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 Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:21 pm
[// -Grinning full blown, Cheshire cat like.-
Yuuuuuko-sannnn. <333
I love her. Hehehe.
I'm thinking, then, that you read the series she's from? o:
I'll be posting later tonight. ^^ ]]
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:41 pm
 Lucian KlimentLucian's hand that once held his pick was forced to a stop, the last string he had hit vibrated , Lucian placed his right palm, the sickly white flesh caressing over the string only to press down gently to cease the vibrations. Lifting his head to where his sangria colored optics came into the view of the one attempting to speak with him.
The plush fur like collar of his jacket brushed over the flushed flesh of his cheeks. The hand that held his pick lifted, his three free fingers combed through the few strands of his hair that had yet again shifted from their position. His hair had been styled in a unique way, strands of his bleach blonde hair spiked up, while strands of his bangs swiped over his left eye another parting to where the leftover strands of bangs caressed down his right cheek to the length of where the tip met with his chin.
It was obvious Lucian was unique and had an interesting choice of style. From the pair of solid black jeans that were tightened but not enough to be classified as "skinny jeans". Three leather studded belts circled around his waist through the hoops of his pants. Many chains and pieces of jewelry were included in his attire. Underneath the white fur like jacket he wore, a simple solid black button down shirt concealed his torso, the top three buttons being undone revealed some of the bare flesh of his chest.
A chain that lead from the leather collar shown around his neck had been studded with metal points and made a sympathy of rattles from his movement. Lucian finally parted his lips, exhaling a cold breath that followed with words "Spaceebo." Lucian lowered his head, his lifted right hand had already curled into a fist as he placed it against his head, tapping it lightly as if to gesture his irritation towards his own forgetfulness.
Trying to speak yet again he inhaled a single sharp breath, finally releasing yet another attempt. His accent was thick, but his words were understandable.
"Forgive me, I'm still not used to using English."
Lucian had since then released a staggered sigh, his eyes had shifted their gaze to come into contact with the one who had approached him. "Thank you for kind words."
Lucian shifted his position, his movement had caused his leather case to open so that he may simply place his guitar in the containment yet again. His guitar layed gently in the lush fabric that insalated the case. Lucian had placed his guitar pick between the two thickest strings of the guitar. Lucian put a flat palm of the opened top of the case as he pushed his arm forward the casing closed, the lock snapping into place leaving his guitar completely secured.
Lucian kept his seat, leaning the case into his side. "It'd be only polite to give name, mine is Lucian, Lucian Kliment." Lucian had arched his right eyebrow in a curious manner. "What of you comrade?" Though Russians didn't really use "Comrade" Lucian did this as a inside stereotype joke to himself. Lucian tucked his left arm around his case, tugging it securely into his waist.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:29 pm
((Heck yes! My sister collects XXXHolic and I collect Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles. Then we take turns reading them. whee
*breaths sigh of relief* Whew, thank goodness you recognize her, Bonesy! That makes me feel like less of a nerd.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:32 pm
¤ ---With dreams of a distant l o v e--- ¤
| -I'm a W A N D E R I N G {satellite} | Dusk swept across the world in a blinding instant of fire and shadow, winding around each other like raging giants. Phoenix and raven, their claws and beaks tearing into the other until each finally perish under a greater force's might. Luna. She rose into the sky and turned a steady, sobering gaze upon the qualms of light and dark, soothing them like an otherworldly balm. Liam peered out into the darkness, staring at the receding haze of orange slipping beyond the horizon. Nighttime was his favorite time of day, but a heaviness weighed upon his soul today.
His boss had a guest on her way, this evening, a mysterious female visitor he knew nothing of except for her status as proprietress. He couldn't say the exact source of his resentment toward this yet-to-be-named mistress of Christoph's world, but it seethed inside him nonetheless. Boiling in his blood and contributing to his sour mood. Outwardly, the blight upon his soul seemed to not exist, as his face was a placid mien; albeit somewhat faraway with his gaze so intent upon the distant sky. Voices murmured at his back and echoed through the newly redesigned Box. He had already admitted his appreciation for the new look, but he felt strangely proud to hear his prior thoughts being voiced by returning customers.
The clinks and chimes of glasses drew him from his statuesque pose. His body reclining in a supple curve against the wall beside a row of low, round tables, Liam sought out his boss. Thus, in doing so, his fervid amber eyes found an elaborately clothed figure seated at the new bar's end. At first, he stared in open speculation until, with the dawning of realization, narrowed suspiciously. Christoph was attending to her, elegant of form and style, and she in turn was smiling knowingly at his boss as he worked. Her. It had to be. His breath stilled in his chest and gripped tight, strangling in his throat. This was his boss's... queen.
It was only a minute or so later that Christoph himself approached Liam, face now mildly restrained from the discontent plaguing him. His elbow was taken and ruby-like eyes insisted upon meeting his own, which flicked away after a fleeting second. "Yuko Ichihara. She looks like an actress." He muttered, gaze sweeping over her creative ensemble. Despite his misgivings, he recalled his promise and slowly nodded. "Alright. For you, boss. Go make people happy... I'll keep Mistress Witch entertained as best I know how..." Liam murmured, pulling his elbow away. His hand lifted, rested momentarily on Christoph's shoulder and then he walked away, cutting a charming figure in black and white.
Approaching the bar's end, Liam halted before the sake-drinking, Victorian-regal, Japanese woman. His amber eyes polite, he waited until her attention found him and bowed deftly from the waist. Straightening, his hair swaying over his shoulders, he spoke, tone eloquent and calm. "I understand you've traveled far to visit my employer, Ichihara Yuko-san. Welcome. I hope tonight brings you many pleasures."
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As the silence ensued once he'd been noticed, Daniel's gaze roved briefly over the pale stranger's form. So entranced of the light strumming of guitar strings and soft hum of understated song, he had failed to notice most of the boy's appearance. The milky blond hair was hard to miss, but the extremity of white against black was what carried his attention strongest. Decorations of chain and leather and bright polished bits of metal garnished the young man's clothes, belts and gloves and fur alike. It was all so dramatic that Daniel was momentarily taken aback, stolen of words and motion until his brain managed to absorb all that it saw.
One spoken phrase brought a puzzled knit to his delicate golden brow. Realizing that it was another language entirely that had been directed to him, Daniel's lips parted in a quiet 'oh' of wonder. A foreigner, then. The accent was strange, but not entirely unfamiliar: at the college he attended, Daniel had met a plethora of individuals from different nationality and culture. This one sounded... Slavic? No. Czech? Nay, that wasn't it. Russian... As Daniel came to this conclusion, the yet to be named man spoke again, this time in English, although strongly accented once again. Startled, his hands quickly swayed in the air before him, back and forth-like. "No, it's fine. I understand; I have friends whose first language is not English as well."
Their gazes met and Daniel smiled shyly: "You're welcome. Truly, it was a lovely piece. Ah..." His voice trailed as he watched the male put away his guitar, oddly marked with a white "X". A thought crossed his mind, but he remained silent until he was given a curious look. Lucian Kliment. "Oh, I'm sorry... I'm Daniel. Daniel Torrance - I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Kliment. Are you visiting? You see, I'm on my way to a bar which, I guess, is home to most musicians around here. I, uh, thought someone like you might enjoy seeing it." Daniel managed to offer, his stutters and pauses minimal for once. His boyish face brightened when he mentioned the bar, fondness for the establishment obvious in his coy aquatic-colored eyes.
{{ Yay! <333 They are two of my favorite series, so I'm excited to see her included in the plot here. ;33 }}  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: Mon Sep 27, 2010 6:38 am
 ♥ ♠ Call me Byron, that's all ♦ ♣
The wait was finally over, the haunted music box is open to business, it was a nice thing that one could come back to a place he found familiar.
In the last two weeks, Byron has encountered a bunch of inexplicable events as he discovered the new town, from a bar that was alive to the changes he went through to the weird relationship between everyone that went to the bar, something in this place was challenging all his beliefs. "I think Christoph could help, he's an expert in the matters of weird." he thought as he got ready to go out, he was feeling special today, just as if he was going on a date, something about the "Music Box" drew him to it.
He walked steadily through the streets in the moonlight, light wind caressing his raven silky locks, his blue grey eyes gazing into the shining stars, that he almost hit one of the light posts on the sidewalk. Although he was cold and careless in nature, he was eager to see the redecoration, which he found rather inconsistent with his normal self.
He finally arrived at the place, pushed the door and walked in. The new style really amazed him, he had a strong liking for Asian themed things, the whole new atmosphere was enchanting, complete with the scents and lights. On the stage he could see the band that played for the night, he could easily recognize the redhead leader and the black haired stoic guitarist that he had seen earlier, he didn't expect them to be that good, but they were. This time he didn't head directly to the bar, he took his time to look at the bar, the audience and everything around him, let himself get carried away by the scents, lights and sounds, all seemed different somehow. He finally walked to the bar and took a place. There in the end of the bar was a very distinct looking Japanese lady which really intrigued him with her elegance and her strong presence, was it the woman Christoph was talking about to his bartender earlier in the park? It probably was her, seeing how Christoph looked somewhat different, the violet haired bartender with the angelic face was keeping her company at the time.
Speaking of which, where was the blond guy he was talking to? He didn't seem to be around although his interest was playing that night, maybe he's jut not here yet. All the thoughts were rushing in his mind when he suddenly remembered he hadn't ordered anything, but he wasn't really here for the drinks, although he found it hard to believe he was here for the music, it had a certain effect on him that he couldn't explain. He picked up his credit card just like last time, but this time he just ordered a cocktail "Hey there, May I have a screwdriver please?" He asked and then shifted his attention to the stage as he waited for his drink.((Just a curious question, does Daniel's name have anything to do with "the Shining"?))
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 7:17 am
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♫ Lacey & Melanie ♫
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"It's too early," Lacey responded as they walked down the street. She was wearing a cute little outfit that was a lot like the one she wore the first night that she found the Haunted Music Box. The dress was dark red and her heels had a deep violet color to them. Her fingernails were painted in the same color as the shoes that adorned her feet. Simple gold earrings decorated her pale ears, while a ribbon, of the same color, partially pulled back her dark tresses. The ribbon wasn't tied into a bow; but an elegant simple design that let the silk strands become part of her hair. When looking at her from the back, the small golden ribbons seemed look more like strands of hair that shined in the light.
"Why not?" Melanie asked as she walked backwards while facing her friend. She wore an outfit similar to the one she wore the other night. The only real difference was the fact that he t-shirt was blue and had the graphic print going up the side instead of planted in the middle of her chest. She also wore fitted black jeans this time. "It'll be fun!" She exclaimed with a big smile on her face.
Lacey sighed softly, oblivious to the fact that they were actually walking toward the place that the two were talking about. One of the main reasons that she didn't want to go this early was because she didn't want to just sit and idly drink the whole time. Who knows what events might happen in that place, but if she was left alone she might go off in lala land and suck down drinks faster than normal. The less time she had to do that: the better.
Before she had the chance to really respond; her friend shouted something out and ran off. Lacey came to a stop and watched her friend run up to Daniel and some guy she never saw before. The guy had an interesting look to him: spiky white hair, the elaborate outfit. "He almost looks like..." she whispered to herself without realizing it. A smile replaced the words that should have come out of her mouth next.
Melanie came to a sudden stop when she saw Daniel. "Hey! Daniel!" She called out right before she hurried over to the blond that was talking with another guy. "What, are you bored with the other one already?" She let out a short laugh after she asked the question. Of course she was referring to the drummer that the blond was talking to the last time she saw them both. She gave him a smile before turning to the other guy. "So whose your new friend?" She asked the two questions almost right after each other so the blond wouldn't attempt to answer the first one. ((Oh my gosh! I love Tsubasa Chronicles...I need to read what I haven't yet. I know there is some cool things that happen later. Haha I need to finish the other one as well. I always feel behind with certain things. ^_^))
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 8:43 am
The band started playing as people began to trickle in. They didn't actually have a designated name, but when people started asking; they just made up one really quick. Now everyone that hears them knows them as 'The Nameless'. It is probably a silly name but it fits them. After all, they don't have a particular style or genre.
They play all kinds of music: hard, soft, instrumental, etc. Of course they don't just jump from a relaxing melody to hardcore rock. The songs are planned out in a way that makes it flow together. Some people didn't like them because they seemed thrown together in a heap of confusion. Those types of people seemed to think that the band doesn't have any direction and are just there. At the same time, their fans love how they don't conform to a particular type of music or style. It made them unique and exciting.
Unfortunately, they stick to playing songs from other bands. Some might be well known and others aren't. The three of them would love to play their own, but none of them are songwriters; although Wells does have a tendency to compose songs on his guitar. He doesn't normally play them on stage because he never got around to adding the other parts; thus, he would have to play alone. He was the type of person that wanted to have the whole band included. Plus, those songs were unfinished. He always debated about it every time the band had a gig.
They wear whatever they want as individuals, but still happen to match somehow. Ian, the bassist, has a similar style as Gavin: the classic graphic tee with jeans combo. Usually accompanied with a hooded sweat jacket. It was kind of ironic since the two don't seem to get along. With that said, Ian's outfit always seems to be lighter in color.
When the band plays, Ian wears a completely different outfit. He had on dark blue jeans with a simple white dress shirt that was partially unbuttoned at the top. It was enough to show a bit of the wife beater underneath. He also had on a plain black vest that wasn't buttoned together at all.
Tonight, Gavin was wearing blue jeans two shades lighter than the bassists. He never wears a sweat jacket when playing, but he was wearing a black tee with a graphic design. It was white in color and probably looked like a random pattern that looked cool. In reality, it had a secret meaning behind it: a musical influence.
Wells was wearing blue jeans that were one shade lighter than the bassists. He also had a plain dark green shirt under his opened black jacket. The jacket was kind of similar to the one he normally wears, but it was a bit nicer. Granted, it wasn't a real dressy one; but it was not as casual as his normal jacket. The necklace with the yellow stone still hung around his neck.
At the moment, they were playing a song that fit in the middle of the spectrum. It had a nice relaxing sound to it with a lively beat to spice things up a bit.
((Yea so I decided to post all boring for the posts that seemed to deal more with the band than a particular character. Deal with it! Haha))
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 10:19 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♬ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
"Why, thank you, young man. I expect this night will be a night to remember." Yuko swept her gaze over the elegant waiter. She could see immediately that Christoph had assigned him to her.
"What is your name?" She leaned her chin in her left hand while the right swirled the sake-filled choko lazily. Her eyes locked with the waiter's amber ones, commanding an answer.
Christoph turned to Byron, saying "One Screwdriver, coming right up!" He pulled down a highball glass from the top of a small pyramid of similar glass and filled it with ice. A splash of Smirnoff No. 21 Vodka went in, followed by a generous helping of the Haunted Music Box's special recipe orange juice. He slid the glass to Byron.
"Hope you didn't miss us too much. What do you think of the place now? Nice, isn't it?" He was trying to distract himself from Yuko's presence with small talk and customers. It was hard though. When you've fallen in love with an immortal time-space witch, it's hard to distract yourself simply by talking to someone else. Yuko had the ability to draw the focus of everyone's attentions to her, if she so chose. She bewitched with a glance, or a word from those thin, graceful lips.
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎♬What is Music?
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: Mon Sep 27, 2010 4:35 pm
Lucian KlimentLucian let his head tilt in a curious manner, his eyes giving a calm yet entrancing gaze. Caught off guard by the sudden approach of the female. Lucian finally gathered his thoughts, forcing a cough to clear his throat. In his thick obvious Russian accent he spoke up.
“Privyet, my name is Lucian, Zdravstvujte”
His gaze taken off Daniel to gather the appearance of the female that now stood before him.
The sunlight had caught his eyes, causing him to make a sound of discomfort. “Gah!” As a child Lucian usually was found inside, which might also explain his undead like complexion and how in his current age is slightly sensitive to the rays. Lucian was more fond of the cold then the sun, the only times he was found outside were when the snow blanketed the ground and snow flakes danced in the dull gray sky. With the thought of the pure white snow in his mind he had subconsciously spoke aloud,
“Rasiya zamichatel naya strana..”
Lucian had started shaking his head to pull back into reality, inhaling a deep breath causing his chest to pull inwards then out as he exhaled. His breath smelled strangely of honey suckles.
“Daniel was going to show bar to me ms .. ms .."
Lucian them remembered he had yet to receive her name. "I didn't get name?”
Lucian had brought his attention off Daniel for a brief moment, feeling rude if he was not to face the female for her answer regarding her name.
Trying to focus but the offer of being shown the bar still danced through his head. Though hesitant, he wanted to say “yes”. But before answering he had to wait for the female’s name. It would only be polite rather then ignoring.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 4:56 pm
¤ ---With dreams of a distant l o v e--- ¤
| -I'm a W A N D E R I N G {satellite} | She had a powerful voice: it wasn't booming or harsh, but it was captivating just the same. Liam wasn't particularly overwhelmed by this surprise, but he was taken aback nonetheless. For such a fragile, swanlike creature, this Yuko Ichihara was dynamic as diamond, fierce and inner lit. "Indeed..." He muttered, eying the stage as the band for the night began to play.
His gaze shot to Yuko's, narrowing as he forced back another wave of resentment. Pushy women weren't his type. Hell, people assumed he didn't have a type, he was so picky. Men, women, it didn't matter - it was all about whether he could stand them for longer than five seconds. Clearing his throat gently, Liam smiled faintly, "Forgive me, my name is Liam Roman Westlye. Just Liam is fine. As you've likely noticed, I work for Christoph." He replied, slipping onto the stool besides hers. His left arm rested on the lower counter and his chin lifted into a slight angle. What was it, he wondered, that had brought this exotic female to Christoph's place?
"Will you be visiting long?"
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"Ehh?!" Daniel exclaimed, whirling where he stood in a flash of gray wool and blue plastic. His helmet still on his head, his bright emerald-blue eyes stared as a blond female rapidly approached. Of course, he recognized that smile and those gleaming eyes in a heartbeat, but he was still surprised to see her. Across the street, he glanced an equally familiar blackette, gazing at them from afar. "Ah... Hi, Melanie..." He murmured, blinking. His cheeks, despite the chill, flushed deeply red when the girl sent a teasing statement his way.
Stammering, Daniel's hands covered his face for a moment, hiding the embarrassment he was sure showed plainly upon it. "I-I-... No! I mean, it's not like that, uh..." His lips pinched together as he lowered his arms, stuffing them uncertainly into his coat pockets. He didn't know how to respond to an obvious tease like that, so he left it alone, eyes flickering from Melanie to Lucian.
"Oh, we just met... He was playing earlier and I stopped to listen..." His voice trailed off, intrigued by the play of Russian words falling from Lucian's lips. He didn't speak any Russian, but it was fascinating to hear another language, like exotic poetry. Shuffling his feet, he moved away to collect his bicycle from where he'd left it leaning against a building's outer wall. Rolling it to where the two stood, he nodded when Lucian mentioned the bar. "I was on my way to The Haunted Music Box and I thought it'd be nice to bring him. He's a guitarist..."
{{ His name? No, I've never seen The Shining. ^^ }} 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: Mon Sep 27, 2010 5:13 pm
 -♦◊♦◊ DJ Mel ◊♦◊♦-
One hand rested on her hip as she stood there. Daniel's reaction was priceless. A soft giggle escaped her lips. He was so cute. Not that she had a crush on him or anything. It was just something she noticed.
"Hmm..." Melanie thought when the snowy white guy told her his name. He had a strong accent, but she was never good at figuring out such things. It wasn't until he said something at random in the language that she had an idea what it was. "Is that...Russian?" The only reason she might have known what it was; was because a certain friend liked to tease her in Russian. One hand rested on her hip as she stood there.
"Just call me Mel," she replied with a smile. "Oh we are heading to the Box as well," she said while motioning over to Lacey; who was fidgeting nearby while waiting. The dark haired girl was just far enough not to be able to hear anything and was focusing her attention on something else. "Let's all go together!" Melanie suggested cheerfully as she started to backpedal toward Lacey.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 8:46 pm
Peeta had found herself a lovely secret spot to practice her violin while Lithium pranced around in the iron wrought fence surrounded garden, it was pretty old and stood across from the pub it used to be for a small horticulture side class but the budgeting was cut and the garden fell into disrepair but lately Peeta had been working on bringing it back slowly plot by plot. So far she's got some roses and a small food garden with onions, potatoes and the first few trickling vines of a blackberry bush. (How do I get the pic on the left and the words on the right? The alignment thing doesn't help.)
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 9:07 pm
Lucian KlimentLucian gestured his left arm outwards, his palm flattened using this movement to gesture the others to lead the way. “Da, lead the way.” His left arm lifted, as he positioned the black nylon strap attached to the leather casing on his shoulder. Making it easier to maneuver as well as keep his precious instrument secure.
Lucian positioned to where his coat pulled forward some against his torso. The fur collar of his coat caressed over the flesh of his cheeks, his sangria colored optics peeking over the pure white fur. Letting the sleeves caress and cover over his hand as he let his right arm drop, his fingers slipping into the containment of his right pocket. His left arm had curled upwards toward the strap hung over his shoulder that secured his case, his fingers tucked around the bit of nylon against his shoulder.
Lucian let his gaze once more take over to Daniel the first to have approached him. Lucian couldn’t help but think how adorable this male acted and spoke. Though of course he kept these thoughts to himself. Lucian laughed silently to himself with the other thought of how social and energetic Mel seemed.
Behind the fur of his collar he kept his gaze hidden as it had managed to shift towards the other that seemed distant or quiet. Lucian had no problem with this of course; he was the same at times so it was rather understandable. He wouldn’t approach her; he decided to wait when she decided to introduce herself instead.
The sun attempted to blind Lucian yet again, lowering his head to let his strands of hair from his bangs cover over his eyes. Using this as a shielding for his eyes. Lucian kept this phrase hidden his breath. “Chyort voz'mi..” He was however slowly getting used to the annoying rays of the sun. The glow of the dimming light the sun gave off caused the illusion of Lucian’s skin to illuminate a pale glow.
“Prostite menya .. shall we?”
Speaking up once more Lucian seemed to be eager somewhat to go to this “bar” Daniel and Mel had spoke of. His cold lips had perked into gentle smile. He awaits the others to lead the way.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 10:01 pm
 After some time practicing and clipping the blackberry bush back a bit. She packed her violin and crossed the street with Lithium, it was the first time she went to that pub since she rarely drank. Standing by the doorway she turned to Lithium. "Lithia stay." She commanded and held out a palm in front of the white fox's face before going inside and walking over to the bartender. "Am I allowed to bring my fox inside? That's her sitting patiently outside." Peeta asked politely and waved her hand in Lithium's direction, before noticing a cute looking white haired boy he looked around.. 16? Maybe 17 years old. She made a mental note to go and talk to him later.
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