01-26-2011, 02:48 PM
'Y'huh, Pripyat is a city in Ukraine, in Europe. It's next to Russia' J'adore nodded. Pripyat, the city, had been eerie when he visited only a few wolves and other animals lived there and most stayed indoors. 'Yes, J'adore means love...' he shrugged at his name, his mother had named him, a tad soppy, but it had a nice ring to it. J'adore started to rummage in the rubble for what he need when the boy asked him what use he had of these pipes, 'I'm making a scarecrow for a friend, the pipes will hit each other in the breeze and, hopefully, make noise and scare the birds off'. He ended with a gracious smile. His smiles were generally a sign he was comfortable around you and felt you were no danger, if he was giving you the right smile however. If he was smirking or grinning manically that was probably bad. In this case it was his usual happy, with a hint of gratefulness. Pripyat spoke and the Spaniard made his way over to him, meeting him halfway. It wasn't a cylinder, but the sound it had made was the right one, but he tapped it again with his one to be sure. It made a clear, loud and metallic ringing sound; yes it was the right thing. He repeated his thoughts again for the boy, 'Yes, things like that, anything that makes that sound will do' he smiled again, in praise and general contentedly. To be honest he wasn't bothered about shape, more about sound and if the item would scare off birds if it slammed against another similar item in the wind. J'adore placed the object in the box he left on the floor, and returned to his pile of rubble to search more. 'If you need to check something, just pick something out of the box and bang them together. You know the sound they should make' he said without turning round.