Post by fairchild.txt on Feb 19, 2020 2:19:25 GMT
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Post by sachiohanabe on Feb 19, 2020 3:11:20 GMT
"The usual, I assume." said a blonde haired waitress, as she took Sylas's order. "You know me too well, Barb." Sylas smiled and stretched his legs under the booth he sat at, as he relaxed. Barb returned his smile earnestly. "Your gator po' boy will be out soon." Sylas nodded in appreciation. Jeanie's was the place Sylas came to most often to eat and relax. Part of him said it was due to the food, and the other part of him said it was the music. A different part of him said it was the waitresses...
Sylas tapped his feet to the music blaring through the small building. A live band was performing, and as most of them were, it was a jazz group. The mellow saxophone reached deep into Sylas's heart. There was something about jazz that always touched the man. The soulfulness and the love put into it was always felt. As he waited for his food, Sylas lost himself in the performance. It was a three man group made of a saxophone player, a bass player, and of course drums. Between the bass and drums, a tempo was established, with the saxophone playing the wonderful melody. The music was so good, that Sylas barely noticed Barb approach with his food. "Here you are, darlin'." Sylas nodded, and went back to enjoying the music. Not much could distract the man from his love of Jazz.
A roaring applause replaced the sound of the band, as they finished their set. Even Sylas stood up and clapped loudly. Afterward, the hum of human conversation filled the void the music left. Sylas took this time to enjoy his meal. And enjoy it he did. The man scarfed down his sandwich, paid for his meal, and prepared himself for a day on the city. Every day was really a day on the city for him. Chevallier was as much his city as it was his name. Sure, it was literally his city, but he always renounced his family, and made this city his own, on his own terms. Chevallier had two parts Sylas split apart. There was the 'south' part, where he, the thieves, street urchins, and other miscreants, spent their time. The other part was the 'north', where the wealthier people lived, and tourists frequented. The north side was where his family home was, and a place Sylas spent the least amount of time possible.
"It is still early." Sylas said to himself as he exited Jeanie's. "So much to do still." Sylas didn't have any concrete plans for the day, but he had heard of a poker tournament being held. He was a well known good card player here, and him not showing up would be pretty shocking to the other denizens of the city. He supposed it was his obligation to show up. To win of course.
"Where was it being held again..." Sylas sighed as he walked down Beauregard street. Music, the scent of food, and city folk was everywhere here. There was a square in the middle of the street where people gathered for live music and street food. It was a place Sylas hung out often. Unfortunately this was not his destination for today. He crossed the street, waving to the people that saw him and greeted him. "I am pretty sure it was at... Pigeon Fred's place, Lafayette's." Pigeon Fred was an interesting character to say the least. He and Sylas went way back, as Sylas practically grew up with the eccentric man. Pigeon Fred also knew Sylas was a filthy cheater.
Sylas tapped his feet to the music blaring through the small building. A live band was performing, and as most of them were, it was a jazz group. The mellow saxophone reached deep into Sylas's heart. There was something about jazz that always touched the man. The soulfulness and the love put into it was always felt. As he waited for his food, Sylas lost himself in the performance. It was a three man group made of a saxophone player, a bass player, and of course drums. Between the bass and drums, a tempo was established, with the saxophone playing the wonderful melody. The music was so good, that Sylas barely noticed Barb approach with his food. "Here you are, darlin'." Sylas nodded, and went back to enjoying the music. Not much could distract the man from his love of Jazz.
A roaring applause replaced the sound of the band, as they finished their set. Even Sylas stood up and clapped loudly. Afterward, the hum of human conversation filled the void the music left. Sylas took this time to enjoy his meal. And enjoy it he did. The man scarfed down his sandwich, paid for his meal, and prepared himself for a day on the city. Every day was really a day on the city for him. Chevallier was as much his city as it was his name. Sure, it was literally his city, but he always renounced his family, and made this city his own, on his own terms. Chevallier had two parts Sylas split apart. There was the 'south' part, where he, the thieves, street urchins, and other miscreants, spent their time. The other part was the 'north', where the wealthier people lived, and tourists frequented. The north side was where his family home was, and a place Sylas spent the least amount of time possible.
"It is still early." Sylas said to himself as he exited Jeanie's. "So much to do still." Sylas didn't have any concrete plans for the day, but he had heard of a poker tournament being held. He was a well known good card player here, and him not showing up would be pretty shocking to the other denizens of the city. He supposed it was his obligation to show up. To win of course.
"Where was it being held again..." Sylas sighed as he walked down Beauregard street. Music, the scent of food, and city folk was everywhere here. There was a square in the middle of the street where people gathered for live music and street food. It was a place Sylas hung out often. Unfortunately this was not his destination for today. He crossed the street, waving to the people that saw him and greeted him. "I am pretty sure it was at... Pigeon Fred's place, Lafayette's." Pigeon Fred was an interesting character to say the least. He and Sylas went way back, as Sylas practically grew up with the eccentric man. Pigeon Fred also knew Sylas was a filthy cheater.