Intermezzo [Open]

[professahhh]

WHO: Luke Triton and OPEN
WHERE: Throughout Recolle
WHEN: March!
WHAT: Ruffians, interviews, and other things.
WARNINGS: Reckless violin endangerment

News at 7;
[ Luke Triton had a tape recorder in his breast pocket, and a notepad and pen in hand as he wandered the city streets: a short British boy in shorts and a little blue cap. He had the air of someone trying to be as close to a professional journalist as possible. ]

Pardon me, do you have a spare moment? I'm looking for an interview subject.

Plucking great;
[ Luke was walking home carefully, looking both ways before entering the intersection. It was a bit of a bother to walk home, truth be told; the instrument case at his side made negotiating crowds a bit difficult. But at least he didn't play the bass.

Just then, a small crowd of boys ran by and jostled him; the case fell from his hands and onto the sidewalk with a sickening skidding noise. ]

Oh no, my violin!

[ Before he could get to it, however, one of the taller boys grabbed its handle and hoisted it over his head. ]

Give that back, you!

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Comments

Plucking great

[yoyoboy]

[There are two things Tony hates: older kids and older kids who are also bullies.

When he sees a young kid trying to get his violin case from the older kids while he's walking home from school, he decides to intervene without any second thoughts and glares at the older kids with a frown.]

Hey, leave this kid out of this and give his violin back!

[professahhh]

[ "Aw, go home and straighten your pocket protector collection," sneered the boy holding Luke's instrument case. Luke tried to hop up and catch the fabric with his fingers, but to no avail, as it was only raised higher. ]

[yoyoboy]

[Of course, Tony is now glaring at the older kids, now angry that he ignored him.]

Hey! I give you one last chance! Give that back and leave this kid alone!

[professahhh]

Rrrgh...

[ Luke, deciding that this approach wasn't working, instead kicked the boy in the shins.

"Ow! You little shit...!" He dropped the violin, and in that brief moment, the instrument was sailing through the air. In a panic, Luke ran after it, hands outstretched. ]

Plucking great

[esperimental]

Hey. Cut the crap and give the boy his violin back.

[ Should he really be calling someone his own age "the boy"... well, the thought counts. Ritsu's glare is intense, but he's still smaller than the bullies that had gathered. He doesn't look intimidated, though. ]

[professahhh]

[ One of the taller kids scowled at him. "Get lost, Sergeant America. Or maybe we'll go through your pockets and see if you've got any change."

Luke was hopping up at different angles, trying to swipe at his case, but so far not having much luck. ]

Why, you!

[esperimental]

Ah, yes, well, it'll take some work figuring out which schools those of you who aren't in uniform, but...

[ He's been holding onto his phone during this under the pretense of texting, but as the sound click just indicated, he's taken a photo of proof of their harassment. ] I don't think school administrations would like to keep students who heckle children for fun.

--Feel free to chase after me after surrendering the instrument, but I'm a pretty good runner.

[ If that still doesn't work, he's going to absolutely punch the boy holding it up in the face. ]

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[killyoubastards]

[Anise had her school backpack on and was walking down the street, occasionally stopping to look through a store window, when the boy approached. He looked about her age... or maybe a little younger? She tilted her head at him with a look of genuine curiosity.]

What kind of interview?

[professahhh]

Well, I've got a list of questions here, and I'll just ask them. It shouldn't take that long. They're mostly about your life, I suppose.

[killyoubastards]

About me...?

[She considered it for a second, and as she did, her mouth widened into a grin.]

Hee hee. This isn't just an excuse for you to strike up a conversation with a cute girl, is it?

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[megabond]

[Once he heard a young boy's voice behind while walking to the university, he turns around and notices him asking if he could be his interview subject. To be honest, he thinks it's a little cute for him to be a journalist, so he might try to help him out.]

Sure, but what kind of interview are you doing?

[professahhh]

Well, it's around five questions or so about yourself. It shouldn't take too long, if you're in a hurry.

[megabond]

It's alright. I think I got some spare time to answer them.

[That and he is almost at the university anyways.]

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[borntoolate]

[She's an actress, so Iris is no stranger to interviews, but usually the interviewer is a little older. And less adorable. How can she say no?]

I guess I've got some time. What do you want to know?

[professahhh]

All right, then...

[ Luke looked down at his notes. ]

How would you describe yourself to someone who's never met you?

[borntoolate]

[Not the sort of question she was expecting. Iris frowns slightly and folds her arms across her chest.]

I... dunno. I think it would depend on who I was describing myself to.

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[voidedmemory]

Oh - of course.

[ He's willing to answer a few questions as long as it doesn't go into family stuff too often because he feels bad about lying to children. It's not like he doesn't have time to spare, anyway. ]

What kind of interview is it?

[professahhh]

[ Luke adjusted his cap. ]

Well, how about I give you the first question so you've got an idea?

How did you find your way to your current job?

[voidedmemory]

[ So professional! He appreciates the clear amount of effort that is being put into this interview. ]

Oh, hm...

Well, I like to study languages, so I naturally sought out a place where I could do that more easily...I started off with translation, but I like teaching people too, so I ended up becoming a lecturer at the university.

Though I suppose it might be a little strange that someone whose second language is English ended up teaching it.

Is that enough information? [ He doesn't want to get this wrong, after all. ]

Plucking Great

[divine_braid]

[Duo heard the shouting about 'give it back' and had a feeling he knew exactly what was going on. He came around the corner, and frowned at what he saw.

He straightened to his full height (which really wasn't all that tall, but tall enough for this), and stalked over, crossing his arms.]

Hey... give the kid back his violin.

[professahhh]

[ One of the older boys hesitated, but this new stranger didn't look like the fuzz. "Get lost, jerk." ]

You give it back this minute! I need that for my rehearsal!

[ "Did you hear that?" asked the boy holding the instrument, swinging it away from Luke. "He has a rehearsal." ]

[divine_braid]

[Duo didn't look like a cop because he wasn't. Heck, he was a high school senior, but that didn't stop him from stepping up. In face, around school, he had something of a reputation for standing up to bullies.]

Yeah. He's got a rehearsal. And he's gonna need that instrument. I suggest you give it back to him.

[Duo looked like he meant business.]

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[wordcarvings]

[ Out on to buy a coffee after a quick nap, Koutarou, with wrinkled clothes covered in paint and bedhead, stops when he hears the squabble, and wanders over to the children. He takes the violin case from the boy holding it, his reflexes far better than a child's. ]

Children, that's not very nice. Don't pick on others.

[professahhh]

[ Wait, who was this fellow? Seizing the chance, Luke held out his hands. ]

Thank you, sir. If you could just return that...

[wordcarvings]

Here.

[ He holds the case to the boy, and looks between the children. ]

You should say sorry.

[ He looks at the bigger children. ]