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┌─────────────────────────────┐Gavin leaned back on his hands when the dog was pulled off of him. "It's fine," he replied with a soft sigh. He kind of responded in an odd way. After all, he probably should have said it's no big deal when Daniel said sorry. Then said he's fine Daniel asked if he was okay. Instead, he ended up combining the two.
A moment later, Gavin stood up slowly and started brushing random dog hair off his clothes. It helped a bit, but hair like that loved sticking to things. He stood up straight and looked down at Daniel. The blond seemed shorter because he was a bit farther down the hill. He walked closer and stopped next to the dog. After letting one hand rest on the big dogs head, he continued to walk. He wasn't much of a pet person, but he didn't dislike them.
Gavin let his speed pick up, as the hill got steeper. The angle of the hill made him jog down to the bottom. He went down at an angle so he wouldn't end up right in front of the two guys talking, but they could still see him at this point. He slowed to a walk as he continued on his way. The drummer was going to the fountain. He felt like all the slobber was stuck on his face and slowly oozing off. It was gross. He didn't feel the need to tell Daniel what he was doing. All he was really thinking about was trying to clean of his wet face. He didn't care if Daniel ended up following him. In fact, he half expected it.
After a while, he made it to the fountain. It wasn't terribly far from the others, but it wasn't in view either. Gavin let himself fall to his knees and leaned his thighs against the edge of the fountain. He leaned his body over the small wall that separated him from the water and dipped his hands in. They were shaped like a cup in order to hold as much water as possible. He splashed some water on his face a few times before he pushed himself up to sit on the edge of the fountain.
His eyes traveled up to the sky as he leaned back on one hand. The other rested in his lap. Gavin felt better now that the canine saliva was gone, even though there was water dripping down his face and onto his graphic tee. Some strands of dark hair were now plastered to his face because of the water they absorbed.______________
【I am not a click track】
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 8:31 am
♬What is Music?
Music is the rhythm of the soul
Every beat, every tone, every melody
Is in sync with the natural vibe of your body♬ ♬What is Music?
Music is an outlet, from the everyday
It can take away the pain you feel
Or add to the excitement of a new day♬ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Christoph looked at Liam, smiling gratefully. "You're a real pal, you know that? I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you around." He laughed, then added, "I'd probably go crazy. I definitely owe you one."
He suddenly remembered something, and dug into his pocket. "Oh, that salve or whatever that stuff was that you gave me worked great! The bruise went away after a few days. There's still some left, but I decided to get you a new one anyways. It's the least I can do." He pulled out an exact duplicate of the tube out of his pocket and grabbed Liam's hand. Christoph place the tube gently in the young man's palm and closed his fingers around it.
"And no, you're not allowed to refuse. I take care of my people." He smiled and dropped Liam's hand, shoving his own into his pockets.
"I'll see you later." He walked away, whistling tunelessly. For all his love for music, Christoph was completely incapable of carrying his own tune. That's why he stuck to bartending instead of playing on his own stage every night.
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Music is something that never changes, just evolves
Music brings together people of all ages
No matter what you believe in, Music brings common ground♬ ♬What is Music?
Music is my name
Music is who I am
Music is my life♬
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 7:42 pm
] ¤ ---With dreams of a distant l o v e--- ¤
| -I'm a W A N D E R I N G {satellite} | A ways off from where Christoph and Liam were talking - or being coerced into a favor, as it just so happened - a certain blond was having a hard time thwarting a tongue-tied moment. After being teased from both his friend and the Haunted Music Box's owner, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed facing the reason behind their teases. That reason being none other than the drummer from Elijah's band.
Swallowing back a bundle of nerves lodged in his throat, Daniel awkwardly nodded, glad that the big dog hadn't caused Gavin any real harm. As Gavin stood and began to walk down the hill, Daniel turned and watched him go, hand curled tightly around Wolf's leather collar. Eyes concerned and curious, he hesitated before heading towards Liam and Christoph again.
'Probably go crazy? Haven't you already? I mean, a stagnant existence like yours... I'd go crazy, but maybe he's made it so long... because he has a reason. Stupid Christoph. I don't want to think so much about other people, yet here I am thinking about you... Again! Ughhh. Liam's eyes widened as Christoph's sudden movements jolted him out of his sullen train of thought. Blinking once, he stared down at his hand, now closed around a tube of salve. Jerking, he hastily pulled his arm back and pocketed the thing, color appearing faintly on his cheeks.
Jeez, his boss was weird. If it'd been any other person, Liam might have hurled a sniping comment at them and stalked off. With Christoph, his mouth pulled into a slight, crooked grin and he shrugged."Keep this up, and you'll never get rid of me." He murmured, soundlessly watching as Christoph sauntered off, a farewell unspoken between them. The tallish darkette turned as he heard familiar panting; Wolf bounded over, letting out a low yip of pleasure to see his owner. Liam's brows lifted: "First you and now Danny. Where'd that kid run off to now?"
Daniel, at the moment, was doggedly walking after Gavin's retreating figure. Once he'd known Wolf was back with Liam, he'd taken off, an uncertain feeling whelming inside his chest. Blond hair falling in loose ringlets around his brow, he came to a halt, having suddenly turned and found Gavin at the public fountain. Inching closer, he dug in his vest pocket and pulled out a clean handkerchief. Old fashioned of him, but it'd came in handy before. Eyes downcast, he offered it to the silent drummer. "Here... It's cool tonight."
Which, he added to himself, was rather redundant of him to say. Yes, it was colder out, but what he'd really meant was that he didn't want Gavin to catch a cold. What, with a wet face and all... Hugging one arm to his body, Daniel warily peeked at Gavin. He was so bad at starting up conversations. That, and he was holding back a feeling that maybe Gavin had been... avoiding him? Not that he expected them to hang out like old friends or talk every day: no, he hadn't had any expectations, not really, so... "Are... you usually out this late?"  ił'ѕ ѕo hāяď ło opєn υp
aηd ι'ď ďo ¤ āηyłhiηġ ¤ foя υѕ
♠ → → → i’m ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ ło łяυsł
...&&& D A N I E L
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 8:06 pm
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┌─────────────────────────────┐Gavin looked up at the blond as he took the handkerchief from him. "Thanks," he responded softly, before he started drying his face off with it. Daniel was quite odd sometimes. He always seemed a bit nervous and said funny things. It didn't bother the drummer though. He finished by drying off his hands before handing it back to the guy. He didn't really know how to handle the handkerchief thing. It was new to him. Kind of old fashion but gave Daniel an interesting flare.
"Sometimes," he replied, "I like hanging out at the park." Gavin stood up after he spoke. One hand ran through his hair before he shoved them both into his pockets. He wasn't trying to avoid the blond. There was no reason to do such a thing. "I should head back," he stated as he walked by Daniel. "See ya later," he uttered when he stopped to glance back at him. With that said, he started walking away.
Gavin could of mentioned the bubble tea thing, but he already showed interest in it before and felt like it was a waste of time to bring it up again. If he were Elijah, he probably would have made a joke about it or something. Alas, he was not that type of person.______________
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 11:13 pm
ił'ѕ ѕo hāяď ło opєn υp
aηd ι'ď ďo ¤ āηyłhiηġ ¤ foя υѕ
♠ → → → i’m ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ ło łяυsł
D A N I E L "No problem." Daniel chirped in a quiet tone, silently pleased that Gavin hadn't brush him off. Not many people really understood his type of personality; A lot of the time it seemed as though he was written him off as a spineless eccentric with a cute face. At least he was a strong enough soul to be unattached to meaningless first impressions. In return, he was also the kind of person to wait until aforementioned first impression faded before he made any type of comment.
Gavin was one of those individuals he'd watched, wondering what sort of person the stoic-like drummer was like - beneath the veil, so to say. Of course, there had been the fact the the man's drumming skills and musicality, alone, had drawn in the blond's attention like a starving butterfly to a singular flower. As Gavin returned the handkerchief and spoke, Daniel's head tilted characteristically. "Oh, ah, well..."
His heart skittered frantically across his ribcage. Unsure of what to say or what to do, Daniel did the first thing that came to mind: blurt exactly what was on it. "T-Tonight!" He called, warm-cheeked and somewhat emboldened. "I mean. I'm going to The Box... and... Christoph said your band was playing, so... I'll see you, tonight... Then... bye..." He finished lamely, arms loose at his sides and eyes bright despite the deep shadows of twilight. Smiling a little, he put the handkerchief back in his pockets, feeling a little better for some reason.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 3:22 am
 ♥ ♠ Call me Byron, that's all ♦ ♣
Along these two weeks, Byron couldn't find a place to be a regular of, every bar he entered didn't seem right, too dark, too bright, too crowded, filled with drunkards and so on... He kept comparing all of them to "The Haunted Music Box", it seemed he had found his destination, the place where he will be for the next weekends, if only it could open up again.
Aside from that, he was still feeling odd, even on the days he wasn't drinking, everything seemed abnormal, he'd just get tired when he takes a walk in the sun and can't seem to sleep at night, along with headaches and cravings of irregular patterns, if he didn't know himself any better, he'd say he was on some kind of drug.
This park he had discovered was quiet and fresh, especially on those nights he didn't get much sleep, but today there were relatively a lot of people compared to the other days. He moved closer to them from behind the trees, just to find out they were the same people he had met at the bar, the patron with his mysterious aura, the good looking butler walking a huge dog and the two guys who were talking over tea. "It's a small world, no?" He thought as he looked at them from where he was, he could hear them talking but couldn't make out what they were saying, he wasn't interested in it anyway. As he turned around to leave, his shirt got stuck in a twig that he broke trying to free himself, causing a creaking noise. He just ignored it and went on his way as if nothing happened, he wouldn't want them to find out he was looking at them from afar, that would be awkward.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:38 am
 Lucian KlimentLucian's fingers had coiled rather tightly around the solid black handle of his leather guitar case. He acted like a small child protecting his teddy bear when it came to this guitar. His fingers caressed the fabric inhaling a sharp breath to where his exhale was almost immediately released. Lucian found himself to be wondering alone, a rather bitter cold breeze brushed over his ghostly white flesh, him nibbling nervously on his bottom lip.
He had no idea where he was, this entire country all a completely new experience. Lucian shifted his optics letting his gaze wonder. Finally he managed to catch from the corner of his eye a simple wooden bench, the metal bars looked almost brand new a solid coating of brown painted against the material.
Lucian released a sigh of relief as he shifted his feet, shuffling against the concrete terrain. Nearing the bench he let himself twist on his heels, his body going limp as he fell back, taking a seat. His guitar case securely placed against his right side, leaning his torso into it some.
In a soft breath Lucian spoke to himself in a mumble. Though of course even if he were to speak louder, none that he knew of could understand him either way. Speaking of course in his natural Russian language. Despite knowing English at an average level he preferred to speak to himself as he always spoke in his home. Though his tone seemed to be one of agitation.
"Gde ya mogu kupit' bileti shtob vibratsa iz etovo ada.."
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 12:31 pm
((I think it's time that I cleared out profiles of the people that haven't posted for a while. I'll PM them first before I do, but if I get no response, they're getting cut.))
It was almost sunset. Christoph stood in the Haunted Music Box, fidgeting nervously. He arranged and rearranged stacks of glasses, he rubbed at nonexistent spots on the new bar, he twisted and worried his rag until it seemed as if it would fall to pieces from being abused so much. His staff picked up on his nervousness, but none dared to speak to him. Most didn't know him well enough to safely determine whether it was ok to comment on his odd behavior or whether they should just leave him alone.
Christoph finally stepped out from behind the bar and walked to the stage, where Elijah and his band were setting up for tonight's entertainment.
"You'll be ready on time, right?" The bartender wanted to make sure everything was perfect for when she arrived. He wanted to show her that he'd been doing well after all these centuries.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 1:54 pm
¤ ---With dreams of a distant l o v e--- ¤
| -I'm a W A N D E R I N G {satellite} | Liam scowled at the idling staff, seeing as most of them were either on their cellphones, waiting for the night to begin. Chatting to their lovers or something like that. On the other hand, at least it kept them somewhat occupied and from being under foot. It was likely they were avoiding the boss, too. Liam's gaze shifted as he placidly - or stonily, as he was looking a little more grim that usual - combed his hair into place. Christoph was talking to the band at the moment, checking on things that had already been checked twice before.
A nonplussed sigh, edged with tension, eased past Liam's tensed lips. Tonight his hair was neatly combed and half tied back from his face with a single black silk ribbon. He wore a snappy black vest, pants and shoes, with a white, elbow-length sleeved dress shirt. He didn't like ties and would refuse one if offered. Instead of a watch, a band of leather and silver was wound around his left wrist. He scoffed silently as he put his comb away and strode around the new bar. The thing was pretty frickin' sweet: heck, the whole place was... cool. Leave it to the Box and it's owner to bring out some Oriental flavor worth admiring.
At least he knew what Christoph was fretting over. Sort of. Whoever this lady was, she was obviously someone important... to him. His eyes closed as he settled against the bar's ledge. Man, he was getting a headache already...
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 2:18 pm
Lucian KlimentLucian shifted his eyes about the area he sat. His arm that didn't hug against his guitar case placed neatly over the arm of the bench. His eyes caressed the shape of the arm, his thoughts winding about his own words echoing through his mind and ears. His arm that secured his case finally loosened as he tugged against the handle causing the case to land neatly in his lap. His fingers caressed over the fabric once more, as he traced his index of his right hand downward placing it over the silver buckle that held the case closed. Motioning his index in a flicking motion caused the buckle to come loose, leaving the top of the case able to be opened with ease.
Lucian curled his fingers under the top as he pushed upwards, his guitar finally revealed. A glimpse of light bounced off the silver strings blinding him for a mere moment. His fingers curled around the neck of the guitar that sheltered in the case pulling upwards gently exposing the guitar to the open. The black coat of paint glistened though the white "X" that decorated the front didn't seem to catch the light as well.
The leather shelter of the guitar had propped up against its side leaning onto Lucian's waist. Lucian caressed the material of his guitar for a moment before pressing the body of the guitar against his stomach, the bottom of the neck running parallel towards the ground. The thickest string of the guitar was closest to his face, assuring him of the right position.
Lucian held the guitar to where the headstock pointed to the left. Lucian had since then simutaneously placed a solid black pick between his index and thumb of his right hand, this pick also having the white "X" decorated against it. Placing the pick against the strings, Lucian first gave only a single strum. He began to do this in a more rapid motion causing a rhythm to form. The sound of the guitar echoed over the wind being carried around the area. Inhaling a deep breath, he began to softly hum, then finally he sighed a soft sentance in Russian though having it done in tune with the guitar.
"Sevodnya horoshiy den' umeret' .. "
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 9:48 pm
✯✯✯I drink liquid music, so that I may sing to quench the thirst of the world✯✯✯  The redhead looked up at Christoph when he asked the question again. Well, it wasn't the exact same one he asked a few minutes ago, but it was similar. "We're almost ready," he replied with a smile, "just need to do a few sound checks." Elijah fiddled with a cord before looking back at the bartender. "Are you alright?"
Elijah didn't know Christoph that well but his band has played here before and the way the blond was acting was a bit odd. He seemed a little uneasy or nervous maybe. It might have been nothing though, but it didn't hurt to ask. Not that he expected the bartender to tell him even if there was something bothering the guy.
While waiting for Christoph to reply, Elijah picked up his guitar and plucked the strings before strumming it once. He adjusted it before checking again. He continued to fiddle with it before moving on to something else.
Meanwhile, the other two band members were doing their own thing. Actually, Gavin already got his stuff set up, so he was helping out with other things. Ten or fifteen minutes later, they were completely ready. The band finished setting up with plenty of time to spare.
Elijah sat on the edge of the stage, with his legs hanging off the side. His acoustic guitar sat on his lap. Bright green eyes watched his fingers run down the neck as a soft smile appeared on his face. The bassist walked off somewhere, while Gavin sat lazily behind his drum set. Now they just had to wait.
((Sorry if it is kind of lame...I barely had time to really post and tons of distractions. Haha))
✯✯✯Cage me, but you will never cage my songs.✯✯✯
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 12:15 am
ił'ѕ ѕo hāяď ło opєn υp
aηd ι'ď ďo ¤ āηyłhiηġ ¤ foя υѕ
♠ → → → i’m ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ ło łяυsł
D A N I E L He wasn't running late. If anything, he was likely going to be early than most of the customers that regularly flocked to The Haunted Music Box. Normally, Daniel didn't make a point of showing up at a certain hour or on a particular day, except when he was asked. Whether to watch a friend perform, play a little song himself or simply have a cup of tea, the collegiate blond knew only the simplistic nature of peaceful joy when he went to Christoph's notorious musical bar. Today, however, an overwhelming sense of anticipation clung to his every action and expression. Perhaps it was childish of him, but he couldn't help the excitement growing inside him. Despite all the teasing Liam had put him through and those two weeks of wondering, Daniel was happy knowing he would soon hear his friend [and band] playing once again. After all, it had been during one of that band's songs that Daniel had first noticed the dark-haired drummer. His normal solemnity... gone, replaced by only what a musician could understand.
A little smile slid across his face as he petaled his bike down the length of a city sidewalk. With a blue helmet on his head and a gray coat concealing his body from the oncoming chill of the evening, he was steadily heading towards the newly reopened Box. His thoughts alighted briefly on the curiosity held toward the recent refurbishing... what had Christoph worked on for the last dozen or so days? The man was proud of his bar like a father would be of a son. It was sure to be a wonderful surprise, whatever the bar's owner had come up with. Daniel's smile grew as he hopped off his bike for a moment, grasping the handlebars so that he could push the bicycle across a crosswalk.
The walk sign changed to the white "go" symbol after a moment or two. Hustling across, Daniel's shoes a top the asphalt and hurried up onto the next strip of cement walkway. Rolling the bicycle onto a level area, the petite blond steadied the wheeled contraption to mount it. He had only two or so blocks to go, but, as his foot pressed onto the closest pedal to carry his weight onto the seat, he paused. A second of stillness, and then his head of curling golden hair cocked to one side. A concentrated look came over him as he listened, bewilderment darkening his eyes. Confused, but familiar with the noise he was hearing, Daniel rocked back onto both feet, turning the bike in the opposite direction of the bar.
Wheeling down a block or so, he turned a corner and came across a, while not exactly strange, but interesting sight, nonetheless. Thin blond brows lifted into twin arcs as his eyes widened, rounded with immediate surprise. The twang of a guitar strummed softly over his senses, accompanied quietly by a low, melodic hum. Daniel carefully leaned his bike against the wall of the building to his right, trying his utmost to keep quiet. He didn't want to startle the absorbed guitarist, with hair so pale it appeared white in the approaching dusk. Hands fumbling before him, Daniel hesitated to come closer, but something about the stranger drew him in despite his nervousness. A few feet off from the bench the guitarist sat on, Daniel halted, clasping his hands together, a foot twisting into the ground below it. "...Um... Ah..." What exactly should he say, though? Sorry, don't mean to disturb you, but I couldn't help but notice you're playing a guitar. Duh. Faintly distressed, he swallowed, and instead found himself whispering, admiration poignant in his voice: "...you play wonderfully..."
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 4:40 pm
Christoph felt like he was going to go nuts. With nothing else to do, he walked back to the bar and leaned on it with a sigh. Sunlight slid slowly down the wall and across the floor as the sun sunk lower and lower into the sky.
Just as its middle passed the horizon, there was an audible click that echoed through the bar. The Haunted Music Box was open for business.
"Alright, everyone, you're on the clock! Stop messing around and look alive!" Christoph tone was genial, but its usual warmth was missing. He tossed his clean rag into the bin for used linens next to the kitchen door and ran his hand through his orange hair, making it stick up crazily in every direction. Patrons came trickling in, in pairs or alone, exclaiming over the decor or the band that was on stage. Some came to order drinks, which Christoph filled with his usual charm and wit. A low murmur crept through the bar as conversations picked up.
Then...
"I'll have my usual, please, Christoph dear."
The silky voice purred from the end of the bar next to the wall. Christoph froze, emotions suddenly set to whirling like a dervish, then said calmly, "Of course, Yuko-san. Just a moment, please." He studied his stock behind the bar, then pulled down a green bottle with a black label covered in white Japanese writing. With care, he poured the sake into a simple Bizen-shaped tokkuri, then picked out a matching choko. With a flourish, he placed the choko on the bar and poured out sake into it from the tokkuri.
Yuko picked up the choko and sipped at it, savoring the flavor. Christoph studied her, drinking in her presence like a thirsty man might do with water. Her beautiful long black hair was pinned up in a bun, except for two sections that hung down in front of her ears. Her skin was the same shade of pale ivory, providing a stark contrast to her hair and her outfit. She wore a black Victorian-style woman's riding habit, adorned with golden buttons on the sleeves and down her middle. A rusty goldenrod bow was tied around her neck, and a lacy collar peeked over the top of it. Next to her elbow on the bar rested a small top hat with a miniature replica Bird-of-Paradise nestled on the brim with its wings half-spread, looking ready to take off at any moment. Two white panels of cloth trimmed in the same ribbon that was tied around her neck hung from the back of the hat.
Eyes that matched the color of Christoph's own suddenly met his in a steady, piercing gaze, one that made him feel as if it stripped his soul bare.
"You only get the best for me, don't you? This is exquisite stuff."
"Why shouldn't I have the best for my benefactress? It's only thanks to you that I have the Haunted Music Box, after all." He bowed dramatically.
Yuko laughed, tracing the choko with a gloved finger.
"Well, don't neglect your other customers on my account, Christoph. I'll be fine with this and with the wonderful music I'm sure you'll have."
"Of course, Yuko-san. I think you'll like them. The Box definitely does. It keeps them coming back, anyways." He smiled, then moved to where Liam was standing and grabbed his elbow.
"That's Yuko Ichihara. She's the person who made me able to get to where I am today. Treat her well for me, ok?"
((If anyone groans reading this, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it! It was just too perfect, especially since Lacey came in. xd With this, I manage to explain how the Haunted Music Box came to be!))
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