Shall I join you on your journey?/Will you play the music to my songs?

[psyvampexperiment]

Who: Sariel and YOU!
What: A fallen angel might feel a bit homesick for the North East
When: After the ghost incidents
Where: Pride HQ, out on the streets of Vista City
Warnings: None to speak of unless German Romantic art songs irk you.


Part One - How well you greeted me then/Your shining happy streets

Out on the streets -Open To All

A month has passed since Sariel's arrival from the north east, and while he might have grown accustomed to the hustle and bustle of Vista City, he has yet to acclimate to the climate, so different from his home town. About now, snow would have covered the ground and a chill would fill the air, but instead, the days tend toward rain and fog when they do come near to the climate he knows well.

Still, on the days not occupied by recording sessions and rehearsals or autographing promotional materials, he'll head out for a constitutional, walking through the streets that surround Pride HQ. He'll pop into shops, or study the contents of the store windows, at other times, he'll pause to linger in a park and people watch, or linger in a cafe, nursing a cup of tea, usually green.

Part Two - Shall I join you on your journey?/Will you play the music to my songs?

At home in the Court of Thorns penthouse - Closed to CoT folks

Back home, perhaps later that evening, he'll retire to his room for a long moment before emerging carrying a folio scorethat he's selected from his collection. Setting it up on the piano in the common area, he'll sit down to it, leafing through the pages, humming softly to himself before putting his hands to the keys and beginning to play, then to sing, in a soft, melancholy voice

The songs that he plays all have a distinctly dark, chilly air to them, strongly suggestive of a north eastern winter, all ice and cold and dim, like a cold wintry day. Even the songs that have more warmth to them still have an undercurrent of a shadow and a hint of melancholy, as if the speaker in the lyrics has gone in search of something lost...

Comments

Part One

[firelotus]

Sariel is not the only one who frequents cafe's for a cup of green tea. Fon tends to drop by one a few times a week, because he liked the taste of that particular cafe's teas and people watch. He hopes to catch sight of some of the people that he's here to find, as well.

Sometimes the cafe gets a little crowded though, and it is so at the moment. Sariel's table is free besides Sariel though, at the moment, which can't be said for the other tables. So with his tea and a plate of dango, he heads over with a polite smile. "Pardon my intrusion, but would it be alright if I shared table with you for a little while?"

Re: Part One

[psyvampexperiment]

The pale gent might look up from his teacup and the journal he's jotting in, closing it with a pen sandwiched in between the pages. The tall, vaguely menacing guy in a suit, lurking at a nearby table, might turn a look of professional concern toward the newcomer, but the pale guy gently holds him off.

Turning back to Fon, the pale gent speaks, with a friendly if slightly crooked smile, "Quite all right: the place is a bit short on free space today." And he'll tilt one long-fingered, graceful hand toward the free chair.

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[nuns4money]

Classical/Gothic was never her thing, too mopey and dull for Eda's tastes. But she has a job to do, so perhaps she might 'bump' into the lead singer of Crown of Thorns on her way back from work.

"Hey, didn't see ya there."

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[psyvampexperiment]

He might have been striding along, head down when his arm might brush her shoulder. When he feels that connection, he looks up, a dry smirk crossing his pale face. The black-suited goon tailing his heels might make a move to get between them, but the pale man holds him off with a raised hand. "That would make two of us, I regret to admit," the pale man says. "I got a bit wrapped up in the whorls of my own mind, I'm sorry to say."

[nuns4money]

Apparently this business lady wears sunglasses off hours, and she lowers them at the tall pale guy.

"Nah, it's ok. It happens to all of us."

[psyvampexperiment]

"Busy day at work that's got your mind in a knot?" he asks, with a polite curiosity. "That would make two of us, in that case."

[nuns4money]

Not really, but she can pretend in hopes of getting closer to the brainwashed. "Yeah, the daily grind can do that."

[psyvampexperiment]

"Office work or something else, if you don't mind my asking?" he says, making conversation, but clearly interested, maybe even building toward something more than mere chatter.

[nuns4money]

"Hotel Receptionist, I work near the Pride building." Eda explains.

[psyvampexperiment]

A glint of recognition shows in his good eye as she mentions the Pride Building. "Ahhh, not far away from the place where I work, if one can it work: it's a wonder we haven't crossed paths before," he says, pleased.

[nuns4money]

"I guess it depends. You haven't been using the hotel..." Eda smirks.

[psyvampexperiment]

He replies with a gentle chuckle in his throat, then adds, "No, not yet anyway, since I'd been availing myself of another discreet location.

He pauses, then adds, with a bow of his head, "Here I've been chattering away and I haven't introduced myself. I'm Sariel MacLeod."

[nuns4money]

"Oh, I know who you are. You're the new vocalist for Crown of Thorns. Gotta different quality from the last pretty boy... well you're a man so..." It's normal for a lady that works near the building to know who the musicians are.

"Names Ruby Gordon."

[psyvampexperiment]

He chuckles, pleased to be recognized. "Yes, the angel newly descended from heaven; it wasn't the easiest landing, but no landing ever is," he says. "It's evened out nicely, though, and I've fit into place quite nicely.

"A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Gordon: I'd offer to buy you a drink for your time and troubles, but I suppose that's a bit of a strange offer, from someone you've only just bumped into, quite literally."

[nuns4money]

"Nah, you can buy me one. It isn't often that ya drink with a star..." Eda smirks.

[psyvampexperiment]

"An adventure to treasure and a story to share with your friends?" he asks, playfully, his smirk just a little dangerous. "I know of a little place not far from here, where I used to perform before I signed on to Pride Records, if you don't mind Gothic clubs? It's a cozier place than you'd expect."

[nuns4money]

"I don't know... I'm kinda the least gothic lady in existence. I like color, ya know. I don't even have any clothes that fit." She remarks.

[psyvampexperiment]

"We have our share of visitors from outside the scene," he says, with a graceful shrug. "And we have some folk within it who add brighter colours to their wardrobe: there's one waitress who regularly adds quite a bit of pink to her get-ups."

[nuns4money]

Eda shrugs. "Sure, just don't take me to any creepy rituals or anything."

[psyvampexperiment]

He chuckles gently. "No chance of that: maybe an eerie floor show from time to time; we've one girl who belly dances while dressed as a gorgon, but probably not tonight," he says, offering her his arm.

[nuns4money]

She takes it, smirking a bit. "That might be kinda interesting."

[psyvampexperiment]

"It could be: it's the sort of place where the unexpected tends to become the expected," he says with a smirk, as he leads the way along the street, then around a corner, past a clothing boutique with a Love Day themed window display - hearts and Cipuds and rose petals strewn about - then past a high end cafe with a similar display, only with red and pink cupcakes, then around another corner to a basement entryway opening out of the sidewalk, purple lights twined about the railings.