|| @mylittlepandora ||
Wayne still didn’t know what to do with his life, that never seemed to change. Not these days. He slept, ate, wandered, slept again. There wasn’t much point in anything else. But sometimes the music still called to him, a flicker of spark that would lead him out to the park with his guitar. His hair was long and curly, shot through with gray. Roxanne would always tell him he looked like some sort of yoga vegan hipster thing, but mostly the large man just couldn’t be bothered. Today he let it hang in his face as he set up. His beard too was long but he’d trimmed it up nicely not too long ago. While fairly sure he was fully clothed, Wayne had no clue what he was wearing, it hadn’t mattered.
Sitting on the bench near some trees where people were close enough to listen, the ex-hero strummed his guitar, humming the first bar as he warmed up. Getting the feel for the strings, he started singing as he played Moody Blue.
Before she started to work in Memory Lane, she barely noticed that a day just for oneself was so prescious. The day seems to bright, the stores more tempting, take seat in the grass in a park even more relaxing. She left her bag aside, foor she prepared at home. A couple of sandwiches, a bag of bisquits and a thermo with hot tea just for herself. The feeling is wonderful. It was a pity that Az doesn’t like to wander around humans, very well she could enjoy his company. The android sighed, pushing the idea aback, knowing that her brother prefers the silence of the lake, or hunt underwaters. After look around to the families, she picked from her bag a book she decided to start today, after learn with huge effor to not use her speed to read them. Patchy got scared many times cause she moved the pages fast to end it in 10 minutes.. –
– Maybe she was too secure that this could be a normal day, that she didn’t notice that not too far from here, behind a different tree, there was a man singing. A tone that totally distracted her.. She glared aside, leaning slightly forward to try to see who it was, but just could notice thr side of a wide back and long dark hair. With a frown, she tried to recover her reading but again failed miserably… “I can’t believe this…” She huffed. Great. Now she is gonna be accused to scare a poor homeless man off of the park.. maybe if she asks nicely he could try to be less depressing….
Wayne didn’t really care whether or not people put money in the open guitar case, but it was the expected thing to do, so he did. Even though he’d given away most of the Scott assets long ago, he still had enough money to last his lifetime… and no heir to give it to. His will gave every cent that was left to charity anyway. So it didn’t matter what was given… if it was enough he might be food on the way home and then stuff the rest in the tip jar. Considering how homeless he looked, that gained a lot of stares last time… not that Wayne noticed.
Oblivious to those around him, Wayne picked another song, voice raised melancholy into the air at a soulful pitch, “This is the end, beautiful friend. This is the end, my only friend, the end of our elaborate plans, the end of everything that stands, the end no safety or surprise, the end. I’ll never look into your eyes, again.”
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