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Johnny didn't really know how long he played, time blending together with the song and wind. It was nice to just relax after a day of work, the people here were nice enough but work was work nonetheless and for someone used to being on the road Johnny found it key to maintaining his stress. And so he sat, drinking a root beer while munching on potato chips between playing little songs. People would walk by and usually flash a smile his way before moving on to whatever they had doing, a lazy buzz of activity much unlike the high energy of Star city. Johnny was always more of a country boy, preferring the quiet of the out cities and roads. So far, everything was looking to be a gre-
"Hello Johnny.", The small voice nearly caused Johnny to jump out of his own skin, Eve being the last person he would have expected to see. After taking about a second to compose himself, Johnny put his guitar aside and listened to what the little Gem had to say. It left him puzzled... and conflicted. On one hand he'd like to think of Eve as a friend, but on the other all he knew of this Bloodstone guy was that he was bad news and she was on his side of this whole deal. "I'm...not entirely comfortable with revealing that. It's nothing personal Eve but I mean, see this from my perspective. Your on the "bad guys" team, it's not like I can just hand that information out. Plus, I'd prefer staying out of Gem business. Nearly died the last time I was involved." Johnny scratched at the back of his neck, insecurity and a couple shades of guilt all over his face. "Sorry."
"Hello Johnny.", The small voice nearly caused Johnny to jump out of his own skin, Eve being the last person he would have expected to see. After taking about a second to compose himself, Johnny put his guitar aside and listened to what the little Gem had to say. It left him puzzled... and conflicted. On one hand he'd like to think of Eve as a friend, but on the other all he knew of this Bloodstone guy was that he was bad news and she was on his side of this whole deal. "I'm...not entirely comfortable with revealing that. It's nothing personal Eve but I mean, see this from my perspective. Your on the "bad guys" team, it's not like I can just hand that information out. Plus, I'd prefer staying out of Gem business. Nearly died the last time I was involved." Johnny scratched at the back of his neck, insecurity and a couple shades of guilt all over his face. "Sorry."
If I lived in a Van, I would too. It would literally be my baby.
@Akayaofthemoon
PLEASE NO, SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG!
The Van is, and forever shall be, a woman. Her name is Van, short for Vanessa... long for V.
PLEASE NO, SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG!
The Van is, and forever shall be, a woman. Her name is Van, short for Vanessa... long for V.
So far, the marvelous people/sentient polymorphic space rocks of Mohs Town have not been having a good day as per Johnny's thoughts. He jinxed everything.
Time flies when idle hands are turned to work, something Johnny was finding himself enjoying as he went on. As the Gems helped so did Johnny, becoming synonymous with them as the reconstruction came to a close. With his blood, sweat, and tears Johnny planted a seed in the town which tethered him to the spot. The one time he tried to leave had him driving back on the third day. The town, its people, and the Gems had sunk their claws into Johnny's heart and he was here to stay for the long haul.
With giving up his nomadic lifestyle brought unforeseen consequences, like how he was going to fill his time. Being stationary meant he could no longer fill long stretches of the day with driving across the country, which proved a problem for the restless soul. He tried playing his guitars for hours then switched to hiking when he feared carpel tunnel was about to come knocking. Eventually he had to give up hiking as well as he was burning through his clothes faster than he could clean. One after another he tried different things, each having its own issue that forced Johnny to give it up. That is until he found a job.
As it turns out, giant laser beams are enough to cause people to leave forever. Because of this fact, the "Bee and Bard" diner was understaffed and in need of a waiter. Johnny coincidently fit the bill for a good waiter, friendly, attentive, and a good enough multi-tasker to not accidentally put mustard in your coffee. It didn't pay all that much but it allowed Johnny to fill the time and to learn about a bit about the people of Mohs town.
Punching out for the day, Johnny hung up his apron and left for some wandering. Halloween was coming up, a day of magic and monsters to most but to Johnny it held a more personal meaning. The day prior would be his birthday which meant he would have been on this wonderful planet for a full twenty two years, God he never felt as young or as old when his birthday came around. Must be the weather.
Walking through the town, Johnny's thoughts turned to his newfound friends. He worried about all of them, the danger they were in for just existing had kept him up some nights at the unfairness of it all. Sodalite was watched more carefully than most, Eves' abandonment had affected the poor thing something fierce. Aquamarine was more or less the same, always the matronly glue holding the chromatic bunch of misfits together. Amber and Emerald were both odd in their own ways, but they were friendly enough. The others, Zircon and Spinel, were less well known known by Johnny but he cared nonetheless.
Soon enough Johnny found himself at The Van and with nothing better to do decided it was as good a time as any to bust out the guitar. "Today is an acoustic kind of day." he thought to himself as he tuned the old girl down a bit before beginning a soft tune, something like a lullaby in intensity. A smile graced his lips as the sound flowed through the air, today was a good day.
With giving up his nomadic lifestyle brought unforeseen consequences, like how he was going to fill his time. Being stationary meant he could no longer fill long stretches of the day with driving across the country, which proved a problem for the restless soul. He tried playing his guitars for hours then switched to hiking when he feared carpel tunnel was about to come knocking. Eventually he had to give up hiking as well as he was burning through his clothes faster than he could clean. One after another he tried different things, each having its own issue that forced Johnny to give it up. That is until he found a job.
As it turns out, giant laser beams are enough to cause people to leave forever. Because of this fact, the "Bee and Bard" diner was understaffed and in need of a waiter. Johnny coincidently fit the bill for a good waiter, friendly, attentive, and a good enough multi-tasker to not accidentally put mustard in your coffee. It didn't pay all that much but it allowed Johnny to fill the time and to learn about a bit about the people of Mohs town.
Punching out for the day, Johnny hung up his apron and left for some wandering. Halloween was coming up, a day of magic and monsters to most but to Johnny it held a more personal meaning. The day prior would be his birthday which meant he would have been on this wonderful planet for a full twenty two years, God he never felt as young or as old when his birthday came around. Must be the weather.
Walking through the town, Johnny's thoughts turned to his newfound friends. He worried about all of them, the danger they were in for just existing had kept him up some nights at the unfairness of it all. Sodalite was watched more carefully than most, Eves' abandonment had affected the poor thing something fierce. Aquamarine was more or less the same, always the matronly glue holding the chromatic bunch of misfits together. Amber and Emerald were both odd in their own ways, but they were friendly enough. The others, Zircon and Spinel, were less well known known by Johnny but he cared nonetheless.
Soon enough Johnny found himself at The Van and with nothing better to do decided it was as good a time as any to bust out the guitar. "Today is an acoustic kind of day." he thought to himself as he tuned the old girl down a bit before beginning a soft tune, something like a lullaby in intensity. A smile graced his lips as the sound flowed through the air, today was a good day.
Hey everyone, with stuff calming down on my end of the world I think I can get back into the swing of things around here.
Completely finished the CS, added some stuff and changed some others. I may not be able to get a post into late in the day tomorrow, but if my schedule permits I'll get a post sooner.
Viking
Name: Rowen
Age: 18
Choice of Weapon: Shaman staff
Bio: Rowen was raised under the tutelage of Gothi, learning everything the woman knew about healing so that when the day came she left this land someone could take her place. The work hasn't always been easy on Rowen, having seen the damage dragons cab do to a body. Thus when the village began to accept dragons Rowen was very wary. Eventually however her walls were broken down and she welcomed them into her life. Recently she has been itching for an adventure, wanting to do something exciting before fully committing to the healer lifestyle.
Other?: Is by and far one of the best cooks in Berk.
Dragon
Name: Ramhorn
Age: 18
Species: Rumblehorn
Personality: Grim and craggy on the outside, but a big softy in they end. She has an immense hatred for Whispering Deaths.
Name: Rowen
Age: 18
Choice of Weapon: Shaman staff
Bio: Rowen was raised under the tutelage of Gothi, learning everything the woman knew about healing so that when the day came she left this land someone could take her place. The work hasn't always been easy on Rowen, having seen the damage dragons cab do to a body. Thus when the village began to accept dragons Rowen was very wary. Eventually however her walls were broken down and she welcomed them into her life. Recently she has been itching for an adventure, wanting to do something exciting before fully committing to the healer lifestyle.
Other?: Is by and far one of the best cooks in Berk.
Dragon
Name: Ramhorn
Age: 18
Species: Rumblehorn
Personality: Grim and craggy on the outside, but a big softy in they end. She has an immense hatred for Whispering Deaths.
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