hopechess (hopechess) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-03-20 18:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | atlas acron, casper jameson knight, chess scott, taj habib bahar |
Who Chess and Casper and Taj and Atlas
Where House of Blues
When Predated: 25th
What Casper shows to see Counting Crows together after all
Warnings TBD
Status Still Adding
casperhowls:
There had been an obnoxious loud mouth in the restaurant all night, Casper could hear him from his allocated station out the back in front of the mammoth sized sink, filled to the top with soapy water and dirty dishes, not that he was complaining, back there he didn’t really have to talk to anyone and though the smell from kitchen in the next room over had his stomach rumbling, sometimes he got lucky, sometimes people didn’t finish off their meals. It was the perfect set up for someone who was entirely homeless. This man though, whomever he was, was really starting to get on Casper’s nerves, he couldn’t see his face though he could hear his loud mouth as well as a human would have sitting at the table beside him, he could also here the whisper in the kitchen about how the guy had issues, yeah right, he sounded like an obnoxious ass of a human being, someone should eat him.
By the time the restaurant was cleared out and everything cleaned and new for the start of the next morning breakfast rush it was already ten o’clock at night and Casper was halfway back to the abandoned building he called home when he remembered the date, remembered that he’d promised Chess he’d meet him at work even though he hadn’t really kept in contact with the other since their waffle house adventure. Don’t be a stranger. Those had been the older male’s words, Casper couldn’t help it though the entire world was a stranger to him and he just wasn’t used to knowing it or understanding it any other way. He took off running in the opposite direction, struggling to keep his pace at what he thought would be normal for a human but he must have slipped up somewhere along the way because he made it to the House of Blues in record timing, not even breaking a sweat, his heart rate more alike to someone who was sleeping than someone who had just ran all the way from Downtown Boston.
Pulling the black elastic from his hair and leaving it instead to wrap around his wrist, he let his blonde locks fall down and forward before brushing them straight back out of his eyes again out of nothing more than sheer bad habit. Making sure he had his wallet and the ID with the right age he glanced down quickly at the clothes he’d worked in, black jeans, black shirt, black was good, black hid all the soapy water stains and figuring he really didn’t have time to change he headed around the corner, bright pink sneakers making their way to the front entrance door, fidgeting where he stood in line behind some people already waiting to go in before it was finally his turn. “Oh urhm hi...I’m looking for Chester...he said to meet him here?” He blurted out shyly, not making eye contact with the man he was talking to and starting to panic just a little about maybe getting the night wrong.
PittSoDeep:
Chess was way in the back on the other side of the building, the concert hall side, as opposed to the restaraunt side. But, he had left Casper's name on the list just like he said he would. But, he hadn't spoken to Casper since they parted and it left Chess wondering if the guy would really show up or not. The man Casper spoke to at the front eyed the wolf-boy oddly as he panned his fingers down the names on the employee list. He mumbled the last few names under his breath holding the paper a little further from his eyes like someone who had forgotten their glasses. "You Casper Knight? Can I see some ID?" The guy would wait to see all his credentials before asking him to take a seat while waiting for someone to escort him to the back. He would show him the bench to take a load off while he was waiting, but he might not have been able to relax with the way the guy kept looking at him still unsure about him for some reason, like he was skeptical of his id. He picked up a black business phone and spoke low into it. If one didn't know any better it might have seemed like someone calling security.
But, then...
low and behind Chess himself sprang out of the wood works with that puppy-eyed, thin, pierced lipped, grin that seemed like it could smile itself clean off his cheeks and spread through the room. He held a hand up over his head as he walked towards his guest. "There you are! I wondered if you'd show." The smile on his face spoke world's in saying he was certainly glad he did. He was dressed in the steel-toed boots required for work, comfortable jeans, and a House of Blues t-shirt that matched many of the other employees.
casperhowls:
Azure blue eyes refused to leave the man before him even though Casper was doing his best to appear normal, giving the man a small, forced smile as his ID was handed back to him, slipping it easily back inside of his wallet and back into his pocket, his eyes not once diverting, narrowing on the stranger the moment he lifted that phone to his lips and ear, his wolf wanting to pounce, there was just something about this man that made him want to tear him to pieces, he could easily do it too, he knew his own strength and for a mortal, it could be deadly.
When he heard the familiar sound of Chess’ voice though, everything in Casper seemed to relax almost instantaneously and his murderous thoughts and gaze immediately switched from the man in front of him to the young man weaving his way through the place toward him and the young werewolf could not help but grin a little when he saw him, stuffing his hands quickly into his pockets as he lifted his shoulders slightly in a little, almost bashful shrug. “I said I would come.” He replied, his eyes darting back to look at the doorman and if looks could kill the older male would have dropped dead already before making his way toward Chess. “I always keep my word.”
PittSoDeep:
"Good! My kinda man." Chess said slapping a hand on Casper's back and pointing past the restaurant section. "This is actually the wrong side." He explained. "There was another direct entrance too. I work around on the concert Hall side. "The opening act is already onstage." He said sticking his hands in his pockets and taking the lead with a foot dragging shuffling gate along the path through the diners eating their dinners. "I don't really know the opening act that well." He admitted. "They're called Mean Creek. Do you know them?" And right when he said it he realized Casper hadn't really known any artists he'd mentioned when they spoke the before. So, before Casper really had a chance to answer he added assuming he wouldn't, "Don't worry, this time we both won't know the band."
As they padded closer the faints musical sounds were leaking through the heavy metal doors Chess had to actually use a little elbow grease to open. But, when he did the music boomed out like wind machine in their faces at a high volume. The heat from the stage lights were immediately felt. They were entering behind all the hype, behind the monitors, speakers, and lots of hub bub was going on with people keeping watch to make sure everything went down just right.