Knight
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Post by Knight on Jun 21, 2015 23:17:37 GMT -5
"Peculiar names tend to last longer in minds than bland ones. And truly, is it not better if a person, upon meeting you, is not reminded of the other people that they have met with your name?" He'd been Knight for so long now that he hardly even remembered what it was like to have a name as bland as Lawrence. He wouldn't answer to it if someone called for Lawrence across the way, either. Knight was satisfied with his name, and it would have taken a great force to convince him to change it.
"Please dazzle me with your fantastic and dumb-striking idea," he said smiling broadly. Sudden and brilliant ideas rarely came to him, but he was always happy to hear the breakthroughs that others made. And if hers was going to save him his money, he would be all the more grateful for it. "Though if it turns out to involve bank robbery, I will point out that I already suggested petty crime as an option."
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Jun 22, 2015 2:19:08 GMT -5
She sighed, "Well, that is true. You'd have to search in the other side of the world to find someone with the same name as I," she shrugged. Suki was a pretty cute name, if she had to admit. Though she had felt the need to want an Italian name, like Bianca, or Carla, Adela, Alessa, Alessandra, Carmina, and so on with Italian names. But then again, she wasn't suffering the worst of it, really. She guessed having a diverse name was actually pretty cool. It stands out, that's for sure. If anyone were to call out her name, she would be the only one it was addressed to, more than most of the time.
"No, not a bank robbery. Time in jail will cost me more than asking for a saxophone, you're making this really much more complicated as it should be, Knight," she told him with a playful roll of her eyes. "I'll give you money from what I earned as a healer, you go buy me a sax, say its for your dying uncle, we meet up again, and you give me the saxophone and voila! I officially now have a saxophone." She did feel dumb just saying that. Because she could have literally done this a few years ago. Send a hench to buy herself an instrument. That was a smart idea, and a rather simple one at that.
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Post by Knight on Jun 23, 2015 21:07:58 GMT -5
"Oh, not so far. I'm sure I've met a Suki in the City. Never one who looked quite like yourself though," he amended. It was not an entirely common trend to name your children after a word in a language from so far away, but there were more than a couple Japanese families around. Despite the growing distrust towards them, they still seemed to thrive. Knight rarely had much to do with any one minority group, besides the African-Americans of course. He owed his greatest love to them, jazz music and everything that it meant to him. He owed them a debt that could never be repaid.
"You have the money for a saxophone?" he asked, slightly incredulous. "If I'd known that, it wouldn't be a problem at all. And I hardly need to invent a dying uncle. No respectable institution would deny me a saxophone, even if I just wanted to use it as an ornament." Knight smiled into his drink, satisfied with the decision that had been made. "In fact, you could quite easily come along and choose one yourself. Jazz musicians are known for strange behaviours like getting their girls to pick the instrument for them. Not that you're my girl, but we could always pretend." Perhaps that was a tad cheeky, but he could hardly stop himself. Too easy, too much fun to be had.
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Jun 23, 2015 22:31:01 GMT -5
She laughed, "I'm a healer, of course I have money. Well, I don't have as much as my male co-workers, but enough for spares, and please, don't invent a dying uncle for a saxophone, even if it is worth it," her laughs started to turn to snickers. This man has made her laugh more than everyone can maker her do so in a year, excluding her cousin Vivian of course. He was definitely a pleasure to be around, it already looked like. She waved a hand and one of the bartenders back in the bar immediately fixed them up with more drinks.
She laughed again, "I guess I could fall in that category, Jazz musicians tend to work as healers whilst consuming alcohol almost weekly," she told him. She sipped her drink before responding again, "You like to deceive, don't you?" Suki asked him, looking at him with knowing eyes, "I like to pretend, I'll take you up on your offer, Knight," she told him in almost a whisper. Suki knew the art of crime and deception to the tip of the ice berg, down to the deepest abyss. Such little things as pretending to be someone else didn't faze her anymore.
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Post by Knight on Jun 24, 2015 2:23:46 GMT -5
Knight nodded his thanks for the drink. You didn't have to be in the business long to learn to be grateful for anything that people choose to give you of their own free will. That went double for busking, as most people were far too tight to pay for a performance that they didn't have to. Not that a pianist got many opportunities to busk, that is. "It's not like it would be hard to have a fake dying uncle. When people asked about the funeral, all I'd have to do was tell them that he was back in Wales. Problem solved! Unless someone that knows my family showed up, that is. That could be awkward."
"Give me a little credit. I like to perform, a much nobler art than deceiving. People want to be entertained, they want my music to whisk them away to places they've long since lost, and times that they were never able to have. It just so happens that performing can become deceiving with just a few tweaks, if you do it right." Knight never thought of himself as a liar, or a thief. He had morals, he'd never stolen when he didn't desperately need to eat, or if it wasn't for him. He'd never swindled anyone out of money they didn't owe him. He considered his actions simply ensuring that things worked out fairly, those who should pay paid, those that shouldn't know things didn't. It was never malicious.
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Jun 25, 2015 22:17:28 GMT -5
She looked at him, taking in his words, "You're from England?" she asked him, raising an elegant brow. Well, not really that elegant in her standards, its been three weeks since she had them done. Nevertheless, it was still sculpted well enough for the civilian tastes. She was hardly a civilian if not a soldier, really. A soldier for the Antonucchi, you can say. But she was a woman, a woman couldn't be a soldier at this age and time, but she was sure being treated like one.
"It is true, I feel like deceiving is so unnecessary and always is unfavourable," she shook her head. Of course that was very hypocritical of her to say. "Its like sleeping and having a good dream," she told him with a sigh. She was bound by loyalty, otherwise she'd gladly die, of course. Suki sipped on her drink, looking at the musicians with a bored look. "How about next week, you can let me choose your saxophone, and pay for it too," she looked at him and winked.
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Post by Knight on Jun 26, 2015 20:21:09 GMT -5
Knight scowled at her comment. He ought to be used to Americans conflating his home and England, but it seemed like it would always sting. "I'm Welsh, not English. We were conquered by the English, you'd hardly appreciate it if foreigners went around referring to all of you Americans as from England." It was definitely a sore spot. Nobody likes the English, especially if you're from the British Isles. Bunch of pompous bastards, smug in their conviction that they were better than everyone else. "I'm definitely not from England."
"That's in no way true. If we went around telling everyone all the truth, all the time, we'd all have murdered each other a long time ago. Civilisation is built on pillars of lies, most of them well-intentioned." Anyone who genuinely thought it was better to never lie at all was bound to live a life of hardship. more so than anyone else. Deception was necessary, favourable, and sometimes just damn fun. "Next week sounds fantastic. For obvious reasons, most of my days are quite free."
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Jun 26, 2015 23:28:01 GMT -5
Suki apologized, "I'm sorry," then she realized what he said. Suki stiffened, Welsh? Though she shouldn't judge him for him, but there was a high percent chance that he is an Irish guy from the Wales... She shook her head, no, only Suki Antonucchi hated Irish people, not Suki Holland. Suki Holland didn't care, not at all. And there was also a chance Knight wasn't Irish, Welsh people tended to be Irish as well.
She looked at him sadly, he didn't know how true that was in her case, she hated it. She hated her crime streak, and she hated that she even enjoyed it for her family's sake. But as the mention of saxophones she lightened up again, "Of course your days are free, your nights must be packed as a pianist," she told him simply. She sharply finished her drink, thinking that they could play here in the bar after. Just maybe they could, make a band and everything he described they would do after that. It sounded quite nice, really.
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Post by Knight on Jun 28, 2015 1:07:51 GMT -5
Knight shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Pet peeve of mine. I get Irish, Scottish, English, I even once got bloody Cornish. Never Welsh though. Not even once." He absolutely loathed it when people made it out like his country didn't even exist. The English might be spouting all that nonsense about them all being Brits, but they were the only ones that actually bought it. No self-respecting Scot would ever let someone call them English. And he would do the same.
"When things are going well, they certainly are. I've gone as long as three nights without any real sleep before crashing when I was on a hot streak." He'd nearly gone nuts afterwards, too. Taken a full four days to just sleep and do nothing important. Knight started to wonder if he'd screwed the pooch on this conversation by being so adamant about his nationality. It wouldn't be the first time he'd irritated someone by making a point about the differences.
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Jun 28, 2015 1:53:56 GMT -5
She felt a bit guilty. He really did seem offended because of the whole Welsh thing. For as much as she talked to some Brits, they actually considered Welsh to be just a part of their native culture and the Wales to be a part of the salad bowl of the United Kingdom together. She guessed it was influence, she knew the Wales was a "used-to" separate— usually was at least— country of its own that was just thrown in as a backass of Brittain these days.
"Well sleep is a necessary part of life, but there are days where sleep doesn't work out for everybody in terms of work," she hummed, leaving the Welsh thing behind. She was over it, thankfully. Arguments never lasted with Suki, either just leave it or forget it with her. This usually was a good thing, Suki rarely made an enemy or a grudge out of it. "Sadly the lack of sleep for one's own job has increasingly become more and more frequent over the years..." Her words were slow yet it had a deep tone to it in seriousness. She looked at Knight once more, "*Insert Music Shop Place Adress Here*, meet met there at eleven sharp before noon. That's when my shift ends," she stood up, "Have a good night, sir. I assure you, we will be playing here again, hopefully with instruments..." Suki gave him a friendly wink as she stood up and left the table, her drink magically empty and she blended in with the bar crowd, vanishing immediately. Not a moment later, a sign that indicated that they were hiring mucisians came up. Seemingly by coincidence, just for Knight as Suki made sure.
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