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Sheldon Mackendrick (thegambler) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2009-01-27 02:33:00

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dione castel, sheldon mackendrick

Wednesday: November 7, 2007
Who: Sheldon and Dione
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Wine Bar
What: The Psychic meets the beautiful piano playing Medium once again

People were packed into the bar because of the curfew. It had them talking, it had them pissed and it had them itching to get drunk in the early hours. Before the sun was even setting people were escorting others home in order to make it without passing out. Some were escorting others home for other reasons that made Sheldon smirk a little. Lucky bastards. Though some of the women he wouldn’t be that desperate to sleep with.

Some of the regulars that pissed him off were more irritable which caused him to want to spit in their beers but he figured he was no picnic himself about the curfew. Who wanted to be tucked into their homes when there was still four hours until midnight after the curfew? Fuck that. He wanted to challenge this.

After a few hours, Sheldon began to hear some familiar piano playing and he was intrigued to see how the blind musician was doing. He told a fellow bartender to take on his position while he moved through the various tables to check on what he remembered as the female named Dione. It was such a shame that she couldn’t see what she looked like.

Knowing it was quite absurd, he hopped on top of the piano and let himself sit there.

“Mind if I listen from here, Dione?” He wasn’t sure if she would remember his voice. Last time he was with Caden.

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audiomorbid
2009-01-28 02:18 pm UTC (link)

"People only sit on pianos in the movies, Sheldon," she replied, not losing a note. Her hands were already a little slow, so she wasn't playing anything difficult, a little waltz. "Down on the bench if you please." Which was her saying, please come sit next to her. Dione actually didn't remember Sheldon from her meeting with Caden; after all, Caden had pretty much stolen the show that evening. But she had been in the Wine Bar enough to learn his name from simply listening.

One of the things that you learned from experience, you could learn a lot of things from simply listening. People gave him orders and he answered them, so she eventually learned his name from others. It was the long way around, but she was more than happy to do it that way, especially since she didn't want to talk to others if she could avoid it.

Dione still wore bandages over her hands, just to keep her from pulling her injuries open again and starting to bleed on things again. The scar on her face drew eyes, but she wasn't paying attention to it. After all, there was nothing to say about it. She had gotten hurt.

"Do you have a request?"

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thegambler
2009-01-28 04:22 pm UTC (link)

“Don’t worry though, Dione. I’m not wearing a red dress and heels. I think I would kill the show.” That was an interesting picture he quickly wanted out of his mind. He slid off the piano and sat next to Dione, letting his fingers touch her injured ones in concern. “No offense, but I was wondering why your playing wasn’t as it usually is. I guess I know why.” He inspected her hand further. “I’m no doctor, but it doesn’t look good. You must be pretty devoted to piano playing to still be here. The harpy attack I presume?”

He inspected her face further to see her scar and frowned. Such a pretty face didn’t deserve a scar, but she was beautiful nonetheless. “Someone needs to take care of you, you know. Though the harpies were hardly creatures from the black lagoon, I’d say no matter how good you can take care of yourself on your own, you should allow people to check up on you.” He didn’t mean it in an unholy way; he was impressed with how well she lived her life without help. Of course…he would be more than glad to take her home.

“What song would I like to hear, hmm.” He relined a bit in his chair. “I can play the piano as well. You want to duet? If you can think of a song you’d like to duet, we can work it out.”

He continued to make small talk in the meantime.

“Besides the harpy attack, what have you been up to? Making sure trouble strays away from you?”

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audiomorbid
2009-01-28 05:01 pm UTC (link)

Him saying that conjured up a vision of Jessica Rabbit from her childhood, one of the few things where she remembered a woman in a red dress. Odd really since she didn't really remember pictures all that often, yet this was clear and there in her head.

Dione continued to play through him touching her hands. It was a little strange. Usually people didn't touch her hands when she was playing. Dex did at times, but that was usually because he was reaching across her to play his own notes. Then they would occasionally brush, arms over one another. She actually sort of missed that. The feeling of playing shoulder to shoulder with him. It hurt when he was mad at her, which he was always mad at her these days. Probably because there was no way that life could be like it was, when it was just the two of them and he was the one taking care of them both.

"I don't have anywhere else to go, Sheldon, and nothing else to really do. I've played piano since I was really little and it makes the world..." she was looking for the right word. "It makes the world make sense." That was the best she could come up with.

Though he was much nicer about it, he sounded a lot like Dexter in that she needed to at least let people check on her. The concept bothered her really. If only because it seemed to make light of what she did on her own. Dione lived her life essentially on her own without needing someone to be there every step of the way. That was probably another reason why Dex was so mad because she didn't need him anymore. When they were surviving in a war zone, she had needed him for everything.

"If you want to play, you're welcome to." She switched to playing "Candlelight" by Imogen Heap, a song that she was very familiar with that happened to be one of her brother's favorites. "Other than harpies, I've been living very quietly." And essentially very much alone. Despite the fact that she played in public places, Dione didn't seem to know that many people or seem to be in any rush to make friends.

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thegambler
2009-02-01 11:23 am UTC (link)

“You know Dione; there are a lot of people who would like to take you home.” Sheldon stated honestly while playing with a key idly. “But you don’t any have any female friends you could live with? Don’t get me wrong. I don’t view you as a helpless damsel in distress. I know woman, even blind can be just as strong as men. But people get lonely in sanctuaries filled with murderers and occasional crazy harpies. You’re at the Wine Bar a lot, I could call that a secondary home for you, but even still.”

Though Dione’s hands were injured, she still hand soft skin where her skin was revealed. He was surprised she wasn’t as crippled playing as he thought she might be. Perhaps he overestimated woman’s injuries on the hands, like they couldn’t handle it as well as men could.

The psychic rested his fingers on the keys for a moment before he caught up with Dione in playing Candlelight. “You like Imogen. Hmm, I’m surprised. She has some wonderful songs.” He turned towards her lightly, trying not to fumble on the keys while doing so. He was a good player, but he didn’t play in a symphony. In fact he was a modern player more than a classical player. “You should play Let Go sometimes, Headlock, The Dumbing Down of Love is fantastic, but I think that might be like childs play for you to play. It’s pretty basic. I have a lot of music at home I could bring to you. I have everything from Radiohead to the Beatles. Though it seems you don’t really need any music in front of you all the time.”

Focusing on the keys for awhile while he spoke, he wondered why Dione secluded herself. He doubted it could be due to friends. She seemed hardly unapproachable. It wasn’t about her looks all the time, her shyness was intriguing. “Just think about piano playing when you meet people. It will probably help you from being so shy. It gives you something to talk about as well.”

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audiomorbid
2009-02-01 01:05 pm UTC (link)

Dione didn't intentionally seclude herself most of the time, though it was probably just as well. Most people weren't going to want to live with a roommate who was followed around by a ghost. Especially not a female roommate and a male ghost. That was just something that would make any normal person slightly leery. However, Dione wasn't the kind to point that out.

"I don't know about people wanting to take me home," which was the truth as she didn't pay attention to other people being interested in her in that way. And roommates? Well, she didn't even know what to think about moving in with another person. It might make things easier, but it would also make things more difficult in her mind. "I'm not lonely." Not as much as she considered necessary to want to move in with someone. "And considering that the two women that died were living together, what good does my living with someone else do?"

Maybe that was a mean thing to say, but it was true, wasn't it? Faye and Kaiya had not been saved by the fact that they lived together.

One thing it did prove was that Dione did listen even if she didn't comment on what she heard.

The song didn't change until she had played it all the way through. Then she moved on to 'Getting Scared' which was another song that she knew, but since she wasn't singing it wasn't as harsh of a song as it could have been.

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