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Post by shortiejinete on May 23, 2010 13:52:43 GMT -5
Hylde G. Kavanaugh [/i][/font][/size] I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Illusions are a common thing
Dreams are my reality[/right]
It was another long night of alcohol and booze. It was amazing what some people put up with, she was one of those that didn't seem to be phased by what people had to say to her. She began mixing up some drinks passing them down the counter to some of the patrons. She usually had a sharp retort for those who called her some sort of pet name.
"I am not your cat" she said to a man that had called her kitten as she set his beer down in front of him. She quickly turned around to take some drink orders and go into her usual routine for the night. She was used to working with all the music and the background noise. Normally it would give anyone a headache but she seemed to keep her cool. Her mind was wandering to Brynn, everything surrounding him was her reason for being here.
This was her first day in New York and she couldn't even try and think to get him off her brain. Her name was Hylde now, something she would have to get used to. She liked Lydia much better but she hadn't really gotten much say in the matter. She sighed as she starting trying to figure out the routine of the place.She laid a drink down on the counter again, her mind still whirling. Nothing could stop it at the moment. It was on a one way track to no where.
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Post by Zane Stewart on May 23, 2010 15:08:17 GMT -5
ZANE.
Zane Stewart drove up to the club and walked inside. It wasn't the best place in town, and of course, he knew that. The music was to loud, the people to drunk, and crowds to rowdy. Zane loved it. It was his escape, one place to get away from the complications of his band and everyone else in his life. Especially the few that recognized him as a lead guitarist. He skimmed through the crowds to the bar. Of course, he couldn't drink, and he oddly respected that law, at least in public places. Instead of ordering something he just sat down with a sigh, already getting a headache from the smell of alcohol.
He heard some guy, who was probably forty-years old and was definitely drunk, call one of the bartenders kitten. That annoyed him, though he didn't know why. He heard a smart remark back from her, and smirked lightly. Then a band started playing. From what he could tell they didn't know what they were doing, but the incoherent crowd seemed to like them enough. But Zane wasn't part of the crowd. With a barely perceptible shake of his head he turned away from the stage, considering hundreds of ways the song they were playing could be better.
He looked down at the counter, thinking about leaving since there was nothing interesting here. But, being his usual lazy self, stayed on the bar stool, continuing to think, and not do. That's how Zane always was if it wasn't important to him. If it involved something that interested him he would do anything he had to, but he lacked self-motivation. Therefore, he'd probably end up sitting there pointlessly for another hour until he got annoyed enough to leave. But that was Zane, just being Zane.
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Post by shortiejinete on May 23, 2010 15:53:56 GMT -5
Hylde G. Kavanaugh [/i][/font][/size] I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Illusions are a common thing
Dreams are my reality[/right]
She saw the guy sit down at the bar stool listening to the music.
She turned to face him with a few soft words. "What can I get you? In my opinion a new band would be a great order" she mused. She didn't have to write anything down. Its what made her good at her job, this was only her second job as a bartender but then again she only turned 21 recently, but she was getting decent.
She cleaned her area up as she went, but kept her blue orbits in his direction. Her blonde hair was curled today, and pulled half back from her face. She listened to the band playing and didn't like it either. She was shaking her head in their direction, it was almost insulting to music. "One of these days I am just going to get up there and play, turn the place upside down with classical music, I am sure people would just love that one" she stated, obviously trying to imply she hated the band up there. She was trying to drown everything else out around her. "Im Hylde" she stated.
Her words were thick with a very European french sounding accent. It was obvious her first language wasn't english. She used her sarcasm to chase men away but she also used it to get to know them, and she knew how to use it well. She had just moved here so she didn't know anyone, so she took the initiative to try and get to know people, aside from the fact that he appeared the shy type. She needed someone to show her around the city one of these days. Didn't help if you didn't know anyone.
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Post by Zane Stewart on May 23, 2010 17:10:41 GMT -5
ZANE.
Zane sat quietly, lost in a daydream where he was destroying all the people that gave rock music a bad name, like the band playing. They were horrible amateurs. Then he heard a voice with a heavy English accent. "What can I get you? In my opinion a new band would be a great order" she said. Zane smiled lightly, glancing towards the girl. Yes, that would be an amazing order, if only. He said with a semi-dramatic sigh.
"One of these days I am just going to get up there and play, turn the place upside down with classical music, I am sure people would just love that one" She said, Zane was starting to like her. You play classical? he asked, thinking it was a little unique for a bartender in New York City. Then again she is European.. he thought. He always was one to think that Americans were anti-classical unlike the English and French. Of course, he didn't know a thing about classical music other than that Beethoven what's his name wrote a bunch of stuff. So he couldn't be one to judge. He was more into rock than classical, but he preferred good rock, not the crap that the ammeters were playing on the stage.
"I'm Hylde." Was the next thing that he heard, which brought him out of his European to American thoughts. Hmm, that's a different name.. he thought before answering. "Zane." He said, his green eyes watching her curiously, silently wondering how Hylde had ended up in a place like this.
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Post by shortiejinete on May 23, 2010 17:40:19 GMT -5
Hylde G. Kavanaugh [/i][/font][/size] I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Illusions are a common thing
Dreams are my reality[/right]
She smiled "One of these days I might just have to talk to my boss and have them kicked out. I haven't heard anything so bad in all my years."she stated making a drink and passing it down. She was able to talk to customers and still get her orders out. She turned back in his direction and continued speaking. "Violinist" she said in response to his question about classical music. She didn't like to answer questions so directly all the time.
She found herself leaning on the counter now as she was listening to him. "It is the name my parents gave me" she said with a shrug. She found her mind wandering to them. Being in witness protection she didn't get to see them anymore. She couldn't come out and say that. So in her new history both her parents were listed as dead. She couldn't bring herself to even try and explain the look in her eyes. "Zane.. thats an interesting one too" she said leaning on her hands.
When the band finally got thrown off the stage and replaced there was lots of clapping going on as they were getting tomatoes thrown at them. Hylde thought it was amusing. " I am so glad that I do not have to clean that all up." she couldn't contain the giggle that came along with it. She just gave a sideways smirk in his direction. She was easily amused and very forward sometimes. "You must be from around here?" she asked hoping he was. She didn't know how to get around her at all. She needed someone to show here how to even get home tonight. She had no idea how she really had gotten to work in the first place. She really didn't since her GPS was busted.
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Post by Zane Stewart on May 24, 2010 14:41:39 GMT -5
ZANE.
Zane heard her say violinist and was surprised. He didn't know anyone that played violin especially in the American music industry. Everyone played guitar, generally badly, but rarely violin. He guessed it must have been a European thing, not American. Then again, he didn't know much about classical music, or anything other than rock.
"It's the name my parents gave me." she said in response. Then got a faraway look in her eyes that Zane didn't fully understand. He figured something bad had happened involving them, and didn't press for answers. He wasn't that kind of person. Then she mentioned his own name, "Yeah, I guess so.. he said with a light laugh. His own name was unique. Sometimes he wondered what his parents were thinking when they named him. Of course, they probably weren't thinking. He'd never gotten along with his family, other than his sister.
Zane heard the band leaving. He smiled again at Hylde's remark. He was glad that the idiotic band was gone. It gave him less of a headache. "You must be from around here?" she said a shortly after. "Orlando actually, but I've lived here for a year now, so I know my way around." He truthfully didn't miss Florida all that much. True, he missed the sunny beaches a lot, and the warm weather, and even the lack of snow. But he liked it in New York and he didn't have to put up with his family. Plus he loved being here for his music. He didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. Looking at Hylde he wondered why she'd asked, curious as to what she wanted.
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Post by shortiejinete on May 24, 2010 21:57:01 GMT -5
Hylde G. Kavanaugh [/i][/font][/size] I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Illusions are a common thing
Dreams are my reality[/right]
She smiled as he spoke, actually quite amused. "I was just wondering, I just moved to New York, literally last night, I don't really even know how I got here" she stated with a shrug. She had gotten this job over the phone, a phone call to a few friends could easily get one places. She began hanging up some glasses after cleaning them. She needed to get her work done or she would be in trouble she knew. She excused herself for a moment going over to take an order. She mixed a drink and slide it down the table before heading back in his direction.
"I was hoping that someone could show me how to get home tonight" She paused a moment really unsure why those words had come out of her mouth at all. She didn't even know him really. She pushed the thought away, it was part of who she was. Not afraid to say anything to anyone. She heard someone making cat calls from across the otherside of the bar. She marched over and about took their heads of with her words. "I am not an animal that comes when they are called. Try it again. I will have you thrown out of here so fast you will wish you were shittin' bricks" she mused, obviously giving her pet names at her job wasn't a good idea.
She came back over. "I apologize, men around her obviously have alot less class than back home in Mississippi, but not all of them" she eyed him as she made her last remark to zane. He seemed different than the rest her tonight. "Why are you showing up in a place like this for anyway?" she said gritting her teeth listening to the new band. They were just as bad. "Speaking with the manager tonight about his choice of music I will be" she stated almost rather flatly. She sighed as her eyes rolled back in her head.
She sighed, America wasn't all dreams like everyone had said it was. She had no idea how she even got her. She just remembered it wasn't easy because she was older even though she had been born here. Maybe she wanted to forget it. Who knew, she just felt like she didn't belong here in America. Then again all she knew was Mississippi. She almost wanted to just go and play the Violin, leaving everything her. "I am its just things haven't been going great, I just lost my parents and a man I cared very deeply about" she stated.
She had no idea why she was even telling him this. She didn't say how she had lost them, she wasn't legally allowed to say how. "I guess you could call this running away." she stated. She could read people pretty easily, so she knew he was curious to know what brought her here and why. She didn't stop and think though, it was more or less just nice to have someone to talk to she guessed. She sighed as she tossed some plastic cups in the sink now.
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Post by Zane Stewart on May 25, 2010 19:22:53 GMT -5
ZANE.
"You just moved here?" Zane asked, looking at Hylde curiously. "Never would've guessed it." He hadn't thought that she was new to the city. She seemed pretty use to the crowds and customs of New York. Then again, Zane was horrible at judging people. He was probably likely to end up befriending a bank robber and calling a peace core member a thief. Though he rarely was one to judge unless he thought it he would get something out of it.
"I was hoping that someone could show me how to get home tonight" He heard her say after she'd finished with some of her work. Caught by surprise Zane didn't answer for a minute, which was long enough for her to chew out some other old guy at the bar. Zane suppressed a laugh, looking towards the counter to cover his smile, and answered her question. "Well, that depends on where you live. I know a lot of the city, but not everywhere.." He looked up again, hoping he could help her out.
"Why are you showing up in a place like this for anyway?" she asked, next, obviously wondering what he was doing here since he wasn't an idiotic drunk. "Life is hectic, I had a rare night off, and I was hoping this place had gotten better music.." He glanced back at the new band, which was just as bad as the first. "Though clearly I had my hopes set to high.."
He listened to her as she told a small part of her story, but her explanation only made him wonder more."I suppose you could say I ran away too.. against my parents wishes" with a sigh he added, "Not that I really cared what they wanted.." He sat there for a little bit, thinking about his dysfunctional family back home in Orlando. He didn't miss his mother or stepfather at all, though he did find himself missing his father and sister at times.
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Post by shortiejinete on May 25, 2010 19:49:13 GMT -5
Hylde G. Kavanaugh [/i][/font][/size] I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Illusions are a common thing
Dreams are my reality[/right]
She nodded as it was almost near the end of her shift. She eyed the clock. "15 minutes left" she stated rolling her eyes. She began cleaning up on double time almost. "I live in the Chelsea something or another apartments. one would think the moving truck could have been first" her first statement had been rather soft spoken and almost said with confusion and her last with a very large hint of sarcasm, she was still living out of what few boxes had fit in her Honda Element. It wasn't alot compared to what the truck was bringing in the morning.
She busied herself with cleaning things up. "Sure you don't want anything to drink before I close down the bar for the night?" she asked as it was the last call for alcohol which now was making the idiotic men in here even more stupid. "Slip me some honey, you know you want to let me take some home with me" She heard she turned around to comment again. She couldn't turn down a perfect opportunity to make sharp comments at people ever. "The only thing you are going to go home with is a matching eye on the other side" she had noted his black eye. She didn't fail to miss much these days.
She sighed looking to Zane. "This place always like this? Comments that make a woman want to wish she had better connections" she wasn't sure why she had taken this job. Well it had been a job. Now she just needed to get her playing out there so she didn't have to be stuck at the bottom of the ladder anymore. She hated the view from this place.
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Post by Zane Stewart on May 26, 2010 19:03:03 GMT -5
ZANE.
Zane watched as she looked up to the clock. "15 minutes left." she said, he nodded his head in response then listened as she muttered something about where she lived. "Chelsea Street?" he asked, curiously, that was the only 'Chelsea' he knew of that you could live in. "I drive right by there on the way to my place." he added, wanting to imply that he knew where it was and it wasn't hard to get there.
She heard her question as she was cleaning up her work area, passing out last call drinks. "No, thanks. I'm good." He said after she'd chewed out yet another drunk from a couple seats down the bar. He cringed as the band started a new song, twice as bad as the first. Music just didn't come good anymore. It bugged him, the fact that people like that, that had no talent, got up on stage and could sing, but in his old home it took their band months to score a single gig, and they were pretty good. Not that Zane thought that, then anyways. Now he was quite full of himself over his music.
Hylde's next words didn't surprise him. Of course she'd want to know if the club was always this crazy. "Yeah, usually." he said. "At least it is whenever I'm here, which isn't all that often." He only stumbled into the club once every month or so as he was usually to busy making demos, rehearsing, or doing something else for Whitecrest. Free time was a rarity to him. Yet for some reason he ended up in a crappy club with music that gave him a headache on his precious nights off. But then again, Zane never was the type to change something unless he decided it was necessary.
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Post by shortiejinete on May 26, 2010 20:16:28 GMT -5
Hylde G. Kavanaugh [/i][/font][/size] I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Illusions are a common thing
Dreams are my reality[/right]
I have been in New York all of 24 hours, I worked the last 8 of them and decided I already hate this club" she mused at him, she had a chuckle in her words. She looked to him as he asked about Chelsea street. "Yea its something like that. she stated rather almost at a snap. She was already tired and overstressed. She began to wonder why he came at all if he didn't like it. "Why come some place you don't want to be in what little spare time you have?" she asked with a raised brow.
"The last place I want to be on my night off is at a bar" she stated almost knowingly as she got a smart smirk across her features. She came out from behind the bar as she finished after she had clocked out. "I'm headed home Roger see you tomorrow" she spoke to her boss. She then mumbled under her breathe something in french flawlessly. "Si je me sens comme revenir vous fils - de - a - chienne" her boss obviously didn't know french because he had heard her and didn't say anything back. She didn't know whether Zane had understood what she had said or not.
She had a habit of coming off in French when she was mad and wanted to say something so no one would understand it. She knew a varying amount of languages but french was her first language and so she kept to her native tongue as much as she could. She didn't understand the english language too much and would occasionally slip up. Usually in her writing when she was trying to put words in a sentence like here and hear. She had exceptional handwriting though so people just thought she was crazy and couldn't spell.
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Post by Zane Stewart on May 30, 2010 17:45:13 GMT -5
ZANE.
Zane was surprised that he'd actually gotten the name of her apartment right, but he also noted the stress in her voice. Then he heard her next comment. "Why come some place you don't want to be in what little spare time you have?" Zane looked at her quizzically and said, "Well, everybody I know is just as busy as I am and I didn't feel like sitting at home and doing nothing." He said, though truthfully he didn't really know why he'd come here. He was impulsive at times and felt like coming here, so he did.
Then she said something about not wanting to be at a bar, which annoyed Zane slightly, then a smirk showed on her face and he got over it. She said goodbye to her boss, who was apparently named Roger, though Zane always thought his name was Tim or something.. Then she said a string of French. So she is French.. he though then realized part of what she'd said. He didn't speak French, but he was forced to take a class in Orlando so he knew the general meaning of her words. He raised an eyebrow then got up from his seat, following her through the club.
"Hylde!" he said, trying to catch up to her in the dancing mass of people. "Your apartment is in Chelsea, on 10th Avenue.." He said with a light smirk, wondering if she knew how to get to 10th Avenue. Then thinking she could find it easily enough, after all, Chelsea was a fairly small area.. It was easy to find your way in if you knew a bit about the city. Though he wasn't sure if Hylde knew anything about the city.. "Oddly enough it's not on Chelsea Street despite it's name.." he added in his random way, already heading off to his expensive looking car, which he'd won in a street race back in Orlando. Not a legal one either.. though he didn't think street racing was legal anywhere. Not that he really cared.. He slid inside and started to turn the key, hoping Hylde could find her way back.
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Post by shortiejinete on May 30, 2010 18:48:56 GMT -5
Hylde G. Kavanaugh [/i][/font][/size] I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Illusions are a common thing
Dreams are my reality[/right]
She was headed away from 10th avenue instead of away from it. But she didn't seem to slow down, well at least not until she was halfway to 15th. 15th wasn't that far from the bar but it was in the wrong direction. She turned her head over her shoulder as he called her name. She caught sight of the sign. "Right, wrong directions numbers going up" she mused at him. "Sorry about that back there, It was a stressful day, I do not like working for him." she added as she turned around to walk back in his direction. "The numbers and the directions are all hard to understand, Mississippi was all dirt roads and we drove everywhere." she explained.
She sighed as she looked up at the street names. "I really have not a clue" she admitted to him as she sighed a moment speaking under her breathe again. "Je veux rentrer à la maison."she whispered. She meant home with her family to Mississippi not home as in to her apartment. This place wasn't home. It really wasn't. To her at the moment it was a layer upon layer of people who seemed to all be into drugs or smoking of things of that such.
She bit her lip turning her eyes from him, she didn't want him to see her hurt. She was one to wear her emotions on her sleeve at times, and right now it wasn't controllable. She missed who she had used to be, because she had to just throw her whole life away and start over. It wasn't easy for anyone. She was taking it better than most she presumed, at least she didnt' slip up with her old name talking to people. She had known that was bound to happen.
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Post by Zane Stewart on May 30, 2010 19:58:39 GMT -5
ZANE.
Zane suppressed a laugh as she wandered to 15th Avenue, which was near his parking space. He nodded his head in an agreement about her street number decision. Then he heard her apology, and believed it. Of course it had been stressful. He could hardly stand to hear a bunch of drunk idiots talk, let alone be the bartender for them. If he was working there.. No, Zane wouldn't have a job there for more than a day.. He would end up making to many customers angry.
He listened to her next confession, and she looked sad. Which of course got to him. Zane always was one to feel sympathetic towards others. "Uh.. Do you want a ride or something?" he said, gesturing to his car. He was surprised he'd actually asked her. Although he felt sympathy he usually wasn't well.. nice to people. "It's no trouble.. I drive right by 10th Avenue.." He added, not wanted to make her feel like he was going out of his way to help her. Some people were touchy about things like that.
Zane did know how she was feeling, at least kind of. He'd left his home and came here, totally clueless as to where to start. Of course, he hadn't grown up in Mississippi.. Orlando was a big city. So he felt at least sort of at home in New York. It was different, but manageable. He hardly had time to make friends with his music career and all. He still felt alone in New York. He knew it would never be home to him, but he stayed. Partly because he didn't want to go home. Orlando was full of complications and problems for him. His family was the main one, but there were others too. Things he'd done, people he'd left. He wasn't the kind of person to want to face that unless he had to. Zane didn't like the idea of going back to a place he was unwelcome in. So he stayed in New York and started making himself think that it was home. Though he knew it never would be.
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Post by shortiejinete on May 30, 2010 20:51:12 GMT -5
Hylde G. Kavanaugh [/i][/font][/size] I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Illusions are a common thing
Dreams are my reality[/right]
She shook her head no as he offered her a ride. "Just walk with me?" she asked, not wanting to get lost and she was enjoying the air out tonight it felt good to be not so cooped up. She sighed a moment as she looked to him. "The adjustment here, its just not so easy, coming from a small town, everyone is so close and they live so far away. I feel like its the opposite here, everyone lives on top of each other but no one knows anyone. I'm guess I'm just glad I got into Whitecrest at least I still have my music." she mentioned.
She thought about being even younger. "France is not so different from New York when you get downtown but we lived out in the country so the city even now is a big adjustment. It's something I am starting to miss in a 24 hour period of time. she stated. She looked up to him as they walked realizing she was rambling.
She shot him one of those apologetic looks she had done so well with over the years. She sighed as she walked her heels clicking the sidewalk. She tossed her jacket over her shoulders as they wind began to kick in. "Its going to rain at some point tonight, I miss the rain' she stated just trying to make random conversation that didn't seem so ackward, but everyone talked about the weather. She guessed she kind of went with the flow for the moment.
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