Nick // Pelops (makesa_nicestew) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2010-01-20 12:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | nick aiolos, pelops |
Who: Nick (?)
What: Possibly suspicious behavior.
Where: Downtown Miami
When: January 19th, afternoon
Warnings: None
This was refreshing. The chill that had hit Florida like a bat in the face was lifting if only a bit, and Nick's business partners were taking a day off for someone's birthday or some such. Whatever. Coupled with Mel taking Helen with her to go catch up some more with Thalia, and Nick had decided he wanted some personal time.
And for Nick, being raised an upper-class young man, meant shopping.
Since Helen's birth, it had been a while since he had done some long time shopping for anything other than baby supplies and furniture. He couldn't help but smile a bit as he thought back to himself just over a year ago, never dreaming that he'd ever so much as pick up a diaper. It seemed like he was looking back on a different person entirely. The thought, though, was also a little sad. He'd grown up alot, but he felt like he'd lost some, too. The gains were worth it, but still...
He paused in his walk down the sidewalk to stare at a shop. It was new, at least to him; a music supply store, very quaint and Victorian in design. It stuck out like a sore thumb compared to alot of the hyper-modern or beach-stylized shopping outlets surrounding it. I'll have to keep it in mind, he thought to himself, if Mel needs anything in the future--
His thoughts came to a halt as he noticed one of the polished instruments in the window case. Among the drums, guitars and violins was a lyre. A real one, made of the true wood and all the right strings...
The mortal paused, confused. He didn't know dipshit about lyres... They weren't even played in modern Greece all that often, not to mention being practically unheard of in America. Maybe he'd heard about how many strings a lyre had in it from Grandmother. Or, History class. Sounded about right.
It was a few moments later until Nick realized he had been simply standing there. He shook his head and decided to go into the store. An employee waved to him but, absorbed in a gossip rag, didn't move from the counter. Unperturbed, Nick picked up the lyre. He knew how to play this. Only, he couldn't recall having ever handled one before. Ever.
It was though a shock had gone through him. The hairs along his skin prickled and stung as he tightened his grip around the hilt. Yes it was real, and old, so very old...
The mortal closed his eyes and began to sing quietly. First in English, then in modern Greek, before slowly slipping into the dead language known only to a handful of immortals and one mortal. A slow, quiet song, it wasn't audible outside of his own personal space and certainly not to the clerk still absorbed in learning whether or not Brad had cheated on Angelina.
Even if she had, he would have ignored her. He felt free, in control, finally released! A sly grin grew over his face as he ceased singing and hummed instead. Just the use of a throat to produce sound seemed like a miracle into itself.
Oh yes. Today would be fun.
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Groan.
Nick sat up, rubbing his head. Only then he regretted doing so so quickly, as it felt like someone had chosen that moment to dump sharp, stabby ice cubes all over his brain. Ow. Oh god, what in the...
He looked around through carefully slit eyes and realized he wasn't in the shop anymore; he was on the beach, though which part of it he didn't recognize right away. He had been laying on his back, fully clothed, right in the sand. His feet were pruned from being lapped at by the waves along the edge. Only... he didn't remember being here.
Nick frowned. He hadn't been drinking at all today, so that was out. Drugs? Same. A small fear ran through him as he realized he couldn't remember anything after stepping into the music shop. What had happened? Quickly, he checked himself over. Nothing out of place, nothing harmed. His wallet was even still in place.
I feel sick, he thought to himself as he pushed himself up to his wobbly feet. Like, fuzzy head after laughing gas sick. He tried to push any further thoughts of his head for now, and waved down a taxi. Time to go home.
Summary: Nick is out and about on the town, and has an interesting experience. And then can't remember it.