Rock &amp; Roll Should Be Feral

Sirens & Saviors: Hennessy & Mariana

paganofthe-goodtimes

If there was anything Mariana hated, it was getting caught in the swamps. The smell alone seemed to assault her from 50 yards back, reeking of decomposing leaves and amphibians. There wasn’t much of a choice on that night, however, being that she seemed to have taken a wrong turn off the main road ended up in the backwoods. She wasn’t too worried about the car stuck in mud so long as she got to blood and fast.

A group of voices in the distance startled her. They were further out in the water, it seemed, crying out but what they were saying was incoherent from where she was past the shore. Mariana edged closer until. Someone overboard, she understood and almost immediately the scent of blood flooded her senses. The voices faded as she followed the aroma closer in the night. A splash, a grunt, not too far away…

The girl was in sight now. Her body looked small and frail as it writhed beneath a black willow, sobs filling the marshland. Mariana continued to creep forward until she was only a few feet away. Leaves crunched under her, giving up her position.

“Ay,” she murmered in Spanish, “what happened to you?”

#paganofthegoodtimes #((Here You Go!))#((Hope This Is Okay!))

For a moment she was certain that she had to be hallucinating. Or perhaps the noise was just some animal, come to end her suffering. But then...A voice--one of a stranger, rang in her ears & startled her into the last bit of hope for survival that was just barely clinging to.

Unable to speak, or even mentally to find the words she was trying to utter, Hennessy reach out towards the stranger, her expression pleading desperately as her breath continued to come in trembling sobs. Speaking only in short hysterical sobs, her muddy hand gestured out to the now empty open water...Where her friends had once been searching for her.

“The boat.” She finally whispered, her voice raspy & congested with gunk. “Puh-please, You have to h-help me find the boat.” Surely, it couldn’t be hopeless. Fate couldn’t be so cruel as to send her someone only for their intentions to be malicious; not after what she had already endured tonight. Surely, this woman could help her somehow.

#paganofthegoodtimes

Sirens & Saviors: Hennessy & Mariana

“Where is she?!” A desperate voice echoed through her ears, fading beneath frantic splashing of water. “She fell off the boat!” Yelled another as the splashing continued like distant thunder; amplified by her partially submerged perspective. “Hennessy? Where are ya, girl?” Beckoned a more calm but clearly still concerned voice. Her band mates were looking for her. And she was lost in the swamps.

She tried to call out to them but her throat seized under a barrage of sobs that left her choking. She lay shivering among the muddy water. Her mind racing although she was paralyzed under the black, starless pit that was the night sky. She couldn’t even see the moon. It was all just cold, inky, never-ending darkness.

Damn it all! If only she could just will her legs to work; to summon every might of strength in her crippled body & get out of the water. With a loud & straining grunt, Hennessy turned herself over with the use of nearby tree roots, which jutted up from the water. Her breath caught in a gasp of pain, only causing the spasm of constricted sobs to increase.

When the convulsing sobs had finally slowed, the girl realized that she could no longer hear the splashing of the water; nor could she hear the echo of searching voices. Just how long she had been stranded out here for, she couldn’t be sure. But one thing for certain...They were gone. And now she was all alone.

((Here’s what I’ve been up to while I was away...))

((Yes, that’s me.))

#OOC #Voice Canon

OOC

Wow. o.0

I am SO sorry about disappearing like that but college & my newest musical endeavors just consumed all of my time & motivation for this character.

However...

Now that I am in between semester at the college & taking a nice month long break for the holidays, I’d like to start writing as Hennessy again.

So...Maybe LIKE THIS for a Starter & I’ll get the ball rolling again?

Feral Sounds: Hennessy & Adam

Adam’s attention was torn from the guitar as Hennessy spoke, drawing a soft huff from the vampire. He had no interest in being touched by almost anyone, though he did appreciate her asking. He wasn’t sure many people would have the common COURTESY of asking.

“I’d rather you not,” he said, shaded eyes moving to the woman. He hadn’t always been like this, but for..far too long, there had been only one with the consent to touch. “I’ve got them, though.” His were probably worse than hers. He had been playing since before she was born. His, of course, lacked the red hue, as there was a lack of BLOOD in his veins.

“Thank you, though,” he said after a moment, voice soft, “for asking.”

#luckyinlxve #((Sorry About The Wait!))#((I Had a Busy Week!))#XD

“Of course.” Hennessy smiled, though she didn’t understand he felt the need to thank her for using basic manners. “I always ask permission before I attempt to touch someone.” She dismissed him, shrugging again. Still, her gaze continued to pull downward so that she could watch the way he touched her guitar. Hands were quite literally a musician’s universal tool.

One of her band mates passed her, cords wrapped around his shoulder. He did a double take, making sure he didn’t recognize the man that Hennessy was talking to. Then someone in the back of bar stole his attention & he promptly walked away, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

“You’re obviously a Guitarist yourself.” Hennessy stated as she pushed her pick around the table with one callused finger. “Though you don’t strike me as the type to be in a band. You’re one of those Solo musicians, aren’t you?”

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I HAVE RETURNED!!!

Listen to My Heart Belongs To You (teaser) by Cruel Curses #np on #SoundCloud

HOLY FUCK. This is brilliant. I feel so proud to call him my friend. I feel so privilege to say that he has personally escorted me to his concerts. I still can’t believe that I have recorded his music. I am unworthy of it all. HE IS A GOD.

And this...This in an Adam & Eve song if I ever heard one.

Sheer brilliance. Everybody kneel before the Rock God.

OOC

Sorry about the lack of action here but college & the band are taking over my life.

If I don’t self-destruct...I will be back on Monday...

OOC

I was watching Law & Order & they mention The Theory Of Entanglement.

Then I was like...YO.

Feral Sounds: Hennessy & Adam

The girl’s fascination with his playing was something he found quite interesting. He had known people to like his music; love it, even, but he had never seen someone react like this. It did feel good, if only for that brief moment. It was not often that he was complimented in such a way. Of course, it wasn’t often that he allowed someone to compliment him. He was too reclusive to spend enough time with anyone.

As the note died, and Hennessy spoke again, Adam looked to her once more. There was a brief, fleeting thought, that Eve would have been proud of him. Here he was, out of his house, talking to someone. He gave a small shake of his head, focusing on what the other was saying. Eve wasn’t here, right now.

“I‘ve spent a lot of time with instruments. I know how to play them.” The comments, though not unappreciated, seemed to bounce off of him, each one going ignored and thankless. It was funny, though, that she would compare him to such a thing. He hadn’t stalked in…far too long, and yet it seemed he still kept those qualities. That did please him He would have hated to become too human. The very thought of it filled him with disgust. “I think predators prefer to stay silent.”

#luckyinlxve #((I Don't Even Know...))#((That Was Her First Reflex.))#((She's a Bit Of An Odd-Ball...))#((Just Trying To Give Our Thread Substance))#((Go Easy On Me!))#((Haha!))#XD

Her expression gave noticeable recognition to the meaning of his words. She understood why predators would want to stay silent. Otherwise, they would never succeed in catching their prey. Then her eyes dropped to look at Adam’s hands. Hand were every musician greatest asset, after all.

Hennessy bit her lip; resisting the urge to try & touch his hands. Her disability had left her with some annoying tendencies, but none quite so strong as the urge to merely touch another person & explore the landscape of their hands. It was all about sensory...And self control.

Toying with her handkerchief again, she made desperate attempts to distract herself from that urge. She sighed, cracked her neck & finally gave in. “This is gonna sound weird but...Can I look at your hands just for a second?” The blonde inquired calmly.

“You can tell me no. I just... I wanna see this.” The girl held out her own hands, displaying the smooth red calluses on her fingers tips, left from years of dedication to playing guitar. “Do you have this?” She asked, in reference to the callused skin as she rubbed her fingers together. “Y’know, like natural musician’s wear? I just think it’s fascinating.”

Feral Sounds: Hennessy & Adam

Eyes raised, however regretfully, from the guitar at his hip. Now that he had the instrument, he had far less interest in a conversation. Of course, he hadn’t been interested to begin with, but he wanted none of it, now. “Easy,” he replied, giving a small shrug. He didn’t think she’d spent enough time getting to know her instrument. Maybe it was the few hundred more years he’d had. “Why not?”

It was a simple note, not one Adam had thought would get such a reaction. He felt a vague warmth wash over him; most likely caused by the stroking of his ego. As nice as it was, it passed far too quickly, leaving him once more in the familiar limbo between emotions.

He gave another loose shrug before doing as she asked, playing the soft note once more. It was rare that he would object to playing an instrument. This woman was lucky she had found the one thing he wouldn’t refuse. If it were anything else, he would have been gone long ago, returned to the isolated comfort of his home.

Hennessy’s eyes locked to his hands; the way he cradled & caressed her precious guitar was something...oddly extraordinary. It was like he had wisdom in his finger tips. For a moment, her breath caught & she broke out of the trance. “No...You make it sound...Different, somehow.”

The sweat on her skin had now turned eerily cold & it stood out like the pricking of a thousand tiny pins. The chord of guitar resonated like a haunting ringing in her ears, causing everything around her to jut melt away. Everything else was gone; all that remained was her & the sounds.

At last, the note faded out completely, allowing the crippled to return to the reality of the bar, where people chatted among themselves in a barely distinguishable vocal white-noise. Hennessy picked up her handkerchief & began dabbing away at the perspiration; she shook her head before speaking & let out a breathy giggle. “I don’t know how you do it...but you make some pretty feral sounds. It’s reticent & wild all at the same time--Not like what I do...It’s like...” Her tongue desperate searched to provide an example again & her gaze caught her ring again. “Like a wolf, stalking it’s prey or something. That’s what you sound like.”

#luckyinlxve

((I have a collection of custom made guitar picks which I first starting using for the band. And I just might have paid to get a pick with Adam on it for late night rehearsals.))

*Hides*

#OOC #Mun's Guitar Picks

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Friendly reminder that I commission art for my RP partners.

Feral Sounds: Hennessy & Adam

He gave a small nod. It was a faint gesture, though it was clear enough. He didn’t give out compliments to make others feel better, nor did he do it to make himself feel good. There were few things that could do that, anymore, and this certainly was not one. He wanted only to give praise where it was deserved. “Adam,” he replied. Though he didn’t have any true interest in forming any sort of relationship with this girl, he did enjoy talking to her. He would share his name, though he wasn’t entirely eager to share much more.

Wild. Adam was wild. Truly wild. At least, he was, once. The true wild aspects of his behavior had faded with time, leaving him with nearly none now that the danger of drinking directly from the zombies increased. She had her handicaps, and he had his, allowing him to, at the very least, respect her situation. “Boundaries are inevitable,” he replied with a loose shrug, “even for the wildest of animals.”

Though he did miss being a wild and free creature, it was something that was no longer possible for him. Aside from the filthy blood that constantly threatened, the increased security and paranoia of the country made hunting nearly impossible. He wasn’t entirely sure he would, anyway. It took enough struggle to build up the energy to go to the hospital.

The movement of her body and the offering of the instrument jarred him from his thoughts. If he were still capable of such a thing when without her, he would have smiled. He reached out, gently taking the guitar from her hands. He simply held it for a moment, taking a moment to properly admire it, before he played a note. It felt good, and it sounded good. “That is nice.”