Post by Reg Mist Darkwood on Mar 21, 2012 18:42:44 GMT -5
Regan woke up early, a shaft of golden light broke through the curtains and shined down on his pale face. He looked around, all of his other siblings where asleep, even Jamie. Regan crept out of his bed and grabbed his things to go to the bathroom. While he was in there, he took out some regular jeans and his camp T-shirt and put them on. In the early light, his hair looked brown which was complemented by his eyes and his eyes where complemented by the orange shirt. The whole ensemble was pretty great. He decided his hair was to neat so he messed it up with his fingers. He looked brilliantly casual.
Regan brushed his teeth and stared into the mirror for a second. He needed to shave. Disregarding it, he walked out of the bathroom and laid his things on his bed before Nealon down under the bunk he shared with Jamie, looking under it for . . . There it was! Reg grabbed his guitar and pulled it out ever so quietly. It was in the case, so all he needed to do is take it outside. In a couple soundless seconds, Regan was out of the cabin.
He set himself up on the steps of the big house. He gingerly took the guitar out of it's case and set it on the ground. Out of habit, he opened the case and put it in front of him as if for donations. In fact, there was the 'Donations Welcome!' sign still taped to it from when Jamie and him would take turns playing while they where on the run, making money from the guitar and the guitar alone. He took a deep breath, the cool air filling his lounges and ruffling his hair and he began to play.
He played a song of happiness, a sort of soothing air placed in ever note. It wasn't a real song, he just let his fingers play with the strings. The melody rung in the air and hung there before moving to the next note. He stopped for a minute to close his case and then started playing again. A few people stopped to listen and an Aphrodite girl eyed him flirtatiously. Regan had gotten that a lot over all of his life, and he didn't care. He didn't care for his natural charms really. To him it was more about the personality.
But one person in the small crowed caught his eye. A pretty blonde girl with mist grey eyes, not doubt an Athena. She had a graceful air about her that made Regan interested. He racked his brains to remember her name, still playing the guitar. Julie . . . No, something prettier, unique . . . er. Hmm . . . Thinking harder Regan remembered: Juliyette. They had a class together, the minors and Athena, so he knew her from there. And now that he thought about it, she was an interesting person. That was based off of her actions in class, of course, so who knows?
Regan stopped playing. The song was over. He got up, letting his guitar hang at his side. The crowed started to disperse as Regan walked over, a bright smile on his face. He stood right in front of Juliyette and bent down. He took her hand and kissed it, saying ''Juliyette, daughter of Athena.'' and he got back up, a lopsided grin on his face. The poor girl probably didn't know how to react! But then again, Regan probably thought he was just doing the norm.
And of course, it was the norm, for him anyway.
Notes::Regan is adorable! Only he would do that, lol.
Words::596
Tags::Juliyette/Heather
Regan brushed his teeth and stared into the mirror for a second. He needed to shave. Disregarding it, he walked out of the bathroom and laid his things on his bed before Nealon down under the bunk he shared with Jamie, looking under it for . . . There it was! Reg grabbed his guitar and pulled it out ever so quietly. It was in the case, so all he needed to do is take it outside. In a couple soundless seconds, Regan was out of the cabin.
He set himself up on the steps of the big house. He gingerly took the guitar out of it's case and set it on the ground. Out of habit, he opened the case and put it in front of him as if for donations. In fact, there was the 'Donations Welcome!' sign still taped to it from when Jamie and him would take turns playing while they where on the run, making money from the guitar and the guitar alone. He took a deep breath, the cool air filling his lounges and ruffling his hair and he began to play.
He played a song of happiness, a sort of soothing air placed in ever note. It wasn't a real song, he just let his fingers play with the strings. The melody rung in the air and hung there before moving to the next note. He stopped for a minute to close his case and then started playing again. A few people stopped to listen and an Aphrodite girl eyed him flirtatiously. Regan had gotten that a lot over all of his life, and he didn't care. He didn't care for his natural charms really. To him it was more about the personality.
But one person in the small crowed caught his eye. A pretty blonde girl with mist grey eyes, not doubt an Athena. She had a graceful air about her that made Regan interested. He racked his brains to remember her name, still playing the guitar. Julie . . . No, something prettier, unique . . . er. Hmm . . . Thinking harder Regan remembered: Juliyette. They had a class together, the minors and Athena, so he knew her from there. And now that he thought about it, she was an interesting person. That was based off of her actions in class, of course, so who knows?
Regan stopped playing. The song was over. He got up, letting his guitar hang at his side. The crowed started to disperse as Regan walked over, a bright smile on his face. He stood right in front of Juliyette and bent down. He took her hand and kissed it, saying ''Juliyette, daughter of Athena.'' and he got back up, a lopsided grin on his face. The poor girl probably didn't know how to react! But then again, Regan probably thought he was just doing the norm.
And of course, it was the norm, for him anyway.
Notes::Regan is adorable! Only he would do that, lol.
Words::596
Tags::Juliyette/Heather
