Who Oakden Hobday and Orsino Thruston What A Chance Encounter between two gingers with unfortunate names. When December 28th, Evening Where The foggy streets of London town Status Incomplete/Closed Rating Low, probably. SCENE LOTTERY PROMPT: "I don't feel the sickness yet, but it's in the post."
Hobday actually recognised Orsino Thruston faster than he'd like to admit to anyone. He'd actually been a fan of the bloke since he started as a drummer with the Weird Sisters in 1993, but he'd never say as much. After all, he played the violin for the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra--he owned a vineyard in France. He was cultured and prestigious and men like him didn't get giddy over rock stars.
The truth was that Oakden liked all types of music the rhythm of the drums and the aggressiveness required to play them appealed to him greatly because it was such a far cry from the music that he made himself. It stirred something in him that he couldn't quite explain and so he didn't quite trust it.
He slowed the gait of his walk as he drew closer to Orsino and smiled in a way that-he hoped- revealed the fact that he did recognise the drummer without being at all intrusive. Hobday had no idea what it would be like to be famous, but he couldn't imagine that anyone would like being accosted whilst merely walking down the street. If the man chose to acknowledge the fact that he had clearly been recognised, then that was entirely up to him.
Oakden was only mildly aware of the fact that he wasn't exactly dressed the way a typical enthusiastic Sisters fan might be. In his leather gloved hands (one of which was tightly clutched around the handle of his violin case), long Burberry coat and plaid mohair scarf and smart cap, he looked far more like the type to raise his nose at the type of music that the Sister's played than someone who enjoyed it.