Serenade of Flowers. [open]

[Laurent Maythorn]

On rare occasion, people disappear without a trace and that seemed to be what happened to Laurent's half-sister Vashti. She'd simple disappeared and Laurent couldn't find a hint to where she could've gone, but this effected the assassin in no evident ways. He barely knew Vashti, making the blow light and nothing that made him feel blue. A smile was planted on Laurent's lips as he turned off the street and into the beautiful Rose Park. A slight breeze gave a small tug to his sandy blond hair, but Laurent paid no mind to it. A black, long sleeved shirt covered Laurent's arms in order to hide the various scars that traced across his skin. Being in a dangerous business often meant that scars were an inevitable flaw and even more for someone injury prone. A guitar was slung over Laurent's shoulder, which was a common to have during times of rest for Laurent. He strode down the stone walkways in his blue jeans, hazel eyes scanning the grassy green spaces and benches for a place to sit.

Every so often clouds blocked out the sun, making for moments of cold to shadow the park. The sound of children playing caught Laurent's attention for a moment, his gaze turning towards a crowd of kids playing on the play structure. The children appeared to be around the ages of 7 to 10 and would scream and laugh to their enjoyment. Laurent only stopped for a moment to watch before continuing down the stone path, the last thing he wanted was for these children to enjoy music and swarm him. With that, Laurent quickened his pace until he reached a quieter section of Rose Park that lacked citizens. There was no shame in Laurent's playing or singing, but rather he disliked larger crowds along with the disruptive loudness they often bring in tow. Laurent's hazel eyes landed on a tree that was in a patch of grass, it seemed like a perfect place for him to begin to play. Quickly, Laurent closed the distance between him and the small tree before sitting beneath the beautiful plant. He pulled the wooden guitar over his shoulder and into his cross-legged lap before getting into a comfortable position to play.

Strumming the pick against the strings, Laurent to adjust when needed until the instrument was playing a tune similar to Audience of One by Rise Against. Once it sounded perfect, Laurent continued playing and sang the lyrics that belonged to the song. His attention to the world around him began to fade, which made a chance for someone to sneak up behind them if they wished.

[ Lyric Video so I don't have to paste them all into the post and make it massive. Also for rough tune to the song. ]

[Kujo Hiragi]

The recent days became very calm for Kujo. She hadn't seen Kris in a long time and also hasn't heard of Cassy either. She couldn't help but think if Kris actually dissappeared; also, the guys they had a discussion with stopped annoying her. Losing a friend was something painful, and it reminded her of the first days after the dissapearance of her father. She was always silent, barely smiled and lost in her thoughts. In the end, Kujo decided she needed to accept the fact she was missing and there was nothing she could do about it.

She decided to take a walk around the park to relax after buying coffee. This time she had a zipped up white leather jacket, black jeans and brown boots. It was just a walk, no need to be fancy. Kujo walked around the park looking at her surroundings, the flowers, the trees, the children playing and the casual couple. She had nothing else to do, so she could stay in the park for the rest of the day if she wished; Kujo kept walking, enjoying the increasing silence with her eyes closed. However, she heard a playing guitar and opened her eyes. She found the source of the melody instantly, a person sitting on the shadow of a tree playing guitar and singing.

Kujo walked to him careful that she wasn't noticed and positioned herself on a side, leaning on the tree and listening while taking sips of her drink. It was the first time she heard the song, but she actually liked it. She moved his head right and left, bouncing it a metronome to the song until the very end. Kujo smiled and looked down to the person playing the guitar.

"Sounds awesome, sorry if I'm intruding"

OOC:I can still join this right? I decided to look for any unanswered posts and found it

[Laurent Maythorn]

[ Heh, it's fine. I really wanted someone to respond to this, so good timing. x3 ]

It was as though someone had blocked his senses as Laurent's mind wandered into the word of melody, his focus remaining on the music he played. There wasn't any need for him to act in a gloomy manner towards the current disappearances, besides if he lingered on the subject long enough it could turn into sad thoughts about Sophie. Whilst Laurent's pick played against the strings and he sang the lyrics, he didn't hear the girl whom was approaching him. Momentarily, Laurent's eyes drifted to watch his fingers move around the instrument with trained movements. Although he'd watched his fingers play across the guitar numerous times, Laurent still found it the slightest bit fascinating. Midway through his wits came about him and Laurent did a quick scan of his surroundings, finding the dark-haired girl. He wasn't bothered by this new company, in fact he wasn't perturbed from his song in the slightest bit.

Eventually Laurent finished the song, lacking any notice to the girl's head movements. Lazily, Laurent brought his arms up in a stretch while the girl complimented and apologized for any her intrusion. "It's fine, I'm not really bothered. Besides, it's getting close to noon so should've expected someone to take note," Laurent responded, lowing his arms back to his side before adding. "But thanks for the compliment." Getting found during a song was starting to become a habit for Laurent, considering that another girl names Alisa had done the same thing days ago. Speaking of which, he hadn't seen her for a while either, but once again she barely knew her. "Anyways, the name's Laurent. And who would you be?" Laurent asked out of curiosity, his gaze finally on the girl now.

[Kujo Hiragi]

Kujo was a popular person in Argi, but people that recognized her didn't approach to her and talked, just waved from a distance and she returned their gestures. After being alone and apathic for a good amount of days, it felt comforting to finally speak to someone who wasn't part of her family. Kujo wasn't afraid of being rejected by anyone, she was afraid of seeing people close to her die; but Kris dissappeared, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but imagine the worse about what happened to her. That's why she had been a bit apathetic.

Still having the melody of the song in her head, she kept taking sips of her coffee dismissingly. She realized she wanted to try and become this person's friend after he asked her name. It was the only chance she had to try and think on something else. Kujo looked down to him and replied, recording his name in her memory then looking back to the horizon mid sentence.

"Laurent... nice name. I'm Kujo"

Becoming his friend was probably a good escapism for her situation.

[Laurent Maythorn]

Sociability was the least of Laurent's concerns since being recognized could become a fatal concept in his realm of work. When a victim were to recognize him, there would be a sense of guilt and betrayal lingering in the air, but of course Laurent obeyed Aaron. Although Laurent was rather adept in social interaction, he still didn't like the loudness of big crowds nor could he like the amount of eyes that could glance his way in a crowd so large. Laurent glanced at the girl who claimed her name was Kujo, he watched as mid-sentence she gazed off into the horizon. "Thanks, and same to you," Laurent responded in a polite manner. His eyes preformed a traditional scan of the person who'd come to join him beneath the lovely tree, seeing her fashion choice for the day along with the coffee grasped in her hands. "So, I'm guessing you like music?" Laurent asked casually in an attempt to make conversation. She was here now and Laurent saw no need to drive away the company.


There was a pleasantness to the spring day now that there was someone to share it with. Although large crowds were unappealing for the assassin, a smaller crowed always seemed to have its charm. "If you do like music, I usually go out singing quite a bit if I have time. I've gotta work after all," Laurent added. So far Kujo had proved to be kind spirited, and an unlikely target for Aaron, so there was a bit of an invitation to join in future song ventures.

[Kujo Hiragi]

Thankfully, the weather wasn't too hot and Kujo could enjoy her coffee without trouble. There was an aura of calmness that invaded her every time she visited Rose Park, probably because of the Spring blossom. And actually being near someone who seemed to appreciate that calmness made silence entirely comfortable. Kujo noticed she didn't know how the boy looked like, but paid no mind to it since she could always just glance down and memorize his features. So far, he seemed to be a good person so she kept answering his questions and making conversations. Kujo liked music, she had a wide variety of artists, songs and lyrics memorized; however she didn't know how to play any instrument. She considered music a liking, not an activity.

"I do like music, but recently I don't listen to it that much. As you say, I also have things to do. You know, school, work, family, and still need some hours of sleep" she said, looking down to him and trying to get a clear sight of his face.

An eyepatch. If there was something Kujo knew, it was to never ask about any noticeable features of the like, a prosthetic for example. A good amount of times, having something like a missing limb, a big scar or fire marks usually envolved painful memories, so she just ignored them and talked to them like any other person, and if that person talked to Kujo about it, it was fine. It was their decision.

"I don't know how to play any instrument, though. But I know how to do other stuff, like... well, cooking and baking" she struggled to find something she knew how to do, and when she finally did it, she considered her options a bit too common.

Kujo thought about telling him about her power, but decided against it. She just met him, it was unnecessary to talk about violence.

[Laurent Maythorn]

There was a certain hatred that Laurent had for warm weather, probably because the constant heat created from the sun was uncomfortable to him. However today wasn't warm enough to warrant discomfort, which Laurent was thankful for. Vibes of calmness came from the silence that coated this section of the park, leaving a pleasant peace that would certainly be enjoyable. Since Laurent's job consisted of violence and bloodshed a majority of the time, these few moments became blissful. A small smile became evident on Laurent's face upon hearing that Kujo liked music as well, perhaps this was even the start of a beautiful friendship. "Yeah, I know what you mean. My main concern is work, I sometimes have to work during the night and such. It terrorizes my sleep schedule at times, Laurent responded. If someone were to inquire about his occupation, chances were they would only hear half of it, that being the bodyguard half.

The assassin half was never spoken about, unless it was before Aaron and his fellow dogs since they worked together at times. Laurent silently listened as Kujo began to state what she was good at and enjoyed. "My mother taught me how to play and sing. She's a musician, so it wasn't like I had to go out searching for a mentor or anything like that," Laurent explained, shoving the guitar pick into his pocket. He was under the presumption that this conversation would go on for a little while yet, thus he opted to stow the small pick somewhere safer than his hand. As he placed the pick into his pocket, his fingers lingered there, feeling over the smooth, triangularly shaped piece of wood.

[Kujo Hiragi]

Daily duties and schedules were things that Kujo managed to sort out a good time ago, balancing study, work and rest. She never liked staying up late doing anything because she knew it was bad for her health in the long term; so that's why she decided to give Laurent some words of advice. "That's terrible. I hope you at least get to sleep six hours at least during the day. Also, you should eat something right after you get up. It helps you body to get ready for the day"

Besides, it prevents you from getting fat she thought for herself. Kujo always found herself giving advice to every person she knew, probably because she liked the feeling of being useful in some way. She listened to Laurent as he talked about his mother; she thought that he learned much faster and better just because the person teaching him was her mother. Then she wondered if that logic also applied to combat skills. There were many stories and movies saying so, but they might be only fiction. "I see..."

Sighing, she took a long last chug to the remainings of her coffee and looked down to Laurent. Perhaps it was the right choice to do what she was thinking. Probably she was thinking like this because she felt lonely, and honestly, a bit sad since a good while ago.

"Say Laurent... can I be your friend?"

[Laurent Maythorn]

Unfortunately with an occupation that required hours of staying up late, sleeping the necessary amount to remain health was awfully difficult for Laurent. A majority of the time to retain the six hours of needed sleep, he slept in a few hours and woke up later in the morning depending on when he returned home. Although the advice was most certainly helpful, he couldn't make any promises that he could follow the idea. This left Laurent to shrug, "I can't make any promises. My job requires me to be alert after all." That was truthful, especially since he had to constantly listen to his surrounding to check for any possible intruders after his charge. However, that is on bodyguard duty, on assassin and scouting missions Laurent's skill had to be even more sharp. When Kujo made his short comment in response to what he said about his mother, Laurent simply nodded in acknowledgement.

While Laurent's fingers gently felt across the smooth, polished surface of his guitar, he heard Kujo ask a question. It was about being his friend, which made a small smile form on Laurent's face upon hearing the question. "That would be nice," Laurent responded gleefully. There was only a small amount of people who desired to be his friend, thus this became a pleasant occasion.

[Kujo Hiragi]

There were not many things that erased Kujo's smile from her face. But one of them was hearing or seeing someone not taking care of their health. She thought that your own well being was much more important than others, but she couldn't do anything if he lacked sleep because of his work. What is his job anyways? Is it really that important? she thought.

Hearing his response, Kujo smiled brightly once again and looked back to the horizon. "I'm glad"

Probably having Laurent as a friend doesn't solve all of Kujo's worries, but at least it made her feel relieved that her social abilities seemed to be untouched. There was a feeling of boredom that forced her to think about something, so she pondered about Laurent's actual job. Kujo crossed her arms and closed her eyes, occasionally letting out a growl, a sigh or raising an eyebrow at the strange ideas that crossed her mind.

"Probably... no... that's too stupid... I don't think it fits him" she thought out loud.

She was completely unaware of her surroundings. A spider could be walking on her head and she wouldn't notice. Though there was actually a spider walking on her head, not a big one, but not a small one either. And she still didn't notice.

"Not really... maybe... no..."

[Laurent Maythorn]

Having both night and day tasks tended to make things rather difficult in the health maintenance department. During the day was the time Laurent either took creating a positive character for himself to draw any suspicions away or watching any charges and of course future victims. By night it was solely missions which included scouting and of course the common assassinations. Despite Laurent's any discomforts over killing and his breakdown, Aaron still insisted that he carried out these missions. The very thought of the many missions made Laurent's smile falter momentarily, but he easily shoved the thoughts into the back of his mind. Dismissing these thoughts were a constant for Laurent, mostly because he refused to allow them to break his happy facade. When Kujo responded, Laurent once again nodded in acknowledgement to prove he was listening to her.

However the sentences soon changed to aloud thoughts, leaving Laurent to give Kujo a curious look. It was somewhat strange sitting there while listening to someone else think. From what he'd heard, Laurent wasn't even sure what the topic of her these thoughts were. "What are you doing? Laurent asked in hopes of discovering the topic. Soon after asking the question, Laurent decided to rise from the ground, which also involved him shifting his guitar onto his back. When Laurent was finally standing, he noticed the spider scuttling on Kujo's head, and she seemed to have no clue the medium sized creature was there. "Uhh, Kujo... There is a spider on your head," Laurent said in an attempt to gain her attention. Eyes trailing the arachnid, and whilst Laurent's hazel eyes watched the creature, he hoped that Kujo wasn't afraid of spiders and would freak out. Certainly that would be rather humorous and would probably provoke some friendly teasing, but Laurent didn't want the creature to be launched at him. The assassin wasn't fearful of spiders, but he wasn't too fond of them either.