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 Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 2:53 pm
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♫ ℒacey ℋancock ♫
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Lacey took a sip of her Long Island as she listened to her friend tell her what she found out. She probably didn't say anything word for word, but it was enough. Her big dark eyes glanced at the guy that just entered the bar, but it was only for a second at most. She wasn't in the mood to observe anyone at the moment. As she focused back on the blond, her eyes got wide. "You told him what!?" A soft sigh escaped her lips after she asked her unanswered question. She rubbed the edge of the glass gently against her lips while she started to zone out.
Lacey snapped back to reality when her friend asked her the question again. "What...oh that was a song he wrote?" She finally replied back to the information about the guy named Daniel. Her friend didn't really reply and just pushed her to answer the actual question. Lacey set her glass on the table while she thought for a moment. "It was pretty good," she paused to glance over at two tea drinkers that Wells were talking to. "At the end of the song, the drummer seemed upset about it for some reason." Of course Melanie wouldn't let her finish right there. She wanted to know more, so Lacey mention what little she actually saw.
Before her friend could start making comments that Lacey was sure she would make about the two: she stood up. "Sorry, I have to use the restroom." With that said, she twirled around on her heels and headed toward the bathroom.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 12:05 pm
♬What is Music?
Music is the rhythm of the soul
Every beat, every tone, every melody
Is in sync with the natural vibe of your body♬ ♬What is Music?
Music is an outlet, from the everyday
It can take away the pain you feel
Or add to the excitement of a new day♬ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Christoph pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and a short tumbler.
"Welcome to the Haunted Music Box. I'm Christoph, the owner." He poured the drink and slid it to the newcomer. "And your name?"
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎♬What is Music?
Music is something that never changes, just evolves
Music brings together people of all ages
No matter what you believe in, Music brings common ground♬ ♬What is Music?
Music is my name
Music is who I am
Music is my life♬
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:54 pm
 ♥ ♠ Call me Byron, that's all ♦ ♣
Byron looked at Christoph in a doubtful manner, then picked up the glass with his bony hand and took a sip, still staring at him in an uncomfortable manner. His eyes had an icy feel to them.
"I'm Byron. Pleased to meet you. It's not like one gets served by the owner of the house everyday let alone on a busy night like that."
It was unusual to him to be asked about his name on the first visit to a place if ever at all. He's been a regular at two or three bars in his old town and was barely asked about anything, and had gotten worse as people got used to him, all he had to do was order the "usual" for them to serve him all night long, no talking required.
"It's a nice place you got there,eh? Pretty decent crowd too." He said looking at the crowd one more time, the red headed guy grabbed his attention as he approached the bar and talked to one of the two other boys. Then he turned back and stared infinitely at his drink, moving the glass slowly as the ice cubes collided with a low crystalline noise.
"I wonder what your signature drink is?" He mumbled to himself, watching Christoph as he served other customers, then talking to the redhead, he couldn't exactly make up what they were saying, but it sounded like the bar allowed different people to play on some nights.
Moments later, his drink was over as if he had swallowed it in a pinch. He pulled his hair away from his pale face with his fingers, lit up another cigarette and looked at Christophe.
"May I have another one just like it? This is gonna be a long night." He asked, with the second half of his sentence reducing into an annoyed grumble.
Little did he know that the haunted music box may change his miserable life forever.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:38 pm
♬What is Music?
Music is the rhythm of the soul
Every beat, every tone, every melody
Is in sync with the natural vibe of your body♬ ♬What is Music?
Music is an outlet, from the everyday
It can take away the pain you feel
Or add to the excitement of a new day♬ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Christoph grinned at Byron. "You're not driving home tonight, are you?" He poured another drink for the guy, then added, "The crowd here is good. They come for the music, not for anything else." He stopped, then said modestly, "Well, besides me, of course."
The Haunted Music Box was sending Christoph weird vibes about this guy. At first, it was like waves of happiness hummed through the place. Then, it was as if rays of dark light cut through in a biting manner. Christoph didn't let any of it show through on his face, but he wondered what made the place react like that. Perhaps it was reflecting something about Byron's moods? He almost decided he'd start finding out after the guy had more to drink and was a little more relaxed, but then remembered. The Haunted Music Box's transformation. Soon, the last set would be played, and the night would come to end. Customers would trickle out and he'd lock the doors for the night. In the morning, there would be changes. It'd be like that for a few weeks, until he found no more changes. Then he'd open the place back up again.
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎♬What is Music?
Music is something that never changes, just evolves
Music brings together people of all ages
No matter what you believe in, Music brings common ground♬ ♬What is Music?
Music is my name
Music is who I am
Music is my life♬
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 1:25 am
  ♠ → → → i’m ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ ło łяυsł
ił'ѕ ѕo hāяď ło opєn υp
aηd ι'ď ďo ¤ āηyłhiηġ ¤ foя υѕ
i'm ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ to łяυѕł ← ← ← ♠
▪ × × × × × ▪ "I... I'm rambling... Sorry..." Daniel squeaked. Gavin's smile had caught him off guard. The petite blond almost immediately began to withdraw back into himself, bit by bit, his shy side pouring through in a wave of rosy color high on his cheeks. Thinking back to how eagerly he had shared his story, Daniel was somewhat mortified at himself - he hadn't even thought about whether or not Gavin would want to hear all that. Why would a stranger, a new acquaintance actually, feel like listening to someone's mindless babbling? About himself! His blush intensified as his thoughts wound him up, inwardly, uncertainty tensing his smile as it began to slip away.
Luckily, however, Daniel was spared further humiliation as Gavin's attention drifted towards the front door. Following the younger man's gaze, the blond's aquamarine stare landed on an equally blond girl striking across the bar's interior. She seemed curious about them as well: except, without warning, she let a small giggle slip before she turned away. Daniel's brows furrowed, confusion written across his face. Well, apparently she found them humorous, for whatever reason. Sighing a little, Daniel let his eyes wander to the dance floor.
For awhile, he watched the bodies moving across the open space. Close contact and rapid procession from one smooth motion to the next; eyes meeting, limbs flowing, gyration and imitation, rhythm and shared chemistry. Beat by beat, the people dancing choreographed a story, consisting of many tiny scenes, barely noticeable. A hand touching, a smile blooming, a laugh fluttering. It was so remarkable to watch this that Daniel became utterly still and silent, content to let the time slip past him. His surroundings melted away and the sound of his heartbeat replaced the desire to feed any conversation or notice curious gazes.
Thus, when Elijah Wells spoke up at his elbow, Daniel jerked, startled right out of his reverie. Pale-faced, his blue-green eyes stared up at the redhead, saucer round and nearly as big. It took him several seconds to catch up with what was happening, missing Elijah's joking tone and instead holding on to the tidbit of information he had heard instead. The bar was closing? His shoulders hunched against a sudden weight of anxiety: this place, the Haunted Music Box, was as much an escape as it was his second home. Alas, it wasn't in his control or part of his business to what happened to it.
Saddened, his feathery blond hair swept over his brow as he looked up to see Gavin standing. "Ah...? Oh." His lips parted, to speak, but his throat tightened as a sudden whelming of disappointment flooded his soul. Swallowing back a lump of discomfort, Daniel slowly nodded, trying not to appear visibly unhappy by Gavin's departure. It had been... nice, to talk to someone new. Especially someone he found... interesting. Deeply so. Nodding a little, Daniel gave a small smile to the tall blackette, "No problem. It's fun to drink tea with... a friend. Um, maybe I'll see you? When... this place is open again?" He asked, hopeful, shy beyond all means, but daring enough to ask. ▪ × × × × × ▪
♥»»» i'm ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ ło bєηď hoώ ło lєł yoυ iη
iη ā ώorlď ● fυll ● of łєāяѕ
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 10:37 am
╔═≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎═╗♫ Gavin & Wells ♫
╚═≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎═╝ Gavin watched the blond return to the overly shy persona that he had before he starting rambling away. He smiled inwardly while listening to Daniel a silly question. At least he thought it was silly. After all, they both come here often and it's not like he is going to ignore him. Gavin pulled his left hand out of his pocket and brushed the black strands away that were hanging in his eyes. "Bubble tea..." was all he ended up saying in response. He wanted to try some, but as soon as Elijah started talking: he began to ponder a bit. His hand dropped to his side as he thought. Now that he mentioned it, he probably had them before. "Could you show me a place that has bubble tea?" he finally asked after looking back toward Daniel. Even though he thought he had it before; he still wanted to make sure that it was, in fact, the same thing. Gavin slipped his free hand back into his pocket and glanced up to see the bassist was walking toward the group.
"Hey!" Elijah suddenly joined the conversation between the two: at the mention of bubble tea. "That reminds me of those drinks that you..." he stopped abruptly in mid sentence when he felt a gentle tug on his arm, followed by someone saying his name. He knew who it was as he turned to face the person. That sweet voice now had a hint of sadness in it. It was the blond from earlier. She was always nearby. One of his devoted followers; she would probably do anything for him. Elijah flashed his trademark smile and started to soothe her. It was obvious that she didn't want him to leave. She probably felt like they didn't have enough alone time together. It didn't take long for him to charm her into a happier state though.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 10:50 am
♥ ♠ Call me Byron, that's all ♦ ♣
"Drive? me? Don't worry I don't have a car, and I live around the block. Besides, It'll take me more than that." Byron replied picking up the second glass, and smiling over confidently; there was something about that golden haired bartender he couldn't make out, he got the feeling that it was safe to tell him anything, but that wasn't so Byron, he wasn't the type to tell people things about himself on the first meeting, if he was going to tell them at all, but it seemed different with Christoph, he didn't know why, he got a feeling that he was ready to answer all the questions in the bartenders curious eyes "Hold it together Byron. You just got here." He told himself as he adjusted his hair and rested his elbows on the bar with his head between his hands pulling his hair back with his long fingers. There was also that feeling that the place was alive, he didn't know how that could be possible, but he felt that the place was watching him, it was a little uncomfortable.
Soon after,drifted back with the sounds of music, watching the people dance around, it made him feel like dancing, it's been a while since he had last danced. The redhead picked up the black haired guy, and this had a saddening effect over the blonde boy he was having tea with, he then heard something about the the place closing for two weeks. "Just when I found it, What luck." He grumbled to himself as he lit up the third cigarette.
If people were to know something about Byron, it was that he was a heavy smoker and drinker and had a huge ego.
"So, what time do you open? I'd like to come around more often." He asked Christoph once he had moved closer to him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:10 pm
♬What is Music?
Music is the rhythm of the soul
Every beat, every tone, every melody
Is in sync with the natural vibe of your body♬ ♬What is Music?
Music is an outlet, from the everyday
It can take away the pain you feel
Or add to the excitement of a new day♬ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Christoph gave Byron an appraising look and decided to keep an eye on the guy, just in case. He didn't like drunkards, even though he was a bartender. Yes, drunkards bought a lot of drinks, but he disdained those who depended on alcohol to escape the pain of reality. While this guy didn't have the puffy, sallow look of one who drank too much, too often, that didn't mean anything.
"I'm not sure exactly how long the redecorating will take. Around two weeks, maybe three at the most." He grinned a little sheepishly. "I just go wherever creative fancy takes me!" Privately, he added in his mind, Not that it's my own creative fancy. Again, he mentally railed at the Haunted Music Box for being so fickle.
The band on stage called out their last song for the night, beckoning couples out onto the dance floor for a slow dance. In response, the Haunted Music Box dimmed the lights to a more romantic mood and filled the air with the light scent of roses and love. Matching the Music Box, the girls on stage struck up a hauntingly beautiful waltzing tune. It tugged at the heart and made one wish for someone else to share it with.
Christoph turned away from the bar and went into the kitchen, letting the door swing shut behind him. He hated when that happened, when the Haunted Music Box got into an amorous mood. It brought up painful memories, memories of her. Now he knew why Lacey had looked familiar. She looked exactly like her. The woman. His woman. The one who'd given him this gift and this curse of the Haunted Music Box. The one who'd taken away all his choices in life.
He slammed his fist into the doorjamb. Of course, he only hurt his fist and doubled up, cradling his hand and shuddering from the pain.
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎♬What is Music?
Music is something that never changes, just evolves
Music brings together people of all ages
No matter what you believe in, Music brings common ground♬ ♬What is Music?
Music is my name
Music is who I am
Music is my life♬
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:22 pm
♠ → → → i’m ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ ło łяυsł
ił'ѕ ѕo hāяď ło opєn υp
aηd ι'ď ďo ¤ āηyłhiηġ ¤ foя υѕ
i'm ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ to łяυѕł ← ← ← ♠
▪ × × × × × ▪ Black over blue, a swaying shadow across a plane of white. Daniel's gaze locked onto that subtle action, completely forgetting Elijah's presence as he waited, breath abated, in anticipation for an answer. Gavin, he found, was a cool pond of water, rarely showing anything other than an occasional ripple of emotion. Mostly humor, but sometimes curiosity.
Marine-blue eyes blinked quickly against bewilderment when the words 'bubble tea' popped up suddenly. Flashing back to when he'd first mentioned it, Daniel slowly brightened. The dull affect of sadness was wearing off and he nodded, delighted that Gavin was still interested in trying the gelatin and tea concoctions. "Y-yes. I can, sure. Um, anytime. Err... Uh, I have a card here, somewhere..."
Fumbling, he reached down and dragged his bag up from the ground. Digging inside, he made a soft sound of frustration until, his eyes brightened and he pulled out a tiny stack of cards held together by a rubber-band. Yanking one free, he flushed, realizing he was probably acting like a high school kid. "Um. It has my email on it. I have a cell... so, when you're free?" He mumbled, slipping it towards Gavin on the table. He started, glancing up, recalling Elijah's presence when the redhead shouted something or other. ▪ × × × × × ▪
♥»»» i'm ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ ło bєηď hoώ ło lєł yoυ iη
iη ā ώorlď ● fυll ● of łєāяѕ
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:47 pm
╔═≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎═╗♫ Gavin & Wells ♫
╚═≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎═╝The bassist stopped where everyone was and waited for Elijah to ditch the girl. The girl attached to Elijah was trying to get him to dance before he left. "Sorry, you know I would if I could," he replied with a smile, "there is always next time." He turned his attention to his band mates as the girl sighed and released him in disappointment. "Let's go," he said while making sure that he paid for everything before walking toward the door, "by the way, I paid for your tea." Of course he referring to the first cup Gavin drank at their table. He didn't wait him to try paying for it again. "See ya sweetheart," was his goodbye for the girl with blond hair. Elijah even added a small wink before disappearing out the door.
Gavin smiled inwardly again as he watched Daniel search for his card. At least he didn't seem so sad anymore. They were opposites in that way. It seemed that Daniel wore his heart on his sleeve. His emotions were just out there for all to see; kind of like Elijah. Then again, when he really thought about it, Elijah isn't so obvious. It's just that he mixes the deeper ones with jokes that make it confusing. His gray blue orbs traveled toward the redhead when he was spoken to. Elijah was acting a bit weird. After all, he didn't even introduce himself. He is normally friendly to everyone, but he almost ignored Daniel completely. This could be a problem later down the road.
His thoughts subsided when Daniel slid the card to him. Gavin slipped a hand out of his pocket and picked it up. He looked at the front and then flipped it over, while holding it in-between his middle and pointer finger, to see the other side. It was vaguely interesting that Daniel had a big stack of cards. His eyes traveled back to the blond before him.
Did he really expect him to contact him at some random point in time later? Gavin wasn't the type to really do something like that. Instead, he pulled out his cell with his other hand and started fiddling with it a bit. His cell looked quite fancy compared to most. The fact of the matter was that it was a Japanese cell that he got to work in the states by tinkering with it. Their phones were so much better and he didn't want to get a lame phone after he returned. The design looked fairly simple, but if you took a closer look it was a lot more complicated. He pushed the send button and waited for it to go through before hanging up. There: now the blond had his number and cell email. He slipped his phone back into his pocket with the card that was given to him.
"See ya," was all he said as headed toward the door. Gavin turned his head to look back one last time and gave a peace sign. Well, that is what it might look like at first glance, but his thumb was partially visible. It hung out there in a lazier manner than the other two fingers. Soon he vanished as he walked out of the Haunted Music Box.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 8:11 pm
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♫ ℒacey ℋancock ♫
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Lacey walked out of the hallway that had the bathroom right when they mentioned that they would be playing their last song. It was the last song already? That was disappointing, since she was feeling pretty good at the moment. She watched the changes that were happening in the place as the music started. Maybe this place really was alive? That was when she saw Christoph out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look at him just in time to see him slip into the kitchen. Something seemed different about him, but she quickly wrote it off as being a figment of her imagination. Plus, she only saw a small glimpse of him before he ducked into the kitchen.
Lacey made her way over to the table and picked up the glass that had some of her Long Island left in it. She quickly drank the rest before anyone could protest. Well, Melanie probably wouldn't have said anything since she didn't really know how much she drank earlier. She set the glass back on the table and looked around. This was a couples song, but she wanted to dance. Why did it have to be a romantic song? Her big dark eyes scanned the place again as she idly ran her fingers through her long dark hair.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 8:24 pm
¤ ---With dreams of a distant l o v e--- ¤
| -I'm a W A N D E R I N G {satellite} |  Cleaning was a tedious activity that not everyone liked to partake in. Then again, it probably came down to just what sort of cleaning it was. There was the homely type that came with settling down and having children. There was the gross type, like picking up after high school kids or parades involving animals. Or the creepy type, like crime scenes. As for the type of cleaning he was involved in, well, Liam found it almost relaxing.
Glasses clinked as he set them, one by one, on a long drying rack. Soap and water filled a small sink set deep in the counter below the main bar. He had a damp cotton towel in one hand and a pitcher in the other, meticulously scrubbing away residue from a batch of Millers. After, he flipped it upside-down and lined it up with a series of other scrubbed pitchers. The night hadn't wound down yet, but word was that the bar would be closed for a few weeks.
Liam grumbled to himself - why he was always the last to learn things was a mystery to him. He worked for the man that owned the bloody bar, yet word of changes or events seemed to reach him at the last second. Like Christoph wasn't the one making the decisions. Scorn written across his face, the slender male looked up, nodding at a couple of patrons finishing up. Collecting their glasses, he dumped them in the watery mixture to soak for a few minutes. From the corner of his eye, a blur of blond-orange flashed past. Glancing up, he watched as his aforementioned boss hightailed it into the backroom.
Hard, amber-bright orbs switched to the person Christoph had been talking to. Lifting a brow, he neatly set his towel aside and reached up to tug his ponytail tighter. His blue-violet hair was one of his better features - so he believed - so he kept it long and well-maintained. At work, he generally wore it back and out of the way, especially when the later hours rolled around. Making sure everyone had a drink to keep them entertained, Liam strolled languidly into the backroom, silent as a devil, letting the door slide shut almost imperceptibly.
Just off to one side, Christoph huddled over himself. Frowning, Liam settled against the adjacent doorjam, arms crossed. "Oi. Taking a break?" He said, voice a low, soft drawl, elegant as his features. Of course, he was aware that, obviously, something was bothering the enigmatic bar owner.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 8:44 pm
♬What is Music?
Music is the rhythm of the soul
Every beat, every tone, every melody
Is in sync with the natural vibe of your body♬ ♬What is Music?
Music is an outlet, from the everyday
It can take away the pain you feel
Or add to the excitement of a new day♬ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Christoph looked up at Liam, who'd glided very quietly into the kitchen. That guy had the skills of a ninja. A very flamboyantly colored ninja, what with that hair, but a ninja nonetheless.
"Uh, yeah. I just hurt my hand, that's all." He stood up and inspected it. A bruise was already starting to form. Christoph grimaced, but figured that was what he got for punching stuff.
"I just can't do broody melancholy. I get pissed off and hit stuff, which doesn't really solve anything. Just gives me bruises that stay for weeks." He laughed, but it wasn't the amused laughter that patrons of the bar always heard. It was more of a laugh that one did when they wanted to cry instead. "I bet you can do broody melancholy really well, huh, Liam? Maybe I should take lessons from you so I don't keep hurting myself on innocent doorjambs."
Christoph didn't exactly confide all his deepest, darkest secrets in Liam, but he did talk to him, just like he was doing now. Liam was probably the one who knew the most about what Christoph felt inside. The guy might not know about the Haunted Music Box, but Christoph thought that if he told the young man, that he'd accept it just like everything else that came his way. Maybe that was why Christoph felt comfortable opening up just a little to him.
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎♬What is Music?
Music is something that never changes, just evolves
Music brings together people of all ages
No matter what you believe in, Music brings common ground♬ ♬What is Music?
Music is my name
Music is who I am
Music is my life♬
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 8:49 pm
♠ → → → i’m ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ ło łяυsł
ił'ѕ ѕo hāяď ło opєn υp
aηd ι'ď ďo ¤ āηyłhiηġ ¤ foя υѕ
i'm ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ to łяυѕł ← ← ← ♠
▪ × × × × × ▪ It was a little embarrassing, but as far as he knew, carrying around business cards was still fashionable. Men exchanged them day in and day out, after all, to further connections and relationships. He made sure to have a dozen or so on hand at all times, even if he was generally too shy to hand them out. Or offer them. Or anything, really. He'd probably only given away five or six, before, to people interested in his abilities.
Mostly they just wanted him to play a few pieces for an event or two. Never had Daniel used one so casually - he didn't like the idea of giving away his personal information. He hardly used his cellphone unless necessary, although he liked his laptop well enough. Thus, he looked on with concern and curiosity as Gavin took his card and studied it for a minute. Then out came a cellphone, one Daniel didn't recognize the brand of. A moment later, a familiar ringtone started off in his bag.
Blinking, Daniel smiled faintly as Gavin hit a button and the ring cut off. Oh. He hadn't... thought to just have him call like that. Flushing again, he shrugged a little and pulled out his phone to store Gavin's information. A voice quietly echoed and the small blond looked up, noticing then that Gavin really was leaving. "Oh! Ah! Bye then!" He called out after the drummer's retreating back. His smile brightened when the other turned to wave, his own hand lifting as well.
A sigh slipped past his lips as he settled back, hand dropping back to his side. Eyes lowering to Gavin's name glowing on the surface of his cell, the entire atmosphere of the bar began to change. Unnoticed to him, the lights dimmed and the music slowed. A classical piece began in the background, played by the string trio from earlier. His gaze lifted to watch the crowd sway, his tea cold on the table, a slight, melancholy smile on his face. He'd made a friend... ▪ × × × × × ▪
♥»»» i'm ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ ło bєηď hoώ ło lєł yoυ iη
iη ā ώorlď ● fυll ● of łєāяѕ
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 9:13 pm
¤ ---With dreams of a distant l o v e--- ¤
| -I'm a W A N D E R I N G {satellite} | His eyes were strange, sure, being gold and all, but Christoph's were the most amazing pair he'd ever seen. Who had eyes that seemed almost red under any scant amount of light? Regardless, the way Christoph hid behind those ruby pools pissed him off more often than he found himself wondering about their curious hue.
Lower lip jutting out a bit, Liam blew away a stray strand of hair from his brow. Expressive brows dipped in contrast to his straightforward stare, bringing forth the agitation he was dully feeling. "There's this glorious thing called anger management. I know a guy who has classes... but since you're married to this place, I guess you won't want his number..."
Sighing, the flutist nearly snorted, but instead shrugged, unconcerned that Christoph had described him that way. It was the truth, so he didn't bother getting flustered over something as small as that. "Yeah, yeah, I'm a regular modern day Shakespeare. You, however, need a vacation. What's got you riled? That guy out there bothering you? I'm good for more things than dish-washing, if you know what I mean." He retorted, voice dry, but deadly serious beneath the sarcasm.
Hefting himself up from his leaning posture, Liam lazily paced across the kitchen to the little lockers deep in the far corner. There, he popped open his and drew out a little tube with the words 'Tiger Balm' scrawled across it. Returning to where his boss stood trying to look brooding, but it was more like a lion who'd taken an unexpected tumble into a wading pool. Holding it out, he lifted a brow exaggeratedly. "So I recommend investing in rubber doorjambs and a punching bag at home. It'll take the edge off, or so I'm told."
Instead of waiting for Christoph to take the tube, he set it on the closest counter and went to retrieve a few clean glasses. Generally he left the liquor alone: that was Christoph's specialty and he didn't have a bartender's license. Instead he stuck to the cleaning and the peace-keeping. He wasn't a bouncer, but he could put on a mean enough face to make people think twice about messing with him. "Use that stuff. It'll make things better before three days have gone past. Want me to keep my days open, in case you really want a lesson? Or... will you need help with this "redecorating" I'm hearing about?"
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