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Post by Virgiliu Florin Albescu on Apr 6, 2010 21:41:23 GMT -5
 
Soft bells rang through the hallway, jingling in the otherwise empty space as a blonde male joyfully strutted through it. In his gloved hand a peculiarly shaped box was grasped. It resembled a guitar, only smaller, though no less of an instrument. In his other, a simple reed pipe dangled loosely, chipped in a few places and looking perhaps a bit worse for wear. None the less, an instrument was an instrument, and Virgil did enjoy any kind of music.
Tied to his waist was a ribbon, and dangling from that was a tambourine. On its drum, many paint splatters were evident, not to mention a few minute symbols seemed to be missing. That did nothing to take away from the occasional chime however, with each bouncing step the gypsy made.
Atop his sun-bleached head lay an oversized hat, ratty in sporting a few loose threads and holes, but could have been quite the attractive accessory in its day. The rest of Virgiliu's attire, however, was anything but worn out. It was finely pressed and quite stunning. Form fitting, though still holding a sense of elegance to it. Red in colour and European in style, it no doubt looked a bit strange to anyone passing by. But being a street spectacle himself, odd looks did nothing to phase the gypsy anymore.
He had a purpose, anyway. He didn't make a new friend per se, though an acquaintance could fit. He did enjoy company anyway, and helping a boy to play violin could definitely give him something productive to do. Besides, those pockets could be full with wallets, and resisting temptation wasn't a strong suit of Virgil's. A win-win situation, either way, really.
Stepping into a vacant classroom, Virgil allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness for a moment before pacing forward and throwing open the blinds. Music in the dark was good for some things, but he liked the sunlight.
After setting down his pipe and violin on the teacher's desk, Virgiliu heaved himself onto it, legs hanging off the side and swinging back and forth in a childish manner. He was looking forward to teaching someone the art of music; it was an honour and joy to be part of something so beautiful.
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Post by Joshua Akero on Apr 8, 2010 21:29:07 GMT -5
As if this could be really happening. Was Joshua really going to accept a violin and busk with a stranger? Yes, that was his plan. But would this new kid actually have a violin on hand that he's willing to give up for the cost of only busking with him? Joshua couldn't be sure. For all he knew, this Virgiliu boy could be lying to him. Maybe the kid was planning to lure Josh into the streets, mug him and run away. That was a dumb idea. First, there was a reason why Joshua had been nicknamed Sniper in his gang and why he always carried a gun on hand. Second, the whole point of Joshua working at this school was because he didn't have money. His wallet was probably just filled with moths, dust and a very special letter he'd tucked away in there not long ago. There couldn't be a reason for Virgil to steal that letter though. Joshua didn't know for sure if he would be mugged or anything. He'd just learned from past experiences of being in a gang that you need to expect the unexpected. Even the nicest of people could pick your pocket if they have their set reasons for doing it.
Joshua was on his way to the music room, not entirely sure what to expect when he got there, but knowing that he shouldn't really get his hopes up too badly about getting a violin. It would only make it hurt if he didn't actually end up getting it. He left his bag back at the pool. It contained most of the belongings such as his laptop and the sketchbooks that he couldn't fit in his pocket. He left it there knowing that it would be safe. Even though he was the pool security guard, he believed the pool was safe even when he wasn't guarding it. He'd left his stuff there before, it would be there when he got back. The only thing that he visibly had on hand was his iPod, which was in his pocket, but you could see the headphones over his ear and the cord that snaked down into his pocket. But he also kept a small sketchbook in the inside pocket of his jacket, along with a gun inside his jacket too. In the inside of is sleeves were pockets he'd sewn right on that he could tuck his pens and pencils. But those were things he had on hand always.
There wasn't a point in knocking, so Joshua just turned off his music and slipped his headphones to around his neck before opening the door and slipping inside. "Oi, Virgiliu. Am I here on time?" Joshua asked as he stuffed his hands back into his pockets and walked closer to the boy. He sat himself on one of the student desks and looked the other male over. He really had an odd fashion sense. Josh seemed dressed in just jeans, his red jacket and the white t-shirt underneath. He wasn't one for dressing all pretty and magical. He'd rather just blend in with any crowd. |
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Post by Virgiliu Florin Albescu on Apr 8, 2010 23:17:35 GMT -5
"Oi, Virgiliu. Am I here on time?"
A large smile spread across the blonde's face and, with a shake of his head, the teen jumped off the desk with unnecessary acrobatics. The only thing missing was a flip.
Scanning his brown eyes over Joshua, Virgil's lips pursed.
"Hm," he hummed softly, stalking around the man, not unlike a disapproving parent, "Monsieur's attire leaves much to be desired, no?" Here, the blonde extended his hand to pinch the hem of the red jacket. With a sigh and shake of his head, he dropped it again and stood back. "No punishment this time, but you should show up in, how you say, sophisticated attire, s'il vous plait."
Walking back around to face the front of the brunette, Virgiliu spoke once more. "The violin is an exquisite instrument, I'm sure you know. As such, only those who wish to perform for the Goddess of Beauty herself should play it. You know this, yes?"
Without waiting for a reply, the gypsy spun around, the long tails of his coat waving slightly, and with expert precision, unlocked his own violin case. A gloved hand reached into the worn velvet interior and extracted his instrument. The only inclination it was even used was the slight rusting of its metal strings, as the body itself was obviously polished and didn't sport any visible chipping.
Turning back to Joshua, Virgil flashed him a cheeky grin and wink. "Do you need assistance tuning it," he asked, gesturing to the man's own violin, "or do you think you can manage?"
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Comments: Crappy post is crappy~ Expect excitement and theft later. ;3 [/blockquote][/font] |
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