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 Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 6:06 pm
One step away... XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Five years ago, a busker*1 barely scraping by
and a girl with nowhere to call home made
a connection, one that could not be broken.
They made the connection of a love for music.
They entered a talent competition especially
for the underdogs of society. They practiced
for three days straight, hardly stopping to eat
or sleep.
And they won.
Fifty thousand dollars*2 donated by a celebrity
who was native to the city was split between
the busker and girl. The busker was ecstatic,
for he had had to give up going to college in
order to stay at home and take care of his mom
who was too sick to hold a job. He took off
immediately for college, begging the girl to come
along and stay with him in an exotic place called
New York City. But she couldn't. She had to take
care of her own family, for she was the eldest
and their parents were dead.
The day he left, she told him that
she hated him, and wished she had
never met him. He didn't believe her.
She didn't quite believe herself. But
he went on anyway, and she continued
on as if they had never met, only with
much more money. The moment she
was old enough to she bought an
apartment and moved her siblings in.
She never did go back to school. Instead
she became an artist, and found another
band to sing with.
He graduated school after three and a half
years, and after another half year of busking
caught the eye of a record label. He spent a
year recording and touring and now he's back
home for a month, and he knows what he
wants. He wants to see her. He wants to
tell her how much he loved her. They had
come so close to really having something
together, but then he tried to make a pass
at her, and pushed them to remain friends.
And he loved being her friend, but after five
years of thinking about her he doesn't want
to be friends anymore. He wants her.
Feelings change after five years, though,
and she's falling in love again with another
man. Can he win her back before it's too late?
*2= Can be dollars or Euros depending on the region in which they live...and two steps back.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 6:10 pm
This RP requires a male, who is lit to semi-lit and would like to play the busker. Rules:
-Follow the Gaia and Guild rules.
-There will be no sex (cyber or time-skip) in this rp. This is about emotional connections, not physical ones.
-Language is a-ok with me as long as there's reason for it. Think Irish.
-Some substance use is alright, but don't go nuts. They're young, they'll be living it up a little bit, but no hardcore meth or coke or anything like that.
-At least have a cursory of knowledge about music before applying.
-PM profile to me entitled One Step Away
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 6:34 pm
[align=center][size=18][b]F[/b]irst [b]M[/b]iddle [b]L[/b]ast[/size]
[IMG] Real people, not anime or cartoons. Normal people, no scene/emo/twah kids.[/IMG][/align]
[size=11][color=seagreen]I am [/color][color=darksilver]age; should be 25 or over[/color][color=seagreen] years old.
This is who I am. [/color][color=darksilver]Personality summed up in one word[/color][color=seagreen].[/color][color=black] Be more specific here, in third person perspective.[/color]
[color=seagreen]This is why.[/color]
[color=darksilver]Biography, at least one 7-sentence paragraph[/color]
[color=seagreen]For a living, I [/color][color=darksilver]Occupation[/color][color=seagreen]. It pays the bills ok.
What I really want, though, is [/color][color=darksilver][b]Only fill if you want a different career than the one you have[/b][/color]
[color=seagreen]Family photo![/color] [color=darksilver]Describe your family. How many siblings do you have? Are you the youngest? Are your parents still together?[/color]
[color=seagreen]Am I forgetting something?[/color][color=darksilver] Any other information about you[/color]
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 7:07 pm
Klara Marie Lazurova I am 22 years old.
This is who I am. Quiet. She keeps to herself mostly. She's not very confident or secure with herself, so she prefers to remain a side-act to the glory of those around her.
This is why.
Klara was born and raised in Prague. She was the oldest of five children, and was therefore in charge of always looking after the younger ones. When she was 14, her father lost his job and they decided to move away to another country where there would be more opportunities for them. Before they could make it there her family was attacked by a gang of boys looking for money that they didn't have. To scare her father into producing money they took Klara into an alley and raped her. Her father and the oldest of her brothers tried to fight them, but they had rocks and beat them to death. Enraged by the sight of their father and brother killed, and sister so wildly traumatized, her younger brothers somehow found the strength to fight them off. They were only 12 and 9 years old. The next winter in the new country was hard on the family, and all of them developed some sort of cold or flu, but only their mother didn't survive. Klara was 15 years old and suddenly saddled with all the responsibility of keeping her family alive. She probably would have failed had she not met the busker when she was 17, and fallen so madly in love with him. Then he was gone and she was all alone again.
A week after the busker left Klara was hospitalized with bleeding in the brain from a fall she had taken only days before she met the busker. By the time she had gone through the agonizing months of physical therapy and was out of the hospital she was 18, and old enough to buy a flat. She and her siblings moved in, but because of some ill feelings her brother moved out when she was 20 and he 18. She started drawing when she was 19, and met Marcus Mumford when she was 21. She joined his band after casually knowing one another for a few months, and another few months after that they started dating.
For a living, I Sing and play some piano for the band Mumford and Sons.. It pays the bills ok.
What I really want, though, is To be an artist and maybe record my own album someday.
Family photo! Klara is the oldest of five. The oldest of her younger siblings is Josef (deceased) who is a year younger than her, Markus who is two years younger than her, and the twins Nikolas and Jopie, who are five years younger than her. She and Josef had a different father than the rest, but he died a few months before Josef was born, and Klara doesn't remember him, so she doesn't really think of her mother's second husband as her stepfather.
Am I forgetting something? When Klara is scared or upset or under pressure, she can't talk.
Strings pulled by kt-tonguetied
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 11:34 am
Thomas Shiloh Sullens  I am 26 years old.
This is who I am. Light-Hearted. He is a very optomistic person, and stays cheerful. He has his grey-days, but usually keeps to himself and out of the public on those days.
This is why.
Tom grew up on the poor end of society, but enjoyed what he had while he had it. It was only himself, and his mum growing up, so he wasn't much into sports, or cars. He had a passion for music though, and his mother was happy for him while he was young. Though as he grew, his mother began to resent him. She wanted him to get a job, and pull himself out of the hell-hole his mother called home. Yet Tom had a different idea. He wanted to be a musician. So, he had gotten into a tiff with his mother, and left home. He became a busker in hopes to collect money here and there to save for college so he could get a real job dealing with music.
At the age of 21 he met Klara. She was beautiful in so many aspects, including her music. He fell madly over her in the time they spent together, and he always said it was because of her that they won the talent competition. It was her that made his dream of college a reality. He attempted to get her to move with him so they could continue their relationship, but unfortunately she had her brothers to take care of. He couldn't possibly move all of them, otherwise sacrifice the dream he wanted so badly. So he moved without her, but with a heavy heart. It hurt him to have heard that Klara hated him, though he didn't believe her. Not with the bond that had helped them win the contest.
Through the years of college he never forgot Klara. She was always on his mind, and always the reason for his wonderful music. When he graduated, he didn't become famous for a while. He worked on the streets until finally luck crossed his path. A record agent overheard his work, and offered a contract with him. He agreed happily, knowing that if he got his name out there, maybe Klara would know he still cared for her. He did have a song named after her anyway. He toured for a year, and nothing came back about Klara. Finally it was a break, and Tom got to choose where he wanted to vacation. He chose his old hometown where his career got it's first steps. He would find Klara. No matter what.
For a living, I Sing and Play Guitar. It pays the bills ok.
What I really want, though, is Nothing except to find her.
Family photo! Tom was an only child, growing up in what was the slums with his mother. His father had left them with nothing when a younger, prettier lady had convinced him to leave his family.
Am I forgetting something? He doesn't do drugs, but if he gets upset enough any day, he'll become a hermit in his apartment and get drunk. His eyes are a mix of green and hazel.
Strings pulled by Seraphim Paxis
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 11:42 am
Once...XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXOnce... But not anymore...
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 12:05 pm
Tom sighed as he rode in the cab his new manager had called for him. He was happy to be home, but would have preferred to drive himself, but unfortunately that wasn't something he was allowed to do. His manager had gotten a hotel nearby in case something changed and he needed to contact Tom personally. That wasn't very pleasing to hear, since he was supposed to be on a one month vacation.
Tom yawned, the trip was to quiet from the airport. He couldn't wait to be back. Hopefully Klara hadn't moved out of town. That was the only reason he wanted to come back to Seattle when he was offered a trip to paris, or some other country. All Tom wanted to do in his spare time was try and find Klara. That's all he cared about, and all he ever sang about nowadays.
Finally the cab came to a stop in front of the apartment complex that was his new home. He had made sure to have his manager get an apartment for him since his mom had moved out of town with some man she had gotten together with. He got out of the cab, and grabbed his suitcase from the trunk. He paid the driver with the money his manager had given to him, and went inside. It didn't take long for him to get to his apartment, with only a few people stopping him and asking something of him.
Once he dropped his stuff off, seeing that his manager had also made sure the place was furnished, he grabbed his guitar and headed out to the streets. That was where he would find her. Playing on the streets like he used to. It didn't take long for him to walk to his old spot, seeing scattered street preformers along the sidewalk. Thankfully there wasn't a musician that had taken his spot, or at least for today.
Tom leaned against a stone wall, propping his foot against it so that his knee was out to support the guitar. He put the strap over his shoulder, and began to strum a few notes. Slowly, his random strumming began to form into one of his songs. The one he had named after Klara.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:48 pm
A pair of large dark eyes was watching Tom, without his notice, for quite a long time. Then he started playing a song that seemed to hold much longing between the chords. The eyes sparkled, and from between small crowds of people came a girl with pale blond hair and dark brown eyes, clutching a small Styrofoam cup in her thin hand. She sat down at Tom's feet with her cup, smiling serenely up at him and just waiting for him to recognize her.
She bore a strong resemblance to the girl Tom wrote the song about, but she was most decidedly not Klara. She was the same age Klara had been when Tom left, and so it was impossible for her to be the same girl. But there was no doubt that she was the little sister who had adored Tom so very much all those years ago. Aside from Klara, she had possibly been his very first loyal fan. She had loved him as a young child loved her big sister's husband, though; she looked up to him and respected him like she did any of her brothers. But this was the real test; did he remember her as she remembered him?
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 6:15 pm
Tom looked up from the guitar in the middle of a phrase and stopped, "Jopie?" he asked, looking slightly confused. Dots connected in his brain, and he smiled, "Oh wow! I haven't seen you in years!" he said, pushing off the wall to stand straight. He took the guitar off his shoulders, and leaned it against the wall. Once his hands were free he wrapped the girl in a quick, but tight hug. "Wow, you've gotten big. Almost spitting image of your sister." he said with a laugh. "How've you been?" he asked.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 6:50 pm
Her fears now firmly dismissed, Jopie grinned at Tom and hugged him tightly back when he took a moment to embrace her. She almost laughed, she was so delighted to see the boy she had so lovingly named "Music Boy!" as a twelve-year-old. The only real difference was that she knew much more English now than she had before, hardly knowing more than a few jilting phrases back then. "Good!" she answered his inquiry with a hearty nod, pale hair swinging in her eyes. Then she grew almost teasingly serious, tugging at Tom's sleeve. "Where you go, Music Boy? My Klara miss you so much, it almost kill her!" Without waiting for an answer, Jopie threw her cup in the trash, picked up Tom's guitar by the neck, grabbed his hand, and started tugging him (quite inconsequentially, as she was so small) down the sidewalk and toward the clock tower and the public market, where a slightly larger act was performing under the clock.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:23 pm
Tom laughed as he was called by the old nickname Jopie had called him so long ago. He felt his heart skip when the girl talked about Klara. The search was easier than he had thought it was going to be. He reached for his guitar, gently pulling it from Jopie's hand and slinging it over his shoulder so that the guitar was on his back. "I went to college, Jopie. Became a real musician, getting paid and all that." he said with a grin. "That song was one of my first hits. It's about Klara." he added.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 12:43 pm
Jopie grinned at the fact that Tom had written a song about her sister, but it was a bit nervous at the edges. Nevertheless, she continued pulling the man resiliently down the sidewalk and toward the market, where at one booth men were throwing enormous fish at one another and shouting. About twelve feet nearer than them, however, was a band playing under the clock tower. There were four men - one with a guitar, one with a bass drum and symbol strapped to his chest, one with a banjo, and the fourth with a trumpet. The man with the guitar was singing, and beside him was a young woman Jopie and Tom knew quite well, playing a xylophone that was hooked to a strap around her neck, her honey-blond hair pinned back and gray eyes shining as she sang with the man.
"Love that will not betray you, dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design,
An alignment to cry,
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be"
Her hands were blurs as she played with two mallets in each hand, using as much dexterity as she would have it if were a piano. The song came to a crashing halt, and Klara put the xylophone on the ground for a small break, stretching her shoulders and neck with a smile on her face. The man with the guitar leaned over and kissed her on the temple. Then she looked up, and her eyes went wide and her face flushed. Then a grin spread across her face.
"Tomáš!" she cried, stunned. She ran toward them across the street carefully, moved as if she were about to hug the boy (well, man now) who had so abruptly left her life, then seemed to remember that she had been less than kind to him on his departure and dropped them to her sides, looking a bit lost.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 8:10 pm
Tomas smiled, laughing as he pulled his hand from Jopie's, and stepped toward Klara, wrapping his arms around her in a friendly embrace. "Klara!" he cheered, laughing as he let her go. "Wow. You haven't changed all to much." he said, smiling at her. He remembered the words they had exchanged before he had left for college, but from her reaction when she spotted him, he guessed those feelings were long gone.
"How are you? You're in a band now, I see. That was really good too. Congrats." he said lightly, glancing over her shoulder at the men she had been playing with across the street. His heart faltered for a moment, his mind racing to think if she was with one of the men. He hoped not, since he had planned to at some point tell Klara of how he felt. Then maybe she already knew from his music. He couldn't be sure.
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