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Sander Cohen (taketheearsoff) wrote in nofandompolitix,
@ 2009-04-08 12:07:00

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atlas_was_wrong, cynical_techie, laughwithme, taketheearsoff

I'm Sander FUCKING Cohen!
[The deep thrum of piano chords hum in the air as a man, garbed in an old tailcoat with a black bunny mask adorning his face, plinks away on the keys. His voice accompanying the tune.]

♪'IIiiii'm world weary, woooorrrld weary...living in a great big town.
I find it sooooo dreary soooo^ooooooo dreary
everything looks grey or brown.
I want an oc^ean bl-...' ♫

-NoNO!

[he slams his hands down on the keys. A jumble of notes rumbling angrily as he seethes. His glare fixed sternly ahead-

-and he realizes that he wasn't underwater anymore. This was certainly not Rapture. A nervous laugh slips past his lips as he rises from the stool, half caught in a dream. Not Rapture. Not trapped.]

((ooc: greetings everyone. I bring you SANDER COHEN from Bioshock~.))

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	laughwithme 2009-04-08 04:39 pm UTC (link)
	Who are you? ahahaha (Reply to this) (Thread)

	taketheearsoff 2009-04-08 07:11 pm UTC (link)
	[Sander's head snaps up sharply. Unfocused green eyes flash her direction from behind the masquerade mask. The question flits past him, unheeded and completely ignored.] What do we have here? Not a moth~ no doubt. A creature of the sea? [he muses, running his fingers over his chin.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	laughwithme 2009-04-08 07:21 pm UTC (link)
	That's right! hahaha My name is Laughing Octopus... but who are you? hehe [She looks at his mask curiously.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	taketheearsoff 2009-04-08 07:51 pm UTC (link)
	An Octopus? I've never had the honors of meeting one before. I am only a little bunny. But, if it is a name you are grasping for: Sander Cohen! [he raises his arms up in an expanding gesture. His face bright and a wide grin to top it all off.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	laughwithme 2009-04-09 05:05 pm UTC (link)
	[Because she doesn't want to be mean anymore, she's going to be friendly. This man seems friendly, as well.] Nice to meet you Sander~! ahahahaha I have never met a bunny, either... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	taketheearsoff 2009-04-09 06:30 pm UTC (link)
	[For now, at the least~. As long as he doesn't flippy floppy between his artistic mooooods. Sander wraps an arm around her shoulder (and is momentarily fascinated by the fabric of her suit!)] I never know that a little octopus could have such a charming laugh. [he plucks at the shoulder of her suit curiously.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	laughwithme 2009-04-09 10:11 pm UTC (link)
	[She smiled, turning her head to the plucking at her shoulder.] Are you interested in my catsuit, Sander? ahahaha (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

taketheearsoff
2009-04-09 10:47 pm UTC (link)

Catsuit? More like an eel's skin~.

[he runs a finger over the fabric, faintly grinning at the slight 'squeeeeaaaak' that resonates between skin and rubber (or whatever the fabric really was).]

It's simply remarkable. Although I'd gander that movement would be highly limited...

It - is - limited, is it not? Or is this old songbird just making a fool of himself?

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	laughwithme 2009-04-11 09:38 am UTC (link)
	It actually has great movement! ahahaha Don't worry, that was understandable ahahah (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	taketheearsoff 2009-04-11 06:17 pm UTC (link)
	[He nods, 'hmmmm'ing as he steps back and casts a scrutinizing eye over her figure. The look of an artist appreciating a well crafted piece~.] It's well tailored. Perfectly form fitting. Accentuates your curvature. A very fine one might I add. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	laughwithme 2009-04-11 07:21 pm UTC (link)
	Thank you! ehehehehe I like your suit, too~ (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	taketheearsoff 2009-04-12 12:42 am UTC (link)
	What? This ratty old thing? [he beams proudly] Thank you. (Reply to this) (Parent)

cynical_techie
2009-04-09 12:12 am UTC (link)

[OOC: Welcome to NFPDR and thanks for bringing in Sander Cohen! BioShock = Amazing]

[Baird glances at the tuxedo'd, bunny-masked lunatic playing the piano and its only the fact that he cannot metagame that is preventing him from making snarky remarks about Liberace] "Pretty good song dude. Not sure about the gimmick though, been a long time since people in bunny masks wrote smash hits." [The tone is pretty obviously dripping in deadpan snark]

"Wherever you're from, you're trapped here. Welcome to the nexus. Stay away from the spike pit room. Unless, you know, that gets you off or something."

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	taketheearsoff 2009-04-09 12:52 pm UTC (link)
	Trapped again, you say? But, how can that be? I feel the lightness in the air. The artist...yes mmhmmm~...the artist's job is to - illuminate -! And I'll do just that. [he drifts past the other man and after a moments hesitation, turns back and offers a hand.] Almost forgot my manners~. I'm Sander Cohen! And you are~? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cynical_techie 2009-04-09 08:39 pm UTC (link)
	[Baird's just confused. Is this guy insane or just extraordinarily effeminate ~~or both~~?] "Baird. So you're an artist? 'm an engineer." [he, somewhat tentatively, accepts the hand] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

taketheearsoff
2009-04-09 09:10 pm UTC (link)

[strike-through may possibly totally apply here~. 8D]

A handy occupation. An art of it's own, I'm sure.

[He firmly shakes Baird's hand. The sharp, nearly maniacal look never quite leaving his eyes.]

I am~. My talents sprawl over many mediums; from dance, to song, to canvas, to sculpture. I have...always been interested in the human form. An artist's duty is to - capture - and in my most recent endeavors, I have done just that...

-You appreciate sculptures, don't you?

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	cynical_techie 2009-04-10 03:35 am UTC (link)
	"Don't get much time to look at art I'm afraid. And most of the art I knew were propaganda pieces for the assholes that control everything back home.. So can't really say what I like." [looks the man in his eyes... geez, what was he on? More importantly where could Baird get some? He looks at the man curiously] "So where'ya from?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

taketheearsoff
2009-04-10 09:24 am UTC (link)

Then you're in luck! I supply the perfect formula to cultivate your deprived spirit, while all you'd have to do is sit back and enjoy the show~.

[He finally releases Baird's hand and drifts back to the grand piano. His fingers gingerly feather over the keys while he considers the lingering question. This place did indeed appear to be isolated from the Parasites, but he couldn't risk spoiling Ryan's greatest masterpiece. He'd made an oath afterall. Something he intended to keep.]

I'm sorry Baird. A songbird has many songs that it may sing, but sometimes there's a song it promises it wouldn't sing.

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	cynical_techie 2009-04-10 10:16 pm UTC (link)
	[Baird looks at Cohen, not exactly disappointed nor relieved. The look is pretty indifferent] "No problem, a man's gotta keep his promises. I assume that applies to songbirds as well. [deadpan]" "So, where's home for you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	taketheearsoff 2009-04-10 10:43 pm UTC (link)
	Mmmmmhmmm~. [Sander hums in agreement.] I'd imagine here is. As of now. [His fingers trail over his chin as he considers something. With slightly furrowed brows, he turns back to Baird.] What other sorts of people have been gathered here? I'd like to know my audience~. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cynical_techie
2009-04-11 12:40 am UTC (link)

[Eyebrow slightly rises in surprise at the... humming...]

Oh the people here, I'm sure you'd fit right in! We have a vampire that deep-throats his knife, a French guy with red and black eyes that tries to sleep with everyone, a guy that wears a blue spandex racing suit with a helmet that has a bird on it, a sniper chick whose uniform leaves nothing to the imagination, whole other cast of fuckups, really, all normal wholesome people! [/sarcasm]"

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	taketheearsoff 2009-04-12 12:38 am UTC (link)
	Quite the assortment of characters... [his mood pendulums suddenly and he flares, scowling at Baird with disdain.] Are you mocking me?...Are you fucking mocking me?! I-I should have known from that pretentious look of yours. I don't have to tolerate you, nor anyone!! [oh god, here he goes~] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cynical_techie
2009-04-12 04:53 am UTC (link)

[OOC: What's the worst you can do? Play the Blue Danube Waltz whilst sending your minions to slaughter me? Oh, I'm so SCARED![/sarcasm]]

"Mocking? No, I'm simply showing you how you'd fit in! I mean, surely, an artist with an inclination towards theatricality such as yours wouldn't take it as mocking when I simply describe how a knife-sucking Vampire and a whorish Frenchman would get along with you!"
[The tone is so sarcastic that either 1) Sander would be offended or 2) Sander would believe (with his oh-so-ADAM-fucked-mind) that Baird was being sincere.. I would suggest you flip a coin but its your choice as to how Sander reacts... he isn't exactly the most predictable of personalities)]

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	taketheearsoff 2009-04-12 10:44 pm UTC (link)
	((h-he could throw fireballs and call you mean names! 8'< )) [He frowns and looks at Baird skeptically.] Your tone is in discord with your words. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cynical_techie 2009-04-13 03:26 am UTC (link)
	"Discord? Really? I had no idea!" [Baird says it very flatly, probably because he would think the sarcasm obvious. However, Baird is sane and Sander isn't so he may or may not believe Baird is being sincere] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

taketheearsoff
2009-04-13 06:44 am UTC (link)

[Sander exhales through his nose and turns about, striding to his piano in a huff. Here was another member of society drifting into the ranks of the Doubters. He should have known! But Cohen wasn't about to be dragged down, oh no- nono no no. He's stood his ground before and he'll do it again. He'll give Baird a piece of his mind (and his art~).]

Open your ears, Little Doubter, before they shut entirely~.

[Flipping out his coat tails, Sander takes a seat and begins to play. His hands mashing into the keys. He'll drown out all the doubt from this Doubter's mind and rekindle the light that was once lost, for the arts.]

((he's playing this))

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	cynical_techie 2009-04-13 08:51 pm UTC (link)
	[Baird unfortunately has very little in the way of artistic appreciation but he can recognize technical skill a mile away] "Whoa man.... that's an impressive piece of work... how long did it take to write that?" [Tone legitimately breathless] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

taketheearsoff
2009-04-14 12:43 am UTC (link)

[He beams brightly, soaking up the praise like an attention starved child.]

Months upon months of restless nights. Countless hours spent hunched over this very piano.

[Sander drags a hand over the wooden surface. His eyes glazing.]

Dim and dreary times, those were. Swallowed literally by the ocean and without an audience. Ryan had already been swept away by the tides of conflict, drawn into a stalemate with Atlas. All they ever did was squabble.

Du^uuuh-duh-duuuuuuh-duh-duuuuuuh. duh.-_dugh!

[He rolls his eyes and sighs in exasperation. Either he was too caught up in his own memories to realize that he's just departed with a tiny insight of Rapture (talking aloud yet again Sander you careless man you), or he just didn't give a fuck.]

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	cynical_techie 2009-04-14 03:36 am UTC (link)
	[Baird listens, nodding politely. Inside he just wants to get away from this demented freak] "Well, glad to break your drought. Enjoy your time here, just don't walk into the sex change room and you'll be fine" [Baird turns to leave] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	taketheearsoff 2009-04-14 07:40 am UTC (link)
	[Sander nods and waves.] Bump into you later, Little Doubter~. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Awrawrawr :D atlas_was_wrong 2009-04-09 10:24 pm UTC (link)
	Sander. [Puff puff.] [Griin.] (Reply to this) (Thread)

	nomnomnom~ :3 taketheearsoff 2009-04-09 11:05 pm UTC (link)
	Andrew~. [he coos back.] It's...been a while. Thanks to Atlas no doubt. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	atlas_was_wrong 2009-04-10 01:11 pm UTC (link)
	Isn't it always? [He leans on the piano with a disgruntled sigh.] But you certainly haven't changed you ways. [Smile.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

taketheearsoff
2009-04-10 06:53 pm UTC (link)

Habits are like a comfy bed after all. Easy to fall into, but hard to escape from.

...Is there a specific tune you'd like to hear? Obviously my schedule just underwent a drastic clean sweep.

[Sander deludes himself, hiding under the guise of being overloaded with busywork. His mind, still sharp despite years of isolation in a small patch of paradise, had transmuted into something more...something different. Muddled and dancing. Forms twisting and constantly churning.

And he denied every pinch of it.]

Perhaps an old favorite. Or maybe something more - recent -. Here's once of my most recent pieces...

[Cohen subtly brushes past Ryan as he heads back to his seat. Swishing the tails of his coat out, he sits and holds his hands out. Pale hands trail over the keys momentarily, just feeling them, before he strikes the first note.]

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atlas_was_wrong
2009-04-15 10:51 pm UTC (link)

[Cohen's performances were always best, but his private showings were always been Ryan's favorite. At least, they had been.]

I don't believe I've heard this piece before now, Sander. Something you cooked up to keep you occupied when the sandman refused to come calling?

[He pushes off the piano and watches lithe, talented hands sweep over the keys, seeing a hint of the old Cohen in the spark in his eyes.]

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taketheearsoff
2009-04-16 11:41 pm UTC (link)

You could say that.

[He hums in time with the song, his voice soft with reverence as he plays out he main chords. He presses the keys louder as his soul (or more Ryan's, it was dedicated to him after all) seeps through his fingertips, through keys, into hammers pounding away on the strings.

Soon, Sander loses himself to the song, his eyes closed while he sways with every note.]

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