abel singh

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levvargas

“Thank-you, anymore people know about my inner turmoils they might turn into outer turmoils.” he threw back at the sarcastic remark. Sticking his smoke between his lips as he fished one out for his bench partner. “If only my friends and family agreed with your statement. They seem to think almost hitting 40 and not being with someone is a sign of emotional trouble.” he couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he hands over the cigarette. “So I am simply humoring them. And I probably won’t reply to a woman who profile practically says ‘we are going to be married with children in 6 months’. I don’t like those vibes.”

“bless you,” abel mumbled, taking the cigarette from the man and slotting it between his lips once it was lit. he brought a deep pull in and pushed a slow breath out. “why doesn’t anybody see not needing to be with someone as a sign of strength? a sign that you’re all good with you?.” he took another pull, looking up at the sky. contemplative. “i completely understand having to humor  family, though,” abel sighed, shifting the subject. he thought back to his past. back before he’d quit the corporate job he couldn’t stomach and moved into his brother’s basement. back when he used to spend every bit of energy that his mind numbing desk job didn’t siphon out of him on putting up false pretenses for his parents. trying to hide from them the fact that a life without pursuing his music was killing him inside...

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ayla-ism

Ayla released a small chuckle at his remark. “What can I say? Poker Face is always a hit at the karaoke bar,” she replied, shrugged lightly. (Unbeknownst to her, her rendition of Poker Face was in fact not a hit.) “Gaga can be serious! I’ll have you know I sometimes hum Born This Way during deliveries and I’m sure the babies love it – it gives them the confidence and assurance they need in this world.” Perhaps she was oversharing her odd quirks a bit too much to this stranger who she indeed found very cute, but that was Ayla for you. Besides, boys made Ayla nervous, more than she liked to admit. “So, tell me, when are you dropping your next mixtape? I gotta listen to this serious music of yours.”

“in all seriousness, i think welcoming babies into the world with song might be the single most awesome thing i’ve ever heard of. i’m... impressed, dr. benson.” while his tone was lighthearted, abel’s face held a genuine awe. he had no idea how he ended up having a conversation this... unexcpected. with a girl as unique as ayla. in a tiny seaside town... as far as memorable experiences went, this conversation was certainly making his list. “and i don’t know about any mixtapes, but i’ll probably be on the mic here a couple times a week now so if you’re around next time i play, you should stop by.” he rocked on his heels, a lock of brown hair falling loose over his face and a playful twinkle in his brown eyes. “i’ll play a collection of my most serious hits in your honor.”

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[abel-singh-blog1]

Five people you'd like to know better? and why?

i mean… i’m the new kid here so… feels like i should say everybody?

- a

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if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

i’d like to say i’m exactly who the universe intended me to be but maybe that’s cheating... guess if i needed to change something i’d make myself at least slightly interested in the same things my parents are. so they’d be less disappointed.- a

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what is your favorite song?

‘sex on fire’ — kings of leon- a

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You're stuck on a desert island with only one other person. Who would you want it to be and why?

easy. jimi hendrix. because JIMI HENDRIX.- a

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What’s your hair care routine? lol

whatever shampoo my brother bought last and a hair tie. for the bad days. ✌🏽- a

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i’m honest.

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ayla-ism

“What’s wrong with McDonalds?” she inquired, reacting to his somewhat surprised demeanor. “And, to be honest, they have gotten classier over the years… like they have a McCafé now down the street. The couches are pretty comfy.” Ayla looked down at the hand in front of her, resulting in a shy smile.  “Feels so formal, Mr. Singh,” she teased as her hand met his, engaging in a quick handshake. “Ayla Benson – or, should I say Dr. Ayla Benson?” A small chuckle escaped her lips. “I’m actually really glad I found a guitar player, since I actually dabble in some music myself, specifically the stylings of Gaga at the local karaoke bar.”

abel bit into his bottom lip to dampen his smile. “annnnd she dabbles in gaga, ladies and gentlemen. this just keeps on getting and better,” he said as he wrapped his hand around ayla’s for a shake. “though i’d like to think my stuff’s a little more... serious than gaga’s. but, hey, it’s all subjective, right?” after the question was out, he found himself wondering what ayla’s singing voice sounded like... and then he started wondering why he was wondering... abel wasn’t usually the type to look too far into things - especially if it had nothing to do with the music. he preferred to stay focused on his art. 

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ayla-ism

“Well, a professional doctor and an amateur, self-proclaimed entrepreneur. And, it’s not exactly luck, rather a weird amount of ambition and a certain level of craziness,“ she replied with a small smile dancing on her lips. Ayla’s grin grew even wider as she watched the guy indulge her peculiar sense of humor. Of course, she wasn’t planning on actually selling the cigarettes as she knew she’d end up just giving them away. “Hmmm… well, first off, I feel like I know everything about you now that I’ve seen these three items. Guitar player? Seattle goer? Hair connoisseur?” she questioned lightly, gesturing to his beautiful locks. “How about this, you can keep your scrappy potpourri, and instead, you can buy me a meal. Like, McDonald’s or something.”

abel raised his eyebrows. “mcdonalds, huh? classy.” he would’ve thought a big mac was a little low brow for a girl like ayla. to him, the professional doctor / self-proclaimed entrepreneur looked more like a lobster and white wine kind of woman... he stuffed his stubbed out cigarette and his ‘scrappy potpourri’ back into his pockets before offering his hand. “abel singh, the guitar-playing, seattle-going, hair connoisseur. and you are?”

[manculture]

Avan Jogia

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wanted plots/connections for abel xx

[levvargas]

The meeting had gone well—some of the members had even been able to open up and talk about wounds they previously had been closed to discussing. Levi was quick to clean up the room the group used and to lock up. Lighting a smoke he decided to talk the long way home that evening. Walking along the cold coast side road. He had missed the Massachusetts seaside, what he hadn’t missed was the cold sea breeze chilling his bones. He planted himself on a bench and opened the app the younger firefighters suggested. “I still don’t even understand tinder.” he grumbled to himself with a sigh, “I don’t even want to date. What am I doing?” He leaned back running a hand over his face with frustration at the same time he noticed that someone had been sharing the bench with him. “How long have you been sitting there?”

[abel-singh-blog1]

abel couldn’t help but chuckle. the older guy had been sitting there beside him, spaced the fuck out, for like twenty minutes before he even noticed anyone else was there. talking to himself and staring at his cell phone like it held the secrets of the universe... “don’t worry. i won’t tell anyone about your inner turmoil,” abel assured him with a smirk. “but if you ask me, don’t date if you don’t wanna date. simple. and before you reply to that, if you were gonna reply to that, can i bum one?”

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@ayla-ism 

“I can’t really say I’m ahead in any light. Or that I’m planning to continue this. They’re pretty gross in my opinion,” she responded, glaring at the burn on top of her hand, “I wanted it to be more of a cool, one time thing anyways.” Her eyebrows furrowed at the guy’s hypocrisy. “As a doctor, I can’t really condone smoking, but as an off and on business thinker, I’ll let you buy these off of me. You’re right on the expensive part, so I gotta get some money back for this to be not a complete failure.”

“so a doctor and an entrepreneur, huh? some people just have all the luck...” he quirked an eyebrow at her , stubbing his cigarette out prematurely and digging in his pockets to play along. he knew damn well he didn’t actually have any cash to spare - really only had the $12 in ones he’d just grabbed out of the artist tip jar on his way out of the club - but the girl in front of him with the cigarette burn on the back of her hand was pretty with a sharp tongue to match. he found that interesting if for no other reason than the fact that this interaction could play out well in a song... “let’s see... looks like i have a hair tie, a guitar pick and a one-way greyhound stub from seattle to oakport,” abel sighed, displaying the contents of his pockets. “make me an offer i can’t refuse.”

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“Fuck!” Ayla exclaimed in the midst of all her choking. Gray smoke escaped her lips, and the butt of the cigarette somehow landed on the top of her hand, burning her. In her defense, she thought trying a cigarette for the first time would be glamorous – sexy, even. It wasn’t the first time TV & movies failed her. “God, people like this? I got burned, it tastes bad, and it made me feel like I only reached 50% of Rihanna-level badassery.”

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“trust me. quit while you’re ahead.” abel stepped outside of the club, guitar case strapped to his back and pack of malboros leaving his pocket to calm the bit of nerves that had been grating on him since he’d finished playing a handful of songs inside. “it’s a disgusting habit,” he smirked even as he lit a cigarette and tucked it between his lips. “expensive as hell and smells like shit.”

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[milesparler-deactivated20180301]

Miles placed the final pair of hiking boots onto their appropriate shelf and let out a relieving sigh. It was years into owning his own business and he still wasn’t able to organize without stress tagging along. His face would tell anyone that he was ready for a break. ‘There’s no customers, maybe I can close up early’ and ‘a joint would be nice’ and ‘I need to hire some help around here’ were just a few of the complacent thoughts running through his head. The familiar ding! of the bell above the door indicating a customer prompted Miles to jump out of his thoughts and return to reality. “Hello,” he called out to the person he had yet to actually see, “can I help you find anything?”

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“uh, yeah... a job, actually.” abel sauntered into the store, trying not to let all the unfamiliar gear on the hooks and shelves intimidate him. he knew jack shit about hiking or kayaking or whatever the hell people who shopped in stores like this did in their spare time - the guitar case strapped to his back would read that he was more of an artistic guy. still, his brother had suggested that abel stop by oakport outpost because he’d heard that the owner might be looking to hire help. and after quitting his job to move to oakport, abel seriously needed some cash. “i’m abel... singh? daniel singh’s brother...” abel added when he realized he had the other man’s attention. “he thought that maybe you were hiring?”