you own it (morgana)

[{danny}]

don't control yourself
this your life you own it
said you own it
so live it up.

Sometimes parents were kind of... clueless. Essence could leave the house and they didn't notice. Essence can ditch school and they wouldn't notice. Perhaps it was because they weren't such trouble-makers when they were kids (which Essence doubts). So, to-the-point, Essence just left the house at eight in the morning with out her parents noticing, and it isn't like they were going to work today. Skipping out of the door with her guitar in her hand and a pair of smexy sun-glasses on her face, she felt joyful - the weather was so perfect today (for winter) - what was there to hate about it?

The dry ground under-neath her canvas and rubber shoes made a... peaceful sound under Essence's feet, and seemed to please Essence. With her guitar on a sling, and totally spun around so it was on her back, she couldn't exactly skip, but she could... prance? She just didn't know exactly where her feet were guiding her, though. Essence settled on scanning around, and then when she found her destination, she would settle - like a bird I think. As she rounded to the semi-crowded part of town (since it was considered early right now), she could easily squeeze through with thoughtful "Excuse me!"'s and "Sorry!"'s.

A restaurant? I'm not hungry. The store? There's nothing to buy. The District Square? What's the point? Library? Not with a guitar. Essence didn't know where else there was to go, so she just lurked around the side-walks waving to the people she knew and not waving to the ample people she didn't know. The park was never a childish destination for Essence, so she decided to settle there. Strumming along playfully on her guitar, Essence couldn't decide if she did or didn't want anyone to come.

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[Morgana]

Stand up straight,
Do your trick.

Dep was in a pissy mood. But then, when wasn't he? He always had something to mad at, it seemed. The stupid dogs peeing on his stupid guitar case, stupid Harvard getting drunk on his stupid beer, and his own stupid self for forgetting to buy stupid food for stupid breakfast. Whatever. He didn't care anymore. So what if he starved to death? So what if Harvard spent all day passed out on the couch? So what if his guitar case smelled like guitar piss all day? He was done with all the stupid shit in his stupid fucking life. He slung the strap of his guitar over his shoulder and left the house, banging the door behind him. If a puppy had crossed his path just then, he probably would have kicked it and felt no remorse.

Dep wasn't sure where he was going. He just had to walk for a while, let his mind settle from rage down to anger, and then to just a mellow, empty shell. That was how it went, usually. He let all his frustrations build and build until he couldn't take it anymore, and then he did something with it. Sometimes he took the same route as Harvard and stole bottles of beer, downing one after another with hardly a breath in between. This usually ended with him passing out or vomiting. In both cases, he crossed his fingers that Harvard wouldn't find out. Harvard was, in most cases, a pretty mellow guy. If Dep yelled at one of the dogs or touched them in any way that could be considered harmful, Harvard got angry. But other than that, Harvard had never really seemed to care much what Dep did. But then, Harvard had never caught him doing anything really bad, like getting drunk for what seemed like a stupid reason.

Luckily, Dep wasn't in the mood to vomit up his guts today. Instead, he let the cool air clear his head. He took in deep lungfuls of the air as he headed into town, listening to the soft chirps of winter birds. Already he could feel his rage dissipating, wafting away and into the crisp morning. At this time of day, there weren't too many people out, but the ones that were there chattered quietly among themselves. A soft peal of laughter bubbled through the air, and Dep found himself almost smiling. It usually took longer for his anger to fade, but it was such a nice day out, he was having a hard time keeping a firm grasp on it. What he could use just about now was a nice park bench where he could sit and play his guitar for a while, maybe sing a bit. He'd never cared if people listened to him play or sing. He wasn't shy one bit. In fact, he loved his ability to attract crowds.

Dep's fingers were starting to get cold as he approached the park, so he paused on the foot path to pull a pair of black fingerless gloves from his jacket pocket. After sticking his fingers through the holes and adjusting the gloves so they fit correctly, he continued walking. A short while later, he reached his favorite park bench. It faced a stretch of grass that rose slightly into a hill and was lined with a thin stand of trees. He sat down and moved his guitar so it sat in lap, then started tuning his beloved instrument. As he did so, he tried to decide what song to play. He knew plenty. Many were songs Harvard had taught him, back when they had something of a relationship. Many more he'd learned from others. There were also the songs he'd written himself, but he was more hesitant to play them, unsure if they would be liked. It was easy to play songs other people had heard of and could sing along to. It was anything thing entirely to play something new, something that held a tiny piece of himself that could be easily crushed. In the end, Dep just played around a bit, his fingers striking random notes and chords. The music didn't make much sense, but that was alright. He was just warming up, after all.

[{danny}]

Don't control yourself,
This your life you own it,
said you own it.
So live it up.

In an alternate universe, Essence realized, I could be sitting one inch over on this bench. Essence was now only learning theories of science... at least that interested her. She was amazed to learn that in an alternate universe - if they do exist (of course they do!) - she could have blond hair, or she could be dark-skinned, or her parents might not have died... When she had realized that, she tried to forget about it. Trying to forget about something is impossible I LOST THE GAME if you keep reminding your self to forget about it. Essence, although acting like it wasn't bothering her, stopped strumming her guitar when she heard someone doing something funny on the parallel side of the park. It sounded like a blasphemy to her but when she saw the boy she realized why.

The boy was simply tuning up his guitar. Essence - having previously put the guitar back in it's case to carry it over to the other side to examine the scene - sat down in front of the boy on the bench. Without making direct eye-contact with him, she took her guitar out of the case and started warming up, as well. Of course she did scales because that's the professional thing. After all, in an alternate universe, a person could get arrested in District 10 for playing random notes for no reason. Starting with the C scale, then D minor, the F major, Essence warmed up. Now looking up at the boy, Essence spoke to him. "Can you play anything good?" she joked. After laughing - more giggling except her mouth was opened when she laughed if that makes a difference - Essence shook her head and said "I'm just playing with you, I'm Essence."
work in progresss. essence is like oh well i can play with you on out guitars if you like lol eyelash flutter overdramatic but she's joking. i think she's gonna act all sarcastic idk but i know that this might evolve so...