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Post by Zacharias Grimm on Nov 29, 2012 5:06:31 GMT 1
Zacharias was down in the outskirts of Freemont at night, away from most of the popular bands and show girls. He was cautious to not catch too much attention. He stood at a corner where there was a small little bakery very dainty. It had a small window and a large door was what composed of its exterior, the poor shop did not have many customers. It was not very stylish. His face was partly dirty. His right cheek had some dirt on it from when he fell in the underground. Zack was wearing his usual black long sleeve and black pants, it was almost covered in dirt. 2 feet from him was a wooden violin case open for people to drop their cash in, so far there was only 5 credits total. Zack was not really flashy with his playing unless he is alone with someone or on an actual stage, it is easier to put passion into music when you are playing it for a specific person. Resting under his chin and above his shoulder was a large violin it was obviously old from the splinters and chipped neck. He could not see much anymore, the crescent moon was his light along with that of the city. The blonde egoist stood looking up high at the crescent moon. It reflected in his eyes. There was a slight draft but only slight, it was most cold which was natural for desert weather. he started to close his eyes taking a deep breathe got back into playing position.
The strings began to echo down throughout his area his heart and pulse began to speed up as his stomach ached. There was no one near him the bakery had already closed.
Oh how the devils trill ached. The boy’s irises had turned red as he began to play the violin, his eyes half closed. As the song continued his breaths became deeper he was increasing in tempo over against the rule of the original song. His finger began to glide against the string till at one point his index finger started to bleed. He slowed down to the original tempo and when the song finally ended he began to play it again as if he was in a hypnotized state his stare into the moon was as if it captured his soul.
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Post by lilith on Dec 1, 2012 23:22:44 GMT 1
Lilith had been out and about looking for the next jewelry that would entice her. Belphegor and Leviathan always gave her pretty sparklies and she was looking for her newest item. If it was on someone she would just entice them back to play her games until they were dead and she got what she wanted. She was walking past a dirty young man when she heard locks being unlocked and the slide of an instrument being taken out. She kept walking that is until she heard the music. Her high heels stopped there clicking and she spun. The leather black skirt barely moving but then her breasts bounced in the red tanktop with her movements.
She began walking back to the sound of the beautiful melody sliding from the violin. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she listened. Her hips moving to the beat as she closed her eyes. She slid her hands through her hair as if she were on a stage and he was playing right along side of her. As the tempo picked up she opened her eyes and watched him. "Bravo!" She clapped delightedly as the music ended but then he picked it all up once more. "I adore the Vanessa Mae version." She purred softly and stepped closer. "You must teach me." She knelt down close to him being careful not to touch the instrument.
"Or better you must play for me more." She licked along her bottom lip. If Leviathan and Belphegor could play then she would be paying up prices to get them to play for her. She dug in her purse. "I have a bauble that I can pay with." She was annoyed with Belphegor and Leviathan so she'd give this one something worth quite a bit and tell them she had given it away to hear more of what the man played for her. "May I try? Perhaps you can show me how it is done, yes?"
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Post by Zacharias Grimm on Dec 2, 2012 1:17:29 GMT 1
The blonde haired boys irises turned a green color as he heard the demon speak he had a smile on his face as if he had a plan for something. He first made a bow to the demon. If Zack knew anything it would be how to entertain or run his eyes were perfectly calm, he was obviously happy to see the demon, if he had to like a species the most It would be either the werewolves or demons, most of the time they knew exactly what they wanted and he didn’t usually see vampires around them so he could keep his eyes open for almost as long as he wanted no need to hide the changing colors.
Zack observing her features understanding she was pretty one to play for. Remembering her favorites was Venessa Mae ‘s version of The Devil’s Trill he lifted up his violin. Most people did not know what the Devil’s Trill was seeing as most of it sheet music was lost and the violinist was lucky enough to find it in his ancestor’s biography. The dirt worth boy saw himself as lucky to have his presence be acknowledged by such a beautiful demon. In the under city he would just have been called a street rat and the werewolves would have chased him down to silence him. Eyeing the bracelet, a lapis lazuli its red jewels shined in the crescent moon. Zacharias never really cared such things unless it was someone special and really he had no one of that caliber so it was easy to say that it be worth something at the bargaining market. What does a boy with nowhere to go do when he finds such a token, use it for food, for home, for a new violin?
Raising his index finger of his violin hand and licking the blood off his hand he then placed it back into position. ” a woman of your aura and elegance should have servants playing for her constantly and a lost note should be punishable, how about you give me such a beautiful trinket after I produce a tone that shakes the cage around your core ” he said with delight and class in his tone. One other thing the boy loved to do was flatter others it was not really for any ulterior motive it was just entertaining to him. His iris’s now turning a golden color. He was rather happy finally having an audience. He obviously wanted to shake the heart the woman did not have with his music. He started to play the Venessa version on his violin. He began to move his hand quickly to catch every beat, the pain in his fingers just adding to his wish for it to be perfect. His eyes were closed as if they were asleep placing all his effort into the strings as they rang quickly to the beat his bow movements almost swaying him to dance, if there was a fire he would be dancing around it. When he eventually got done with song he then breathed not noticing that he literally lost most of his breath during the song and was not willing to breathe. When he opened his eyes he looked to the demon “would you like a lesson?” he asked. The violinist severely wished to be on a stage, to bad it could attract too much unwanted attention
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