tampered | Blue lit night

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Current Location: Blue Light
Current Music: Jazz

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Blue lit night

Who; Aion (

jiyuna_togabito) and you~!
What; Enjoying the music and coming to see Jill perform. Anyone to join him for a nice evening~
Where; Blue Light in Overground
When; August 25, evening
Rating; PG-13
Log;

A quiet Thursday evening. It seemed as though his mind was everywhere these days. Perhaps a relaxing night was in order. An easy task and what better way to spend such an evening but by scouting out a place with good music. He recalled Jill performing this night too. A good way to start a conversation with anyone who'd care to join him and the perfect ice breaker to pry. A small hole in the wall type place. He was certain he was bound to meet someone interesting.

Dressed in his usual white attire, he sat in a private booth with a drink before him as he stared off towards the stage.

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As Aion enters the Blue Light and finds his seat, Jill is of course at her spot at the piano in the middle of a set and in the middle of this song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bpz7hAzB3lA). During the song, the tender brings over a refill of the bloody mary she'd been drinking and takes the old glass away. After a sip, she starts in on this song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCeAaBVcTow). And she follows it up with the last song of her set, a little familiar piece for the patrons of the club, this song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pA-RwQhRN7g). People did always seem to like the familiar, and afterward she gets a nice applause.

She stands, finishing her drink and moves to the bar to get a refill. Tonight she's wearing a nice black halter-top dress that sinks kind of low in the back. Lucy had once told her she had a nice back and it had unfortunately gone straight to her head, seeing as she didn't often get compliments from people. Of course since she had never met Aion, she wasn't sure if he was even here. So she just waited for her drink and turned her back to the bar to lean against it and look over the patrons of The Blue Light for the evening.

Edited 2011-08-26 04:30 (UTC)

Each piece unique in its own way, despite not knowing any of the ones she had played tonight, Aion enjoyed himself to the very end. Seeing her walk over to the bar, he swiftly stood with his drink in hand and decided to approach her. A slight raise of his glass to her, he smiled and spoke in his charming tone.

"Bravo. Your performance was magnificent, Jill Leighton."

[ooc; Omg, I'm terribly sorry for the delay! OTL]

Jill offered a small smile and a nervous nod at the approaching stranger. She was always awkward and nervous at first, it was just the rule of thumb with her. It was when he spoke and she heard his voice that she had an idea of who he was. Her smile softened just a bit and she offered a small hand to him in greeting.

"Aion?"

ooc: It's okay! *hugs*

He took her hand and gently brought it to his lips as his greet before releasing it. "We finally meet. I've come as I spoke I would." He softly chuckled as he placed his near empty glass on the bar counter.

"You have quite the talent."

[ooc: Thank you =TTWTT= <333 /huggles]

Well, that was a first, being greeted with a kiss to her knuckles. It was right out of a storybook. But this was reality which kind of left Jill speechless for a few seconds before she finally forced herself out of her thoughts and back into the present to speak again.

"Oh, thank you. I'm glad you could make it. Did it turn out to be your kind of music?"

"Frankly, more than I had expected." he lightly laughed. "Though none of them sound familiar, which makes me wonder. What era are the pieces from?"

He waved the bartender over to refill his drink before glancing her way again. It wouldn't be the first, considering which he was from.

"They're all from the nineteen thirties. That was really the best era for jazz piano. All the good stuff was written then, sometimes with the accompaniment of a bass, trumpet and drums. How Deep is the Ocean and Sophisticated Lady were both written in 1932, by Irving Berlin and Duke Ellington respectively. Over the Rainbow, usually referred to as Somewhere Over the Rainbow by the masses was a dual project. The lyrics were presented to MGM studios by one... something Harburg for The Wizard of Oz movie that was in the works. I can't remember his first name, but the music was later put to it by Harold Arlen with a little help from Judy Garland herself... which is interesting because she was a woman who had little say in her career because of her age and gender at the time." Of course Jill could talk the hind leg off a mule when it came to music. It was the only area in her life that could without a doubt, at all times, make her ramble to the point of almost saying too much.

She of course realizes she's talking so much and blushes profusely, clearing her throat and more than glad when the bar tender places her bloody mary drink on the bar top for her. She gulps down a big drink of it and then offers Aion a small, apologetic smile. "Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed it somewhat. I love playing. It always calms me down... makes things as right as they can be."

1930s. Hm, not that off. But certainly could this gal talk. Passionate and enthralled in what she does. It was good considering how short of a life span they had. At least she has a drive unlike the rest though all foolish nonetheless. When she finally blushed to take that breather, he forced a smile to keep in good spirit.

"Calm hmm... Are things often not as right as you say?" Aion encouraged for her to continue as he took a sip of his own drink.

Jill wasn't normally so talkative. But when it came to music, she found she couldn't stop. It was her passion. Music has saved her life, really. And it was really the only way to get past the initially awkward to break the ice with her. So obviously Aion did that well.

When he smiled, she offered a small smile in return. "Oh well... I'm just kind of a mess on the inside. You know... not right. But when I'm around a piano everything's okay. Which is weird, I know..."

Mess on the inside? Not right? That certainly piked his interest. On what scale was she speaking in terms of? Simply psychological stress that all humans seem to go through or something else?

"..What sort of mess?" he softly prodded more to clarify his thoughts. His eyes focused on hers, giving her his undivided attention. Something women seem to always desire and fall for.

Jill instinctively lowered her gaze when he stared into her eyes. It was telling of the kind of person she was, the kind of person to always back down or shy away, but she couldn't help it. It was just who she was, or who she had become over time with the hand life had dealt her.

"Uhm... the emotional... psychological kind of mess. You know, not normal." She considered that a brief moment with a quick sip of her drink. "Although here 'normal' seems to be on a whole other scale."

His gaze fell with hers as he observed her odd behavior. Not normal. Humans always bothering with what's normal and not. Emotionally investing in something as that was simply a waste of time and effort. His expression slowly shifted to that of a stern look. He debated whether to even bother opening his mouth for this one but why not? He was making connections now, wasn't he?

"What does it matter, what's normal and isn't? It's a single opinion of another and nothing more." he calmly stated with a small sigh. "Aren't all creatures meant to do what comes natural to them?" The corner of his lips curled to that. That's right. Don't feel... act.

For a moment she considered that. He was right, of course. But Jill was a walking contradiction of fragility and strength. Fragile in so many ways and yet there was no way she would still be alive if there hadn't been some kind of inner strength to pull her through the tumultuous life she had had. But she had also been told often enough how messed up she was and with that kind of consistent repetition, was prone to believing it.

She looked back up to Aion as she sipped at her drink again and offered him a small smile along with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "What's your opinion? Do I seem normal to you? You seem normal to me." Of course her ideas of normality and the alternative were somewhat skewed. And as an afterthought she adds something else. "I like your hair."

Seem normal. What mattered to him was not that he was normal but true to himself and only to himself. No one else needed to know, especially Chrono. Hence why he too was a walking contradiction in a way. Speaking of his denials in some cases and forcing through with his beliefs.

Her last comment made him snicker a bit as she had pointed out one of the least normal thing about him. Even this skin... "You seem as well, though truly, I've yet to find out now, don't I?" he playfully answered. She may be human but was she one of the "gifted" ones was the real question.

"Oh, well just in case there's any question I'm more normal and ordinary than normal and ordinary." She knew that she was boring and was more than willing to admit to it. Of course, her boring status had magnified tenfold here with all the extraordinary people and creatures from all over the place. She wasn't even a blip on the radar of gifted or special.

"The only thing I really excel at is the piano." And of course then she realizes she's under-selling herself the way Lucy always said she did. So she adds something else. "And... watching... football. I'm good at that too. Oh and running. I run pretty well, in a normal running kind of way." Cause some people here had super speed.

Her sudden burst of information threw him off as if he were an interviewer or something. Well, he sort of was but he simply wasn't expecting this. "Any question, hm." he softly repeated amused and pondered a bit. A circle of his glass and a sip, he finally spoke.

"Then how about, what is it you desire?"

Her eyes almost seemed too big for her slender face as she looked wide-eyed at him in response to the question. She was trying to figure out what he meant by it and how to answer it. What did she desire? What did she desire? She stalls by sipping at her own drink again and stirring it up with the celery stick garnish that had come with it. How did anyone answer that question? Jill did have a tendency to over-think things. Her mind always slipped to the deep dark recesses if given enough time. And she tended to go there much quicker than most.

"Uhm..." She tilts her head and pushes the messy waves of her hair back behind her ears. Instead of continue to slip into those shadowy thoughts, she decided to ask him to clarify. "What do you mean?"

What did he mean? That too counted as another he took as unexpected. He didn't think it was a hard question. Even a human knows of their desire whether it be something as simple as craving a particular food or something of his scale. He slightly straightened up and faced her more, perhaps even leaning in a little closer.

"Is there nothing you desire?" he gave it another shot with a bit of a forced smile. "I was under the impression that a girl of your age has plenty." He attempted to take control of her attention by staring into her eyes. She was too good at avoidance.

"Nothing that you would do anything in the world for?" the devil seductively spoke his words.

Jill was very different from most girls her age. She had learned at a very young age not to want anything because she never got anything she wanted. Quite the opposite. And on top of that, Jill was one to avoid most things and over think most of them as well to the point of allowing things to pass her by.

The way he was looking at her now, it was a little mesmerizing and when she looked up, her eyes locked with his. Eye contact wasn't something she often made and held onto. But she did with him for now.

"Maybe for Lucy to be happy. She deserves happiness." Jill answers him. "She's my best friend, like a sister. I don't really deserve her but she's always been there, you know?"

Ah, that woman from before. Aion returned a somber expression to that. Selfless. What was she trying to prove by stating something as that? But nonetheless, he picked up on a weakness she has worth noting just in case.

"And for yourself?" he edged her on, attempting to juggle her mind.

"For me?" Jill furrows her brow, draws a deep breath and tries to think of something she might want or desire for herself. This shouldn't be so hard. But it was.

"Mmm... maybe to be more self-confident, like Lucy. She's... I mean she just puts herself out there without even thinking twice." Jill shrugs. "Me? I second guess everything I do. I'm always looking for an angle with other people. Like why they do things, or..." Her eyes narrow a bit, a corner of her lips tugging upward. "Like why you're even talking to me."

He watched her ponder more when she finally answered and that answer was self-confidence? Weak and pathetic human. The type on the lower end of the food chain as well. At least the overly robust ones had drive. This one...

He couldn't help but laugh a little louder at that point. "Why am I even talking to you, huh, ha ha ha." he playfully repeated. He partially wondered why as well though even if it didn't mean much, he had a motive nonetheless. "To find a good resource, of course. Make connections, find out who they are, what they do. Where they stand." he darkly spoke his last sentence.

"Often times people are driven on a motive and persevere towards it. Whether it be something they do or say." His lips curled to the last. "Shall I guess why you're speaking to me?"

"A good resource?" Jill smirks and shakes her head, finally pulling her gaze away from his and sipping at her drink again. The only drive she had in regard to herself was music and survival. Humans could be monsters too and Jill had lived with monsters for most of her life.

"My motive? I guess it's to get lost. It's safer when you're lost... in music or in a movie or in a book. Things are better there." Which probably made no sense to anyone but herself. But Jill had always been a little different than most humans. It was why she didn't have many friends. She was the weird, broody, dark, emo chick. "I think you're interesting. But why do you think I'm speaking with you?"

An escapist, of course. Though those were always the easiest ones to maneuver. Her friend was in the right to be protective. This one would be swallowed in an instant here.

"To push those barriers and live for once." he began with amusement heard in his voice. "Seeking a strength which will allow you to break free of those thoughts. A different sort of escape, one could put it. Humans have always innately desired power, asking themselves what if more than doing it. A weakness they have that requires assistance to overcome, don't you agree?"

His own obvious amusement with his answer makes her almost smile, but then his words sink in and she knows he's right in many aspects. She lifts one slender shoulder, a half shrug as she considers his question. "I've never really desired power, just... safety, I guess. I think some people just try to survive, power be damned. But I do admit to imagining things more than doing them... which is sad, I know."

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