For No Reason At All [Leila]

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For No Reason At All [Leila]

Postby Calen on June 9th, 2013, 8:57 pm


    * CALEN *
    18th of Summer, 513 AV

    Slamming his door closed behind him, Calen grunted as he found himself exposed to the near blinding light of the midday sun. Turning his back on the sun and the small band of children that amused themselves by chasing each other up and down the road, Calen jammed his hand into his pocket, blindly fishing for his key. All around him, the city of Zeltiva seemed alive. In accordance with the predominantly residential area that he rented his apartment in, Calen found himself surrounded by the sights, sounds, smells and general energy of Zeltiva's life. As he made his way towards the main street of his city of origin, Calen whistled tunelessly, soaking in the livelihood. There were men going about their days work, gruff and determined. There were women watching their children at play, doting and motherly. It was an odd sort of place to live, but Calen wouldn't have it any other way.

    With a shout of 'Whoa!' Calen sidestepped a line of sprinting boys, all so intent on beating one another in their footrace, that they hadn't even considered that they might bowl over any pedestrians. For a moment, Calen was possessed by the urge to shout an insult or a complaint after them, but he was fairly certain that it wouldn't do him or them any good; he had been that age once, and he doubted they would be any better at heeding the words of their elders than he had been. Smiling ruefully as one of the boys fell flat onto his face, his forwards momentum carrying him so that he actually somersaulted, Calen turned his attention back to his tuneless whistling. As he turned onto West Street, making his way towards his destination, Calen tugged at his lute, which he wore slung across his back, as he so often did.

    Calen had always been a man of habit and he had long since fallen into the habit of traveling with his lute; it had practically become a part of him over the last season or so. Unfortunately, Calen's supposed symbiosis with his instrument had remained almost purely aesthetic; it was as obviously used and battered as his white shirt and simple brown pants. In fact, despite his frequent usage of the chordophone, Calen's skill in its usage could barely be considered anything but amateurish; he was oddly familiar with the sound that individual notes made, however. All in all, Calen and his lute, while rather shabby in appearance, had a very odd relationship, much like Calen and a majority of the things he regularly interacted with.

    Finally, Calen came to a stop, his lute held loftily in his hands as he stared upon 'The Laviku Monument'. Despite having heard about and having passed the monument rather frequently, Calen had never truly stopped to appreciate it, as he had today. It was a very nice monument. Coughing to clear his throat slightly, Calen lightly plucked at one of the strings on his lute, nodding as the lute emitted a slight noise. And so, standing only a few meters from the Laviku monument, plucking idly and randomly on the strings of his lute, Calen prepared to sing.

    "Hmm. Hmm Hmmm" Calen hummed softly.

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For No Reason At All [Leila]

Postby Leila on June 9th, 2013, 10:24 pm

Leila was just returning from a delivery to the Equinox, the local tattoo parlor. She had delivered them herbs for a special paste they used. She'd been doing this for some time now, and was hoping to learn of the recipe the exact process and recipe they used, but they guarded it closely. But she would learn of it one day, or make something better. She still had a good amount of time left to get back to her shop, and decided to take a more lazy, scenic route. She was walking along, humming an old song that she couldn't remember the words to, her footsteps tapping lightly along.

She continued along West Street, wondering what she would do with the rest of her day. Then she came upon the Laviku Monument. It was a beautiful statue, and Leila realized that she'd never had time to just sit down and enjoy the view. Leila knew next to nothing of Laviku, aside from the fact that he was the god of the seas. She didn't know what he taught, didn't know what his followers believed, none of it. She always wanted to learn about him, but often found excuses of being too busy to bother. At least she could take the time now to appreciate the work of art. She found a place to sit that had a good view of it, an unoccupied bench.

She set her backpack next to her, and pulled out her journal and a piece of charcoal from her kit. She decided to start with the pedestal first, the straight lines easier for Leila. She slowly dragged the charcoal along, doing her best to keep a horizontal line straight. While improving, it still had several wobbles in it. She did all the horizontal lines first, trying to get the spacing just right. She was about to start on the vertical lines, when she heard a small tune lift up through the air, a humming coming along with it. She looked up, trying to find the source, and saw a man there with an instrument whose name was eluding her. Was it a banjo?

The man playing it was young, and was kind of cute. Not the type she normally found herself attracted to, but still cute. But she had a bad run with a musician last season, and anytime she met one she could hear her mother's voice. Leila returned to her work, a slight blush upon her face, occasionally sneaking glances up at the man. Maybe it was just because her mother was against it, but Leila kept half her attention on it, and her vertical lines were suffering for it.
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For No Reason At All [Leila]

Postby Calen on June 11th, 2013, 2:55 pm


    * CALEN *

    As he prepared for his little performance, Calen turned his attention to the people surrounding him. There appeared to be quite a few people sitting about the monument, some were writing others were drawing, but one of them managed to catch Calen's eye. Though he was fairly certain it was just his imagination, Calen could've sworn that the young lady had been looking at him and, truth be told, he was rather nervous about that. After his lengthy conversation with Tallis, Calen had chosen to change his approach to life. So far, he had yet to regret that decision; there was something freeing in trying to be a different man than you were. Unfortunately, now, Calen had no idea how to respond to the prospect that an attractive young lady might've been eying him.

    "Well, I've decided to do everything in a different if not opposite manner, so, lets just get to practicing instead of approaching her, as we would've before" Nodding as he came to that mental resolution Calen made a conscious effort to NOT pay any mind to those around him.

    Coming to the conclusion that he wasn't about to be anymore prepared in a minute than he was at the moment, Calen dragged his fingers along each of the strings, attempting blindly to follow along with the shift in pitch. For the first two or so notes, it was possible, though his control over both his lute and his own vocals was tenuous at best, Calen found himself capable of letting out a simple sound that seemed to be some sort of cross between a sigh and a moan; he resisted the urge to laugh. Unfortunately, as Calen made his way onto the third note and beyond, he found his vocals clearly out of tone with his instrument; it appeared that, for the moment, he had reached his limit. Smiling ruefully, Calen stopped himself from going any further, feeling a bit too bitter at his own lack of prowess.

    "Well, I've always known this was going to be difficult" he muttered to himself, once more idly plucking at the strings. There was something oddly frustrating in knowing that even if you were improving, and he wasn't certain that he was, that you weren't improving at your rate of choice. Calen had never expected to become a musician after a season or even two, but still, the realization that he still had so far to go stung his pride a fair bit. Looking up from his instrument, expression softening a fair bit as he did so, Calen allowed his gaze to linger on the girl who was drawing nearby.

    She really was kind of cute.


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