1st Floor Rec Room - Thursday after classes

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Today was Penelope's birthday and she hadn't told a soul. She didn't want to be the center of anyone's attention but more than that she didn't want people to feel like they had to celebrate her day.

The day she was born wasn't a happy one. Her parents sought out a plastic surgeon and found out all too quickly that plastic surgery was not an option. The tabloids and newpapers went crazy, which only led to her mother faking a creamation for her. Her piglet of a baby had died. And then Penelope had spent the next sixteen years of her life locked inside her own home. Never getting to play in the park, never getting to play in the snow, never being allowed out her own front door.

Her birthday was not a happy celebration so she did not see the need in telling anyone. It was just another day. A sad day. At least it was for her.

Alone in the rec room, she sat at the piano and began to play what she was feeling.

[Open for whatever rec room needs you might have. ETA: Hurley's thread last please since she leaves with him!]

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[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley wandered in. He didn't speak, no, he just listened to her play. It was, quite simply, beautiful.

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

She was unaware of his presence for the moment, lost in the sad melody of her playing. Small, nimble fingers moved across the keys without looking. In fact, her eyes were closed, her chin tilted slightly up.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley was amazed she could play without even looking. He just stood and watched her. But not in a creepy, Edward Cullen sort of way.

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

As the last notes ended, she sighed deeply and rested her hands on her lap, looking down.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Wow," Hurley said.

He... had no other words, really.

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

With a little gasp, Penelope looked over. "Oh! I didn't know you were here."

She blushed.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I didn't want to interrupt or anything," he said. "You were playing so well and stuff."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Hurley," she replied and turned to face him more. "Were you looking for me or did you just... wander down here?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Just wandered in, actually," Hurley said. "But glad I found you."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

She smiled. "...if you had plans to do something in here, I don't want to get in your way."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was wandering by and got drawn in by the music. It wasn't his usual style, but even he had to admit it was kinda pretty.

In a really really depressing sorta way.

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

It was sad, yes, and she played it for that very reason. Her mood welcomed it. It wasn't her intention to make anyone else feel bad because of it, though.

She happened to turn her head to see him and she offered a small smile in greeting, allowing the music to fall to an end before she said, "Hello, Dean."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no," Hurley said. "I'd love to just... keep hearing you play, if that's okay."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey," he said, and gestured at the piano. "You're really good."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"Okay," she replied, pleased to hear him say that.

Turning back to the keys, Penelope began to play (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UiBAoivy2k&feature=related) another piece she'd picked up sheet music for, learning it to memory rather quickly.

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"Oh, thank you," she replied softly. "I've been playing since I was three."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Wow," Hurley said. "You know anything a little more upbeat?" He gave her a little smile.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You could probably make a living at it, you're that good," Dean said.

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

She shrugged a small shoulder. "I... wasn't much in the mood for upbeat."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

She chuckled lightly and shook her head. "It's just something I do for fun, or when I'm in the mood."

A beat.

"How have you been?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Somethin' wrong?" Hurley asked.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Homicidal," Dean said easily. "But I'm recovering from that. Gotta love those Fandom weird weekends."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

She shook her head, glancing down, away from him. "No, Hurley. Not really."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

She blinked. "I wasn't affected this last bout of weirdness, but I didn't hear about you either. What happened?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"...you don't seem so sure," Hurley said.