everybody wants to be tied to the truth! (penn)

[EDDY ARIEL ROUX]

The world was quiet today, and Eddy enjoyed it. She didn't have any gigs today, and was instead sitting around the park with her guitar case, free to play when and if she felt like it. The choice gave her a sense of power and security. Leaning her head back against the edge of the wooden bench. The sky was a bright blue as she noticed, and without a cloud in the sky. It'd be a wonderful afternoon, and a wonderful night- smiling at her thoughts, Eddy sat up slowly and reached for her case. Flipping the tabs to open it, she pulled out her secondhand guitar and turned the case at an angle with her feet to face the cobblestone path. Scrounging for cash like this was occasionally demeaning, but it still helped pay the bills for her dingy apartment, so it was worth it. Tuning the guitar absentmindly, she glanced around at the people who walked past. Usually in pairs or groups, Eddy envyed the few looking genuinely happy. Noticing a couple sitting on another bench like her own swapping spit, Eddy cringed momentarily before finishing up tuning. Strumming and humming a little to make sure she'd done a decent job, she strummed the strings absentmindly to a few warmup songs she knew.

Eddy enjoyed visiting the park so far. It'd been the only place she'd really spent more then an hour at in the city so far, still being insanely new to the large city. She felt relatively safe here, probably a false sense of security- but eithier way, it made her feel safer then more open areas of the city, and so she spent most of her free time here when she wasn't working or trying to find someplace to work. Sitting on the bench in a pair of her favorite boots, shorts and a flowy top- she felt at ease with her guitar plastered to her ribs. Tapping her foot and she strummed quietly, people walked past without a second glance. Running a hand through her hair as she paused for a minute, she checked her phone in the large tote bag next to her right side on the bench, she flicked through a few messages before turning back to her music, picking up the guitar and starting off a Grace Potter song she liked to cover, strumming her fingers carefully.

The song by title of Big White Gate waved it's first few notes through the park before Eddy's calm voice followed it, keeping the tempo. "My body's acing from laying in this bed
I went singing in the rain and the cold got to my head, I don't know who's paying i just know what the doctor said. 84 years of a sinning life and in the morning i'll be dead, I had three daughters. A new man for every one, The only man that i ever loved. Left me with my only son, I was a no good mother. I was a no good wife. There's only one thing that i did right in this godforsaken life.

Saint peter won't you open up the big white gate. Cause i heard about forgiveness and i hope it ain't too late, I ain't no holy roller but you go tell your king. That all the folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing. Oh, yes they would.

I sang to my children, Before they strayed so far. I sang for my lovers, Or a nickel in a tip jar. I never knew jesus. I never read the good book. But on my day of dying, I'm giving life a second look.

Saint peter won't you open up the big white gate, Cause i heard about forgiveness and i hope it ain't too late. I ain't no holy roller but you go tell your king, That all the folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing.

It's coming on time now, My body's getting cold. I've got no will i've got no prayer, My story's all been told. I'm ready for the land of fire, But i'd love to see the land of gold. So nurse bring me my guitar, One more song before i go.

Saint peter won't you open up the big white gate, Cause i heard about forgiveness and i hope it ain't too late. I ain't no holy roller but you go tell your king, That all the folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing." Midst her song, she watched people walk by and toss change into the case, smiling at each person as they walked past. As the song came to a close, she looked down at her guitar again, sitting silently and thinking of the few notes she'd done wrong- analyzing why she had messed the few parts up before glancing up, noticing someone standing right there. Raising an eyebrow high up, she waited for them to speak first, although placing the guitar back down into the case- even if barely taking her sight off of them, a tad rigid and on edge about the stranger.

WORDS 901
TAGGED Penn/Femicks!
OUTFIT Coming soon?
STATUS Completed!
NOTES <3 Grace Potter.
CREDIT Graphic andd coding done by meh =D

[PENN KINGSFORD WENTWORTH]

Penn walked with his head down, the light was hurting his eyes. He had a very bad hangover, and every little thing made his head pound. He hadn't done anything for it this morning, because he had wanted to wallow in self-pity. He wandered around the park aimlessly. He had woken up with the need to burn some energy, and nothing on his schedule for the day. He loved days like this. It gave him time before he went out to the bars.

He heard some music drifting over from another part of the park, and walked towards it. It made his head pound, but the sounds were pleasant. He stopped just short of standing right in front of the girl. He wouldn't want her to notice him, and think he was too interested. He studied the faces of other people as they walked past. Some were disapproving, some were eating the music up. The thing about this city was that everybody had different taste. Each person had an opinion, and they loved to make it known. He felt the corners of his mouth tugging themselves up at the words to her song.

The song was one he had heard before often. His mother liked to play it from time to time, but he thought it was better the way this girl sang it. There was true emotion in it. As she closed the song, he walked a bit closer. He stopped a few feet in front of her. "You make it sound as if it is true about yourself." He smiled brightly at her. She had talent, and he wondered if she knew it. He was willing to bet that she wasn't all high and mighty about her skill. It endeared her to him, but he would probably never admit it to anybody. "Do you sing and play for people often?" He heard himself asking. He dropped a few bills in with her collection.

"I know how to play.. but I can't sing at all." He admitted. He hated his voice when they had forced him to sing in the school choir. He had been going through the whole puberty thing, and his voice just loved cracking on him. Now, he was twenty-one, and hand't tried singing since. It had been a pretty trumatic experience. It had hurt his pride, and left him wishing it had never happened. "May I see it?" He gestured to the guitar. It had been a few months since he had played. His friends had tried starting up a band, but usually they just ended up to drunk to actually play.

[[I'm not sure if I like it. xD ]]

[EDDY ARIEL ROUX]

Blinking at the boy as he complimented her singing, she blushed slightly and rubbed the back of her head, balancing the guitar with her elbow. "Uhm.." she said quietly, not really knowing how to answer the statment. Deciding it wasn't really a question persay, she just let it slide and looked up at him with a curious look. Wondering why he had paused to talk to her, since it was Jersey- stopping to talk to people on the side of roads wasn't exactly a safe or normal practice. Feeling her mouth twist into a sly smile as he smiled so brightly, she tapped her finger on the wood surface, humming quietly as he stood for a minute. After a few seconds of silence other then the people talking variously around them in the park, he asked another question and slipped a few bills into the case. "Uhm.. first- thanks, and secondly- yeah. I try to at least, I usully do more of a.. late night bar scene thing. Or try to-" she sighed slightly at herself, chewing the inside of her cheek as she thought to herself.

It was a few moments before eithier of them spoke again. But she glanced up politely as he spoke, smiling slightly. "I've always been decent at singing I guess.. But I only started playing a few years ago. I've played piano all my life though.." she liked this company, he seemed interesting. Judging by looks, he was about 2 or 3 years younger then herself- and probably in college. Which at the same time gave her a sense he was probably a snoot, and that he was probably rich. Althought Eddy was rarely biased, she had met enough college graduators to know that they had a certain arrogance around her drop out self. Shaking her bangs back, she raised an eyebrow as he asked to see her guitar. Hesitating for a minute, she stood up and handed it ginergly to him, before sitting back down and leaning back, wondering what he planned to do.

WORDS 345
TAGGED Penn/Femicks!
OUTFIT Coming soon?
STATUS Completed!
NOTES yahawnn. fail </3
CREDIT Graphic andd coding done by meh =D

[PENN KINGSFORD WENTWORTH]

Penn studied her blush intently. He liked it when he made people blush. It boosted his ego, and that was always good. He needed his ego constantly stroked. He wondered if she was always as quiet as she was being now. It put him slightly on edge. It made him worry if something he said had been the wrong thing. He wasn't used to second guessing himself, and it annoyed him. "Which bar?" He demanded. He wondered if she had played while he had been there, drunk. He wondered if he had made a fool of himself in front of her already. He wondered if that was why she wasn't very receptive to him.

"Piano, why?" He asked. In all honesty, he thought that piano was one of the most useless instruments. They had no spot in present day music. They had been shoved out of the limelight. They were getting out of date. He took the guitar from her carefully. He had come to respect the art of playing. He did a few warm up chords, and then looked at the woman. "What song would you like for me to play?" He smiled at her. He could definitely play for her while she sang. It would give her more room to focus on the words, and give her voice more strength. He kneeled on the ground in front of her, resting the guitar on his knee where it was more comfortable for him to play. He began the first chords of the song she mentioned.

[EDDY ARIEL ROUX]

Eddy blinked as he asked about which bar. "Pandoras." she said simply, raising an eyebrow at his demanding voice. "Do you go there much?" she asked, doubting it. He looked like too much of a pretty boy to have spent time in the laid back bar. She liked it, but he did look like the kind to find it boring. And the tone of voice he took made her even more sure. Humming again before he asked another question about piano, she raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" she said somewhat sarcastically back, getting a sense of him not being appreciative of the instrument and feeling the need to protect it's classicalness. "And because I grew up with it, and I like it. It's originial." Shaking her head to move her bangs out of her face again. Looking at a few people as they walked past, she smiled softly at a little girl skipping past with her father.

At being asked what song, Eddy raised and eyebrow, thinking over what to chose. Settling on another Grace Potter song as he seemed to know those, she ran her mind over the ones she knew. "Do you know Some Kind Of Ride? By Grace too?" she smiled at thought of the faster paced song. She never really enjoyed slow songs, they didn't give her the same adrenalline rush she enjoyed from the thrill of a fast song with meaning. Smiling as he said he could play the song, she watched him lean on his knee and scooted forward on the bench, not wanting to appear bored, and to make the lung flow better then her slouching. As the first few chords echoed in the small area, she matched them with a strong voice she let rumble from her throat, giving it a rustic yet soothing sound. "I believe you try to read too much between the lines- And you wonder why I don't separate my heart from my mind. Broken down let go you always seen to be in the know. And you move me just so, I can't tell if you're for real or for show.

Well you're setting me up for the big collide, All I know is that you're taking me for some kind of ride.

Got your hands on the wheel, I can't believe how you make me feel. Oh you let me down so hard I fall over like a playing card. And I believe the lies 'til they hit me right between the eyes, Open up come inside you'll be surprised what you might find.

I believe you try to read too much between the lines- And you wonder why I don't separate my heart from my mind.

I said you're setting me up, setting me up! setting me up, ohh, setting me up for the big collide, All I know is that you're taking me for some kind of ride, oohhh, some kind of ride! Oh oh ohh." Smiling as she sang, she swayed to the catchy beat, dancing slightly in her seat as she sang with a strictly indie rock song voice. Clapping a little on the beat at the instrumental moments. A few people gathered around, dropping coins and bills into her tiny pile. Smiling as she finished, she glanced at the insides of the case and thought of how she could have her first actual meal in a while. "Thanks!" she said enthusiastically, looking back to Penn. "You're pretty good.. What did you say your name was again?" she asked curiously, smiling brightly.

WORDS 604
TAGGED Penn/Femicks!
OUTFIT Coming soon?
STATUS Completed!
NOTES <3 Grace Potter.
CREDIT Graphic andd coding done by meh =D

[PENN KINGSFORD WENTWORTH]

"I go there when I'm without my friends." I smiled slowly. "It is a very calm place. Like a breath of fresh air. Good place to drown your sorrows in peace." He told her. It was true, he liked to go to Pandora's when he was feeling particularly bothered. He ran away from his problems instead of facing them head on, and he knew it. He was a coward, but it wasn't news to him. "It seems like a dead art." He frowned thoughtfully. "Not many people are too enthused about it any more.. At least, you don't hear about it." He gave her a blank look. He wondered again if he had said something wrong. He was used to replying without thinking or even caring.

"You must really like her music." He mused. "Yes, I know all of her songs." He answered her. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, rembembering the day he learned that particular song. He picked out the rythm, never hesitating. He gave it his all, surprised at how easily playing came back. He supposed it was a bit like riding a bike.. Once you learn, you have it for life. He gave himself over to the song, letting the words touch his heart. He opened his eyes to watch the song come alive in the girl's face. It gave him chills. As the song ended, he cleared his throat. He shook off the eerie feeling that the song gave him. It reminded him of home, as sad as it was. It reminded him of his mother.

"I'm Penn." He offered her his slightly calloused hand. It proved that you could still be good looking and work hard, or so he liked to think. He watched as people dropped more money in her case. It made him feel better about his skills. He knew he wasn't nearly as good as some people, but he wasn't a lost cause. When it came to singing-that was another story. "And you are?" He lifted an eyebrow. He had a habit of raising one when he asked a question. It sometimes annoyed people, and sometimes made others laugh.

[EDDY ARIEL ROUX]

Furrowing her eyebrows at his dead art comment, Eddy shrugged slightly, letting the topic fall although she disagreed wholy. She knew when she couldn't get her opinion through to some people, and this was one of those times. Chewing the inside of her cheek again. As he talked about Pandora, she felt her eyebrows raise a little in surprise. "Hmm..That's refreshing." she said quietly. "I've never really noticed many.. university kids there." she nodded, scratching the back of her head absentmindly. As he mentioned Grace again, Eddy blushed a little, something she was prone to- "Yeah.. I really do. They're.. smart. I guess, is my word for them. I envy her voice too." she laughed lightly before they started the song.

Once he introduced himself, she shook his hand and smiled slightly. "Vedetta. But call me Eddy." She smiled as he looked slightly proud as some more money was dropped into the case. "It's rewarding, isn't it?" she asked, laughing slightly. "I almost like it more then something more organized.. Having people to stop and take out money for me just feels better." she smiled at Penn lightly. "So you go to the University, right?"

WORDS idk
TAGGED Penn/Femicks!
OUTFIT Coming soon?
STATUS Completed!
NOTES faillllll. sorry.
CREDIT Graphic andd coding done by meh =D

[PENN KINGSFORD WENTWORTH]

As he watched her face, Penn could tell that she had gotten a bad impression of him. She figured he was a stuck up jerk. Well, she was probably right. He tended to be both, and on top of that he really liked to drink. "Yes. My friends tend to like the more rambunctious scene. They succeed in making me go with them quite a bit." He smiled fondly. If he had his way the only places he would go would be Pandora's and Sureshot, but he wasn't about to tell her that. "You don't need to envy her voice. You have a beautiful one of your own." He assured her. He didn't think she was fishing for compliments, but they never hurt, right? Most women liked them, especially when they were from him.

"Vedetta. I'm not going to lie, that is a strange name," The corner of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. "But of course, for a girl as unique as yourself, you couldn't settle for a run of the mill name.. Could you?" He teased her. He smiled as she explained how she felt about playing out here. "I suppose I understand." He murmered thoughtfully. In all honesty, he would never accept this as a job. He had to have something more stable. He needed consistency. "Yes. I'm going to be a lawyer." He told her. "Do I look the part?" He straightened his clothes and raised his shoulders. He offered her his signature wink, and ran a hand through his hair. He was joking with her. He could never let a conversation stay serious, no matter what it was about.

[EDDY ARIEL ROUX]

Well the compliment was slightly unexpected. She hadn't really been praised on her voice in a while, so she simply smiled apprecatively and muttered a thanks. But the bit about a more upbeat scene wasn't. Go figure, she thought to herself. Although the boy did seem a bit less annoying as normal university students Eddy had met so far, she could still couldn't see him being at a bar or tavern she normally prefered. And sure, that was a little bit bias of her, but bias was what the world was built on according to Eddy Roux.

His comment on her name being unusual was typical as well. Eddy had never really liked her frilly full name. It didn't suit her, didn't show off her more earthy nature. Whenever someone called her by it, she felt odd and out of place and like she should have pigtails and be wearing a coture sundress or something like that. Pulling out of her thoughtful state, she looked at him again as he said a somewhat charming statement. Raising an eyebrow, she chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment. "Thanks."['b] she said simply, not knowing how else to respond. "But, since we're being honest people- Penn isn't exactly a run of the mill title eithier." she smiled softly.

Lawyer, that was something Eddy couldn't help but have not expected. Raising an eyebrow slightly at the boy she would have figured was getting an art degree a minute ago, she coughed somewhat as he straightened his outfit. Stifling a laugh, she responded to his question with a strictly teasing tone. "I suppose." her answers were usually short and to the point if she couldn't think of anything else clever to add to it. Laughing slightly at his wink, she smiled sweetly in response. Drumming her fingers on the guitar's surface again, she glanced at her phone as it lit up in her bag. Looking back up at the boy, she raised an eyebrow. "So, where are you from?" she asked curiously again.

WORDS 352
TAGGED Penn/Femicks!
OUTFIT Coming soon?
STATUS Completed!
NOTES yahwn.
CREDIT Graphic andd coding done by meh =D

[PENN KINGSFORD WENTWORTH]

Penn was unsurprised at the reaction he revieved from the lady. She hadn't seemed to like open praise all that much. Maybe it embarrassed her or something. It obviously made her uncomfortable. He made a mental note to compliment her more, because it was funny to put people out of their element. He always liked to keep people on their toes, and this girl was one who was irresistable when it came down to it.

He liked watching her face as she thought. It was full of expression, and it told him almost more than her words did. He was getting used to trying to read people, and he thought she was like an open book. "You are most welcome," he replied quickly. He liked to hear himself talk sometimes, and he wondered if she was getting annoyed by him yet. He had that affect on some people. "Typical." He murmered. "People like to point that out." He smiled at her. "My dad drunkenly convinced my mother to name me after the state. Not the full thing, just the first four letters." He smiled ruefully. He was tired of the story already, having only told it twice. He wondered how many other people would point out his misfortune.

"Bah! Why not a straightforward response?" He demanded. He knew that she was teasing him, but he was a bit self-conscious about his wardrobe. His father had never given him too much money to spend frivolously. "It's so hard to make you laugh," he frowned. He wondered why she held back. It irked him a little bit. "I'm from Manhattan... You?" He was actually curious. She didn't sound as if she were from around here.