Staccato FQ (Loki)

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Violinist Lemley

A young woman, perhaps early twenties stood on the street corner. Her auburn hair was up in a bun and a violin rested on her shoulder as she plucked at the strings with her bare fingers. It was music, but the sound it produced was a far cry from the rhythmic flow that was to be expected from a violin. A violin bag sat empty in front of her, save for a few dollars tossed in by passer bys. Her fingers were red and blistering as they protested this new playstyle but she had no choice. Her violin bow had been nicked as she slept the night before just outside the city. She needed money for a new bow but no amount of cash would ever truly remedy her loss. People get attached to the silliest things in life, and Lemley was hopelessly attached to her violin bow. It was nothing special, but it was one of the first things she had ever bought for herself, one of the few things she owned. She'd had it since she was a child and now it was gone, without it she half like half of who she was before. Unable to play the songs she loved. It was the one thing she enjoyed, bringing music to people on the streets but now they scoffed and hustled by as the jittery plucking of her violin assaulted their senses.


Half way through her song the girl abruptly stopped, shaking her hand. A few drops of blood fell onto the sidewalk. She stuck the cut finger in her mouth and shook her head. She was frustrated, angry, upset and sad, sitting down on a near by bench she put her heads in her hands. She had gone to the police with the matter but finding a violin bow that wasn't worth much clearly wasn't their top priority. It was gone forever, she would just have to accept that and move on. She knew that was the logical thing to do but she couldn't bring herself to get over it, sitting there with her head in her hands as the midday sun beat down on her she kept thinking about her loss. Who would do such a thing and why. It didn't make any sense to her and alone she had no help of recovering what was hers.

[Loki Bellamy]

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Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

With a dull sigh Loki walked through the Crystal City streets as usual. Pyrus,his Charmander seemed to imitate his proud stride in a rather amusing manner. Loki had bought a brand of cigars that was introduced to Crystal City this morning. Other than that nothing in the city peaked his interest in the least, he had seen it all. Loki calmly stopped in the middle of the street,pulled out a cigar from his shirt's pocket and allowed the tip to hover over his charmander's tail. As soon as the tip turned a light red hue he quickly pulled it away from the pokemon's tail and continued walking. "Thank heaven for pre-clipped cigars and fire type pokemon. Now let's get to escaping this dull place bud..." Loki saw no point in being here since he had seen and heard all this city had to offer. Not even the women around here were interesting since he had met them all at some point or another, he either had history with them or just opted to avoid them completely for no exact reason. Loki placed the cigar in his mouth and inhaled slightly in order to see how this new brand of cigar "tasted". He had been smoking for such a long time that he had developed the peculiar gift that allowed him to actually tell the difference between cigar brands. It was as if he could taste them or something similar to that. 'Well at least I know what my pokemon ability would be..' he thought to himself as he exhaled two small white O's composed of smoke.

A look of pure bliss made its way onto his face, one that was short lived. Suddenly a rather odd sound made its way into his ears that completely disrupted the moment he was having with his cigar. This sound was impossible to identify and it wasn't exactly Terrible but it was a bit unpleasant. The only operational eye he had scanned the area quickly until it honed in on a lady that seemed to play the violin in an odd manner. Her skin had a rather radiant tan and her auburn hair definitely caught him. His eyebrow arched slightly, Loki was sure he knew almost all the ladies in Crystal City but her face didn't quite ring a bell. He inhaled more of his cigar and exhaled a small white cloud then began crossing the street in order to go investigate.

It took him a few moments to reach the other side of the street with his Charmander following. Loki was merely A few feet from the lady with the violin when he noticed a drop of blood or two dripping onto the sidewalk. "A lady's blood isn't to be spilt in such a manner.especially not one that looks like this ." he spoke while His hand slipped into his jacket's pocket and returned with a white handkerchief which he handed to her calmly before speaking again. "You know ,they make little stick-like items used to play that." he spoke in his usual nonchalant tone. Due to a lack of a better term he had no choice but to use the adjective 'stick-like'. Loki wasn't much of a musician so he had no knowledge about Violin bows, he just knew they existed. "by the way the guy who just started talking to you is called Loki. How has crystal city been treating you so far?"

OUTFIT

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NOTES: lol don't worry he isn't crushing,that's just how he acts on a regular.

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography and of GS

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Violinist Lemley

Lemley looked up as a voice interrupted her moment, her eyes were red and puffy with silent tears. She looked confused and slightly annoyed as people tended to be when you interrupted them during a sensitive moment. Her eyes wandered over him for a moment, the hair, the eyepatch and the cigar. He was quite peculiar, she wrinkled her nose at the smell of the smoke and narrowed her eyes. Pearing at him as she tried to discern why he was bothering her. He had an odd way of talking as he lead with some sort of quasi compliment. Uhm. Thanks." She said, taking the handkerchief hesitantly and using it to wipe the last vestiges of tears from her eyes. She had bleed plenty of times before, a cut didn't concern her. The real injury was inflicted when her bow was taken, the true hurt was internal. Lemley held out the handkerchief for him to take back and cringed a bit at his comment about the 'stick-like item'.

"I'm well aware... and their called bows." She said smoothly, in a tone that employed mild aggravation. More so at the entire situation than anyone or anything in particular. The auburn haired violinist audibly scoffed at his last comment. Not only did he introduce himself in the third person, but he asked how she was liking the city. The short answer was, she basically hated it. "Pretty awful actually. Just outside of town someone nicked my bow. Nobody seems to care and the police say they don't have time to look for it. It's fine, I get it. The bow isn't worth much but i've always had it you know. It means a lot and now i've been left out here to try, plucking strings till my fingers bleed for nothing." She gestured to the violin case which had a meager sum of money inside. "Who would do that. I had the violin and the bow right next to me. I fell asleep playing it and when i woke up the bow was gone but the violin was still there. The bow isn't worth anything, the violin is worth much more i don't understand why someone would just take the bow." She complained, her voice stressed. Lemley shook her head and rubbed her eyes again with a sigh. She was just mentally exhausted from the whole ordeal. Complaining about it helped a little but this is something that would take time for her to get over.