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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 15, 2009 20:18:14 GMT -8
She hadnt even replied when he said the naxt thing, but he seemed to know she would decline his offer. she had, indeed, no interest for it. Her crimson eyes gave him a bored look.
"ah, yes...but my interests are subject usually to observation alone....it is most fun, to watch people...curious beings, every curious"
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 15, 2009 22:47:41 GMT -8
"Very true... I love watching people, so interesting how they act" Victor mused, look at what he had stumbled upon, someone as detached from the world as himself... how interesting. and how he had stumbled upon her during her swordplay and... this was all such a fun curious experiance. Victor smirked, not his usual giant smile, this was far more knowing and true, far more content. Victor was plenty okay with just remaining silent now and seeing what happened.
he turned back to the piano, begining to play another simple tune, a blues-y scale that simply ran up and down
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 18, 2009 0:19:55 GMT -8
So this guy was interesting. Bastille would take note of him...however she had some goals to accomplish before she could exactly stick to people watching. She would keep him in mind. She listened as he went to play another tune. Oddly enough she found little interest in melodies these days, although he favorite type of music was classical. She began to tie her hair back as she pulled on a shirt over her bandaged chest, yet halting to run her finger over a few of the bullet scars. With a grump she shoved her shirt all teh way on then her jacket and a pair of pants. She turned to look at the guy and watch him play, choosing instead to lean against the wall and listen. She also got a feel for his muscle movements...her eyes conducted a therough search....should he choose to challange her, she would know his moves ahead of time.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 21, 2009 12:15:15 GMT -8
Victor continued playing, he always loved having an audience, the music was emotional, speaking of broken things, broken dreams, broken hearts, broken spirit... though Victor did not have any of these things he just loved hearing the blue sound, it brought him great joy.
Victor continued on and on, until eventually his bluesy feel began to wear itself out and he let the music stop.
Smiling Victor turned to the girl. "Well, it was very nice to meet you, do you have anywhere to be?" Victor asked, perhaps this could go somewhere else...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 29, 2009 23:28:26 GMT -8
"not anywhere of interest no...unless its back on black market shoving kill bill fat guy out of the authentic japanese katana from 1750.....which actually i dont think i need" She stated bluntly and a little bit in a bored tone.
"How long have you been at 259?" She asked calmly repacking her things and adjusting them around a bit.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 30, 2009 10:07:21 GMT -8
Victor didn't laugh at the statement, in case she wasn't joking, but in his mind he found the situation quite funny. he chuckled lightly, so much for not laughing, just imagining a fat man rolling off the end of a sword was... rather humorous to say the least
Victor thought about it now "Not to long now, maybe... 2 months Victor asked, then thought about his answer... sounded right, but it was hard to believe that he had gotten into SO many fights in such, little time
oh well.
"How long have you gone here for? Victor asked in return
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