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Post by insainitypanda on Apr 2, 2020 21:04:25 GMT -8
Joel sits happily on the bridge staring down from above. He enjoyed heights so the bridges were nice. He didn't often get cold but he he kept his cloak closed tight anyways. The gentle glow of light posts in the night were soothing. They reminded him of his own mothers eyes which would watch him through the darkness. His own eyes glow softly as a similar shade of yellow reflecting back on his white hair. He looked out wondering if there was somebody out there just waiting to be interacted with. He was never good at making friends, then again it's difficult when communication is as limited as his. Even so he is happy with his choice of trading his voice for the sake of others. His family was protective of him given his softer nature but he had finally convinced them to let him roam on his own for the night.
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Post by abbeyabinch on Apr 3, 2020 19:22:47 GMT -8
Skylar never wanted to be famous in any way shape or form, sadly he became sort of infamous. Not all too well known at this point due to a drastic appearance change, and quite frankly that's the way he'd like to keep things. Well, the only person who knows him is a sweet little old lady who buys him a coffee every once and a while, she's pretty nice and for some reason keeps trying to invite him to family reunions. But we don't have time to unpack all of that!
Skylar is a street performer, he busks for tips and typically uses his abilities to enhance the performance, to make it more interesting for the passersby in hopes they'll tip well. Normally this works, picking the busier areas to show off but today wasn't a good day for him. It had been a long day and he'd made minimal cash, less than ninety dollars, walking away with bloody fingertips which stung like motherfuckers. One of his worse days since starting in Hurricane Keep a few months ago. With his violin case in hand and backpack well, on his back, he made his way from the centre where he'd been spending his time. Note to self, get in front of the cafe early and maybe you'll get some lunch dumbass, he thought. Wanting to get up early tomorrow, which he knows he won't do with the night he has planned. He may have not earned a lot today but he knows he won't be broke in the morning. Hopefully. Taking a little stroll across one of the bridges he sees someone sitting on the edge, a usual sight? He wouldn't know. But with how high it is at the moment(which he wouldn't dare to check, thank you fear of heights you suck), he'd be a bit concerned. Trying not to sneak up on the poor soul just enjoying their night he'd lean up against the wall a bit away and pat the stone, at least trying to make some noise to give a warning that he's there.
" Not sure if it's a good idea to sit on the edge, falling reeeeally doesn't sound too fun. I mean, kind of does but not really for most people. Ya'know? So what brings you here to this very bridge, in this suck ass place? God I'm sorry, not all too good with the whole introduce yourself bit. "
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Post by insainitypanda on Apr 4, 2020 15:36:15 GMT -8
He looked over and smiled seeming excited. Another person? He waved ever so friendly and began to assure that he was not in danger, or rather tried to. His mouth moves like he is talking but no words come out as if he has been muted. Either that or your not close enough to hear but that is highly unlikely. He often forgets about his loss of voice since the event was fairly recent.
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Post by abbeyabinch on Apr 16, 2020 14:31:24 GMT -8
Skylar looked at him, face twisted in confusion and head tilted. Unaware of his lack of speech he comes closer thinking it might just be the wind blocking it out for what ever reason, but when it clicks that there is in fact no sound coming out he'd hold up a hand to signal to stop and would say.
" Are you just moving your mouth as a fun trick on people? There is no sound coming out.. " he himself would then lean onto the wall, resting his weight and crossing his arms with an eyebrow raised.
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Post by insainitypanda on Apr 17, 2020 8:28:44 GMT -8
He paused and looked down placing a hand over his mouth. His cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment before looking back to you. He shook his head no to answer the question quickly before closing his eyes to focus. In a moment or so he opened his eyes again and spoke to your head.
"I'm sorry, I keep forgetting. Not quite used to this yet. I was trying to says it's ok I do this all the time."
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Post by abbeyabinch on Apr 25, 2020 18:34:41 GMT -8
Skylar a bit taken aback by the sudden voice in his head, instantly moves a hand while looking at him wide eyed.
" This is an odd feeling that's for sure, never had someone in my head more than my mother in my ear. But uh, good to know that you're fine. Should this be introduction time? I think so. Well, I am Skylar, I play violin back in the square. So what's your name? " Skylar would then himself hop up onto the wall, facing inwards toward the path rather than outside and looking down. Holding out one of his hands for a hand shake, which looks like his fingers have seen much better days.
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Post by insainitypanda on Apr 27, 2020 10:23:08 GMT -8
He looks to your hand and shakes it excited and without hesitation. Despite being young he acted younger. He seemed a bit sheltered not a scratch on him to be seen along with a very trusting nature to his person. Looking to you with kind eyes he smiles.
"I'm Joel. It's very nice to meet you. You say you play violin? Can I hear? I absolutely love music."
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Post by insainitypanda on May 26, 2020 16:52:30 GMT -8
Joel was rather bummed to see him go. He didn't meet new people very often and was hoping to at least make a friend. He soon made his way down from the bridge and headed home.
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