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 Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 1:14 pm
So, despite still being new in town, it seemed that EVERYONE wanted to slip some information into Isha's matched household. It was almost ridiculous at how much advertisements came in the mail in the past few days alone! As he was always the first one home, he was the first to rummage through the mail. He wasn't expecting anything, but there was just some weird satisfaction that came from the fact that it was HE who got to touch everything first. He carried a small sense of pride from that, and wasn't about to let that change today!
As he started to shift the mail through his fingers, a stack about as thick as his hand, he found something that seemed a little bit more intriguing than the ads for roofing repair. Seems that there was some sort of little.. Dive down town? That's what they were called, right? It wasn't big enough to be called a concert hall, and was indoors, so it wasn't a park. Anyway, it was something small, and tonight, it seemed as if they were holding a youth night. Pfft, a youth night, of course! No one over the age of 18 was involved (sans parents who were to be up on the second floor). He supposed it was a way for the community to keep the kids safe on a weekend night, and in his mind, it was a mighty fine idea.
It seemed that a band called "Broken Crown" was playing tonight. A small underground local band. Their genre? Honestly, Isha couldn't careless! It wasn't about what kinda music someone played, but how it was played, and the way it filled his head and his hips! Even the very thought of live music caused Isha to start tapping his foot as he flipped the ad around. It seems that it started at 7PM, and if he hurried, he could make it there in time to get a nice seat.. Or place to stand. Or something, he honestly wasn't sure about the set up of this place.
Either way, off he went, waving goodbye to the guards that stood around his house. He never understood why they were there. It wasn't as if his family wasn't in constant danger. He supposed that his mother was just overly paranoid. Sure, that was entertaining at times, but it just didn't seem too wonderful right now. Down the driveway he went, right into town, stopping a few times for directions, but arriving at the little place with more than enough time to spare.
There wasn't alot of people around.. It wouldn't surprise him if most of the kids who were planning to come were still at their after school activities. He himself was yet to attend school, as the year was just beginning to end, so he could pretty much go wherever he desired. Isha gave a quick look about the place as he walked in, giving a yawn. Not out of rudeness, but the sheer darkness of the place caused him to be drowsy. Nothing had started yet! Maybe something exciting would happen soon..
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 11:26 pm
Keeping the youth safe? It was really an annoying idea, as were the parents who insisted on being up on the second floor. He'd been to these before if only because the music was good. The crowd was also small and he knew most of the people who'd be there. If not for those things Ian never would have gone, too many people and parents as well. He didn't know why they couldn't just let their kids be here without supervising from above. This was what clingy parents were, right?
Ian had, as usual for events like this, arrived early in order to find a table and seat. The front of the place, nearest the small stage, was for standing while back further were round tables, and some booth seats. it was a round table in a back corner where the dark haired teen had found himself seated and watching as other teens came down the stairs and into the main part of the little dive. The parents remained up on the first, or ground, floor and watched. Really, they should find better ways to spend their evenings than hanging around a bunch of teenagers - people might get the wrong ideas about them all. Still as he watched people filter down the stairs he noted that it was still only a trickle, and it would remain so for a bit longer, as teens were at home preparing or sneaking out or who knows what. Either way he knew the place would be packed come time for the band to take the stage.
The place had a rough floor, not tiled or even wood but some rough/scuffed and old sort of floor that spoke to how many people had walked on it over the years. The bar was across the floor from his little round corner booth. The female tender hair black and pink hair with half her head shaved, while the male bar tender had more piercings than Ian thought necessary. But both he knew were kind and he watched them pouring sodas and other various drinks for the teens who were already here. The lighting was dim, darker where he sat, with most of the lighting toward the stage area. Above them, on the second floor, it was brighter. He almost felt sorry for the parents above them as they'd soon be popping headache pills, if they hadn't done so before coming here, as the music would be quite loud.
A glance down to his watch told him it was forty five minutes before to show started - plenty of time to people watch and get comfortable. (Figure the ground floor is where the parents are and the basement floor is where the band and teens will be. That the first floor's...well floor is cut out in the middle so those on the ground floor can look down at those on the lower floor and watch them like hawks. Makes sense, I hope.)
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 2:32 pm
Perhaps coming alone wasn't the best idea.. Standing around alone in a new place suddenly felt super awkward, and he had nothing to preoccupy his attention with. It wasn't as if he came here to hit on people, or to talk to people. He simply wanted to get his dance on when the music played! There was still so much time to wait until the show began, and he just stood there, feeling out of place against a wall.
A few more moments passed before he pushed away, giving another bit of a yawn. Maybe a soda or some simple snack would make this short time period a bit less boring. The teen bar was crowded already, but probably not as much so as the bar upstairs for the adults. There was no choice but stand there and wait. And wait and wait and wait and.. HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GET A FREAKING SODA?! It was as if these girls that fluttered around the lines couldn't read a sign! It wasn't as if the menu had a hundred different options! NO, it was soda, about 8 kinds, and chips and things! Nothing that should take so long!
By the time he was away from the line again, his place against the wall was gone. How long was he in that line..? His eyes glanced around the place; it was no longer deserted, but packed up with enough people that there was no where that he could be and just sit alone. There was one chap who seemed to be sitting by himself. Joining one person wouldn't be as bad as trying to jam himself in with a larger group of people. Approaching the young man as pleasantly he could, he made sure to smile at him, as he seemed rather gloomy, just sitting there. The last thing he wanted was to be told no!
"Hello there! It's a bit.. Crowded now, and seeing as there aren't many places to sit about, I was wondering if I could take up seat with you for a while?"
Sleet Tempest Snape Yup! That's exactly what I was thinking!
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 4:54 pm
No, the menu didn't have a lot of items on it but the females who came here seemed to take their time with the menu. It wasn't hard to figure out why though, they seemed big on talking and sort of glancing at the menu before being distracted by conversation, so it was because they had the attention span of fruit flys that they took a long time in deciding anything. It was also why Ian hadn't gone up to the bar yet. He would get himself a drink, and the one cooked thing the place made in the itty bitty back room they had - french fries. They made different kinds but it was the only thing made here.
While he was busy people watching, and waiting for things to start, he wasn't aware of his corner booth being approached till someone was talking to him. Staring for a moment he finally found his voice, as he was a bit surprised and started and his voice had thus failed him. "Y-yeah, sure/ Have a seat. this place gets crowded fast." It had good music and among those who liked the underground music scene it was known to have good music, so it packed fast with teens and bothersome parents above. He'd seen plenty of teenagers, those who didn't come with parents, flip the adults above off. Some teens who came here obviously didn't like the adults hovering above like helicopters, or hawks. And while the workers here told people not to everyone knew it would and did happen - it was impossible not to really.
"Your new here?" He asked as he glanced the other over once more. He'd never seen him here before and thus figured him new to the scene, not new to the city. He had no reason to think this person was new to Destiny City. "Just find out about the place?" He asked.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 6:50 pm
"Is it that obvious?" Isha just gave the boy before him a grin, sitting down and putting his soda down on the table. It seemed that the pre-band DJ was setting up his little booth on stage now, so that must mean it will soon be time for people to move to the dance floor. Hehe.. It would have been nice to be even close to the action, on his spot up against the wall, but nope, crowds were kinda crazy at times!
"Yeah, I am. To the club, and to the city! I moved here just a few weeks ago, and am still getting used to things. It's too late to go to school to make friends, so, I have to put myself out there. Not the most comfortable thing in the world, but you know how that goes. I'd rather be sharing good times with someone, than just sitting around alone. NO OFFENSE of course! Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to come off as rude.." ... He had hardly been here Three minutes and he was already talking himself into a hole. What a lovely night it was becoming.. Wasn't it?
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 8:05 pm
"I come here often enough." He answered. It was more a known than an obvious thing. Ian came here on a fairly regular basis, as the music was consistently good, and he'd never seen this person here. So he'd figured he had to be new, even if Ian didn't socialize he would have seen this person from a distance or mingling in the crowds of teens. So while it was an assumption, and a good one at that, he still had run the risk of being wrong.
"Ah. So I was right and than some." The other wasn't just new to here but the city as well! "No - not very comfortable." He said shaking his head. He didn't think he could come into a new school in the middle of the year nor could he put himself out, like this especially, in order to make friends. He was far too shy and uncomfortable with himself to do such a thing. "No offence taken. I'm sure you'd rather be with friends or at least people you know." He said with a bobbing of his head.
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2013 2:25 pm
"Well, I figure that it would be a nice way to get out of the house. Since we arrived, my mother has been insisting to 'keep up on studies" so I haven't much time to enjoy myself. But it's finally the weekend, and as long as I'm back home by midnight, I'm good." Isha took a swig of his drink, giving the dance floor a glance again from where he sat.
"So, when the music plays, do you ever get up to dance, or is it only a watching thing for you?" There was a guarantee that the boy would get up soon enough, and move his body to the beats that would resonate throughout the walls, and to the pulse that steadily vibrated the entire floor.
"Dancing for me is my life.. Where there is music, there is something I can dance for. Not just.. Street dancing or something, though that is fun too! Well, I like to fish too, but dancing is the best, because it just lifts everyone's spirits if you can do it entertainingly enough."
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 10:08 pm
Ah, well that would explain never seeing him before now. This place had live music almost every night. But a lot of people didn't come here till Friday and Saturday nights - parents and such. But being a drop out, as much as his parents disliked it, he got to come here whenever he wished. This was one of the few places he came and was social, somewhat at least, and enjoyed himself. Maybe his mother understood that and so approved of him coming here, as often times she'd nod or smile, or both, as he left the house to come here. His father...well he didn't know nor did he care to think on it really.
"No, I don't dance." He said shaking his head a bit. "I come for the music." And often times the french fries the place made. The fries here, in their various styles, were good.
"Music is one thing which makes the world go round - or well at least mine." His computer was another but he didn't mention that, he didn't want to get into that really. He was trying not to get into babbling to the other. "I'm not sure this is music you could dance to....well maybe."
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 6:00 pm
"Well, that's too bad. I love to dance. Just.. Anything really, if you can find the beat, you can move your feet! Atleast that's my thought process." How interesting.. Not that Isha had honestly thought this boy was a dancer. After all, if he were, he doubted that he'd really be cooped up in the corner booth all alone. Or he could be a secret super fly dancer like some of the people he saw in movies! Who knew? He began to stir his drink again, thinking about what to say next.. As the other began to speak again, he listed with a thoughtful, open expression, smiling when he doubted his ability to dance to the music that might be presented.
"I honestly don't know what kinda music will be playing. What I do know though is that even if I can't dance wildly, I can still sway, I can still nod my head, or tap my feet. That, too, is dancing. Dancing in my mind is about any sort of movement! To break dancing to wiggling your finger like back in the old'n days." He vaguely wondered for a moment how old the boy before him was.. Not that it was any of his business, since he had to be no older than 18 to be in this club on this particular night.. It was more for the fact that in his two weeks of being in this town, he had yet to meet a SINGLE person his own age! Oh what luck he had!
"I'm Isha, by the way. It's nice to meetcha!" He held out his hand in almost an armwrestling position, grinning for a hand shake. As warm and soft as his hands were, his grip would be firm and comfortable. That was the beauty of actually thinking to wear gloves when fishing!
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 11:56 pm
"I'm not so sure you can dance to anything...metal music and such I don't see how you can dance to it." Jumping up and down and head banging was normal but it wasn't dancing. He didn't say that though, even thought he band tonight was a rather loud sort that seemed impossible to dance to. How would this person dance to them? It would be interesting to see, perhaps something to mention to his friends when they hung out next.
"I'm not sure I consider those things dancing, o that many people do. It is an interesting opinion though." But not what he thought of when he thought of dancing and what dance was. No wonder their opinions on the ability to dance to anything differed. Well then Isha, as he'd just introduced himself as, would be doing something with his head, feet, and hands more likely than not. As normal dance didn't seem possible to the music tonight.
"Ian. It's nice to meet you." His own hand had long, slender, fingers and a good grip. His hand soft, he likely didn't do any sort of labor which would cause calluses to form. Green eyes looked the other over as he shook the offered hand briefly, as though the others hand might eat his or something similar. It was brief and quick, though he did try not to seem rude in ending it so quickly.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 11:21 pm
"Oh.. Oh oh oh, my dear, new friend, how you have bitten me so!" In jest he responded to the other's idea about dancing, as he shifted in his seat to press up against the corner of the booth a bit more. His legs were pulled up to his chest, as he rested his head against them, peaking over them just slightly to stare out at the crowd that began to thicken more and more so as the time neared for the band to play. Isha normally wouldn't have come here, as such dark places caused him to be sleepy, and even more so when there was screamo music involved. People called him strange for getting sleepy from the loud, energetic music, but such a solitary sound caused him to relax, rather than to become riled up.
"No, no, I kid. Hehe... I'm not sure what kinda music is playing tonight, who knows, maybe I might not even want to dance. I kinda just want something to eat now, you know? But I'd be a fool to get up and leave now. Not only would there be potential of no longer having your company, but there is also the whole idea that someone could steal me seat, and once again, I would be forced to find somewhere else. Which, of course, isn't all that bad, but inconvenient none the less. On another note, how weird would it be if it were actually a salsa band? I've never heard of this band before, have you?"
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:14 pm
He was a friend of this persons how? That felt a bit...sudden and odd. Was it that easy for this person to make friends, or at least call people such? He didn't think he could ever become that easy going and open to people. He often watched his own group of friends interact with others. They didn't seem to have such a time of it either, unlike himself. Was it just him? Why was it that he had such issues with making friends, to the point that he just...couldn't.
"They have fries here, at the bar. They have a menu of the kinds they make. You could go over and see. I mean you wouldn't think a place like this would do food, of any kind, it is small and all. But they have just enough of a back room to make french fries of all kinds." He said before shaking his head as he continued to babble. "N-no. I'd save the seat here. I mean your hungry so you should go and get something to eat without the risk of loosing your seat." Even though he might just loose it if he got up to go dance, or bounce around, with the people closest to the stage.
"I've heard them once before. They are local and aren't bad. Loud and while not the type that screams where you can't understand anything they are loud."
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 9:16 pm
"Mmm... That sounds great.. The fries that is~ What kind do you like?" Isha figured that it would be quite nice to share an order or two of something with the kid before him. There was just something about him that made him want to poke and prod at his mind, though that might not be the best idea to do with someone you just met. It wouldn't be the first time that Isha had pissed someone off because he had asked too many questions, gotten too personal in too short of a period of time. For some reason, it just seemed too easy for him to ask too much and go too far with someone he knew too little of.
In all honesty, Isha didn't want that to happen with this guy. Why? No particular reason, besides the fact that it might actually be nice to have a friend without them hating him too soon after they had met.
"You'd be so kind to do that for me? Sweet! Then I'll get up and go get us some!" With that, he got up, shooting Ian a grin, before disappearing into the crowd, towards the bar. Surprisingly enough, the crowds were more focused on the dance floor than the idea of food, so it didn't take too long for him to retrieve the fries, two orders of which. One was rather plane, with just chicken, cheese and chili, while the other one was the works, which looked absolutely terrifying, now that the order was in his hands. It was enormous, and smelled amazing. with an order of two sodas, he took the tray back to the table, setting it down before the other and himself.
"I got you a soda too. I hope you like Grape. And if you don't, I got Sprite too, so you can choose." Price was never an issue with Isha, nope. For him, it was all about having a good time!
"I must say, before I suddenly disappeared for food, I was going to say that I like to hear the words of the music, so I am pretty excited! But you know how that goes, food comes first!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 1:38 am
"The spicy sweet potato fries. You should check out the menu they have." They had a good number to choose from. And they weren't all that greasy either. And really he did dislike fried food but these were the one exception, they did say there was an exception to every rule, right? This was his. Were they offering to buy for him? Or were they looking for advice? He figured it was advice, hence telling them to check the menu out, after all why would someone he'd just met be offering to buy him an order of fries even if it was to share? Most people just didn't seem to be like that.
"A-alright." So they were going to get an order to share. That was...odd and they were certainly the friendly and energetic sort. Was this person looking to be his friend? Was he going to possibly make a friend on his own? Don't get him wrong - he had friends. They had all ome to him actually, like this one seemed to, but this one he'd done very little talking to when compared to the others he was friends with. With them it had started out as witty comments made under ones breath, jabs at other people, and a bonding over things. This wasn't the same. It was new territory, even if only slightly new, and Ian was a bit nervous and hesitant really. Even as he laid his legs out over the booth to keep the others seat for him.
As the other returned he took note of the choices and stared at the very loaded down fries, people could eat that much? And not just that much but all those things combined? "Grape is fine." He really wasn't much for soda, preferring healthier foods and drinks, but he'd had it before and it wasn't all that bad. One of his friends houses seemed to carry nothing to drink but soda, a load of junk food, and some healthy food because you couldn't make dinner out of chips, whip cream, ice cream, chocolate, and other such things. So whenever over there he was subjected to drinking soda while nibbling on some veggies or fruits. At least dinner was healthy-ish.
"I would agree though you can add the computer to music. And food does come first." It was how he'd gotten himself into this mess of being a senshi. A midnight trip for a snack at the local little late night store. A meeting with a cat later and he was Chaldene senshi of will o the wisp.
"Thankfully the bands that play here aren't ones where you can't understand the words. It's just music better suited for head banging and such." As he'd said before - loud. "Thanks for the food." And he might as well give it a try.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 11:05 pm
Isha quickly began to chow down on the food before them. As thin and small as he was, he certainly packed all the calories away somewhere in that frame of his! He'd like to think that it was because he danced so much, and because of just a really fast metabolism that he was able to stay that way. Taking a moment to like his fingers clean, his gazed moved back over to Ian.
"Music, food, a new friend... I think this night is quite fantastic so far." As soon as he flashed Ian one more small, slightly messy smile, the lights dimmed, and from the stage emerged the band, in all of their strobe light and fog machine glory. It all seemed rather typical for a rock band to Isha, but that was alright.
It was entertaining, and he could feel his feet moving under the table, and yet he had no real desire to move like he originally planned to do. Though the fries and soda had been gone for some time now, he had not moved, opting to sit here Across from Ian. His gaze flickered back to him a few times, before once again focusing on the music. The other was quite right when he said it wasn't quite something to dance to, though for him, it was because there just wasn't enough space in the small club. A quiet moment came as the band began to re-tune their instruments.
"You know, I think I came off a bit too forward. I mean, After all, I've met others who I thought were friends immediately, but I learned pretty quickly that they rather hated my guts. I really hope that isn't the case with you, but if it is, It's all good!" He seemed to have this little conversation with everyone he met. Just because he seemed to be happy all the time, did not mean that he wasn't insecure, no not at all.
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