Getting Lost on the Path of Life
It was this time of day he loved the most. The night not quite here, the day not quite gone, the soft glow of twilight hanging about the school as the newest teacher in the school finished getting settled in. He sighed as he stepped out of his classroom, closing and locking the door behind him.
As he often did, he began to walk, getting 'lost on the path of life' as he liked to say. His footsteps echoed softly as he made his way through the halls, one visible eye casting over the empty classes, almost as if he could hear their stories. He looked ahead, a smile curling his lips underneath the black mask he wore. It was nice to be some where peaceful for once, no snipers, no assassins trying to murder high up public officials, just him and an empty (or so he thought) school.
Kakashi quietly explored, familiarizing himself with the layout, that keen memory of his locking it away. Only when he came to a door marked "MUSIC ROOM" did he pause. Though he loved books and the written word, he was a classical man, music being another of his interests. Trying the handle he found it locked, a small frown on his face. That wouldn't do. Reaching down to his pocket, he pulled out a small case, flipping it open. Inside were almost twenty delicate instruments meant only for one thing. Pulling a couple loose, he pressed them into the lock and with a bit of finesse and a twist, the lock gave a surrendering click. Tucking his tools away, he opened the door and headed on inside.
Empty chairs stood in neat sections, at the front of the room was a small raised platform with a chalkboard and a large grand piano. A smile curled his lips as he made his way up to it, smoothing his fingers along the ivory keys, relishing in the feel of them before his fingers curled and with a stroke, caused a soft chord to ring through the air.
Part of him believed he'd found what he'd been looking for, and oh did he hope it was right.
[OOC: I hope I'm doing this right. Please! Come bother the new Literature/(maybe Music) teacher! You could be a student that got stuck with detention or perhaps a teacher working late. Perhaps someone forgot the book they needed for homewerks?]
As he often did, he began to walk, getting 'lost on the path of life' as he liked to say. His footsteps echoed softly as he made his way through the halls, one visible eye casting over the empty classes, almost as if he could hear their stories. He looked ahead, a smile curling his lips underneath the black mask he wore. It was nice to be some where peaceful for once, no snipers, no assassins trying to murder high up public officials, just him and an empty (or so he thought) school.
Kakashi quietly explored, familiarizing himself with the layout, that keen memory of his locking it away. Only when he came to a door marked "MUSIC ROOM" did he pause. Though he loved books and the written word, he was a classical man, music being another of his interests. Trying the handle he found it locked, a small frown on his face. That wouldn't do. Reaching down to his pocket, he pulled out a small case, flipping it open. Inside were almost twenty delicate instruments meant only for one thing. Pulling a couple loose, he pressed them into the lock and with a bit of finesse and a twist, the lock gave a surrendering click. Tucking his tools away, he opened the door and headed on inside.
Empty chairs stood in neat sections, at the front of the room was a small raised platform with a chalkboard and a large grand piano. A smile curled his lips as he made his way up to it, smoothing his fingers along the ivory keys, relishing in the feel of them before his fingers curled and with a stroke, caused a soft chord to ring through the air.
Part of him believed he'd found what he'd been looking for, and oh did he hope it was right.
[OOC: I hope I'm doing this right. Please! Come bother the new Literature/(maybe Music) teacher! You could be a student that got stuck with detention or perhaps a teacher working late. Perhaps someone forgot the book they needed for homewerks?]