Zashes

There Are No Heroes [Revamp]

Though he hadn't had any real expectations for it, the song that the band was playing was quite unexpected; the music was almost uncharacteristically innocuous—a repeated beat, backed by steadily rising instrumentation. To Moe's disappointment the theremin didn't seem to be involved quite yet, but hey, he was here to listen to music, and that's what he was going to do. Last night, he'd stayed up later than he'd liked to have, doing just that (the consequences of which he was still seeing even now), but the pressure of the next day's work had precluded any chance of him actually relaxing. Now, Moe could finally sit back for a while; after all, the day was coming slowly to a close with the evening, and, at least for the time being, he didn't have anywhere to really be.

Many of the people around him, however, didn't consider the music to be such an opportunity; several had decided to completely ignore it, while others used it as something of a conversation piece. "This is a Wilco song. I saw them live a couple years ago. The instrumentation is just really weird. I think they’re holding off with the theremin until the bridge at the end of the song. Good thing, too." Moe overheard one of the plaid-shirts say to the other; while he personally disagreed with the judgment of the theremin, he nonetheless nodded slightly with the intention of indicating his understanding, though of course they wouldn't notice. Moe turned, taking a slow sip of his drink, as a nearby group got up from their table and walked back towards the door, perhaps in protest of the music; looking back, he saw the two plaid-shirts eyeing the abandoned table eagerly.

“You look like you need to relax. Get yourself a beer and meet us over there." The unexpected remark came from the one whom Moe had overheard. He seemed friendly enough, if not slightly drunk, but Moe couldn't spend much more time here, he had, what? Another quick phone check, aaaand... ten minutes. When would that be—the end of the song? He probably shouldn't get involved in that sort of business now.

"Oh, I'm actually at work, or on my break, and I can't really..." Moe's excuse trailed off as Plaid-Shirt #1 walked off to claim his new table, some feet away from where he'd been sitting at the bar, with Plaid-Shirt #2 following behind him. He scanned the room apprehensively: there was the guy from outside, typing something on his phone and then looking up, startled at the girl in black, who pulled up a chair beside the Plaid-Shirts and was ordering a drink. The Guy-from-Outside reacted astonishedly; while Moe himself was somewhat bewildered, personally he wasn't as taken aback—after all, why should he be?

"How about that fucking radio-thing, huh? You guys ever heard shit like that before?" she said, an air of confidence around her. Moe glanced towards her, noting her apparent youth—she was maybe college age, or so, probably not old enough to drink. The Guy-from-Outside had focused back on his phone briefly, apparently anxious about whatever he was looking at; he put the device away, and refocused his attention back on the Girl-in-Black to respond to her question. Slightly sympathetic to the man's apparent plight, Moe shuffled forwards, toying with the idea of participating in the conversation.

Well, I might as well have some sort of distraction. "...Neither have I," he interjected reluctantly, nodding slightly at the Guy-from-Outside. "I heard the theremin from outside; I'm on my break, and was interested in hearing the band play, so I guess that's why I'm here now." His voice was oddly raised, a slight touch of defensiveness present, as though he were trying to announce the circumstances behind his presence there; as he finished his sentence, he glanced around at those around him, anticipating their responses. Moe sipped again from his drink, this time with distinct sense of caution, hoping that he wouldn't be drawn too far into the discussion.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Promising but uninspired.

There Are No Heroes [Revamp]

Probably going to have a post up tomorrow.

And apparently 'tomorrow' means 4+ days. I will have a post up tomorrow, definitely. Sorry for the delay.

There Are No Heroes [Revamp]

I've been having some computer issues lately, but I'll probably have a post up soon.

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There Are No Heroes [Revamp]

Taking an anticipatory glance around the room, Moe still seemed to be searching for some sort of distraction; he felt that he was rushed for time, as the band on stage was still setting up and doing their sound check. He watched them with a feeling of restlessness— "Amish Tech Support," Moe repeated, pointlessly attempting to discern something further. What was their theme? Their gimmick? Quite a few other people in the bar also seemed to be confused by them, though none of them seemed to possess the same amount of actual interest that Moe had towards them.

...well, overall, they seemed to be very... avant-garde, in both music and instrumentation alike, but still, he didn't consider them to be too out of place in the setting; granted, they were very strange, but the band seemed to complement the sort of vigorous energy that permeated the area. Had Moe not been more interested in them, or be more interested in something else (after all, they were pretty much the entire reason why he had decided to come here in the first place, given his initial doubts), perhaps they would lose their distinctness and blend back in with the rest of the background noise.

His attention drifted back to those few people he had singled out from among the crowd. Moe din't really know why he noticed them in particular; maybe they just didn't fit in with the energy of the rest of the place. After all, otherwise they didn't seem to be that notable—the girl in black hadn't even been talking to anyone else. She seemed to be keeping mostly to herself, sipping from a curiously green drink, though she too was looking at the group sitting at the bar, the two men chatting. One of them seemed regular enough, though the other seemed a bit bothered by something. And... ah, yes, there was Moe's old friend from outside, the man he had spotted walking in prior to Moe's own arrival. Now he was sitting at the bar, glancing at his phone and subsequently downing his beer, apparently disgruntled by whatever he had just seen. Mentally extending his sympathy towards the man for... whatever it was that was bothering him, Moe then turned his own attention back to his own personal space.

Another quick check of his phone—thirteen minutes—(the simple action was by now almost a compulsion) and then he was once again free to settle down. For a few seconds Moe stared at the ground, lost in nonexistent thought, and then slowly turned his head up to face the bar. Well, he might as well get something while he was here, if not alcohol. As he began his cautious trek towards the bar, he was faintly aware of the wail of the theremin, accompanied by, what, some sort of obscure percussion instrument? Whatever it was, it fell away, dissipating into the blanket of lively chatter that filled the rest of the room.

Taking a seat at the bar, a seat away from the man he had seen walk into the bar, Moe mumbled some request for sparkling water to the bartender, who looked at him for a moment somewhat judgmentally, and then handed over the appropriate amount of money. At his work, he was supposed to carry his own money for transactions and making change, and he would probably lose some of his own money in the whole scheme of things, but what was the harm in that?

The slight acidity of the soda water served to relax him slightly, leaving in its wake a cleaner feeling in his mouth, but still, Moe felt awkward and self-conscious sitting up here—people were probably judging him, all bundled up nicely, clad in his pristine white uniform. At least the guy in the checkered shirt appeared to be fairly casual, despite his whole outfit. What could Moe do? Roll up his sleeves? Unbutton his top button? Would it be socially acceptable to light up a cigarette in here? Admittedly, Moe didn't know the place and its regulars well enough to discern that sort of thing, so maybe it was best not to do anything for now.

A small sigh escaped his mouth as Moe attempted to relax further, having taken another sip of his drink. He turned his attention once more to the band, who seemed to be nearly ready to perform. Taking one more curious look around, outside, at those he had noticed before, and then back at his phone (still around twelve minutes, just like it was last time) Moe finally settled his attention back on the band.

There Are No Heroes [Revamp]

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There Are No Heroes [Revamp]

I'll have a post up tomorrow/later today.

There Are No Heroes [Revamp]

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If you make any large, notable changes to your character just let me know. Since we've not established everyone's characters as concrete quite yet, there's a bit of room for these sort of adjustments for the moment.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

I changed a few things on Appearance and Psych profile, and also expanded the background; I didn't make any major changes.