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- Pixie Frost - 06-27-2011 [html] Powerplaying that they had discussed finding new guitars in Halifax beforehand. And Barrett’s reaction to Magic. And the fact that he’s riding Magic. Word Count: 538 As with her last trip to Halifax, Pixie was in search of something of use that she could find in the city ruins. But while her last few visits had been to simply find new clothes for winter, this one was a little more bittersweet; the silver wolf intended to replace her worn-out guitar with a new one. The old instrument had served her well this past year, from when she had first found it in a small abandoned music shop during her travels. But since then she had become a better musician, the guitar had gotten scratched up and more out of tune, and it was time her friend Skye had gotten herself her own guitar to practice on. The leader of Cercatori d’Arte had learned nearly everything about guitar playing that Pixie could teach her, having progressed much faster than the younger woman due to the fact that she was actually being taught by something other than an old handbook. Pixie planned on giving Skye her old guitar—which was still very functional despite its flaws—and finding a nicer one, if possible, in Halifax. She wasn’t expecting to just come across one in the same mint condition as Mars’s beautiful white guitar, but she was sure there had to be some sort of music store in the giant city ruins that might contain some instruments that had been preserved since the time of the humans. One other thing she wasn’t expecting was that there would be someone else traveling with her, besides Magic. As she was leaving Crimson Dreams she came across Barrett, who happened to also be going to Halifax and—wouldn’t you know—was also planning on looking for a guitar there. Pixie hadn’t talked to Barrett much beforehand, but he seemed like a nice guy—carefree and fun without being too arrogant—and she offered to give him a ride to the city. While he seemed a little hesitant about riding Magic at first, he eventually accepted the offer, though he did cling to her awkwardly the entire way there. However, Pixie didn’t mind; if anything, she found it amusing, and besides, he was kind of cute. Once they got to the outskirts of the city, Pixie continued to guide her horse through the abandoned streets in search of any sort of buildings that looked like shops. The familiar smells of other canines that had searched through the ruins greeted her nose, and eventually it lead her to a street lined with square brick buildings, all of which that looked like shops that had been rummaged through by other scavengers. “Whattaya say, Barry?” the silver wolfess asked, turning to her companion. “Should we look through these buildings first?” A little sore from being on a horse for so long, she slid somewhat clumsily off Magic and landed a little shakily on her paws. She was wearing her moccasins, as well as a ragged T-shirt and a faded, torn up pair of jeans, both of which she had found the last time she was here, but she had decided not to bring her old guitar with her like she usually did. It would mean she would have to carry two heavy instruments back. .pixieguitar-text {padding:0px 15px;} .pixieguitar p {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .pixieguitar b {color:#ff0457; font-weight:bold;} .pixieguitar {width:365px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#ffff09; background-image:url(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2927/souls49.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:330px 0px 0px 0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5a2a2a; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - Barrett - 06-30-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .barrett-zen {margin:0 auto; border:0; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-align:justify;} .barrett-zen b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; font-family:georgia,serif; font-size:11px;} .barrett-zen p {text-indent:35px; padding:0px 0px; margin:0px;} .barrett-zen .ooc {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-size:10px;} .barrett-zen .ooc .wc{opacity:0.25;filter: alpha(opacity=25) ;} </style> [/html] - Pixie Frost - 07-11-2011 [html] Word Count: 386 She stood and watched patiently for Barrett to dismount, knowing that he would most likely need some help but waiting for him to ask her for it; she knew guys his age had easily wounded prides in these sorts of situations—having to ask a girl to help them out—and besides, seeing them try to attempt whatever they were doing could have some pretty hilarious consequences, so long as she made sure they didn’t get hurt. The boy’s loud squeak made the girl erupt in laughter, and she covered her mouth to try to stifle it, but to no avail. The sight of Barry leaning against Magic with his legs far apart, with the stallion looking absolutely mortified, was too hysterical for her to hold back the giggles. “You’re just, hahaha, a little sore, hehe,” she gasped in between fits of laughter. “Try stretchin’ your, heehee, muscles out a bit, so you can walk, hahahahahahaha.” With a few deep breaths she managed to calm down as the other wolf slowly was able to stand up and walk again—and just in time, too, because Magic looked like he was about to step on Barry’s foot to get him to move. Pixie softly chuckled at the young wolf’s awkward strut, but kept her cool as she walked ahead of him, passing alongside the shops and looking through the front windows. Much of these windows were damaged, ranging from a few cracks in the glass to almost the entire sheet being destroyed, either by weather or strong Luperci with access to sharp or heavy objects. Looking through the windows, she could see that all the shops were in some state of wreckage; a few were just bare walls and floors, their contents destroyed or stolen in the several decades it had been since the humans had left. It was difficult to tell what each store’s original purpose was; even if one of them was originally a music shop, it could have had everything taken away from it. She could read now, but that wasn’t much use, since most of the signs had had their letters worn away. “See anything that looks a little like a guitar, Barry?” she asked her companion. She was nearing the end of the street, and none of the shops had looked promising. .pixie-o10 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .pixie-o10 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .pixie-o10 b {color:#D0E0F5; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .pixie-o10 {background-color:#6E7277; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/pixie.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#181A1C; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:245px 0px 10px 0px; } .pixie-o10-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Barrett - 07-16-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .barrett-zen {margin:0 auto; border:0; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-align:justify;} .barrett-zen b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; font-family:georgia,serif; font-size:11px;} .barrett-zen p {text-indent:35px; padding:0px 0px; margin:0px;} .barrett-zen .ooc {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-size:10px;} .barrett-zen .ooc .wc{opacity:0.25;filter: alpha(opacity=25) ;} </style> [/html] - Pixie Frost - 07-24-2011 [html] XD And now I’ve been browsing TV Tropes for so long for RP ideas that I’m actually using the term “berserk button.” Word Count: 525 The silver girl was glad Barrett didn’t take her mocking too seriously. Some wolves did, especially big tough guys with easily-wounded prides, and on more than a few occasions she had suffered from hitting their berserk button. Pixie admittedly judged people a lot by their sense of humor, and so the dark wolf automatically was favored in her eyes once she could see that he was as light-hearted as she was. And as much of a klutz as she could sometimes be. “D’aw, don’t make me feel sorry for you,” whimpered Pixie, grinning as she played along with Barry pretending to be offended. “And did I really?” she asked. “Because that part’s pretty easy. But yeah, it does feel a little funny, dismounting a horse after you’ve been riding for a while. But I’ve been riding for almost as long as I could shift into two-legged form—it’s very natural for me.” She glanced and snickered at Magic, who glared at the boy as he patted the stallion but didn’t do any harm to him. “He was the first horse I learned to ride. I’ve traveled a lot and borrowed a few horses every now and then, but he’s the only one that’s stuck with me from the very beginning.” She glanced down at the palm of her hand; the mark had grown fainter and fainter as time went by, and some fur had grown over it, making it impossible for anyone but her to see it unless they stuck their face right in front of it. She was about to go around the opposite corner when her companion pointed towards the opposite side of the street. Pixie had seen stores like that before; they were filled with shelves of circular disks contained in bright, artistic packages, often with pictures of humans on them, and supposedly these disks somehow could play music. She had no idea how such a thing could occur, but she wasn’t thinking to much about that now; she was too preoccupied with the store next to the one Barry was pointing to. “Hey, that’s…that’s a violin!” she shouted, running towards the glass window. She recognized the guitar-like instrument because of Jazper showing his own violin to her. Pixie never really got the point of them—why would you make the strings practically screech with a stick when you could just lightly pluck them with your fingers?—but she knew that, where there were violins, there were bound to be guitars. Just from looking through the foggy, scratched-up glass, she could see various other instruments: a piano, a few clarinets, a whole set of drums…surely a guitar had to be somewhere in the mix. “C’mon, let’s go inside!” she said, heading towards the door. But she soon realized that was much better said than done; she couldn’t get the door open, no matter how much she shoved at it or twisted the knob. It wasn’t locked, but it had somehow gotten slightly unhinged and was now stuck oddly into the frame. “Help me out here. It’s jammed, but if we both push hard enough, we might be able to push it down.” .pixiemusic1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#1F211E; letter-spacing:.0px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #EDDFC0; } .pixiemusic1-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right; } .pixiemusic1 p {text-indent:20px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .pixiemusic1 {margin:0 auto; width:466px; background-color:#7882A2; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... emusic.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #2A2C37; padding: 270px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#151717; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Barrett - 08-03-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .barrett-zen {margin:0 auto; border:0; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-align:justify;} .barrett-zen b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; font-family:georgia,serif; font-size:11px;} .barrett-zen p {text-indent:35px; padding:0px 0px; margin:0px;} .barrett-zen .ooc {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; border-bottom:1px dotted rgba(0,0,0,0.3); font-size:10px; line-height:11px;opacity:0.5;filter: alpha(opacity=50) ;} .barrett-zen .ooc .wc{opacity:0.5;filter: alpha(opacity=50) ;} .barrett-zen .wotd {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000;border-bottom:1px dotted rgba(0,0,0,0.2);} </style> [/html] - Pixie Frost - 08-13-2011 [html] Haha yes, it was fun :3 Mild powerplay in that Barrett also pushed on the door, but that’s kind of a “well, duh” thing, isn’t it? Word Count: 528 Pixie smirked at Barrett’s joke. “Of course I do,” she said sarcastically. “Never mind the fact that you were the one cuddling me. But mainly I just need your help.” Normally she wouldn’t be in such a hurry, but she was eager to explore the music shop, and she wasn’t about to let some cocky young wolf delay her from doing so. Especially when this was his mission as well, to find a new guitar to play. They needed to help each other out if they were going to get home to Crimson Dreams by nightfall. Besides, she had been to Halifax a few times before, and every time she felt like not all the people who passed through here were friendly. That coyote she had met her first time in the city hadn’t seemed particularly nice, even if she did share her bottle of alcohol with the silver wolf. Pixie was surprised they even managed to have a relatively decent conversation, what with the coyote’s prejudice towards Pixie’s kind. Fortunately, as she had learned later, not all Inferni coyotes were like that. Still, that didn’t shake away her uneasiness about coming across any unfriendly canines in Halifax. She had to lean up against the side of the doorframe as much as she could for Barry to squeeze in beside her, and even then they were uncomfortably squashed together. The silver fae was tactful enough to not address it, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible without causing any more awkwardness between the two of them. She nodded her head and muttered along with her companion’s countdown, using her whole body to push on the door with as much force as she could muster when he said “three.” With the combined strength of both of them, the old wooden frame gave way and, with a creak, fell through into the shop, hitting the floor with a crash and causing several large cracks to form on the wood. “Hmm, that was easy enough,” she remarked, stepping gingerly into the shop and coughing a little at the large amount of dust that had risen into the air from the fallen door. “Wow—cough cough—look at this place.” Every service seemed to be covered with a least an inch of dust and dirt; cobwebs hung from every possible corner, and a nestful of spiders scurried across the decaying wooden floor, disturbed by the vibrations caused by the crash. As she walked around, she was careful not to step on any of the rusty nails that were scattered across the floor, while at the same time marveling at the rows of instruments that lined each wall. Seeing that there were no guitars among them, her eyes fell on a door at the back wall, leading to a room that was much darker due to the lack of light. Stepping over several broken violas on the floor, she reached up and brushed the dust that covered the sign above the door; her face lit up when she read the unmistakable words GUITAR ROOM. “Looks like we’ve found what we’re looking for, Barry,” she said brightly, stepping into the room. .pixiemusic1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#1F211E; letter-spacing:.0px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #EDDFC0; } .pixiemusic1-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right; } .pixiemusic1 p {text-indent:20px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .pixiemusic1 {margin:0 auto; width:466px; background-color:#7882A2; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... emusic.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #2A2C37; padding: 270px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#151717; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Barrett - 09-03-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .barrett-zen {margin:0 auto; border:0; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-align:justify;} .barrett-zen b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; font-family:georgia,serif; font-size:11px;} .barrett-zen p {text-indent:35px; padding:0px 0px; margin:0px;} .barrett-zen .ooc {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; border-bottom:1px dotted rgba(0,0,0,0.3); font-size:10px; line-height:11px;opacity:0.5;filter: alpha(opacity=50) ;} .barrett-zen .ooc .wc{opacity:0.5;filter: alpha(opacity=50) ;} .barrett-zen .wotd {border-bottom:1px dotted #000000;border-bottom:1px dotted rgba(0,0,0,0.2);} </style> [/html] |