The Yellow Rose A NEW DAY HAS STARTED, ALL YOUR CHRACTERS ARE FREE! - In Character

[J.T.B.]

Shawn had given up giving the cop a chance. "If he wants to me that bad, he will have to catch me." Shawn screamed in his head. As he then got up with all the napkins that had his blood stained all over. He had a slight limp, but shook it off. He was pretty much cleaned, the only thing that looked odd was his noes was slightly off. He rose his hand and played with it. "Ahhh." Shawn groaned as he snapped it into possition. He passed the trash can, and as he did so tossing the piles of napkins that were in his hand down it. He then made his way to the Piano, one of his greater joys in life. He sat down, and quickly began to play it. It filled the room with the music worthy of Bach. Shawn's fingers ran up and down the Piano as he played. Enojoying each and every moment, his head was down and eyes shut. He was escaping into a world only he could. Most of the costomers who first gave unfriendly stares, were now enjoying the beautiful masterpiece. Shawn wasn't so much into his zone that he heard someone enter the cafe'. These were instincts he devolped on the streats, he used a glass of water a few table away. And looked in it, he saw the girl's reflection. She was...unique...that was for sure. Shawn then turned back to his Piano playing. As he escaped into his world again.

[Skarlet]

Erikah glanced over to the injured guy, there was something she liked about him, lately he wasn't the type of person she'd go for, but when she was interested in guys, ths one would be her type physically. She wanted to get to know him. The glance turned slowly into a dreamy stare, she instinctively grasped her coffee as the waitress dropped it off at her table. 'He's a musician." Erikah said aloud, she was sorely tempted to head back to the loft and retreive one of her Harps, she owned two, an accoustic, and a very expensive electric one. Maybe if she played with him he'd notice her. but first, she'd finish her drink, and enjoy hs music a little more.

[Wuu.]

Jonas walked in The Yellow Rose on his own, nonchalant way It's soo weird that this place can clear you up after having a few troubles with other schoolkids He thought, and smiled a bit. He took a seat and sat down taking a well deserved break. He was waiting for the waiter, or waiteress to take up his order, which was an ice tea completely filled with ice cubes. In the meantime he was waiting for them to come he nonchalantly put his fingers into eachother and started twirling his two index fingers around eachother.

[J.T.B.]

Shawn was playing away, he was escaping into a zone that he would often go to while he played. But he then got a feeling that everyone gets when someone is watching them. Shawn's eyes opened, but tried to remain like he didn't notice it. He feared the cop was gonna try and grab him while he had his back turned. He continued playing his Piano, as he saw a waitor walk by with water glasses. He looked into the the glasses and saw what he didn't expect. That same girl's reflextion he spotted earlier, giving him a weird stare. Shawn was a little uncomfortable with the stare, so he went back to playing. He closed his eyes, trying once again to escape, but how could he? This weird person who he had never met before was staring at him. The result of this, was that Shawn wasn't able to go to his zone. Which he wasn't able to concentrate on his playing, resulting in the goofing up in certin spots. "Beep it." Shawn thought each time he made a mistake. Shawn wanted to turn around and say stop starring, but that would just cause a sceen. He got lucky with the cop once, whoes to say he wouldn't notcie that?

[Skarlet]

Noticing the change in the sound of the boy's playing, and some telltale sign of nervousness, Erikah looked away, hoping she hadn't thrown him off too much. She wasn't giving up, just taking a break so she idn't freak anyone out too much. She contemplated heading back to the loft, but instead took a sip of her coffee, it was good, extra caramel good. the look on her face was one of embarasment, she knew she'd been noticed, but not in the way she wanted to be by this guy, she wanted him to come over and talk to her, not think she was a freak. Erikah tried to turn her attention elsewhere, to check out the waitresses, or examin the walls, but while this would work for periods of seconds, the girl couldn't keep her mind off this fascinating boy. She wanted to talk to him. She tried her best not to stare, but she still found herself stealing glances at him.

[J.T.B.]

The feeling of two eyes starring was gone, he knew the messing up probably made her look away. Shawn grinned for a moment. But it went away farily quick. But he couldn't get her out of his head. He wasn't able to escape to his trance cause he was busy thinking. He didn't mess up to much, but the flair was gone in the music. Shawn was to busy thinking about this girl who was still giving occasional glances. Shawn even felt a little sick in his stomach, he was absoulutely clueless what he should do next. But he didn't want to let his gaurd down to much, he had experienced a lot in his life. He had even heard of one of his best buds being killed by a girl who he let get to close. So Shawn was very aware, but not certin of what would happen next.

[Skarlet]

Erikah was crestfallen. she didn't bother to finish her partially drunk cappucino, instead she departed the cafe, pushing her way through the people, an almost teary look on her face. She ran through the crowds, dodging, ducking, and weaving through them, back to the loft, to her harp. Erikah arived at the starecase, she ran part way up it briskly, before tripping and falling quite painfully on the metal stair. Erikah scrambled to her feet and caught herself on the rail before she tumbled down the stairs. She finished her acent with a quicker then average walk. Throwing open the door to her huge loft, Erikah scanned it, passing by posters and all sorts of things, she was searching for her harp, a large impractical one. It was the the stereotypical mounted mounted modle, Normally impossible to transport, but, Erikah's was accompanied by a type of cart for mobility, not that, at this stage Erikah planned to use it. She sat at the electric modle, they were side by side. As soon as she flicked the switch it's strings glowed in all different colors, curtacy of fibre-optics, and she began to play, the sound system here was was impressive, and the only place in the mall people wouldn't be able to hear her was the record store, and possibly the Yellow Rose.

[Pegasasu]

Valarie smiled. "Yeah, I guess. I'm a writer, actually. One book published. So far." Valarie said, grinning now. "So you're a critic. What's it like?" Valarie said, leaning her chair backwards, then letting it fall forwards into its regular position. She saw his hand fly to his hat, and wondered why he was wearing it. The sun wouldn't get in his eyes, right...? Ah, whatever, Valarie thought, You've finally got a friend. A real friend, somebody who doesn't like you for your money and your book, but as you.

[Compass]

Cyrus's mouth upturned into stunning smile, the biggest he had smiled in ages. "A writer! Congradulations!" He paused. "A critic's life is hard. Newspapers want you to give bad reviews, insulting the author's race, beilef and...romantical orientation. I don't do that, but they take them because they're comeing from someone as young as I. Let's see...Valerie Stone...your book. I had to read it twice to get myself to completely understand the plot. It was stunning. Your writing style was elegant, but a bit more simile and metaphor could be used. Sorry, that's just my critic side coming though." He paused. "I feel sorry for talking to you. I've been hiding behind this hand and hat for as long as I can remember, and I want you to see what's behind it. While I know you...you won't stay after you see it, I hope you'll consider letting me read a rough draft of your next book." He sighed, leaning down and whipping a pensil from his pocket. He wrote a phone number in elegant cursive on a napkin. "Please?" He lowered his head. Cyrus...you do realize what you're giving up, right? But, no. She has the right to know the truth... He took his arm of his eyes, the rest of the glass tinkling on the table, while removing the hat with his other hand. A flash of pale white skin, and he lowered his arms, revealing his blood-red eyes and white hair.

"Now do you see why I hide?"

 

OoC: Super long post is long...

[Pegasasu]

Valarie smiled. "Yeah, the book is pretty complicated. It's no really written from anybody's point of view, it is difficult to read." She blushed at the compliments Cyrus was giving her- she wasn't really used to it. "Why would you feel sorry for talking to me? You're one of my few friends I have. I know I would stay after, it doesn't matter whatever you're hiding." Valarie smiled. "Of course you can read the rough draft of my next bok, you'll be the first person I would like to read it." She looked at the napkin, then ripped a part of it off, that didn't have his phone number on it, and wrote her phone number in purple ink, and gave the portion of the napkin to Cyrus. She looked up, and saw his white skin, and his red eyes. She didn't say anything for a few minutes, until she couldn't bear it anymore. "You're an albino."

[Compass]

"Yes, I'm an albino. Brilliant deduction, Holmes. of course, they never said that in the first few books, which I found the best. The events leading up to Moriority's first scheme where astoundingly good foreshadowing...". He stopped short, realizing that he had begun to tell her more then she needed to know. The conversation around them began to grow and swell, most of it peppered with words like: "crazy kid!" and "Ugly boy." Cyrus sat down heavily, his rather well-kept white hair lifting up, then falling down. He stared into her eyes with his red ones, red ones that, if you looked, you could see some exotic beauty in them. "Anytime now. You're thinking about leaving. Soon, you'll get up, stutter a bit about how sorry you are, and leave, like everybody else."

[Compass]

bump?

[Pegasasu]

Valarie tried not to notice the conversation in the background. She tried to block them out, to only listen to Cyrus, but there was too much chatter, it was almost impossible to block out the voices. She gazed into his dark red eyes. It was strange, almost, finding a different kind of beauty. Valarie wouldn't deny it- when she first saw his eyes, for a moment, she wanted to stand up and leave, but she couldn't. "Cyrus, I won't leave." Valarie said. "How can I prove it to you that I won't leave?"

[Compass]

WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY? THAT SHE'S NOT LEAVING?...How can that be? Cyrus continued to look at her. "Honestly?" He stopped, thinking for a moment. "Doesn't my...difference scare you? My eyes and my skin and my hair?" Looking at her, he realized that her skin was almost as pale as his. And it took this similarity beetween them to realize that he belived her. She wouldn't leave. Cyrus smiled. "Thank you so much, Valerie. But you don't need to prove anything. I belive you." He took a glance around, but the people continued to stare and talk. "Look. I'm sorry, but I don't think I ought to hang around here anymore. I need a new hat and sunglasses, to hide myself...This is akward, but will you come with?"

[Pegasasu]

Valarie smiled, glad he believed her. She followed his eyes, and realized that there were still people talking. "Yeah, you're right." She noticed a certain man laughing, looking in their direction. She glared at the man, and he stopped laughing quickly. "Sure, I'll go with you." Valarie stood up, grabbing her belongings. "So where do you want to go to find you a new hat and sunglasses?" She said, making sure she wasn't forgetting anything at the Yellow Rose. "I think I have everything..." She said, half to herself.

[Compass]

Cyrus looked sadly at the laughing man. "If only he knew what it was like." He dropped a rather high-valued bill on the table, and began. "I've learned it's wise to keep extras at my home. More then one time I've broken a pair of glasses and had to run blind with my hand over my eyes. Not what you would call pleasant." He hurried out of the Yellow Rose, and, as a test to see if she acaully meant she would stay with him, didn't look back to see if she was following him, giving her the chance to slip away.

[Skarlet]

Erikah had worked herself into teary state as she continued to pluck away at her harpstrings, filling the loft, and the street bellow with music. It was unlikely that a shopkeeper would complain, she'd been doing this almost every day since she moved in here a few months ago, it was her expression, her outlet for sorrow and dissapointment. The electric harp was her prefered tool, given that it was just so unique. She paused between songs to peer out the window seeing the rather pale man and the pretty girl who was with him in the Rose leave the store, before returning to playing. She couldn't help but wonder if the pianist back in the Yellow Rose would have appriciated the soulful sound of her harp, but it didn't matter, clearly she'd freaked him out.

[J.T.B.]

((OoC: Sorry, been real busy these past days. Got plenty of time today though.))

 

As Shawn continued along playing, he couldn't for the life of him get her out of his head. So he made a couple of mistakes here and there cause of it. When he decided he would just talk to her when the song finished. Well the time came, the song had finished as Shawn rose his head. Eyes open, trying to get the nerve to turn around and talk. He didn't know why he wanted to talk to her, normaly he tried to stay away from everyone. Maybe he sub-conciously wanted a friend who he could talk to. Instead of keeping everything bottled up inside. Or maybe more? These are some of the things that rushed through his head. There was a minute pause of no music flowing in the Yellow Rose. When Shawn looked slightly over his shoulder to see she was gone. Shawn turned back to the Piano and sighed. A sigh of relif, or disapointment? Shawn put his hands on the Piano, but he just couldn't get into playing anymore. His mind was on many other things. So he turned around on the bench and watched to see what everyone else was doing. As he looked around for a minute the thing that really caught his eye was a kid, covered head to toe. Not being able to see his eyes or anything with a girl. As he watched them, he saw the young man take his hat off, reviling white hair that looked brighter then a light. This raised Shawn's eyebrow. He quickly went back to his normal state, not trying to judge him. As he looked around, he heard mumbleing and judgeing. This is what Shawn didn't like, people judgeing you before they even know you. When Shawn turned his attention to the two again, he heard even more chattering about the people. He grew annoyed and blocked them out, as he thought about that girl. "Why didn't I just talk to her when she looked at me? Isn't that what everyone else would've done? BEEP it, why do I wanna talk to her?" These were all thoughts that flashed through his mind as he gave a blank stare. When he turned his attention back to the two once more. He saw the boy run off, and the girl standing still for a moment. Then when Shawn glanced under the table were they had been sitting for whatever reason that drew him there. Fate? Destiny? Who knows? He saw something that most likely belonged to the girl. With cat like reflects, he got up. Walked right to were they were sitting. Incognetoly took the notepad, without stopping. And walking past the girl, slowly slipping the notepad in her bag, without her noticing. These were a couple of things he had learned about on the street. Except, it was usaly the opposite. He then looked around, hopping to spot of Erikah. But no, it must have not been meant to be. He sighed once again, not sure what kind of sigh it was. "What am I doing? Why do I want to talk to this girl? Why do I wanna talk to anyone? Why did I help that other girl?" Before he could think anymore, he heard a delightful sound that was nothing short of beautiful. He didn't know who or what was making that beautiful noise. He had never heard it before. "Was it the first time it was played here? Or has it been her for a couple of months while I was away?" Shawn then just looked around trying to figure out where the noise was comming from.

[Skarlet]

As they did when Erikah played, the occasional passer would look up and see her in the window, she smiled to them, feeling at home now, There was no one for her to hinder here, there was her harp, and her audience, not that many of them would have cared, nor wanted to hear it. She looked down at the rose and caught a glimpse of Shawn. Now the harp's probably throwing him off, I should go down there and appologise... Erikah liked being noticed, but she didn't like being a distraction or a hinderance. She slowly plucked a few notes, to bring an end to the song then opened the door to her loft. She left it open. She intended to go down, appologise and come back, she'd be no more then a minute. Erikah descended the stares to the loft, ignoring the still-lingering pain in her knee. She reached the ground and started to move back over toward the Yellow Rose.

[Compass]

Bump

[Jeroukoo]

Jason put his mug down. "Ah... always good to have coffee." Jason smiled and got up from his chair. He decided he should take a look around town, see if anything was disturbing the peace or breaking some law. He stepped out of the Yellow Rose and doing so, he turned his head to the right. He might of forgotten to stop walking, or decided to keep on walking but not paying any attention to where he was walking. Either way, he accidentally bumped into Erikah, making her stumble slightly. "Sorry, kid."

[J.T.B.]

((OoC: I'M SO SORRY!!!! I'VE BEEN, BUSY, LAZY, BORED, EVEN SICK. MY LIFE IS SOMETIMES HECTIC I KNOW. SORRY, I'LL TRY TO BE ON MORE.))

 

As Shawn stood there listening to the sweet eligent noise of the Harp. He continued to look around, determined to find where it was comming from. He was more determined to find out the noise then even finding the girl. After he looked around for a minute, the music slowly faded until it was no more. This made Shawn frown, before returning to his usal poker face. He was disapointed about the beautiful noise seesing to exist. Now he would not be able to track down the thing that made it. He made one more futil look around to see if he could find any trace of it. But no, Shawn sighed as he turned around and entered the Yellow Rose. He walked up to the counter and ordered some coffee. Which was delivered quite quick, the early entrance he made before was far gone from everyones mind. He leaned against the counter to stableize his stance. As his leg was still sore. Shawn took a sip of his coffee as he looked around the Yellow Rose again. "Maybe it's time I head out..." Shawn muttered no louder then a wisper. As he finished his coffee, putting the glass back on the counter as he took one last glance before he started to walk out the door.

[Skarlet]

As Jason sprawled into her, Erikah stumbled, but managed to regain her footing. She smiled politely to him. "It's okay." She continued on her way back over to the Rose, she got within a few feet of the door when Shawn, not that she knew his name, came into view about to open the door. Erikah gulped, hoping he wasn't the type to abuse her. But yet in the back of her mind, she had other hopes. She'd been noticed, maybe her distracting him wasn't entirely negative. Perhaps that simply meant he noticed her and was interested. Although it didn't seem that way Erikah was hopeful. She flipped her long, purple-dyed hair back into it's proper position and hoped it wasn't too messy from her falls and collisions.

[Jeroukoo]

Jason walked away from the Rose now, since he had been there awhile, waiting on his coffee which took forever. "I know they are a little busy but it's just a coffee. Nothing more then that." Jason shrugged off the thought as he walked towards the police station. It was time for his job, which wasn't that bad. It had a rush and he didn't sit in front of a desk all day, so he could call it an okay job. It was enough to pay for his condo, so he had not other complaints.

[J.T.B.]

As Shawn exited the Rose, the first thing that caught his eye was of course that girl again. Her flipping of her nothing less then unique, purple hair was rather welcomeing. But right behind her he saw the same cop from the Rose. This made Shawn quickly turn to his side, rasing his colar to cover most of his face excluding his eye. This made Shawn look like he was trying to avoid Erikah. But really, he was hidding from the cop. Shawn had come to a crossroads, does he walk away risking her of thinking he didn't like her? "Why do I even want to know her? That look in her eyes, so sympathetic and welcomeing. Warm, unique, so many ways to describe them. But how do I know she isn't setting me up for the three guys I had to deffend myself against revenge? Do I risk it? Shawn then looked at the cop. "Then there's that cop, could I risk him seeing the blood on my shirt? Then again...he didn't notice me when I first entered. Maybe I- Shawn came to a desicion, Shawn walked up to the girl. He tried to keep all his attention towards her as he spoke. But in the back of his mind, he was thinking about the cop. "Do you know what made that noise that was flowing like the sweet scent of..." Shawn paused as he looked at the cop with his eye. Before turning his attention back to her. He had his hands in his pockets as he had more weight on one leg then the other. Giving him a rather interesting stance. Shawn's head was racing with thoughts as he stood there. Wondering if he should have continued talking, or let her jump in.