#inablinkgone

[hanabisays]

@inablinkgone

She had woken up in a rather unfamiliar surrounding. The room she woke up in was clean, well kept, and had a lot of cute objects that she knew, she was not even allowed to keep. She was surprised to see things that were unfamiliar to her.

Then, when the singer stepped out into the world, she was greeted by bright light. A sun, the sound of people chattering...People and not...

...She was surrounded by people that looked like her and for those that didn't---they walked amongst the humans.

She feels disorientated. As if she's taken a very long nap and woke up confused. she is confused.

it's only natural that she'd reach for the nearest person, fingers wrapping at the ends of his sleeve, "E-Excuse me."

[heclingmuzik]

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Ismael strums the electric guitar idly, but gently as to not drown out her's and Till's conversation. "I haven't been playing long. I started playing ever since I met my partner. Sal's a really great guitarist and taught me how to play."

She strums again and asks, "how long have you been playing?"

[evedefense]

@inablinkgone

β - This man was either in a foul mood or he had an aggressive personality. EVE couldn't be certain either way, but she wasn't the type of person to leave someone alone just because they were a little brusque.

"Is something the matter? Anything I could help you with?" From experience, sometime those behaviours could be a cry for help. It was also possible she might have been sticking herself into business where she didn't belong, but she'd step away if so.

[isolaradiale]

hello! hopefully this works but i'd like to, upon prior reserve, app Till from Alien Stage! his application can be found with the url /app or under the appropriately named link at the top of his blog

Welcome!

You'll be staying in HOUSE 113!

You'll be given a toy guitar.

Enjoy!

--Mod Lyra

[foreverembrace]

"Till."

He can't help but smile in response, eyebrows raised as he is tugged forward, and his hand curling into a fist - all recognizable, even if his outfit isn't. Ivan tilts his head to the side, being shaken. It's been a while since he's been yelled at - most people here are perfectly pleasant. He feels almost out of practice, but that selfish desire to be the center of attention on the teal eyes across from him rears up, familiar as a bruise.

Clenching his own hand into a fist, he swings it forward, making contact with Till cleanly given their proximity. Two children brawling in the middle of the street.

"No, I'm not an idiot."

He stays calm, observing Till's reaction, allowing himself to be tugged to and fro as needed. His reactions are almost doglike, encountering violence with violence, but he still responds as a human would:

"I knew exactly what I was doing. It was my choice." The scars across his abdomen itched, almost as though they knew they were being spoken about. "Were I to attack you, I would lose points. Were it to go to far, I would be shot either way. You would win, even if you gave up." He cocks his fist back again, waiting for Till's response before swinging again, but he needs to ask, a curiosity tickling the back of his mind: "Did you think I didn't know what I was doing?"

"Ivan."

He'd recognize that face anywhere. (he couldn't forget it - couldn't remember it - what did it looked like the last time he'd seen it - spent hours obsessively trying to capture it) Till feels a familiar rage boil inside him, and he lets it fill him up because that's better than feeling nothing at all. At least the anger gives the illusion of control over anything in his life.

Without any preamble Till marches up to Ivan and grabs the front of his shirt, abruptly yanking him until they're face to face.

"What is your fucking problem?!"

Till shouts in Ivan's face, shaking him roughly and dragging him closer. Maybe if they're close enough, Ivan will be able to see how royally pissed-off Till is. Maybe if Till is close enough, he'll finally be able to see what the hell goes on inside Ivan's head. Till feels his free hand curl into a fist. They haven't fought since they were kids but Till itches to punch Ivan in his stupid face. Instead, Till gives him another shake.

"What the fuck was that?! Are you a fucking idiot?!"

No need to clarify. Till knows Ivan knows what he's talking about.

@foreverembrace

[the-clock-goes-tick-tock]

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[hanabisays]

Breathing proves to be difficult when the world YOU know is turned upside down. When all you've ever known was...

Well, in this strange place, everything is just INCREDIBLY overwhelming. Her hold on the other's sleeve is tight. If she lets go, she might sink into whatever mystery. It's scary. It's frightening, and she doesn't really know what to do.

Shouldn't she be excited?

Saetbyeol almost doesn't hear his question, but she does and she nods slowly. "Yes...I'm--," she nearly choked on her own saliva. She tries again, "I'm not sure where I am. This isn't the stage."

It wasn't unusual for Till to be blasting music through his headphones so loudly that he didn't know there was someone talking to him until a tug on his sleeve. It wasn't even unusual for Till to be approached by a random stranger on the street. Lowering his headphones from his ears, he turns around.

"Hm? Need somethin'?" What is unusual is the unhappy expression on the teenager's face. Clearly, this isn't about to be the 'hi I loved you on Alien Stage can I please have your autograph' type of conversation Till was expecting.

Immediately, he tries to school what his agent unaffectionately calls his 'resting bitch face' into something more neutral.

"Whoa- hey- are you okay? Do you need help?"

[heclingmuzik]

"Yeah, you know? That's one of the things I like about this place. It introduces you to a lot of new things." She's met so many people both good and bad and from it, she even picked up a few things.

"My first instrument was the violin! I guess also my voice. I love singing too. It's part of why I made Starberry. I figured there were people here who had the same feeling as me. People who appreciate and love music and ya know!" She gestures idly with her hand before adjusting the guitar back again.

"Wanna have a jamming out sessh with me real quick?"

"Dunno." Till shrugs one shoulder non-committally as he fiddles with his borrowed guitar's frets. "My training started really early, it's one of my first memories."

Till usually isn't one for small talk, but with the guitar in his hands, his body language is more relaxed. His usual scowl slightly softened.

"It's good to have people around you that introduce you to new things. There's two instruments I can play just because my friends gave them to me. What about you? Play anything else?"