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Post by hound3 on May 12, 2013 2:45:52 GMT
Sometimes it was easier to roll with things when they happened. Ryan had a tendency of doing so… so it worked. He couldn’t help but put his feet on the floor the same way he did every day. There wasn’t anything that was terribly hurried about him, especially this morning. Sundays. Sundays were meant for relaxing and church and other assorted things, if you liked that. Personally, he’d never had much use for religion anyway. It just wasn’t his cup of tea… more power to you if you could listen to someone preach for an hour once a week. He didn’t have the attention span.
Instead, he was out. A brilliant New England morning, if he did say so himself. Ryan took to the streets, guitar case hanging by his side. There wasn’t much that made him happier than a bright morning—this one was dazzling. Sunglasses pulled down over his eyes, he feels… anonymous. Maybe that’s a good thing. He doesn’t really feel the need to do much in the way of letting people know he’s here until he actually… well… needs to. The Boston man watches the world around him, drinking it in, feeling the morning where it sits on his skin.
The city high street… quiet for the morning, though the silence wasn’t unbroken. No one was open yet, and the young man glanced lazily at his watch—the digital readout read 7:54. It was earlier than he’d expected, though he didn’t flinch. Instead, he simply set his guitar case down under one of the overhangs and himself on a bench. There wasn’t much of a show in tuning the instrument, a generic thing he’d gotten one year for his birthday. Ryan’s regret was that he couldn’t sing, but he’d roll with it anyway. Without really another thought he begins with Musetta’s Waltz, entirely wrapped up in his own world on a beautiful Sunday morning.
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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on May 13, 2013 1:24:20 GMT
 [style=width: 300px; font-family: dawning of a new day; color: 923767; font-size: 20px; text-align: center;]you're losing your memory now Where have you gone? The sunny Sunday morning washed over her skin. It was very early for the firetamer to be awake, but she had woken up this morning to Trace slamming the front door closed. It seemed as though he had come home at five this morning after a long night of partying, probably with Kenna or Xan, and didn’t bother to think about his ex-girlfriend in the other room. Kentley had just about gone into his room and slapped him with a fiery hand to show how pissed off she was, but she decided that he wasn’t worth the trouble. So she had gotten up, showered, and taken her time getting ready seeing as she had all the time in the world, and took off to go get some breakfast. She took off to the city high street and looked around the empty streets.
The scene was so foreign to her and she felt an odd sense of wondering as she searched the streets to find anyone around the city. People should be getting up and going to work, but then she reminded herself that it was Sunday and church didn’t start for another few hours at the earliest. Kentley opened the door to a doughnut shop and later walked out with a bag of a half-dozen doughnuts. She pulled one out and started to eat one, when she heard a beautiful song being played, cutting through the silence.
Kentley walked towards to music as she continued eating her crème filled breakfast. She finally saw the guy who was playing it. He was wearing sunglasses and seemed completely into his song. So she decided instead of interrupting him playing, she walked towards him and sat a few feet away on a bench next to his own. He didn’t seem to notice her, which was okay by Kentley because she liked just listening to him play. Kentley had once been good at playing guitar, but hadn’t played in so long she was sure she had forgotten it all. She did have a nice voice though, which was pretty much the only musically sound thing going for her.
When his song was done, she clapped and cheered for him. “Was that an original?” she asked, her mouth full of doughnuts. Because no one was around, she didn’t mind cheering loudly for him and asking about his music. Kentley picked up her bag and sat next to the boy.
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Post by hound3 on May 13, 2013 15:00:26 GMT
Grow yourself a tune. He’d done it, but they were never any good. Ryan would cling to the things that he could borrow. He could borrow tunes, he could hold things in his hands and touch them… he could hold his tunes and let them run through his fingers and his head. His head… his head was a comfortable place. Ryan couldn’t really worry about the things he… didn’t need to worry about. Wrapped in his own little world, the ginger could be comfortable. It was a world that he belonged, and that… that was what he could ask for. All he could ask for, even.
But his own little world was a quiet place. Sunday morning sunlight sat warmly around his shoulders, brought him to a soft grinning. Yeah, that was what he wanted. He wanted to be able to be… his own. It was all he wanted, it was what he thrived on when he really needed to… needed to what? Needed to breathe. He could breathe easily, breath softly, and couldn’t help but bring himself into his own sort of life. Life and light, that was what Ryan needed.
And then there was someone else. There was someone else in his world, and he could… he could take that. As his song came to a close, she asked a question. The ginger firetamer cocked his head to the side, the question taking an extra moment to process. A soft chuckle resonates in his throat, green eyes glinting softly. “Ah, I wish… ‘s from La Boheme, an opera.” The words are gentle, turning to the woman where she sat. Ryan’s fingers raked through his hair, cheeks coloring only lightly. “Any requests?”
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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on May 21, 2013 4:52:50 GMT
[style=width: 300px; font-family: dawning of a new day; color: 923767; font-size: 20px; text-align: center;]you're losing your memory now Where have you gone? Kentley used to have a lot of trouble with making new friends. Now it seemed as though she was getting better at it. She used to not have very many friends, but since she had moved to Manuka and grown as a person, her confidence had also spiked and she was like a whole new person. It was easier for her to make friends and find people around the city to talk to, even for a while. Kentley had met a ton of new people since coming here and had more friends now than she did back home in Atlanta.
This boy seemed nice enough and since there weren’t any other people around to entertain her, she figured that she could make a friend today. The day was still early, but that was okay with her since there was a possibility of another chance if this one didn’t work out. But for some reason Kentley thought that there could be something different about this boy playing guitar for no one.
“Oh. Well it was beautiful either way,” she complimented and nodded. Kentley moved benches and sat next to him and offered him one of her doughnuts. “You don’t know any country music do ya?” she drawled. Kentley had grown up on country music and pretty much only listened to that and classic rock. But she sang country songs much better than she did rock. She could sing the shit out of an Allison Kraus song,; she was one of her favorite country singers. “’Cause I cain’t really sing nuthin’ else really well. My accent gets in the way too much,” she grinned and took a big bite out of her breakfast. Jelly filling slid down her chin and before she could catch it, the goo landed on her lap. “Damn,” she cursed and wiped it off with her napkin. “Cain’t take me anywhere,” she joked with a laugh.
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