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 Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 5:15 pm
Once again Ophelia was out in the park trying to make some quick cash.
Playing in the local park had become part of her daily routine, her fingers skillfully worked the strings of her violin, her mind drifting to whatever rift it occupied whilst she was playing. A small smile processed her lips and her body hung unstrung and loose in a way that was very uncommon of her. The melody enchanted her, it was truly the one and only time you would find her relaxed, especially since her corruption. Her life was filled with drama, senshi drama, civilian drama, home drama. All at once it had erupted and swallowed the shattered pieces that remained after her life fell about.
This was her escape, this was her way of coping with the stress of it all. Inbetween all of this she still needed to create a new identity for herself, start her new life as Ophelia. .
The brunette opened her honey coloured eyes, she had stayed out a little later than usual, the time just seemed to slip between her fingers today. The sun was going down and there were less and less people walking past her little patch by the lake. It would be dark soon and she did not want to be caught out after curfew. There were some stange folk around these parts, she should know.
She finally let the instrument drop from her chin, falling bask to rest against the thick trunk of the tree behind her. Her eyes than wandered over to her open violin case and the coins that pooled around its bottom. She had not made a fortune, but she had made something, and that was all that mattered. At least she would not be going back to Jett empty handed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 9:03 pm
“One more tune” came a soft voice, velvety in its pitch and pleasing to the ear.
“One more if you will, or a duet if you’ll have it.”
His clothing was strange, but not so much to you, you at least knew of the ‘war’ that echoed through the city streets while civilians turned a determined blind eye. He looked –almost- like he belonged at some SciFi convention, his long coat with curious cloud designs that curled up from the hem to the chains with keys, locks and crystals that hung heavy around his waist.
In his hands though, and he couldn’t have carried it around normally, was a violin case. He set it down carefully and pulled out a violin, stained a deep cobalt blue.
“One more song and I’ll give you what’s left in my pocket to add to your little collection there, what do you say?”
No need to say that he’d taken it from other people who now slumbered with slightly lightened wallets. He considered it a good enough cause so long as no one questioned the undertaking of it too hard. After all, sometimes you had to do things like this to make the world right.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 12:22 am
Ophelia stared over at the man in blue, an eyebrow raising at his attire, knowing straight away that this was not your normal encounter. Defiantly not a Knight, or a Senshi... which meant he was one of hers. A small part of her wished she was also powered up, she was a lot more confident as her Dark Mirror counterpart. The girl told herself to be brave - if that helped any was still to be seen. She was always telling herself to be brave these days.
"You are dressed very strangely..." She mumbled, in a voice that was rather matter of fact and drone like. "My guess is, your not a normal passer by." She added, closing her eyes, her face gave nothing away, it very rarely did. She did not know what he wanted, but his request seemed innocent enough. Still it was strange, there was no way he could know who she was... or did he?
Whoever he was and whatever his motive, she could not pass up a chance for some free cash, and the fact he also had an instrument made her curious. She let out a small humming noise, nodding her head as if to agree to his request. Once again she lifted her insistent to her chin and started to play.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 6:06 am
He was quick, slim fingers lifting his own violin to its place under his chin and the bow after it. His notes chasing after hers with an glint of amusement playing in his eyes. “Do you think I’m one of the city’s terrorists then?” He teased before chasing a quick string of notes They played well together at least, turning a handful of heads if not convincing just a few more people to turn out their pockets. He played as though he had done so for a long time.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 8:10 am
"Pfft." She scoffed, this was not really the time of the place to talk about such things, especially when every so often someone would walk past. Ophelia continued to play, she could see he had done so for a long time, but she had not expected anything less after his request. Her face kept the same look he had done all afternoon, totally indifferent.
Her honey eyes opened, scanning the area, and when she saw nobody was in ear's reach she decided to lean over slightly and whisper. "No, the only people who throw around the word terrorist do not know what's going on." She nodded, many would call her the same thing, perhaps more so since she was not one of those White Moon senshi, well not anymore.
The little doves wings had well and truly gone black. "But that topic is a bit deep, for such a lovely evening." She added.
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