Why does everyone think I'm a busker? (THE Justin)

[Roy Atenwood]

Roy was sitting on a street corner, beat up old accoustic guitar on his knee, playing a tune. It was an old guitar, and an old, classic tune if you were a gamer.Vampire Killer. The first Belmont theme from the classic series of games, Castlevania. One of Roy's favorites was Castlevania 2. It was the predecessor to the uber-popular RPG style Castlevania games.

Heh...I used to be a big gamer. Don't know what happened, though. I guess 552 got to me.......this place is a bit more tame, though, I guess.


Roy had been attending classes, taking his meds, and being a good student, lately. He had brought up his grades, and worked in his brother's antique shop. He actually had to stop people form giving him cash when they walked by..he was sitting on his doorstep, and playing. It was just something he was doing to pass the time on a lazy day off.

.....maybe I should try and get a girlfriend or something....nah..not meant for romance. Tried it once, didn't suit me......and at least I'm thinking to myself instead of speaking out loud....

He finished up the song, and leaned back against the stoop, aching for a smoke. He had given it up a while back, but it always came back at odd moments.....maybe he should start again, but it was a real waste of money. Even WITH a job, he didn't toss his cash around.

If he did, his guitars wouldn't be so old and beaten. His electric was in worse shape than his acoustic, too.

He laughed out loud, and reached into his pocket for one of the Slim Jims he had grabbed from the cupboard at home, and opened it, eating it slowly. god, it was good to have junk food again.

[Stu Pott]

Stu walked silently down the sidewalk, chewing down on a piece of pizza. mm, pizza pizza.

He walked around, doing nothing, just walking for the sake of walking. He mowed down, the cheesy ooey gooey-ness of the slice sliding down his throat. His gigantic black eyes were a stark disturbance compared to the peaceful demeanor, not to mention his blue hair.

He heard something, a rattle and the beginning of a tune. A familiar tune. He of course played video games (who didn't). He followed the sweet tune with all his sense, besides taste, as that continued to be preoccupied with the pizza.

Soon, he came upon that which made the sound. He watched patiently as the man finished, took out a slim jim, and snapped into it.

Then, he spoke.

"That... That was really good."

[Roy Atenwood]

"Yeah? Thanks, man."

Roy held out a hand, as he swallowed a chunk of greasy, fake meat that was Slim Jim. Awesome incarnate, although he could really, REALLY use a smoke. Giving them up was not easy at all. His ass, clad in blue jeans that were torn a bit on the knees, his black T-shirt flapping in a slight breeze as he stood, to make it easier to shake the hand he was holding out, guitar balanced on his shoulder now.

"Roy Atenwood."

This guy seemed decent enough. At least, Roy thought so. One of the holdovers from his unmedicated state was that he believed you could judge someone by what they ate. And the pizza, he recognized, was from a damn fine little shop a bit up the road. The black eyes were a bit odd, but Roy's eyes were a very odd shade of gray. Like living iron, and seemed to bore straight into the young man's soul, as he smiled, and held out his hand in greeting.

"Nice to meet 'ya."

His irish accent was strong, and he could sing, too, if it was Flogging Molly he was covering.