Soul Suckers ((open))

[Victor David Birenbaum]

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His voice dipped smoothly, feeling the song and swaying the mop to the slow solemn rhythm in his head, hints of the melody seeping through as he continued singing the vocals. No classes were being held in that section of the school so he wasn’t disturbing anyone, which was all the better to sing his heart out. It wasn’t like he would’ve been embarrassed otherwise; he was just considerate and knew a grown man singing in the middle of the hallway while he cleaned and slushed around an increasingly dingy mop would’ve been a little more than distracting to the students and coworkers. Plus, even if it was egotistical of him, he enjoyed how his voice would resonate against the walls and surround him when no one else was around. He dipped and rang the mop once more, taking his time to clean the polished floor.

“That nobody wants honesty when looking at a perfect frame… play the game…” The song went on as he continued to mop up the previously quiet halls. [/style]
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[Evangeline Lea Butler]

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tearing love apart,

Evangeline did not have any lessons to teach until later in the day. She had no students to counsel as she was only a teacher, but she was there early to try to think of some options for the spring play. They still had a while to think on it, but it was better to start early. The young woman hummed to herself as she walked, her boots clicking along the practically empty hallways. It was her favorite time of the day, when the campus was basically quiet. Sure, there were some trouble makers to watch out for, but beyond that, it was nice. Eva's hair was tied back loosely and a few strands of her curled hair fell into her face as she studied the booklet in her hand that was a catalog of different school plays that they could put on. Of course, they were working with a strict budget unless she could think of some fund raisers for them to do to get the things they needed. She was sure the second hand shop in town would donate costumes. Angel smiled as she walked, hearing the sound of someone singing in the near distance. She did not really recognize the voice, but assumed, from the depth, that it was one of the staff members. It sounded too mature to be a student. She knew it wasn't Ricky, though, as she knew that almost annoying little ball of energy's voice already. Alaric was definitely something else, but she enjoyed their friendship. He was like her gay best friend; only, he liked girls, too, just not her. It was nice. She considered him almost like family, only it wasn't awkward if they hugged. Angel brushed one of her curls back out of her face as she came to a stop near the end of the hall that the voice was coming from and smiled as she caught sight of one of the school staff members. She could not quite remember his name, but she had seen him around. "You've a really good voice," she said to him, hugging the play brochure to her chest with another smile. "Have you ever tried a career in music? You would do well." Angel, herself, loved to sing on top of her love for the dramatic arts, and she had a gig on the side with a few of her friends, but they were just a local band. It was still fun, though, even if she was not a professional.

0418, VICTOR/OPEN, OHAI, outfit

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[Victor David Birenbaum]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]nothing is more powerful than beauty in a wicked world.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]SOUL SUCKERS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;] If he hadn’t been so into his song he probably would’ve noticed the faint echo of boots clicking down the hall before she spoke. His eyebrows raised in surprise and he automatically stood up straight, casually swiveling around on his feet to face her with mop still in hand. “Ah, Ms. Butler, is it not? Thank you for that.” He replied with a nod as he clasped his hands together on the top of his mop handle as though it were a lavish cane for a gentleman. “I do try my best.” He gave her a quick once-over and paid special attention to the brochure she was holding onto. Ms. Evangeline Lea Butler, the drama teacher for St. Helana’s. Right. They had never really chatted before, but he remembered the name and eventually was able to attach it to a face over time. However, if he hadn’t recognized her, he would’ve assumed her to be a student. God he felt old. “Have you ever tried a career in music?” She asked. “You would do well.” He paused for a moment before he exhaled a small chuckle. “Ah, yeah.” He said, a soft smile forming as he pretended to think of fond memories – focusing on the genuinely good times at the beginning of his band and attaching a faux ending that ignored the harsh truth. Over the years he had been able to hide the air of melancholy that would accompany that question better and better, being able to repress the sad memories with a shrug when present in front of other people. “I probably would’ve been a famous singer or part of a successful band buuuuut… I’m lazy.” He said, letting his shoulders drop and relax playfully. “Kind of hinders your chances, since you need a bigger drive and motivation than ‘being a good singer’ to make it anywhere.” With a friendly smile, he walked a little passed his mop and lightly tipped his navy blue fedora. “The name’s Victor Birenbaum, by the way. You can just call me Vic.” He readjusted his hat and held out a hand. “I don’t think we’ve official spoken to one another but with your apparent fondness for music I think we’ll get along just fine.” [/style]

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