Mr Celtic Enigma
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- Posted: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 20:27:33 +0000
tab Ah, yes. The first day of summer. The twenty-first of June where the weather is promising and leaves of the trees begin to take their colorful bloom. Birds progressively start to wake earlier and indulge in the breeze of a nice wind blow. The sun soon illuminates brighter and brighter as the days go by, causing the weather to easily rise in heat. Mothers soon add sunscreen and sandals to their shopping lists. Fathers mow their front and back yards more frequently in sequence with other means of yard work. Children beg their parents to buy inflatable pools and hook up the sprinklers for their water-bound fun in the sun. Then of course, there are the teenagers and young adults who have just graduated not more than two or so weeks prior to the twenty first and who are already taking advantage of their freedom from schoolwork and lectures. Most often, most teenagers were sen sleeping in to later hours compared to what they were used to. What was once waking around the hours of seven or eight o'clock, now waking around ten or eleven o'clock. Such better hours of sleep to wake up at were often taken advantage of. Especially those who were night owls.
tab Tristian Anthony Pierce had already been awakened around the hours of nine o'clock by a single parent who desired the front yard to be mowed. A single mother who had lived through a divorce which had her fighting for the custody of Tristian and his sister. Tristian himself and his sister both siding with their mother. His father was a recovering alcoholic, but also a businessman who had little to no time to spend on his own wife and kids when it came to his travels and consistency with work. In no way shape or form was the divorce abusive, but it was a divorce which put his mothers income against his fathers in accordance to who could support their kids more. Interestingly enough, the age of eighteen was when a child was no longer dependent on their parents and could choose their own whereabouts to live. In the case between Tristian's mother and father, the court left the decision where to live in Tristian's hands due to him still being in school. Putting his mother who was the manager of a Starbucks in the downtown, busied area of the city against his father who was a wealthy businessman who was always away from home. The decision was clear cut and for Tristian who hardly knew his father, it was an easy choice. His sister, eighteen at the time, also went with their mother.
tab The only fallout of such a decision was no longer having a father in his life due to his father making certain that he wanted to cut indefinite ties with his kids and now ex-wife. The advantage however was a new found relationship between mother, daughter and son which strengthened them as a family and helped to truly keep Tristian's mind at ease. Sure, Tristian always had his own set of looming problems and personal choices he made that he was certain his mother or sister wouldn't approve of. But he was taught in the sense that 'you truly don't know how far you fall until you're flat out on your face at rock bottom. At that point, you truly go from a boy, to a man if you can pick yourself back up and fight off your personal demons to recover who you truly are'. One of his favorite mottos to live by and something that helped him when the times were rough. That, and his love for music. A god given gift to read, understand and write lyrics to his own music in his head while having taken voice training lessons and singing lessons abroad just to further his abilities. With a minor skill in guitars and the understanding of drumming, Tristian had a series of skills he could put to the test. But none as good as his voice.
tab Around the current time of day, Tristian had already mowed the front and back yard and had no need to rake due to the grass catching attachment equipped onto the lawnmower. All he simply had to do was finish mowing and empty the bag once or twice throughout the lawn duties. Other than that, the rest of his outside chores pertained to weed whacking, trimming the hedges, weeding the garden and flower bed, watering the plants and washing both his mother and his car. Simple tasks that took no longer than two or three hours at the max. Plus from years of having done it before, and the right gloves, equipment, tools and know how to complete it all, it was done fairly quick. Already showered up and changed into crisp, clean, comfortable clothes to start the day, Tristian felt a vibration buzz through his right jean pocket. His left hand held onto a Monster Energy can in the flavor of Absolute Zero, but the can was soon set down as he would need two hands to type a response. For anyone who might be awake, I'll be at the coffee cafe for quite some time. Come join me dweebs!. Ah-ha! One of his friends had already sent out a chain text to what looked like a group of other people.
tab The text itself letting everyone know where she would be. The 'she' in question would be the accomplished artist, outgoing, tatted up and always amusing female of the bunch, Juliet. Where as Tristian's major seemed to be in music with a minor in varied instruments, Juliet's was art. Her art was the kind of art that would be seen on a billboard or make the most accomplished graffiti artist blush. Like Tristian, she always had a journal around, mostly her sketchbook, and it was chalked full of artistry gold. Tristian's on the other hand, was front and back covered with individual songs and personal thoughts he put into writing. Sometimes a haiku here. Occasionally a poem there. But otherwise the journal he had on him was essentially years of his life wrote down through lyrics and words. Almost like an anthology of his life in music. No longer needed to do chores anytime soon due to his mother having left for work an hour ago, Tristian felt as if today was going to be a good day to relax and mellow out. If Juliet was inviting everyone out to the coffee shop to hangout, who was he to say no. Plus, with how beautiful it was outside today, who knows what fun the group could get into.
tab Been awake since nine. Orange juice and Monster is the only thing keeping me awake. Coffee sounds like a good bet. See you there soon. Sent. Now that he had pretty much made his RSVP known, Tristian felt it necessary to return to his bedroom and put the necessary things he needed in his pockets while grabbing his small messenger bag backpack. On the way there however, he felt another buzz in his hand which still held onto the phone seeing as he wasn't surprised if his text might get replied to, or someone else would text him for additional chat. This time, it was the equally entertaining, tree loving, peace sharing hippie of the group, Raquel. Her invite to find 'inner peace' was easily understood in his mind as possibly blazing up or catching a bowl. However, neither was truly in his interests. However, he could always go for a nice round of hookah. Responding to Raquel, he'd state just that in his own words. You know me. Weed and bongs aren't my thing. But I could go rounds with a hookah. Especially if there's a smoke shop around here. All the different flavors to choose from and replacing the water in the water jar with either Gatorade or energy drinks. Yum. Now, he could continue getting ready.
■ LOCATION | Bedroom (Pierce Household)
■ VEHICLE | 2013 Chevy Cruze LS
■ ATTIRE | Comfortable
■ WITH | No One
■ OOC | Gotta' love strong intro posts. Haha.