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 Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 2:40 am
The slender girl had been forwarded here by some uncle or another; it was not a place Abilene usually frequented, but she was certainly in the process of discovering its wonders. She was browsing in some far corner of the CD store; somewhere she felt safe.
The only question was, should it be Bach or Beethoven receiving her attention? She was interested in classical music and found it rather artful, though she'd never been exposed to anything else.
Finally, she chose. A piece by Vivaldi. She clutched the plastic-wrapped CD case as she wended her way through the different, untouchable CDs. Kaya was partly responsible for cautioning her against them with talk that they rotted your brain and had bad words; what Abilene didn't know was that Kaya was getting on the overprotective side; annoyingly so.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:50 am
A ball rang out, announcing the entrance of the mango scented teen as he slid open the door to the music shop. His emerald orbs scanned the area for a brief moment before he headed towards the back of the shop.
He needed some new guitar pics, since the damnable Bourbon snake ate his last night. He swore up and down that the ******** was out to get him. Those beady eyes just seemed to glint every time he scared the s**t out of Tango, or every time he pissed him off. The thing was going to be a snake skinned purse for some lucky lady one day.
Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he bent down to inspect the size and quality of shopping expedition.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:20 pm
Abilene admittedly hadn't been paying attention to any of the other customers in the store. Still, her curiosity was piqed as she wandered into the area of instrument accessories. The triangular-shaped guitar pics intrigued her and she subsequently picked up a pretty and very girly(light pink and sort of on the sparkly side) guitar pick, tilting her head as if to observe it from another angle.
She didn't register the mango scent coming from the teenager just near her as she spoke. "What is this triangular thing?" Her brows pulled together as she gazed at the small object pinched in between two of her fingers.
Certainly, she didn't realize it was Tango she was talking to. She was more fascinated with the pick than with the person she was speaking to. She was weighing her options as far as buying the Vivaldi CD in one hand or the pick in the other.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:51 pm
"It's called a Pic." Tango answered absently, scoffing mentally to himself. What moron would not know what the hell a pic was? "It's for playing-"
He hesitated for a moment as he turned to see who he was talking to. An arrogant smirk painted itself on his face as he leaned against the shelf he had been looking at seconds ago. "It's for playing guitar, Abilene." Silly lotus child. Of course she wouldn't know what the ******** a pic was.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 5:04 pm
Abilene nodded as Tango explained, only looking up after he paused. He definitely looked familiar; almost like... "Tango?"
The was no mistaking that scent now that she paid attention, either. It was stronger than she remembered. She hesitated before smiling in greeting, nearly forgetting the pic she held. Kaya would be dumbfounded, but after that she'd be delighted. Kaya would want pictures if she knew. Abilene's smile grew into an absent one as she pondered the matter, rubbing the guitar pic between her two fingers thoughtfully.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 6:47 am
"One and the same." Tango spoke, allowing himself a heavy, dramatic shrug- a sigh accompanying it. His emerald orbs quickly scanned the store, looking out for the infamous terror of his life. Not seeing Kaya or her damned camera anywhere he let out another sigh, this one of relief.
"If you don't mind me asking, what the hell are you doing? Looking at pics? You have no idea what they do." He spoke, turning his attention back to the flower girl. How the hell did one survive not knowing at a pic was. "And what's that in your hand?" He nodded in the direction of her CD, a frown marring his expression. That CD certainly didnt look familiar.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 8:26 am
Abilene allowed herself a small smile at Tango's reply, nodding thoughtfully. She could only guess at what his second sigh implied; his relief was evident. The perceptive child had a feeling it might have something to do with Kaya; if she were here Tango would be forced violently into a photoshoot.
She glanced up at his question, blinking for a moment. "Well, they're pretty." the lotus child responded, her amber eyes flicking to the pink pic she now held. It didn't seem of much import to her if she didn't actually know its use, so long as she liked the way it looked.
"Vivaldi." came her absent reply at his next question.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:46 am
Tango blinked, wondering if he should tell her that only the disturbed thought picks were pretty. Eventually, he opted against it and just shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head. "I suppose." He sighed, almost as if it were more a burden than anything to answer her, before leaning in and picking up a few for himself.
"Vivaldi?" He questioned, leaning against the counter and raising an eyebrow. "The Venetian priest? Odd choice," He shrugged. The violinist was famous, sure, and a good composer- he supposed. Honestly he preferred something with more bass and a good guitar rift, but he could deal with classical- some how it just seemed to fit with the girl before him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 7:58 pm
Abilene smiled as Tango ceded and... well, she'd take that as agreement. The small girl nodded, looking rather on the enthusiastic side about the situation as she glanced down to the pink item she was still much too fascinated with.
"Oh? I don't think it's odd at all." Abilene responded frankly, her amber eyes fixed on the teenager before her. Sometimes it was hard to understand the usual views of people; that she, as a child, really wasn't expected to like or understand classical music. Not that Abilene really minded all of this; she'd leave people to their views which would allow her to be as carefree as possible.
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