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Trailer three: People really should stay out of Alleys
A large crowd was gathered in front of a caucasian man, who looked no older than 17. In the teen's hands was an unusual looking, white guitar (with red designs at the side). But the most eye catching thing about the teen was... Well, a large scar across his right brow. His sea green eyes. The teen was wearing a white and jacket-like peice of clothing. The only difference between it and a jacket was that it reached up to his thighs in length (like a trench coat). A black sash covered his waist and golden yellow covered the lower part of his sleeves. Maroon slacks covered his lower body along with a pair of... Roman grieves?
Not that much people looked at his lower body because they were to busy looking up at him. Too mesmerized by his guitar playing.
"Oh I miss you-ooh-ooh." Sang the brunette teen while strumming his unusual looking guitar.
"Without you I just don't fit in." The brunette strummed his guitar with expert precision. He didn't even look like he was focused. In fact the song he was singing made him,remember somebody that he used to know.
Imagination
"You blockhead! You ate all of my canelés!"
Imagination end
"Eveybody's got somebody, everybody's got somebody, every body's got somebody but me." The teen stopped singing and strumming as a small smile graced his lips. It turned into abfrown however when the crowd went wild and a few people put some money on his guitar's guitar case.
"WOOOOHHHH! You rock! Play Sing next!" Shouted a male voice in the crowd.
"No! Play I'm not the only one!" Shouted another voice in the crowd, this time, a female.
"Im Yours!"
"Shut up and dance with me!"
"Photograph!"
The guitarist's sea green eyes narrowed a bit before something in his mind clicked. He raised his hand and motioned for the crowd to quiet down. A few murmured while others shuddered in anticipation.
"Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes." Sang the guitar playing teen in perfect unison with his strumming. The crowd broke in to cheers even if it was just the beginning of the song.
"But it's the only thing that I know." His sea green eyes began to flicker, as he began to space out again. His singing and strumming did not even falter. In fact, they only began to sound better.
" When it gets hard, you know it can get hard."
Imagination
"Face it tiger, you just hit jackpot!"
Imagination end.
"So you can keep me, in the pocket of your ripped jeans. Holding me close until our eyes meet."The teen's lips transformed into a genuine smile as he reflected the memory.
"You won't ever be alone. And if you hurt me its okay baby only words bleed." This particular line of lyrics caused the guitarist to reflect on other memories.
Imagination
"I... I'm sorry. But, you are in my way. So, stay away!"
Imagination end.
"You can keep me, inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen, right next to your heart beat where I should be." The guitarist scowled a bit, which caused his strumming to falter. It took a few seconds for him to notice this, but he he immediately picked up the pace.
"Keep it deep within your sooouuul. And if you hurt me, that's okay baby only words bleed. Inside these pages just hold me." The guitar playing teen strummed with renewed vigor as he wanted to end the song quickly.
"I won't ever let you go, wait for me to come home." His sea green eyesopened and shut, as he remembered a lot of things happening in beacause of the song. Some good, some bad. Mostly memorable though.
The crowd went wild after he stopped playing and singing. They shouted more songs and put more money inside the open guitar case. The brunette guitarist, however, had enough. He put his hands up and flailed them.
"Um, guys. Guys! I appreciate and thank those of you who gave me donations and my fans. I would like to play more songs for you, but unfortunately, I have to go home." A series of murmurs of disappointment ran through the crowd, interrupting the guitarist for a bit.
"But I'll still be playing here tomorrow so... Yeah, goodnight and goodbye." Continued fhe teen awkwardly. The disappointed crowd quickly dispersed afterwards and so did the teen, after he gathered his equipment of course.
The brunette walked the streets of Neo York city with his guitar (in a guitar case of course) slung to his back. There was enough Lien in that to keep him fed and hydrated for about a week, if he rationed it well enough. The brunette guitarist sighed, he didn't want the money. He was just sulking of in the park one day while playing his guitar with his guitar case open in front of him when suddenly a few passerbys gave him a tip. Then a crowd followed. And eventually, he had a mob of fans, and donors. Even though he really didn't mean to get the money off of guitar playing, he didn't complain. He had roughly around 12,000 Lien with him after a month of playing guitar in the park.
The teen scowled a bit when he remembered a far away memory. One that told him to use great power responisbly. Someone that was far gone. Was this using his talents for good? Or was it just a selfish ploy to get money. He did not know anymore. Nothing was making sense to him anymore anyways, especially in the last six months.
The brunette teen was interrupted from his musings however, when a yelp alerted him to a nearby alley. His sight was quickly barraged with white outlines of his surroundings. But the interesting part was the green and red outlines. They looked like an outline of human people. The only difference was, there were three reds, and one green.
"Craptastic." Muttered the brunette. His grip on the guitar case tightened immensly while he grit his teeth. A decision had to be made. The teen knew that there were only two options. Go there and help the green outline, or simply leave. He struggled immensly he wondered what he should do. The rational part of his brain told him to just walk away. But the hunter-in-training part? It told him to go there and help. After mulling his thoughts over, he made a choice. Hopefully he made the right one.
He walked away.
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Okay just kidding, seriously what do you think he'd do?
He opened his guitar case and grabbed his guitar. But he pressed a switch on it which made the handle of the guitar's strings snapped and were removed from it. The guitar handle transformed into a long rifle with a bayonette in the end. The body of the guitar's strings ,however, were lodged near the circular hole of the body. It then separated itself from the body (strings included) and became a circular disk-like object, with the strings retracting within it. The teen placed the rest of the body inside and ran towards the green and red outline
" Come on asswipe! I already gave you my cash! What more do you want." Growled a blonde haired woman.
"Well, babe, we were looking to have some fun with you too." Said the obvious leader of the to be rapists.
"Help! Anyone! He-!" The woman tried to scream for help but the men seized her.
"Look honey, you can scream all ya want. But no one can hear
"C'mon guys! Hurry up! I'm buying Grimm May Cry 5 later!" Said another member of the group of robbers.
The woman gasped as the the robbers (and to be rapists) grabbed her by the... indecent parts of the body and started to grope her. They were about to... Do something indecent to her, but a loud clang interrupted them. They turned around and saw a brunette teenager with a white hoody bending downwards to pick up an unusual looking guitar. It appeard to take the teen a few seconds to notice what he was interrupting.
"Uhh, hehehe. Soooo, what are you guys doing there?" Asked the teen with a mix of awkwardness and sheepishness.
"Take care of 'em Lloyd. Take the guitar too, then see if he has cash." Motioned the leader of the three robbers with a shrug. The tallest of the three robbers then removed his hands from the terrified blonde wokan and walked towards the guitarist.
"You ain't gonna like this, kid." Threatened the big thug.
"Are you... robbing me?" Asked the teen with what seemed like genuine innocence.
"What does it look like?" Answered the big thug sarcastically.
A loud crash was heard when the largest thug was sent flying towards his friends. The other two thugs were too busy leering pervertedly at the woman to notice when there friend was sent flying to them. The result was two thugs lying beneath a big one. The blonde woman looked up in shock and saw the teen holding his guitar (still in guitar case) out like a baseball bat.
"Miss, kindly get the hell out of here now." Said the teen firmly as he took out his unusual looking guitar from the guitar case. The woman only nodded in reply as she ran away. The teen then pressed a button on the bridge of his guitar to retract all the strings into the circular hole of the guitar. It was at this point, however, when the thugs had recovered and each brought out red bladed swords.
"You'll pay for that you little (vulgar word for feces)! Lloyd! Ernie! Get that asshole!" Roared the leader of the thugs.
Lloyd (the large thug) and Ernie both rushed at the guitarist at the same time. Ernie reached him first (because he was the smaller one) and attempted an overhead slash, but when he raised his arm to strike, the brunette teen jabbed the stout end of his guitar at Ernie's stomach, causing the poor thug to keel over in pain. The teen wasn't done yet though, as he kneed Ernie in the face and then swung his guitar upwards to send Ernie flying towards Lloyd. However, Lloyd saw this and immediately dodged the incoming projectile, while he aimed his sword to strike Kenshin.
The brunete teen smirked and blocked the strike with the guitar's riff. The force of the strike accidentally strummed the guitar causing the tip of it's body to open. The guitarist kicked Lloyd away and aimed the guitar at him, before strumming it again. This time the hole shot out a dust enforced bullet straight into Lloyd's hand (which was the one holding his weapon) causing the poor henchman to drop his sword. Guitar whack to the head finished Lloyd off.
The shocked leader pulled out a pistol and shot at the brunette teen. The guitarist simply used the guitar's body as a shield and dashed towards the leader. With the distance closing between them, the only thug left standing switched to his red bladed sword and attempted to slash at the teen. The guitarist just parried the strike and then jabbed the long end of the guitar at the thug's solar plexus, causing the thug to gasp for air. With the thug incapacitated, the teen just struck the poor guy in the face with his guitar (knocking out a few teeth in the process), knocking him out.
"Man, maybe I was a bit too brutal with that. Sorry guys, hehe." Said the teen with genuine guilt as he pulled a few Lien from his guitar case and placed it under the leader of the thugs' body.
"-sigh- At least I helped someone today."
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The songs