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Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Vincent was setting up for his concert right now it was only him although he couldn't blame anyone for not wanting to join his group who would join a group called Jinx. He smiled though he loved performing. Tonight he would play his newest single he wrote for his mom. He didn't care how it sounded to others. He then got his show clothes on. Redshirt, red jacket with checker board print and his band's logo he made himself, a joker card with scyths on it. He smiled as he could hear some fans as he went out. ”Thank you for coming everyone let's get started. With what you all have been waiting for my new single You are” he said. ”This song is a song I wrote for myfirst ever fan my mom,” he said. As he played guitar and sang.
lyrics: I am a mess of contradictions I am a doubter who believes And I try to hide the failures that I don't want you to see But you tell me that you love me, more than I can understand And you still call me, to come as I am!
You want my faith You want my doubt Things I don't want talk about All that's broken, healed, and somewhere in between I will lay it at your feet, and I won't hold back anything Because what you want is all, what you are is all of me
You know every single heart beat You know every single breath I breathe All the sin that held me captive, before mercy set me free You are the God of new begins, you will never walk away You arms are open, so I won't be afraid!
You bring my faith You bring my doubt Things I don't want talk about All that's broken, healed, and somewhere in between I will lay it at your feet, and I won't hold back anything Because what you want is all, what you want is all of me
There was excitement transcending over Nyla over the concept of being capable of witnessing the performance of an upcoming band dubbed Jinx. Being musically inclined herself oftentimes caused the female shifter to enjoy watching the uprising of newer bands within the community, although, there was a position she desired to fill. The group required a member to play the keyboard, and considering her love for the piano, the blonde was hoping to take the position with pride. Her reasoning for taking the piano slot was sparked from her deceased parents mutual enjoyment in the instrument, and lastly the lower demand that arrived with somebody playing keyboard. Songs had a variety of instruments, but not all required a piano which left Nyla's involvement limited; something that worked perfectly for the TRS hunter and caretaker to Ines.
There was haste in the blonde's steps as she approached in a white t-shirt, red plaid blouse and a pair of lightly coloured blue jeans. Brown boots acted as her footwear, reaching to mid-calf with plain designs being sprawled across the surface. On her right cheek was red face paint shaped in the double scythe joker card style that appeared to be the band's logo. Her eyes were given a similar colour treatment, red eye shadow with black eyeliner framing her yellow eyes. As usual, her long, blonde locks were tied back with the use of a vibrant red ribbon. Once she arrived on scene, she noticed the group of civilians forming for the concert and based on the display, it was a one man show. Quickly, the shifter inserting herself into the crowd and with her sound sensitive ears listened to the cheering crowd alongside the beautiful words of the artist who sang about his mother.
Hearing somebody display their affection towards their mother spoke to the shifter's heart, a lip-tight grin marking her face as she listened to the first one. She found herself being caught into the emotions of crowd, feeling their excitement and amazement swell and mingle with her own emotions. There was a peculiar sense of comfort discovered in the booming noises and shouts of compliments towards the singer. When the song arrived towards its end, Nyla joined the crowd in a cheer in compliments towards the singer; this appeared to be an excellent idea to participate in. Gradually, the blonde felt reassured in the method of which she decided to spend her day away from the stresses of hunting.
The boy then smiled after he was done with the song. As som fans chanted for their favorite song of his ”we are” they yelled. As he smiled ”Anyone else want to here it. Very well but allow me to tell the new fans what this song is to. This song is to all those who have felt alone, lost or like they were trash” he smiled as he started playing the intro ”This is we are”.
We walk alone In the unknown We live to win another victory We are the young Dying sons We live to change the face of history so be afraid It's the price we pay The only easy day was yesterday So hear our voice, We have a choice, It's time to face it
We are one We are one We are one We will stand together Number one Number one The chosen ones We are one We are one We will fight forever We are one and we won't die young
We are the bold United souls We live to win another victory Our sacred scars Show who we are And tell the story of our memories
Don't be afraid It's the price we pay The only easy day was yesterday So hear our voice We have a choice It's time to face it
We are one We are one We are one We will stand together Number one Number one The chosen ones We are one We are one We will fight forever We are one and we won't die young
We walk alone In the unknown We live to win another victory Our sacred scars Show who we are It's time to face it
So be afraid It's the price we pay The only easy day was yesterday So hear our voice We have a choice It's time to face it
We are one We are one We are one We will stand together Number one Number one The chosen ones We are one We are one We will fight forever We are one and we won't die young
”That my friends is the end of our time together I hope you all had a good time. Never forget to be yourselfs” he smiled as he said goodbye and then went back stage. He sighed well looks like no one got sick. Remmy said people would join me ya right he thought. As everyone left he started packing up everything himself. He was now wearing his plain clothes, white t-shirt jeans boots, and a black leather jacket with silver studding on the shoulders. Nyla Korvich
Being apart of the energized crowd caused excitement to pulsate through Nyla's body. There was always an essence that arrived with music and crowds of cheering fans that generated intense amounts of energy for the extroverted girl. Witnessing the creative styling of the solo performer was incredible, even going lengths to vaguely remind her of nights spent performing for the cafe in town. The chanting of a song title was expected, but due to her own lack of familiarity, the blonde remained excluded. Despite the verdict of being unaware of the possibly extensive list of songs the band performed, Nyla remained mesmerized by the incredible atmosphere created with the spoken words of each song. There was a superhuman essence that appeared whenever she listened to the wondrous voices of others. The blouse was tugged tighter around her curvy body while a gentle wind tousled her hair and she became entranced by the scene.
With pricked ears, she remained joyously listening to the wonderful words that artist sang, a smile remaining upon her face. The jovial expression was obvious to those around her, although, nobody bothered to comment as they merely listened to the words. Eventually, the concert closed and the music died down, creating a jabbering of fan-based muttering. For a few moments, Nyla's turquoise eyes glanced around the crowd before slowly weaving through the various bodies. Some had departed, others lingering in hopes of a sudden encore or fantasized alone time with the singer. Those fantasies were something that Nyla was spared off since her more romantic thoughts remained fixated on the weapon smith from work, Zephyr. The only relationship related hopes she possessed with the singer were ones of friendship perhaps forged from playing in the same band.
Carefully, Nyla grabbed a USB stick that had been safely procured in her jean pockets that acted as a resume for the young blonde. Videos of her playing the piano in various types of music genres alongside some clips of her singing to maintain an extra edge over anybody else who applied; another singer opened the opportunity for duets after all or backup singing. Once she reached the lead singer's chamber entrance, her open hand was clenched into a fist to rap on the door. After the knock was made, the fox shifter took a step back, maintaining a wide smile on her face while she awaited the answer.
Vincent heard the knock and opened the door seeing the young blonde girl standing in front of him. ”Did you enjoy the show?” he asked as he stepped back not wanting to make her feel sick or get hurt cause of his curse. ”I’m Vincent Valentino,” Vincent said extending his hand to shake hers. ”I'm guessing you hear about a band position,” he said. As he motioned her to follow him inside as he set up an electric keyboard he had. ”Go ahead and show me what you got” the fact was remmy was the one with the computer he just had trailer remmy the band manager got for cheap. As Vincent sat on chair watching the girl.
He on the inside was nervous that she would get sick or something might shock her. Thats why he sat so far away. ”Dont take any offense from me being this far away it's for your safety. There's a reason the band is called jinx. Because I’m literally cursed” he said get it out right up front. He knew that was a lot to take in someone being cursed. He ”Ok so this is how trying out goes you play for me, then if i like it we move on to doing small performances here not set up as a concert if you can handle the crazy stuff that happens around me then your in then you meet the band manager remmy whos easier to impress than I am. Then your in the band” he said as he listened to her play. He had put the keyboard part to his new song Rise on the stand. ”You see I have the singer part, drummer, and guitars parts figured out, but dont know how to work it in, the keyboard part that is. If i like it your in i could play it for you to get a feel for the song if you want, or we can try six feet or both” he said Nyla Korvich
The door was opened, revealing the young lead singer of the band. Initially, there was mild concerned over being viewed as a crazed fan considering she never arranged a proper appointment, which led Nyla to believe that perhaps she should have avoided waltzing into backstage with her USB. Her expression remained cheery, the corners of her lips being tugged up into a lip-tight smile. Mentally, the fox shifter was running through various introduction methods to provide the leader of Jinx. The initial impression was the utmost importance and would hopefully allow for paving the way down the road of friendship. When the entertainer inquired about her enjoyment of the show, Nyla broadened her grin and provided a pleasant nod in an attempt to maintain her friendly personality. There was a slight adjustment to her position, the tall girl bringing her feet tight together and straightening her back to create a professional vibe.
"Yes, I must say, your work is splendid. I enjoy how you decide to dedicate songs to those who you find significant," she began, keeping a sophisticated voice.
A majority of the time, Nyla remained her sociable, loquacious self, but currently she was attempting to avoid rambling. The blonde's heart fluttered slightly with anxiety over attempting to join the music group. Deep breaths were taken as the fox shifter provided herself a mental confident boosting talk. When the introductions began, she was hasty to shake the man's hand as he granted her a name, although, was surprised at his presumption. There was never an instance where Nyla contacted anybody related to Jinx about the audition, which was definitely unprofessional actions on her part. For only a moment she paused, continuing to address Vincent with hints of surprise.
"I'm Nyla Korvich, and yes... I am here for the keyboard position," Nyla began. "I am surprised you were prepared for an audition, since I did not make an appointment. I apologize for that, I have been juggling hunting and babysitting my sister, but she is reaching that age of being able to be home for longer periods of time. Makes me miss when she was younger."
A silence followed on the fox shifter's end as she felt mildly embarrassed from rambling on slightly. Naturally, the blonde's sister remained her sunshine and somebody she swore to protect. Shortly, she was motioned over to an electric keyboard to which she slowly walked over to. Her turquoise eyes gazed alongside the piano, lingering on the various keys as her fingers gently traced over the smooth surface. There was a mild clouding of sadness in her eyes, her memories reminding her of nights spent downstairs inside the walls of the music with her parents, now deceased. Immediately after realizing the audition would a performance for an audience of one, the USB was slid back into the pocket of her jeans. Attention was returned immediately when the curse was mentioned, Nyla's eyes flashing with surprise and concern over possibly bringing her younger sister to witness a concert.
Afterwards, she listened to the explanation about how the scenario for joining the band would proceed, the blonde nodding in acknowledgement of every word. Her eyes gradually drifted towards the page, the instructions towards where her keys would flutter across the keyboard. Personally, the fox shifter would have preferred a song more familiar to her, but there were no complaints uttered.
"No, this works," she stated, attempting to take the initiative.
A few moments were taken towards analysis, the blonde softly in order to gain a feeling for the tone. Once completely, her fingers hovered over the keys before beginning to push down the various keys with precision. The melody was followed, the shifter's ears twitching subtly as she played the keys. When she finished the song, the blonde took a singe step away from the keyboard as she remained certain in her excellent playing ability. Her eyes flitted to the singular audience member with confidence remaining both in posture and countenance.
”Well we have a concert this Friday if the fans like you then you're in,” he said. He normally practiced alone but wondered if she would stay. Why wasn't his curse affecting her was it cause he was keeping his distance? he wondered what to do now. ”If you want to you can go home or you can stay and practice with me were releasing rise in that concert,” he said. He then started getting right to practicing not used to how to talk to others often. He smiled as he played his new song he hoped the fans would like it. Nyla Korvich
A straightened back and open body language was displayed by Nyla as her hands remained by her sides. There was stiffness in her position, making her hunter background obvious to those gazes at the youthful blonde. Distance was kept from herself and Vincent, the female shifter attempting to maintain comfort in the man's presence despite the lingering threats of the curse. Initially, the effects had remained unnoticed, but as time proceeded they made themselves more prevalent in minor discomforts. A mild churning feeling in her stomach, the faintest grasp of a headache and a weak case of nausea; nothing the woman could not handle. Even during days where she felt sickness claiming her, Nyla was still required to care for Ines, making her capable of stoically accept the ill sensations.
"Friday? I can definitely do that," she responded cheerfully. "What time? I can plan my schedule around it."
There were numerous tasks to accomplish before leaving home or work for Friday night entertainment. At the mentioning of practice, Nyla's ears twitched as she witnessed the performer immediately get prepared and start without waiting for an answer. Perhaps he expected her to disagree and return home to practice alone? For a few moments, Nyla scrutinized him with her turquoise eyes as she began making a decision. If they were required to perform on stage together, allowing herself to grow acquainted with the curse's negative side effects was necessary; at least until she purchased a charm to lower or negate them. Without asking permission, the blonde's slender fingers began tracing the keys, joining into the practicing session and using the opportunity to mend any faulty notes from her audition.
He told her what time, then went back to practicing. He wondered if this was really such a good idea, so many people get hurt or sick around me he said to himself. Should I really be doing this? he asked himself. "So do you want to practice any other songs" he asked still not looking completely at her. His hand running threw his red hair, finally after a few minutes his red eyes would meet hers. "Make sure this is what you want as I said there is a reason the band is called Jinx bad things happen to people around me normally so be sure your sure about this" he said to her.
He wondered if she would turn away and leave his life like everyone else usually did. Except for when he played his music for some reason. But this is why he still liked to keep his concerts short so nothing bad would happen. However he knew the bad eventually would need to do longer shows. Something he was secretly fearing. Nyla Korvich
The time was provided, Nyla's intellectual mind hastily planning around the occasion, balancing plans to somebody caring for her younger sister and avoiding possible hunting assignments. Stoically, she remained in Vincent's presence with no intentions of leaving until the practice was completed since extra practice brought confidence to the blonde. When the man directly began speaking to her, the shifter's turquoise eyes drifted towards him while her ears subtly twitched. The question was interesting, allowing for selection in the spontaneous practice session together. Her back was straighten while Nyla's mind delved into thoughts about the possibilities of songs to practice; she did not desire to throw the musician into deep water with the different songs she practiced. They tended to be featured around popular bands that she frequently listened to in her room or via headphones.
"Pick whatever you like. I would rather get a feeling for the genre you prefer before suggesting something," Nyla responded with a smile. "Besides, I'm the newcomer, I still need to earn my keep, eh? I know quite a few songs, so feel free to attempt whatever your would like. My parents were musicians after all, so I know my way around a keyboard."
There were tones of happiness captured in Nyla's voice despite the edging feeling of sickness. When the man mentioned the Jinx again, a minor softness touched the shifter's eyes. There was pity in her expression as she gazed at the unfortunate soul who had become a victim to the sinister intentions of some individuals. Only for a moment did her smile break into a frown, shortly returning as she prepared to respond.
"Don't worry about it, I have a buddy who is beyond influential in charms. I could probably talk to him about it," she began. "Besides, I'm a hunter, not just some silly damsel in distress. I'm certain I can handle myself if anything bad happens."
Reassurance touched her voice, being backed up by undertones of confidence as she smiled towards Vincent. While she remained uncertain about how she could possibly defend herself from the unknown magical elements of a curse, she remained void of fear. After roughly a year of being a hunter, the social young blonde kept a rather fearless disposition and was formulating possible plans to defend herself from the curse, if possible.
Vincent came over closer giving her the newest song of his that wasn't finished yet. He was still nervous about getting closer to her as he watched her play he couldn't help it he wanted to do something he hadn't been able to do to anyone since it happened. He then as he got behind her originality trying to look like he was just observing her. He then couldn't hold back and tried to reach his arms around her to hug her that was all it was was a hug. He hasn't had one since his curse happened as he hid his face behind her. He was actually scared to hug her he wasn't even sure if she would get hurt. Would she slap me he wonder. He wouldn't blame her if she did a stranger hugging her must not feel good but he couldn't help but try. He hid his face for he had tears in his eyes both with worry on what she would do but also tears of joyful hope of finally being able to after so long.
Song he selected: "Go Down"
Say what you need to say Say, say it when I'm gone Stay if you need to stay Stay, oh get ready to run
Time's running out on the clock Tell me, what have you done? Well I'm here, right here, when you're ready, when you're ready to come Come
So get your freak on Get your heels off the ground Like a drum solo Yeah it's about to go down Now get your rocks off Body move to the sound Like an hour clock Yeah it's about to go down Down
Take, take it all the way Take it all the way to the grave Break, breaking all the rules Just so you can come out and play
Time's running out on the clock And I'm turning the page Well I'm here, right here Get you out, get you out of your cage Cage
So get your freak on Get your heels off the ground Like a drum solo Yeah it's about to go down Now get your rocks off Body move to the sound Like an hour clock Yeah it's about to go down Yeah it's about to go down Yeah it's about to go down Yeah it's about to go down
Yeah it's about to go down (Yeah it's about to go down)
So get your freak on Well kick a hole in the sky Like a drum solo Yeah, it's about to go down Now get your rocks off Body move to the sound Just like an hour clock It's about to go down Yeah it's about to go down Yeah it's about to go down Yeah it's about to go down Yeah it's about to go down Yeah it's about to go down Down
Already her thoughts were orbiting around how to present Zephyr with the information about the mysterious man's curse. The opportunity to spend time with the attractive weapons smith was something the blonde refused to pass. There was always a thrilling sense of nervousness whenever she was around the fellow shifter, her heart racing and thoughts whirling as the seconds passed. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she daydreamed, her eyes locked with the plain, white piano keys. A smile remained on her face, only breaking when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her, Nyla tensing from the unexpected hug. Suddenly, she glanced back, preparing to exclaim and perhaps squirm from Vincent's grip until seeing the tears as his hands reached around to settle the music sheet, his head shortly being hidden. There was something oddly nostalgic about it, the female shifter finding it reminded her of her sister.
Whenever Ines would grow upset, Nyla oftentimes sang to soothe her worried nerves or assist in allowing her to drift into the land of sleep. Instead of rebuking against the sudden close proximity, the shifter's eyes drifted back towards the keyboard, her fingers taking their position. A moment was taken to analyze the music, the fox shifter's hands smoothly gliding over the keyboard while she fought the growing aches of sickness; she hopes her hunch was correct and Zephyr could create something to assist with the issue. The blonde dared not utter a complaint, her fixation being on continuing to play the piece. Admittedly, Nyla could always be suckered into abrupt hugs from tears or even quick connections created between herself and another individual, thus she merely remained passive towards the action.
Soon he would let go of her, of course, distancing himself again as he looked down away from her. ”Sorry you should have slapped me for that, it was rude of me I’m sorry” he felt a feeling he normally only felt while on stage but why why was he feeling so happy jusr over a stupid hug he shouldn’t have done on the first place. He was cursing at himself under his breath, as he sat down again listening to her play the music, she was good at it and even though he had a feeling she was hiding feeling sick he still felt happy to hear her play. He had decided if the fans enjoyed her like they do to him maybe just maybe she could be a part of the band and his first friend in a while.
Soon his thoughts drifted to flashbacks of his last lover the one that cursed him as he suddenly went out the door, flashes of cameras in his face was what he met outside. Fans running up to him wanting autographs as he started to feel crowded and nervous people started getting sick cameras stopped working some batteries in some of them exploded. People started screaming as he just covered his head with his hands his heart pounding, he was doing it again hurting people. He waa hurting them and he couldn't stop it. This was why he needed more friends to help him keep calm and to keep people back from him.
There was a sickness being harboured inside the female shifter, but she continued to power through. A headache alongside the stomach pains were merely insignificant signs of illness; even though those, she would care for her adorable younger sister. A few extensive breaths were taken, a calming method as she worked towards soothing her body. Carefully, her fingers pressed down on the correct keys, the sound of the piano resonating through the room. Her turquoise eyes fixated on the keys, ignoring the arms around her and the sickness that gradually increased. Time progressed, the song passing with its wonderful melody and once it ended, Vincent released her, the words he stated resulting in her lifting a brow. While she would have struggle should a reason to sympathize be unprovided, it was unlikely she would act violently unless it was persistent. A soft sigh escaped her lips, the blonde pausing while the ill sensations dissipated slightly, although, remained evident. After a few moments, she managed to flash a warm smile at him.
“Don’t worry about it,” she responded, hoping it would not become a habit.
While she spoke, her turquoise eyes lingered in Vincent before slowly returning to the keyboard. There was still the possibility of a strong charm being able to counteract the curse, although, Nyla could not be certain. She knew her friend was influential when it arrived at making charms, even if he required assistance from a friend. Hope remained, the female shifter having certainty in Zephyr’s abilities. Currently, she needed the sanction of calm, the shifter knowing she could achieve it with a familiar song and her own singing capabilities.
“Mind if I play a song I know?” She inquired quietly.
Her delicate fingers hovered over the keys, anxious to begin playing a song she knew from memories. Years of enjoyment in video games forged her enjoyment of this particular song, thus she hoped Vincent would warrant a moment to play it.
He was slightly shaking even children were getting sick, he looked over to her and nodded with a shaky voice said ”sure, of course, if you can entrance everyone here and get their attention then your in as the Jinx keyboard player.” He was already starting to calm dow but could hear parents worried about their kids. He listened as she began to play. As she did he watched her fingers and listening to the music although he did recognize it as a song from a video game he wasn't sure which one. Yet he was entranced by it but the crowd was still not calm it didn't she failed yet. He would whisper try to her ”try to put a spin on it to try to make it her own.”
As he said this he had said it because he wanted to see if she could start out with a familiar tune but then change it to something only she could do, by changing the song into her own she could try to have the crowd like her for how ahe played not what she was playing. Soon he was calm as the crowd claimed too all eyes pn her. He already believed she could make it her own and that their music producer would love it. Vincent knew he liked it so to him she was in however despite what he would want there was one more judge she would have to entrance and that was the audience. He listened to every note of why she was playing to see if she could make it her own.
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