i put the world back into tune // open, intro

[paisley m.]

There had been a lot of people around so Pickles was chilling in his enclosure. Penny, on the other hand, was sitting on the floor in the living room, her legs tucked next to her as she played her ukulele. A soft, gentle voice filled the room, it was no real song but just a pretty tune and her singing over it with a simple "La la lalala".

Her instrument had been painted, the paint was chipped but it was visible that it used to have lilacs painted on it. It had been a gift from a former...love. If she could even call it that. Call him that. But after travel and use the paint was chipped away, the picture still there but majorly chipped away revealing the brown wood under it. It didn't bother her though, that much was obvious as she just sat there singing and playing. There had been so much...sad and upset and anger, it made her uncomfortable. So she figured at least she could entertain everyone, maybe get someone to talk to?

Penny was new, but her dislike for conflict or hostility wasn't.

[RORY T.]

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well, sorta. about five or six tunes, but still; it impressed rory. sometimes, when his father was away, she'd play all day. some of the keys were broken, but it never stopped her. sometimes, when rory had nothing better to do, he'd listen; his favorite time do so was while he was forced to nap. watching this girl play gave him that recollection.

sported in his usual, a hoodie and sweatpants, rory clasps a hot coca in hand. today is finally one of those off days, in his opinion well deserved. he's worked hard — much harder than he did in the beginning — and admittedly, he was beginning to like it. even the patrols ( although he still sometimes complained ). downtime was give or take, but it gave him something to do . . . allowed him time to avoid his injured father, who was beginning to insist being anywhere but bedrest. rory wanted to put that aside for as long as he could.

"your voice is nice," he complimented. he's perched not too far from her on a countertop. rory could settle for chairs, maybe couches, but he much preferred a place that wasn't meant for sitting. "where'd you learn how to play it— is it a mini guitar?" rory was just about as knowledgable with instruments as he was numbers, maybe a little more so. the thing looked like a guitar to him.

[EDMUND.]

Edmund enjoyed the sound of a string instrument. In fact, he’d played the guitar for as long as he could remember, tunes soft and relaxing as he’d kick his feet up after a long day. Nowadays, the guitar often grew dusty, only brought out on brighter days, and no day seemed very bright to him anymore. Instead, he sat in the lounge on the end of a sofa, chin tipped downwards and eyes squinting ever-so-slightly as he had a pen in his hand, writing in a notebook. He was deep in concentration until his gaze briefly shifted over to see Tommy shift around in his sleep, napping on another sofa nearby.

He was appreciative of Penny’s music. It brought a light atmosphere to the lounge when otherwise there’d be a tense silence within the room. Eddie lowered the pen onto the notebook, eyes wandering over to look towards Rory as he began to speak. A… mini guitar? Eddie remained silent, peering across at the teenager with unreadable eyes before he returned to his work. Oh, he and Penny were going to have to teach Rory about instruments.

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 03/06]basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty four // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ captain of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ mob boss of the stirling crime family
⋟ joined FL two years ago

appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: n/a
⋟ mental health - 60% // depression and deluded thoughts

personality.
⋟ quiet in nature but confident in himself
⋟ completely fearless, almost foolishly so
⋟ insensitive and callous // cares for very few
⋟ very calm and calculative // always planning in his head
⋟ disciplined and practices good self-control
⋟ very flirtatious and persuasive // overly lustful
⋟ aloof and untrustworthy // jealous and deceitful
⋟ tactful and knows how to get what he wants
⋟ can be very nasty when he wants to be
⋟ but can also be very protective and faithful too
⋟ has a strong set of morals // has the quality of honor

relationships.
⋟ alfred stirling x leonora moray // both deceased
⋟ three older brothers // alfonso, thomas & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, dominik, was killed
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ ex-husband to blake kegan // was caught cheating
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray

interaction.
⋟ storage // playlist // pinterest
⋟ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
⋟ father taught him how to kill at a young age
⋟ insensitive towards injuring or killing others // will do so without hesitation
⋟ mentally, he is slowly becoming undone from stress, grief and guilt
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
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[paisley m.]

She didn't stop singing along to the tune she strummed until she was spoken to - well, complimented. Penny smiled to Rory, glancing over towards him in doing so "Aw, thanks. I'm glad to know I'm improving!" her rather cheerful personality felt out of place, especially right now, but she couldn't help it. It was her.

Though Rory's question about her ukulele made her giggle, it did make her smile again. "Well, it does look like one. But no, it's called a ukulele. Does it sound like a little guitar? I've never heard one." She knew Eddie was nearby, but he hadn't said anything and she didn't want to make him talk if he hadn't wanted to. Instead, she played another little tune on her instrument.

[freddie]

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— guess flintlock would be filled with music soon. eddie with his damn strumming and, nowadays, this girl on her ukulele. with all the people coming and going, all the newcomers… maybe it wasn’t so bad to have such a cheery instrument playing along in the background. that didn’t stop him from curiously poking his head into the living room, seeing ed and rory already having beaten him there.

jesus, rory and his lack of instrument knowledge. seeing ed’s look he sent to the younger, he figured he might as well not voice up his own lack of knowledge in the subject. rather, it was best to fake it until he made it. act as if he had totally seen a ukulele before. he smiled and nodded his head confidently. “it sounds like one,” he bullshitted, not completely sure if that was true or not. it looked like a little guitar, might as well sound like one. he listened to the little tune she played before he added, “i think.”

[EDMUND.]

Perhaps this was exactly what Flintlock needed. Some ambiance within a usually so static lodge, anything to boost the spirits when cabin fever and the cold were equally as frustrating. As Penny and Rory began to converse with one another, Eddie chewed down on his lip at the naive comments being passed. He tapped his pen against paper. He shouldn’t say anything, and so he remained silent.

But then, somebody poked his head into the room, but Eddie did not care to look up until he heard his voice. Freddie, smiling and nodding his head so confidently. Ed wanted to roll his eyes, yet instead carefully kept an eye on his cousin before looking back down at his notebook. As Freddie passed his opinion, Eddie was silent and yet deep in thought. Then suddenly, he lifted his head up to look towards Penny.

❝ Not… really. ❞ Ed finally piped up softly, gesturing towards the ukulele with the tip of his pen. ❝ The only similarity is that they’re both string instruments. That’s got four strings. A guitar has six. The ukulele is higher pitched. I’m not sure what a ❛ little guitar ❜ is meant to sound like. ❞ Trust no-nonsense Eddie to ruin the fun. He paused before quickly adding, ❝ I could show you the guitar sometime. ❞

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 03/06]basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty four // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ captain of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ mob boss of the stirling crime family
⋟ joined FL two years ago

appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: n/a
⋟ mental health - 60% // depression and deluded thoughts

personality.
⋟ quiet in nature but confident in himself
⋟ completely fearless, almost foolishly so
⋟ insensitive and callous // cares for very few
⋟ very calm and calculative // always planning in his head
⋟ disciplined and practices good self-control
⋟ very flirtatious and persuasive // overly lustful
⋟ aloof and untrustworthy // jealous and deceitful
⋟ tactful and knows how to get what he wants
⋟ can be very nasty when he wants to be
⋟ but can also be very protective and faithful too
⋟ has a strong set of morals // has the quality of honor

relationships.
⋟ alfred stirling x leonora moray // both deceased
⋟ three older brothers // alfonso, thomas & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, dominik, was killed
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ ex-husband to blake kegan // was caught cheating
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray

interaction.
⋟ storage // playlist // pinterest
⋟ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
⋟ father taught him how to kill at a young age
⋟ insensitive towards injuring or killing others // will do so without hesitation
⋟ mentally, he is slowly becoming undone from stress, grief and guilt
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
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