Friendly Neighborhood troubadour

Sean/Male/Pan/Drifter/Musician  

[sabrinaxsinger]

modernwanderingminstrel:

“It’s really good. Can I keep it?” He asked, trying to focus on something other than the stinging of his bruises, or the haze that the cheap alcohol had left in his head.”Um…” He look down at his bloody knuckles and grimaced, thinking about how badly he felt he had messed things up with Clement and shook his head. “I don’t think so…just had a really shitty day and I guess I’m doing a bad job or trying to work it out.”

“Thanks, I’m glad you like it.” She smiled as she nodded her head, letting him know that it was his to keep. She moved to tuck her legs under her body. Her eyes drifted to his knuckles and she nodded her head. She dug into her bag and handed him a band aid. “I know it’s not much….but…here.” She offered as she gave him an apologetic smile. “Shitty days can make the best of us turn into a mess. So don’t be too hard on yourself.” 

[modernwanderingminstrel]

He took it with a genuine smile. The acts of kindness he’d seen in Klamenth Falls were absolutely outstanding, and this girl was no different. How could such a nice place exist? He wrapped it around the worse of the cuts and folded up the drawing delicately before slipping it into his bag. “Thanks. Things aren’t all bad, I just gotta stay positive. Sometimes it’s just hard to find the silver lining, you know?”

[phdramos-blog]

modernwanderingminstrel:

“Aaaaaawww whose a good baby” He cooed as Carrot nuzzled up to him, the teen still happily rumpling his fur. “That’s actually a pretty great name, I dig it.” It was clever, definitely not something Sean would have ever thought of and it was different than the average dog name.

“Nice to meet you, Pat.” He glanced around at the beautiful scenery looking for a jumping off point for conversation since he felt like he sort of just threw himself into the this guy’s day. “So, uh, you come here often?” The teen grinned mischievously, standing back up and dusting off his jeans.

Although Patrick was practically programming to retain a neutral expression, he tended to smile out of his own modesty - perhaps he could learn a thing or two from the eternally smiling Carrot - but in this exact moment he was grinning dumbly at the compliment. “Oh, um, uh. Thanks!”

Patrick almost wished Carrot could walk on two legs; he almost wanted to verbalize an apology for getting dirt on Sean’s jeans, but he instead paid attention to the other’s facial expression. “Not enough. Most of the time I’m cooped up inside, doing research. How about you?”

[modernwanderingminstrel]

“Research? What do you study?” He asked with honest curiosity. Sean couldn’t help but keep petting the fluffy dog while he was talking; but who could? The teen was a little disappointed that he didn’t think Pat realized that that had been a bad attempt at a pick up line.

“Yeah I come here all the time. Great place to write, and I hand out by the picnic areas and play music a couple of times a week.”

[lilaxjensen]

modernwanderingminstrel:

“Uh yeah.” He started, giving a meek apologetic smile before remembering he was still standing outside in sweatpants and nothing else. Wrapping his arms around his torso he shook his head. “Yeah, no I’m not sick. I just uh…I sleepwalk sometimes and end up in weird places.”

Lila looked at him carefully observant as he spoke. “Well this certainly is a weird place that is for damn sure.” She nodded and laughed ever so slightly. “I wish I had a jacket or something to offer you.” she looked over her t-shirt and jeans. Not a thing on her. “Do you live very far?” 

[modernwanderingminstrel]

Sean tried not to think about how close he might have come to stepping off the ledge, instead trying to focus his energy on not looking like a total weirdo in front of a cute girl. That ship had probably already sailed. “It’s cool, this happens like once a week. Last time I was all the way out in the woods and it was snowing.” He shook his head. “No, I’ve been staying at the junk yard with Vince.”

[sabrinaxsinger]

modernwanderingminstrel:

Sean almost jumped at the soft voice, turning to blink shining eyes at the girl in shock. “Uh…Hey” He glanced down at the picture she had laid next to him, sniffing her picked it up in surprise. “D-Did you draw this?” The teen cleared his throat, trying to regain control of his emotions; raising a dirty hand to wipe the tears off of his face.

Sabrina jumped a little as he did, her features softened as she saw his tear stained eyes. She tilted her head to the side slightly. He seemed so young and small, it made her feel strangely protective. She nodded her head at his question. “Yes, I did.” Her voice was quiet, she didn’t want to startle him again. “You don’t need to tell me…why you are upset, but…is there anything I can do? To help?” She offered cautiously. She wasn’t one to push someone, but she was also someone who would always extend a helping hand. 

[modernwanderingminstrel]

“It’s really good. Can I keep it?” He asked, trying to focus on something other than the stinging of his bruises, or the haze that the cheap alcohol had left in his head.”Um...” He look down at his bloody knuckles and grimaced, thinking about how badly he felt he had messed things up with Clement and shook his head. “I don’t think so...just had a really shitty day and I guess I’m doing a bad job or trying to work it out.”

[lilaxjensen]

modernwanderingminstrel:

Sean spun around, trying to figure out how he’d gotten up here, eyes finally falling on a fire escape. A small voice pulled him from his controlled panic and he peered over the edge to identify who it belonged to. “Oh, uh…yeah I’m good.” He called back, trying not to yell too loudly and draw more attention or wake anyone up. “Just uh…coming down now.” The teen jogged over to the fire escape and quickly made his way down.

Lila watched as he came down the fire escape. Without thinking she walked over to meet him at the base of the steps. She was happy to see that he had come down but still, something concerned her about whatever it was that she had just witnessed. “You sure you’re alright?” She asked as she looked him over. “I mean you ain’t sick or nothing are you?” 

[modernwanderingminstrel]

“Uh yeah.” He started, giving a meek apologetic smile before remembering he was still standing outside in sweatpants and nothing else. Wrapping his arms around his torso he shook his head. “Yeah, no I’m not sick. I just uh...I sleepwalk sometimes and end up in weird places.”

[phdramos-blog]

modernwanderingminstrel:

Sean’s hands were buried deep in his pockets; guitar hanging on his back, mind lost in thought. He was out and about as usual, glad to have fresh air in his lungs and he always felt like he thought better when he was moving. Quick movement tugged him out of his train of thought and he glanced down in shock at the dog barreling towards him. 

He was just taking a careful step back when the, admittedly handsome, owner assured him he wasn’t in any danger. Grinning, Sean dropped to his knees to better love on the cute fluffy animal. “Awwwww poor guy! What’s his name? I’m Sean by the way.”

Patrick seldom smiled out of habit. What with university and life, chipping away at his once optimistic resolve. Once eager expressions were now faint smiles with eyes at half-mast. But ever since Carrot came into his life, Patrick had been learning to find optimistic and comfort in the smallest nooks in life. Meeting strangers, for example: not something that was particularly comforting, but it made interactions feel like something out of Animal Crossing.

His face warm with delight, Patrick loosened his grip on the leash to let his golden retriever nuzzle Sean and show affection. “His name is Carrot, like gold karats. Though I usually go with the vegetable reference, because people understand.” He paused to chuckle at his own lame joke before clearing his throat. “Hi. My name’s, uh, Patrick.”

[modernwanderingminstrel]

“Aaaaaawww whose a good baby” He cooed as Carrot nuzzled up to him, the teen still happily rumpling his fur. “That’s actually a pretty great name, I dig it.” It was clever, definitely not something Sean would have ever thought of and it was different than the average dog name.

“Nice to meet you, Pat.” He glanced around at the beautiful scenery looking for a jumping off point for conversation since he felt like he sort of just threw himself into the this guy’s day. “So, uh, you come here often?” The teen grinned mischievously, standing back up and dusting off his jeans.

[modernwanderingminstrel]

At least it wasn’t raining. 

That was only thought Sean could really get through his head at the moment through the haze of alcohol. He’d fallen off the wagon, and he’d fallen hard. It hadn’t been more than twenty-four hours since Clement found out about Sean’s ‘night job’ and told him he couldn’t house him anymore. He’d had one hell of a day after that…

He fell into the bottle fast. It wasn’t difficult to find a friendly stranger or two willing to buy an eighteen year old some beer, maybe even a small bottle of cheap liquor. He’d tell them he was trying to celebrate, and make up some story and they’d believe him. A few hours later he was shitfaced and in a fight and a few hours after that, he sat in silence in a darkened alley, staring down at the empty bottle in his hands; watching his knuckles bloom and bruise.

His face stung from the punches he took, and he could feel his eyes starting to burn as the reality of his situation finally began to really sink in. A quiet sob hiccuped childishly from his chest, he let the bottle hit the floor with a glass like clatter and pulled his knees to his chest, burying his face in his arms and cried.

[sabrinaxsinger]

Sabrina had spent most of her day wandering around and getting a feel for her new home. Is seemed nice for the most part. People were friendly enough and she was getting a lot of material. Things to sketch, just about everywhere she looked she found something new. Quiet moments of beauty, those were her most favorite to sketch. 

But while on her way home she heard something, she stopped. Turning her head to see the quiet whimpers of a boy. His face buried in his arms. She looked at the angle of his body and the way the light hit him. Without thinking she took out her sketchbook and began to draw a blurred form of the stranger. 

She was careful as she approached tearing out the picture and setting it down beside him before she lowered to the ground far enough away from him so she wouldn’t invade his space. “Hey,” was all she could think to say. 

[modernwanderingminstrel]

Sean almost jumped at the soft voice, turning to blink shining eyes at the girl in shock. “Uh...Hey” He glanced down at the picture she had laid next to him, sniffing her picked it up in surprise. “D-Did you draw this?” The teen cleared his throat, trying to regain control of his emotions; raising a dirty hand to wipe the tears off of his face.

[modernwanderingminstrel]

At least it wasn’t raining. 

That was only thought Sean could really get through his head at the moment through the haze of alcohol. He’d fallen off the wagon, and he’d fallen hard. It hadn’t been more than twenty-four hours since Clement found out about Sean’s ‘night job’ and told him he couldn’t house him anymore. He’d had one hell of a day after that...

He fell into the bottle fast. It wasn’t difficult to find a friendly stranger or two willing to buy an eighteen year old some beer, maybe even a small bottle of cheap liquor. He’d tell them he was trying to celebrate, and make up some story and they’d believe him. A few hours later he was shitfaced and in a fight and a few hours after that, he sat in silence in a darkened alley, staring down at the empty bottle in his hands; watching his knuckles bloom and bruise.

His face stung from the punches he took, and he could feel his eyes starting to burn as the reality of his situation finally began to really sink in. A quiet sob hiccuped childishly from his chest, he let the bottle hit the floor with a glass like clatter and pulled his knees to his chest, burying his face in his arms and cried.

[phdramos-blog]

Rarely did Patrick plan out his walks with Carrot. He’d already spent his days indoors, his eyes frayed from the computer screen and squinting through discount microscopes. Better to deeply inhale the air around the lake and take time to reflect, have his dog drag him around town until he started panting for water. Patrick stood by and watched bicyclists and joggers thin by as the golden retriever dug his paws into the dirt.

Admiring the still water, the leash wrapped around his hand tugged at him as Carrot dashed towards a stranger. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… He’s friendly, doesn’t bite. Err, yeah,” he said, blinking out of coyness. “We don’t usually get out of the house, so he’s really enjoying this.”

[modernwanderingminstrel]

Sean’s hands were buried deep in his pockets; guitar hanging on his back, mind lost in thought. He was out and about as usual, glad to have fresh air in his lungs and he always felt like he thought better when he was moving. Quick movement tugged him out of his train of thought and he glanced down in shock at the dog barreling towards him. 

He was just taking a careful step back when the, admittedly handsome, owner assured him he wasn’t in any danger. Grinning, Sean dropped to his knees to better love on the cute fluffy animal. “Awwwww poor guy! What’s his name? I’m Sean by the way.”

[modernwanderingminstrel]

The crack of thunder woke him up, blinking down in a daze down at the city streets below. The chill of the night air sent shivers up his spine; bare feet starting to hurt from the cold cement on the roof. His heart shot up in his throat, stepping back and away from the ledge. How had he gotten up here? Where was he? This sleepwalking was getting out of control. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck..” Sean swore repeatedly, slapping himself in the head. “The fuck are you trying to do Murmur, what the fuck is your problem!”

[lilaxjensen]

Lila was on her way home. She had a late night shift. She was tired and warn out, that was for certain. As she made her way sown the street, the normal pathway back to her apartment. She was quietly listening to the sounds of the city around here. This place was starting to grow on her. She would have missed it altogether. But she heard the voice. Looking up she saw the man standing there. Her brown eyes widened as she looked up at him. “Hey…are you alright?” She called out, worry present in her naturally gentle voice. 

[modernwanderingminstrel]

Sean spun around, trying to figure out how he’d gotten up here, eyes finally falling on a fire escape. A small voice pulled him from his controlled panic and he peered over the edge to identify who it belonged to. “Oh, uh...yeah I’m good.” He called back, trying not to yell too loudly and draw more attention or wake anyone up. “Just uh...coming down now.” The teen jogged over to the fire escape and quickly made his way down.

[modernwanderingminstrel]

The crack of thunder woke him up, blinking down in a daze down at the city streets below. The chill of the night air sent shivers up his spine; bare feet starting to hurt from the cold cement on the roof. His heart shot up in his throat, stepping back and away from the ledge. How had he gotten up here? Where was he? This sleepwalking was getting out of control. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck..” Sean swore repeatedly, slapping himself in the head. “The fuck are you trying to do Murmur, what the fuck is your problem!”

[thegeniesoraya-blog]

modernwanderingminstrel

“Well shit if you thought it was that good I definitely can’t make you pay now.” Sean laughed.

The genie stretched their neck to the right, then to the left before looking back at him “Being in a lamp for an x-amount of years does that to you,” they shrugged as if that was answer enough then laid back down. “Don’t mind me, I’m just going to stay here for a while longer.” Soraya shut their eyes but then quickly cracked one opened. “Unless, of course, we will be getting breakfast?”

[modernwanderingminstrel]

“You were stuck in a lamp?” He asked, interested. “So are you like a genie?” He sat up and dug through his backpack. “Well, I could always buy us some Mc Donald’s, other than that I think all I have on my is some Pop tarts. But we don’t have to clock out for a few more hours so we definitely have to leave.”

[kennedylucchese-blog]

modernwanderingminstrel:

“It’s just some times regulars start to think they don’t need to pay me…and I’ve had a couple of guys sneak out on me this week. I guess it’s just making me jumpy. Sorry.”

“Hey, hey, hey now. Kid, I like you and this casual thing we have between us. I’mg gonna pay you always you just gotta relax okay? You being all tense up and jumpy isn’t helping your boner situation.”

[modernwanderingminstrel]

Sean relaxed and smiled, nodding. He trusted her, he knew she was right. But this week had been particularly nerve wracking and not having weed or liquor as his usual crutch had him more antsy than usual. “Sorry, you’re right.” He laughed awkwardly, and shifted closer. “So, back to business?”

[willripleys]

modernwanderingminstrel:

Fuuuuuuuck

“Uh that was totally not what it sounded like.” Yeah, okay this lie was going well. “Um…I was with a…friend and I uh….lent him…money?” Shit, this was bad. Maybe he should just level with him. “Look, the whole musician gig doesn’t really pay well. I gotta buy food somehow. I haven’t been drinking or getting high or anything like you asked. Prostitution is the oldest profession in the book, Jesus was even down with it.”

“The bible isn’t a how to guide on life, Sean. Things that were allowed then are certainly not alright now - and prostitution is not legal.” Clement pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed, tired and unsure how to proceed. “I thought you had enough respect for me and the church not do things like this. Klamenth has many reputable businesses where you could be working, and we offer you plenty here. This is a choice, and it’s one I cannot support.”

[modernwanderingminstrel]

“It’s dumb that it’s not legal. It’s a victimless crime. I’ve been doing it since I was fifteen, I’m good at it.” He pressed, reaching around on the ground in search of his jeans. “I do respect you. But my music is more important than some nine to five job. I don’t have to worry about schedules, or being late, I’m my own boss. I can’t get fired...” He pulled his jeans on and stood up. “I don’t have a driver’s license, I never graduated high school, I don’t have any references, I own two pairs of clothes, and the closest thing to an address I have is the church. Getting a job is harder than it sounds.”

[yourwelcometomyfuckinghell-deac]

[thaleiamaris]

modernwanderingminstrel:

“Oh.” He started, struggling between not wanting to hurt a lady’s feelings but also wanting to have some food money. “Well shit, uh I guess first time can be a freeby. Keep you coming back for more.” Sean teased with a wink.

Thaleia smiled softly at the blonde’s comment. “You’ve definitely got a way with words.” She replied before taking a pause. The mermaid felt a twinge of guilt for the misunderstanding of money, and spoke her next words carefully. “How about… next time we run into each other, I treat you to a nice meal?”

[modernwanderingminstrel]

Sean grinned broadly, happy no one was upset and they reached a compromise. He’d never say no to a free meal. “That sounds great. And don’t worry, I’m a cheap date. Couple of slices of pizza and I am a happy man.”

[modernwanderingminstrel]

“Uh, so… you are planning on paying me, right?”

[thegeniesoraya-blog]

“Paying?” The genie frowned. “Was this not a gift?”

[modernwanderingminstrel]

“Well shit if you thought it was that good I definitely can’t make you pay now.” Sean laughed.