[center][h1][color=DarkViolet]Chronus Klefkin[/color][/h1][/center]

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There was nothing to be done, everything had already been done. His classes were over, all he had to do was buy some dinner and practice on his own. Just because Chronus was out of his parents reach didn’t change any routine he had prior to the move. It felt wrong to not do the system that was drilled into him from day one Swiftly he stopped by the local supermarket that was on the way home. He enjoyed walking around rather than driving, his apartment was in the centre of everything so all but two people’s houses were within walking distance as well as a gas station and a market. It was super convenient, his father never looked over any details giving him the best once as always. Not that he didn’t have a car, anything he asked for he got with little questions asked and yet the dull feeling of boredom etched it's way into his very bones. 


Finally he reached the building, bags of food in hand he did a quick jog up the stairs and stepped through the door. As soon as he did he slipped on the mail that lay scattered on the floor from many days prior that he lazily stepped over each day. He hugged the milk as his back hit the tiled entrance and braced for impact. A thud and crash echoed in the empty home followed by a groan. [b][color=BlueViolet]”Why am I like this..”[/color][/b] he muttered out and sat up, rubbing his back glaring at the piles of bills and papers. He crawled his way to the carpeted area, only to sit there with an annoyed look on his face his legs and arms crossed pouting. [b][color=BlueViolet]”I hope everything I JUST didn’t bust open. Stupid post man.. Stupid mail slot.. Why couldn’t this place have a place for this outside the door like every other place ever?”[/color][/b] Grumbling and muttering angrily to himself he put his things away and picked up the mail that was left on the floor, setting it on the coffee table next to his violin case. He would attend to that in a moment, in the meanwhile he was hungry and had just restocked his fridge. 


Minutes had passed, he turned on the radio and let the water boil and set his package of instant noodles down on the counter. It wasn’t meals fit for a king such as himself but he could at least admit it was good and filling when made properly. Chronus made his way to the couch and settled down, picking up the junk that caused him to nearly knock himself out at the door. It was bills, ads, more things he didn’t even pay for but mailed to him because of protocol. He didn’t mind the fact that his parents paid for everything, it meant that all the money he made teaching snobby kids went straight into his pockets. His hands stopped when he came across the monochrome envelope. It was dull and void of all colour, the perfect shade of grey. It resonated with him and he wasn’t sure as to why. Yet he decided to turn it over and it was closed with a wax scarlet seal. It sent a chill down his spine, it was the exact shade of red as the stud in his ear. Chronus didn’t necessarily know why the whole outside made him freeze up momentarily, it almost reminded him of himself in some way. Going forth, Chronus lifted up the scarlet seal and inside read a letter. Though that was the least amount of his focus, what else was tucked inside made him jump up with shock. Inside was the piece of music he had lost some time ago, the treasured piece composed to such perfection it could never be recreated. In elegant scarlet writing on a midnight background was “Blood at the Moonlit Ball”. His hands trembling he dashed to the centre of the room where the piano he bought himself sat in the small apartment. Instead of a TV he opted to have the fated baby grand be his muse. He opened up the cover and there, the notes stained the page just as he remembered them. Quickly sitting at the piano he moved his hands elegantly across the keys, pumping out the music from his very soul. 


For hours he played the piano that night, no longer caring about his violin practice. No longer interested in food. Chronus played and played until a neighbor came and knocked on his door telling him to knock it off. He had no idea how it got there and who gave this to him, but he wanted to sincerely thank them, something he hadn’t done in years. He was genuinely happy for a split second of his monochromatic life. Time stood still that night around him, and he was overcome with many emotions. 


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The day came and so he had to arrive to the designated place. It, unfortunately, was not within walking distance so he had to drive to the area. It was a pain but he felt as though it must be done. Dressed in his usual hoodie, pants and long white boots that lay atop the straight legged jeans. In his car was sheet music scattered throughout and broken violin bows, he wasn’t the most organized person but he knew where everything was within the mess so it never bothered him much. It also had details scribbled down to every music store in the city and person on file in case he needed something. There was also planner he had jotted down notes in for performance dates and music lessons. He called off all today’s lessons though to make time for this. Something he had never done before since he moved here. 


Pulling around to find a place to park, he slid up next to a blue toyota. There seemed to be others invited to the party, at his utter dismay though. He had simply wanted to thank whoever it was that brought him his music and be on his merry little way. Groaning, he went through the glove box pulling out all three sheets of music and any others just incase this was someone trying to wiggle a free performance from him. Chronus shoved it all into a small black bag that had a violin as a zipper and piano keys in the corner and got out of the car. Throwing a few more things in there before he left such as business cards, contacts with his agent and father, pens and his trusted planner of course. 

Finally climbing up to the entrance he saw there were others waiting there attempting to make idle chit chat. He had no interest in that, not to mention they all looked like riff raff anyways. Some of them more than others, yet he felt more put together than anyone else who was there. Taking a small breath in, he approached them with light footsteps and his arms crossed, a charming smile crept its way on his face that he used in professional settings so everyone didn’t find out he was some sort of lonely asshole, he’d rather be seen as the charming loner type, [b][color=BlueViolet]“Ah I see there are others here. Is this everyone or is this more so just the beginning? And has the master of the establishment arrived yet?”[/color][/b] It was short, sweet and to the point. Keeping that distance from others just enough so they don’t feel compelled to talk to him. It would be even worse if someone knew of him, gorging him for attention. Chronus tried to shrug his shoulders in an attempt to relax, at least mentally, his outside looks was that of a carefree teenager with a slight attitude problem.