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Post by tera on Aug 19, 2012 5:59:29 GMT -5
It wasn't long after she got here that she was already out and about. She hated standing still, even if she was asked to. Even worse she hated being away from what she considered her true home, even if it meant being closer to her father and Marina. The day was rubbish, the wind was a bit nippy, and the sun was masked behind a veil of endless gray clouds. To blend in with the crowd in the park, she wore a gray half coat, a big buckle across the waist. The rest of her outfit was equally as plain, black stockings, boots, and a hat to finish it all off. Underneath was some dress she found in the bottom of her drawers, clothes were not something she actually kept up with often, as she prefered to be without them usually.
Wandering the paved paths of the park, she gently fingered the flute that hung around her neck under her coat, as if she was eager to find somewhere to sit quietly and play. Music was her passion, the one driving force that kept her sane, and kept her in society most times. Otherwise she would have just as easily prefered to disappear into the wild like some wolves chose to do. With some time and careful examination however she found a place that would suit her needs perfectly.
Standing next to a small tree, she removed her instrument, playing slowly to no one but herself at first. She chose to be as far from everyone else as she could as she began, though by the end she would most likely draw people towards her. It was a gift from her mother, the instrument, she had kept it all these years. It was how she remembered her, through the music she played on it, she felt like it was what kept the spirit of her mother content in the afterlife. The tune of the song however was a bit slow, it reflected how she felt to anyone who was intuitive enough to read into such things.
As she sat there, cross legged, alone, she watched the people pass by at a distance as they looked for the source of the notes. This was how she spent a bit of her day, simply watching the people she used to distance herself from. There was a time when she was wild, unchecked, and free to do as she pleased. When things were simpler than they were now, she missed it, the days where she was with him and everything seemed more worth while. For an immortal, even when the tears stopped, you never truly got over the people you cared for even when they were gone, not when it was your fault. |
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Post by peteshell on Sept 6, 2012 13:51:33 GMT -5
The Royal Parks we probably farther then he should be between classes, but when you could step into the fountain and walk out of the one that he'd set up in his office ages ago... He dusted his jacket off and jumped off the level of the fountain. He stretched and started walking along the path around the park. He placed his arms behind his head as he walk.
He stopped after a moment, there was music somewhere... Where was it coming from? He began following the sound, zig-zagging around the park as he pinpointed the source of the depressing sound. After a moment Peter stopped and leaned against a tree watching the young woman play the melancholy tune.
Peter smiled listening, wishing slightly to himself that he could remember those melancholy feelings from his past life. He would have more relatable emotions to this young woman... He hadn't been raised to ruff, and he'd be the first to tell you, the worst thing ever in his life was being tracked by his former Elder Brother. When she stopped the song, Petter clapped softly, just loudly enough to let the young blonde know she had gathered an audience.
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Post by tera on Oct 6, 2012 19:06:57 GMT -5
She could hear the foot steps approaching as she played, though she didn't choose to pay them much mind until the end. They stopped just before her, even with her eyes closed she did not need to see the person to discern some of his traits. Just hearing him, smelling him, that was enough to figure out the gender and size of the person that stopped. There was a smile on her face as she lowered the instrument, bowing her head a bit as he clapped for her, she had no expected anyone to go out of their way to associate with some random street musician.
"Normally no one stops. You would be the first person to approach since I've arrived here in London." she replied softly, opening her amber eyes slowly. Looking up at the man before her, she smiled, replacing the instrument inside of her coat. She couldn't exactly get a good read on this man like she normally could for others though, he was different. He carried himself like someone who had lived a relatively normal life, while the others around them seemed to be carrying the burdens of their mortal lives. Slumped, slouching, dragging their feet, that was how she could tell he was different.
"You seem to be a lot more calm than the others around here. Most seem to be carrying some giant weight around, but you seem to have a more care free stance." she said, pointing it out rather than simply continuing to stare at him like some sort of creeper. She had never really understood why staring made others feel uncomfortable, she had never been bothered by it, and most in her time didn't seem to care at all either. "Have you heard the song before? Or just simply interested in finding the source of the noise?" |
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Post by peteshell on Oct 16, 2012 10:48:20 GMT -5
Peter smiled at Tera. "Really? A beautiful woman like you playing such a sad an lonely song? And no one stops to see why?" He winked at her and stepped forward. "I guess chivalry is in fact almost dead huh?" he asked her as he stooped down to her level. "Name's Peter," he offered stretching out a hand to her and smiling. "Why were you playing such a sad song. A stunning woman like you can't possibly have just been dumped?" he asked playfully. He hoped he wasn't making light of a bad situation, but if he was he could easily turn it to his pleasure.
He blinked at her obvious statement and tilted her head, his face unreadable for a moment, then he stopped and laughed. "Well... I guess you could say that." He smiled with a bit of a laugh in his voice. "This is my mandatory fun time between classes. And my... Well what is Harvey...?" he asked almost himself. "Well my stalker, I guess, won't be allowed to ruin it." He grinned at her. "And what of yourself? You carry yourself with a fair bit more authority then most of my students that have to be about your age."
Peter plopped himself down goofily trying to get a reaction out of the beautiful blonde. He smiled at her. "Come now tell Dr. Shell your troubles." He held up a finger smiling. "Though I should mention that I'm not a Psyc person by any means, I should have some of the information that you're looking for." That laugh had returned to his voice and he continued smiling at the girl in front of him, wondering how he could lighten her day just a little.
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