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Xander Wilson (risinghellborn) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-09-04 22:11:00

Entry tags:

evelyn, xander

Week 17: Friday Evening
Who: Xander and Evelyn
Where: Music Club meeting room after the club, then maybe Kat’s party bar
When: Friday night after the club

For the most part, Xander was fully convinced that most ‘clubs’ were a waste of time. Sure, they gave you extra credit but what did they really do for you in the long run? Not a whole lot, unless you really were planning on going pro in one of the sports clubs, or even the dance club. He would even say the same about the music club, except, of course, the fact he had gone pro in the field would’ve turned his own argument against him.

But even against his better nature, he found that he did enjoy the club quite a bit. There was quite a bit of talent within its membership. Even a few names that he recognized from the game. Still amused him a little bit, that Ada Crowe was at the school, one of those poor victims of an out of control were creature. Her music had helped to inspire his own band’s particular music setup as well. That she was in the club as well, was just another bonus that it had in his mind. After all, if you were going to learn, you might as well learn from someone who was quite successful, right?

Then, there was the view. Even if he wasn’t an Incubus, one couldn’t argue against the view. Some of the best looking girls in the school were musicians of some stripe, it would seem. And that was something that he wasn’t ever going to argue against. In fact, it was one good argument for just continuing his membership in the club. The eye candy was enough to keep him smiling for the entire night afterwards. Although, that particular night he had other plans for ‘eye candy’. A party in a bar, after all, was always good for finding some woman to seduce. Even if it was that loud mouthed Kat who was throwing it. He really needed to ask them to keep it down next door, or at least move the bed so it wasn’t constantly slamming into his wall while they were doing each other.

But, he stayed a little while after the music club had ended. He had found a niche while they were all goofing off. One that his mind had focused on. So, even while the others were getting up and leaving, the demon settled himself into a corner with his guitar and began to play it. He had gotten a tune in his head during the practice, and he was trying to figure out how to pull it off, or at the very least getting it out into the open, and the hell out of his head where it would be stuck all night otherwise. And that got to be even more annoying than anything else. So focused on it, was he, that he didn’t even noticed that not everyone had left just yet.

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redmoon
2008-09-07 08:39 pm UTC (link)

There are some things that are just too hard to resist.

For Lyn, music was one of those things. She liked it in a variety of shades, and it had gotten her through some of the more difficult times of her life. She had the evidence in folders and recorded with various pieces of rudimentary equipment. She wasn't a professional and she didn't have a band. But she was talented, her compositions holding such complexity that it was surprising at her young age. And as she had grown, so had her skill.

She'd been writing a new piece, worked on it for quite a number of hours, and spent most of her time allowed in the club refining it. It was just as the others were breaking up that she sat at the piano, hitting a couple of seemingly random keys to double check the notes, playing them through in her head.

After she was satisifed, she scribbled the appopriate note and then sat back, satisfied. At least for the moment. She was used to being caught up in her own work. There was something transforming about music. Mesmorizing. After she shuffled her papers in order, she noted that once more, everyone else had filtered out.

Well, at least one other person was still there. The new boy. She hadn't exactly met him, though she'd seen him. Heard a few things here and there. Demon. It was a little strange to think of. Demons were a band of creature she wasn't sure she could ever get used to in the world she now moved within. But not all was woodland spirits, elves, and faeries. Vampires, Sirens, and demons also roamed the earth.

She gathered up her papers and stood up. She could be afraid of the unknown or she could at the very least look this particular unknown in the face. Lyn stopped just in front of him, taking note of the guitar. "You're Xander? I missed the last few meetings, so I missed your introduction. I'm Evelyn." She extended her hand with a slight smile.

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risinghellborn
2008-09-07 09:58 pm UTC (link)

Oh, he had noticed her when she had joined the club alright. Then again, he was a young man and every attractive woman was something he tended to notice when they entered the room. But, he hadn’t paid her much attention during the club. He had his own thoughts in his head about what was going on with the world, and notes and combinations of several instruments moving commanding his attention. It wasn’t something many people saw in him, but it was there at times.

It was the drawback, at times, to being a musician. Especially one who knew how to write music, and actually performed it. Sometimes you got a song stuck in your head, and life just wouldn’t ever go back to normal until you at least tried hard to put it into writing and into sound. He had half a song already, and had spent as much time as the club, and his classes, would allow him to work on it. Of course, that was the part where things got frustrating. One knew where they wanted to go.. just not how to get there.

He hadn’t noticed that she had stayed behind, however. Nor that she had started walking over toward him. When she did stop there, however, he blinked once and glanced up toward her. Of course, the advantage of having someone stand in front you while your eyes were down on a guitar in your lap, as well as being seated, lent itself to an excellent view when your gaze went up to meet theirs. And Xander definitely let himself enjoy that particular view.

He lifted his hand up to take hers though, even as he gave her a soft smile. “Xander Wilson, yes. Pleasure to meet you, Evelyn. And yeah, only been here a couple of weeks.. but I do have to say that the school seems to be every bit as amazing as I was told it would be. Been here long?”