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birthright_rpg2013-12-14 12:12 pm
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Sidewalk Musicians
Around the time of the holidays, it was common to come across musicians on the city sidewalks. They brought guitars, harmonicas, violins, any instrument small enough to be hauled outdoors and played for tourists, who tossed cash and coin into upturned hats or plush, upholstered cases. Tonight, a clever trio of flutists had stationed themselves near a hot chocolate street vendor, where people enjoying their drinks might be tempted to sit and listen for a while.
Brian sat on a low, concrete wall and listened. His butt was cold and numb. His hands warmed themselves on a Styrofoam cup. It was his work break, and he was claustrophobic enough to take this short walk from Tracks and listen. He knew one of the musicians, a girl named Kacy who was in the music program at UNLV.
He blew on his chapping hands and turned his head to watch the oncoming foot traffic. His coat was pulled up around his neck, but he hadn’t brought a hat and his ears were freezing. The steam from the hot chocolate made his nose threaten to run. He was thinking about getting another tattoo, and his mind drifted to that idea.
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Brian sat on a low, concrete wall and listened. His butt was cold and numb. His hands warmed themselves on a Styrofoam cup. It was his work break, and he was claustrophobic enough to take this short walk from Tracks and listen. He knew one of the musicians, a girl named Kacy who was in the music program at UNLV.
He blew on his chapping hands and turned his head to watch the oncoming foot traffic. His coat was pulled up around his neck, but he hadn’t brought a hat and his ears were freezing. The steam from the hot chocolate made his nose threaten to run. He was thinking about getting another tattoo, and his mind drifted to that idea.
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He hadn't answered her question directly, but given their surroundings it wasn't exactly the best environment for it. Still, there were clues to be mined in what Brian had said, provided one was paying attention. And Julianna had always prided herself on being attentive.
"That's what distance weapons are for," she murmured. "Firearms wouldn't be of much use, obviously. What kind of self-defense are you learning? Is Valerie assisting you, or are you planning to be self-taught?"
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He noticed that his leg had continued its rhythmic jump and stopped it.
“I hope I’m good for her.” It was a right-angle turn in the conversation.
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He wasn't going to tell her, at least not right now, so Julianna let it go. She didn't have to constantly ferret out information, no matter how curious she was. Around them, the crowd shifted and murmured.
"And breathing exercises can assist with meditation. Relaxation is key to clearing your mind so you can focus."
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He needed an on-off switch, and he needed to be a better judge of when to let it out – at the piano – and when to hold it in – telekinesis, Valerie – so he didn’t wreck everything.
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He seemed troubled, but it wasn't her place to press him to talk. For no other reason than Valerie might consider it to be meddling. If he wanted to share, he could. But she could at least ask a leading question.
"Why do you have to un-teach yourself?"
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Brian stared across the plaza at a woman in a knit cap. His mouth twisted.
“Cars land on people.”