Parker

Savant Blood

I'm still here :(

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Elias nodded before sauntering to the washroom. If Sebastian wasn't watching, there was no need to put effort into cleaning this spill. He pushed open the door, immediately greeted by the sound of a presumably drunk man already emptying his stomach into the toilet. "Classy" he thought, as he ripped some paper towel off the dispenser and left the puking man alone in the washroom. He made his way back to his table with his head down, dropped the paper towel on the ground and rubbed up the spill with the sole of his shoe. It was only when he knelt down to pick it up that he noticed the woman who had taken his table.

"I should probably start setting up up back anyway." he thought, choosing to not make a big deal out of the situation. He kicked the balled up paper towel under the table and quickly patted his pocket as he walked away. He heard the jingle of his keys as they slapped his phone, but his wallet was missing. "Must've left it at the table." he thought. Elias silent cursed himself as he made his way back to the table, bracing himself for what was likely to be an awkward social interaction with a woman he had just kicked a dirty ball of paper towel at. Ducking in and out, he leaned over the table to grab his wallet letting out a quick "Hey how ya doin?" and a grin as he sped away, hoping to avoid any insults or compaints that might get back to Sebastian. "Why is she alone anyway? Waiting for a date?". Then the thought passed his mind that she might just be a fan, and he quickly reconsidered going back and saying hi.

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Yeah, I don't know where everyone went. :/

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Elias nodded quickly. This man scared the shit out of him. "Of course I'm sure they'll be here soon. I thought they might already be getting ready at the back actually. Let me fire off a few texts." He said, shifting his gaze from the man's to the bright screen of his phone. He instantly felt calmer as he typed a message to his friends and bandmates. He felt bad for the waitress. She would probably be fired before the end of the night. Sebastian didn't seem like the type to calm down when his staff spilled a drink on him, he decided to take advantage of her lingering though.

He stumbled up, his body still shaken by his interaction with Sebastian. "I can help you clean up if you'd like. Want the place looking the best it can for the show tonight." he said, smiling but still avoiding any kind of eye contact with the owner. He held out his hand, indicating to the waitress that he could take the empty glasses. "Hey, maybe this means a free drink, eh?" he said laughing, trying to draw some of the tension out of the air. Free drinks were usually standard to the band playing anyway. His eyes caught Sebastian's again, they had a red tinge to them. This helped Elias relax even more. "This guy just blazed up too." he thought, smiling to himself. This night seemed like it'd be a lot of fun already.

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Endrance sorry to bug you but would you or someone else be able to interact with my character to jack up the pace a little bit.

Also WTF unicorns.

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Elias walked briskly off the metro. He held his guitar case and amp in either hand but the weight of them no longer bothered him as he walked to gigs. He had become his own roady and he was pretty proud of the minuscule benefits that this exercise had provided. He hadn't brought a mic with him, assuming Bar None would have one. Most bars did for their "karaoke nights" and if this one didn't he'd just have to strain his voice a bit. Not a big deal in the long run, but he wasn't feeling good to begin with. He had picked up some cough drops on the way out of SaveGreen just in case. As he topped the stairs of the station he dipped into a nearby alley, setting his amp down and guitar against the wall. He pulled out his phone, quickly checked the address and then slid his glass piece out of of his case.

"Fuck." he mouthed as he discovered the sizable crack in the bowl. Had probably happened on the train on the way there. He shrugged and started packing it anyway. He needed a way to get a little edge off before the show and alcohol had never entirely done the trick. He took a few quick hits and immediately started coughing uncontrollably. "I probably should've considered my cold before smoking this. he thought, as he gripped the pipe tightly in his fist and popped one of the losanges into his mouth. Lemon flavor. He looked down at the pipe, surprised at how well it had worked even with the crack. It was fine though, looked brand new minus the ash left in the bowl. Elias shook his head and stuffed it back away in his case, silently praying that what he had bought hadn't been spiked. He breathed in deep and picked the case and amp back up, turning out of the alleyway and pushing his way into the bar. The place was already surprisingly full and he couldn't find his bandmates anywhere. They might already be in the back, but that'd mean he'd have to find the owner or manager. He looked confusingly around. Maybe they just hadn't shown up yet. He was decidedly earlier than he usually was. He set his case and amp down near the front and sat down at a booth nearby. His teeth cracked down and swallowed the cough drop before he immediately popped another back into his mouth.

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Writing a post getting to the bar now.

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After you've used you're powers enough (when I decide) and either Fisk or I will decide a suitable level up.

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I've sent you your powers, Batman.

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The codes for the produce ran quickly through his head as he absentmindedly dropped the groceries onto the scale and just as quickly take them off and bag them. He had been working at SaveGreen for three years and a bit and it hadn't changed in all that time. All the codes were the same, the coworkers cycled out as quickly as they came but there was never anyone interesting hired and never anything interesting that happened. In that time, he had cycled through four different of his "projects". The first had been a standard garage punk band with a few of the buddies he had made at American University, but they quickly moved on when their schooling became progressively harder and he became progressively more distanced from the institution. From there came a solo breakbeat project that never took off, a never-did-anything-but-jam post-rock band he stumbled into. Now, Generic Burger was his pride and joy. It had been the longest-running one, and by far the most successful as well. There were people who legitimately called themselves "fans" of the band, something that was very much foreign to Elias.

As he cashed out the customer, a mid-40's housewife with a cheery smile, his foot tapped the beat to a song they had just finished writing and would be debuting tonight at some local bar. He had played most of the pubs in this city but this place had always struck him as a little too stuck-up or high class for a band like his. He'd take whatever gig he could get though, and playing at a spot like this could only boost Generic Burger's street cred.

"That'll be $47.21, ma'am" he spat out. The most superficial, sincere smile hung on his face and the housewife paid him the same insincere courtesy as she smiled and handed him her credit card. He handed her machine and again started tapping the beat to their new song, now also humming the melody to it. He had been caught doing this before, but he had been there too long for him to be fired. He had seniority over all of the supervisors and it'd be too costly for them to hire any new replacements and train them.

The woman handed him back the machine and he instinctively ripped the receipt that spat out of it and handed it to her without looking.

"Have a nice day." he said, this time genuine. She had been his last customer of the day and as she picked up her bags to leave, he clicked off his lane's light and started a brisk walk to the back of the store to change out of his uniform and get his stuff. He was meeting the rest of Generic Burger at the bar before the gig to practice quickly and do a soundtest. He checked his e-mail on his smartphone as he passed the chips.

"Bar None" he thought as he read the confirmation e-mail from their manager, his mom. "At least it's clever."