A Little Morning Music
Characters: Ban Midou, early risers of Vatheon
Location: Middle District, at a smallish fountain
Time: Morning. Let's say 8 AM
Style: Either or~
Status: Open. Very very open.
Other: Random early-morning show. Feel free to mingle, threadjack at will, and Ban'll talk, too. My tags will come a bit later 'cause I gotta run to the doc's. o/
Finally, time to relax and go outside without having to defend oneself from the living dead. It's still a little too early for Ban to be up and at it already - he's usually not a very early riser - but lack of sleep from the zombie apocalypse means he's been up at the crack of dawn for the last week and a half. At least during the quiet time between zombie attacks, he's been able to at least take his instrument out and clean it up a bit.
He didn't quite know why he decided to do it. Probably because hell, it was a nice morning for once, and he was getting tired of just listening to the radio. Live music was the way to go at a time like this - Klavier's mini-concert at the library had been inspiring - and he hadn't played in a while.
The coffee cup was in his left hand, the instrument case in his right. When he reached a fountain, Ban sat down on the ledge, pulling the case into his lap. The coffee was put down beside him; a moment later, the case was at his feet, and he set the violin on his shoulder, a small smile on his lips when he began to play.
Location: Middle District, at a smallish fountain
Time: Morning. Let's say 8 AM
Style: Either or~
Status: Open. Very very open.
Other: Random early-morning show. Feel free to mingle, threadjack at will, and Ban'll talk, too. My tags will come a bit later 'cause I gotta run to the doc's. o/
Finally, time to relax and go outside without having to defend oneself from the living dead. It's still a little too early for Ban to be up and at it already - he's usually not a very early riser - but lack of sleep from the zombie apocalypse means he's been up at the crack of dawn for the last week and a half. At least during the quiet time between zombie attacks, he's been able to at least take his instrument out and clean it up a bit.
He didn't quite know why he decided to do it. Probably because hell, it was a nice morning for once, and he was getting tired of just listening to the radio. Live music was the way to go at a time like this - Klavier's mini-concert at the library had been inspiring - and he hadn't played in a while.
The coffee cup was in his left hand, the instrument case in his right. When he reached a fountain, Ban sat down on the ledge, pulling the case into his lap. The coffee was put down beside him; a moment later, the case was at his feet, and he set the violin on his shoulder, a small smile on his lips when he began to play.