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After Alex straightened up his flat a bit- just in case he had a visitor over the weekend, he paid a trip to the fridge again and, much to his dismay, found it completely empty save for a few bottles of beer and a dwindling pack of water bottles. No food. He checked the cupboards and found some saltines and a jar of peanut butter. It concerned him how quickly food things vanished in his flat when he was the only one living in it.

Or, as he recalled, there was going to be an open mic night tonight at the diner. There was much to earn in way of tips there, but it was great for publicity. And the food was great. He knew one of the waitresses and a little flirting always got him a discount. He grabbed Iskra since she was already out, put her in the case, and left.

He was already chowing down on a burger and some fries in a booth by himself, save for Iskra who sat in the booth beside him. It was also one of the few diners in the area that had a smoking section, which was opposite the non-smoking section, but still gave him a decent view of the stage. He signed himself up, but he was a little later in line, so he had plenty of time to hang out.

He was polishing off his fries when a guy about his age took the stage with nothing but a mic and some background music. He never saw him take the stage before, but when he heard the first line the guy dropped, Alex was pleasantly surprised. He had style, he had talent and substance, but the feeling he was putting out was so strong and so, well, relatable it was off-putting for some members of the audience.

Personally, Alex was fascinated. His English wasn't so great that he picked up every lyric, but he got the idea. He had sat through enough first-timers with their awkward karaoke covers or lovesick or heartbroken original indie songs to make himself sick, but this guy mixed it up. The game changed now. Belatedly, he realized the guy was walking off the stage and he was supposed to be applauding. His eyes followed him to a table in the corner and put his head in his hands. Damn. Maybe he should say something. He was hardly a veteran, but he knew exactly what the guy was going through.

He slid out of his booth, confident that no one would steal Iskra in the few minutes he left her alone, and crossed the diner to the guy. He put his hand on the back of one of the empty chairs at the table.

"Hey," He said to get his attention, "First time, right?" His accent coated his words, but he knew English well enough to be understood when speaking. "You did a great job. Very impressive."

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I fucking love Planetary (GO!), Froze. That whole album is MCR gold.

Anyway, I'll have my next post up soon.

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Heheh. Yup.

Took forever to find a Russian lullaby that wasn't creepy as hell, though.

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The blinds were drawn on every window in the little studio apartment, but the light from outside still managed to sneak in a glow around the edges that wasn't enough to stir Aleskey from snoring off a drunk in his bed. As the day passed, what ended up waking him up was the shrill cry of the baby next door. The sound easily penetrated the wall and his warped his dream. His brow furrowed. He frowned. Seconds later, he shot up with a stricken look on his face and his eyes wide with panic. A beat later and the headache kicked in with the same amount of pain if he had his head beaten with a sledgehammer rather than a shot too many at the party last night.

He groaned and buried his face in his hands. He didn't know which he preferred; The nightmare or the hangover. A colorful Russian curse left him. He was never having kids. Ever.

Slowly, he rose from his bed and stumbled to the bathroom, removing his clothes as he went. Moments later, he emerged, at least physically recovered after last night's romp with a towel around his waist. He navigated easily around his cluttered apartment in the relative darkness. He didn't own much and what furniture was in the apartment when he first moved in he got used to having. The clutter came from clothes and an empty bottle here or forgotten pack of cigarettes there. He went to the drawer and pulled out a few fresh clothes and put them on, habitually rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. He didn't expect May in America to be so... hot. And it was only going to get worse, his friends told him. He couldn't fathom it getting any hotter than it already was.

The baby next door was still crying. He could hear the faint murmur of the baby's father trying to shush it to sleep as he went over to the kitchenette corner of his flat. Nothing seemed to be working. If anything, the poor bastard wailed harder and harder, making the pounding in his own skull go harder and harder. It was just one of those days. He snagged a bottle of water from the fridge and chugged it as he navigated his way to his bed again. He reached under the bed and pulled out Iskra's case. It came open with a few snaps of the latches and he threw her strap over his head.

He settled down on the bed with his back to the wall and the guitar in his lap and the water bottle within arm's reach on the mattress. He quickly tested the strings for intonation. That sound alone reached the ears of the baby and quieted it down somewhat. He searched his fogged memory for a moment and let his fingers pluck out the beginnings of a lullaby his mother used to sing to him. Soon, he joined his voice with the guitar. His throat was a little dry and unsteady from disuse, but it did the trick. By the time he was finished, the baby had gone silent.

"Finally," He sighed in his native tongue and let his head rest against the wall.

"Thanks again," The weary father from the other side of the wall.

There was a delay in his response as he translated it to English, but it was slurred and raspy anyway. "My pleasure."

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Okay, so, we're making a post of our characters as they are one Saturday morning. Then we're gonna fast forward them to the evening where they'll see Damien sing at the diner, right?

I think Alex will perform there, too.

And yeah. Feels.

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Looking at these guys, I could see them being a band similar to Queen. It's got a balance of rock and pop while not being too much of either.

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Yes. Yes they are. I'm still on the search for a photo reference for him, though. Might have to make some exceptions 'cause his hair is weird.

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Alex

Name: Aleksey Kravchuk, goes by Alex
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Appearance: Aleskey is tall, 6’3”, and broad-shouldered, but he has an otherwise average build from past years of boxing. He has a medium, sunkissed complexion, but distinctly Russian facial features. If people don’t peg him for being Russian at first hearing his accent, they tend to think he’s some kind of Eastern European. His eyes are a light brown, like two polished pennies, and his hair is dark and shaggy, but he has a natural white Mallen streak on his hairline. Sometimes he’ll have fun and dye it different colors, but for the most part, it remains white.

He has his eyebrow and his nose pierced, both with studs, and small gauges in his ear lobes. He has the beginnings of a sleeve of tattoos that starts on his shoulder and ends just above his elbow. It isn’t usually seen when he has a shirt on. His wardrobe hasn’t changed much, so it’s mostly old band t-shirts with Russian text or long-sleeved polos and jeans. All of the shirts are mostly dark colors; Red and blues.



Personality: Aleskey is, above all else, a nonconformist. He likes to swim against the current and take chances, even if the odds may not be in his favor. It’s natural for him to do things his own way and if people are willing to join him on his adventures; The more the merrier. He’s a social creature which is why his English improved so quickly in his short time in America. He makes friends in unlikely because he’s so open-minded and enthusiastic about Americans.

However, he still has a lot of pride in his country and doesn’t take any shit from anybody who disses him for being Russian or Russia in general. He has a low tolerance for ignorance, but he’s not quick to anger or violence unless he’s drunk. More often, he’ll walk away from an aggressor with a few harsh words than fight over it. His sense of humor can be a little mocking, but he means well by it.

Biography: Aleskey was born and raised in the deep, dark depths of mother Russia’s bosom and he’s always dreamed of getting out. At school, he was always a bit of pragmatist and tended to think outside of the box. Some of his teachers appreciated this quality, but many did not and he was soon forced to behave. He was an average student. Not exceptional. Not barely passing. Just middle of the range, nondescript, and extremely uninspired.

He needed an outlet, but in his family, it was always about doing what was best for the community and society and the family business and blah, blah, blah. He wanted to do something for himself. So, at eleven years old, he used his allowance money to buy himself a guitar. He taught himself, got good enough to play some gigs and invited to parties, but when it started taking pretense over the family business, his parents told him to stop. They were getting old and preparing to hand him, the oldest of three, the reigns of the bar his family owned.

He was almost eighteen when he packed a bag and bought a ticket to America, the land of opportunity. All he had was a guitar, a duffle bag full of clothes, and a pocket full of rubles. He English was already pretty decent, so now, a few months in, he’s getting by playing solo, but he’s still soul-searching. And dying for a drink and gasping for a real cigarette. Not this weak American bullshit.

Style: Definitely an alternative, maybe even a little bit of a punk rocker.

Instrument(s): His baby, Valentina. A black Gibson kept in good condition for several years. He’s got a dozen stickers on the case it comes in, but not the guitar itself. He recently bought an acoustic as well. He calls it Iskra.

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Hah! I can kind of see that happen. That would be kinda cool.