Bye Bye Beautiful

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 04-05-2011, 02:41 PM

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OOC: forward Dated Apr 18th please. The end of last month was insane for Mars and i figured you wanted a thread with the actual brother personality since the other two would have probably ended up bad. +5 This is for for little brother.

Mars had noticed that distance that Krystalle had put between the two. He did not wake up next to the woman anymore. In a way, it had been weird. The last time he had woken up in his bed, he'd almost expected her to be there but when he rolled over, his bed was completely empty. It was a surprise and Mars almost had to wonder f her and Bartholomew also got in a fight since he already knew that Krystalle had been pissed off at the Mars personality. He tried not to think about the woman and her anger, but that's really all that plagued his mind besides the missing Orin. He worried that she was not safe, and he always did have the urge to go out and try and find her, but her scent had faded from the packlands from now, and Mars found that trying to leave and find her to be tedious. If someone would accompany him he'd feel more inclined to try harder. He felt bad about her missing though, and he yearned to find her. He planned on leaving soon to find her though. Since no one else would try. Or maybe he already did try, that's why he couldn't remember the last few days. He remembered being at home with Krystalle a few days ago, but then after that, he couldn't remember anything. He figured it might have been a transition to Bartholomew that lasted a few days, but why would Krystalle still be acting off if they were all peachy-keen?

Mars sat on his porch this morning with his guitar on his lap, and he was sitting there, a cigarette in his mouth (he was stressed out because Orin wasn't back and Krystalle had done a good job at flipping Mars world upside down) and he would strum his guitar while he was smoking to keep a mood going. His sunglasses covered his eyes, and something that Mars was beginning to realize was that his hair was really starting to grow out because his bangs were starting to fall down in front of his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he had cut his hair, and he was sure it wasn't him who cut it, but Bartholomew because of the fact that Bart liked to also keep his hair short. Mars could deal with short or long, which was why he didn't deal with the hair too often. Covered steel eyes would look down at his guitar as he continued to strum. Soon, his sheep would wander up to his porch and Mars would look out at the amber-eyed black sheep. He said nothing to the hoofed animal before it would approach Mars and give a baa to him. Mars just gave it a look and continued to play his guitar. The only break he would take from the guitar was to ash his cigarette or to tune the guitar that had gotten slightly out of tune over the days of it just sitting there (since he had not been around, both Hurricane and Bartholomew had nothing to do with the guitar) without being played or anything. Poor little white guitar. At least Hurricane didn't smash it or anything. Mars might have had a cow if he found his guitar smashed.

Iliya Rurik Russo · 04-23-2011, 09:44 PM

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wc 364. sorry for the waaaaaaiiiitt. WONT HAPPEN AGAIN.

Today was a special day. It was two days before he was officially four months. He was getting older every day and was becoming much more hard for Adrian to look after without him running off or bothering some stranger that might not be friendly to him. Or asking him tons of questions about the stars that he couldn't answer and only gave simple, unimpressive replies to. Often Adrian awoke to not find the young pup anywhere and he'd panic until he stumbled upon him sitting in a clearing looking at the night sky or playing in a river in the morning. He tried to tell him that it was unsafe to wander off, but the boy's attention span was short and he was too curious to just sit there and stare at the ceiling when he couldn't sleep.

And today was one of those days where he wandered off from his large caretaker the first chance he got. Today he didn't stop when he found a river to frolic in(although he did play in it for a while), he continued on and on until he heard the wondrous sounds of some instrument he'd never heard before. The young Russian's curiosity of was piqued and he ran toward the sound. He slowed to a stop when he saw a black sheep standing in front of a larger male sitting on the front porch of of his home in the little town the pack lands boasted. Adrian hadn't found a house here yet, although he was sure there were plenty for them to check out. And he hadn't been in the city but once his whole time in Cercatori d'Arte, so this was a good chance to explore it again and meet someone new. And their sheep.

Iliya ran up to the brown-haired optime, quickly breaking personal boundaries and intruding on the stranger's personal space. He was right there next to him and propped himself up on Mars' leg to peer in awe at the guitar before looking up at him to play a chord again. His tail wagged excitedly behind him and his blue eyes peered between the acoustic instrument and its player.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 04-30-2011, 11:53 AM

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OOC: +3

If you gain the world by trading your soul, remember you'll reap just what you sow. There's no one left to save you noooowwww. You'll get what you deserve, your own place in heeeeellll. the man sang along with his guitar strumming, his voice going along rather nicely with the way the guitar was played by his fingers. If he wanted to, he could have been a singer, and he knew that with the powerful voice he had, he could easily outsing some of the other wolvens that were singers in the pack, but he never did find himself wanting to deal with them. He'd rather be him, and do what he does with his guitar than to be involved with the drama of singing with some other wolf. There were times that Mars had his own drama though,but he figured that he needed no other added stress since it had come to his attention some time earlier this month that he was going to be a father. He sighed lightly as he realized this again. He felt bad about what had happened, yet the woman had not explained to him what exactly happened. She only told him that "It's not Bartholomew's" and Mars knew it wasn't his, because he would have remembered doing that to the woman. She failed to tell him who it was though, even though he had asked her. He hadn't brought it up again yet. He was nervous about talking about it with her, and he could imagine that she would be to. Maybe after she had their children he could spring the question.

He didn't miss his mark to begin singing again, and his mouth opened, and his voice finally rang out. Loooost your waaaayyyy, it made you change, it made you dark but ooooonce uuuupooooon a time you spooooooooke with your heart. the man sung before he was surprised by the presence of a small puppy. The boy had come up and rudely put his little paws on Mars' leg. Mars opened his eyes and then jumped back, his fingers stopped strumming and his mismatched ears fell flat on his head. He licked his lips nervously, and then he just looked at the being through his dark sunglasses. uhm...Who are you? the man asked, his head cocking to the right slightly, his fingers already stopped and didn't look like they were going to continue just yet. Not until Mars knew that this puppy was not just him going more insane.

Iliya Rurik Russo · 04-30-2011, 01:50 PM

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wc; 329

Iliya was in awe when he heard the stranger singing. Adrian had sang to him plenty(and he adored the man's voice so much), but he'd never heard anyone else sing before. Besides himself and Adrian, he didn't know anyone else here could sing. And he didn't feel rude at all for totally bursting Mars' personal space bubble. Soon though, his presence caused the singing to come to a quick halt before attention was brought to the young gray pup. He gave a somewhat confused look to the stranger before letting out a little whine and outstretching a paw to swipe gently at the guitar. "Slushatʹ bolʹshe!" he yipped happily, all but ignoring the question he heard but didn't understand.

He gingerly, and very carefully, ran his paw across the strings of the guitar, causing them to hum lightly. Iliya grinned and whined with delight, shifting his weight on Mars' leg. He was about a second away from just crawling into the male's lap, but he stopped himself because, well, he knew better than that at least. He anxiously bobbed in place, looking to Mars with an innocent puppy smile, tail wagging away hopefully. Would he play more? Maybe not. He wished he would, though.

"Igraĭ, igraĭ, igraĭ!" Iliya pleaded with a pathetic smile meant to try and be so cute that Mars wouldn't be able to resist and would humor him some more. That is, if Mars even spoke Russian. Something Iliya didn't even consider yet; Adrian knew Russian, so he figured everyone else did. He was just a child still. Perhaps smart beyond his time, but could be considered lagging behind since he refused to learn and use English. Maybe one day he'd give up and learn; that's what a lot of people around here knew and it'd help him a lot to learn it. He hoped maybe that this guy would know he was speaking Russian and know it himself so they could actually talk.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 05-03-2011, 11:17 PM

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OOC: +5

When the child spoke to him, they were not English words, this was for sure. Mars was able to recognize the accent as Russian so he figured the words were also Russian. He cocked his head at the little wolven, and looked him in the eyes that matched his own. The child looked slightly familiar and it almost confused Mars. Sadly, Mars did not understand the Russian that the boy was speaking to him, and it pretty much was just yips and barks to him. He sighed lightly before he had looked at the kid who looked at the guitar and then he pawed at the guitar strings, making them hum lightly and then the boy looked back up at Mars, who looked back down at the boy with a surprised look on his face, still unbelieving that there was an actual puppy that looked strangely like his father, and spoke Russian. Where did this child come from? They didn't have any pups in D'Arte at the moment, and if they did then they had been kept under wraps. His housemate being pregnant and then this child showing up, and him being insane already had to make him doubt his sanity more because of the 'illusion' that was place in front of him. The child felt real though since he was speaking and he was touching Mars. He also realized that the child wanted him to play some more music.

uhm...okay... he spoke quietly before he had looked down at his guitar and he had thought about where he was in his song, and once he realized where he had stopped, he played a dramatic chord to get him going and he eased himself back into the song. If you gain the world by trading your soul, remember you'll reap just what you sow. There's no one left to save you noooowwww. You'll get what you deserve, your own place in heeeeeeeellll. he sang this chorus again before he had played himself some more chords and he had continued still to sing to the little puppy that he really didn't know if it was him just going even more insane with the new stress of him becoming a father. Blinded by big city lights, I'm not saving you tonight, I know that's what you live fooooooor. You'd rather die than end a fight, rather suffer than be right, I know that's what you live for, I know that's what you live foooooooorrr.... the man continued to sing, his voice powerful when he dragged out the notes, the masculine man's throat. His song was soon to come to an end though, and when it did, he looked at the child. He could only wonder where he came from.

No English? the man asked the child, wondering if he knew any English at all. Too bad that Rurik wasn't around to teach Mars, and the only Russian half brother that he had pretty much didn't want anything to do with him. Sad day indeed. Mars could have definitely used the knowledge of his father's homeland right now.

Iliya Rurik Russo · 05-08-2011, 02:22 AM

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Iliya, having been so young when he was pawned off by his dear uncle, could hardly remember Rurik and Kiska. He could only really remember Adrian as far back as he possibly could. Every once and a while he'd dream of strange faces that he didn't know, but those would be his parents. As such, if he met a relative that, like he, resembled Rurik or the general Russo populous, he wouldn't recognize them. But Mars here didn't quite fit that bill to begin with. The only similarity between them were the icy eyes. But even he didn't really notice that. It wasn't often he saw himself in a reflection. And he was much too young to think there could maybe be some connection there. Who would from simply that? Plenty of people had the same color eyes

When Mars understood his request(it was really a puppy demand), Iliya bounced where he was upon Mars' leg, absolutely beaming when the older male found his place in the song and continued. The words were nothing but pure gibberish for the most part. Maybe one or two would stick out, but he didn't understand them when put together in sentences like that. Showed how much attention he paid to Adrian in those many English lessons. He was so excited by the music and the singing that he nearly crawled into the Russo's lap completely and planted himself there. It was with little restraint that he did. But not for long.

He couldn't help himself when he finally did climb his way completely into Mars' personal space, squeezing and planting himself down between the guitar and Mars' stomach. Iliya had never heard of 'stranger danger'. He had absolutely no reason not to trust this guy. He'd been so nice as to entertain him. So obviously it was completely safe to crawl into his lap, cause every stranger would appreciate that.

The question he understood because it was simple enough, and he learned those two words quickly from Adrian. "Nyet," he said with a shake of his head, peering up at Mars with big, curious icy blue eyes. "Ya Iliya," he said with an innocent grin. If he ever wanted to really socialize with people, he'd need to learn the universal language here. He liked Mars, and he was already disappointed knowing he wouldn't understand the half of what he was saying. His smart little mind picked up some stuff from his lessons though, so maybe he could get through this decently. Despite his totally awkward social skills.

Sooner or later he'd learn that crawling into someone's lap and planting yourself there wasn't really the polite and accepted thing to do. But for now he'd remain ignorantly innocent.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 05-14-2011, 12:12 AM

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ooc: this crusty old thread will be done soon. EVEN IF IT KILLS ME! we can fade to black soon and then we start another thread? Uhm, did you want me to start that one too or did you want to start that one? +3

Mars was rather disturbed as the child wiggled his way up into his lap, putting himself between Mars' stomach and the back of the beautiful white guitar. Mars' icy blue eyes were wide, almost like dinnerplates as he looked at the Russian child. Seriously, where the hell did this pup come from? Mars frowned at the child, but did not move to correct him. Instead, Mars taken his hand to the puppy's large ears,where he had just batted them lightly, playfully. The boy had answered Mars, apparently knowing the simple question that had passed his lips. The boy would continue to speak, saying the name Iliya and 'ya' before it. Mars was confused slightly, but he figured that the boy was saying that his name was Iliya?

My name is Mars Russo. the man spoke to the boy, placing his hand on his chest. Mars then cocked his head lightly to the boy and then opened his mouth to speak again. Where you live? he asked, trying to be as simple with his words as he could be. Mars wished that the child knew more english than just random words. He wondered how long he had been around in Nova Scotia if the child only knew Russian. Or maybe his parents just didn't teach the child english, maybe he was born here. Mars didn't know, the child was a mystery as of right now. Maybe the child could take him to his parents, so that he could find out about this kid maybe. Mars looked at the child who's eyes matched his own, and matched their fathers. Who your mam? Papa? Mars went on to ask the child, hoping that he understood what he had said to him. Mars put his guitar to the side and he had his full attention on the child who was on his lap. He was still hoping that he was not going even more insane and this child just being a figment of his imagination.

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Iliya Rurik Russo · 05-17-2011, 01:51 AM

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The young Russian boy was delighted when he wasn't shoved out of Mars' lap or met with a glare or anger. He was comfortable where he was and decided that, aside from Adrian, this guy was his new best friend. He was cool. He looked so badass and could sing and knew how to play guitar! He liked anyone who knew how to sing like he and Adrian. He didn't understand why Adrian didn't sing more or show off his skills, he was so awesome. So it was refreshing to see someone who wasn't too shy. Even if he was just a tad awkward, thinking he was going insane and that this pup was a new figment of his crazy imagination. But Liya was very, very real.

The little boy giggled when the older man reached over and gently flicked his ear and he wiggled where he was, only to stop when he heard the male's name. Mars Russo---Russo-- Iliya knew that name. That was his name. Not the Mars part, but the Russo part. There was very, very little chance this was some other Russo family. Iliya sat up abruptly, staring up at Mars with a surprised expression that wiped off his excited little smile for a moment. But it quickly returned and the young pup seemed very excited, but he didn't speak yet. He allowed Mars to finish his simple questioning, in short sentences he was able to mostly understand with some clarity.

"Live... with... Adrian! He papa," he said, finally giving up and speaking in his broken English with such a heavy Russian accent that it would likely make it somewhat hard for the older male to understand what he said. "Papa Adrian. Nyet mam." He never knew a mother, never had a mother-figure in his life. Adrian was pretty much his only family. But then he remembered Mars' last name.... "Iliya Rurik Russo!" he squeaked his name as he twisted around on Mars' lap to prop himself up on the male's chest to look him better in the face. "Me." He nodded, giving a big grin.

The only thing he had when he had met Adrian was his name-- which his Uncle had so graciously given the stranger who had been forced to buy the pup off him in order to save him. God only knows where Iliya would've ended up had Adrian not come along and done what he did. "Mars Russo... Liya Russo!" He yipped excitedly, bouncing on Mars. Good thing he was still small enough not to just crush the older male. Was he family? How in the world did he have family all the way over in the new place? And he'd drag Adrian to meet this male as soon as possible. Adrian would like him, he was sure. He was a friend... he was family.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 05-22-2011, 08:20 PM

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OOC: Last post and this is closed now. +3

The boy's words were spread out, but he seemed to understand what he had been asking for. Some man named Adrian was the boy's 'papa' but he declined having a mother. That had been slightly weird to the male, but he figured that something must have happened to his mother or something. The boy then would speak a name. Iliya Rurik Russo and the name set off a bulb in his head and his eyes widened lightly. The child was a Russo. He was confused about the child's relation to him now since the child had pulled his father's name out of the air. It made sense that the child was from Russia since he spoke russian to Mars mostly. The child then would get excited about the two being related. Mars was rather disturbed because he did not know the relation of the child to him. He could only imagine where the gray, blue eyed pup came from. Could the child be another brother? did Rurik have another litter recently in Russia? He was gone long enough for it to happen, but that didn't explain why Rurik and this Iliya were not together.

Iliya, bring Adrian here tomorrow morning, okay? Mars asked of the child, trying to get the pup to bring his 'papa' here to him so he could ask the child's guardian where Iliya had come from. Mars couldn't help but wonder if he was going more insane now, because either this pup really was here and related to him, or he was just going crazy. He hoped that Iliya wasn't just a hallucination. He hoped that if there was any god that he would have mercy and make this new person real instead of just a figment of his imagination that wants to get him into all kinds of kid-like trouble. That was the last thing that Mars needed.

OOC ending: Iliya understands and Mars shoos him off back home and then Mars goes back in his house and makes his tea and then when Krystalle comes home he talks to her about meeting the child.

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