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Post by Tristan Emilian on Oct 6, 2011 16:22:17 GMT -5
It was an absolutely beautiful day in Phoenix Grove. While the cooling weather had been making some of the color disappear, in terms of the green grass everywhere, it had also caused an explosion of color through the changing leaves. A soft breeze made the colorful leaves throughout the park jump and dance in the warm sun. Children could be heard laughing, dogs playfully barking, and friends getting together for the weekend. It truly was a perfect day.
There were many fountains throughout the park, all beautifully designed from white marble and the sound of water trickling filled the air around each of them. At one particular fountain though, music seemed to drown out the sound of the water. A song could be heard, being played on an acoustic guitar, seeming to echo over most of the park. At the fountain a small crowd was gathered around, listening to the musician play.
The crowd clapped as the musician apparently finished his song, the guitar player taking a slight bow. The man was dressed in ragged, dark, blue jeans with a white undershirt covered by a black leather jacket. Rings covered almost every finger on his hand. The man's hair was very dark, and while not long, did cover his ears a little. All in all, he didn't look like anyone anybody would want to mess with; which seemed contradictory to the sweet music he had been playing up until now.
"Thank you all very much, for my next song, I vant you all to pay very close attention. It's something special I have for you." The man's accent had a slight Romanian tinge to it as he sat down at the edge of the fountain and rested the guitar on his lap. Picking a few notes out, almost immediately the music had a very distinct, and very hypnotic, tone to it.
Slowly, the handsome Romanian began to sing in a smooth voice, "Sweet dreams are made of these/
And who am I to disagree?
I've traveled the world and the seven seas/
Everybody's looking for something."
As the Romanian sang, something strange began to happen. After barely saying the first couple lines the crowd suddenly grew deathly quiet and seemed to hang off of every word that he said. Anyone the walked by that heard him would also suddenly stop, and turn to face him. To everyone out of earshot, it simply looked like a crowd was listening very intently to the song. However, if you were to look close at their faces their eyes seemed glossed over as if they were in some sort of trance.
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Post by amber on Oct 10, 2011 21:42:29 GMT -5
There were many things in life that Amber hated. Thankfully, Music and musicians were not one of them. She was a musician herself, as was her brother and parents. Music was in her blood. Maybe not classical, like their parents. Proof of that? She was listening to her ipod right now, and it sounded like heavy rock…. From twenty feet away. You’d think the girl would worry about her poor ears at least a little.
Amazingly though, even through the ridiculously loud music, she heard something else. A song she recognized. Coming to a stop, she pulled her ipod out of her pocket to pause it, pulling both ear buds out to listen. Yup. She recognized that song. Sweet Dreams. It was a very well known song, and there were several different version, like most people though Eurythmics was her favorite. This singer… It was a guy. And he had an almost enchanting voice… Actually, scratch the almost. It was enchanting. The longer she listened, the more compelled she became to find the source. Finally, the urge won, the girl stuffing her ipod and earbuds into her pocket to follow the sound.
The song was almost over when she finally found the source, a rather attractive young man who was probably a good few years old…. Which didn’t stop her slight ogling. Yup. Seriously good looking. All he needed now was a Harley to finish his total badass look. It was then that the hypnotic sounds finally seemed to ensnare her, the look vanishing…
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Oct 10, 2011 22:09:14 GMT -5
By the time Tristan was halfway through his song, a small crowd had gathered and seemed to form a wall around him. Every single one of them had a blank, hypnotized, look on their faces as if Tristan was the most amazing thing they had ever heard. Well, right now, he was the only thing that they seemed to hear and with a good reason behind it all. What none of them seemed to notice, oddly enough, was that the longer Tristan sang, the darker his eyes got. By the middle of the third verse his eyes were solid black, with black circles around the sockets, giving him the appearance of several bruised eyes. In a sense, it almost looked demonic.
Still, not a single soul cared what he looked like, they all seemed far too wrapped up int he lyrics and the song. What they didn't know was that while Tristan was singing, he was forcing them to listen to his every word, and all the while planting thoughts in their heads that weren't their own. The music is exquisite. One of the best players I've heard. I should pay him money for his excellent performance. These thoughts cycled through their minds over and over like a broken record. You see, Tristan had great power, but didn't exactly have great responsibility in using it.
Suddenly, a new arrival came to the front of the crowd just as Tristan was finishing up, a young girl. Attractive, but young. Slowly he began to walk closer to her.
"Some want to use you/
Some want to be used by you/
Some want to abuse you/
Some want to be abused... by you."
The last few words seemed to be directed directly at the girl. Quickly he stepped away from her and back toward the center of the crowd, strumming a few more chords and then ending; taking a deep bow. When he came back up from his bow, his eyes were much lighter once again, though still their very dark brown hue. The crowd erupted into applause as Tristan kicked his guitar case in front of him.
"If anyone vould like to donate, it vould be much appreciated." The strong Romanian accent poured out. Though it sounded like a request, it was more like a demand as Tristan was forcing them all to come forward and drop their money into the guitar case. Then he released each of them as they gave him money, letting them have their own minds and own thoughts back. Slowly as the crowd began to dissapate, he sat back down at the edge of the fountain, strumming a few chords as the last few put their money into his case.
Suddenly, as he barely touched his guitar, every single string on it broke loudly, "Vat the?!" Tristan jumped slightly. Sure, strings broke all the time, but not all six at once. Ever.
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Post by amber on Oct 10, 2011 22:36:25 GMT -5
The guy really was a good singer. But the musical nerd inside her was starting to show through, even if she was being ‘brainwashed’. Every thought she had like “best player ever” was countered with “My dad’s better.”, “I should pay him for the performance” with “I don’t have any money.”. Basically, she seemed to come up with an excuse for everything. She would admit though, that this guy was good. Better than most street performers. There was another thought though. I’m better.
Was it shallow of her to think that? Probably. Was it true? Who knows. She didn’t play the guitar. She believed to many people played the instrument, and, thus, she had no reason to learn. Anyway, that was beside the point. The point was, for some reason, she was totally enchanted by this guy’s playing. And for some crazy reason, the freakishly good looking guy was looking directly at her, as if playing purely for her. That girly side of her set butterflies loose in her stomach. The “I hate people, GRR!” side put a very quick stop to that.
Clapping as he finished, she seemed to snap out of it when he mentioned donations. Nope. No money. She couldn’t donate money she didn’t have. Oh well. Amber was about to leave…. When she heard the sharp snapping of strings breaking. Oops. She was pretty sure it was her fault. Her power had that kind of effect on things. She stopped, the rest of the crowd finally gone. ”You should replace those.”
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Oct 10, 2011 23:23:06 GMT -5
The truth of the entire performance was that Tristan wasn't near as good, or as skillfull, as most that were listening to him were thinking. Sure, he did have a good voice, and admittedly he could play fairly well as he had been doing it since he was old enough to hold a guitar, but he was far from the musical God that most were thinking he was. It was interesting how if you put a thought into someones head, most of the time they would reject it, but if you repeated it enough they would eventually agree to it.
Regardless, none of it really mattered anymore. His guitar was completely useless until he replaced the strings, so that meant his day in the park was done. As he began to stand up to put his guitar away, he noticed that the side of his finger was cut open from one of the strings breaking. Quite the unfortunate bit of luck that was. Oh well, bad things happen sometimes.
A light voice drew his attention away from his busted guitar, and up to an attractive young teenager. After looking her over for a moment, he recognized her as the one he had been singing to, the last one to show up; and one who had put no money into his case sadly enough, "It vould seem I have very little choice in zhe matter." Tristan said with the slightest grin, before nodding slightly and standing up to put his guitar away.
Once he got his broken instrument back in the money filled case, he lifted it up and put the strap of the case around his shoulder. Turning back to the young girl, he bowed every so slightly, "Thank you for listening to zhe performance. zi bunã, frumoasã." (Translation: Good day, beautiful) As he began to stand back up, the strap on his guitar case broke and the guitar case hit the ground behind him. The case popped open and money, and his guitar, fell onto the sidewalk. "Seems I have a bit of bad luck." Tristan said as he hurried and began stuffing the money and the guitar back in the case, trying to get out of there before she started asking any questions about the performance.
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Post by amber on Oct 11, 2011 0:34:44 GMT -5
Amber hadn’t ‘rejected’ the thought of him being a musical God. What had happened though, was the knowledge that she knew several real musical gods, had her convinced he was just charismatic enough that he didn’t need the serious skill to convince people he was one of the best they’d ever seen. As sad as it was, sometimes charisma was all people needed.
She felt a little bad for breaking his guitar strings, but this sympathy wasn’t for him. It was for the guitar. Poor guitar. She liked musical instruments. She didn’t like it when her bad luck rubbed off on them. People, not so much. How funny, she felt more pity for an instrument then she did for people.
”Where are you from?” His accent… She didn’t recognize it. And now she was curious. Following him (not that creepily, she just seemed like a curious, and overly friendly girl), she didn’t even notice the case break until…. She tripped right over it. Fail. She went stumbling several steps until face planting it on the grass. Well, at least she had a soft landing…. Still, the way her arms flapped in a “If I flap hard enough I’ll fly!” and balanced on one foot before finally falling… It was almost like a pathetic attempt at a balancing act… With way to much arm flapping. ”Ooomf…” She lay there, sprawled out on the grass as a dollar bill, that had fallen from the case, floated down and landed right on her nose.
”Huh…. I think you dropped this.” Reaching up, she pulled it off her face. It was a ten dollar bill. Wow. Nice tip. Sitting up, she turned to sit facing him and held out the bill to him. ”You didn’t walk under any ladders or break a mirror, did you?”
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Oct 11, 2011 0:55:59 GMT -5
When his gutiar hit the ground, and after it had broken it's strings, Tristan felt a little bad for it too. Well, at least he would've felt bad had it actually been his guitar. Only a few days ago, he had stolen this guitar from someone who was playing in a park not to far from here. People really shouldn't leave stuff lying around, there were dangerous and heartless people in this city after all. Tristan was just teaching the man a lesson, that next time he should watch his stuff more closely. So, he didn't care too much that it was broke, he got his money's worth out of it.
"I'm from here and zhere, I have few places I call home." Tristan said vaguely, he didn't really like saying where he was from because he was afraid people would call and deport him for being in the country illegally. It had happened on more than one occasion. Before Tristan could do, or even say, anything else, the woman somehow managed to trip on his guitar case and stagger out into the grass. He couldn't help but pause and watch as she looked as though she was, trying to fly? Even after she hit the ground, Tristan was froze in place with an expression that seemed to simply say "seriously?".
"Eh, danke you." Tristan said slowly, taking the money from her and putting it into his pocket, a little amazed that she had gotten up like absolutely nothing had happened. This girl was bad news, he could feel, she was a klutz and klutz's were never ever good things, "Not zhat I can tink of. I am sorry, but I must be going now." He said with another slight bow, immediately turning and slowly walking away; holding his broken guitar case under his arm. Honestly he wanted to get away from this girl as fast as possible, he had a bad feeling about her. He had only taken about two steps away when his foot got caught on a crack, and he fell forward, slamming onto the ground; and in turn, onto his guitar. Well, if it hadn't been broke before, it was now. Yes, this definitely was a bad day.
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Post by amber on Oct 11, 2011 1:32:43 GMT -5
Amber failed. A lot. And her trip, wasn’t a trip. IT was a fail. An epic fail. Poor Amber. The diabolical little monster she was fell victim to the most ridiculous things. The girl would trip on air if there wasn’t anything around. Thankfully tripping on a guitar case wasn’t nearly as bad as tripping on nothing. Thank god she wasn’t easily embarrassed. The way she’d shrugged off the fall so quickly, it was obvious this was a normal occurrence. Something that happened not once, not twice, but dozens of times in a day. And it’d take more than a simple fall like that to hurt this girl.
”Here and there isn’t an answer.” Nosey little bugger, wasn’t she? Not really. It was probably expected for any curious 15-year-old. People seemed to think her yearmates were nosey. She’d have to agree.
Hopping to her feet, she shook her whole body, knocking off any grass that had decided to attach itself to her. She considered following him, part wanting to, the other part wanting to just go back home. Hm. No idea what to do… Until he suddenly tripped and landed smack on the guitar. ”Step on a crack, break your mother’s back.” A moments paused. ”Or….. A guitar’s. Nice interpretation.”
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Oct 11, 2011 1:49:31 GMT -5
The girl definitely was a nosey one, an incredibly nosey one. Up until now Tristan had been a little cold, trying to shun her away but she continued her persistent questioning. When he avoided her question, she simply called him out on it, most people had the curteousy to realize that he didn't want to talk about it. This girl was different, apparently, he'd have to have a different strategy.
In the instant that Tristan hit the ground, his first thought was that he had done something to cause all of this. After all, he was a fairly superstitious person, in a sense. Though, all of this was oddly bad, it could be ruled out as a coincedence for now. After all, everyone had off days right? Perhaps he was just looking at this all wrong, he needed a different outlook. He was being paranoid, so of course the bad things stuck out more than the good. The good thing meaning that this girl was attracted to him, she wouldn't leave him alone; she was the perfect mark.
Slowly, Tristan pulled himself to his feet, "Technically I didn't step on zhe crack, the crack tripped me. I suppose it leads to zhe same results though." He said, looking down at the shattered guitar, before turning back to Amber, "I am sorry for being rude. My name if Tristan, and I am from Romania." He took a slight bow, and stepped closer to Amber, holding out his hand, "You are?" He asked, raising a brow over his dark brown eyes, the slightest tinge of a smile touching the corner of his lips.
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Post by amber on Oct 11, 2011 14:54:14 GMT -5
Amber could be a brat. When she wasn’t ridiculously curious. Today she fell in the latter category. Curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought it back. She’d like to skip the dying part. What made it worse, there wasn’t much you could do to chase her of… And the worst you acted, the more interesting she found you. The only way to make her leave you alone…. Was to be boring.
Okay, Amber felt a little bad for this guy now. A complete stranger was being plagued by her bad luck. And, like most people, he wasn’t catching on. Most people wouldn’t notice her power. It wasn’t something people noticed. Ever. Unless she told them, they just thought they were having a stroke of bad luck. Too bad she didn’t feel bad enough to say anything to him. Just tease him a little.
”Step on it, touch, doesn’t matter. You made contact with it. Cracks are dangerous.” She was grinning as she hopped to feet, firmly shaking his hand when he held it out. ”I’m Amber. From…. Here. Kind of boring compared to Romania-“ Sudden pause. ”…Where is Romania exactly?”
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Oct 11, 2011 18:56:28 GMT -5
"Duelly noted." Tristan said with a slight smile, apparently today, she was right; cracks were dangerous. Though, as much as Tristan tried to shake the feeling that it was all just a coincedence, he couldn't. Being raised in the Roma lifestyle, or gypsy as some referred to it, was something that he absolutely despised. He hated his heritage with a passion, the very blood in his body seemed like a disgrace to him. Yet, as much as he hated his heritage, it was still a part of him. Like his parents, and his parents before them, he was far too superstitious for his own good. That being said, it was a little more udnerstandable why he was afraid that this was karma coming back on him.
"A pleasure to meet you, Amber. Romania is, far enough away zhat it's exact location is unimportant, but it's in Europe." He highly doubted that she actually cared where he was from or where it was located, "Besides, 'here' is far more exciting zhan Romania, I promise." Oddly enough, as much as he felt like he should get away from this girl and that she was bad news, the more greedy side of him was telling him to take more. Unfortunately, his greedy side was winning.
Because of how intently she had been listening to him sing earlier, he knew he already had her mind "hooked" so to speak, so putting thoughts into her mind again wouldn't be too hard. Attractive, charming, trustworthy. Those thoughts, along with thoughts of Tristan himself, immediately began cycling through her mind, hidden, as if she was thinking them herself.
"Listen, how about I valk you out of zhe park? It's getting dark and I'm sure you could use zhe company?" Though to anyone else it sounded like a question, in her mind she would have an almost irresistable urge to agree to it and do what he asked. Again, the feeling that he should leave this girl alone and get away came again, but he ignored it. She seemed a little too easy going for her own good, so he was going to relieve her of her worldy burdens (rob her) and do it to show her that some people shouldn't be trusted (she was annoying him).
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Post by amber on Oct 11, 2011 21:22:35 GMT -5
Cracks weren’t the only things that were dangerous. As long as Amber was present, everything, even the absolutely ridiculous, were lethal. Poor guy, hadn’t caught on yet. Just thought he’d had a stroke of bad luck, probably expecting it to pass.
”Well, yeah. I know it’s in Europe. But by what?” Nope, she was curious. If he didn’t tell her where Romania was, she’d google it later. This girl… When she set her mind to something, or something caught her interest, she stuck to it until that curiosity was satisfied. Kind of silly that her curiosity was set on the location of a country right now…. ”Here? Exciting? Yeah. Right. Not really. Nothing exciting happens here.” A sort of lie. When she said here, she meant the park. At the mansion though…. Chaos, 24/7. A lot of it caused by her. Mention the mansion to strangers though was a big no-no.
Most of the thoughts circulating in her head were already her own. He didn’t need to use his power to make her think he was attractive and charming. He was. You could almost say she had one of those crushes at first sight. Trustworthy though? Not hers. But Amber didn’t seem to realize it. Like anyone else, she was unaware of the foul play.
Amber was actually surprised when he asked to walk her out of the park. Most people thought she was annoying…. So you couldn’t blame her for not expecting it. ”Sure!” She grinned brightly, still not suspecting foul play. The poor fool though. He was vaguely aware that she was bad news…. And yet stayed. You know, people should listen to their instincts more often.
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Oct 11, 2011 23:32:32 GMT -5
"Eh, it's between zhe Ukraine and Bulgaria." If she asked where Bulgaria or the Ukraine was, he was going to walk away; especially if she asked where the Ukraine was. Considering it was one of the largest countries besides Russia, yeah, most had at least heard of it. Besides, he wasn't here to give her a geography lesson he was here to rob her, or, relieve her of her world burdens.
The girl was overtly friendly, and seemed very talktative. In other words she annoyed him. Obviously Tristan was not the most talkative of people, he spoke when he had to and only when he had something worth saying. When people talked non-stop and about anything that came to their mind, it annoyed him greatly. This girl wasn't quite that bad yet, she just seemed far too curious for her own good, "Oh? So, vhere do zhe exciting things happen?" A slight raised brow accompanied the question, it seemed like she wanted to say more but was stopping herself.
Thankfully though, his powers were apparently were considering how enthusiastically she wanted to be lead out of the park by him. In fact, it was a little too enthusiastic, almost as if the thoughts he was putting in her head were already there. That was interesting, it would definitely make what he had planned far easier. Slowly Tristan turned around, picking his broken guitar up and jamming it back in the destroyed case along with the money before, carefully, making his way down the side-walk.
I want to get close to him a new thought rolled through her mind. Why force a pickpocket to happen, when you can get them to come to you? If only he knew the consequences that laid in store for getting her to come closer, "So, you are from around here eh?" As soon as he said this, a man that was riding by them on a bike suddenly had his front tire blow out and he wrecked into a nearby tree. Well, at least it wasn't Tristan this time.
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Post by amber on Oct 12, 2011 0:04:03 GMT -5
”Oooh.” Amber didn’t know where Bulgaria was, but she knew Ukraine-Geography wasn’t her best subject. Actually, she didn’t care about most subjects. School in general was troublesome. There were only a handful of subjects she enjoyed… Or actually paid attention in.
”uuuuuh….” A smart guy. He’d caught on… ”I’m not allowed to say. Members only.” Making it sound like a club would hopefully end that line of conversation. You didn’t tell complete strangers about Xavier’s. It was just a prep school to the public, and it needed to stay that way. Sadly, with his power, he might be able to get a real answer from her… If he wanted.
Suddenly, she wanted to walk closer to him. Not creepily close, but… you know, just closer. If they were walking you out of the park, you should at least walk right next to him, right? ”Yeah. Sort of.” Trip. Thankfully, this time, she didn’t go flying, but it made you wonder just what she’d tripped on. Also, the other guy’s wreck was far more entertaining then her’s so it was unlikely Tristan noticed. ”Looks like everyone’s having a stroke of bad luck.”
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Oct 12, 2011 9:25:08 GMT -5
"Members only huh?" Tristan asked with a raised brow. Ok, now she had his curiousity piqued, what kind of 'club' would a girl like this be a member of that she had to be so secretive about. Tristan was the one that was secretive, not other people, that wasn't allowed, "You know, I really think you vant to tell me vhat you are talking about, no?" Again, it sounded like a question, but it was a command. She'd feeling an incredible overwhelming urge to explain what she meant. It probably wasn't ethical at all to toy with peoples minds like this, but honestly, he didn't care.
Tristan jumped slightly when the cyclist's tire exploded and he crashed into the tree. He stared for a moment as they walked by, but didn't stop to help because the biker looked ok, and honestly he didn't care, "It vould seem so." He said thoughtfully as they passed the biker, it really did seem like it wasn't just him having some bad luck. Fortunately, he did miss Amber tripping again, otherwise he'd really assume she was a klutz. He tried to shake it off and focus on the task at hand, namely, 'helping' Amber with her burdens.
"Vhat do you mean, sort of?" This was an actual question, he didn't need to force an answer out of her and really didn't want to. Most of the time Tristan generally didn't use his power, and when he did, it was used far less often than people would guess. Except for right now. As she stepped closer to him, he glanced over at her, she wasn't close enough yet. It's really cold out here, I want to walk right by him. A new thought cycled through her mind at the same time that a pinecone fell out of the tree above Tristan and hit him in the head. He immediately stopped and looked up, that was incredibly odd, largely because of the fact that it wasn't a pine tree, "Zhis is a very odd park." Tristan said, rubbing his head slightly. If he knew the reprecussions of what being around this girl would mean, he would probably be running the other way, not trying to get her to walk as close as possible. Unfortunately, his greed was blinding his rational reasoning.
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