Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:06:48 PM)
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Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:18:36 PM)
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Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:18:44 PM)
(tst_)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:18:53 PM)
(try again?)*Sitting on one of the many benches near the open roof picnic area, Michael rests his guitar in his lap, singging softly in his native tongue as he strums the chords of an old, sad song. He smiles brightly as he plays, seemingly very far away, his crystal clear blue eyes peering at the darkened, midnight black of the park over the rims of his rosey coloured glasses. The sound fills the surrounding park, already very opressive and just a little frightening at night, now filled with the slightly mournful sound of the campfire song... Maybe the fact the lyrics aren't in English adds a little unfamilar feeling to it all, making some ill at ease, while others might find the strange words all the more interesting. Lights, garish and yellow, shoot from the ground up to light the picnic area, casting long shadows from the trees, but giving the whole scene the feeling of being in it's own little world.*

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:18:53 PM)
(test)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:19:11 PM)
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Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:22:01 PM)
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Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:22:48 PM)
(Time in the park, since its obviously not day)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:23:18 PM)
(I'm guessing... 10:30-11?)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:23:28 PM)
*Sitting on one of the many benches near the open roof picnic area, Michael rests his guitar in his lap, singging softly in his native tongue as he strums the chords of an old, sad song. He smiles brightly as he plays, seemingly very far away, his crystal clear blue eyes peering at the darkened, midnight black of the park over the rims of his rosey coloured glasses. The sound fills the surrounding park, already very opressive and just a little frightening at night, now filled with the slightly mournful sound of the campfire song... Maybe the fact the lyrics aren't in English adds a little unfamilar feeling to it all, making some ill at ease, while others might find the strange words all the more interesting. Lights, garish and yellow, shoot from the ground up to light the picnic area, casting long shadows from the trees, but giving the whole scene the feeling of being in it's own little world.* (WB. Cut and paste rocks)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:29:49 PM)
*Maggie Mae was walking across the park following one of the paths. She was wearing a skirt, woven strap top and a pair of worn jeans. (Sorry im posting slow) ( http://www.ballerinagrape.com/images/dresses/prplpnkblkdovesdress1.jpg ), She was maybe one of very few folks that would stop and watch you for a moment, and this being Louis Armstrong Park between the Quarter and Treme she was possible the first white girl you saw come by. She leaned on the edge of a tree and listened for a moment. You could tell she was a musician because the fiddle on her back*

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:30:02 PM)
Alyssa wone stop pming me)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:30:14 PM)
(me either ;) Told you shes a stalker)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:30:46 PM)
( See thats why some people can't smoke... *jokes*)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:32:06 PM)
(Shitty post)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:32:44 PM)
(three shots jumped on my ass there like.... damn I've forgotten all my southern sayings)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:32:52 PM)
*For the first few minutes he played without paying you much real mind. His fingers were like pale sword blades, battling back and forth across the field of the strings, clashing with them time and time again and pulling out the sweet, painful ring of the melodic tune. Blue eyes drifted up to you from a lowered head, peering at you in the darkness... And for the longest time he made no move other then to keep strumming the sorroful song, making trees weep winter due and grass glisten with it's cold, icey tears. Eyes locked on yours for a moment, he says and does nothing, like a large cat with it's eyes locked on it's prey.*

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:33:20 PM)
((Like jenny on a joint is what Nichole always says, but I hit her for that eash time)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:33:49 PM)
(I mean she will say it in public *reads*)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:34:30 PM)
(He he he, bitch. Next time say: "Like Nicole to my husband when drunk" ;) )

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:34:52 PM)
(thats WRONG)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:34:58 PM)
(But SO good)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:35:08 PM)
((Her now hubby wouldn't think so)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:35:22 PM)
(Even funnier from where I'm sitting ;) )

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:36:41 PM)
*After maybe five minutes Maggie would be interupted by the buxx of her phone. She looked at the screen and smiled and then slipped it into her pocket and shared the same smile with you. If she had money to spare she'd drop a tip, she was a street musician also for the most part. But after the smille she turned to your disapointment and started to continue down the path towards her destination* )makes you work)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:38:42 PM)
*That's when he spots something he hadn't seen before.* O vioara! *He whispers with life suddenly burning in his eyes. The music stops instantly and you hear a clung as the guitar is thrown aside roughly and indifferently. Jumping off the bench in a single bounce, he bends and scoops up the coin, holding it tightly in his fist as he runs after you* Wait right there, you!

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:41:31 PM)
*Seemed startled and turned, leanind her left shoulder on another tree* .. What I do?

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:42:54 PM)
*Reaching out, he catches your shoulder and spins you away from him, turning you so he can see your fiddle.* Oohhhh look at you... *He whispers to the instrument, not even speaking to you at the moment.* Oohh, you're such a beautiful little thing, you shouldn't be locked away. *There is honest excitment in his voice as he spins you around to face him once again, both hands on your shoulders now as he offers you the money you gave him ealier* Here. If you're going to make me your musical whore, let me do it for a few minutes on your violin.

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:44:06 PM)
No *she quiped quickly* She's how I eat and she's five times my age... and I have no idea who you are...

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:44:50 PM)
I'm five times your age as well, so we'll know each other well. *Tossing your coins at your feet he grins playfully* Don't be shy, I wont hurt her...

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:46:35 PM)
Fuck... No... you tossed your guitar to the side. ......................Please let go, or is this another case of Why does every crazy ass drunk in New Orleans have to fuck with me....

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:47:20 PM)
( :) haha I've been told vodka makes me combative)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:47:46 PM)
Yeah, one of them, and it wasn't my guitar.... *He doesn't let you go, in fact, now he starts to circle you, trying to put the fiddle in front of him* Give it to me... I'll make it worth your while, little girl.

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:49:44 PM)
*She didn't move, but her head turned to watch you walk around her, looking over her shoulder.* Whats your game man? I don't have anything worth stealin' and you're gonna get a a wildcat fireball fight if you think you're getting My fiddle *the glare in her two tone eyes were feral*

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:50:32 PM)
(*GRIN* oh this IS getting fun)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:51:56 PM)
*He only grinned wider, more excited the more excited you got about the simple proposition* If I wanted your wallet, I'd have asked for your wallet. If I felt like knifing a person in the park, I'd have done it. *He leaned right in as he got behind you, his lips against your ear as he whispers* If I'd done what you think I was going to do, I'd have taken you for a drink first... If I was going to kill you, I'd do, and you'd beg me to keep doing it right up to the last second... *And then he moves in front of you again, arms at his side* All I want is to.. wait, did you call it a fiddle??

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:52:07 PM)
It's a violin, right?

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:53:44 PM)
(you said all that, I mean I have no vampire lore, lol... so Im just gonn think your crazy right?)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:53:58 PM)
(Sure, that's one very real option)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:54:00 PM)
(like drink from her or was it like a metaphore i missed)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:54:18 PM)
(There was no obvious suggestion of any vamperic activity)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:55:02 PM)
(goes back and reads more carefully)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:57:30 PM)
I dont' say soda pop, and I don't call it a violin, and I still don't want to hand it over to you. I'm sure if your this crazy that your spectacular.... *she wrinkled her nose* Do you play around here some place, or are you new?

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 1:58:01 PM)
(she was making fun of yankee's Mik's old and culturally fixed enough to get that maybe)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:58:47 PM)
Noooo no no, let's go back! You southern folk are always hurting the feelings of your violins by calling them 'fiddles' *he says, making fun of you right back* It's far too precious a thing for you to 'fiddle' it... Let me stroke her strings instead and I promise she'll sing!

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 1:59:17 PM)
Then you can have her back and make her cry by Fiddling her!

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:00:11 PM)
No man, damn it... what's your thing, shit

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:00:14 PM)
(lol)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:00:47 PM)
(its new orleans at night, Im not being that crazy)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:02:06 PM)
My thing is that the poor little precious thing prolly crys itself to sleep being called a fiddle... *Poking a finger at your chest with a snort* Do you want me to pay for it in advance incase I make it sing so well that it wants to stay with me, eh? I'll do it.

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:03:37 PM)
No... I want you to leave me be, I'm not apet to hand my fiddle over to a stranger, no matter how cute hie thinks he can be... However, if you are wanting to pay someone to play her, you can pay me and I will play for you...

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:03:56 PM)
*unable to pass up the opertunity to score a lil cash since it was kinda offered)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:03:57 PM)
*

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:04:03 PM)
You?? You think you can play her better then me?

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:04:56 PM)
I'm pretty sure, Kitten. The odds are I play it better than most folks

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:05:56 PM)
Ooohhh ho ho ho... I think we're about to make a bet here.

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:07:06 PM)
But sir, how are you going to proove such? You dont' have a fiddle to play *she points out*

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:07:18 PM)
yeah.. nice try

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:07:20 PM)
You leave that up to me. *Grinning, he pounces back up onto the park bench, turning and plopping down on it with his feet on the chair part. He beckons you closer with a finger and a lopsided smile* You're gonna fiddle better then the devil are you? Alright, let's see, shall we? What do you want if you win, hmm?

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:10:52 PM)
(my lost)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:10:57 PM)
(post)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:11:00 PM)
?)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:11:20 PM)
(Your post)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:11:53 PM)
I'm still not letting you touch my fiddle and I said I would play for you if you payed... I did not agree to any kinda contest

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:12:02 PM)
You don't seem to listen to what I say

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:12:35 PM)
You're right, cos you're talking nonsense. For example, you think you can play better then me... What's the matter, scared I'm right?

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:12:42 PM)
Bwwwakkk bwak bwak bwak

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:14:34 PM)
*she gave you a funny look and started walking off again, glad she had the distance since you were at the bench*

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:14:48 PM)
*Doesn't chase you, just bwaks*

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:14:59 PM)
(lol so?

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:15:07 PM)
(Your bad, scene over.)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:15:23 PM)
(Im half drunk *laughs and climbs on you*)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:15:35 PM)
(*Smacks your face* Git off, drunky ;) )

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:15:50 PM)
(I was just trying to not think of Mik as beloved Mike since it was a NEw character again)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:16:25 PM)
(You Hit Me!)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:16:25 PM)
(I know, and instead you did everything you could not to participate in any way... So.. What did you want me to do? Knife you? lol)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:16:33 PM)
(I sure did. wanna see it again? ;) )

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:16:37 PM)
(lol)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:16:54 PM)
(NOoooo not knife me, but you never use those vampire powers to make me calm down. LOOK)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:17:20 PM)
(if a stranger was so eager to get their hands on my fiddle that they threw there own shit.. I would be freaked out that they weren't stable)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:17:38 PM)
(A) No Dominate as a starting discp for my clan B) cross over = powers BAD C) Is that how all role playing has too end? :P )

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:18:01 PM)
(snicker)_

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:18:34 PM)
(I agree, but I even let you start walking away... I had NO reason to follow you... See how I was forced to make up a reason?)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:19:20 PM)
(I know I know... the park at night is BAD try a bar at night)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:19:58 PM)
(You want me to pick you up like a cheap floozey? :O Bow chicka bow wow!)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:20:22 PM)
(We can do a bar if you want.)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:20:31 PM)
(scene 2? Bar some music joint nearby? NO you dont get it.... its just I wouldn't have reason to be paranoid much if someone was outspoken and touchy)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:21:02 PM)
(Your turn to start, I always make the big starting posts :D )

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:28:16 PM)
( Would you Beat me if I went off and did something else for the moment. Granma said she was gonna be by in about an hour >.<)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:28:27 PM)
(Yup)

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 2:28:47 PM)
(Next time I will think before hand and make myself cornered, cause you know I love you)

Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 2:29:03 PM)
(That's okay, it's only 5:58 fucking am, whatever ;) )

Maggie-Mae Sage (Feb 19, 2011 3:22:14 PM)
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Mikhail Poleski (Feb 19, 2011 3:23:37 PM)
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