<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f9/95/06/f99506e9d7d9c4e3d670aef1505806ab.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclair<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Student Lounge<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday Sept. 13th, 6:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rahne finds some time to indulge in a simple pleasure.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Playing this on the piano, until someone interrupts her.</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Q634rbsypE</div></div><hr/><br/>With a few hours to spare before she would have to meet up with Abi for their next tutoring session, Rahne figured he would pass the time by playing the piano.<br/><br/>Her tutoring sessions with Abi were more enjoyable than she had thought they would be. The fact that she had a crush slowly growing on the girl was both something that made her excited for each day they met up, and dread it at the same time. But her nerves were already frayed, and not wanting to show up a complete mess, she decided some time could be well spent relaxing. Which brought her to the lounge that evening. Or, specifically, one of the lounges.<br/><br/>One of the original rooms in the mansion, it still had the same "old time" charm one would expect from historic buildings. Ornate book cases and comfortable, almost Victorian style furniture, the only modern appliances in the room was the lighting. Even then, it ran through a style fitting with the room, and Rahne went to the mantle even then, turning on the light in the fireplace that mimicked the feel and appearance of a fire. From there, she walked over to the grand piano, sitting in the corner of the room. In her experience, not many people visited this particular room. And those that did mainly did so for quiet study time, with little risk of being bothered or disturbed by anyone else. With no television, no radio, just books and couches and a piano, it held little appeal for anyone of her generation. Setting her ever-present Bible on the bench next to her, Rahne lifted the cover of the piano keys, brushing her fingers over them gently.<br/><br/>A quick run through of the scales, to hear the piano's tune, and she started to play. Soft, calming, simple music. Just playing improv, following no sheet music and letting her fingers roam as they would, she filled the room with a soft, gentle melody as her eyes closed. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she played, just letting the music move her. She had learned to play for Reverend Craig's church, and then Moira had helped her refine her talent at the keys even further. It was a relaxing hobby for her, and not one she often shared, not wanting the attention it might bring on her. In moments of solitude, though, she liked to indulge.<br/><br/>The music would drift from the room and down the hall, as she had left the lounge doors open, free for anyone who might wander by and wonder who was playing to poke their heads in.