Edward Malakai Night had long since fallen and Mr. Malakai had been awake not a terribly long time. Placing his wallet into his back jeans pocket, he ran a hand through his long blonde hair as he tossed on his sunglasses, an ever wonderful fashionable touch. Clad in boots, faded jeans and a black "Obey Propaganda" t-shirt, he strode out his boiler room apartment and out the door of the building. His steps clicked quietly after one another as the alley way was silent. In the city that never sleeps, Edward was awake and up for fun. He had feasted last night and was in no need to dine again. He began his descent of the stairs to the subway, in hopes of it leading him to a club to spend his night quietly enjoying more mortal pleasures.

Madison Templin Mortal pleasures might include watching a few bands play at a local club. That just so happened to be where I was that night, not watching, but playing. My band was up probably not too soon before he might arrive, or at least, walk past. What's the name of my band? Splash-Works. Well you gotta know my name for that to make sense. Madison. Named after some mermaid my mom loved in the 80's, one in a movie called Splash. See now? That makes sense. Our sound style is rock, some lighter, some a bit heavier. Sometimes we sing original stuff, and sometimes we do covers. Tonight I felt a little Goth, so we mingled a bit of Evanescence in with our original stuff. Yeah, I sing lead vocals, play lead guitar sometimes...sometimes base. Tonight, I'm all leads. I get to make that decision now and then. Our visual style is a bit eclectic. Modern fashion mixed with odd vintage clothing. I'm wearing a lovely vintage silk dress I found in some awesome store not far by, it is short, so I paired it up with ripped jeans and some pretty little kitten heels. Lots of jewelry, some butterflies, some skulls. I gotta play it up differently sometimes, otherwise...things get boring.

Edward Malakai Edward calmly rode the subway train alone, a slight grin perennially on his face. He had nothing to be "content" about, aside from the fact that in his existence he lived with very little responsibility but quite a deal of power within his grip. However, that was not the issue tonight, nor did he intend it to be. He arrived at the packed club two songs before the scheduled "Splash-Works" was to arrive. Having paid his ten dollars for admission, he worked over to the drinks and grabbed a beer bottle. He made no attempt to even open it as he eyed the list of performers, their brief descriptions. "Some covers...some original stuff. Fun, I'm in for a night of indy chick rock." He chuckled to himself as he slowly worked himself to the middle of the crowd, just listening to the emotional noise that was passing for "music".

Madison Templin When I come out on stage, finally, I adjust my microphone, it's a bit high for me. He was six foot something, the last performer, and I'm a lowly five feet two inches tall. The act of adjusting it draws a bit of a laugh out of the audience, which doesn't bother me a bit. Actually it makes me smile. Our set is a good solid six songs, but you know, there are a lot of other bands playing tonight. There's one guy in our band..he plays the drums, kinda big and burly, Amanda came from Tokyo, she plays the keyboards, she changed her name from something I can't even remember, but I bet it was funky. The other guitar player I trade off with, lead for base, every now and then could be my sister, we look so much a like. Of course, we're nothing a like. And also...no one knows I'm a mutant either. My ..uh.thing..is easy to hide. It doesn't come up a lot. We start our set, first song is an original, strong driving base, seems dark, yet light at the same time. I was in a place when I wrote this. Right after I found out what I was. Yeah. A place. Our set was our originals...Madness Falls, yeah, a twist on words there, that's the one I open with. The second is Riot, also by us, wrote it after I saw an anti-mutant riot. The four others are covers, the club owners wanted it mostly covers. Going Under and Bring me to Life by Evanescence. Then Greg takes over on vocals and we do a couple by Linkin' Park, only more rock than rap. We made it sound ..a little different. When I get into my music. I really get into it. All that's there is me and the music..everything else just seems to fade away for me.

Edward Malakai Edward quietly eyed the young lady who stood at the fore front of the stage. His eyes took snapshots of her form, the way she smiled breathlessly at the laugh her microphone adjustment elicited. He grinned slightly as he slowly heard the driving bass and dark toned instruments race off like Mavericks. And then Edward heard her voice. Memories of 1960's England rushed to his head, where he'd spend his evenings out in Liverpool watching the young acts perform. Memories of 1930's England resurfaced as he remembered the recital of a young blonde haired woman who performed a gothic piece set to the sad tones of a violin. Needless to say, the young woman on the stage shared a similar presence. Sure, she wasn't the purist that the opera singer was, but purity isn't always a necessity. He took off his sunglasses and just stared at Madison, right into her eyes as she poured forth her soul. His focus was lost in the music as well. A beautiful, seductive grin on his face as he crossed his arm, still holding an un opened beer, thoroughly impressed.

Madison Templin Most people assume that I would have a high pitched squeaky tone, but my voice is deeper and more rich than that. I got a hell of a range too, I don't mind bragging about me. I get lost in my performances. The other guys say so. Sometimes at practice, they'd stop playing, and I'd carry on...just to be jesters, I guess. Kind of annoying, but I can laugh at myself too. I spot him in the crowd, staring at me like that. It doesn't make me skip a beat or anything, but I am suddenly not lost in the music anymore. He's not dancing or head banging as some would. He's just...staring. The set is finished, it seems all too soon. We give our bows, and I wave out at the audience. "Thanks a ton...next band is Beef Jerkey." yeah. That's what I thought too. I pause for a moment, just sort of trying to find a path toward that guy. Seems like someone I might just wanna say hi to.

Edward Malakai In Edward's head, he was seeing the sheet music that the young lady may or may have not been singing from. The errs of having a keen ear and perfect pitch. Flats and sharps, and other items that fleshed out the cords as he heard all the vibrato her voice had to unleash. Before he knew it, the set had ended and as the mortals applauded around him, he nodded simply and grinned. He licked the front of his teeth slightly, rubbing against his slightly elongated canus teeth before he closed his mouth again. Noticing the lovely lead singer making a B-Line toward him, he took only one step forward and the people around him seemed to know to move out of the way. He awaited her passing.

Madison Templin I'm a little sweaty...well, no. The word for what we women do is glisten. I'm glistening. It draws out the smell of my perfume a bit more, that's why women wear it against their skin...at least that's what mom said. Anyway, whatever. I smell good and I glisten. I approach that man, it hasn't escaped me that he's gorgeous, or the fact that he seemed really drawn into my performance. I paused on the way over to get a club soda, and I ordered up another beer for him. I bring it over and pause, and as I actually get there...I don't say anything. Not really sure what to say. Then with a voice made a tiny bit hoarse, a softly rasping word comes out. "Hey."

Edward Malakai Edward watched her "glistening". What was considered a rather disgusting act for most men was often viewed as something "erotic" when achieved by women. He admired her form quietly with his eyes as he watched her go to the bar. He carefully pondered what type of tone he'd take tonight. One can speak many languages and variations of it when you've been on the planet earth for over a century. He casually popped his knuckles and accepted the beer, sipping it with a smile as he stared down her as he stood at six foot three. "Most impressive performance. I was expecting less but the high F over middle C you hit was quite impressive. As was your guitar work. The way you tampered with the Linkin Park songs so that you had a melody and harmony going..most impressive." He grinned a delicious toothy grin. "Care to sit down?"

Madison Templin Most guys who hit on me here, they manage to get out a 'you play good' or 'you sing nice' or something. But he knew octaves, notes, that high F took me a while to get to, but now I master it. I don't answer with words, I'm more taken back by his knowledge at the moment. I finally take a sip of my soda and then nod. "Ah, yeah. Thanks. Nice to talk to somebody who knows a little 'bout music." Especially one that...attractive. My thoughts make my cheeks flush some. "You come here much?" I sigh, that was such a loser pickup line. "I mean..I haven't seen you here before."

Edward Malakai Edward could see the flush of blood to her cheeks and it made his nerves, or what was remaining of them, jump a bit as he smiled and nod. "Well, it's good to finally hear somebody who can perform music." He sipped his bear and without a further invitation, took her small hand in his large but delicate hand as he led her away from the crowd and to a far off table, not too far from the bar. He heard her pick up line and shrugged. "I came here once..a long time ago." He says, remembering when this place was a discothèque as he continues. "I tend to populate the Brooklyn Kitchen clubs. There are some fine imitators of Judas Priest there."

Madison Templin I'm lead away without a fight really. Ha, right. A good looking smart guy wants to talk to me, I'm gonna argue? I finally sit at this table, and I cross my legs under the table. "Been performin' since I was a little thing." Not that I'm a big thing now..actually, I'm still quite a little thing. "I've played over there once or twice.. My manager, the drum player's father, bets we can make it. I don't know though. I try to get my original music out there, but most club owners want it safe. They want covers. I manage to squeak in our own. As it is, we have enough of our own that would make a couple albums.." I grin slightly. I like talking about this. It's interesting to me, probably told by my pose, of how I'm leaning on my elbow a bit.

Edward Malakai Edward nodded and listened to her breathlessly, taking only a moment to sip his drink and carefully study her body movement in relation to what she was saying. "Understandable. Your original material was good, quite good. It didn't seem as poorly contrived as a lot of acts. I'd suggest doing more sets like this one, if you're hoping to play more original stuff. By the time the original work has a reputation of it's own, you won't need covers." He nods and rolls his neck, revealing quite a strong neck. "So, to what Christian name should I refer to you as or do you prefer something less known." He smiled that seductive grin once more to her. His arms placement was old school gentlemen, the elbows were no where close to being on the table.

Madison Templin I blink a bit, blush a bit, and I take a sip of my club soda to try to cover all that up. He's treating me like no one ever has before. It's a bit disarming. And I like it. I smile softly, my smiles aren't so seductive, aren't so...deep. Mine are ..pure really. "Madison...named after a mermaid." I stop for a moment. "Friends call me ..Gate." I know why...but they don't.

Edward Malakai Edward can't help but feel attracted yet wanting to stab his adult self for the pure, lovely grin on the girls face. Sort of the breaking point of where his unlife and life experiences collide as he smiled. He took her hand, eyeing up at her and kissing her lightly. "A pleasure Gate. I lost my Christian name long, long ago. In fact, I'm still looking for it. However, call me Edward, or Ed if you prefer."

Madison Templin "Ed." Then I put up a little grin. "Eddie?" I doubt it though. Most guys don't like to be de-machoed like that. I pull my hand back from his grasp. he's a little out of my league and a little over my head. He's older too. All these facts colliding make me either think he wants something...or..he really did like my performance. "Are you..from around here?"

Edward Malakai "I can live with Eddie, but I prefer Ed." He added reassuringly as she understandably retracted her hand. She was a bit young after all. He calmly maintained his smile and nodded. "Eh, somewhat. I'm from New Haven but I moved here ten years ago. Yourself?"

Madison Templin "A Brooklyn girl, actually. My mom works at Teddycats." I sort of wince, just announcing to this stranger that my mother is, in fact, a stripper. I wanted to slap my forehead at that one. "Ahem..I ..ah..from Brooklyn." I'm blushing now. My cheeks are going from the color of Sweet Pea flowers to full on Cherries. "So, what do you do, if you ..don't mind me asking, Ed?"

Edward Malakai Edward didn't act shocked, but more so retained his cool presence. He ponders if he had seen her. He couldn't bother to remember at this point, and knew that for the girls sake it wasn't worth bringing up. "Heh..It's good to know I have a neighbor." He smiles and nods. He listens quietly to her question and finishes his drink, pondering how to answer the question. "To be honest, I suppose I'd be titled as researcher. If you want something found out, I'll find it." He nods, his words almost having a thick layer of subtext. "However, that doesn't pay well, so I for the most part live off money I won off the stock market."

Madison Templin Then my watch goes off. That annoying little timer I set for myself. I am in school, Empire State University. "Heh. I'm a student, and that was my alarm telling me I should get going. I have class in the morning." I pull up my little wallet, it was stuffed into my pocket. It's actually made of metal, kind of reminiscent of a cigarette case, except it holds my money, ID, and such. I search through it and finally find a piece of paper. I take out a pen that's in there too, mind you, a small pen. I write down my name and number. I use the name Gate. Somehow, I don't think he'll care that I'm a mutant. "But you can give me a call. That's my cell number, so I'll have it on me at all times." I grin somewhat...as I rise to my feet and I offer my hand to shake. "It was really nice to meet you."

Edward Malakai Edward takes the card, eyeing the number before he pockets it deftly. Standing up from his table he nods and takes her hand, giving her a firm hand shake. "A pleasure to meet you. You go enjoy your morning classes now." He smiled sarcastically.

Madison Templin I smile to him. The sarcasm is beyond me, for a moment. I do enjoy my classes, but getting up early is the bummer part. "Oh yeah..I will." My sarcasm is a match to his. I then wander off back stage and collect my things, meaning my guitar, and I wander out the staff entrance in back, or at least..it looks like I do, but instead, I make the doorway gate me to my own apartment. Saves on gas money.

Edward Malakai Edward eyes his watch, realizing he has a few solid hours left. Seeing as this place isn't worth his time anymore, he quietly walks out the front door and eyes the roof. Grinning he leaps up and launches himself, landing quickly on the building roof as he just eyes the sky, pondering his next location.

 

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