-where is my home?- :one'n'one -Vengeance- and Lennie:

[Charisma.]

[.Jason.]
"Rules? I don't do rules."
[[...There's an angel on my shoulder
There's a devil at my door...]]

Now at least he wouldn't be frustrated with nothing to do. There was something about this girl that struck him as familiar. Very familiar. He knew she was the princess, or so he thought, he thought she was the princess. Shaking his head lightly he started in the direction she had run off to, not really sure where though at the moment. He simply walked, trying to remember exactly which way she'd run off to. After what seemed like quite a while, but was simply a few minutes, he stopped at a nice looking building. The roof was neat and painted, and like a triangle, and the walls were neatly made of sturdy stone. It was a rather large building. The library. That's where he was. He didn't really like it there. It was just, not exactly where anyone would see him.

Stopping there for a second he smirked, then shook his head, the smirk disappearing, and in its place, resting a scowl. "What the hell am i doing." he muttered to himself shaking his head before turning around about to walk back. Here was this girl who had just bumped into him, a very pretty girl at that, and he assumed it was some royal, and decided to follow her. Now he began to think this was pretty stupid. Actually, very stupid. What, if another girl bumped into him what was he going to do? Follow her? Shaking his head once more, he started to walk back, before he heard a tune coming from inside.

It was a very interesting sound. A deep tune, that sounded like dance music. It probably was dance music. What in the world was going on. Now he was just plain curious. Taking a step back he stopped, the music coming around him, as if it were in the wind. "Don't turn around....don't...." he told himself, but it was just too tempting. Turning he made his way towards the door, stepping inside and coming down the hallway. Stopping at the side, he leaned slightly against the doorway, and rested his arm against it. So this is where it was coming from. There were dancers as well. That's right. These were the dancers. They were supposed to be dancing at some ball or whatever, for the royals.

[Lennie]

[[ certainly. ^^ ]]

[[- - Sawyer, yeah that's my name. What about it? - -
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[[" the simplest things in life, often lead to the greatest complications.
so if this is true, why do we bother to believe that things can come with ease?
or is this the illusion that we wish to see? do we blind ourselves in false hope? "]]
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Continuing to play, Sawyer found herself hardly focusing on he instrument which she cradled in the crook of her left arm. She didn't seem to pay heed to the bow held within the tips of her right fingers, the bow balanced between her pointer finger and thumb. The music seemed to flow in a well practiced manner, the sound being just clearer than that of a violin and a tad like that of a viola. It easy unique music of course, as was the sound but she didn't care. She was to in love with the music to think of anything else. She didn't mean to be arrogant in her thoughts, but, she couldn't help but love how the music sounded.

The music slowed to a ritardando after a short time, the volume dropping as the song ended and putting he instrument in her lap, oddly continuing to balance the bow she applauded the children for their dance. Somehow, just by seeing his her excitement for the festival merely grew. The children smiled in reply, their faces red, beads of faint perspiration evident upon their faces. A moment of silence passed, only broken by the heavy breathing of a few of the children, before the young girl from earlier approached her. "We have a surprise for you Ms. Princess, but... We can't show you until the day of the festival." Sawyer laughed once again, nodding in reply. "Could we practice once more?" Still smiling, the girl nodded in reply, picking up her instrument once more.

She began the song once more, although she thought for a moment that she may have heard a faint sound of someone leaning against the doorway that led to the hallway.
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[Charisma.]

[.Jason.]
"Rules? I don't do rules."
[[...There's an angel on my shoulder
There's a devil at my door...]]

Jason stayed for a little bit longer before the girl stopped playing. That was some act. At the end of it, a little girl mentioned a festival. So that is what this was all for, and now it all came together. Now he knew what this was all about. Raising an eyebrow slightly, he listened as the little girl kept calling the girl with the instrument 'Ms. Princess.' So she really was the princess. He had assumed correctly. Leaning into the wall, now he only hoped that the shadows would keep him hidden as they began to practice again.

Finally after what seemed like a long time, the music ceased again, and by this time, he was already stepping backwards, ready to leave, though that was probably not the greatest thing to do, since his footsteps hitting the wooden floor, caused sound. Freezing, he leaned against the wall, hoping no one had heard, but of course, it was audible enough. This entire decision to come see what was going on, was a stupid idea. Now he was probably going to get in trouble if he didn't leave soon enough. He should have never showed up, because now he would have to be careful, about how he was going to leave. If he was seen, then they would probably think he was a creep. Once again, leading back to the fact that this whole thing was a bad idea.

[Lennie]

[[- - Sawyer, yeah that's my name. What about it? - -
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[[" the simplest things in life, often lead to the greatest complications.
so if this is true, why do we bother to believe that things can come with ease?
or is this the illusion that we wish to see? do we blind ourselves in false hope? "]]
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As the song came to an end, the children sat upon the ground, each asking who jade been supposed to bring snacks such as juice packs. A young boy came forth with a package of juice which the children shared wig a smile, and Sawyer merely watched them with a smile. She opened her instrument case a moment later, brushing off the small amount of rosin that had gotten upon the instrument before she put it into the case, making sure that it was firmly placed within its padded casing. Finally content with its placement, he closed the dark case, clicking down the two locks upon the side before brushing gently at the newly formed scratch that was embedded into the side.

A sounding of retreating footsteps within the hallway worried her though. For the sudden cease within them made her wonder if the person had hoped that he wouldn't be heard. Not hearing them start once more, she felt an overpowering curiosity, and placing the instrument strap over her shoulder, she walked to the doorway, slowly opening the doorway and peering out with a curious twinkle in her eyes. Finally stepping out, she nearly jumped when she saw the man that she'd run into earlier. "Oh goodness. Um... I'm sorry." She didn't know what exactly apologizing for, but she bowed her head, her hair falling away from her shoulders to frame her face a moment later.
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[Charisma.]

[.Jason.]
"Rules? I don't do rules."
[[...There's an angel on my shoulder
There's a devil at my door...]]

Before Jason could actually retreat and head back outside, where he needed to be at the moment, he was stopped by the voice of the same girl who had knocked them both backwards, earlier. Now he didn't know what to say. She was apologizing? He'd expected more of a "who are you??" or a "what are you doing??" in an angry tone of voice. But no, she had to apologize? Now he was definitely certain that he should have never been here in the first place.

"Yeah uhm....." he started still sounding a bit confused, before realizing he still had his hood upon his head, which he didn't even bother to remove. "I should be going now..." he started, still sounding quite confused as it was. "Sorry..." he stepped backwards again, yet this girl looked way to curious, to cast him away. He'd thought the princess would be one to cause conflict, throw him out, ask him why he was here. But he got a mere apology. Something was different about this girl. She wasn't like what he had expected. Then again he brushed that thought aside. He had only just met her. Well, not even met her- only seen her.

[Lennie]

[[ certainly. ^^ ]]

[[- - Sawyer, yeah that's my name. What about it? - -
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[[" the simplest things in life, often lead to the greatest complications.
so if this is true, why do we bother to believe that things can come with ease?
or is this the illusion that we wish to see? do we blind ourselves in false hope? "]]
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Raising her head a tad after a moment, Sawyer waited for him to speak, and when he did she couldn't help but smile a tad, hiding a laugh behind it. His voice reflected obvious confusion, and though she didn't fully understand why, perhaps, she figured, it was because she had apologized once more for something she had previously apologized for. But, she often did that. She often apologized a great deal more than was necessary. As he continued to back away, Sawyer realized that her curiosity was peaking, and now she was wondering why he had followed her. But then again, it may have been rude to merely ask such a question.

Raising her hand a tad, she held a slight smile upon her lips. "Wait." Her voice paused once more as she realized she didn't know what had impulsed her to say that. She then realized, that she still didn't know what to say as an addition to that statement. "Um... Who are you?" Her voice was once more, one prying with curiosity, and she hoped not to anger him but at the same time, she also hoped that he wouldn't merely take off and leave.
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[Charisma.]

[.Jason.]
"Rules? I don't do rules."
[[...There's an angel on my shoulder
There's a devil at my door...]]

Jason didn't say anything at first, taken aback slightly, and was pretty much about to leave when he'd heard the girl ask him to wait. Now he really thought he was screwed. If this girl recognized him, it might not be too great, and since she was the princess. When she finally asked her question, Jason didn't answer for what seemed like quite a while. After a pause, he finally answered, still feeling at loss of words. This was insane. "So what do you wanna know. My name, or who I am as a person?" He mused with sarcasm leaking from his voice, though it was quite obvious he was being as nonchalant and laid back as possible at the moment.

He was good with witty remarks, especially when people asked him who he was and such. He got that a lot. Though the people that did know him, didn't even bother asking him any questions- well, depending on the person. He didn't bother to remove his hood that shaded his face over, just yet, but soon enough he had a feeling he might have to.

[Lennie]

[[- - Sawyer, yeah that's my name. What about it? - -
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[[" the simplest things in life, often lead to the greatest complications.
so if this is true, why do we bother to believe that things can come with ease?
or is this the illusion that we wish to see? do we blind ourselves in false hope? "]]
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The moment that the man replied, it seemed as though a heavy fog of silence had just lifted from the area. Sighing faintly in reply to his comment, Sawyer smiled a tad after his statement, hardly letting his sarcasm bother her. "Well..." She paused for a moment, finally lifting her head entirely, tilting it a tad after a moment with her bangs falling to the side once more. "You could tell me either I suppose. I mean, it would be curious to know who you think you are as a human being, all though, it would be nice to know your name as well."

A hint of laughter was evident in her voice once more, and she leaned back against the wall, continuing to smile. His face was hidden in the shade of his dark hood, and for a moment her mind dwelled on how he appeared under the hood, what his face looked like, but she didn't allow the thought to sit for too long. After all, she was more curious in how he would respond.
"Oh, perhaps I should introduce myself first. I'm Sawyer." She smirked a tad, allowing it to mingle with her smile.
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[Charisma.]

[.Jason.]
"Rules? I don't do rules."
[[...There's an angel on my shoulder
There's a devil at my door...]]

Jason paused once more, though not as long as the last time. A rather short time this time around. "Sawyer. Nice name. So you're really a royal." He started as if he hadn't even heard her first reply. He had heard, he just wasn't up to answering that at the moment. She might not know exactly who he was, but her parents might. The guards of the 'castle', might.
He had time to observe her features, her long hair seemed to fall over her face naturally, and she had lively eyes. She was slim figured and actually very pretty. His piercing eyes shown even when his face was shaded over, he sighed lightly and wondered whether or not he should just leave.
"I should probably leave now uhm....kid." he muttered lightly, sounding apologetic as well. He knew he shouldn't be somewhere he wasn't wanted or needed. Starting to head back, he kept his eyes on her before actually turning around.

[Lennie]

[[- - Sawyer, yeah that's my name. What about it? - -
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[[" the simplest things in life, often lead to the greatest complications.
so if this is true, why do we bother to believe that things can come with ease?
or is this the illusion that we wish to see? do we blind ourselves in false hope? "]]
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Still maintaining a smile, Sawyer waited for a response, though when it came, the smile immediately faded. So you're really a royal. She sighed a tad, managing to smile faintly a moment later. She noticed his eyes, striking as they were, glancing her over, but she hardly cared. The only thought going through her mind was why she couldn't be just known as Sawyer, not a royal. It may seem like a petty complaint, but, she truly felt it.

As he went to leave, she knew she shouldn't stop him, and for it, she chose not to, knowing she was probably bothering him. She just wanted to know his name though, even if she may not see him again any time soon. As he turned, her eyes still followed him, as his had a moment ago, and as he left, she slid down the wall until she was seated at the base of it her instrument case clunking against the ground beside her. She smirked faintly to herself, wondering what the hell she was doing. Shrugging off the thought, she tried to think what she did remember about the man, from when she'd run into him a short time before.

He'd had a unique hairstyling, and a rather handsome face with all else considered. He was obviously of a slimmer stature, though, she couldn't tell much else from the bit that she had seen of his face but his eyes were quite striking, though perhaps piercing may have been a better word. Royalty. The word rolled off her tongue so simply as she sat there, wondering how she really felt about that title. It didn't dwell for long though, when one of the children came out, asking her if she wanted to practice once more. Pausing to reply to the young girl's statement, she waited till the man had rounded the corner before standing once more apologizing to the young girl.

Running down the hallway once more, her feet quietly thudded against the ground as she ran, rounding the corner a moment later. "Wait! Could I at least know your name?"
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