Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2013 18:30:25 GMT -5
She let out a long sigh and set her blue acoustic guitar on its stand to her right. Her fingers were sore from all the motions that went along with playing her music. A deep voice laughed at her defeated posture. "Its sounding good, Roz. I think your audience will love it." She leaned forward so her elbows rested on her knees and rubbed her temples. "It is missing something. I don't know what but it needs...something. I don't know if it will be ready in three days when I'll have to sing it on stage..." She frowned at the brunette in front of her and he looked at her with a smile. "Sometimes I wish you weren't so happy-go-lucky about everything Nate. Its depressing. You're a Fallen Angel for crying out loud! Why aren't you all glum and mopey like normal outcasts." She crossed her arms in front of her, pouting. Nathaniel just let out another deep laugh and stood up from his stool, then he walked over and put his arm around her narrow shoulders. "Because I know how to move forward. You cannot dwell in the past, love, otherwise time will leave you in the dust."
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The memory evacuated her mind, leaving a thick blanket of confusion along with a major headache. Rosalind despised this feeling the most. The partial memories that take over her thoughts and then leave her with questions. When she tries to go back to the memory and expand it, it leaves her head throbbing to the point of nearly blacking out. That on top of the anxiety attacks that come up sometimes when she is just going about her day, can leave her feeling pretty sh*tty. Time to battle depression. Her weapon of choice? Booze.
Rosalind landed softly on the pavement in an alley and shifted from her black hawk form to her slender human figure. She pushed her ebony black hair out of her eyes and walked out onto the mouth of the dark avenue. Her violet eyes flicked left and right to make sure that a stray pedestrian had not seen her little phasing episode. Reassured, she walked around the corner to the bar she frequented when she was in this disheveled state of mind. She strode in and made a beeline for the open bar stool that was right smack-dab in middle of the long counter space. It wasn't exactly her favorite place to be but at least it meant she wouldn't have to wait long for a bar tender to notice her. She made her order and tapped her fingers on the wooden bar top as she waited for her order. The sooner I can get alcohol in my system, the sooner I can shut my mind off and finally have a little bit of peace.
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The memory evacuated her mind, leaving a thick blanket of confusion along with a major headache. Rosalind despised this feeling the most. The partial memories that take over her thoughts and then leave her with questions. When she tries to go back to the memory and expand it, it leaves her head throbbing to the point of nearly blacking out. That on top of the anxiety attacks that come up sometimes when she is just going about her day, can leave her feeling pretty sh*tty. Time to battle depression. Her weapon of choice? Booze.
Rosalind landed softly on the pavement in an alley and shifted from her black hawk form to her slender human figure. She pushed her ebony black hair out of her eyes and walked out onto the mouth of the dark avenue. Her violet eyes flicked left and right to make sure that a stray pedestrian had not seen her little phasing episode. Reassured, she walked around the corner to the bar she frequented when she was in this disheveled state of mind. She strode in and made a beeline for the open bar stool that was right smack-dab in middle of the long counter space. It wasn't exactly her favorite place to be but at least it meant she wouldn't have to wait long for a bar tender to notice her. She made her order and tapped her fingers on the wooden bar top as she waited for her order. The sooner I can get alcohol in my system, the sooner I can shut my mind off and finally have a little bit of peace.
