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Post by KAIA MAY GREENE on May 14, 2013 5:34:12 GMT
She needed some new fucking inspiration for tomorrow night’s set… God. She loved her job, had loved it since the day she’d started playing with her first set of turntables, but sometimes it provided her with struggles. Any good job should though, be challenging sometimes. People expected her ass to be on the cutting edge though! In the know about the unknown. Her long nails tapped in that rhythmic pattern, sounding like hoofbeats, on the clear plastic of the CD currently resting in her hand. She had found lots of good little random music discs in here, mostly because it was dedicated to musicians, not music fans. So the slightly more obscure things ended up in the shelves, providing her with something of an edge in tangible form. She didn’t have to go into the weird places of Youtube looking for music that she could actually get behind. Not always, anyway. Today though, no matter what she listened to, she couldn’t find what she was looking for. With a huff, she popped the CD back into its little alphabetical spot and went upstairs, looking for a distraction from her plight. Her fellow patrons were a wide-ass variety today… Little nerdlet in the corner. Wannabe hanging by the guitars. Possibly-legit… wait, nope. No-fucking-way. Lame-ass trying to pretend she knew what she was doing with the amps… Kaia shook her head, blonde curls bouncing lightly, disappointed. Then she heard someone playing on one of the electric pianos and a shiver raced down her spine. Oh… that was nice. Her hazel eyes pulled themselves in the direction of the genuine artist and she was finally hit with that familiar wave of inspiration. She noticed another guy watching the pianist with a look of appreciation and grinned. Someone else legit. Awesome. Maybe he’d have some clever insight to offer her… ’So, what do you think of when you hear something like that? How does it make you feel?’ It was weird for most people to talk to total strangers without prompting, sure, but not Kaia. She had a mouth and an opinion and an unrivaled nosiness. Taking the pulse of somebody else who had an opinion she was pretty sure she’d appreciate was just common sense when her occupation was determined by having people like what she did. She had to come up with shit they wouldn’t think of, and have them like it. Not as easy as it sounded. She met the eyes of her victim, and the strangest feeling of déjà vu rolled through her stomach. She was still so new to the powers she’d been granted along with the money when she’d sold her soul, she tried to chalk it up to that… but the sensation didn’t feel like it had anything to do with her recent immortality. ’I’m… I’m sorry, have we ever met? I can’t help feelin’ like… ‘ Something tickled the back of her mind, but she couldn’t place it. Yet. |
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Post by DORIAN ISAAC REID on Jul 6, 2013 14:56:49 GMT
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i'm a lady killer and your a pretty lady
Dorian had always been appreciative of art. Maybe because he had seen a lot of gore and blood, but something like that kind of skill was precious. Music included. Hell, when he'd been a gladiator, there would be drums to walk them into the arena, when he was in the French revolution there were trumpets and all other kinds of things. Most that he could remember though, were the songs that his Joan used to sing. Her voice had been stunning, and he'd had a life time - her lifetime to listen to them, and they still sometimes sung him to sleep at night. Honestly, Dorian didn't judge people who couldn't play an instrument. He'd had thousands of years to learn all varied kinds, but he didn't slate people for trying. That was kind of a plus point, when people put the effort into learning a new things. That is just about the only thing he like about the modern world, the willingness to strive to be the best as the times get harder.
He was due to meet Cyrus for coffee in about half an hour, and he decided that it would be a good idea to spend some time in the Demonic Music store. An apt name, but Dorian liked to store itself. People were able to try out the instruments, and the music always brought a smile to his face. For the longest time, he'd needed new music to listen to. He'd gone through phases much like normal people would, but his were more 'if I like this, I will listen to it'. He did have more appreciation for the classical genre more so than maybe rap music, but Dorian loved learning about the new cultures that he'd helped develop over time. Running a hand through his sand coloured hair, he ran his fingers over a few CD cases. Of course, he knew how to use a computer, he could buy music off the internet, but Dorian valued to solid feeling of plastic in his fingers, something that he could insert into a CD player. God, this technology had been amazing in its time, but now it's being under appreciated.
His gaze was caught on a woman. She had sat down in front of the piano and he watched has he graceful fingers traced over the keys. Clearly, she held a love for the instrument and Dorian knew that was what he looked like himself when he did touch instruments as well as weapons. Ironic, but that thought was lost on him when she started playing, the notes filling in the air around the patrons and he appreciated the passion behind the song. Someone else clearly did too, because the voice that cam next to him didn't startle him, though he felt that she was thinking similarly as him. "It makes me grateful that humanity is good for something." He chuckles, and even if she was human that wouldn't really be a suspicious statement in the least. "Some people have passion, but I also appreciate those who try." He tells her, eyes back to the piano before her next question came and Dorian frowned.
He took the woman in, the coffee coloured skin and the blonde hair, and he shook his head because Dorian remembers almost every person he speaks with. He tries to think if he might have known her a few decades back, when they were dealing with the slave trade, but he didn't recognise her. "Um, I'm not sure. What's your name?" Maybe her name would help him remember if he did know her, but then another thing dawned on him and he gave her a wide smile. "I'm Dorian, but then I have a brother who looks just like me, maybe it was him you met?" He asks her, thinking that maybe it was Cyrus she met because sometimes it was quite hard to tell the difference between the two. "I'm certain I'd remember you if I had." He tells her, not to hit on her, never, but just the honest truth because she didn't seem like the kind of person Dorian would forget.
so that means i'm gonna kill you WORDS: 690 TAGGED: ashley/kaia OUTFIT: click MUSIC: i am human - brian buckley band NOTES hope this is oki bby template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains! |
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Post by KAIA MAY GREENE on Jul 9, 2013 1:22:56 GMT
Music, her whole life. It was just something Kaia had been raised with, was totally comfortable being surrounded by. She didn’t play any instruments, she’d tried that, and it hadn’t turned out so well. But she could play her computer, could blend and swipe and swirl like a motherfucker. Kaia could elevate a song that had been previously boring to something amazing. But that never detracted from the fact that she appreciated the raw talent used to create the natural, not-technologically-tuned-up music that some could create, just with their bodies and whatever instrument they happened to be skilled with. Sometimes, it was even more impressive to hear a person sing. To get that raw, musical hit from nothing but a person. Kaia loved singers. She could sing, a little, but not overly much. Usually, she could sing along with the radio, match pitches, hum things to get the flow right, but she wasn’t like, super-talented in that department. Nah, she definitely had her comfort zone. Manipulating things that already existed, or just bein’ a captivated audience. Like now, there was a really skilled chick on the piano, rolling through some song she was either makin’ up or knew by heart, and Kaia felt it pull at her strings, causing a soft smile as she watched. And caught a couple others watching, too. The one that grabbed her was tall, hot, and focused. Soft eyes, nice smile, black cardigan. Approachable. And so she did, easy. His answer? So… poignant. Yeah.
’Good way to put it, gotta agree. Music’s like, an equalizer. Make ya laugh, cry, dance, whatever.’ She nodded her blonde head thoughtfully, and tapped a nearby table, in time with the notes falling from the large piano, their mutual focus on the girl, lost in the music. His next comment made her grin, and look back over at him. ’Everybody’s got their passion hidden somewhere, just gotta find it. Hers is obvs right there though.’ Her hand made a light, encompassing gesture, over the whole scene. She had to admit, this was half of the reason she liked the music store, the little impromptu performances. The DJ coulda gone to a big, multimedia store, but she liked this better, where instruments and sound files collided. And people felt themselves through the music that resulted from either. Yep. But the more Kaia looked at the guy- whoever he was- the more she had a different feeling. A tickling at the back of her mind. And she wasn’t one to just let it sit there, honestly. If she wanted to know something, she generally asked. Case in point. And he just rolled with it, confusion coloring those pretty eyes for a moment as he attempted to place her, in turn, and asked her name.
’Kaia, nice ta meetcha. Maybe again.’ She extended a slim hand for him to shake. If they’d already met, like she felt they might’ve, a handshake still wasn’t that weird. He introduced himself as ‘Dorian,’ and while the name didn’t ring any bells, he also offered her a different solution. ’There’s another one as pretty as you wanderin’ around? Wow. Maybe that’s it then…’ Her lips quirked in puzzlement for a second, and her head tilted, trying to think. ’Maybe ‘met’ was the wrong word. Just feel like I’ve seen you before. Like… should know you. ‘Sweird. But whatever, rollin’ with it.’ Her shrug was fairly eloquent, and the small gesture was followed by his assurance that he’d remember someone like her. Kaia couldn’t suppress her small giggle, and shook her head. ’Maybe, baby, but maybe not. I look different a lot of the time. I like the sentiment though, not gonna lie.’ She winked and wandered around him. ’So, you play anything? I’m completely inept with a real instrument, but I like the peeps who aren't.’
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