Post by James Piper on Aug 15, 2015 9:36:49 GMT -5
It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about. Watching some good friends screaming, “Let me out!”
Aloof and eccentric. Both words described James Piper very well and honestly, he embraced them wholeheartedly. His eccentricity (and maybe a bit of stress he was trying to hide) was what caused him to dye his hair black and let it grow out. He wondered idly how long it would take before his beach-blonde roots would begin to show again. He figured he could try and sneak some inky black hair dye aboard a ferry, but he was already batting 0 with the prefects, and it probably did not help that he had joined the battle front, either. The organization was supposed to be quiet and underground, but, honestly, nothing was ever really quiet or underground. Or at least, most things were not when it came to “regular” high school students. The dark-haired young man was certainly not a normal teenager, by any means. Aside from the freaky electricity powers, he was also a semi-popular music star, both solo and with the band that he and some friends used to be in. A frown crossed his face at the thought, but, he pushed through the halls, allowing the frown to turn into a scowl. If he was able to put up a good front about being an angsty teenager, he would be able to keep people out his business.
James wandered through the long, stone hallways, trying to find a place to practice. He had been assigned a roommate, and he was not entirely sure his roommate would be too keen on him always playing his guitar or writing songs in the room. Besides, the young man was starting to feel confined and trapped, and he hated it. Sure, he had joined battle front for several reasons, but one of them was certainly not because he wanted to be oppressed and stifled. He wanted to be free and creative, like he had been before his powers had ever come into the picture. The family in Nashville that had taken him in were also artistic types; they were pretty much free spirits and allowed him to do what he wanted, when he felt like it. Of course, he was always considerate of others because the values of his family of origin had stuck with him for better or for worse.
The raven-haired young man reached a set of wooden double doors and tilted his head. He pushed on one of them and, lo and behold, they opened before him to reveal a room full of empty seats and a raised platform in the front. With a grin, he ventured into the room, feeling at home almost instantly. He tightened the strap on his guitar case almost unconsciously before heading up to the stage and making himself comfortable by sitting on the edge. He took his guitar bag from around his body and placed it on the stage, pulling it out and getting comfortable with holding the object again. He had not gotten a chance to practice with it in a few days because he had been adjusting to everything. He started to strum the scale to warm up before shifting into some random strumming. He strummed for a little while, keeping his attention on the guitar, and not his surroundings. More often than not, he got lost in his playing that he almost forgot there were people around. Maybe that was why Aura had been the lead singer of the band; she had more presence and was more interactive with the crowd. A small scowl crossed his face; he would not lie and say he was not a bit bitter about how his best friend had left. He turned his attention back to his technique, abandoning thoughts of emotions. It was better not to dwell, because he would get really angry if he did. The blue-eyed young man then slipped into a rendition of 'Fat-Bottomed Girls', not really hearing the sound of the auditorium doors slamming shut. He occasionally did glance up from his playing, and it was only after the third time that he noticed a familiar head of blue hair lingering in the room. "Well, howdy there, beautiful. Hope I didn't interrupt you with my performance. I tend to draw people's attention, after all." James then gave her a knowing wink; they had been friends for a long time, so he was sure she knew he was just joking with her. At least, he hoped that she did.