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 Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 7:54 pm
Van shrugged, "Thats cool. Fifty bucks in my pocket." He put the guns in his pocket and held out the shades. They were Romani and not really his style, "and another twenty."
Van understood how she felt about her guns cause Van was the same way about his guitar. "I'm the same way about my fender." He indicated the hard shell guitar case next to him.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 7:59 pm
"You won't play another guitar?" Ciara asked, the thought of that silly. She didn't know much about instruments herself, the most she could do was sing. Also, as a child she had been taught to play the piano, but she had forgotten how to do that.
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Jessie my love Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:04 pm
"Its weird I know, but its like a child to me." Van flicked the clasp open on the case and gently pulled out the instrument. "Every instrument is different and I basically rebuilt this one from scratch. Its almost perfect. To me anyway." He started to strum something random not even paying attention to what he was doing.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:08 pm
Ciara didn't reply at first, but instead just sat down on the bench also. Standing in heels got painful after awhile, so she might as well sit since there was place too. "I never really learned how to play an instrument." Ciara muttered, glancing over at him, watching his hands strum the strings. Music was beautiful, and she was fully aware of that fact. That may have been part of the reason she tended to separate music from herself. Music was beautiful so therefore she didn't deserve such things, she was just 'trash'. "I never had the time."
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Jessie my love Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:11 pm
Van's hand stopped on the strings letting the lat notes resonating. He had been wondering how long it would be till she sat down. "Why?" Van paused for a second. "Why did you not have any time?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:14 pm
"When I was younger I could've made the time I guess." Younger. She was saying that as if she was about to die. Life had passed by her so quickly, she felt as if she had already lived a full life. A full lonely life that is. "I just never thought I would be able to."
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Jessie my love Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:20 pm
"Anyone with emotion can play." Van lifted the guitar from his lap. "Good or evil, right or wrong the music always loves you." He placed it in her lap and moved her hands to the neck and bridge. "Here. Just listen to your soul and the music will follow, trust me." He didn't know what he was doing it was almost as if some greater power was forcing his hands to move.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:24 pm
"How am I supposed to play if I don't know any damn cords?!" Ciara snapped at her in confusion. However, her tone wasn't cold or bitter, it just had that why-are-you-doing this type of attitude etched into it.
What is he thinking...? She then asked herself as she held the guitar. She would never let someone take her gun, and yet he was letting her actually hold something that he said was that precious to him. Why was he so trusting? No one ever trusted her. What made him special?
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Jessie my love Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:30 pm
Van understood that he must sound crazy. He looked in the eye with confidence in what he was saying to her, "Just listen to or soul and let your fingers follow." Corny? Yes. True? Sadly yes. At least it had been for Van for so many years.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:34 pm
"I can't do that." Ciara said firmly, looking away from him and down at the guitar. Getting in touch with her 'soul' or 'emotions' always ended in turmoil for her. Whenever she tried to get in touch with herself the only thing she could think about was the memory of her mother, murdered to the death. Then she could picture her fathers expression as he would repeatedly beat and rape her. Not only that, the note he left her was burned into her memory. There was no escape, and trying to listen to her soul only made things worse.
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Jessie my love Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:41 pm
"Fine we'll do this the hard way then." He pulled the pick from off of his necklace. "It'll be easier with this." He handed her the pick and positioned her fingers on it the right way then stood up and moved to her other hand putting the fingers on the neck the right way. "Now think of a tune, hit the strings with the pick, and see what happens." The pick had been enchanted when he was young in order for him to be able to play perfectly until he actually learned to play. It transfered the thought of what the person wanted the music to sound like and made it come out that way.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:50 pm
A tune? Ciara thought to herself confused. Ah, it's echanted. She then concluded once she was able to sense the light trace of magic coming from the small pick. She was purposly trying to avert her thoughts from a tune, if she thought of a tune she knew what it would be, and she didn't want that to happen. Of course, merely thinking about not wanting to think about the tune brought the one song to hated the most to her mind.
It wasn't that it was a creepy song. In fact it was rather beautiful. The song had been played from her by the boy who was supposed to one day be her husband, the boy who was the prince of england. She could remember exactly the events of that day, and that song turned out to be the soundtrack of the horrid events in her mind. For right when the song was done she had gotten up and retreated to her room upstairs, hearing the boy playing the song again as she did so. It was then that she had discovered the horror of her mothers dead body, and the note that would scar her for the rest of her life.
The tune then started to play on the guitar as her thoughts began to drift. Though suddenly, upon hearing the real tune being played she dropped the guitar in horror, images flashing through her mind.
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Jessie my love Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:59 pm
Van moved almost like lightning to catch the guitar just before it hit the floor. Normally it would not have mattered but this one was fairly old. "Close one." He chuckled light heartedly.
Van turned and saw her face. Something was wrong immensely. was it something he had done or said. He couldn't think of anything. "Are you okay, babe?" He put the guitar in the case and sat beside her.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 9:04 pm
"I'm fine." That was lie. What was it with her and lying? Telling people the truth about herself was too hard of a thing to do though. She didn't think people could handle the truth. She was searching for 'love' and who would want to be around someone with so many problems. Lies were perfect. They didn't make it so she had to be vunerable.
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Jessie my love Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 9:09 pm
What did she think he was? Stupid? It was all over her face that something was wrong. "Your lying. You don't have to do that." She was hiding so much from him and it was obvious. He didn't even know her real name and even worse was that he was starting to regret all of the insults he had thrown at her earlier.
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