vatheon | Funny now, the world is at your fingertips

Who: Charlie Pace and anyone~
Where: The plaza at the fountain
When: Foreward-dated to Wednesday morning
Style: Action
Status: Open

[He didn't use to be an early riser, but three months on the island had taught him to rise soon after the sun did and his body just wasn't willing to get over that one just yet.

He still wasn't too sure what to make of this place but it was nice enough and it wasn't like he had a way home.
So, with little else to do, he turned to his guitar. It was always a comfort for him back home and that was no different here. Granted, it wasn't his guitar, he'd gotten it when he'd arrived, but it was all he had.

He decided to settle on the edge of the fountain in the middle of the plaza and start to play. It was almost like when he'd play on street corners for money but minus the money, this time he was just doing it for fun.

he played a few Oasis songs and some Beatles before turning to his own songs including the one he'd never actually been able to record before his band dissolved.

He'd always had high hopes for Saved...but, well, things just hadn't panned out.

It was alright, though...he'd found something better, at least.

He figured he'd stay here a while, maybe break for lunch, and then move on. It depended on if he got an audience or not.]

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[Ryu was wandering around, trying to figure out what to do today, when he heard music. Curious, he wandered towards the source of it. Oh! It was like the frog woman. ... But he didn't have any money.]

[He stood nearby and listened anyway. This wasn't a kind of music he was used to hearing.]

[Charlie finished out the song and glanced up to see the boy there and he smiled.]

Come by to listen? I take requests, you know.

[Still, he starts into a new song, a different one he'd been thinking about on the island, but only the chords part. He hadn't yet mastered the art of singing and holding a conversation at the same time, after all.]

I don't know a lot of songs. The only one that I know the name of is Song of the Dragon.

[And considering he's probably not from his world, he probably doesn't know it. Oh well.]

I don't know a lot about music in generally, to be honest.

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Yeah...sorry, don't know that one.

Oh, well, can't have that. Music is one of the most important things about living. You can do all sorts of things with it.

Really? Like what?

Well, like expressing yourself and what you're feeling. Like, when you're upset or someone else is, you can cheer them up with it.

People tend to like listening to music, so if you can do it well enough then you'll make people happy.

That's why I play, anyway. Well, that and I just like playing.

[Ioder normally enjoyed music, both listening and playing, and he would have stopped. Today was a bit different, though, as he traversed through the plaza with a backpack on his shoulders (with a flashlight in it - he wasn't taking chances after the elevator incident) and a sketchbook stuffed with loose papers in his arms, he was off in his own little world and lost in thought.

So when a couple of children came running by, he didn't notice them until it was too late. One knocked squarely in to him and sent him falling back, the sketchbook tumbling out of his hands, sending all the loose papers in to the air.

Several sketches fluttered dangerously close to the fountain, right where a certain guitarist was sitting on the edge.]

Oh no... ! No no no, don't fall i--... n...

[And naturally, as soon as he said that, several went right down in to the water.]

[Charlie stopped playing almost immediately and snatched up the pages from the fountain, holding them with two fingers over the ground in front of him.]

I got them! Dunno if I saved them at all but...maybe once they dry? Sorry I couldn't catch them before.

[Ioder let out a sigh and took the ones that had been grabbed, looking over them carefully. Thankfully the ones that had fallen were still just pencil drawings with no color added yet. Salvageable, maybe.]

Thank you... that's all I can really ask, I suppose. It was my fault for not binding my book more tightly.

[He takes them over to the side of the fountain's ledge and lays them out, hoping a bit of air will dry them eventually.]

It was lovely... what you were playing. What little bit I heard, anyway.

Thanks. I wrote it, that last one, anyway.

How long've you been drawing for? A while, I'd reckon.

Oh, that's impressive! I can play flute a little, but I don't think I'd have any skill for writing songs!

[Pages laid out, Ioder steps back and looks at them, letting out a bit of a sigh. Well, there are worse things that could have happened...]

Yes, since I was little. There wasn't much to do when I was growing up, aside from study, read and draw. Or... stare out the window longingly, but that's just as boring as anything else.

[The last song, while not to Chidori's taste or even something she's used to hearing around home, makes her oddly sad and unable to push away her thoughts. She'd been doing so well since she'd been avoiding those people, and it shocked her that just one thing made her return back to that line of thought. Just like scratching at the mark and hearing his voice had stopped her from going further.

But she's certainly not one to speak unless spoken to - especially with strangers - and she's quite happy just to stand and listen. No claps though.]

[When Charlie finishes the song he looks up to her, sensing something wasn't quite right. He'd always been good at telling when people were upset.]

You alright, love?

Don't call me that.

[... She's not going to answer that though, instead posing her own question.]

Did you write these songs yourself?

[Touchy. He holds his hands up as if to say he's unarmed, put down the barbs, and nods.]

Few of them, yeah. The last few, in fact.

Do you like singing?

I do. Do it for a living, as a matter of fact. Well, did.

Do you?

I've never tried.

[She likes drawing more, even if she wouldn't consider herself an artist. Chidori wonders if it's easy to sing - or if she'd be any good at it in general. Probably not.]

Huh. Well, maybe you should try. I mean...what else is there to do around here except try new things?

... It isn't like anything will happen even if I do. The future will stay the same, regardless of my decision.

Well...how do you know what the future is? I mean, maybe you're supposed to try new things, eh?

Sure, everything happens for a reason, but sometimes you've got to take the initiative.

[The future is an illusion. All that is after tomorrow is death.

... At least, it used to be. Chidori'd hate to admit it but she'd changed back home because of that stupid guy and she pushes him from her mind. No place for him right now.]

Are you saying I should sing right now?

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