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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/13/2016 3:24:58 AM
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[i]Bar in Dojoville // 1435 hours // No Longer in his Pissy Mood
The bell above the bar door chimed as a man walked in, his jet-black hair combed neatly back, to expose the entirety of his forehead and face. His bright blue eyes scanned the bar, the corners of his full lips pulling up in a slight smile. At his left side, a three foot long straight sword was sheathed, and for once the man did not bring his leather gloves, while instead in his right hand he gripped a black, rectangular violin case, his slender violinist fingers tapping wildly on his legs, dressed in slim blue jeans. His shirt was a simple, white button-up, rolled up to the sleeves, revealing his rather slender, agility and speed build.
The man stood at five ten, and had a square jaw as well as high cheekbones, a slight stubble on his chin. He walked further into the bar, before placing his violin case down on the ground as he smiled at the bartender, a rather attractive redhead with an hourglass figure, green eyes, and a black and white tuxedo, polishing a glass. The bartender had a more angular face and thin lips covered with a thin layer of lip gloss, her green eyes meeting the man's blue. Furiously, the man thought of what to say, his mind whirring quickly.[/i]
"Hello there," [i]He started, then cringed at himself—it was a horrible way to start. Silently cursing himself, he tried a slightly more direct approach to at least get a good conversation with the bartender; nothing lasting, he knew.[/i] "Two cans of beer, please." [i]He smiled meaningfully at the bartender, who merely smiled back. She turned, and pulled out two beer cans from the refrigerator. The man smiled, opening them both. He tapped one, gesturing to the bartender, who couldn't resist bursting into laughter.[/i]
"Oh, are you [i]kidding[/i]?" [i]She forced between giggles. The man's smile was gone, already beginning to look for a recycling bin to toss the unopened beer can out.[/i] "Oh–sorry–but..." [i]The bartender had a slight English accent, her cheeks rosy and her eyes filled with delight and amusement. With a sigh, the man didn't let the bartender finish—he took his beer, grabbed his violin case, and walked out of the bar, walking down the sidewalk to sit at a bench, breathing in the fresh, outdoor air; his favorite scent, the great outdoors. Sipping his beer, he looked around for anybody to converse with, if anybody looked at him long enough to notice him.[/i]
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[b]A man exits the same bar, with a can of beer. He sits down on the bench and chuckles slightly [/b] "Women eh? All of em against you."
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[i]The man was silent for a moment, before sighing, turning his face upwards towards the sky.[/i] "Nah... nothing like that," [i]He said, shrugging.[/i]
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"Oh pleas. I saw that red head inside."
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"Eh...." [i]The man seemed used to the reaction that the bartender had given him, and while it was quite the blow to his self-esteem every time it happened, he was happy for at least bringing a smile to other's faces. So he shook his head nonchalantly, looking over at the other man.[/i] "Nice day, huh?" [i]He commented, gesturing towards the cool, sunny day, and lush green woods.[/i]
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"Yeah its very much a nice day."
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[i]To his left he noticed that he sat down next to Violet. A cute girl wearing a short black with a red trim, a black shirt, black combat boots, and a red cloak. She was sitting there reading a book in silence.[/i]
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[i]Turning his head towards Violet, he silently thought of what to say; he had been in Violet's position before, reading a book, alone. Then, he had not wanted to be disturbed, and the girl probably didn't want to be disturbed either—he was torn between being selfish or being courteous. Finally, after a while, and opened his mouth and spoke up.[/i] "What book is that?" [i]The man asked, for he was quite an avid reader himself; if he could relate to Violet in any way, it would be through books, first and foremost.[/i]
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[i]Violet lowered the book and blinked as she looked around. She quietly muttered loud enough for Zach to hear.[/i] "Did someone say something?"
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"Er–yeah," [i]Zach said, frowning ever so slightly. He wasn't exactly used to straight up not being heard, as his voice could get real loud, but persisted nonetheless.[/i] "I asked what book you were reading, miss."
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Edited by Cthulhu Agent: 10/13/2016 3:59:24 AM[i]She turned to him and smiled in the delight of someone taking interest in reading.[/i] "It's the tale There and Back Again by Bilbo Baggins. Quite the old tale, but it's one of my favorites."
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"Ah. I've always meant to read [i]The Hobbit[/i], but I never really got into it," [i]Zach said, sighing slightly.[/i] "Neither did I have the time. If you have the time, would you mind giving me a... brief summarization?" [i]He didn't want to seem like some English teacher, which is why he said 'brief'.[/i]
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[i]She giggled cutely and put her hand out with the book in it to offer it to Zach.[/i] "Here, take it. I've already read it a couple hundred times and it's better if you just read it than me summarizing it."
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[i]Zachary took the book, flipping over in his slender, violinist fingers, thinking of pocketing the book to read for later, but he found that rather rude. And so, he handed the book back, smiling politely.[/i] "I'm sure I can find it in the library and read it on my own time, miss. Now, what's a fine lady like you doing out here?" [i]Zach was really only trying to be nice and not brushed off and laughed at like the godforsaken bartender, damn looks.[/i]
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[i]She sighs when he gives the book back and puts it underneath her arm.[/i] "Just reading outside the library for a change. I decided I'll never get over my shyness if I stay in the library all day." [i]She went silent for a bit before quietly asking.[/i] "So, uh....What brings you out here?...If you don't mind me asking that is...."
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"Well, came out for, first of all a drink," [i]Zach murmured, sipping from his beer.[/i] "There was a cute bartender, ended up making a fool of myself." [i]He smiled at Violet, not minding ridiculing himself to get a smile and a laugh out of others.[/i] "Then, maybe perform in public for some people. Would you like to hear a violin piece, miss?"
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"Violin? I'd love to! I play the cello myself, but that's quite hard to just carry around." [i]She laughed and smiled in a very innocent way.[/i] "I don't know why that bartender would turn you down, you're so adorable." [i]As that last bit escaped her mouth she blushed and turned her face away from Zach.[/i]
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[i]The corners of Zach's full lips turned up slightly, but otherwise there was no reaction from him to the compliment, besides a glitter of happiness and embarrassment in his bright blue eyes. He nodded, turning away from Violet to unzip his violin case, opening it up to reveal the dark, oak wood violin inside, carefully polished and in perfect condition. With practiced hands he pulled the instrument out, took his bow and tightened the strings, adding his shoulder rest to the violin. After playing a few chords to check if it was tuned, Zach smiled once again at Violet, before closing his blue eyes, and placing the bow on the G string. He suddenly broke into song, playing a beautiful piece more from the romantic period the Mozart's solid classical; the Bruch Violin Concerto No. 1 in G Major, Opus 26.[/i]
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[i]Violet turned back to him the moment he started playing and bursted out the words.[/i] "Bruch Violin Concerto number 1 in G minor! I know this!" [i]She cleared her throat and calmed herself.[/i] "You're a great player."
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[i]Zach suddenly stopped, lowering his violin by a couple inches, his eyelids remaining closed. He, of course, disliked it when people interrupted him as he was playing; it was rude and thoughtless, but Zach remained calm. He opened his eyes, smiling at Violet kindly.[/i] "Thank you, miss, much appreciated." [i]Closing his eyes once more and placing his bow back on the G string of the violin, he began once again, absolutely milking the beautiful piece; the sound was strong and firm, the interchanging notes of the piece resonating throughout the village as the wildlife—birds, crickets, cicadas—fell silent, the only noise being Zach's violin playing.[/i]
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[i]Violet decided by the way he talked that staying silent was the best course of action. She didn't mind this of course because who would want to interrupt such great music.[/i]
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Edited by Crrowly: 10/13/2016 4:54:28 AM[i]After about ten minutes, the entire first movement was finally over, and Zach lowered his violin, smiling at Violet, and bowed. He returned his instrument to its case, sitting down beside Violet once more, closing the case and zipping it shut. The man turned his head towards the girl once more, the corners of his mouth tugging at his full lips.[/i] "Well? How was it?" [i]Zach asked, always open to feedback. Really, he only wished that Violet enjoyed his playing; it was one of only things he did that attracted outside attention, and he wanted his violin playing to make a lasting impression on the world, screaming "Zachary Chandler was here".[/i]
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[i]Violet's face had a large smile on it and she seemed extremely happy.[/i] "Oh, I loved it! You're an amazing player." [i]She clapped quietly in appreciation.[/i] "Bravo, kind sir!"
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[i]Zach laughed slightly, his hand brushing Violet's left arm ever so slightly as his arm went around the back of the bench.[/i] "Thank you, miss," [i]Zach said gratefully, his bright blue eyes never leaving Violet's golden ones.[/i] "By the way; I never caught your name, and I'm sure it's lovely. Mine is Zachary, or Zach."
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[i]Once he touched her arm her face turned red and her eyes went wide. She began to trip over her words.[/i] "I-I'm uhh V....I m-mean Violet! Umm..." [i]She averted her gaze as she became extremely embarrassed.[/i]
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[i]Zach let out a low chuckle at Violet's embarrassment, looking away from her as well, his own cheeks reddening.[/i] "Y-yeah, Violet. That's a lovely name, for a lovely lady." [i]Of course the slight flirting was merely out of politeness, unless Violet wanted to turn it into something more; he hoped she didn't, as that would probably ruin a good friendship, and secondly they were -blam!-ing siblings—not that either of them knew that, of course.[/i]
