Post by Alwyn Caroline Lefae on Sept 26, 2014 23:01:09 GMT -5
Alwyn sat under a large mesquite tree on the corner of Gilbert St. and University Place in Mesa, Arizona. She watched as people bustled by in this city that seemed to never sleep. In truth, she was looking for dinner, but she found herself content to just watch, listen to the world. It had been almost two years now since her brother was killed in a car accident. One year since she had killed "Master"... Her body shuddered at the memories of him that came flooding back. Alwyn was glad to be rid of that monstrosity of a man. The things he did to her should never have been done to anyone... The world is better off without that man around. That's for damn sure. She glanced down at her sketchbook where she had been sketching a picture of a girl with long, layered hair, full lips, and piercing eyes. She was currently working on the snakebites protruding from the girl's lower lip, but just couldn't quite get it right. She stopped trying, dropping the pencil with a sigh as she watched some more mortals walk by her. They never noticed her sitting under the trees at night, as if the shadows swallowed her up and made her brightly colored clothing and hair become invisible. As she watched the hustle and bustle of the corner, her mind began to wander to the day her brother died. As it always did, her mind played through the sight of her brother's car coming out of the Sky Harbor tunnel in Phoenix and flip, trying to figure out a way that she could have stopped it, or lessened the damage her brother's body took in the accident. And for what seemed like the billionth time, her mind came up blank. Only seeing the destruction, the hoodlums running as she climbed out of her own car and ran to her brother's aid, only to find that he was already dead. A stray tear rolled down her face, and for once, Alwyn didn't mind. It had been too long since she had grieved for her last family, her only family.
Post by Apollo Lion on Sept 27, 2014 21:08:55 GMT -5
Apollo sat under a very tall tree. It reached far beyond the others, its branch practically holding its neighbors. Today Apollo had spent working, trying his hardest to make it to his goal. It was all he had in his life, it was what kept him with his want to live. The dream he made to his mother long ago when he was young, barely old enough to remember anything, yet he remembered that promise.
It was the dark of night, and he enjoyed watching the others carry out their life. Some where happy, some sad, others tired, but all living. It was great, having a life, Apollo absolutely loved it. He was a prisoner for too long, this type of enjoyment of the world was something he never thought he could imagine. His mother tried, she tried giving him descriptions, showing him what true freedom meant. But nothing was as good as feeling it for himself.
"You were right mom. It's the best feeling in the world..... This freedom." Apollo looked down from the people, his eyes closing from the world. He began dreaming of open fields, rich laughter everywhere, and his beautiful mother. Oh how beautiful his mother looked in his eyes. Her smile, her comforting voice, her motherly touch. Apollo remembered her, this memory he refused to let go. But every time he did, he would start crying. Tears of misery, missing misery that would hurt his heart, but it would also make him feel better, calm. With his sadness came nostalgic remembrance. Remembrance of her gentle kiss, her extremely tough punches to his head when ever he did or said something wrong, and her extreme anger when ever the soldiers would try to harm her boy. She was a wild mother, but she had a good heart. That was how Apollo remembered her, and that was how she would live within his dreams, forever.
"You use to be the one to set the world on fire, and they doused your soul in water but the flames raged higher.
"Used to act so tough like you could walk on wire, and they called you devil's daughter, such a pretty liar."
He began singing, his voice vibrating throughout the area. It was a song that was one of his favorites, one that brought him to his mothers side when he would listen. He played it in his ears for a long time, and he could now sing it, every word without the need of reading the lyrics. When he started singing, many would find his voice amazing. It was not very high in tone, nor was it low and horrible. Apollo's singing skills nearly matched the one who's song this belonged to. Though, one difference that people who listened to him would find, out of many, was that his voice spoke more of heartache. The artist the song came from was just singing, Apollo was telling a story. A sad and very emotional story.
"You were burning like the summer, crazy like a fox. You hit harder than a drummer, like the wave on the rocks.
"You could play like the lotto, you were playing a part. There ain't nobody could tame you and your wild heart."
Apollo stopped. He stopped singing at the realization of water falling on the grass he was sitting on. He moved his fingers to his cheek, wiping off the tears that he made. The boy was crying, like he always did. He hated how easily the tears would come, blinding his eyes and making his nasals breath more. Although, this time he was not just crying, he was smiling and looked very glad. Uncertain if it was tears of joy or tears of sadness, Apollo continued, making himself cry more.
"Take me back. to those barefoot summer nights.
"Take me back. running down those highway lights.
"Remember when. we said don't let go 'till we die.
"Take me back. to those fire in your eyes."
As he continued he began slamming on his lap to the rhythm of the beautiful song he was singing, only made greater by his voice. The boy would continue, vocals getting a little bit louder as he finished the chorus verse.
Post by Akutenshi Kyoushi on Sept 28, 2014 1:05:20 GMT -5
It was a wonderful nice for the daemon to take a stroll. So many potential targets for him to possibly take home with him tonight. He pauses to flirt with one of the girls on the path he just happened to be walking by. He wore a rather fine suit of black and crimson and a similar fedora hat to compliment the ensemble and handed her a card with his number and blows her a kiss before he continues on his merry way. He slows as he hears a song, sad and beautiful, that drew his attention toward a man standing under one of the trees there. He puts his hands in his pockets and stands there, just listening, feeling the emotion the man put behind it. It even brought a tear to his own eye and he wipes it away with a finger as he stood there and when he finished his song he spoke up "My boy, that has to be one of the most beautiful and haunting songs I have heard in a long time. It seems to mean more to you than the one who wrote it, am I right?"
Post by Alwyn Caroline Lefae on Sept 29, 2014 2:25:40 GMT -5
Alwyn was snapped out of her reverie by a sad, soulful song. A little down the busy street was a man under a tree. Alwyn got up, stashing her sketchbook, and silently strolled over, listening to the song as it pulled her heartstrings. This was a song that described her loving brother perfectly. As the man in front of her ended his song, she quietly clapped. Another man walked up and started speaking. When he was done, she nodded her head in agreement. "That song, sounds like something my brother would sing. He always had a good taste for music." She said reverently. As she was speaking, she looked over the two men standing in front of her. It was quite obvious neither of them were just mere humans. They were supernatural, much like herself. Thought what exactly they were, Alwyn wasn't sure. They were both very attractive, but both of the men in front of her seemed to exude power. Her own inner being cowered away from them slightly. Who were these men?
Post by Apollo Lion on Oct 26, 2014 20:22:50 GMT -5
Apollo opened his eyes and jumped from the sudden realization that someone was talking to him. His cheeks turned pink to the mans compliment, looking down to the ground in embarrassment. "Thanks," he said after giving a nervous chuckle. Even his voice did not want to have the attention that this man gave, tone becoming so low that it could barely be heard. "Y-yeah... It means a lot."
Then a girl, someone that he did not see until now, walked up to him and spoke. This girl was not as cheerful as the man seemed. She looked a little observant by Apollo's presence, and even moved away a little when she was close to him. He thought that maybe he smelled bad, thinking that this would be the only reason a girl would step back. Slyly, he checked to see if he was musty by: moving his nose down to his armpit and his armpit up to his nose. He took a large breath in but rubbed his nose against his shoulder to make the others think he had an itch. No stank.
"Your brother has a good taste in music. I like the song myself, but that's because it reminds me of my mom. Sometimes when I think of her, I sing it unknowingly." He looked to both of them with a smile, letting go of his nervousness he had before. There was an incredibly cute girl in the group, so he pulled off his best cool guy look to impress her. He moved to the man in the fedora and extends his hand for a shake. "Name is Apollo," he would say with or without the man excepting his greeting. Apollo would then move to the girl and extend his hand for her. "Name is Apollo," he would say once again, with or without her shaking. "Thanks for letting me know how you feel about my singing. If it attracts people like this, then maybe I can make money from it."
Post by Akutenshi Kyoushi on Oct 26, 2014 21:35:40 GMT -5
He smiles and chuckles lightly as he notices the girls odd response to either him or the other man. He remains cool and confident, however as he looked her over. She seemed a fine specimen for a female and perhaps might even consider joining him on a night on the town. Though his attention soon turned as the man spoke about what the song meant and how their response to it could possibly lead to making money and nods "Yes, though you may want to make a list of songs you want to sing so you won't become a one hit wonder" as Appoloo extended his hand, he took it in a firm handshake "Call me Tenshi, pleasure to meet you" he then looks over as Apollo approached the girl to introduced himself and listened intently to pick up on the woman's name. He remained poised and quiet, though he internally wanted to get to know her a little more intimately if he could
Post by Alwyn Caroline Lefae on Oct 26, 2014 22:35:36 GMT -5
Alwyn took the man's hand and shook it firmly. "Alwyn. And yes, he did. He used to pump that song out of his speakers at full blast when we were riding around. Had the best speakers money could buy. " She laughed mirthlessly, being transported back to that day-no, she wouldn't think about it. Not here, not now. Especially with these equally powerful men beside her. She didn't want either of these men to see the hurt undoubtedly in her eyes at the thought of her brother. "What brings you two to this dismal part of the desert? Mesa isn't usually a tourist trap, especially at this time of the year." Why, oh why was she engaging in conversation with these men? It could only be the sense of danger she felt from these two otherworlders. Alwyn had always been attracted to danger, even if the person themself wasn't danger, what they were usually was. And these two men, yeah.... They exuded a kind of danger only far too known to the little vampyre.
Post by Nathaniel Graham on Oct 29, 2014 2:13:19 GMT -5
He was happy. She was happy. They both seemed so sickeningly jubilant, as if binding themselves to another person was the happiest thing they could ever do. Gram told himself he would never understand it, even as he watched the couple with something akin to envy on his face. As a young boy, he'd wanted for nothing. His father had provided everything he could ever need. And yet... There'd always been something lacking in his life. Gram had never formed close relationships with other people. When he was a child, he'd sought his father's love and approval, pushing himself, striving to master the business he would inherit one day and to hone his knowledge of the sciences in part because of the approval he sought.
But, for whatever reason, Gram had never gotten that. Did he need it? If asked, Gram would always respond with no. In truth, it had left him emotionally stunted. Gram avoided emotions, especially those involving other people. He never delved too far into relationships, because a man was confident, intelligent, and successful, not overly emotional towards those he cared for, right? From his father, Gram had learned to accumulate and wield power, because that was all that mattered. Eventually, he would have a son who would be raised to carry on as so many Gram men had before him, but Nathaniel would not be overly emotional toward him. Affection was weakness. He had to believe that.
Wearing a masterful suit crafted specifically for this event, Gram eventually left early and went on a walk to clear his head. Drew, his ever present shadow, followed at a discreet distance, of course. Once outside, he angrily ran his hands through his blonde hair, returning it to its usual untidy state. He was unsure of how long he walked, or of how far, but eventually Gram came to a place where he heard a beautiful singing voice and he walked toward the sound. The song called to something in him, but Gram was unsure of what exactly that was. He was always annoyed when he could not explain a particular emotion he felt.
Once he'd reached the source, Gram could see that the sound had come from a young man who was sitting beneath a tree with two others near him, an attractive woman and a man in a fine suit. They'd obviously been drawn to the singing, just as he had. He approached the group, catching the last of their words. "You certainly do have a wonderful voice, the kind people pay money to listen to." Gram commented, standing not quite among them, but not quite apart from them, reflecting his awkwardness in approaching a random group of strangers, even though his body language spoke of confidence and power, out of sheer habit.
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