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Post by Dominic on Jun 1, 2007 18:02:08 GMT -5
Dominic sat on the ledge of the building, his feet dangling over the side. With shoulders slumped and back aching, he smoked the remains of a cigarette and shot smoke from his nostrils in long streams. He hated his job. He hated half of the snot nosed, bull headed, loud mouth braggarts that worked there. There were about as intelligent as the crates they moved off of the ships, yet had skulls so thick that they stubbornly believed that they were the world's authority on everything. He didn't know how much longer he'd be employed...one more insult, no, one more word from any of them and he was going to drive his fist right through their teeth.
He hadn't seen Kill in a number of days, but maybe he should seek him out. Might be in need of a new career....whatever that meant to Kill. He flicked his expired cigarette off of the building and watched it sail downward into the night. It could have landed on someone, but at that moment, he didn't care. From his pocket, he produced a small rounded flute, like an ocarina. He held it up to his mouth and blew softly, producing a low, almost mournful, tune.
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Post by Sheridan on Jun 1, 2007 19:24:28 GMT -5
Sheridan was walking back to the house after a long day at the Hall, rubbing her eyes. Suddenly, she saw the cigarette fall in front of her on the sidewalk, missing her by not even two inches. Furious, she looked up to see who had thrown it, and heard the soft music coming from the rooftop. Curious, her anger almost all gone, she headed inside, up the stairs, and stopped at the doorway to the rooftop.
The music continued on, almost hauntingly. Opening the door a crack, Sheridan held her breath as Dominic finished the song.
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Post by Dominic on Jun 1, 2007 19:46:03 GMT -5
Dominic knew she was there before she ever spoke. His senses were keen, finely tuned. Almost nothing was imperceptible. "You're not just going stand in the doorway all night staring at the back of my head, are you?" he asked without bothering to turn around. He then put his instrument up to his lips and blew out a string of three hollow notes.
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Post by Sheridan on Jun 1, 2007 19:50:59 GMT -5
Sheridan blushed. "I'm sorry, I-." She faltered. "It's just, that music is so beautiful." She left the doorway, coming out a little more onto the rooftop. "Where'd you learn to play like that?"
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Post by Dominic on Jun 1, 2007 20:06:42 GMT -5
"An old woodcarver in Studina Village," was his offhand answer. "Romania. And it's not beautiful or anything. I'm just blowing air in this little pipe and covering up holes. It may sound like music, but I assure you, it's all bullshit."
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Post by Sheridan on Jun 1, 2007 20:09:33 GMT -5
"No, no, it's not." She made her way over to where he was sitting, yet lingered a few feet behind. "It's quite good. I've never heard anything like it before. All the music I ever got to hear was stuff more native to Ireland."
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Post by Dominic on Jun 2, 2007 12:48:25 GMT -5
Without speaking, Dominic once more lifted his ocarina to his mouth and played a short, sweet, lilting tune. It was no Irish jig, yet it resembled it in more ways than one. He tossed the whistle from one palm to another and then place it into his pocket. In exchange, he pulled out a cigarette. Holding it between his lips, he lit a match off of the ledge upon which he sat and placed the flame to the end of it. Take a puff, he removed it from his mouth and offered one to his new acquaintance.
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Post by Sheridan on Jun 2, 2007 13:45:20 GMT -5
Sheridan waved the cigarette away. "I don't smoke," she said. "My grandfather used to smoke, and I always hated the stench it left throughout the apartment. But thanks anyway." She walked over to the ledge and looked down at the city.
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Post by Dominic on Jun 2, 2007 20:56:36 GMT -5
"Ah, well, it's your lungs, and your loss," he told her. He didn't even notice any stench of cigarettes anymore. It was all as normal as breathing in oxygen to him now, so dependent he had become on them. "Don't fall off the edge," he said in a deadpan voice.
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Post by Sheridan on Jun 3, 2007 9:55:44 GMT -5
"I kind of would like to be able to see my eighteenth birthday," she told him, "so I don't think that qualifies as a 'loss'."
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Post by Dominic on Jun 3, 2007 11:20:37 GMT -5
Dominic's mouth curled into a catlike smile as he thought about the concept she had just proposed. Not live to see her eighteenth birthday, huh? The picture in his mind of her taking a drag off of his cigarette and immediately dropping dead was near hilarious. Someone had done a good job of taking advantage of her young, impressionable mind and scaring the life out of it in regard to "evil" things."
"Like I said," he replied. "It's your lungs. But you've got a greater chance of falling off the building and dying before eighteen than you do of dying of smoke poisoning."
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Post by Sheridan on Jun 3, 2007 11:32:21 GMT -5
"I'll be fine," she told him, looking back out over the city. "Though I doubt you care."
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Post by Dominic on Jun 3, 2007 16:29:12 GMT -5
"Really now?" he asked, acting somewhat taken aback. "You just met me two minutes ago and you're claiming you know what I care about? That's rich."
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Post by Sheridan on Jun 3, 2007 17:01:15 GMT -5
Sheridan turned around to face him, hands on her hips. "Well, do you care?"
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Post by Dominic on Jun 4, 2007 15:15:29 GMT -5
"Sure I do," he said. "Don't have any reason not to. If I had a choice, I'd definitely pick 'care' over 'not care' every time. Unfortunately, the rest of the world would probably pick to not care, but I can't account for that. I'm only one man. Tis a pity, though."
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