If You Lost Your Soul On the Underground

[man_nav_naudas]

WHO: Raivis and Everyone
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon, May 4th- evening to ???
WHERE: Liberty's Botanical Garden
WHAT: To honor that which has been misplaced, misguided, and in the remembrance of everything or the forgetting of only one, bring a candle and let your troubles burn.

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Mingling.

[oranje_windmill]

Willem had been on his way home when he'd heard it. The rich, dark sounds of a cello, floating to him across the air. Confused, and a bit intrigued, he followed the sound till he came to a fountain in the middle of a garden he'd passed a dozen times.

He didn't even notice the boy sitting there, all his attention caught by the young woman playing the cello. He didn't recognize her at first glance, the colors of her clothing throwing off his perception. But then he took in those blonde curls, the mocha skin, the face he'd held cupped in his hands so many times, and felt like he'd been punched in the gut as he realized he was looking at Johanna.

He knew he should go, now, before she saw him, but he couldn't. Instead all he could do was lean against a nearby tree, watch her loose herself in her music, and remember why he had always wanted her even when it became obvious they were not meant to be.

He's move in a moment, he decided, before she noticed him.

Mingle mingle mingle :U

[oranje_windmill]

He hadn't meant to be there when she opened her eyes, but she caught him before he could leave. So he stayed where he was, not wanting to back away like a coward but not wanting to step forward in case he was too much in her space.

"Johanna." he replied, his voice carefully neutral. "You still play very well."

He looked around at where they were.

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything."

Mingling with whoever~

[puffin_magic]

Even though Valdi knew he was content with life at the moment, he had a million and one reasons to be there

Re: Mingling with whoever~

[danskannabis]

This was for his father, who had passed several years earlier, who had been his biggest fan, the model of a parental figure in his life

Mingling

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre had been uncertain if he was even going to go. He had dealt with recent issues far more openly than he normally did, and he didn't necessarily want to add another incident

Minglinggg/open

[5minutetheft]

The click of monotonous presumbably emanated from the heel of a woman's shoe. The night was burdened with many stars, the very same specks she had pointed at when she was younger. Those nights chimed with mirth and even the memory of it carried the same tune. It harmonized with ambient rustle of the cascading fountain, lulling her so that she may be captured by reverie. Even the smell feigned familiarity; there were flowers everywhere. Oh yes-- that's right. Like her father had said, on nights (or settings) like these, her mother is up there with the stars, watching them. That twinkle just there was her smile. "Buna seara, printesa mea," cooed an unearthly voice.

Nicoleta shook her head to shake that thought off; honestly, she had no idea why she was here tonight. Rather, she felt as if she was summoned by something unearthly - it couldn't be God, even though Katya made sure that Nicoleta was anointed back into faith. Faith. What is faith? She never really understood it. Yet so many people nod their heads in agreement to never

[man_nav_naudas]

"Neither do you."

There were no polite pretenses here- he had been shaken from his reverie and the retort had been made quicker than his mind could take the shift from past to present.

"Th-that's the point though, isn't it?" Curling an arm around a crooked knee, Raivis gave her a neutral glance, a lingering analytical stare. "No one comes here because they're at peace. They c-come because they seek that. Or because they want or need or h-have no one left."

The cool, drafty room in his apartment (an empty house was not a home, not really). The belongings not his own tossed haphazardly about.

He wondered if this woman had her own version of those waiting for her. Considered her situation- of which he knew nothing- and felt a pang of guilt for having been so rude. "Please forgive me, I didn't mean to make assumptions."

[5minutetheft]

Nicoleta retracted her hand after hearing him speak. She didn't whether she should feel sorry for him or not; either way, a staid expression remained. The woman stared at him as if she was offended, but quickly gave him a small smile to admit that she was not.

He appeared little in stature, but had jaded eyes. Suddenly, there was a small string of jealousy inside her that was concluded to be harmless yet was puzzling.

Hesitating at first, she replied, "No no, I'll tell you that you were partially right." The woman feigned another smile - a habit of hers whenever she is under the weather. "I shouldn't be bothering you. If what you said applies to you, then I'm only intruding." However, she didn't leave right away.

Rather, she wanted to hear what the boy had to say. She had secret twisted intention to hear what sort of tragedy the boy was going through to suffice her grief.

[missile_crisis]

He honestly wondered why he was here, standing off to the side with a dog at his heel. The years should’ve been enough to make anyone forget. Maybe it was true, what they said. You never forget your first

Solitary

[lizzypan]

It wouldn't take long