Cannibal Road(open)

[bennett evin murphy]

Bennett had left his home at age seventeen, ready to live his own life. Before that was all a blur, all a pointless, irrelevant blur. He had known from one experience on a cold dreary night what he wanted to do..and that was play Piano. He was never shy, but he didn't usually seek people out and that lead to his downfall. He wasn't sure who to talk to, to talk himself up, get positions and finally he got a hold of someone. They booked him a gig at the local night spot, to play for people, see how it went. For a man who was constantly holding up his own wall, his own line of defenses, the idea was terrifying..yet so thrilling he couldn't contain himself.

There was a time in which men wore suits of metal to protect themselves when going into battle. At another point, various cultures in Africa fought their battles in the nude seeking a more divine form of protection. In much the same way we as people protect ourselves against the slings and arrows of the outside world. Some of us raise great walls within our minds and hope to hole ourselves up in solitude and denial. Others, throw open wide the gates to their heart and let the world do what it will hoping that everything will equal nothing.

Much the same as those knights did perish and the African warriors of old often died in combat, so do our souls. As we cross the no-man's land of life many of us fall victim to the bullets and blasts around us and no amount of protection is going to save us. No man has ever built a fortress that can't be penetrated, no soul has thrown up walls so high they can't be broken down. When all of the bricks and mortar are stripped, all that remains is how tough you are as a person, as a human.

Bennett was scared, but determined to fulfill his dreams as a pianist and that meant playing at places like this where he wasn't the main attraction but he'd be an important part of setting the mood for the business walking in the door. Tonight he had a set of eight songs, a thirty minute break to mingle with the people, get a bite to eat or a drink (on the house) and get back up for another four songs to finish up the night. He hoped something interesting would happen, or at least he'd find a pretty face to lock eyes with once or twice and make the night not only productive, but fun and considerabley better than the boring nights he'd spent at home for the past week.

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[ALEXANDRA DOMINIKA BLAINE]

crawling toward the sun
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Surprise of surprises, Alex was on her way to Zanzibar for the night. She pretty much haunted the place these days, and it had almost become a lifestyle to go to the club every night to dance, drink, flirt, and often end up in the morning in a strange bed. Her own apartment felt much less like home to her than Zanzibar did. Since she had moved here from NYC four months ago, the nightclub had become the number one place she spent time, so she was practically a regular. The doorman only had to take one glance at her before he gave her a small smile and let her in ahead of the long line. It wasn't simply because he liked her, she was aware. But the doormen for clubs like this were trained to fill the club with as many attractive and sociable people as possible who would liven up the place and make it look good. To put it bluntly, Alex was one of the women who did just that.

She kissed the doorman on the cheek as she walked past him into the dimly lit nightclub, taking a sort of savage pleasure in the indignant cries of some of the people standing in line. Whatever. They would get their turn... eventually. It had taken dedication to this club to get in as easily as she now did. As she stepped inside, she immediately noticed there was something a bit different about the atmosphere of the club tonight... What was it? Her eyes scanned the dancefloor and the bar and then settled on the answer to her query. At the grand piano situated near the bar there was a man, actually playing it. It wasn't that unusual, considering the club often substituted live music for a DJ, but Alex had never seen a piano player there before. She actually liked the sound of the music. It was somewhat jazzy and reminded her of old movies.

Alex lazily made her way over to the bar, enjoying the occasional men's eyes that flickered her way. She was wearing an eye-popping, bright red sheath dress that came down about halfway to her knee, and black, sky-high open-toed heels. When Alexandra Blaine wanted to dress up, she never did it half assed. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in soft waves. Many people mistakenly thought she had extensions, but really, she just took good care of her hair, and it grew very quickly. Weekly trips to the salon didn't hurt, of course. She ordered a vodka and cranberry at the bar, which she hadn't ordered in awhile, but she liked. It wasn't a typical "girly drink," she supposed, but whatever. Despite her thin stature, Alex was far from a lightweight. In fact, girly drinks tended to not have much effect on her anymore. Whoops.

After getting her drink and taking the first delicious sip, she turned around to survey the dancefloor, leaning easily back on the counter. It was still fairly early in the night, so there was not a huge amount of people on the dancefloor. She didn't feel like dancing at the moment anyway, so she made her way over to the lounge area and sat down on a plush, dark leather armchair. She took care not to sit on one of the long couches, because that would make it easier for a guy to sit down too close to her. Not that Alex minded getting close to guys... It was the opposite really. But she liked them to have to work for it a little bit. Plus, she would rather be able to pick and choose who she wanted to sit to instead of having some drunk creep press up against her and try to stick his tongue in her mouth.

Feeling a bit bored, Alex glanced over at the piano player and was pleasantly surprised to find that he was quite good looking. He had very nice blue eyes. It was possible he was her type. Well, she didn't really have a "type" she supposed. It wasn't as though she was looking for a relationship, so basically her type was good looking and easily bangable. She considered going to talk to him. Maybe she would in a bit, but she wouldn't want to distract him from his playing. With a slightly devilish grin on her face, she watched him over the rim of her glass, not caring if she was caught looking at him. In fact, she rather hoped that she was.

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[bennett evin murphy]

Bennett loved the piano. The soothing sounds that came from his fingertips made him smile. Widely used in Classical music for solo performances, ensemble use, chamber music, and though Bennett hadn't learned any other instrument like he had the piano it wa salso good for accompaniment. Although not portable and often expensive, the piano's versatility and ubiquity have made it one of the world's most familiar musical instruments.

As Bennett sat there on his bench he could feel the vibrations from pressing a key on the causing the tiny hammer to strike steel strings. The hammers would rebound, allowing the strings to continue vibrating at their resonant frequency.These vibrations are transmitted through a bridge to a sounding board that couples the acoustic energy to the air so that it can be heard as sound. When the key is released, a damper stops the string's vibration.

He finished his song and opened his eyes, scanning the crowd for listeners and he was glad to hear and see quite a few people smiling up at him and applauding. As he scanned the crowd his eyes stopped immediately catching a glimpse of a pair of piercing blue eyes, practically as vibrant as his own. The woman's dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and across the red bust of her dress. He smiled, knowing for that moment they had made eye contact and she was interested at least in his performance. He glanced down at his watch and back to the bartender who was to give him his cue as to when his set was up and when the bartender waved he nodded, stepping off stage taking his jacket off leaving it on the stool, revealing a dark blue button up shirt and a crisp pair of buckle brand jeans.

He hopped off stage and followed his gaze to the girl who sat by herself, looking up at him and his piano with those gorgeous cyan orbs. "Whatya' think?" he asked with a small smile. "Jazz music have anywhere in your heart or are you just here for the cranberry juice." he said with a small smirk. When he glanced back at her drink he nodded, mentally noting the type of drink she had chosen for herself, it was almost empty. "Would you let me buy you another?" he asked in a friendly tone.

He had never really been the "eager" type and many men made the mistake of thinking, a pretty girl in a bar meant she was a specific type of girl. Bennett hda learned early on not to make such assumptions, not only would it get him nowhere, but it made the woman seem somewhat less approachable and less attractive. He made sure to keep any such thoughts out of his head as he smiled at the pretty brunette now in front of her. "I'm Bennett Murphy, can I ask your name?" he asked ready to offer her his own hand to shake.
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NOTES:Boredom does this..