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Post by Ramon Sanchez on Aug 16, 2014 22:18:00 GMT
Ray was up early and headed to the address he had gotten to see the bear. Dressed casually in faded jeans over a black tank and grey hoodie, his adidas made very little sound as they crossed the pavement. Place was just opening up for business and in he slipped heading to the counter. Checking out the wares and smiling. He asked the girl behind the counter for a couple beignets and a cup of cafe au latte. Settling with his meal and opening up a news paper to be unassuming and unthreatening as possible. Knowing any others like him would realize he wasn't human but any humans would be none the wiser.
Eating slow as to give time for his target of conversation to show up, and also just enjoy the deliciousness that was in front of him. The talk with gates last night had been something strange but at the same time life changing. There were whispers of things going down with one of the other groups something bout the snakes which he'd personally never met any of. Thumbing through to find the local reviews and seeing their names pop up the critiques were fair for the most part tho one was a bit scathing referring to himself as a half talented bon jovi meets whitesnake. That one hurt a bit and he let his lip curl at the writer and decided hed send him a gift.
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Post by Jackson Anders on Aug 17, 2014 4:26:54 GMT
Jack strolled down the street singing to himself. Though he was singing for himself his voice rang out for the world to be labored with. He’d gotten up early even as he wasn’t scheduled to open today. The world seemed brighter his feet moved along the pavement at a pleasant clip. He didn’t pay it much thought that so far those he’d passed had either tried joining in or simply found their way into whatever drink they had at hand. If he had to make his living he knew he could busk his way into at least a small apartment but he doubted he’d live well enough to support the life he had grown accustomed to. Absent-mindedly moving towards the bakery switching to a song that wasn’t Dixieland but he enjoyed all the same. He was actually more of a rock guy but he felt that as he was New Orleans resident now he owed it to the world around him. My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back in his younger days
Prohibition was the talk, but the rich folks walked to the woods where my Daddy stayed
Jugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here, they ain't miners
They came from the twenty-niners
It didn't take a hole in the ground to put the bottom in their face
Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried
And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light
My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire
Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire
Scrap like a wildcat fights till the end
Trap a wildcat and take his skin
Deal from the bottom; put the ace in the hole
One hand on the jug but you never do know
Stopping in the doorway the next refrain on his lips he looked around as the scent of swarm hit his nose. He’d heard that the swamp-rats in New Orleans were not to be trifled with. He wasn’t horribly afraid just wary. The other sleuth didn’t pay no never mind so he did his best to affect the same easy-going air. As he’d stopped in the doorway; he smiled and bowed to the early morning diners. “Good Morning folks I am Jack Anderson and I will be here all week. I am glad you’ve heard me.” Moving to the Rodere hiding behind his paper, “If ya like tips are appreciated.” He said holding out his hat to not only the rodere but his neighbors in the area. |
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Post by Ramon Sanchez on Aug 18, 2014 0:33:35 GMT
Ray was not hiding but it made him laugh the bravado of the bear knowing hed been made, he put the paper down dug out some cash and then one of his management cards wrapping it in the money. Slipping it into the hat and then applauding the man softly. " that was all fine and well mon ami but your pitch needs some work and you can tell it is not your favored style to sing, if you take requests maybe some smoke on the water. I'll even start you off" We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
His voice was smokey and rich , no vibrato and caught the air around him. He kept, his eyes on the man almost encouraging and also challenging. He wanted to see what this one had but, it would be a delicate process and have to begin with the first start the first step. Waiting to see if he'd pick up the verse or if he'd have to keep singing but they had all the eyes in the room on them both.
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Post by Jackson Anders on Aug 18, 2014 1:08:36 GMT
Jack picked up on the song the moment that the rodere began singing he waited until his favorite part chiming in his voice not as smokey. His range an octave higher the two voices merging at, “Smoke on the water, fire in the sky… No, we all deserve to die
Even you, Mrs. Lovett, Even I.
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
For the rest of us death will be a relief
We all deserve to die.
And I'll never see Johanna
No I'll never hug my girl to me - finished!
Alright! You sir, how about a shave?
Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.
You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave.
I will have vengeance.
I will have salvation.
Who sir, you sir?
No ones in the chair, Come on! Come on!
Sweeney's. waiting. I want you bleeders.
You sir! Anybody!
Gentlemen now don't be shy!
Not one man, no, nor ten men.
Nor a hundred can assuage me.”
Seamlessly moving from one classic to another Jack ranged and prowled vocally in the background of the rodere’s singing. A smile on his face he had not realized that they’d drawn more than a passing glance. He enjoyed singing for singings own sake and often found himself singing just because. Having company was a pleasurable sensation. So much so that he’d even begun to act out the scene in his head some as he moved to and fro a few feet one way then another giving full play to the audience about them. |
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Post by Ramon Sanchez on Aug 19, 2014 2:22:46 GMT
He could not help but be entertained and when the song was done he bowed to the bear and offered applause as well. The place ran riot with similar applause and his hat would probably see much donation to it. When the crowd calmed he cleared his throat and went to speak to the man one on one. " I am Ramon Sanchez also known as Dirty of the band Remi's revenge and also music management. I think maybe I could get some venues interested in you if you like, I also heard the beignets are all on you mon ami so bravo there as well they were quite delicious"
He let a bit of his charm and manipulation roll from him but would not let it be obvious, making that hand shake and compliment a very well receivable handshake and compliment but still leaving the free will involved to get an answer. He liked the mans roguish persona and likened it to his own some what rule breaker behavior. Waiting patiently to see what his response if any at all would be.
Never know the man could think he was out to swindle him or sell him pipe dreams when that was far from the truth. He could indeed make him known as known as he wished to be but that would be firmly on his continued cooperation and willingness to be open and known.
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Post by Jackson Anders on Aug 20, 2014 6:22:40 GMT
Fitting his now loaded hat on his head Jack bowed deeply to Ramon, catching the laden hat as it tipped forward. While his reflexes were good great some days he had to scramble to catch the few bills that spilled over. Doing so he swooped back and forth come very close to nudging or knocking over a few near at hand guests. Smiling a bit nervously he said," I am Jack Anderson, I am glad you’ve heard of me.” Standing up straight he took Dirty’s card his brow rose as he looked over the card. He considered his options and what could come of Ramon’s help. He saw the stage . He saw the crowds. He saw the work. While he worked hard at the bakery he was really only ever following the secret family recipe. Which he had yet to memorize.
He really wanted to say yes he really did but because he suddenly wanted to say yes so very badly his smile brightened and he took a step back from the Rodere. Not because of the man himself but he seemed to have rainbows in his smile. That made Jack nervous. Most of the rainbows he’d seen came after tropical storms.
Frowning as he still wanted to say yes pick me pick me he took extra-long looking at the card. He had heard of the man. He hadn’t known he was a lycanthrope like himself. Knowing that tidbit made him want to say yes.
Not realizing that he had started to thing out loud he said, “Hmmm, money. Women. Work. Bad trade.”Nodding as the math was solved to its lowest denominator. “Sorry,” He began leaning from the waist into the mans space some so that he had to twist his head and look up to make eye contact. “But this seems a bad trade. I only sing for me. I’d be insulted if someone paid me. I’d also be more upset if they thought I was too mediocre to not pay.” Shrugging his shoulders to punctuate his conundrum Jack continued. “But I would gladly help you with your band fill in and the like.”
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Post by Ramon Sanchez on Aug 22, 2014 18:25:02 GMT
Jack was smarter then the average bear not that bears were inherently dumb but most would have eagerly taken his hand and shaken it. He grinned giving him a bit of respect for such artful dodging, nodding and shaking the mans hand. It would still give him chance to get to know the other and get him to let down his guard some so he could find somethings out. Which had been his plan any how he just hadn't expected to like the guy so much.
" well you could learn the songs fo sho mon ami and definitely have something the ladies would like so yeah we can do it that way have you do some sorta special guess act type thing. can you play instruments then too so I know where we could fit you if I needed. My guitarist always seems to be getting him self in some scrape or another."
Feeling eyes on him and turning to smile at a blond who was now trying to sensually eat a croissant to entice him or some such silliness. He winked then turned to the bear who also seemed to be getting googly eyes made at him. yes this would work well if he could manage it.
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Post by Jackson Anders on Aug 23, 2014 23:10:38 GMT
Jack smiled as Dirty accepted his term and counter-offered. His smile while genuine didn’t hide his wariness. It was all too good for he had already begun thinking of finding other employment to foster himself as the bakery left far too much time for him to get into trouble. Raven while nice, especially as she was dead and all he knew was trouble. Mainly because he once he’d grown accustomed to his hairs standing on end was a great personality. It would be his undoing and he would never admit just how right she might have been he would probably one day ask her to feed on him just to see what it was all about.
“It’s the big easy I can see that being a full time hazard. Oh? Instruments well if it has a string and is a guitar or a piano I can play it, ya savvy?" Catching the eye of Dirty’s would be fan Jack merely smiled. He could honestly see Dirty’s charm. Actually he could feel it as part of his infection meant that he had a larger olfactory range. He could smell the pheromones wafting off the man like a heat register. Yeah Raven was trouble but then again so was Dirty that was for sure. Judging by his accent he was a local through and through which meant he probably didn’t even realize how roguish he was.
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Post by Ramon Sanchez on Aug 24, 2014 8:34:29 GMT
Ramon knew good and well how roguish he was but he did well at hiding the fact that he did. Watching jack he nodded" well then my good man seems we have figured this all out."
Offering him a salute and bow" You got my card should you need me further my friend so I will get my baked goods and take my leave so that I can meet up with the guys and tell them about you"
Going to the counter getting some baguettes, bagels and beignets for the road. Handing over his cash and even putting something in the tip jar. He kissed the girl behind the counters hand and winked at her getting a giggle that told him alot. Looking to Jack once more and then heading for the door whistling, the tune from sweeny todd that he was just singing.
Down the block with his baked goods in hand heading for the temporary place he was staying for the evening. He would drop off the food and then head back out to go to Night hawks for the rehearsal so hed be ready for the night still laughing at being almost bested by the bear. The man was comic gold and personality personified.
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