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Post by aka on Mar 4, 2013 10:27:29 GMT
find a well-known hardman and start a fight [/size][/color] wear your shell suit on bonfire night
The run-in with Tala had left Hermes thinking on whether he should tell on her or not. He didn't really have anything against her, except for the fact that she was always trying to be the good little daughter to the Adrastos clan. Well on her way to becoming a mega bitch, Hermes resented it, already bordering on the age of outright disdain and perhaps even hatred. The boy would have seized any opportunity to get back at her for trying to become something that she shouldn't be, but right now, he wasn't sure. The fact that Antala was quietly having a fake boyfriend just to shut his mother up was quite fascinating. Perhaps there was a little spark of rebellion, and his sister wasn't such a lost cause after all. He would give her time, Hermes noted. He would. There was a brownie point there, and hopefully, she would rake up more, for her own sake and his.Doubting that his other sisters knew about this tiny fact, he decided to keep his own mouth shut for the time being,
Ah, the bakery. Hermes sniffed the air, taking in the scent of freshly baked bread. He looked around for Annette, but the little blonde was nowhere to be found. Both him and the girl went a long way back, and it only seemed natural to look for her in her own shop. Thinking that he might have missed her, the merman got up from his seat and cheerfully ordered himself a croissant. Finishing it in within seconds (he had always been a huge eater), he pulled out a stack of paper from the pocket of his backpack and laid them out on the table. Unfinished musical scores gazed back at him, and plucking one from the pile, he began humming to himself, composing.
Like most of his family were, he was quite the musical whizz as well. Hermes loved composing songs and strumming them on his guitar, trying them out. He had briefly considered starting a band, but didn't delve too much with the idea. It was too risky for the time being, the last thing he wanted was an earful for doing things that useless males like him shouldn't do. He was still able to compose and keep his puppies, so that was indeed a silver lining in his family.
"I got it!" Hermes suddenly cried, raising his hands over his head in triumph, pencil dangling between his fingers. Suddenly aware that this wasn't his room, and in fact a public place, a bakery to be more exact, he blushed. There were eyes on him, staring, scrutinizing, wondering what the hell was his problem. "Aw shit, uh, yeah, sorry. Carry on." he said, making a shooing gesture towards them before ducking his head and going back to scribbling.
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Post by CASIDHE TRYSTEN CATARA on Mar 5, 2013 21:02:18 GMT
A work day. Was it strange that Casi looked forward to these times, these hours where he could immerse himself into the baking, creating these little treats for people just so he could escape all the things that had been going through his mind these past weeks? It had been about two months now, and Cas knew that for now, Morgan wasn't coming back. Someday the other immortal might return, might look for Casi, but after everything... Cas was feeling worn down. He wouldn't let most people see it, would wear the cheerful facade that hadn't always been a facade, and push through it. He wanted to give up, wanted to let it go and forget. It wasn't that easy, didn't really work that way. But at least he could throw himself in his work, his drug dealing, picking up Morgan's slack so the immortal wasn't hunted down and killed for jumping ship. Cas could find him, have him found, but that wasn't how he wanted to handle this. He'd said he wouldn't hold Morgan back if it's what was wanted. Cas intended to keep that promise. Regardless of the circumstances. But it still hurt, and maybe it would always hurt. He just had to deal with it. So he would. However he had to.
The days were long now, and he rarely spent much time at home. He no longer needed much sleep -- immortals didn't need much as it was, and without going through tortures like he had before -- Cas could get more done with his time. College classes, drug runs, working here, more drug runs, dealing with Morgan's contract work left behind; it ate away a lot of time. But that was okay, since doing all this kept him from thinking. However, it did leave Valentine without much time, even though he had hired a live-in nanny for the baby. This wasn't the life Casi had wanted for the child, not a all. Not even a month old yet, and life was already unfair to her. Cas could barely get his mind around what to do about himself, let alone her. There were days where he wondered if putting her up for adoption was the better choice for her. He hated the thought, but couldn't stand putting her through this, not being able to even see him most of the time. He figured he could give up the college classes via campus, and was working on transferring that over already, but... was it enough?
Something to muddle through another day, perhaps. He glanced at the clock for a moment, realizing he had a break in a few minutes. Finishing up the treats he'd been working on and making sure they were put into the display, he went to wash up, punch out for lunch and grab a beverage. With all that done, he moved to a table to try and relax; eyes peering out the window when he heard the humming. His head tilted in the direction of the sound, letting the sound put him more at ease. It had been awhile since he'd had the time to do anything musical. Mostly, Casi just liked to sing. Go out for karaoke and have some fun. Not something he'd been doing recently; and he'd barely felt like singing. Yet the music -- even simple humming -- was making him feel a bit better. He twitched, set down his drink and eyed the male who'd been humming when the male had piped up. Curious, he allowed a small smile to slip over his lips, though the guy had already ducked head and gone back to writing. "Got what? New song?" He had to ask, since it didn't sound like anything he'd heard; that humming. And Cas listened to a lot of music.
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Post by aka on Mar 11, 2013 16:23:57 GMT
find a well-known hardman and start a fight [/size][/color] wear your shell suit on bonfire night
Too lost in his composing, Hermes did not notice that he was being watched. His pencil continued scribbling over the parchment, jotting down notes and then crossing out the ones he didn't feel were right for the song, humming all the way but this time managing to keep down. Had he his guitar, he would have even started singing, except that his baritone vocal range had a habit of attracting people to him no matter how soft it was. The siren's song was a natural power, but Hermes often struggled to control it whenever he was in the presence of others. One note and they would all go off, tearing at him, screeching, begging him to sing more. It wasn't that that he was incompetent with his powers, it was the fact that he hardly found any use for them unless he wanted people to do something for him, which he had never felt the need to. He did however, make good use of his hypnotic charm to others, especially during the time when he wanted them to listen to him. On the bright side, Hermes never misused it, so that was a brownie point.
"Eh?" The merman looked up, startled at the inquiry. His eyes flickered around, looking for the source of the voice until they came to rest on a pair of blue ones that belonged to a blonde haired boy from a nearby table. "Uh," began the lad, stalling, wondering what he should say. Hermes was indeed quite taken aback by the sudden question, it was almost as if he was being interrogated by his mother, which he wasn't, thank goodness. "Yea. Yes." he finally answered, smiling. "It took me a bit o' time, but I got it. And nah, it's not about pastry, of course!"
Deciding that this dude was perfectly fine with him composing, the brunette waved him over cheerily, pushing pieces of paper away to make room for his new friend, careful not to let them fall to the floor. When the blonde had finally joined him, Hermes grinned, quite eager to share his findings. "It's pretty weird for now, but it sounds like this. It's indie rock." He handed the draft over to the blonde lad, figuring that he would understand the scribble notes. Not that it wouldn't matter if he didn't, not many understood and appreciated music like he did. He was an Adrastos after all. Although Hermes wasn't proud of his heritage, it was his musical parents that gave him such a lovely voice.
"M'name's Hermes." Like corgis he was going to introduce himself as Akakios, that name was just off. He couldn't remember the last time anyone would name their kid that. "What's your story, morning glory?" Ah, an Oasis reference, how typical of him, but he figured that this blonde dude wouldn't mind with the occasional music references. He seemed nice enough, or so Hermes hoped.
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Post by CASIDHE TRYSTEN CATARA on Mar 12, 2013 18:32:22 GMT
Casi was attracted to most singing of any kind; didn't matter if they had the mermaid thing going for them. Nikki had always been fun to sing along with, and Cas had to see if the mermaid wanted to hang out with him again for some karaoke. Could be fun if he ever really got a chance to take that kind of break from his busy life these days. He knew he probably should find time to do that once in awhile so he could let loose. He felt like he was losing the things he liked to do because of all the things he had to deal with. And he was, in a way. At least he could still say he liked baking and cooking, which made this job all that much easier on him to enjoy. Cas wouldn't want a real job that he did not like to do. Not again, since that obviously included what he used to do for a living... Sometimes Casi thought it had been easier then. It was what he knew, was good at. And now it was in the past.
Something he could go back to if he really thought he had a need to do it, of course. But he was trying to make this work, trying to be somewhat normal and respectable. He wasn't sure how well that was going, but it was an attempt regardless. Most of his friends had already accepted him for who he was; what he had been. Cas didn't really have a filter to his mouth, so he'd talk about anything as if it were the most normal thing in the world, even if it wasn't. Even if it might make people uncomfortable. Not to say he wanted to do that, because if he knew, he'd do his best to refrain for that person's sake. He didn't like making people uncomfortable around him, not unless it was in jest, and didn't actually bother them enough to make them upset with him. Casi couldn't stand the idea of pushing people away fro him. He adored his friends. And he was always cool with making new ones.
Watching the male thoughtfully as words were grasped for, Casi simply gave a friendly expression while taking a drink of his beverage -- some sort of coffee thing -- and waited for the words to be found. Once they were, Cas grinned at him. "Nothing wrong with writing a song about a pastry. There's a sorta newish song out that has the word in it." He points out with a little chuckle. Once waved over, he quickly got up and moved to the place the male had made room. Curious eyes fell upon the piece he was handed to look at. He quirked an eyebrow at the lyrics to the music with a soft smirl curled over his lips. "Check, not trusting you with chairs." He joked lightly, then gave the draft another look. "I'll certainly keep an ear out to hear it played." He added, knowing he'd be able to recognize it now that he's seen what it would sound like. Neat song, though.
And it made Casi curious about the guy and if he only wrote music, or played an instrument or sang as well. Usually it was one or the other, as these things normally went hand in hand. "Do you play or sing, then?" He questioned evenly, just going with the musical conversation, as it did interest him quite a bit. With the name given and the question of his story -- and amusment at the reference -- Cas gave a dip of his head. "Like the Greek messenger, nice. I'm Casidhe, but just Casi or Cas is fine." He responded with a smile. "And you wouldn't even want to hear my story." He said with a soft laugh, shaking his head. "But, do like to sing, and I can play guitar and some piano. Been awhile since I did much playing, though. Haven't found the time lately." He just shrugs, not letting his expression faulter from the cheerful look he had going on.
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Post by aka on Apr 17, 2013 10:10:01 GMT
find a well-known hardman and start a fight [/size][/color] wear your shell suit on bonfire night
Hermes' self-esteem was such that he was the one that had to be the one that would approach others before they would look at him. He had always been that way due to his sense of inferiority, no guess on knowing who had implanted such a thing in him. Anyhow, he had felt that if he was going to make any friends in this life, he would be the one that had to start talking first. It was how he made himself noticed, how he would actually create a name for himself. No one wanted anyone who was too quiet and insecure, and in an effort to overcome such nastiness, the Adrastros boy constantly struggled to stand firm against himself. If he was going to make a change in this life, he was going to have to start with himself first. And the first step, was no doubt through his beloved puppies, and of course, his music. He wasn't going to allow himself to be a deemed a failure for all his life. Maybe talking with Casi would give him a little more self-worth that he needed.
The merman had always prided himself a good judge of character, and seeing Casi's friendly smile worked wonders on him. He relaxed visibly, offering a happy smile in return. The thought of writing a song about bread was undeniably hilarious, and he did allow himself a chuckle. He could already imagine picking up his guitar and singing a song about baking to his mother. She would shit her pants and probably disown him immediately, kicking him out of the house with her stilettos. He was almost tempted to actually make the attempt just to piss her off, but Hermes knew not to find trouble when there was none. He would have nowhere to go.
"It was a childhood thing," explained the boy, taking back the paper and resting his elbows on it so that it didn't fly away. "I used to pull them out from people y'know, before they sat down. I kno' it's mean and all, but it was really, really funny and entertaining. I used to get into a hell lotta trouble with that, but I'm not regretting anything." He grinned at the happy memory, of the bemused and outraged faces of his victims. They all had looked like huge lobsters. Though Hermes hardly went around pulling chairs from people at this point in time, the memories of it still brought a fond smile to his face, which somehow became the inspiration and source for a new song. It was quirky and witty, just the way he liked it.
"Yeaah, but it's my middle name though." he grinned. "I prefer it rather than my first name. Nice to meetcha Cas." Gathering up the sheets of paper, he arranged them neatly, so that they were all stacked nicely in a clean pile. Glancing back at Casi after the last paper was placed on top, Hermes rested his head on his chin, looking at him with curious, shiny eyes. "Well I'm always in the mood for a tale." he chirped. "Every musician should have a good tale or two for young 'uns like me."
"I play both. I sing too." He patted the pile of papers. "But I don't sing often though," Hermes grimaced. "It has an awful habit of...luring screaming people over."
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Post by CASIDHE TRYSTEN CATARA on May 14, 2013 21:01:44 GMT
It went either way with Casi. He could go to someone and start up a conversation, or someone might come to him; he was a pretty approachable kind of guy. He wanted others to know he was friendly, because he liked being social. Maybe it was harder to be that the last few weeks, but Cas was still trying to deal with so much. Considering it all, he figured he was doing pretty well. He wasn't keeping to himself or not leaving the apartment. That was a plus. Casi was pushing through it all and getting on with his life. There was no other way, not for him. He had responsiblities now, even. He had Valentine to look after, and Casper, too. Still, there were days when Cas wondered if he was doing the right thing in keeping Valentine. He wished he had more time with her, and he knew some of the things he did could cause dangers in his life, and thus Valentine's too. It didn't quite click on how much, because he'd always been around dangers and pain. It was a large part of his life and who he was.
Casi usually tried to be a good person, though there were always mistakes made, times when he fell short. Maybe he'd seen too much, been through too much not to be affected by it all in some way. Most people couldn't come out of the things he had with an unbroken mind, so all in all, Cas figured he was doing good with what little issues he might have; whatever times he might slip up along the way. Not all the choices he made were good, but at least he was trying the right things for the most part. His attention was on Hermes as he listened to the explination on the whole chair ordeal, looking slightly shocked at what the male had done as a child.. Mostly, probably, because of the fact that he'd given a thought to what would have happened if he had done such a thing. "Oh my god, I would have gotten whipped for doing that when I was young." He said with a light chuckle and shake of his head. What crazy thing it would have been to do that back then!
He lifted an eyebrow at the words of Hermes being a middle name and nodded with a smile. "Casidhe isn't my birth name, but it was changed when I was very small." He shrugs; it did not bother him any. It wasn't even about preferring one over the other. He'd just gotten used to this name, and had it for a very long time. "And it's very nice to meet you." He beams, then takes a sip of his drink as Hermes arranged his papers. Once the focus seemed to be back at him, Cas peered at Hermes with an open sort of look. Always in the mood for a tale. Casi went to reply to that before the male went on, and then; "I don't look any older than you!" He exclaimed lightly, grinning at Hermes. Actually, he looked a little older then normal -- normal being the seventeen he was frozen in time at -- because he'd used the aging tonic from Shamus. Just two drops, a drop for each year he wanted to add on. He'd taught the witch to use some aspects of magic, and the tonic had been one form of payment for that. The other one...well, that had been for someone else to use. Someone that did not exist in the mortal plane anymore. Dead and gone.
So Hermes played both and sang. Musically talented, then. This was a good thing. Though at the part where the male said he didn't sing often, grimaced, and said why that was, Casi blinked. His head tilted just slightly to the side. "Like fanbase or watery grave luring?" It was a very risky choice of words, but Cas did not like peeking in people's minds, and so he wasn't going to do that to see what was meant. Although if a mermaid..man? then he might ask if Hermes knew how to tone it down to keep that stuff from going on. Nikki was able to do it for karaoke and all, for which Cas was grateful, because he had quite a blast singing with the mermaid. However, he decided that having taken the liberty to ask what he just had, maybe he should find some kind of story to give. "I've led a... colorful life. I used to be a hooker." Oh wow. Was that a hint of shame going through his mind? Well hell. Hello social intergration.
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Post by aka on May 21, 2013 9:43:16 GMT
find a well-known hardman and start a fight [/size][/color] wear your shell suit on bonfire night
Though his past was by far pretty unpleasant, Hermes had tried to make the best out of it. Being stuck as a prince in a royal, pompous family that only cared for its females descendants had a rather negative impact on him. Attina's disappointment in having a son that broke the combo chain still stung in his chest. He had always felt unwanted, an unintentional combo breaker. His mother had been producing heirs so well, three consecutive times, and then he had to come along. He was actually surprised that he hadn't been killed or disowned when he had found out that he had never been wanted in the first place. Through pranks and secret rebellion, he had indeed tried to make the best out of his childhood. It was all he could do anyway. Hermes might have had all the riches in the world, but it was useless if he could not receive joy from them.
"I got away with a lotta things," he replied mischievously. His life had been splashed with the occasional rainbow back then, and it had increased when his family had moved from Atlantica to Manuka. It was still darkened by a little because of his family, but Hermes had met many people that had helped with that. There were people like Darby who knew how it felt to be in a huge ass mofo family, and Talia who knew how to cheer him up. There was indeed hope after all, and not to mention he had his beloved puppies. "I did more than help meself to the pulling of a couple o' chairs, but that's a story for another time methinks."
Hermes smiled. "Well, that's okay, tis a decent name." he chirped. "Ain't something you hear everyday, but it's nice. At least it ain't shit like Akakios." The merman shuddered with revulsion. "It sounds fuckin' weird in me opinion. No one calls me that but my mother, I usually stick to plain ol' Hermes." His middle name was indeed preferably than something that meant 'innocent.' And besides, it was easier to pronounce, everyone that was not Greek or Atlantean usually had a field trip trying to get the pronunciation right. "I know you don't!" he laughed. "But I just get that feeling from you."
The merman grinned. Casi had caught up to him. "A healthy mixture of both, I must say, but I usually do it when there's no water around. Not that I'd drag them under though." He shuddered. "I never understood they get a kick out of drowning people." Not wanting to elaborate on his relatives and his sister luring people into the ocean and drowning them for the sake of entertainment, he did not comment further on the matter. When Casi mentioned that he had been a hooker, Hermes whistled. Well, damn. "I knew you had a good tale," said the brunette cheerily. "What was it like?"
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Post by CASIDHE TRYSTEN CATARA on Jul 4, 2013 4:35:24 GMT
He doesn't know, well, anything about his birth family. Seperated and sold off; it was quite a thing to have ever gotten a hold of his real name as it was, so Casi cherished that fact. No one was allowed to talk about it, but sometimes he had caught the others from his group giving looks to each other and such. After awhile, Cas had let it go, knowing it would not change a thing to know the details of what life could have been. His life had been set, and he never had any thought of escape. He realizes that it was wrong to have relied so much on a person that abused him both mentally and physically. To have loved Adrienne anyway, through all the fucked up things the guy had put him through for so many years. Cas knows, but it made little difference.
Cas wasn't sure how bad it would have been to have been to have been found out on the one thing he had gotten away with. Something he was glad he had done, even if not allowed to do it. "The only thing I got away with, or even attempted to get away with was learning to read and write. Otherwise I did as I was told; wasn't really fond of getting beaten." He gave a small shrug. It wasn't much of a bother later on, as he'd gotten used to such things, but while younger -- and mortal -- it had been something he tried to avoid as much as possible. Still, none of these things dampened Casi's curiousity to what more that Hermes had done and gotten away with. He did want to hear those stories, but he left it for later, as Hermes seemed to want that.
There was a bright smile to the comment that his name was a decent one, though it faded at the way Hermes went at his own name. Still, he did not go against the concensus, and nodded at the explaination of why the male thought the name was shit -- it sounded weird -- and that no one but his mother called him it. Either way, the moment someone asked Cas to called them by a certain name, he was down with it. No explinations need be given. "Irial." It was said softly, almost an undertone. "It was my birth name." He added to that quietly. It felt a little odd to say it out loud, to be honest. Like he shouldn't be saying it at all, like it deserved more respect then he could give because of everything he had become.
Then onto Hermes' response to Casi looking no older then the male, and Cas gave a coy shrug. Usually he did not like letting anyone know how old he was -- or that he was immortal -- but he had gotten a little lax on that within the last ... two years? Almost? Yeah, that sounded about right to him. And with Hermes' grin at the question Cas had asked, the immortal figured he'd been okay to say what he had, the way he had. At least Hermes wasn't getting defensive. That was never any fun. And then came the words to back up what Casi had thought it was, and he was glad to hear that the merman had no want to drag people under the water. That would be horrible, though he did know that quite a few mers would do it. "Me either, it's horrible." Was the reply.
He quirked an eyebrow and grinned a little at how well Hermes took what had been said. Not a lot of people were overly fond to be having a conversation with a hooker without knowing the fact firsthand. And it wouldn't matter much for them to know he was retired from that kind of lifestyle. Some things did not change. But Casi could adapt. And he had. With the inquiry of what being a hooker was like, Cas stuck an elbow on the table and his chin in his open palm. "It depended on the client, really. Some were just needy, lonely or alone, some were a little out there... and some could be considered quite abusive." He responded evenly. "There are some interesting tales, some messed up tales, and some just plain horrifying." Casi seemed as calm as ever to say these things; his upbeat attitude did not change.
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