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Post by Isola on Apr 9, 2010 17:20:50 GMT 1
Isola was wearing clean clothes for once, she had found a long sleeved black top and black skirt while searching for pennies at a nearby laundromat, she stuffed the old clothes her big, red leather bag.
Then she was walking around with her head in the clouds as usual when she suddenly realized that she had gone down to the subway and instead of asking herself what she was doing there,
she sat down at a nearby bench and stared at the person sitting next to her,
tilted her head, smiled and slowly whispered:
Sometimes I think you’re straight!
Sometimes I think you’re gay!
Sometimes I think you’re bisexual!
I change my mind every day!
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Post by Balthazar on Apr 9, 2010 20:30:56 GMT 1
Balthazar was on his way home from a meeting with his bank, one of those necessary but oh, so boring meetings, and he had chosen to take the tube for a change. He had sent his chauffeur home and headed down to the tube. There he sat down waiting for the train on a bench.
He had put up his hair up in a tail, a futile attempt to keep his anonymity, since he almost always had his hair lose at concerts and photo shoots. To try to ad to the disguise, he had put on a simple black hat, something he never wore, but now he felt like a stereotypical famous person that tries to get around unnoticed. He felt really ridiculous.
The rest of his attire consisted of a pair of black trousers and a black shirt with a blood red, velvet coat over.
He hadn't been sitting on that bench for long before a girl come and sat down next to him. Her look was really unusual with the white hair, and she sat there staring at him. He did not look back at her though. He ignored her, and hoped that she would do the same to him. He really wasn't in the mood for hysterical fans right now. Though she didn't seem to be one of those.
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Post by Isola on Apr 9, 2010 23:25:33 GMT 1
Isola observed that the person ignored her, which was common for her odd behavior and strange ways of communicating.
It didn´t become her and instead she noticed it was a man, he had very pale skin but there was something else with the man Isola couldn´t put her finger on, like a wolf in sheep clothes.
It looks like a sheep but you know it´s not.
She turned her head forward and looked at all the shadows people cast as they walked by.
To Isola all the shadows made fascinating figures and hypnotized her.
Her eyes are underneath the ground
I have heard the crying sound
Then she woke up from her trance, rose from the bench and walked towards the trainrail but stopped right at the edge of the platform and there she realized what the man was.
Isola turned around to the man, she took two pennies from her pocket, walked over to him and placed the coins at his feet.
For the ferry.
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Post by Balthazar on Apr 10, 2010 9:37:49 GMT 1
Balthazar could read the girl's mind, and understood that she knew there were something strange about him, but not reading more deep into her mind, he just figured that it was all the rumors about him that made her think that. He cursed his stupid disguise and took of the hat, holding it in his hands.
When the girl went over to the edge of the platform, without the train had arrived, Balthazar looked up slightly at her, reading all of her mind, to see if she intended to jump. But no, she did not. Instead she had realized that Balthazar was a vampire, and she turned around, walking over to him with two pennies that she laid at his feet. Balthazar looked down at the pennies, and then up to Isola, not knowing what to say.
Balthazar shook of the strange feeling and tried to make her doubt her feeling.
He laid the hat beside him on the bench and picked up the pennies, and held them out for her to take.
"Little girl, I'm not dead."
Balthazar smiled slightly, a bit demeaning, like one would to a crazy person.
"I think you need these more than I do."
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Post by Isola on Apr 10, 2010 14:48:35 GMT 1
When the man tried to fool her about him not being dead, Isola got confused, then the man tried to give her the coins back, she looked at the pennies and shook her head.
It was a polite gesture from her side, so that he could go to the other side where he belonged.
"Well, I'm not dead, am I?"
She hissed between her teeth, stared at the man and the abruptly turned away.
Stupid undead, she thought. He tried to trick her to take his cursed money..
But still he didn´t seem like one who would do that, he perhaps just wanted to be friendly and give her the pennies she actually needed.
Probably more than him since he didn't want to cross over.
Or did vampires cross over? Did they even have a soul?
Isola turned around so she stood face to face against him and really looked at him.
There was no doubt about it, he´s wasn´t human, she had seen his kind before.
"You don´t fool me, bloodsucker.
By the way my name is Isola.
Who are you?"
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Post by Balthazar on Apr 10, 2010 16:17:40 GMT 1
Balthazar laughed kindly at her question and shook his head slightly. What a strange girl she was.
"No, you certainly am not dead, but I think you need the money more than I do."
Balthazar understood that she was just being polite by giving him, what she thought, a certain passage over to the other side, but he would never reveal what he was. Had he been more good at telepathy, he would have made her believe him that way, but now that wasn't his greater strength, so his charm and persuasiveness would have to do.
When the girl started to hiss at him, Balthazar frowned, thinking she was really rude. When she turned away from him, he raised an eyebrow, but put it down again when she again faced him.
"Bloodsucker? You think I'm a vampire. Like Dracula?"
He shook his head again, trying to respond to her strange comment as if he were a human.
"No, I am no Dracula. I'm..."
Balthazar didn't want to use his own name.
"I'm Stephen."
Balthazar took the girl's hand and put the pennies in it. He had fed earlier that evening, so he wasn't that cold it would startle a person. Although she already knew what he was, him being very cold wouldn't be to his advantage in his attempt to make her believe him in saying he wasn't dead.
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Post by Isola on Apr 11, 2010 18:24:29 GMT 1
Her first reaction was to pull away when the man put the coins in her hand, but she didn't.
It would have seemed rude and unkind, besides she liked his touch, it had been far too long since she feelt a human touch. Well he wasn´t human but it was still somekind of contact.
"No,no, you´re not Dracula, but you´re no Stephen either.."
Isola pulled her unwashed and unbrushed hair away from her eyes and her face was lit up by a wide smile.
She liked his eager attempts to cover up what he was, the harder he tried the more she saw what he really was and as a crazy person, she saw the thing others didn´t.
And why was he trying so hard to hide what he was anyway, who would believe her if she said it to someone else?
She was after all a.. lunatic. Isola smiled broad again at the word "lunatic" and looked at the man in the red velvet coat.
"I like you, vampire.."
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Post by Balthazar on Apr 12, 2010 12:56:07 GMT 1
Balthazar could feel Isola first pulling away, but then changing her mind. He let go of her hands and looked up to see how many minutes it was 'till the train arrived. 3 minutes.
He looked at Isola again to answer her.
"I'm must certainly a Stephen, but no vampire, I have no idea where you could get such an idea from."
Balthazar shook his head and put on his hat again, looking at the tunnel, waiting for the train.
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Post by Isola on Apr 12, 2010 22:14:58 GMT 1
"I only have to look at your glass-like fingernails, your pale skin and pale eyes.
AND! I bet that if you smile I can see a hint of those pointy-
teeth!"
She said and sounded a bit hurt, but if he didn´t want to talk to her and if he thought she was annoying,
well then she wouldn´t be in his way.
No, she would never talk to that man again. No, never, ever, never. Ever!
She shook her head and felt the irritaion grow and then it was replaced by a sadnesss.
Isola looked at the man one last time and mumbled before she walked away towards the stairs:
"The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
What comes is better than what came before.. "
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Post by Balthazar on Apr 13, 2010 16:42:43 GMT 1
Balthazar just smiled at Isola, not giving her any other respond than that, and as she walked away, the train arrived, so he stood up and went over, not looking back. He felt sorry for her, but to him she was just another human, and there were too many poor people in the world for him to care about right now.
At the moment all he could think about was Devils at Dawn. He was soon to begin with the auditions, and he almost regretted he had announced that is was HE who searched for band members.
The doors to the train opened and a big crowd of people stepped out. This could take ages.
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Post by Isola on Apr 17, 2010 11:56:07 GMT 1
Just as Isola reached first step of the stairs she remembered why she went down to the tube.
She turned around and sat down at the wall, just at the feet of the stairs and took out a bundle from her big red bag.
Gently and quickly she began to unpack the bundle and unraveld a white violin and laid out her bag on the ground so that the people passing by could put coins in it.
And as soon as she felt the weight of the violin on her shoulder and the bow on the strings the memories came back to her. How she learned to play it when she was 6 years old and that she specifically wanted a white violin.
When she played on it, it was as if nothing else existed, only she and the sweet sound that came directly from her heart to her arm and fingers.
She put all of her soul into it and it was the only time Isola was sane and coherent.
Then she looked up...
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Post by Balthazar on Apr 17, 2010 13:03:40 GMT 1
Balthazar sensed that Isola changed her mind about going up, and turning back. Waiting for the people to exit the train, he turned around and watched as Isola took a violin out of her bag and started to play. It sounded good.
People were starting to enter the train, and just before the last ones went on, Balthazar went over to Isola, took out a pen from his breast pocket, and took a piece of paper he found on the ground. On it he wrote:
Savoy
Saturday
Ask for Devils at Dawn
Balthazar smiled and went on the train just before the doors closed.
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