PAINTED WINGS / OPEN

[inny]

[align=center][div style="width:360px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;color:#000;"][size=6pt][font=Verdana]Such simple joys filled her life nowadays. For example, the rush of happiness whenever she got to pet a dog, that slight surprised intake of breath when she woke in the mornings and discovered that Cosmo was still there. And the last one, the most recent development: she had found a cello in one of the music stores. This was certainly something the woman was interested in, so she didn't hesitate to seat her small frame and lay her fingers on the strings in adoration. Searching eyes grasped for a bow and once they found it, gentle hands would pick up the long object and draw it close.

Now, what to play?

Her thoughts ghosted to something blue, dark and velvety and full of loss. That would have suited her another day, but not today. Not right now. Right now she was rather content, so, summoning up memories of a girl she used to know and love, Ev began to play. When it got to the parts where others were supposed to come in, she just kept playing and improvising. She kept her mind focused on the music, closing her eyes and keeping the cello pressed tight, swaying just a bit to the music. She loved this, loved the pace and the highs and lows.

// here is the song !

[WOLF BITE]

[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]Music hadn't been a large part of his life, in fact, he's only ever heard songs from a caretaker of his. He was a gentle soul who had a voice of an angel. After a few years, he didn't see him much; he assumed he was dead. As Wolfbite patrolled the streets, he heard a faint melody which caused him to freeze. He blinked once, eyebrows knitting together as he strained his ears to listen closely. Someone was playing a stringed instrument in the music store- lovely. The male strode toward the store, peeking through the door and seeing Ev play the cello beautifully. He stayed silent as he watched her get lost in the music, closing his own eyes as the music tugged at a deep emotion buried in his very soul.

[rue]

Gemma may not be the most educated child, and she might not know how to play an instrument, but that didn't mean she couldn't identify good music when she heard some. The brown-haired girl had been wrestling with some of the stray dogs when she heard music coming from a nearby building. And by Jesus was it lovely to listen to. Pretty soon she was up and walking towards the source, her long legs carrying her into the store and towards where Ev was sitting. Not wanting to interrupt her playing, Gemma ended up sitting criss-cross applesauce a few feet away from the cello, using her hands to prop up her head as she continued to listen to the music. When it was over she would grin a goofy smile and start clapping. "You have talent, lady!" Gem complemented, re-adjusting her sitting position. "Will you play us another song?" 

[spoiler=oh, how the mighty fall]
NAME: gemma arabeth coleman
NICKNAMES: gem, cole, germ
AGE: 14
SEX/GENDER: female

APPEARANCE: to be honest, gem looks more like a boy than a girl. she has light brown skin from being outside all the time, and a scrawny, muscular build. she has curly brown hair, though it is shaved to the point where there's barely a centimeter of it remaining, and her eyes are a dark brown / almost black. another thing to note is that she's missing a few teeth / has a large gap in her two front teeth, along with the fact that her chest is almost completely flat, something she’s proud of. 

CLOTHES: restating what was said before, gem tends to look, and dress, like a boy. you can normally find her in a dirty white undershirt and brown work pants with cotton hand wraps and nothing to cover her feet. occasionally she can be found in an almost comically large grey overcoat, one that was presumably given to her by her parents. but in truth, she probably stole it from someone.

PERSONALITY: gem can best be described as a fighter. fierce and unyielding, she doesn't let anyone tell her what to do, and dislikes authority figures. to go with this, she's a rulebreaker, and while she doesn't activity look to make trouble, she somehow always gets into it. maybe it's because she's always provoking people into fights, or just because she's so goddamn stubborn at times. though once you get to know her she'll prove to be fiercely loyal, and tends to treat everyone she knows as if they were family. so what if you don't like her non-stop pestering and inconvenient wrestling matches? in her opinion, it comes with the 'friend' job description.

THINGS TO NOTE:
1: she likes to steal stuff, so don’t be surprised if your belongings go missing
2: she tends to start fights, and will finish them. though she’s against breaking bones / killing people[/spoiler]

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Much to his dismay and embarrassment, he has ran faster than he'd ever run towards the chello. Poor Advay thought perhaps for a moment...that it was Moksha, playing one of his favorite string instruments, after his bass acoustic, of course. He'd even run straight through the street without his layers, in nothing but a tank top and a pair of jeans. He came around the corner with such a hopeful look on his face, and the horrible transition of his heart shattering and his face falling was all too evident.

He desperately wished for his scarf, or perhaps that he didn't come running into the shop, face red and desperation written across his entire body posture and face. "I-I..." He swallowed, turning his face down slightly to avoid them seeing the disappointed tears in his eyes. Damn it, he knew Moksha wasn't here, why did he get so excited? Moksha was in Flintlock. He instead leaned up against the wall, hugging himself. "Y-you play nice, I-I-I-I, uh-um I kn-know a-g-g-guy who pl-plays c-chell-l-lo, u-um y-you m-m-m-might li-like him..." It was at this point that his dogs caught up to him, yipping and jumping up at him, assuming his full on sprint had been a game.