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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Mar 18, 2018 5:03:30 GMT
Spring had finally come to Bellerouge and already its presence could be seen across the city. Trees were just beginning to bud out, the first flowers of the seasons were blooming and the weather was mild, not too humid or hot yet as it would get later in the year. And nowhere was the change of season more plainly seen than in Raoul Park.
On this particular day in the park, something else added to the springtime air. It was the sound of a guitar being played. It filled the park with its music, mixing with the sound of birdsong and seeming to fit so well with the surroundings. The owner of the guitar himself sat on a sun-warmed bench, strumming the strings in a lazy yet still skillful manner.
A few people who passed him where he sat paused and listened for a moment but, upon seeing no open guitar case or collection tin, assumed he was just practicing and went on their way.
Manolo didn't really notice them or care much. He had come to the park with his guitar in hopes of figuring out just what he was going to do now. It had been some time since his run in with Yang on the waterfront, since she had realized he and the Calavera Thief were one in the same, and since she had let him go despite this realization. At the time he had been too angry, to upset and confused to think beyond his own jumbled feelings. Now, however....
He paused briefly in his playing and looked down at the arm that Yang had burned. From where the cuff of his red t-shirt ended, the skin was a flawless olive-tone. The wounds had healed since he last spoke to Yang, but the troubled thoughts still remained.
Yang was a cop, that much he knew now. She worked for the BPD, for the very people who had let the officer that had killed Maria off. The very people who had forced Joaquin to flee from Bellerouge. She had hurt him, tried to arrest him. She was the enemy and yet.....
And yet part of him couldn't help but think they were so much alike. Part of him couldn't help but like her fiery spirit.
Shaking his head lightly, causing his brown ponytail sway, he returned his attention to the instrument he held. He picked out another more upbeat tune now, something that in other circumstances might be good to dance to. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2018 22:01:23 GMT
Felicie walked in a sedate daze behind her uncle as he proceeded to lecture her about sneaking out and dancing without his permission, especially on her weak ankle. She could get gravely injured and then there would be no more dancing at all. It made her duck her head and bite her lip. She couldn't imagine a life without dancing but there it was, presented to her in stark English. But before she could think too long on the idea of no dancing, a beautiful and up beat song on the guitar drifted over to her and she grinned happily and began dancing her way over to the owner of the guitar playing the music. It was lovely, and she was being careful, with her uncle's words reverberating in her brain. "Felicie, Felicie! Get back here now!" he shouted but she didn't listen. She was caught up in the music and dancing.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Apr 6, 2018 6:22:51 GMT
Manolo wasn't even aware he had attracted an audience until he saw a shadow moving across the ground only a few feet away. Not pausing in his playing, he glanced up to see a young slender girl with a red ponytail dancing in rhythm to the melody he was strumming on the guitar. He felt the smallest bit of surprise seeing this stranger dancing in front of him but after watching her for a moment he felt a small smile pull up the corners of his lips.
It was clear that whomever this girl was, she was very passionate about dancing. He could see it in the way she moved her body, in the graceful movements of her limbs and the expression on her face of bliss. He could recognize all of this in her because he himself felt it when he played his guitar and let all his fears and angers, his worries and hurts disappear for a time....
Suddenly, a stern voice yelled close by and Manolo's fingers stumbled over the strings when he jerked a bit. Frowning slightly, he turned on his seat to see an older man approaching from one of the trails, his face set in a scowl.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 17:38:22 GMT
Felicie stopped dancing when the guitarist stumbled on the chords and presently her uncle caught up to her. "Felicie, this is a big and dangerous city! You could get seriously hurt or worse if you continue running off like that, do you understand? What will I tell your mother then? She's entrusting me with your safety child" Amelie stared stony faced at her uncle and turned to the musician.
"Could you play that again? Si vous plait"
"Felicie!"
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Apr 12, 2018 10:52:39 GMT
Normally Manolo would have immediately picked up his guitar and left upon the girl's request. He certainly wasn't in the mood to perform for anyone let alone take requests when all he wanted was to be left alone to try and sort out his jumbled thoughts. However, something about the way the girl danced made him remain where he sat on the bench. And before he even realized he was going to say anything he had spoken in answer to the young woman.
"Si, why certainly senorhita."
And without any pause he immediately struck up another rousing tune on his instrument, hitting the strings with more energy and fire then he had previously done. Even as the older man approached the young girl and called out what had to be her name, he let his fingers place across the guitar and fill the silence of the park with passionate music.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 0:39:53 GMT
Felicie clapped her hands in delight when the guitarist agreed to play some more, and she immediately started dancing again. Her uncle tried to catch her once or twice but she always twirled out of reach. So he stood off to one side, fuming, as Felicie danced. She poured everything into the movements, her sadness, her loneliness, her excitement at being in a new city, they rushed through her and set her feet moving. She leaped, spun, pirouetted, and just had fun in general. She was only truly alive when she was dancing.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Apr 13, 2018 11:54:13 GMT
As Manolo played the guitar, as he felt the vibrations beneath his hands and gave himself over to the very music he was creating, he did something he hadn't done since his run-in with Yang. He smiled. Part of it was watching the young girl laugh and dance to the beat and part of it was his own passion for playing guitar.
And as he continued watching the young girl, he realized what it was about her that had made him play when he wouldn't have for anyone else. It was her passion for what she was doing, a desire and love that could be seen clearly in the way she moved, in the language of her body and the joyous expression on her face.
Indeed, the expression she wore now was almost exactly the same as the one he wore when he was playing his guitar, when the rest of the world simply fell away and all that existed was himself, the guitar and the music. It was blissful.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 21:20:42 GMT
Felicie twirled around the bench the guitarist was sitting on. His music was incredible, seeming to put in melody the passion coursing through her body all the time. She loved it. But eventually, her ankle twinged and rather than tempt fate she stopped. Her face was slightly red from the exercise and she grinned at the guitarist. "Tres magnifique!" she said, clapping happily. "Your music is wonderful, monsieur. I could dance to that all day, if it was possible"
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Jun 23, 2018 0:57:45 GMT
Before he was completely aware of it, Manolo's song had reached an end and the girl paused in her dancing, her face pinkish but beaming with pure pleasure as she caught her breath. He had been so busy watching her dance that he hadn't even realized he had gone through his song until he had struck the last chord.
"Gracias. It seems you yourself possess quite the talent with dancing. I do not think I have ever seen someone move the way you did to my musica."
Manolo was used to using flattery to butter people up so that they were easier targets but his words were spoken with truth this time. He had seen his fair share of people dancing. When you played music it simply came with the territory and while he had come across those who certainly possessed some talent for it, he had never seen anything to match the passion with which this young woman had moved.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2018 23:18:19 GMT
"Merci beuocoup monsieur" Felicie said, now pink for whole new reason. The guitarist was rather cute, despite being so much older.
"She used to be a professional dancer" her uncle said with angry annoyance as he once more made a grab for Felicie's arm. Felicie maxe a fsce and twirled away from the grabbing hand.
"A compliment is still a compliment" she told her uncle and he made a derisive snort.
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