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It was around 1200 (12:00) hours, and Landon got off at 1500 hours. (3:00)
"Too long." He replies, looking up to see Lyden. F C D C F... C D F C Eb C Eb C F-trill... Notes float through his head, rarely making it onto the paper. He could hear Mr. Meiner working in the back rooms, fixing broken instruments, flushing brass tubes, and the like. He sighs, this was not the ideal location to compose. |
She liked his response. He was a warrior then and wouldn't go down quietly. Good for him. She looked at the other boy who had walked him some time ago. He finally spoke up and he sounded cheerful. She cocked her head to the side much like a canine would and noticed the boys eyes. They were pretty and bi-colored. That was different. She sighed and brushed a few strands of her now mostly dry black hair from her face. She listened to boys but decided not to interfere with their conversation. Wolves had better manners than that.
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He chuckled faintly at his friend's responce, glancing over at the paper in front of Landon.
"Want any help then? I need something to get my mind off stuff." He offered, smile concealing the trace of sadness in his voice. His younger sister Farrow had recently heard the Call, a reason for Lyden being known as a recluse amongst his pack now. |
"No, I'm good. It's been a slow day." He replies, his long blonde hair shaking with his head.
He leaves the counter and his book on the counter, and starts re-organizing the music-books, starting at one side of the wall, clarinet music. Lyden looked distressed, even if he tried to make his voice sound otherwise. "So, what's up?" He asks, just to say something. |
She continued to listen but shook her head. She had to get going. She picked up the book finally and walked to the counter. "I'll get out of your hair now. Can't keep my elders waiting." She smiled as she hiked her bag up. Positive that the smell of wolf was lingering on all the clothes she worked out in. Not like the other half of her had a smell to talk about. It was just more a of sickenly sweet scent that mingled with her fur when she shifted. She smiled as she ran her fingers over the books. These two seemed like they had a bit to talk about. so. She figured she'd leave and not be a nuisance. "I'll take these two books. Thank you for all your help. Its hard to find a place where people actually know about music."
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A strange scent mingled in the air around Lyden's nose. He sniffed discretely, glancing at the girl in surprise. She smelt of wolf, that much he was certain about. Now he knew what the smell was, he was almost embarrassed he hadn't noticed it before. Shaking his head he shrugged in responce to Landon.
"Just another Call...Farrow this time." He answered as if it were nothing, as if he didn't mind. Lyden's eyes rested on one of the books and they twinkled slightly. "That's a good one, it has very atmospheric music" |
She jumped when the other boy talked to her. He had said something about someone being called and she was mulling that over when he spoke to her about the music. She looked at it and her eyes softened. "Our tribal leaders love mixing the music together. I'm glad someone else says its good. Not I'm not to uncertain of my decision." He smelled spicy. The kind of spicy most male wolves carried with them. She flushed a little at how she was lingering on the smell like a pup and smiled brightly trying to hide it. "I just hope they're happy with the decision the old coots."
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Landon moves back to the counter, and rings up the girl's purchases.
He tells her the amount, and waits for her to find the money. "Oh." He sighs softly. That was what was distressing him. He supposed that's how he would feel if his sister got called. "Personally, I think the music in the racks in the far corner are the best." He offers, to lighten the mood. They were in the corner for a reason, and just because Landon liked polka music didn't mean everyone else did. |
The sudden smile almost unnerved him, especially after a flush. He raised an eyebrow before shrugging, choosing to forget about it.
"They have interesting tastes then. What tribe do you belong to?" He questioned, looking back at Landon. Lydon would stay here until his friend finished with his shift. The soft sigh had caught his attention, something that often annoyed Lydon, the fact small noises never escaped him. Occasionally they were useful, if a pup tried to sneak up on him, but most times they were annoying. "It's fine, she was ill anyway and wouldn't have lasted long." He answered breezily, glancing over to where Lydon had said the best music was, wincing slightly. We shall say that...Lyden wasn't exactly a fan of polka music. |
She pulled her wallet out of her bag and looked at him as he pointed out music in the corner. She blinked and looked behind her. "I'll check it out before I leave." She smiled politely again. Both boys were might good looking but...she needed to foucs and get home soon. Her stomach was growling like mad and she really didn't want to be in town if her hunger got so bad she shifted. She pulled out the money and handed it to him. As she stood there she felt like something passed between the boys. She hated being left out of things. She looked at the one boy beside her that had the nice smell. "Um...the BloodMoon tribe." She bit the inside of her cheek hoping this didn't start an argument. Her tribe was known for its mixing of breeds. Not many other weres were too happy with their ways.
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A shudder ran down his spine at the mention of the BloodMoon tribe. Yes, Lyden had heard of them, his entire pack had heard of them. They chose to stay well clear from members of that tribe, not wishing to mix with them and their ways of mixing breeds. But, this girl hadn't posed any threat to him and she seemed to be fairly friendly. Hoping his instincts were to be trusted, Lydon nodded thoughtfully.
"I've heard of them. I'm Lydon Pheonix, half of my family's in the EclipsedSun tribe." He nodded, lying slightly there. Truth was his entire family was in the EclipsedSun tribe including himself, but it wasn't something he would brag about naturally. |
Landon sees Lyden's face as he finds it's polka music.
His eyes light up with mirth. "I'm sure someone out there likes it besides me." He says. Softer, he adds, "I just hope it's a girl." So, the other girl was a werewolf as well? Non-humans didn't bother him like some did with other humans. Polka music and werewolves, his day was getting more interesting already. |
He laughed, feeling slightly better now after that comment. It was one of the reasons he had come here in the first place. Lydon had known being around a friend would make him feel better than being around his mourning pack.
"Sure there is Landon, you may have to wait around another hundred or so years for it though." He joked, a smirk tugging the corners of his mouth up. |
Yeah, and if she happened to play the tuba, we could do a polka duet! Ha ha ha, no. He thinks to himself.
"I'm patient." He replies. "To find a girl that actually thinks accordions are sexy...I'll wait as long as it takes." Not that he was very good at playing the accordion, there were just so many buttons! Plus, they were really heavy, and practicing made his back hurt. He supposed that meant he should actually start to work out some, but he hadn't done it yet. |
She walked over and picked up the polka music. So the boy belonged to the EclipsedSun tribe? Then he belonged to that pack huh? SHe smirked as she flipped through the polka. "Exactly how is polka music played? Is it on that tiny little piano thingy?" She was serious. She had never really heard polka music. Something bout it being stupid or that's what her dad said. "So how long have you two been friends." Werewolves hardly made friends with humans, sure we protected them but that was it. It was interesting to see.
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He shrugged, moving to lean against the counter.
"You'd have to be...But then, so does everyone to find Mr or Mrs Right I suppose...That's why people should broaden their likings, it gives you more of a chance of finding the right person if you do." He grinned, referring to the fact he was Bi. Admittedly Lydon was more inclined to girls, but if Mrs Right was really a Mr that wouldn't stop him. "Still, I wish you good luck in finding her, hopefully you won't be waiting for eternity and a day." He added as a quick after thought. He raised his head to glance back at the girl with his multi-coloured gaze. "A while...I've forgotten when we first met....Either I'm overly forgetful or we've been around for centuries.....You'll have to tell me how you keep yourself looking so young Landon! Is it night cream?" He joked, scratching the back of his neck as he answered the BloodMoon tribe member. |
Little piano thingy?
"Uh, well there's a tuba player, an accordionist and the rest depends, usually a trombone as well. The accordion must be what you're talking about. It's actually a woodwind instrument, not a stringed one." He replies. Landon pauses after that, music, he could do, time on the other hand was his enemy. He absently darkens an eighth-note on his page, hoping Lyden wouldn't notice that. "Yeah, you know, my sister's make-up really does wonders for the appearance." He rolls his eyes a bit. His sister was a bit odd, and loved make-up. |
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He frowned, leaning back to look again at the page, catching Landon's movement as he darkned a note or something. Lydon wasn't exactly good at reading or writing music. He would simply play what ever came to him on the spur of the moment then forget it seconds later.
"No wonder, though you could use a bit more I suggest, you're getting wrinkles on your forehead and either you've been punched in the eyes or you're working too hard." He grinned, enjoying their little joke. Lyden had met Landon's sister once, maybe twice before. From what he had seen of her, she was certainly interesting and make up appeared to be quite the important thing in her eyes. "How's it going?" He added in a mutter, motioning to the page. |
The ever elusive melody that floated through his heart remained as such.
"Yeah, ran out of skin cream." He replies, a half-smile on his face. "It's going, I suppose. I just can't find the middle yet." He sighs. He could hear it, he just couldn't write it, it was frustrating. "Some of us have secrets to hide." She replies, though she takes the snowball. Plus, skirts weren't good combat clothes. She didn't throw the snowball, she set it beside her on the bench. Maybe she'd snow-war later, but now, she was eating, and anyone foolish enough to get in the way of a fox's lunch was toast. |
A grimace flickered across his face for his friend, although secretly pleased that he made him smile, something it seemed people did very little of now days.
"I'm afraid I'm no help to you there then. You of all creatures should know how bad I am at writing music....I let it come and go like water or sand." He shrugged, waving one hand for emphasise. By now Lyden was practically lying on the counter, not really caring what others thought. He'd done it countless times before, it was just a matter of not being caught by the manager. |
Engel smiled when she took the snowball then looked at the battle zone. There where snowballs everywhere and now teachers where coming out, but they could not stop the war. "have you figured out what I was ment befor, my little fox girl." Engel whispred into her ear so that only they could hear.
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"Yeah. So you've said." Landon sighs, and flips through the spiral.
Short songs, simple melodies danced across it's pages. Flute music, piano music, and other instrumental pieces grace it's pages. "I'll find it, eventually. Maybe when I find my polka-buddy." His expression is wry, though his eyes are happy. "So, what are you doing this afternoon?" He asks, trying to figure that out for himself. "Ouais, bird-boy, I did." She replies in her already soft voice. She may not get everything right away, but she did get them eventually. She nimbly grabs a carrot with her chopsticks and pops it into her mouth. Carrots were the vegetables of the gods, she was sure of it. |
"I am surprised it took you this long." Engel said as he jumped over the top of the bench and sat down next to her. He smiled at her and said "Well then again there are not meny of my kind out there."
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"Not news to me." She sighs, munching on an oringiri.
She continued to keep her speaking short, and simple, she hated how she sounded here, around the American-speakers. She sips her tea, which was nice and chilled, to wash down the rice. She runs a hand absently through her hair, to push a stray piece back into place. |
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