Just A Regular Day

[Ari]

Pan Quinn

Snooooore~...

A loud snore reverberated throughout the bedroom, the owner of said snore in a comfortable, deep sleep.
The bedroom was in slight disarray due to the clothes scattered across the carpet, but it added a bit of charm. Disregarding the clothes, you could see posters taped up on the wall from old bands and the like and an old acoustic guitar leaned up against the dark blue wall.  
The bed itself had sheets barely hanging on and the sole occupant's arms were dangling off the edge. 

"Pandora! Just because it's not a school day doesn't mean you can sleep in!" A woman's voice called to the sleeping teen. A few minutes ticked by, and yet the sleeping teen didn't awaken. Footsteps approached the bedroom and the door opened, revealing a woman in her mid 40s. The middle-aged woman stalked over to the bed, ignoring the dirty clothes on the floor, and shook its occupant. "Pandora Celeste Quinn, wake up!"

The slumbering teen woke up with a start, "I'M UP!" She immediately sat up, hair sticking out in every direction, pupils blown wide as her heart beat rapidly in her chest. A few seconds ticked by as the teen realized what happened and groaned, "Seriously mom? I was  havin' a good rest until you had to wake me up..." She had a slight pout on her face as she looked at her mother. 
Her mom, Aurora Quinn, rolled her eyes and ruffled the other's messy hair, "Oh I'm so terribly sorry, but you had to wake up at some point. So, get dressed and come down for breakfast." The older woman said sarcastically, booping her daughter's nose before heading back downstairs to finish breakfast. Welp, no point in going back to sleep, so might as well get the fuck up.

Introduction is in order; meet Pandora Quinn, just Pan for short though because if you call her by her full name you might get socked in the nose. She stood at the height of 5'7", was a lanky 19 year old with somewhat wavy black hair and electric blue eyes, and had skin that was somewhat tanned with several scars littering her skin. She is the youngest of three children and the only daughter to Aurora and Christopher Quinn. With a sarcastic personality and cynical mind, Pan isn't susceptible to bullshit and is quick to call someone out on their shit.

Pan rose from her bed and stalked over to closet to pick her outfit for the day. Let's see, let's see, what to wear for the day...AH, here's a shirt that she can wear along with some slightly ripped jeans. Alright, now to go take a shower!

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After a hot relaxing shower, Pan was dressed and ready for the day, but before she can go out she's gotta feed herself. 
She headed downstairs to the kitchen, and saw her dad, mom, and brother Matthew. Antonio must've already left, oh well. She made her way to the table, plopping into an available chair beside Matthew. "Mornin' Matty, mornin' pops." She greeted the two men. Her dad rose his coffee mug in greeting while Matthew rolled his eyes, giving a half-hearted wave. "I already fed Ajax for you, so you're welcome." Her brother muttered as he continued to eat a pancake. Pan nodded in thanks, noticing the plate of food that her mother was handing to her and took it. "Thanks mom." Was all Pan said before she began to scarf down her breakfast.
The family ate their breakfast in comfortable silence, everyone too busy focusing on their food to talk. The first one finished was her dad, who kissed the three of them on their forehead before heading out the door to work. Second one was her mother who claimed that she had errands to do. Matthew was the next one finished, he put his plate in the sink along with mom and dad's, before heading back to his room to do some leftover work he had.

She swallowed the remainder of her food before placing the plate in the sink. "I'm heading out Matthew!" She called to her brother waiting for a response. Once she heard the affirmation that Matthew heard her, she grabbed her house key and walked out the front door, locking it behind her. To the city she goes! 

[Ari]

Pan Quinn

After about 20 minutes of walking, Pan realized that she didn't exactly know what to do with herself. She was too hyped up about not having school for the day that she didn't have any plans. And she doesn't have many friends considering that she comes off as a bit too brash and harsh, so she can't exactly hang out with anyone... Eh, no matter, she'll just do what she always does and just wander around until she finds something that intrigues her.
So with that decision in mind, Pan continued her way to the downtown area of Hurricane Keep to find herself some entertainment. Whilst on her trek, she felt the cool winter wind nip at her cheeks, causing her to adjust her hoodie to better cover her face. 

Around 20 minutes of walking, she began to hum tunes underneath her breath to occupy her mind. Damn this felt like a long walk, has Hurricane Keep always been this far? As soon as that thought entered her mind, she was already there. Huh, guess she was just over-exaggerating.
No matter, she made it to Hurricane Keep and that's all that mattered! Now she heads towards downtown to find something fun to do.

[Ari]

Pan Quinn

Alright! She made it to the downtown area and she really wasn't expecting it to be bumping today. Was there something special going on or something? Or did everyone and their mother just decide to come downtown today? Well whatever the occasion was she's still gonna look around to find something to do. She may not have planned this outing but she's not letting that stop her dammit!
Bypassing all the other civilians, she made her way to one of the stores, a music store, and entered. The jingle of the bell signaled her arrival, causing one of the employees to perk their head up. "Yo Quinn! Come back for some more music? Or are you buying something for yer guitar?" The worker greeted her from behind the counter, a lazy grin on their face. "I'm mostly here because I'm free for the day and don't know what to do with myself. So I'm gonna browse the shelves if that's alright with you." Not even waiting for a reply, she made a beeline for the record-filled shelves, absent-mindedly looking through the selection. The cashier chuckled at her response, not really minding Pan hanging out in the store, before going back to looking through the magazine they were reading.

[Sora-No]

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    Mike was in his room, just kind of jamming out with a couple ideas. First he messed with his bass, before he got bored of how... I guess you could say simple it was? He couldn't explain it, but when you can literally slam together all the shit you do in a terrible one man band, you start to realize that some parts of the band can be used as nothing but... fluff. This sometimes is the issue with the bass. They'll have a repeating and boring beat that you have to pluck along to so that you can support the guitar and remind whoever's playing it that the drums exist and that playing in time is a fucking good thing.

    He switched to his guitar (after leaving a note that he should probably grab a new one) he would strum along to a different, more fun song. Basically, there's a part two to this song, and when they mixed it together, they added in an entire guitar solo basically playing out the melody of part two before it happened. So, you have slapstick guitar solo that's actually just the song itself.

    He'd start strumming along to it when something... unpleasant happened. The year old strings on his four year old guitar snapped (shocker, right?) and slapped him in the arm. Now, let's make this clear, strings don't 'slap', they try to gut whatever they hit. So, cue some unkind swear words, some red wannabe water all over his shirt, and a need for bandages.

    Guess he should probably go and grab some new strings and stuff.

    After bandaging himself up, he'd put a hoodie over his partially red t-shirt, walking over to the music store he heard was nearby, guitar case in hand. Or, strapped on his back would be the better term. He'd walk into the store, greeting the person at the cashier desk before wandering around the store.

    It was then he'd notice that they have a fuck ton of records. He doesn't usually care for them, but it's always intriguing to listen to them in the previewer. He'd waddle his ass over, looking it over next to another person who is also noticing the collection.

    This is the part where he's going to do this evil deed: socialize

    "So, which record do you have your eye on right now?" He would say with a smile. He's definitely attempting to socialize a little bit more than before, especially given the fact that he's only hung out with Luke and Soren, and no one else really. So he might want to try to at least talk to one fucking person every month or so.

[Ari]

Pan Quinn


She was just casually looking at the selection when she heard the bell to the entrance jingle, signaling a customer having entered. She thought nothing much of it, until said new arrival approached the records shelves and said something to her. Peering over to her side, she scanned them for a quick second before responding.
"Oh, I ain't really got my eye on any specific one, just casually browsing." She shrugged a bit at the end of that, smirking a little. "I'm mostly here to bide the time." Thanks Pan, for that dry-ass response.

She isn't one for the whole socializing thing, sue her! Also she wasn't expecting some auburn haired John Doe wearing a hoodie to fucking speak to her. Which is saying something considering that he looked about as social as she did.  

[Sora-No]

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    Mike gave a small laugh, "Oh, good, I'm not the only one bored as shit today." At this point, he should probably get a job instead of just following around doing whatever Luke needs. As fun as that is, it's not something that happens all too often, and he would much prefer making money and not having so much time on his hands.

    "So, Ms. Bored as Fuck, you play any instruments?" Mike at this point is trying to make small talk. Even though small talk is unoriginal and bland. But if he can keep it up for long enough, hey, maybe it'll evolve into a genuine conversation. Though he doesn't know at what level it evolves. Maybe it needs a stone? If the conversation needs to be traded he's just not gonna even try to evolve it.

[Ari]

Pan Quinn

She snickered a tad, agreeing with this stranger, before perking up at the question of instruments. Now this guy's speaking her language! "Well, Mr. Social as Fuck, I play acoustic and electric guitar, and dabble a bit in drumming." She turned her body to face him fully, eyebrow cocked. "And what about you? You play anything?" May as well turn the question back to him since he's the one tryna initiate an actual decent conversation. The minute he said something about instruments he caught her full attention.
What? Music's rad as fuck and one of the many things that keeps her from growing too bored. This might go from slightly awkward to holy shit someone who isn't monotonous and has personality.

[Sora-No]

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    Mike gave a light chuckle, itching at his head, "Yeah, I play enough to need an actual life." After a pause, there would be a laugh, "I play six instruments. Guitar, drums, bass. Stuff you'd put in a band." Well, there's a different instrument, one that wouldn't fit into a band in a normal situation. And it's also an instrument that won't go into a normal conversation.

    Careless Whispers can only go so far, you know?

    The redhead would lean back on his heels, his hands slowly shifting into his hoodie pockets. "You got a first name, Ms. Bored as Fuck?" Introductions might as well be in order, right? It wouldn't hurt at the very least.

[Ari]

Pan Quinn

She let out a low whistle at the list of instruments, "Well whaddya know, that's an impressive feat. Not a lot of people bother learning one instrument, let alone six." She would know, she's been to too many guitar lessons where half the applicants decided to leave once they realized they had to put in actual work in order to get a decent tune. That's on them, dumbasses should've known beforehand that you can't half-ass good music.
Her eyebrow then rose when he asked for her name. Meh, might as well. After all her mother would skin her alive if she didn't put her manners to use.

Blowing a couple of strands of hair out of her view of vision, she introduced herself to her fellow music enthusiast, "Name's Pan Quinn, guitar enthusiast and lightning user. What about you Red?" 

[Sora-No]

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    Mike would give a smile, reaching out his hand, "Well nice to meet ya, Pan." He would pause on a name. Hmm, decisions decisions. They're always interesting, huh? Did he need to give his name? Usually he just throws around his middle name instead anyways, so it's always weird to introduce himself with his actual name.

    Nah, he'll wait a bit, test the waters and such.

    "I kinda like Red, might stick with that." A laugh would leave his lips, "Yeah, I'm a musician with some dabbling in magic." The more he talks to people and wants to leave at least a decent first impression, he always wonders which of one thing he is more of. Fighter, Musician, mage. Social person, general person-avoider. At times he can't tell which one is which, but he knows which one to start with as an impression, he can add the other spices later on in the conversation.

    "So, Pan, odd question- do you wanna play something real quick?" He would then remember why his dumbass is here, "Well, first I gotta get strings since mine broke, but you know what I mean." It shouldn't hurt too much, right? Though she doesn't look like she has her kit on her, so that might fuck some stuff up.

    Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck it, it's fine.

[Ari]

Pan Quinn
She let out a snort when he introduced himself with her unoriginal nickname, but more power to him if he wanted to call himself that. She grasped his hand with a strong grip and shook firmly. That's what you do right? You shake the other person's hand firmly to seem trustworthy or some shit. She then let go of his hand after the handshake, the appendage hanging casually by her side.

'Red' then continued on, saying that he was a musician who also 'dabbled' in magic. Pfft, no need to downplay your shit buddy. But then her interest was piqued even more when he suggested that they go jam out together. Huh? Was this what it's like hanging out with people who share the same interests as you? If that's case maybe she should participate in socializing more often... Maybe she'll think on that. "That sounds like it'll be cool. Shit, I don't have either of my guitars though.." I mean she could rush back to her house and grab it, but that's a whole fucking process. "Oof, the ol' strings broke eh?"