Under Pressure

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 12-14-2010, 05:42 PM

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The woman had asked him if he had been to Russia before. Mars shook his head silently, and he looked down at his guitar. He continued to play his guitar while the woman went on and on and on about how they weren't murderers, and she too had picked up her own guitar and started to play along with him. The chords that she was playing had made Mars' mismatched ears twitch at first, and then they were set towards his own guitar, trying to listen to his own melody and not letting her interfere with what he was doing. She had made her point about her pack anyways, and Mars did not push the subject further, finding it stupid to try and argue his point more. Mars continued to play this song, it seeming to change pace since she had started playing, simply because she had started to play. He didn't mean to switch, to escalate in his volume, or to quicken the song up, but it had just happened by itself.

After a few more chords, she had continued to speak, telling him what he wanted to know. She was just wandering it seemed, much like himself, though he had slightly more purpose, for he had been looking for something, something that he would know what it was when he found it. Wandering, this would not be. This would be searching without knowing what you're looking for. Least, this is what Mars would argue until the edge of the earth. What pack leader did you meet? Mars asked, never looking up from his guitar as he had done so. It also never hurt to know of packs, Mars needed the knowledge of this Nova Scotia he had stumbled upon, and learning of Crimson Dreams (and it actually being a neighbor of CdM) had been great. Now he would know of the Court, Crimson Dreams, and Dahlia De Mai. Three packs so far. It was a good start. He knew that Nova Scotia was way too big for only three packs to be around, so eventually he'd be able to figure out the other ones.

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