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Post by MUSENDA TORN VELESH on Jan 15, 2011 20:21:02 GMT -5
 
It was time for a bit of fun, something that didn't require the company of another. He ignored the bit of cold coming, besides the less clothing the better. One, with no possibility of controlling this with magic and two he got to show of his chest covered in all that ink. Torn carried the large hoop wrapped in the black and white with the sticks coming out of it. Well, from a distance they would look like sticks like an oddly constructed weapon, though it was made for entertainment rather than harm.
The young man's eyes matching the colored ring, one completely white while the other black as he lit the ends on the hoop careful not to catch his own self on fire. Taking the hoop up in one hand slowly he started twisting it around and around, getting faster as he went. The fire blending in with the one before it as went lower now twisting around and around on his waist. A few people stopping to watch, others only passing by with momentary glances at the thin tall man with the hoop still going round and round on his skin.
Torn gave a smile to the ones watching though his mind more concentrating on the fire hoop. this would only last for so long of having those who would watch him, then he would go back soon enough to being the odd man who ran the brothel. The same brothel that people pretended not to know of and then soon enough he would see them again coming through his door. Though that wasn't important, was this black and white lit hoop going round now at his shoulders as he leaned over. Simple tricks just for a bit of fun with something most of these people would never dare attempt.
TAG: Tahir
WORDS: [/color] over 300 NOTES:[/color] Torn has a fire hoop :3 CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size] |
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Tahir Junayd
CARTHONIAN 
the present in my pocket ~
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Post by Tahir Junayd on Jan 22, 2011 14:39:53 GMT -5
Ever since Tahir had left the Crimson Tide and his last employment with that, he had been traveling though his home country Wyeshing. At first, he'd spend time in his home town of Goshan, reconnecting with his mother and countless “aunts” at the local brothel, as well as with his friends and acquaintances of all kinds at his beloved docks. But after a while, staying in one place - even if it was a place the pirate cherished and enjoyed returning to – made Tahir get itchy feet. Which was when he decided to travel around and explore the rest of the country.
Oh, he loved the capital.
The Black Market in Nagisa was large and buzzing, attracting all kinds of shady people. Tahir remembered being here with his brother when he himself was inexperienced and hadn't begun leading the life of a pirate. The dark glances, inviting to look at some rare and/or stolen goods, deals made in between piles and boxes, the curious smells... as a boy, he fell in love with the mysterious atmosphere and the memory of it had dragged the young man to the city again.
It didn't disappoint him. Although there was nothing of particular interest for the young man at the Market today, he had met a couple of acquaintances and shared some laughs, gotten offered a job (which he wasn't sure he'd take), dove his hand into a couple of wealthy looking people's pockets – successfully -, and bought himself an instrument from the new money. Although sitars weren't exactly illegal products, Tahir had seen it right before he was going to leave the place and decided to buy it spontaneously. It had been quite a while since he had played it, after all, and practicing wouldn't hurt.
With his new instrument wrapped in a dirty cloth under his arm, the tan-skinned man decided to take a walk around the city before returning to his hostel. He had combined a simple pair of gray pants with his favourite – and only – pair of black leather combat boots. Since it could get quite cold at night this time of the year, the pirate had buttoned his khaki jacket up and put on a gray scarf, which his mother made him during his visit, around his neck. The gaze of his brown eyes gliding across the facades of houses, it stumbled on a small group of people right in the middle of the street. Obviously, there was something interesting going on, which caught these people's attention, and Tahir made his way, squeezing himself between the warm bodies in order to satisfy his curiosity and see what it was.
Having always had a big heart for street performers and people, whom society normally labeled as “freaks”, Tahir was excited to see a tattooed guy playing with fire – literally – in front of people. After having watched at his craft for a couple of moments with a big, almost childish smile across his face, the tall man remembered his instrument under his arm and an idea popped into his head. After having fought his way across the crowd up to the front row, Tahir unpacked his sitar and sat down next to the performer – all while keeping a safe distance. And, once he tuned his instrument, he started playing a coltish, catchy melody, all the while keeping an eye on the tattooed guy and trying to accompany his tricks with his music. |
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Post by MUSENDA TORN VELESH on Jan 25, 2011 17:03:50 GMT -5
The small licks of flame going round and round seeming as if to never end circling the thin man's body as he did tricks with the hoop. Though soon he heard the music accompany him and Torn bent back again, the hoop going up around his shoulders as he got an upside down glance at the tanned man. He wasn't half bad from what Torn could tell in that few second glance before straightening up again and continuing.
Torn only continued for a while longer before catching the hoop with one hand and twisting it up and over his head in a fluid motion mimicking the hoop from before. The brothel boy went to work putting out the fires that looked so much smaller now that they weren't spinning around and around his frame. He stole another glance at the man with his little sitar, now that he was upside right. The other was about his height, a bit larger with darker skin but he hadn't been wrong to think the other wasn't to bad, of course he was never wrong.
He slipped a shirt over that inked skin now that he didn't have to worry it catching fire, ignoring the lingering glances of people who had yet to leave. Putting the hoop over one shoulder and made to leave but maybe not just yet. "Thanks for the music Kitten," he said to the other, "I don't believe I've seen you around here before."
TAG: Tahir
WORDS: [/color] 200ish NOTES:[/color] a bit shorter than the first try but i likes this one too CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size] |
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