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!

Wildcard;
(A placeholder for whatever and whenever!)

Comments

[professahhh]

I do like playing, but that's not why I'm checking on it. It cost four hundred pounds, you know.

[ And he was dead meat if he came back with it broken. The main body of the violin looked intact, but the bridge had come off and the strings lay loose. ]

[yoyoboy]

[400 pounds?! He rather not know how much is it in US dollars.]

Um... So... How's the violin then?

[professahhh]

[ Luke breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the instrument and popped the bridge back in place. ]

I think it's fine. I'll have to retune it, though.

[ It looked as though his bow was intact, too, though that was nowhere near as expensive. ]

[yoyoboy]

[Tony also sighs in relief when he heard the state of his violin.]

Good, I don't want to add my whole allowance to pay the repairs on your violin.

[professahhh]

[ Luke looked surprised as the latched the case closed. ]

Well, it's not as though you'd be held responsible, you know. I'd be the one in hot water... along with those older boys.

[yoyoboy]

Well, I jumped in without any second thoughts. Besides, I'm the one who tackled them before you run away. So it's somehow my fault...

[professahhh]

I'm telling you, it's not your fault! But my instrument's fine, anyway, so no harm done.

[ He tucked the case in at his side. ]

All right, I'd better be getting home.

[yoyoboy]

[At least the young kid isn't blaming Tony for his reckless actions.]

Yeah. Maybe we can try hanging out if we have some free time.