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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 23, 2024 15:40:39 GMT -5
He had just been asking for a puff of smoke off her current cigarette, because he didn't dare want more than that. But he respected that maybe that wasn't something she was comfortable with. He couldn't refuse the offered smoke, after all, that would be outright rude.
Ferris took the cigarette with a smile, watching her use his lighter and then taking it back to light his own. He took a long deep inhale, feeling that smoke and nicotine hit his lungs like an affection bite. Damn that felt good. "Been doing this a long time but trying to cut back. I know the feeling," he said, shaking his head in response to her thanks. Sure, it was a terrible habit and sure, he'd kill any of his kids if they started smoking or vaping, but he couldn't help himself. And he certain couldn't let a vague acquaintance struggle through a nicotine craving she wasn't prepared to handle. Music shop people had to stick together.
"Hopefully it turns up," he suggested, looking back inside toward the counter. He hadn't seen a lighter lying around while he shopped.
Her question about musicals caught him mid-breath and he half chuckle, half coughed. He shook his head. "Not this week. My collection is a bit all over these days." Ferris took another breath. He really shouldn't be doing this. Darcy would kill him. But it was strangely nice out and he was enjoying a cigarette with a pretty woman. He gestured at the store window. "You have a favorite? Artist, I mean." He recognized this was likely just her day job to get by, but figured she had to at least like some music.
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AGE:26 yrs old
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Apr 25, 2024 4:55:36 GMT -5
Charlotte was no stranger to trying to quit. She could almost feel what it must have felt like for Ferris to inhale the smoke. A cigarette when you weren't supposed to, or a cigarette after a long time seemed to have healing properties. You wanted to drown in the smoke, let it whirl around your lungs a little longer than you normally would, to fully embrace the peace a little nicotine could bring. "Yeah, she said. If only Ferris knew that the cigarettes kept her from worse stuff. Sure, she still smoked a joint every now and then even though she shouldn't even be doing that, but her habits used to be far worse. Ketamine was her true love, and a whole lot of designer drugs whose names sounded like characters in Star Wars. Random numbers and letters, but boy, did she know them all. "I guess it's not the worst, compared to other habits." Maybe this was enough to let him understand that cigarettes were a part of her she couldn't quit. But she didn't want to linger on the topic. She didn't feel like explaining her drug abuse to someone who was, in fact, a stranger. Charlotte often felt like she knew people when she saw them around a few times, and she had to actively remind her that she didn't even know this man's name.
She too chuckled when the man almost choked on the smoke when she asked him about musicals. She pushed a strand of loose hair behind her ear and laughed a little longer, softly. "I figured. Survivor and Company is quite the unique combination." The blonde took another drag of her cigarette and looked back at the man when he asked a question. She shrugged softly. "One favourite is a pretty big ask. I like indie music, and a bit of grunge. Talk about being born in the wrong generation, huh?" She chuckled again, knowing damn well it was a good thing she hadn't been a teenager or adult in the early '90s. She would have ended the same way as Kurt Cobain. "Alice in Chains, Soundgarden, you know the drill." She looked at the street, while Spoonman started playing in her head. "I'm Charlotte, by the way." She looked at the man again. Maybe he didn't need her name, but what was the harm? He seemed like a cool guy.
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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 25, 2024 21:47:48 GMT -5
The smoke quenched a thirst he hadn't knew he had until that first inhale. Like standing beside an oasis in a desert and only suddenly realizing he was thirsty enough to drain the spring dry. He hated the feeling and how weak he felt to it. But it felt so good to give in. Just this once. Sometimes. Ferris shook his head in agreement. "There are certainly worse." Which was both true and a convenient way to deny that they even had a problem. But he wasn't one to judge. If someone needed a crutch to get through life, at least it meant they were still moving. He didn't have much room to judge on that topic either.
She remembered quite a lot from his last visit. Maybe that should have told himself, but he was pretty oblivious. He put it down to the shop being a small place and not that busy. Which was partly why he liked it. "Quite," he confirmed without bothering to go into much further detail. He moved over slightly so he could lean against the wall of the building rather than the windowpane and took another breath of smoke. Darcy was going to kill him. Maybe he could manage to squeeze in a shower before dinner.
One favorite was a tall order for sure and it was reassuring to know the woman working behind the desk of a music store was indeed a music fan. One with too many favorites, which was a good thing in his book. He chuckled. "A little," he agreed, though there were plenty of ways to access music from other eras these days. "Solid choices. Soundgarden's one of my favorites too."
He looked over at the blonde as she offered her name and offered a brief smile. "Good to meet you, Charlotte." Even her name had an older feel to it. Sort of like his. "Ferris," he said, offering his name in return. "Thanks again," he added, gesturing with the cigarette in his hand. He'd really needed this.
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Show me how you reach the moon
GROUP:Gifted
AGE:26 yrs old
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HEIGHT:5'8
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Apr 29, 2024 8:43:27 GMT -5
She indeed remembered because the store wasn't too busy. Most people that came in were regulars, so she tended to remember the new clients. The combination of genres in his order had stood out as well, but it wasn't like she thought less of him because of it. It had simply been amusing, and you needed to find the humour in your job to get through the day.
She smiled at him when he mentioned he liked Soundgarden as well. She wondered if he had been able to see them in concert, but quickly realised he was probably too young for that, just like she was too young. She had seen a stupid cover band, though, but they had sucked pretty bad. "Nice", she said, bringing the cigarette up to her mouth again.
When she told him her name, he introduced himself as Ferris. "Nice to meet you too, and don't mention it." She smiled at him. "I'm glad the weather cleared up. I was getting antsy inside." Some more chit-chat wouldn't hurt.
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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
GROUP:Sector
AGE:35 yrs old
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 29, 2024 17:04:59 GMT -5
"I saw them in concert February...2013, I think. In Vancouver." he mused at the risk of aging himself, taking a long breath of smoke. "Wish I could have seen them way back when." But he'd seen them before Cornell died and that had meant a lot to him. Even if he wasn't so much into drums, he could appreciate amazing talent.
Pity that some of the best ones never seemed to make it very far. Considering he was a dedicated guitarist, maybe the fact that he hadn't managed to off himself young suggested whatever musical talent he thought he possessed wasn't all that great. But he knew otherwise. He hadn't spent all his free time, heart, and soul working on music any chance he got. At least until life and the kids and work happened.
Ferris smiled slightly and nodded, shifting his gaze from the cute blonde to the soaked city street. There weren't too many people out and about just yet, leaving it almost peaceful if not for the cars peeling by, water spraying off the tires. He leaned his head against the brick, closing his eyes for another inhale. "I feel the same way at my work all the time," he agreed. Only he didn't usually get to shake that feeling off with a cigarette.
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Show me how you reach the moon
GROUP:Gifted
AGE:26 yrs old
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HEIGHT:5'8
SEXUALITY:Bisexual
GIFT:Analgesia & Power mimicry
OCCUPATION:Artist & record store employee
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on May 5, 2024 5:08:03 GMT -5
Oh, her judgement had been wrong. He had seen them. She chuckled. "2013. I could've gone, too, if my parents hadn't been so strict with me." She had been 15 in 2013. It was odd to think she was ever so young. She didn't have many memories of that time. "Yeah, I get that", she responded in regards to wishing he could have seen them back in the day. "They don't make music like that anymore." They being everyone, not Alice in Chains. "I mean, there are some bands that have an old feel to them, but the equipment is different, you can hear it." The Chats, for example. The first time she heard them, she thought they were an older punk band. Upon listening more closely, she had been able to hear they weren't.
Charlotte nodded, understanding that feeling. "Maybe we're not made for indoors jobs", she joked, taking another drag of the cigarette, which was nearing the filter. Normally she rolled cigarettes herself, but she had bought a pack again, she didn't know why. It was less work when she needed a quick break. "You play?" she asked, gesturing with her head towards the store, where they had some equipment for instruments. Didn't he buy something last time? She couldn't quite remember.
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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
GROUP:Sector
AGE:35 yrs old
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HEIGHT:6' 1"
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on May 6, 2024 14:20:17 GMT -5
Ferris let out a low noise of assent. "I know how that goes," he said of having strict parents. Evening guessing Charlotte had probably been a minor, the man had very little (or none at all) love lost for either of his parents. Between strict rules for the farm and strict rules for faith and society, he'd not had much of a childhood and had gotten out the fastest way he knew how.
"They do not," he agreed. Sure, there were still artists that worked hard to get across that same sound and feel to their music. But sometimes it was about the quality of the audio recording itself. "Recording quality too," he agreed. "Vinyl are better but...always feels like something gets lost when it's recorded." Ferris liked live music over anything else and even for genres that weren't his favorites, could manage to enjoy listening to an artist work.
Perhaps because he was busy watching the sunlight glint off the rain splattered cars and windows, but he only looked at Charlotte as she said something about being made for indoors. Because of their smoking habits. "I've braved my fair share of weather for a smoke," he said with a shrug.
He pulled his gaze from the street back to the young blonde beside him. Did he play what? Music, like an instrument, probably. "Yeah, guitar," he said simply. Which wasn't perhaps very much to work with and was exceptionally modesty of him, but he hadn't really talked about his music with anyone. His family a little, but usually he was too busy. It had been ages since he played for a real audience. He missed it but didn't really want to dig into that lack of fulfillment. "You play any instruments?" he asked her instead.
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