Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 8:46:36 AM)
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Michelle Reyes (Jul 16, 2011 8:49:47 AM)
Michelle had found a spot that while noticeable to anyone who cared to look was not in the most travelled jogging-workout area of the park. She is wearing some black workout tights and tanktop (like these sorta http://cache.abovethelaw.com/uploads/2011/02/woman-jogging.jpeg ). But is currently sitting down, a backpack nearby, she is on a bench and has an old guitar out and is in the process of tuning it it seems*
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 8:53:25 AM)
*Danny had taken up a seat on the fountain in the middle of the park and was fingering out some blues on his acoustic guitar. Closing his eyes occasionally and grooving to the melody of B.B. King or Jonny Lang. His white dress shirt was open at the top three buttons and a tie hung untied around his neck. He looked like he had just come from some high-society party the night before. His hair was a tummult and he was lucky there was a single strand pointing in the same direction of any of the others.*
Michelle Reyes (Jul 16, 2011 8:55:56 AM)
*Hearing another guitar not to far away, Michelle quirked a lip into a smile and then grabbed her bag and made her way in that direction. Once about 10 yards away she set her bag down and started playing, not the same song as him, but something with a bit more twang in it... *
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:00:15 AM)
*Danny peeked an eye over at Michelle and smirked. Easily slipping from his own song into hers, he kept pace and tune with her, leading to a choir effect. He bit his lower lip as he plucked at the strings with his bare fingers rather then using a pick. His head started to nod as he got into the music. The foot started tapping in time with the rhythm as they're two sounds meshed.*
Michelle Reyes (Jul 16, 2011 9:04:42 AM)
*She started picking up the pace and difficulty of the tune, starting up a sort of dueling guitars type feel. A grin on her lips, as she half closed her eyes... her hands moved gracefully up and down the neck of the guitar and over the strings bringing forth a rather skilled sound... probably among the best amatuers around*
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:08:56 AM)
*No slouch himself, Danny kept pace though a beat or two behind as he wasn't among the best amatures around, but he was damned good. The problem was his fingers were fast, too fast actually. Sometimes they would get ahead of his brain and he'd knick a stray cord and shake his head as he corrected for the fingers.*
Dr. Dominique Xavier (Jul 16, 2011 9:08:59 AM)
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Michelle Reyes (Jul 16, 2011 9:10:23 AM)
*Michelle's grin widened as the impromptu improvised competition of sorts occurred, finally her hands slowed and she let out a rich, melodious laugh. Giving an airy exhaled* That was fun...
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:11:57 AM)
*He nodded and set his guitar against the fountain.* Your pretty good, you play somewhere around here or you just come to embarass amatures for fun? *He chuckled as he stood and stretched, his clothing obviously having seen the war stains of a high society party from the night before.*
Michelle Reyes (Jul 16, 2011 9:14:44 AM)
*she shrugged noncommittally* New ta town, dont have any regular haunts o any kind yet. Used to just play out by the bonfire parties back in Texas, occassionally at a bar or somethin. My Ma taught me, she used to say she was taught by a few of the famous Highwaymen of Texas, dont know how much o that is true, but she is good that I know.
Dr. Dominique Xavier (Jul 16, 2011 9:15:38 AM)
- After spending the last 12 hours in surgery, one should be tired, but thanks to Leroi, she was still going strong, so she decided to take the long way home through City park. she had those wayward spirals gathered into some semblance of a bun a tthe nape of her neck, her scrubs, white crocks and her white coat, its pocket heavy with her stethascope. She was currently bopping along the tiny ear buds wedged in her ears, Jill Scott serenading her as she strolled through the park-
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:19:23 AM)
*He nodded.* Well there are a few places around town always looking for good musicians. Your good enough to get on with one of them, might try the Watering Hole over along the river. Small time place but right atmosphere for what you're playing. Should be able to drum up a gig there. *Spotting the doc from the other night, Danny gave her a nod as he rested his elbow on the head of his guitar.*
Michelle Reyes (Jul 16, 2011 9:20:34 AM)
*she nods to that* Will take that under consideration, thanks. What about you, you a regular somewhere?
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:22:49 AM)
Nah I do this for fun, ever since the summer Mother and Father had Mr. Riley give me the basics I've been plucking away at this old thing. *He shrugged and looked at the old beat up acoustic guitar.* It soothes me you know, helps me find my groove for the day.
Michelle Reyes (Jul 16, 2011 9:24:18 AM)
*she takes a breath and nods to that* Focuses the mind, lets things fall in order... yeah, I know what you mean...
Dr. Dominique Xavier (Jul 16, 2011 9:24:43 AM)
- Dom nodded to the gent who did a really great BB king when she glanced over, nodding to tthe woman who made the hairs on her neck stand up, and kept it moving , over to her favorite bench where she bopped into a seat and pulled out her ereader, deciding to kick back and enjoy the warm morning and read a little-
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 9:24:59 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 9:28:21 AM)
((<.< >.> ))
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:29:03 AM)
*He nodded and lifted his guitar, absently plucking out some Clapton.* It just kinda brings the world in focus. So you just got in from Texas huh? how was the trip?
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:29:13 AM)
[sorry got hung up with munchkin]
Michelle Reyes (Jul 16, 2011 9:30:20 AM)
*she smiles a bit* Pleasant enough, New Orleans is still the South, so plenty of simularities... but its not small town East Texas, lemme tell ya. *chuckles a bit lightly*
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:32:59 AM)
*He smirked.* I've lived here my whole life, well other then the trips to Europe, the medaterranian, and what not. It's a good town but a rough one. *He shrugged as he rolled the tune into B.B. King's Lucille.* If you can get by and treat her right, this town will show you magic. If you treat her wrong, she'll chew you up and spit you out.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 9:33:07 AM)
*Tasha drops off a bus that pulled over next to the park. She hopped over to the bin that stood next to the benches on that stop, to dispose her ticket, and then tugs her hands into the pockets of her jeans and starts her stroll into the park.*
Michelle Reyes (Jul 16, 2011 9:34:51 AM)
You got to go to Europe? Been to Greece? *her curiosity piqued she moved to have a seat on a bench near the fountain, setting her backpack beside her and guitar across her knee*
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:37:25 AM)
*He nodded.* spent some time backpacking there, hiked up to the Parthenon, spent some time on Crete. *He looked over at the doc and smirked. He had seen her grooving just a little and that made him smile a bit. He kept on with Mr. King's music as his fingers seemed to know it best.* Must have spent about four months in Greece.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 9:38:35 AM)
*She barely gets through the gates when she already faces a dilemma, the cross of paths to every direction. Her feet take her under the sign post, and she stares at it like it was a hangman with her big eyes, contemplating. Finally, she desides to head to the right, and continues her walk deeper into the park, looking around...for something.*
Michelle Reyes (Jul 16, 2011 9:40:17 AM)
*she grins wide at that, and says with anticipation evident* Tell me more... how were the people? Was it alot different from here? How was the food? the music?
Dr. Dominique Xavier (Jul 16, 2011 9:41:16 AM)
- She closed the book up, and stood, stretching a bit as she began to make her way out of the park on her way hom-
Dr. Dominique Xavier (Jul 16, 2011 9:42:03 AM)
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Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:42:06 AM)
*he shot her a look and smirked* Leaving so soon Doc?
Dr. Dominique Xavier (Jul 16, 2011 9:44:14 AM)
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Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:44:14 AM)
Huh.. guess so. *he shrugged and turned back to Michelle.* It was nice, the country was a bit quaint but the cities were still hoppin, must have seen a party every night. I'll never get used to how the men treat there women over there sometimes, but I guess it's the culture. The food was great though, I must have put on twenty pounds over there, and that was with me walking everywhere.
Dr. Dominique Xavier (Jul 16, 2011 9:44:38 AM)
[ sorry hit the wrong x, but she was on her way out anyway:D]
Michelle Reyes (Jul 16, 2011 9:45:16 AM)
What do you mean how they were treated? *curious tone*
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 9:45:32 AM)
*Hears music, and directs her eyes ahead where it is coming from. She aproahces the people on the bench with a casual gait, gazing them up an down, taking in the details, curiously.*
Dr. Dominique Xavier (Jul 16, 2011 9:46:12 AM)
- Luckily the there was a pause where the music ended, she gently pulled a bd from her ear an looking to Danny- Yes, Sorry .. Long night and I need soem sleep so I can do it all again later tonight
Dr. Dominique Xavier (Jul 16, 2011 9:47:34 AM)
You stick with Bb and leave Coltraine to the sax players - she gave a wave to the woman, awink and a chuckle to the generous guitar player and she was gone-
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:48:01 AM)
*He nods to the Doc.* Cool, catch some sheep then. *He bit his lip for a moment as he reached a particular Vibrato in one of the songs before continuing* I don't know how to explain it, but it was like a second class citizen. Mostly this was in the country or smaller cities. *He nodded to the Doc.* Purist! *He laughed and looked back to Michelle*
Michelle Reyes (Jul 16, 2011 9:48:28 AM)
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Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:49:12 AM)
[wonder if it was something I said. =P]
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 9:49:59 AM)
(Yes it's your fault!)
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 9:50:03 AM)
(jk)
Dr. Dominique Xavier (Jul 16, 2011 9:50:11 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 9:51:12 AM)
(I'm sure she'll come back)
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:51:34 AM)
[*shrugs* I'll give her a few minutes]
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 9:53:45 AM)
(ehh, can't wait) *Her eyes pass briefly on the woman who passes her, and then move back to the people left on the scene. Then she stops, right there at them like she had been invited, and just watches and listens, especially to the musician.*
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:55:26 AM)
[you have no patience. lol] *He nodded to the woman who just showed up as he fingered the guitar. His eyes were half closed as he plucked at the strings. He obviously had some skill, but the look on his face was one of pure groove.*
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 9:56:04 AM)
Hey there. *she grees him casually, and waits for a reply*
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 9:56:53 AM)
*He nodded.* Sup. *he let the song hang for a moment then dropped it, setting the guitar down against the fountain he sat on.*
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 9:58:36 AM)
*Brings a smile to her face now, and the look in her big eyes softens a little from the cautious seriousnss that was in them a moment ago* Not much. *she replies to him now, and pulls her shoulders up in a carefree shrug, her hands still tugged in her pockets* Come here often?
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:00:17 AM)
Only when I'm really screwed up from the night before. *He chuckled and leaned back over the water stretching. He yawned a little and adjusted the dress shirt he wore.* What about you? You come here much?
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:01:34 AM)
Meh. *it was obviously no.* You know Amos? A big coon with mustache and a Harley. Comes here quite regularly to pick up trash.
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:02:40 AM)
Can't say I do. Then again I dont hang out with his type much.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:04:00 AM)
I see. *she comments, and looks him over once more. Then she smiles again widely, almost playfully.* So where did you screw up your last night, if you don't mind me asking? Been looking for a good place for doing that myself...
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:05:58 AM)
There was a party being thrown by Tiffany Devereaux, the usual. Socialites mingling until the drugs kick in, then it's a night of excess and debauchery. *He shrugged and turned to splash some water on his face. He nodded to a cop on patrol and shooed him along, the look of reckognition on the cops face spoke volumes as he moved on.*
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:10:11 AM)
*Follows the man's gaze to the passing officer, and then returns it back to him. She rubs her fingers together in her pockets, and adjusts herself form one leg to the other.* I guess those require an invitation, eh? Too bad for me. *she still smiles in a casual, friendly manner, even if the man was not looking at her at the moment.* How about you? Ever take it anywhere REAL?
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:11:36 AM)
define real? *He chuckled and nodded.* yes they usually require an invitation, or knowing the right person, or just being the right person is sometimes enough.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:13:20 AM)
Hmm.. *she muses to herself for a while, and then moves over to the fountain. She sits on the brim, a respectful few feet awayfrom him but still facing him with certain curiousity showing in her eyes.* What is your name, Mr. Right?
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:14:38 AM)
Braxton, Daniel Braxton the third, but most folks just call me Danny. *He tossed her a raised eyebrow and smirked.* And you? what's your name Ms. thrill-seeker?
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:19:27 AM)
Tasha. *She kept a hint of smile on her face, and leans her elbow on her knee, and her shoulder forward, stretchign her wirey arm and next to a slightly cocky pose you see on some fashion magazines. * No titles to that, sadly.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:20:16 AM)
(next=neck)
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:20:57 AM)
*He chuckled.* The family lost their title a long time ago, I just happen to be the third of my name. *He looked at her and smirked.* Posing for me? *he waggled his eyebrows*
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:21:31 AM)
*quirks an eyebrow* No. Why?
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:22:05 AM)
It just looks like your trying to pose like your doing a magazine shoot.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:24:54 AM)
Oh really. *she sounds amused at his comment, and perhaps caught off guard, because she instantly moves herself, and digs her hand into her pocket, looking that way to look away from him* I didn't realize. Funny that. *She pulls ou a pack of cigarettes, and flicks the top open to offer.* You have eye for such things?
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:26:26 AM)
*He shrugs.* When you don't have to actually -do- anything, you tend to pick up little hobbies here and there. I do some photography on the side just for kicks.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:29:29 AM)
Oh, woah. I hope you didn't bring your camera with you, because I have a tendency of breakgin those things. *she waves the pack of cigs in the ir as she explains, and then brings it to the man again, holding it open for him.* And not with my face, if that's what you are thinking. *she smirks*
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:32:40 AM)
*he shakes his head and smirks* Not a photo person huh? Yeah I usually keep it in my car though. *He kicked open the guitar case and put the guitar away for now.* I never know when some little thing will want her picture taken to try and get in good with me. *He shrugs.* so I take their picture and send them about their way.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:36:02 AM)
Something wrong about little things trying to get in good with you? *she asks lightly and pulls a singular smoke out of the pack, now that the man didn't seem to want any. She sticks it in her mouth and slips the pack away.*
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:38:32 AM)
Only when their after the money, they forget I've grown up with it so the golddiggers get kicked to the curb when I'm done. *he shrugs* Like I was telling the other woman. The city is a hard place if you treat her wrong. She'll chew you up and spit you out, ain't nothing free here in the Big Sleazy.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:41:12 AM)
You don't have to tell me that. *she smirks, the roll of paper and leaf bouncing btween her lips as she talks. She searches her pocket again and puls out a lighter.* And I don't think you can blame them. I mean, the girls. It's not just about money, you know...it's like.. *she pauses tolight her cigartte, and takes a quik pull from it before she continues* ..like waiting for a prince. It's all about fantasy. *she looks to him and smile*
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:45:00 AM)
*He barked out a little laugh.* Well they're barking up th wrong trees. Some of the guys they try and get with are about as sleezy as they come. Hell take Robert Palmieri, he's only interested if their under 18. Gerard DeLeCroix can't get it up unless he's hitting someone. I swear it's like they just see that dream and the money. *He has another laugh at the expense of the willfully blind.*
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:49:00 AM)
*doesn't laugh with him, she looks to the pool beneath them and takes another breath of smoke. She swirls it in her mouth to fill herself with the taste and sensation, and then blows it out through her nostrils.* Yeah.. it's pretty sad. *she says with a slightly depressed tone to her voice, giving him just the wide eyelids as she is looking downward.* Still...would be nice get to those excluive places, one time. Just to be able to go up to some gent and ask him for a house istead of a drink. And just know he could do it if he wanted. *she looks back to him now and smirks.*
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:50:45 AM)
*He looked over at her and shrugged.* Don't fool yourself, most of them will promise anything just to get to do something to you. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a monster and I do feel for them, but when you throw it at ever guy you come across you don't get to complain anymore.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:53:23 AM)
I know that. It happened to one of my friends, actually. Not too long ago. But... well... I hate to say it, but she had it coming. *she takes another quik sip of smoke to shut herself up, and then tilts her head at him.* What about you? Not much for promises, are you?
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:55:36 AM)
I'm a realist. I'm not gonna say I'm perfect, but I know what I have and how to use it. I make no bones about it and warn them up front. But some think they can try and change me, the rest just enjoy the ride while it lasts.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 10:58:36 AM)
*her smirk widens to a lopsided grin* I like that. A fair deal. *Then she tosses the rest of her smoke into the fountain, and pushes herself up* Well, Danny. I'm also a realist, so... I'll just be on my way now. Was nice to meet you. An unxpected thin to happen. *she turns around once more, and sways from oe foot to the other as she delay her departure*
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 10:59:29 AM)
*He chuckled as she moved on.* Running away so soon? *he called after her with a smirk. He kicked open his case an picked up the guitar, strumming it lightly.*
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 11:02:31 AM)
Yeah, I hate the guitar. *she smirks back at him* Come to the docks in 9th ward sometime, if you dare. *after ayinthat she swirls around, and marches of, her hands once again deep in her pockets and shoulders pulled up to lead her forward.*
Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 11:04:23 AM)
*He cocked an eyebrow and shrugged, strumming at his guitar as the rain started to fall. With a sigh it packed up the guitar and made his way towards a white Mercedes parked along the edge of the park. He smiled at her as he passed.* You should probably come get out of the rain.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 11:06:51 AM)
Don't worry, I wont melt. Not all little girls are made of sugar. *she smirks to him again playfully, and then rusn ahead to catc the bus that is jut about to pass the stop at the park. She waves it to a alt and hopps on*
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 16, 2011 11:07:00 AM)
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Danny Braxton (Jul 16, 2011 11:07:06 AM)
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