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Post by Sylas Sage on Mar 28, 2014 9:47:01 GMT -6
Sweat dripped from every inch of the young man's body as he stepped out of the mine. His already pale face seemed even whiter with the dust of a hard day's work in the mines. His miners garbs puffing into a cloud of dust with every step. He inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, and walked out of the mine, placing the pick axe in its rightful place before clocking out with his zone leader.
The air of Lower Aster was breezy, and cool. The wind blew of the dust of the mines as the young man walked lethargically down the road to the closest lift. His eyes were focused on the ground, and he ignored the voices and the movements of the city around him. As was his custom.
The lift approached and he boarded and began the climb. His mind was a blank slate, preparing itself for the night's activities to come. Walking like a zombie he reached his home, began to run the water and slumped on a chair with a long sigh. Another long day of work coming to an end. It was all he was used to: Work, drink, sleep. The young man bathed, dressed, and was out in the city again on the hunt for the closest bar. It was time to indulge in his daily ritual drinking away all your problems, living life day by day.
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Post by Etro Luminus on Apr 11, 2014 4:37:47 GMT -6
Etro was standing by the stage; she was warming her voice up before she was to go out. No matter how many times she performed she always got butterflies before going on stage. She should get over it but it always worried that she would mess up a song or slip or someone wouldn’t like it and they would heckle her. Though I guess why so always got nervous is that she was singing songs she wrote about people she cared about – there was always a message in her songs and she sung out her heart. It was the only time she ever let her voice be heard, let everyone hear how she feels. She nodded and headed up the stairs. Tonight she wore a knee length white dress, black dock martins and a red ribbon wrapped around her waist that hung loosely. Around her neck you could see her cross dangling from a black string, she wore it everywhere. She tried to straighten her hair but it always seemed to do its own thing so she gave up and let it out the bun and fall to her waits. Nodding to herself she took a deep breath and hummed a little before running through some scales to warm her voice up. Soon she was reminded that she was meant to be out in two minutes, so she drank some water and headed to the stage. The lounge wasn’t a loud place but it wasn’t quiet either, the only time everyone in the room ever hushed was when Etro were there to perform. Etro actually never believe this but the owner always said that she drew in people more than any other singer they had. As her feet made the first step the people in the room focused on her, a couple even clapped which started a chain reaction. Smiling she bowed and then took her place behind the piano, her fingers resting on the familiar keys. Closing her eyes she began to play, her fingers moving with practiced ease. Drawing a deep breath she closed her eyes and let her voice shine: “I bet you don't curse God When the doctor calls With a stern voice and the test results And he asks you to come in right away
I bet you don't curse God When you're on a plane In a turbulance, pourin' rain And you're hoping that you'll make it out okay”
Her body swayed as she sang, completely lost in the moment she let herself lay all the emotions bare. Taking a deep breath she opened her eyes, focusing on the audience but at no one in particular – right now it was only her in this room. “Everybody cries We've all faked a smile When your back's against the wall And your hands are tied There's pain, Life hurts There's a thousand things You think you don't deserve All hope is lost When You spend it all And you just can't beat the odds I bet you don't curse God I bet you don't curse God”Her eyes did lock on one figure in the room, a man with dark hair and a mysterious aura about him. She let her eyes linger as she sung until eventually she lost herself again, her fingers moving along the piano and her voice carried to all the souls in the room. “I bet you don't curse God When your child is gone And he ain't picking up the phone And it's 2am on a Saturday in July
I bet you don't curse God At your bottom line And your credit cards are all declined And you don't know where you're gonna sleep tonight
Everybody cries We've all faked a smile When your back's against the wall And your hands are tied
There's pain, Life hurts There's a thousand things You think you don't deserve All hope is lost When You spend it all And you just can't beat the odds I bet you don't curse God I bet you don't curse God
I bet you don't curse God When you're dying in bed About to take your one last breath And you're holding on before you say goodnight
There's pain, Life hurts There's a thousand things You think you don't deserve When all hope is lost When You spend it all And you just can't beat the odds I bet you don't curse God I bet you don't curse God
I bet you don't curse God”Etro took a breath, she let her tone drop as she begun the next bit, building and building until eventually she peaked on a high note, she sung ‘I bet you don’t cure god’ with a pitch that you wouldn’t expect from such a tiny frame. Her eyes remained closed as she let her voice trail off on the last note, her fingers playing the last of the piano keys…. MADE BY LILO OF GS |
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Post by Sylas Sage on Apr 11, 2014 12:15:32 GMT -6
The young man sat an began his indulgence with an order for the bartender's strongest brew. He took a seat on a bar stool and looked around him. The bar was pretty full compared to others he's visited and the people murmured of some act that will come soon.
The drink arrived, and the lights in the bar dimmed lightly. All eyes became focused on the modest wooden stage at the front of the crowd, and Sylas too, turned his attention to it, taking a sip of his beverage. There was chatter but it died quickly as an unfamiliar face stepped out onto the stage. The people clapped and the girl flashed the crowd a vibrant smile. Sylas stopped mid sip, watching the girl's graceful movements to the piano. She was absolutely lovely. Her petite frame, her long pink hair and fair features. Sylas couldn't help but stare at her with his hard onyx eyes. What a sight to behold indeed.
Then she began to play her music. A swaying tune that traveled smoothly through air and met his ears. The young man was not a music lover, but the way this girl played that instrument and lost herself in the music was toxic. He couldn't help but sit there doing nothing else but listen and stare at her. And for a second, Sylas found her staring back, meeting his stern onyx gaze with her soft blue one. A shiver ran up his spine, had she noticed him staring ? Was she offended?
The thought brought a smirk to his face. Was he so drunk already that he actually cared what she thought? He turned away, still listening but not giving the girl the satisfaction of knowing it. The ups and downs of her voice and the way she worked it with skill was swaying though. So swaying that when the song ended and the girl prepared to get off the stage, Sylas rose as well. He had to talk to that girl.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Apr 14, 2014 13:51:35 GMT -6
Aaron stepped into the bar brushing snow off his sleeves. He looked up hearng the applause. It seemed just about everyone in the room was standing and clapping. The room was mostly dark save for a light shining upon a lone girl on the stage. Aaron moved slightly to get a better view of her. He first noticed her long pink hair flowing down her back. She was small from the distance Aaron could see. Her eyes were closed and it appeared as if she was just listening to the sounds of the applause after what appeared to be a performance Aaron had missed in the horid, infernal snowy weather. He looked her over before scanning the rest of the room. His eyes then found the only known face in the room, the black-haired swordsman from the other day, Sylas.
Aaron made his way through the crowd that had gently stopped applauding and were retaking their seats. He sat in a stool next to Sylas and ordered a beer. He looked right at the man but Sylas' eyes were fixed on the girl on the stage as if in a trance. Aaron shook his head and snapped his fingers in Sylas' view. "Good evening, Sylas. It appears that you're out for another night of drinking and revelry I assume." Aaron's beer arrived and he turned in the stool to face the stage. "Seems like I missed quite the show. It's not often I come in and everyone in the room is entranced by one person."
From this view, Aaron was able to get a better view of the girl. He could easily make out her white dress and red ribbon. Her skin was pale and flawless making her glow slightly in the singular light shining from above. As he studied her, he began to understand why very few in the room could even break their gazes away from her. She was easily the most beautiful girl Aaron had ever seen. "Granted, she is rather entrancing. I can see why everyone can't take their eyes away from her." He took another sip from his beer and waited for whatever was to come next.
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Post by Etro Luminus on Apr 16, 2014 7:11:13 GMT -6
Etro bowed to the crowd, there were quite a number of people here lately and she wondered if word had got out about her singing. It was a nice change though; maybe she would get noticed and would be able to perform at somewhere grand, in front of thousands of people. “Thank you, I will be back later tonight” She bowed again and walked off the stage heading for the bar where she would begin the rest of her shift. As she made her way there the crowd took their seats and everything returned to normal, people drank, they were loud and the guys eyed girls to see which they would try their luck with tonight. “That was a great song Etro.” The owner of the bar, an interesting fellow who’s appearance always came off as rough. He was nice to Etro though but she had noticed he gave a number of the patrons a hard time. Etro thought that maybe he knew them but she soon found that it was just how it was, a rough guy that spoke his mind, but always managed a smile for her. “Thank you, I had it floating around for a while now but it finally all came together. I wanted to sing it tonight to see what people would think.” She smiled at him and he grinned back at her “Well I think it was a hit! You really should try getting something out to the wider community, sing somewhere grand Etro.” She lifted the drinks tray with both hands, a known clutz she always tried to be very careful with what she did at the bar. “One day I will, but I do like to sing here.” She moved from the bar with the tray in hand, time to collect all the empty bottles and sometimes she would take orders for those too lazy to get up and go to the bar. Well at least she liked to call them lazy. She smiled to herself and made her way to the nearest table. tags: Sylas; @aaron words count: 342 out of character: |
MADE BY LILO OF GS
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Post by Sylas Sage on Apr 16, 2014 22:13:27 GMT -6
Sylas stood there watching the girl walk off the stage. How would he approach? He thought about it over and over in his head, completely not noticing the familiar man that has been sitting next to him the for gods know how long. Glancing at the man, then turning his attention back to the girl he took a sip of his powerful ale. "Well met, friend." He nodded to the man's comment. "A rose among ashes, she is. Stunning." The young man could feel the familiar confidence associated with talking to females rise in him and with a smirk on his face. "Sorry brother, but this one's mine."
Turning to face the man properly for the first time. "What brings you here, anyway? Figured you'd be headed back to your homeland by now." He talked to the man but his interest was somewhere else. What a strange impression this girl left on the young man's mind. He finished the drink and placed the cup down, patiently waiting for the girl to come around and grab their empty glasses as she was doing for everyone else. "Tell me, Aaron, have you yet layed with a Hrystic woman yet?" The man asked. A conversation suitable for men. The meaning of the conversation lying someone deep in his mind.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Apr 16, 2014 22:43:45 GMT -6
Aaron noticed the way Sylas talked about the girl. He shook his head trying to hold his tongue about the comment. When asked about returning to his home, he grumbled slightly. "I would if it wasn't for the frozen waters. And I'd rather not journey across land in this weather. It's difficult enough crossing the street let alone across the country." He shook his head and sipped from his beer. He looked at the man when he asked about laying with a Hrystic woman.
"Whether or not it's your information about that, I have not laid with any woman. Hrystic or otherwise. And the way you refer to women as if they are a piece of meat doesn't seem fair to me. A woman isn't simply a trophy or prize you win or take. I would hope that a knight would have more honor than that." Aaron wasn't going to allow that kind of talk from anyone. It didn't matter who. Aaron had had enough of that kind of talk from lesser men than Sylas in Aquavia. He almost couldn't believe that even in this country of honor and codes this kind of thinking remained. He sipped more of his beer and looked away from Sylas to watch the girl as the other patrons went about their business.
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Post by Etro Luminus on Apr 19, 2014 2:55:14 GMT -6
Etro made her way around the bar, she smiled as people greeted her and made comments about her voice. It always made her shy, a rose colour would gather about her soft cheeks as they described her singing and why they came here so often. A lot would ask why she isn’t on a big stage to which Etro would smile and proclaim that one day she hoped to be. “It’s my dream you know” She would find herself saying to which they would tell her is a good dream to have. Why Etro wanted to sing on stage so badly was because she felt it was her only chance to reconnect with Story again. She hoped that if she sang loud enough, Story would hear her and she would come home. It’s not to say that she was that happy with her sister, especially after their last encounter. She heard she was in town and she tried to see her but ended up just getting in her way. Etro felt mad at her a guilty at the same time for being a burden to her sister during that attack with the bandits. Shaking her head she pushed it aside, she didn’t want to think about how her sister just left, or how she didn’t even come to mother’s funeral. No she was just going to keep smiling and praying that she would make it on that stage, and then she could tell Story just how she felt. Coming over to the man who she noticed during her song she smiled and took a deep breath, he was with someone else now and she couldn’t help but noticed the two had their eyes on her. It actually made her blush slightly and become rather nervous. She hadn’t even noticed people looking at her but here two people were – maybe they just wanted a drink and were hoping she could take their orders. “Hello there, can I take your empty glasses?” |
MADE BY LILO OF GS
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Post by Sylas Sage on Apr 22, 2014 13:34:31 GMT -6
Sylas sat for a moment looking at the man known as Aaron with a hard gaze. Had he been another man, Sylas would leap over and knock him in the mouth. But, the man spoke much truth and Sylas had to honor his honesty. With a smirk and a chuckle, turning to look at the girl once more he spoke indirectly. "Aye, you're right, i hope you'll forgive me, this drink seems to be a lot stronger than i remembered." Feeling sincerely sorry for the way he spoke about the girl he flashed the man a warm half smile. "I do respect women, especially ones so delicate as the one that stands before us. The mead speaks for itself you see."
Turning his gaze he saw that the famous girl of the night approached the bar where they sat. She flashed a shy smile and finally arrived, Sylas couldn't help but smile with her. "Yes, please." He said politely. He would let the girl gather their glasses and then say. "You have a lovely voice by the way, I've never heard anything quite like it. And i'm not one to listen to music. If you would do me the honor, i'd like to know your name." He said smooth as butter. In hopes that she will entertain his need for conversation and he would get to know her a little better before the night ended. It was a strange thing, but for the first time talking to a female he could feel his hands grow moist in nervousness. He was less cool and collected than normal. A strange thing indeed.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Apr 23, 2014 14:55:25 GMT -6
Aaron watched Sylas as he spoke about the mead doing the talking for him. "If that is so, might I suggest limiting your consumption." He had more he wanted to say but he decided it would be best to leave it be at that. Although, he wasn't adverse to pulling Sylas outside if things got out of hand with this girl. Aaron wasn't about to let someone try anything if he could stop it, even someone he considered to be an acquaintance or friend. Aaron continued sipping his beer as the girl came up to their table. He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Sylas' flirtatious attempts at conversation with the girl. He looked back at the pink haired female. As she was now only a few feet away, he was able to get a better view of her. Definitely pale skin, long flowing pink hair that went down her back. A pretty face framed by the locks of hair. He studied her features before looking back at Sylas.
He hadn't known the man very long but he could tell signs of aggitation anywhere. Sylas' shoulders trembled almost imperceptably. A single bead of sweat slid down his temple. It was but no means hot within the bar so temperature wouldn't account for the persperation. Aaron could only assume that, for all of his talk, Sylas wasn't as used to female attention as he let on. He decided to not mention the fact he noticed Sylas' anxiety. He quietly finished his beer and handed it to the girl. "Yes you may. Thank you. I hope to hear you sing again. I came in just as your first performance ended. It must have been quite the spectacle." He smiled sincerely at her.
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