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Solitary Serenade 
28th-Jun-2009 08:27 pm
Who: Sasuke (Open)
What: The youngest Uchiha attempts to clear his head
When: Late afternoon, June 29th
Rating: PG - 13 (Because you never know)

The warm breeze blew through his hair, the raven tresses bouncing about in a dance of sorts. It was already past the hottest part of the day, but the summer heat still came off of the water in waves and he watched as the swimmers climbed out of the lake for shade and refreshments. That was what most folks did for recreation, though he didn’t really want any part of it. Sasuke was content to sit far enough back on the riverbank where he could stay clear from being splashed but still be able to enjoy the majesty and the peacefulness his surroundings could give. He felt calm out here, guitar resting firmly on his lap as if it were a second appendage. When he wasn’t in classes it almost was, just as a pen and paper was to an artist; you could never question when the muses of inspiration had something to say.

Touching the smooth body of the guitar, Sasuke felt the power of the strings beneath his arms. The command they took of the whole instrument when they found themselves tenderly stroked by his soft, passionate fingers. His family could not understand the thrall of this, this idea of wanting to become some sort of “rock star” was childish and inconceivable. Of all the times that he’d wanted to be noticed – it appeared that when he did something against the norm, was when got the attention. Negative, one might add, but he supposed that was better than nothing.

Leaning his back against the tree, he allowed his fingers to do the talking and found himself whisked away to a place where he felt content.

30th-Jun-2009 03:36 am (UTC)
Pein watched as the young black-haired man began to play. He sat by on a nearby bench and listened, relaxing and drifting into the music himself. He allowed himself a smile of appreciation for the performer.
30th-Jun-2009 04:42 am (UTC)
Konan has a few minutes to kill since classes ended early today. She walked down to the lake, a favorite spot of hers to study when the weather was nice.

She saw a young raven-haired man play the guitar; his strumming was beautiful. She sat down on the bench next to Pein (far from him, but enough room for her to put her bag and cello next to her). Her thin pale hands smoothed out her dress. She gave a tiny smile as she listened to the music, pulling out her book, a pen, and a highlighter as she began to study.
3rd-Jul-2009 01:26 am (UTC)
The water was always a peaceful place to think. Unlike the misleading, and occasionally truthful, stereotype of police officers, Kisame preferred to spend his downtime staring at the water instead of eating donuts at a coffee shop. It didn't surprise him in the slightest that others enjoyed the calm of this park as well, especially with such a lovely view within arms reach.

There was a boy playing guitar not far from him, sitting there and keeping to himself. Kisame didn't usually see people play for no reason at all, often it was for money or for publicity. The boy was only playing riffs over and over again and the only crowd happened to be civilians who happened to pass by.
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