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[Dimitri Zhukov]

Fun and games for all

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[/i] people would come out during a rainstorm. He makes his way over to a bench and sits down. He sighs and leans his head back, feeling the breeze and the rain wash over him. He closes his eyes and hums a song quietly. He switches his footing, sliding down the bench to the end. He then leans back, laying himself down on the bench.

He curls his arms up behind his head after laying the bag down next to him on the floor. He stares up at the sky, blinking as the rain falls over him. He closes his eyes again, still humming that same song. He slowly fades off to sleep, passing out on that bench. He tosses and turns a bit, managing to stay asleep for a few hours at least. He wakes up some time later, opening his eyes groggily to the rain. " Agh..fucking rain.." he says as he sits up slowly. He'd been wet when he sat down, but he was soaked to the bone at this point.

He stands up, pulling his shirt off and ringing it out as best as he can. He puts it back on before sitting down and looking around. The lights and sounds still drifted over from the arcade, so there must still be some people over there. He looks around for the bag he'd had when he sat down. He leans over, picking it up and brushing the dirt off of it. He chuckles as he looks over the shape of the guitar bag.

He'd decided to make another stop at the mall. He'd barely been in the mall twenty minutes this time when the mall security recognized him, he was getting quite the reputation. He'd ducked into the mall music store quite by accident, but it turned out to work out just fine. The music store people didn't know him, since he'd never been in there. It'd given him the chance to steal this guitar and the case he was carrying it in.

He pulls the guitar out of the bag and adjusts the strap. He puts it on and slowly tests out the strings. He'd managed to steal a few guitars back home, and had self-taught himself as best he could. He could play, he learned from listening to songs over and over again. He wasn't the best, but he was fairly comparable, and he was happy enough with that. He begins to strum the newly stolen acoustic guitar, playing out what he thinks sounds close enough to right. He begins to play the melody to the song he'd been humming, singing the words quietly in his head. He half closes his eyes, listening to the music as the rain continues to pour.



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[Everard Gunter Wyatt]

Everard walked through the storm. It was finally coming to an end. The rain was no longer coming in sideways and the wind was almost done blowing. Everard was wearing his usual get up. His black Cowboy Hat was slicking the rain off, the felt would need to be dried later so it wouldn’t get stinky and nasty. His black Hog Skin Boots made a hard clicking noise against the concrete as he walked to the local arcade. He had his Guitar in its hard leather case. Everard’s black tank top showed his Wild Boar Tribal Tattoo and his Boar Tusk necklace hung around his neck as always. His Black Wranglers were just a little damp from the rain. Thankfully his glasses were spared getting rained on by his hat.

Everard went to the manager at the arcade and asked if he was alright to play his guitar. The manager just so happened to be a fine looking Mississippi red head girl and she was charmed into a near coma by Everard’s Southern charms. She explained he could play as long as he wasn’t taking money while on arcade property. Everard found a bench right outside the arcade a bench away from another boy.

He took a seat and set the Guitar case next to him on the ground and snapped the latches on the weathered old black case. Everard pulled out the instrument and set it in his lap and tuned his guitar up. He started randomly strumming, just playing random melodious notes. Then he got a song in his head. He started tapping his foot and swaying a little to the tune, it was his favorite song, Boondocks by Little Big Town. It was a simple song about keeping his heart in the south the Lyrics were practically engraved in his brain. A few people stopped their shopping to watch him, Everard waving back tips for his playing and singing.

Everard loved this song, it was the first song he learned to play, and he really wished he had his Pa with a Banjo and his Ma with a Fiddle. He would have to get use to playing all by his lonesome or with that girl from the library, Cece; she could play one hell of a fiddle. Everard came to the ending of the song the same lines over and over. The small crowd listened all the way through till Everard finished, then waited for more. Everard decided play a new song he had just learned by Zac Brown Band, called Chicken Fried, it was about his home state of Georgia. Everard started strumming and the crowd was transfixed once again.

[Dimitri Zhukov]

Fun and games 4 all

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