Don My Clothes [JOHNNY]

[phoenix oasis latimer]

The summer was a welcoming time for the borea, as she woke up to the warm morning sun dappling her skin. Nights were much more comfortable, and she didn't have to waste what little, precious money that she had on blankets. She wasn't cold all the time. Her mood was considerably better than it had been during the bitter months that had just passed, since she'd arrived in the town. More people were outside. More people would listen to her. More people would be willing to help her out. Because the sunshine not only meant that people were out for longer anyway, it also meant that everyone's spirits were lifted. Not just hers. Yes, Phoenix enjoyed and took advantage of the summer months a great deal.

She always had been an early riser, especially since she'd run away from home all those years ago. She knew that it was good to find a hidden place to sleep, and to get out of it as quickly as possible. Public places weren't good for sleeping in, because the more people saw you, the more people would cast aspersions on your living situations. And she hated the social stigma. If people didn't see you sleeping rough, then when they saw you busking, they'd assume that you had a home, that it was just a hobby. And she preferred it that way. She didn't want the pity (or unsolicited hatred) of people that didn't need to give her sympathy or malice. She knew her place. She knew she was there to entertain, not to get friendly with people who could just turn their backs on her anyway.

The night before, she'd found a nice, leafy tree to settle in, and had just woken herself up. She looked down at her clothes, considering changing them, before looking up at the sun and judging the time to be roughly 10am. Shit. She'd overslept. Her eyes went wide as she scrambled down from the tree, grabbed her few possessions and stumbled to the park, where she'd decided to work for the day due to the good weather. A change of clothes would just have to wait. She was okay with that. They still looked fairly clean, if a little crumpled from her night in the tree.

She sat down on one of the benches, laying her violin case carefully across her lap. She needed to be careful here, because if anything were to happen to her violin, then she'd be royally and completely screwed. And so would the person that was responsible. This was food, clothing and life itself to the scotswoman now. Other than her... alternative methods, which she really didn't want to have to resort to full time. Even though she could do it all the time if she so pleased, it was a scary path to take. She would do it if were necessary, but it was preferable that she didn't, thankyouverymuch. She was fairly happy with what she was doing right now, and didn't really want it to change.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Johnneh!
Notes: 83
Lyrics: The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy

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[johnny tudor ashdown]

Bored. The young vampire was totally and utterly bored. He was sitting in his recording studio, swinging around on one of the new chairs he'd brought. Swivel chairs were just the best. But. He was bored. So, sticking a post-it note on his chair with the words 'Jimmy - no dogs allowed on the leather'. With a soft smirk, he got up, put on his blazer - when did that coat stand get there? And decided to take a walk. Walks always helped him to cure his boredom. He needed to get himself some sort of life. No. He needed work. He needed to sign some damn people to his recording company.

The vampire was stuck in these thoughts as his legs carried him to the park. He needed to sign some artists. He had thought he would get people instantly. His first thought being Pandora. But no. She'd decided to become a dance teacher. A dance teacher. And when he'd pushed her? He got a spiel of she didn't want that anymore. That she didn't want to spend a year on tour. Away from Northvale. Why'd the damn witch have to fall in love? It just caused complications.

He finished his mental rant as he reached the park. Taking in a breath, smelling the fresh air, and.. two werewolves, a faerie, four sorcerers and.. a metal borea. His eyes scanned around to find each person he'd smelt before they landed on her. The borea. She was beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. And she had a violin. The vampire was instantly happy. This little trip down the park was the best idea he'd ever had. Running a hand through his hair, he began to walk toward her.

He took a seat next to her on the bench. But his mind couldn't waver from how beautiful she was. Why on Earth hadn't he seen her around before? His eyes turned to the gorgeous woman and he smiled. "Hi there, beautiful. I'm Johnny Ashdown, co-owner of the recording studio. You play?" he said, gesturing down to the violin case on her lap. He hoped she did. And he hoped that she was good. He also hoped that the girl was unemployed so he could snap her up to work at the recording studio. And. Well. A part of him also hoped that she was single. He would very much like to take the beautiful young woman out on a date.

outfit;; clicky!
tagged;; open
notes;; Such a flirt
lyrics;; beekeeper's daugher by all-american rejects
credit;; Spitze

[phoenix oasis latimer]

She couldn't help but appreciate the feel of the sun as it illuminated her pale skin. It was so, wonderfully warm, more than she'd experienced for a while. It also made the area around her looks so much brighter, so much cheerier, bringing what could only be called a smile - a rarity - to her face. The park was still fairly empty, apart from about... seven or eight other people, which was pretty mediocre for a day like today. However, it as still pretty early. Well, not early, but it wasn't exactly the peak time for people to already be on their way out. No, that time would come in around two hours, when people were going out for lunch with friends, or for when parents would be taking their children out to the park to play for a while.

After sitting with the case on her lap for a while, just eyeing it, as if she was formulating some kind of plan as to how to go about her business, she purposefully clicked it open. The pleasantly musty smell of the case and the actual instrument itself was a comfort to the 20 year old, as she peered down at the pine of the violin and smiled a little again. Two smiles, and all before midday! This day was a good one, it was a good one indeed. But then, few things managed to make her smile like warm days and her breadwinner. Both proved to her that she could make it on her own. And she liked that feeling of independence, she really did.

If she hadn't been paying so much attention to the violin and how she was going to go about her business today, she probably would have just gotten up and allowed the man that;d sat next to her to just have the whole bench. She was rarely in the mood for the small talk that strangers attempted to make about the way she spent her days - dancing with a violin under her chin and a bow in her hand. Some people could be awfully judgmental and, well, the woman despised it. If only they knew, was half of what she thought. She never spilled, though. Her history was the only weakness that came to mind, and if she were to tell anyone, who knew for certain that it wouldn't make a mockery out of her?

When the male's voice sounded next to her, she quickly looked up as the case snapped shut. It appeared that, in her haste, she had knocked the lid down. But it appeared to all be fine. Just a man talking. Not that she ever took things on face value, but she knew that she could protect herself if she needed to. Still, her eyebrows shot up on the word "beautiful", as if to say "Excuse you." If she'd been in a worse mood, she probably would have snapped at him about it, because no. You didn't just go up to a complete and utter stranger and call her beautiful, you saved that word for someone that would appreciate the meaning behind the word. Using it on a stranger made a cheap, dirty, underhand flirting technique. Ugh.

And, although her eyes had narrowed, she was distracted by his comment about the violin in her lap. And so it began. Here would be where she explained what she did, and got judged for it. Oh, well, she had been having a good day. In response to his question, though, she merely nodded and met his gaze with hers. He was... admittedly attractive, but still. She just had to remember to be polite. As hard as that was. "I suppose you could say that," she replied to him, accompanying the nod she had just given.

Oh, and he'd introduced himself before that. Johnny Ashdown. Recording Studio. Honestly? She didn't care. But she supposed that it was only fair of her to do the same as he had done, and introduce herself. "Oh, and I'm Phoenix Latimer," she said briskly. "It's nice to meet you."

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Johnneh!
Notes: 83
Lyrics: The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy

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[johnny tudor ashdown]

So, she didn't like being called beautiful. Hmm. That puzzled the vampire. The way that her eyebrows had shot up at the word surely meant that she didn't like it, but why? It was in Johnny's knowledge that all women liked to be called beautiful. Especially from a man as handsome as he was. It made them melt. But this Borea was different. She didn't like the compliment. In the depths of his mind, he actually began to feel admiration toward this young woman. She was different. Not your average, run-of-the-mill woman that he could bed in a second.

Her eyes had narrowed in irritation toward the word and Johnny was actually going to apologize but then she nodded to his question about the violin. He adored classical musicians. There was a certain skill, a finesse to playing such old instruments. At her words to accompany the nod, he found himself laughing softly. "You suppose? My dear, you aren't very confident about that are you?" it briefly registered in his mind that okay, she probably wouldn't have liked being called 'dear'. It was something he called nearly every woman he met - not out of disrespect but it had become second nature to him. When you bed so many women.. well. You learn to give them all one name as not to mix them up.

His thoughts briefly turned to the time he'd called Aria Redferne 'dear' one too many times. He still shuddered slightly at the thought of the boils curse she had used. It had stunk. The smell was simply putrid. And apparently she didn't know a charm to clean it off once she'd taken off the curse. He'd later asked Pandora about it. Apparently there was a cleaning charm. The lying witch. But it made him laugh. That Redferne lass was strong too. It seemed the women of this supernatural city all had a backbone. Johnny was impressed.

As she introduced herself, Johnny couldn't help but think what a beautiful name she had. Phoenix. It suited her. The fiery bird for her fiery personality. He knew that the 'nice to meet you' was most likely done out of politeness more than it actually being nice. He'd bugged her by calling her beautiful - which she was. But, he could be polite too. Heck, he was polite. A flirt, yes, but he was polite too. Years of living in the aristocratic world. "It's very nice to meet you too, Phoenix. And I must say, I adore your name. It suits you. But, are you as musical as your namesake?" he asked her. He wanted her to play. He'd love to hear her playing. Watching as her bow glided across the strings. But it was up to her whether she would play or not. 

outfit;; clicky!
tagged;; open
notes;; Such a flirt
lyrics;; beekeeper's daugher by all-american rejects
credit;; Spitze

[phoenix oasis latimer]

The Scotswoman lifted an eyebrow at the comment about her self confidence. She hated to admit it, but really? She got arrogant sometimes. Of course, she quickly managed to put herself back in check, but that didn't mean she never got cocky. Every time she did, it ended badly, but it didn't stop it from happening. The borea was not lacking in self confidence at all. If she did, even for a moment, it wouldn't have kept her alive. Simple as that. She did't have time to doubt herself, so she never did. She didn't want to go explaining all this to a stranger on a park bench, though - it was none of his goddamned business, if you asked her.

And dear? Ugh. Shudders.

"If I wasn't," she began, tapping her violin lightly with one finger, "Would I really have brought this all the way out here?" Maybe she was being unnecessarily sarcastic or impolite or something, but that was good. If he didn't want involvement, maybe it'd scare him off. The only people that were really worthy of her were people that could put up with her like this, anyway. That was pretty much how Phoenix Latimer worked in a sentence. First impressions were everything, and if you didn't make a good one? Bye.

She had to admit, she absolutely loved her namesake. Even though it'd been her parents attempting to give her a "quirky" and "unusual" name, she still adored the mental picture of the fiery bird rising from the ashes. There was something almost symbolic about it to her now, after the events of the past few years. Nothing could leave a permanent mark on her. Or at least, that was what her name made it easier to believe. She obviously wasn't untouchable, but something about the mythological creature gave her something to look at and be proud of. It was her, and she loved it. So her opinion of the man sat with her raised the slightest bit on the comment about her name. At least he had good taste.

The question the male had asked lingered in her mind for a moment before she formulated an answer for it. Are you as musical as your namesake? Maybe she owed it to herself to show him that she didn't lack self confidence in any way like he'd first thought by showing him that she could play. Besides, she had to start working any moment now. Entertaining the masses, maybe not going hungry tonight. That would be wonderful, more than she could ever really ask for. Even though she would have jumped at more if she could have had it, she was content with what she had now. To a certain extent, at least.

"Why don't you tell me?" she responded, getting up from where she was sat and laying her case open on the ground. She didn't know which piece she should play first; there were several that she'd learned over the years, her favorites being the more recent melodies, but still. She stood for a moment, thinking, before elegantly lifting her bow to the strings and playing the piece she'd learned most recently - My Immortal by Evanescence. She's loved the song growing up. And maybe it was a but of a slow way to start the day, but she could pick it up if necessary.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Johnneh!
Notes: 83
Lyrics: The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy

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