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OOC is here:Haunted Orchestra OOC

You know that house right outside of town? The huge white painted one?
It is said that a great componist once lived there, and he could play all instruments ever made. When he died, the house became empty, all life escaped and the people who once lived there could tell tales of how the instruments had started playing by themselves! When the instruments settled, everyone had a feeling of fear, and hurried out from the house.

Now it has stood silent for a long time, and the few who have dared enter never returned. But there was people who entered. They heard the stories of unimaginally beatiful and perfect instruments, and the most wonderful and forgotten songs. And they live forever, playing in the: HAUNTED ORCHESTRA


Joseph was feeling depressed. For over 500 years he had been looking, searching and swearing, trying to find the Orchestra room. The room wich, according to legend, contained all isntruments known to man, and the knowledge of how to play them. the dream of every musician. And he was not able to find it. His only joy was the music he could play on the few instruments outside of the mansion. over the last 400 years he had mastered them all. Well, not that hard with so much time... He played the Toccata et Fuga in D minor, his favorite piece on the organ. How ironic... I play my favorite organ piece on a piano, the instrument i hated the most... He sighed and continued playing, failfree as usual. Bach was a genious... He suddenly stopped, and started thinking of the other musicians in the mansion. I wonder... What is music to them? Not all musicians has my love for magic... I have not made a real converation with any of them, but they haven't been here so long either... He sighed. The last hundred years he had stayed in the upper regions of the mansion, the big room only containing a piano, a bed, a table and a closet. Why... He started walking towards the large decorated door, thinking loud about the other residents. "How many was there again? Six? Seven? Maybe i really should pay them a visit..." He now found himself standing in front of his door. Or not...

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Kali was sitting at the Piona playing Bethoveen's 5th. She was in a sitting room where she had spent most of the past 27 years. She had spent most of her days searching for the elusive music room. every evening she returned to this room, and practiced her Piano. She also played in the mornings. She was thinking about where she would search next. "I have been up and down all of the halls on the this level, and all I found were a few insturments. I think I'll start upstairs today." She finished the song, and stood up. She then left the room, and headed up the nearby stairs. She looked in several of the nearby rooms, but found nothing. She then headed to the next room. The door was closed. She knew that there were others in the house, but she didn't think about this when she opened the door. she immediatly saw the piano, and headed into the room, but then she saw the boy. She lowered her head, and moved towards the door. "S-sorry."

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For a moment, Stacy's eyelips drooped down and she blinked. She nearly forgot how to open her eyes again. At the moment, she just wanted to sleep. But she needed to find the orchestra room, and find the wonderful clarinet she would love to play. The one with the haunting and somewhat lifting sound that she adored. Stacy puffed out her cheeks as she continued to search the mansion, wondering if there really was an orchestra room. Perhaps she was better off with the violen. However, Stacy did not have a passion for the violin. She excelled at it, certainly, but it refused to bring her the joy she felt stirring in her heart when she played the clarinet.

Ah, this was hopeless. Stacy felt like giving up. But thinking about the clarinet in her hands had given her enough strength, hope, and energy to continue on searching the house. Hopefully, it would not fade away until her vision came true.

Anastasia walked through the house looking for the orchestra room. She had been wandering around for the past 85 years. She looked up the stairs, but then went on. She looked into the sitting room, and saw the piano. She closed the door, and headed on. She opened the next door, and saw the cornet. She decided to try playing it since she didn't have a flute. She picked up the strange insturment. She started examining it, and then she played a tune on it. She then played a song that she knew.

"S-sorry." Joseph looked stunned as the person stumbled into his room. "H-hello, Miss." He eyed the woman carefully, and then a look of recognisation suddenly hit his eyes. "Ah, the piano... Yes clearly you play the piano." He smiled a weak smile and looked over her shoulder, as if looking for someone else.
"My name, is Joseph."

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Kali nodded. "Yes I play Piano. My name is Kali. It is very nice to meet you." She stood where she was as she introduced herself. Her blue-green eyes took in the room, and the stranger. "I am sorry if I disturbed you."

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John has wandered in the house in all the 15 years, looking for the orchestra room, like all the others. He felt very uncomfortable in the house, because he had not played on his cello, and also because he thought the others would tease him because of his old-fashioned way of clothing. He had not met any of the others, when he heard or saw any of them he ran in a door. But one of the girls, the girl who played on the violin, he had an eye for.

((me? or the one who originally plays the violin?))

After searching for another hour, Stacy finally decided it was time to go to her own room and sleep. If she could even find her own room. Why had she decided to venture out so far? She had not even the slightest clue on how to get back to her room. She sighed softly to herself, and pushed open a random door to her left. Ah, a bedroom. Instead of trying to find her own room, perhaps she could sleep here. Deciding on doing so, Stacy fell back on the bed and stared at the cieling, feeling awkward. She wished she had on more comfortable clothes. Ah, well. Stacy grabbed the blankets, dropped it when they covered everything up to her shoulders, and tried her hardest to fall asleep.

One lone thought that entered her head right before sleep reached her was, What is this actually is someone else's room...?

"I am sorry if I disturbed you." Joseph moved past her, out the door and into the hallway. "Not at all, i was going out, i'm going to see all the inhabitants of m-" He interrupted himself, and looked her in the eyes. "The
mansion." He started walking casually down the halllway, sometimes giving a small nod everytime he could see a painting on the wall, as if confirming they were in their right place.

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John was heading to "his" room, he was wery tired of searching for the orchestra room all day. When he reached the door, he opened it carefully and was just about to enter, when he noticed that someone was sleeping in his bed. He just saw the persons hair, so he did not know who it was. He backed out the door and closed it caerfully behind him. John wondered where to sleep tonight, then he remembered a bedroom he found earlier the same day. He walked down to a stair and up to the next floor, he found the room very fast. He sat down on the bed and was just about to take of his shoes, when he heard a beautiful sound. He jumped up and run agienst the sound, he stopped outside a little door who looked almoste like the wallpaper, so it was hard to notice. He opened it , while he was thinking if he actually had found the orchestra room, but all that was inside was a trombone. He got very disapointed, and headed to the bedroom, he fell asleep at once he put his head on the pillow.

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