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 Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 2:44 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana  Ariana was shocked when he poked her back, and she danced away from him just before Ivan shut out the rest of the light, giggling.
"hey...I bet under that tin can you're squishy." She said playfully, then turning and paying attention to Ivan. She didn't intend to eat. she waited until he was done talking, slightly jumping in surprise as he brushed past her. She tilted her head, listening to what Ivan was doing in the other room, and she smiled, closing her eyes. Music...Oh god. The joy that soared through her brought tears stinging to her eyes, and she was glad Ivan had blocked out all the light. She listened to the music, fighting the urge to sing. The sound of the violin, she could match words, easily match tunes, compliment the noise. And words, so many came to mind, flowing together withing her mind easily, forming lyrics of a new song, easily as she could breath. She found the wall, and slid down it. She did not sing with him, but she caught herself humming the words she was feeling for the music he played softly.
Music...that was a rare, rare thing nowadays. It had once been her entire life. She had once not been able to imagine her life without it, and not that such a thing was the case, this small bit of music, just being able to hum freely, like she so rarely got to do now a days. Perhaps tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 3:04 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch...  Let...none...survive... As Ivan closed the window Ulrik watched darkness meaning nothing to his altered eyes. this was an interesting day to say the least but it has been better than most. Today I shall have a treat. he thought as he pulled out a bar of chocolate. REAL hershies chocolate. as a filter in his face plate alowwing him to slide food in. not that he needed to anyways he could go 2 weeks without anything. sustained by the suit alone. but he felt like this was the right time for it. while he was thinking about it he taped the girl on the shoulder offering some of the food. it was rare to hear anything happy anymore that sound was nice tho 
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 3:26 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк Ivan's nose caught the unmistakable scent of chocolate. If he could smell it, there was a chance they could, too. But, given the strange turn of events today, he was willing to let them have their small bits of solace. His was his music. He pulled more melodies from his violin, the sound accompanied by a soft humming, no doubt the woman, as he did not think the man gave in to such trappings. No military member those days would. That was was separated him from them. He was not military, but he had learned to live among them, fight among them, and fight them. But he was a civilian. He believed in peace, and was willing to have peace at all cost. For now, that peace meant allowing these two to share his home. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 3:46 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana When she was tapped on her shoulder, and offered chocolate. she shook her head.
"Thanks, but no thank you. Unfortunately, I am allergic to cocoa." she said in a soft voice. She stood up then and looked into the doorway. Her eyes were slowly adjusting, and she watched the outline of Ivan playing. She gestured to the man.
"He might like some though." she said softly. Walking to Ivan, she sat on the floor in front of him, tucking her knees up to her chest. Some of the tunes he played, and mixed into is playing she recognized, some she did not, and wondered if he made it up as he went along.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 3:56 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... He wraped what was left and tossed it at Ivan. "eat if you like Ivan," he said the chokolate ripping horrid memorys from the past. he knew better than that but why had he still eaten it.
he stood there lissening to the music for a while then he unslung his rifle. Unloading it and the masterKey. and resetting the rounds in the mags
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 4:20 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк Ivan did not react when Shadow tossed the chocolate at him, letting it land on the cot. He doubted he would touch it tonight, but he may save it for a later date when a quick boost of energy was needed. What he did react to, though, was the woman, Primrose, seating herself in front of him. He faltered a bit, then stopped altogether; he was not used to having an audience. After a moment, though, he closed his light blue eyes, unable to meet her intense purple gaze. He placed the bow back on the strings and drew forth a soft note, then another, and another, until what issued from the instrument was an entirely new song, completely new to the world.
"My grandfather told me that music is the a window to the soul, one that can be looked through by many people at once. It can carry joy, pain, memories, hope for the future..." The song took a darker tune as he spoke, projecting the memories he held of his time at war with the world, the notes telling of the blood he'd shed, the men he'd killed, the men he'd held as they choked on their own blood, desperate for one last sweet breath. It spoke of why he chose solitude, of the night, years ago, when he lost faith in man altogether.
He had just brought food and water to refugees in a bombed-out building in Pripyat, smiling and reassuring the children there that he would return with more food, possibly even candy if he could find some. Leaving the shelter, he was making his way down the street when a platoon of Russian soldiers entered the square. Ivan took cover beneath the rusted hulk of a tank as they passed. He watched in horror as they kicked in doors, searching for resistance. The found the shelter. The shot the sentry, ripping his body apart with far more bullets than were necessary. Then, all of the soldiers gathered outside the entrance and tossed in their incendiary devices. Fire erupted from the entrance, filling the street with thick, black smoke. After the soldiers moved on, Ivan rushed to the shelter, desperate to free those trapped inside. He could hear the screams, the wailing of frightened children and he threw aside burning debris. His hands were burned and bloody, his eyes and lungs burned with smoke when the roof collapsed, silencing all but the roar of the fire and Ivan's own pained screams. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 4:40 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana When Ivan stopped, she felt sadness grip her as the beautiful music faded into silence, the only sound was Shadow tending to his guns. When Ivan closed his eyes though, and moved the bow back, she smiled a bit, closing her eyes, listening to the song, her arms wrapping around her legs. When Ivan spoke, she half opened her purple eyes, interest rising in her.
"My grandfather once told me that music the A Window to the soul, one that can be looked through by many people at once. It can carry joy, pain, memories, hope for the future..." The song grew dark, intense. She closed her eyes, and rocked back and forth, the sound making her heart race, fear, and most potently, sadness rip through her. She knew he was playing, something from the heart now, nothing rehearsed, simply music made from the soul of things he'd suffered. She was not surprised when she felt tears fall down her cheeks. She put her legs down and put her hands to her face, wiping away the tears, taking in a small ragged breath.
"I was told much the same thing by my agent...the first day I stepped out onto the stage." she said in her soft voice.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 4:54 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... Shadow stoped "thats where I remember you. your ariana leana. Rising star here in the states. interesting" he said before going back to his guns. "and you the violin in the dark, I herd of you in Pripyat. Stoped an entire russian Infantry Battalion with that rifle of yours . untill Armor moved in. yea Ivan Simonov. not supprised that someone like you servived. he said chukling
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:07 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк As she spoke, Ivan heard a buried pain in her voice. His music changed, still dark, but it was now a song that conveyed a sense of hope, of life in a dark world. He opened his eyes and looked at her, his music slowly coming out of the dark, becoming lighter, rising like the morning sun. His song spoke of the day he found a rooftop garden, largely untouched by the tragedy that had befallen the world around it, the flowers blooming in the sunlight, shades of red and blue and yellow all intermingling with the bright green of life.
"Sing, if you will." He continued to play as Shadow spoke. "You seem to have an answer for everything, metal man. How is it you know so much?" He continued to play, never missing a beat as his mind tried to find a reason for that man to be there, in the city, when all others had pulled out to centralized location. He chuckled a bit as the man spoke about him. "It was only a platoon, and I had a few grenades." ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:16 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... Ulrik pulls out a patch of a double headed eagle with black shadowy wings with the number 001 in blocky letters on it. "this look familyer?" he asks as he tosses it to Ivan. "not supprised he laughes "you know how the russians always blow everything outa praportion. or was it the rebles? I cant remember which side I was on at that point"
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:30 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana's face snapped to Shadow as he said her name, surprised. He knew about her? Ah well, that was surprising. She was a bit insulted that he sounded so shocked that she was around, and she gave him a little glare before She sighed a bit. That was to be expected she guessed given her body structure, and the fact that most people had considered her a simple girly celebrity. She turned back to Ivan, when his music changed, slowly becoming less tragic, sad, and slowly but surely becoming something gentler. She smiled at him, but was slightly surprised when he told her to sing. She closed her eyes listening to the two men talk, more focused on the music then the conversation around her. She smiled. It'd been so long since she got to sing...she just might. Words came to mind, and she opened her mouth, her voice like clear crystal reflected the music, harmonizing eerily, making her voice mimic the notes as she sang.
"Dreaming of the summer days, when the time moved at a faster pace, oh, we didn't take the time, to consider all the aspects of life...Now every breath is a gift and we fight damn hard for all of this, oh, what little we've got, yah and the precious gift of when the morning comes... And some how, I find it easy to to smile. It's all to simple to laugh my troubles away, you kinda get that way, soon as you can find something more that you wanna live for...Oh na na hey, summer days, summer days..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:44 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк Ivan continued to pluck notes with one hand as he caught the patch with his other. He studied the emblem for a brief moment before tossing it back and returning to his playing. "I've seen that once before, scrawled crudely on the wall of a bunker in blood. Both friend and enemy of mine lay in pieces there. You were a butcher of men." His face grew dark, but only for a moment before the woman, Ariana now, sang words that seemed to open the room, push back the walls around them. He looked at her, and for a moment, she seemed to be... glowing. He almost faltered for a bit, but quickly realized that the whole room was filling with a faint light. It was bleeding in around the panels on the windows. "The sun is rising." ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:57 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana stopped singing, and turned looking towards the paneled wall when Ivan said the sun was rising. She sighed, and gave a small smile. So it was. Ivan would probably want them gone now. She sighed, not exactly eager to leave. These men..they were interesting. The strange, quiet antisocial soldier, and the hermit Violinist. She tapped her fingers. She knew where the building was now, she could always come visit Ivan. she wasn't sure how fond of that he would be, but now that she knew where he was, she was going to have to take care of him. And Ulrick. She wondered what his story was. Where has he been doing the past three years? She looked to him, then sighed, getting up.
"I suppose you'll be kicking us out now huh?" She asked in a pleasant and gentle voice.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 6:25 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк Ivan felt an unfamiliar pang at her words. He tried to suppress it as he put his violin away. From underneath the cot he produced a small cast iron skillet and a pot, along with two small camping stoves he found in a warehouse a few months ago.
"Actually, if you'd be willing to share some water for the pot, I can cook us up some breakfast." Among that garden he found was a small patch of vegetable plants, tomatoes, cucumber and zucchini. He tended to them as best he could, and they had actually borne their goods. He took four large, ripe tomatoes from a bag and a medium sized cucumber. From another bag he took two shakers, one salt, one pepper, and a small box of pepper flakes. Reaching into a heavy box, he produced a small carton and held it in front of him, his eyes locked on her, a small grin flashing across his face. Opening the carton, he revealed five large, white eggs.
"Don't ask me how I got these." he chuckled a bit as he set them next to the pan, "I was saving these for a special occasion, but seeing as how I've recently discovered I'm not the only living human, this seems pretty special to me." Ivan motioned for the both of them so sit as he stood and moved to the windows, dropping the panels and letting more light in. The dawn revealed that he had actually turned the place into a respectable living area, with a table and two chairs and a small icebox that doubled as a desk. Several papers and writing utensils were scatted over the tabletop, songs that he had written in the many days he had sat around doing nothing else. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 10:50 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana blinked in surprise when he said that he'd actually want to share food with them. She walked over to him curiously, staring at the little stoves, then turned to him as he began to pull something out of the bag, and she peered at him, her curiousity rising. When she saw the cucumber and tomatoes, she gasped softly.
"You...Are...Are those...REAL?" She asked, shock in her voice. She felt stupid, immediately, and slapped her hand over her face. "I mean...its just...It's been a long long time since I've seen real vegetables and fruit..." She paused when he pulled out the carton and showed her the eggs, her eyes went wide. She let out a small tinkling laugh when he said not to ask how he'd gotten them. She gave him a small grin. When he went and pulled the panels off, she looked around, she reached down and took a flask she kept in her garter belt. It was small, but none the less it held water.
"Here you go. Its what water I have on me."
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