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Post by sumatrae on Nov 23, 2012 1:21:40 GMT -5
Creeping through the shady alley Tula shivered. It was damp and cold in this area of town. But, having had no luck earlier there was little choice. Sighing she crept through the silent streets until she stood outside of the tavern. Wrinkling her nose the small tortie trotted over to her usual corner and set up. Fiddle in hand she gently pawed the red ribbon tied to her bow and contemplated what to play. She felt like something sad would be most suitable but felt like the staccato spooky tune she had just finished writing would be more fun. An impish grin spread onto her face as she lay the bow on the strings and started to warm up and tune. The exciting and difficult tune would no doubt rouse attention, especially with the dynamic range. Oh dear that string was a little flat. Tula shuffled her paws.
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Post by palkiacookies on Nov 23, 2012 3:53:33 GMT -5
Othello yawned loudly, holding his paw about an inch from his mouth as he did so. He was a tired cat, it was quite obvious to see how tired the fisherman was, either that or he was looking really down. His tail started to drag along the ground from time to time, he had to keep picking it back up. His walk was sluggish and he had almost dropped his fishing rod and basket a few times already.
The tom had had a tough night, filled with nightmares and constant turmoil. He didn't get all that much sleep, and waking up early to go fishing wasn't helping. He even let a fish get away this morning, he never let fish escape his grasp. The tom sighed as he passed by a cat playing a somewhat comforting tune. He didn't want to be rude, Othello always paid street performers a little bit of his cash, however without thinking, the tom accidentally tossed his whole bag of coins to the player of the instrument. He almost continued walking just to leave his loot there, however he was lucky to notice that he had done something stupid in just the nick of time.
"Oh umm..." Othello tiredly stared at the cat after re approaching her. Well this was embarrassing. "Uh sorry...I didn't mean to throw you ALL of my shillings.."
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Post by sumatrae on Dec 8, 2012 2:09:26 GMT -5
Tula let her bow slide off her strings unceremoniously as a white and orange stranger walked by and threw something into her shilling pile. At first she had been sure it was a rock, aimed at her from hate (no surprises in this end of town) but then she realized that the tom had thrown his entire shilling bag at her. Dropping her fiddle to her side the small tortie opened her mouth in warning and grabbed the pouch, hurrying after the tom when he turned around and she collided with him.
The pouch fell to Tulila's side as she backed up and flattened her ears. "I uh.... Did you drop this?" She asked quietly, slipping the fat pouch of shillings into the stranger's paw. Backing up she eyed him warily, small paws fidgeting as she tried to stay calm, not a small feat when you're 10 months old and the world is just out there waiting for you.
After a moment the young she-cat cocked her head. There was something about the tom... he just looked miserable. And tired. Grinning suddenly Tula backed up with a twinkle in her eye and launched herself into the speedy, articulate dance jig she had been wanting to play earlier. It echoed strangely around the dreary roads but as the small musician began to laugh and dance she forgot all about it.
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Post by palkiacookies on Dec 15, 2012 18:49:39 GMT -5
Othello blinked once he ended up colliding with the younger cat. He almost felt as if he was going to get angry about it, however once he saw the little cat's face, his anger quickly disappeared. "Oh um yes...thank you..." He slowly took the pouch back and then gave her a weird look. Why was she staring at him like that? He was a little surprised when she started up with the obscure little jig, what was this cat doing? Othello couldn't help to smile at her though, he couldn't not smile at something like that. "You really know how to dance don't you?" He placed his stuff down and then clapped his paws, jumping into a dance along side her. He wasn't a professional to say the least, however Othello loved to have a good dance.
"What's your name?" He asked, not stopping his dancing for even a second. He wanted to know who this cat was.
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Post by sumatrae on Dec 17, 2012 12:42:54 GMT -5
Tula whipped her toes along the strings and speed her jig up. Dancing on her hind toes she pranced around like some strange cross between a princess and a ballerina. Laughing and twirling she let the wind and the music capture her imagination and draw her into the fairytales her father used to tell her. Smooth and quick the tune echoed around the cobblestones and filled every dreary crack in the cold damp corner. Shadows seemed to disperse as small paws moved over road bricks and mist swirled in the wind.
Turning once more to the orange and white tom Tula was glad to see him cheering up. It held fast that music was the very best medicine, it had only failed her once.... Shaking her head the tortie grinned again. Purring in amusement as the tom cat started his own little jig the she-cat turned her head to the clouds, still pulling notes from the strings, "Tulila, pleased to meet you." Pausing and turning her head to stall and tap her head she added, "But just call me Tula, everyone else does."
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