money to get one and learn to play it.
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"Sure. Would you like me to sing, too?" Charma asked, curiously, as he scooped up his violin and dusted it off. His violin was a sleek dark mahogany color. It was in wonderful shape--he obviously took good care of it.
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"I would love it if you sang." She grinned. Then Molly looked around and found a chair so she could sit and watched him perform for her. She felt quite privileged to have her own personal show. She knew it would be good.
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"Hooray!" Charma cheered, immediately heading up onto the stage. He was most comfortable performing there, strangely enough. "Not all the parts of this song go with the violin, but I'll improvise as best I can..."
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Molly sat there amazed as she listened to him play and sing. a smile was stuck on her face the whole time. Again, he was amazing. When he had finished, Molly jumped to her feet clapping. "Wow Charma! you are incredible!" she exclaimed.
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Charma flashed her a big smile, slowly letting his violin drop from his shoulder--he was holding it, still. "Thanks..." he murmured, softly. He shuffled his feet as he spoke, suggesting that he really wasn't used to being praised. "...What would you like to do, now? Ooh. Maybe we should all plan a day out together, even Cici can come...a fun day, where we can all get to know you."
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Moll's smile faded a bit. "Sure, i guess." A nice day out would be fun, but she wasn't sure how comfortable she would be with Cici there. And where was there to go around here? She still had absolutely no idea where she was. "Uh, this is probably going to sound really dumb, but where are we? I mean, i have no idea..."Her voice trialed off as embarrassment flushed her face.
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