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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 12, 2009 23:45:45 GMT -8
Victor sat outside in the warmth of the sun, enjoying the quad and the quiet day. Victor wasn't intending on going to the rest of school, so he knew he had to leave soon, but it was always nice to enjoy some alone time before going home, and dealing with the family.
Thoughts wandering, Victor looked up at the sky, his eyes matching the blue tone that covered the sky to both horizons without a cloud in sight. Victor considered going to the beach instead of home
but then... the beach was home...
Smiling Victor got up, putting his hands in his pockets. for once he was not truly happy, simply content with what he had and what he was doing. this troubled him a little, usually he was far happier.
but thats what power does to people, makes them unhappy. Victor had no power, nor did he want it, but he was surrounded by it, people who had power. and that made him...
well, it left room for improvement, that was for sure.
Victor looked around, seemed as though he was alone, maybe he'd sneak into the music room and play some piano. Hands in his pockets he began walking toward said room of music, whistling a little tune to himself
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 13, 2009 0:13:04 GMT -8
Bastille was in the music room. Her bag was thrusted to one side, her clothing on the other. She was wearing a leotard and equestrian riding pants. All black. Her hair was tied into a small pony tail which hung short of her shoulders. She needed a new hair cut, her hair was getting in the way of things.
In her hand was a blade. Bastille had aquired the blade some time ago, but the rapier took qi right out of her, as if it where a magnent. She was trying to learn to control the energy drain, and what better way then to use the after school facility. she held the stance with a very profound notion then suddenly twist and thrust the sword in an upper cut. As if it was a dance, she began to move around the space using her sword.
(sorry its short, my meds are killing me)
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 13, 2009 10:55:02 GMT -8
Victor walked into the music room, his face flashing in a moment of surprise before he smiled at the abnormal looking lady with the swords... it was an unusual sight, and definately unexpected in the music room. Victor smiled his big usual smile before his mouth opened
"Hey there, hope I'm not interrupting anything... would you mind if I just used the piano over there?" Victor asked, maybe he could play her some routine practice music for fencers, Victor knew that the rapier style was different from fencing, but victor had only learned to fence, so it was the closest he could get.
even if she said no he began walking over and took a seat on the piano bench anyway, he kind of wanted to watch, and if she was really against that idea he would wait for her to ask him to leave...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 13, 2009 11:10:46 GMT -8
Bastille at first had to do a double take. Her mind had seen David standing at the door, and obviously Bastille was not wearing her little black wig as cover up. Yet when she realised it was another student, one of whom she had seen a grand total of once she smirked and nodded.
"hn" was her only audiable reply and she took the opening stance again, this time a salute. She turned her back to him, thinking it might not distract him from his piano half as much as it might if she where facing towards him. Bastille began a complex move...something she wanted to see if she could still do...the last two years she had used bullets and guns. With little effort she began her rutine again. It was never teh same rutine and to be honest to anyone who had any fencing knowledge it looked nothing like an actual fencing match. Bastille had not only incorperated ballet (which easnt far off in the first place) but gymnastics as well.
With one leap she executed two perfect pivoted thrusts, one short step, then two long thrusts, then with on click of her heel she was up in the air doing a forward flip and on the way down releasing her body, pivoting, and then thrust the sword down on the shoulder on imaginary person. With a second flick she might have taken of his head witht eh swish of her blade. That one was an easier move...but she would need practice again to get back into it...especially with this blade. She already was sweating, and already she felt drained...not a good sign.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 13, 2009 11:34:09 GMT -8
Victor smiled and nodded, watching her as she went through her routine, she had a strange appearance to her, but Victor had known of stranger, it was as if these public high schools sent special invitations to those of strange appearence, but Victor liked that, it certainly did make everyone an individual.
Victor began playing a little melody, in the key of A minor, it made for good battle music, he timed himself according to the girls moves, shifting tempo as she did with her thrusts and pivots, smiling as he added little flourishes to give it a sense of grandeur, that she was battling a thousand people on her own and still winning.
As she finished her routine Victor put the final notes on his little self created piece... scales where fun.
"You're quite the swordmistress, how long have you trained for?" Victor asked out of curiosity, a big friendly smile on his face, noticing the girl seemed ever so slightly drained.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 13, 2009 12:43:16 GMT -8
She had moved towards her duffel bag, bending over to unzip it and grab out a water bottle and hand towel out. She whiped her face and threw the towel over her shoulder before hearing his question and looking over from where she stood. Standing up streight she walked back and set her blade on the piano and took out a rag for cleaning the blade with and began to pour some clear liquid onto it. She sighed as if thinking.
"Well lets see here....im 19....i started officially taking classes at 13...praticed since i was 9 unofficially...with the gymnastics and ballet...oh dear, id say about 10 years?" She said nonchalantly focusing on cleaning her blade.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 13, 2009 13:42:20 GMT -8
Victor turned, playing a little song with one hand that he had been listening to way too much lately, he smiled "Thats incredible, what got you into the art?" Victor asked nonchalantly, simply keeping the conversation going, for once he didn't really have a goal in this, usually talking to women was for only one purpose, but this girl seemed genuinely interesting, not too many people created their own styles for rapier...
he hummed the tune lightly, lowly, his deep rich voice just barely audible, he wasn't trying to overshadow her answer with it, he still wanted to hear, but he also wanted to practice his tones a little as he listened. he liked multi-tasking
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 13, 2009 13:51:18 GMT -8
Men multi tasking...now that was something. Bastille finally looked him right in the eye. Her crimson ones took a shine to his and with a small huff she turned her eyes backto her sword. She wasnt used to being asked 20 questions, more or less she was usually the one asking.
"I liked it..." She said simply. it was really the only reason she had had at the time. now she found it much more useful then she had known, but back then it was a hobby she had enjoyed as well as excelled at. Her sister Vera was the only person who could really match Bastilles fencing skills, Gabriel was also a good match at times but it was made clear Bastille still held the advantage. She had speed on her side...whatever the case she shrugged her shoulders as if that was all she had to tell.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 13, 2009 14:06:42 GMT -8
Victor smiled as she finally looked at him, his deep blue eyes shining magnificently against her crimson hues. she said she simply liked it, seemed like a good enough reason for anything, that was the main reason Victor ever did anything.
Victor's low beautiful hum grew silent as he nodded, his hands came away from the piano and he looked back at her, though she had now looked away. There where a lot of things on Victor's mind he could ask, but he already had been berating her with questions, and one thing was on victor's mind more than anything else, and if there was anything victor was good at, it was speaking his mind. "You have very pretty eyes" he said, his voice slightly humored but obviously serious, he smirked, something less than his normal big smile, but far more knowing and real in a way.
"I'm Victor by the way, its nice to meet you" Victor added, his hand coming out to shake, if this mystery girl felt so inclined
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 13, 2009 14:30:36 GMT -8
She raised her hand and shook his hand without much delay.
"Bastille. Bastille Alana Violette Cunningham...the pleasure is mine" Her british accent grew thick as she spoke her name syllable per syllable. She took back her hand and raised a brow with a smirk. "what no more questions?" She asked curiosly turning back to her bag and placing her sword into a seith then stuffing it gently in the large duffle bag and putting away her towel and water. She kept her back to him as she took her arms from the sleeves of the leotard and then pulled it down to hang over the hem of her pants. Under the leotard was a mass of bandages wrapped around her chest. She also had small patchs on her lower back from recent bullet wounds. She grabbed her black t-shirt and threw it over her head, shoving it on then turning to look at him with a glance.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 13, 2009 18:05:29 GMT -8
Victor heard the question, and as she packed up he responded "Well, I was only curious what a white haired, red eyed swordmistress was doing in the music room of a public high school, and I think I got all the answers I really wanted, I thought I'd let you talk a little yourself" he said, smiling as she turned back to glance at him, he then followed with "I admire your accent, wheres it from?" he asked, thinking it sounded english but not wanting to assume, and completely ignoring his own earlier statement, this girl only got more and more interesting, she was a bit unusual, and Victor liked that. she probably hadn't noticed his slight italian accent he had gained from living there, and he made no effort to make it more pronounced, only let his smile and his blue eyes shine waiting for her response, she had put her sword away, she would either want to talk now, or leave, it all depends.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 14, 2009 14:37:26 GMT -8
"Britain." she said shortly. She made it rather clear she had nothing else to say. It was not her hobby to blab her life story to make herself feel better. Contrary she was more like a male in that respect...hiding it all on the inside because somewhere inside you had a feeling the other person never even cared. Regaurdless Bastille was still not much to blab. She turned a brow to him hearing his new melody. Her curiosity got the better of her and she walked up to the piano.
"And prey tell...where did you learn piano" She said. She herself had learned the Piano Forte...but old things like that where stuff only old families seemed to do. Bastille had to remind herself that she was indeed of noble blood ...that in tern made herr twitch slightly.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 14, 2009 14:44:14 GMT -8
Victor nodded... britain was a good place, he was part british himself. gotta love the real football he thought to himself with a little chuckle...
Victor looked to her but did not stop playing. "I learned from a delightful woman of the name jessica levesque, she was very talented herself, she was a famous player for some pop group at some time... can't quite recall right now, she taught me more about artful playing, making things sound good, rather than theory and I quite liked that" Victor responded, deciding it unimportant to mention why he learned piano, which was a very different more interesting answer.
this of course had to prompt the question
"Do you play at all?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 14, 2009 22:09:46 GMT -8
"Only the piano forte....and i havent played in years. Hated the piano, teacher was the type to swat your hand with a ruler the moment you did the wrong key"
Her face looked unamused as she bent down and continued to whip her finger over the piano edge, back and forth back and forth continuously as if its edge was ten times as interesting as flying pigs. She seemed bored as she went through with this motion, her eyes following her finger as they dragged along the rim of the paino. she finally broke the movement to glance at her fingers and rub them together, then deciding it wasnt clean enough went back to inspecting the piano.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 15, 2009 11:01:56 GMT -8
"How unfortunate" Victor tutted to himself, that kind of teacher was really good for nothing except killing the artistic mood of the youth...
"Would you like to learn other styles? It could be fun" Victor asked, his bright smile and friendly eyes very inviting, he was clearly offering to teach her things about how to play right then and there
of course she could decline, and if she did he'd say "You're simply not interested in most things are you?" with a little laugh
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