Got to get this done

[Pandora Hazel Lennox]

She had to get this done, she just had to. It could be her big break, it could be her ticket to success. While Pandora Hazel Lennox worked in Red Lobster as a part-time waitress, music was really her passion. Not just to listen to it, not just to play it, but to write it as well.

Being a part-time student as well, Pandora was doing life her way. While her parents payed for college, she told them she wanted to do everything else by herself. While most students would rejoice and be thankful that their parents were paying their way through college, leave it to her to think completly opposite.

Having to pay for housing, shopping, food, and other things she wanted, Pandora found that very difficult. Being used to that upperclass life style, she was thrown into the world of lowerclass citizens. Boy, that took some getting used to. Some people called her spoiled, but she perfered pampered. No longer a spoiled brat, she just lived life very cushy.

And to make it on her own, she just /had/ to get this song written. Had to. This twenty year old was in the process of writing an ayre, to what or who she did not know yet. The college sympony director told his students that if any of them composed anything, they would try it out and play. In high school, Pandora had arranged music for Pep Band, and played around with composing.

She walked through the park rather quickly, looking for a place to sit down. Under her arm was a drawing tablet that Pandora had turned into a music writing pad. It was a rather large pad, twenty inches by seventeen inches. Very large.

Finding a nice little picnic area, the girl rushed over and sat herself down and opened up the pad near the middle. She turned it on it's side, and viewed the different staffs, each line for a different instrument. Pulling a pencil out of her hipster flare jeans, her eyes darted every which way across the paper.

Notes and pitches rushed through her head and she began to compose a song, measure by measure, instrument by instrument. She was humming and singing to herself the rythems and pitches. Any passer-by might think her a mad women. Oh no, she was not this. She was an artist, a composer. Something far more delicate than an insane person.

Got to get this done, got to get this done, she thought inbetween the notes and rythems. She had to get it out on paper before it escaped from her brain and was gone forever. Her muse had shocked her brain and gave her something to write.

[[xx. t r a c e y ♥ DAN]]

Having nothing to do at the bar, she sighed as she made her way down the path and saw a brilliant fountain. Anything with a bit of enthusiasm, impressed her. Everything was normal, except for the fact that a girl, maybe her age, looked like she was doing something that needed to get done. In other words, homework. Oh the word chiseled down her spine, for she hated anything to do with thinking.

Anyways, wonder came to her mind, and a stroke of happiness. She had a good feeling about this artistic girl, so left the sights of the fountain and onto a bench near the other female. Secretly peeking at what she was doing, she saw a wonderful picture, which just amazed her.

She stared at the rather large notebook and then decided to say "Hey, I love your drawing, where did you know how to draw? A small smile slided across her face.

While waiting for her answer, she pulled her back and realized that this girl must be intelligent. She never did get anything out of school, other than knowing the basics like subtraction, addition, multiply, division, and other stuff. But not as good as she could get. She was a stripper, aka: the sluts. Or so everyone though, actually she is very kind, she only likes to feed men's pleasures and give lap dances. But only for men, but she would die for them. I know, a bad hobby, but it was the only one she had other than seeking for something impressive. And she found it.

[Pandora Hazel Lennox]

[ooc] Heh, hate to point this out when I've been desperatly waiting for a reply to this thread but...

She's writing music in the drawing tablet, not drawing a picture. Though she does that as well, it's not what's consuming her time right now. ^__^;; [/ooc]

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[[xx. t r a c e y ♥ DAN]]

Oh I'm stupid.

[Pandora Hazel Lennox]

[ooc] Pfft, it's not a huge deal. I can see where you could have gotten mixed up. <3 'tis okay. =)[/ooc]

[Kato Mashi]

(Hope it's okay with both of you for me to join)

"Hey! Get away from there!" Kato shouted as he ran over to the two girls. They looked like an easy target to mug and who knows maybe they were loaded but he couldn't get himself to rob them, he just have a soft spot for girls and could never try to harm and or threaten them. Unless he needs some money and quick then he would rob anyone but not today, he had no money whats so ever and it would seem like today he would have to go another day without eating. That was now four days in a row of not even trash can junk or picking crumbs around food tables like an animal. No, Kato just hasn't been doing too good at the moment and there seemed to be no bright side.

When he got to the picnic area, he stared at each of the girls and then shouted at them. "Get away! Scat!" Kato moved his hands in a quick motion trying to shoo them away from the area. He glanced around the park and didn't really see many people but still he couldn't mug them, now being rude and cruel to them was a whole norther thing.

He let out an inhuman growl, almost like a wild animal, he was angry but then again that was the only true emotion he ever let the public see. "Move it, now" he said in a stern voice. Kato couldn't believe that someone would be so rude to as be near his "home" as he calls it but then again people where always rude and didn't care. He kneeled down on the ground, reaching over to his stuff just below the picnic table, then he grabbed out a old pillow and blanket from underneath the bench. Both the pillow and blanket were covered with dirt and smelled of musk, the pill had a few grass stains on it while the blanket was just it's plain dark shade of blue but it did has a big hole down at the bottom corner of the bottom.

Kato then lifted the pillow which he held in one hand, over his shoulder and then the blanket on the other. He glared over at the two "thanks a lot" he muttered and then started to walk off. He let out a sigh, now he needed to find a whole new home or wait until the girls left to take back his old one. The fact that he didn't have no where else to go and had to watch and wait for the two girls to leave, he decided to rest up in a tree.

He saw the perfect climbing tree, not so far away from the two, he would still be able to see them that be able to rest for the time being. He ran over to the tree and then put his pillow and blanket in one hand and then began to climb. Kato could feel the bark scrape up against his skin and it hurt but still he kept climbing and when he reached the top branch, he needed a bit of rest. He could feel his strength dain just from that small amount of climbing but still he was going to rest and wait for the two to leave so he could go back home again.

Kato stuffed the pillow under his head, to separate the bark and his head from bumping into each other and then gently pushed the blanket on him and just leaned back. "Stupid girls" he thought to himself as he stared at them from the tree. They both seemed a bit aways but he didn't seem to mind that, he was still able to see if they left or not.

[Pandora Hazel Lennox]

[ooc] It's fine. =) And Tracy, I'll just edit your post in my mind to fit what Pandora is doing, 'kay? [/ooc]

Before being interupted and scared half to death, Pandora was being complimented by a strangly pretty girl. She hadn't expected anyone to really bother her too much, but this was New York City and you could never get away from people even if you wanted to. Maybe scribbling down this music would have to wait. If it was good enough, it would still be in her head later.

"Thanks, I've been writing it since I was in high school," Pandora said.

To the average human eye, a bunch of staffs and notes were confusing. Heck, to even a band geeks eye it could be over whelming. A score was a powerful thing and that's what she was focusing on writing today.

Before the girl and her could get too friendly, a boy had come up and told them to get out of here. What? she thought, very confused. Did he have this spot saved...? Giving the boy a quizical look, he again told them to leave once he'd reach them.

"What?" was all the startled Pandora could manage to say. It's not every day that a teenager came up to her and told her to get away from the table she was sitting at. Then again, this was New York City. /Everything/ was strange there.

Watching the boy, still a puzzled look on her face, she saw him get a pillow and blanket from under the table. Something she'd totally missed. What is that doing here...? she thought as she watched the boy walk away. ...Why....? was all she could think. Is he... homeless? He's just a boy...

She was very confused, and hurt, that a boy would be homeless. It made her heart ache with the thought of being that age and not have a home to go to. At that age, she was safe in a boarding school surrounded by friends or in the Carribean Island's on vacation.

Feeling sorry for the boy, and not wanting anyone to walk away from her being angry at her, Pandora stood up after she'd watched the boy climb into the tree. She'd left her sketch book and pencil at the table, and walked over there empty handed, pulling her dark purple zip up hoodie closer around her body. The snug white t-shirt under it didn't do much for heat.

Reaching the tree and looking up, Pandora called to the boy, "I'm sorry, don't be angry with me. We can leave if you'd like your... spot back." Very appoligetic. While she was speaking to the boy, a battle was going on in her head; should she ask the boy to lunch or just give him his spot back in peace?

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[[xx. t r a c e y ♥ DAN]]

Pfft.. she had finally gotten time for freedom. All she gets is a boy trying to get them away from here. But as she looked closer, he looked as if he was homeless. Is he - no it couldn't be. She had never saw a person with tattered clothes and such. She slumped down into her seat watching his every move still trying to keep in touch with this new girl she had just met.

"We never-"

She stopped there and did a soft sigh. We were here first. The childish words ran through her head. This was totally unfair. She jingled and jangled with her cheap necklace trying to get the mment out of her head. As she rolled her eyes a bit, an idea manged to pop-out.

Forget it, why do you want us to leave?

Yes, questions were always the key to her problems. Weather it was a question about sex, wars, or even animals. It always worked. Now what could possibly be the difference?

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[Kato Mashi]

Kato glanced down from the tree when he heard the girl say about his spot back. He rolled his eyes and just sneered down at her. Then he heard the other girl and saw her walking toward the tree too and asked him a question. To him, this question was just plain stupid but then again he could explain to the two, if they were even willing to listen to him that is.

He grabbed both his blanket and then his pillow. Then began to climb back down the tree, once again he felt the tree bark scraping up against him but he made sure to get down quickly so he won't get so many cuts. "Look," he stared trying to think up a quick way to say this but all he knew of was the long way to explain everything so he had no choice but to use the long way.

"That isn't my spot. I just use it just to keep my blanket and pillow there" he make a motion with his hand to have them follow him back to the table. When he got there he kneeled down on the ground and then pulled out a old thrown out box and then showed set it down on the ground.

"Hey girl, how you doing?" He asked the thing inside of the box. A mother stray cat and four little kittens with their eyes still closed lay in the box together. Kato had "adopted" just about every stray animal on the streets and took care of them, he named this one cat Margo and the other kittens, Tye. He is the small orange litte kitten. Rudy, she is the all black cat with lovely eyes. Carmen, she is the tiny runt of the litter this white spots in her black fur and last, Truth. Truth is the one with white paws on all four of his paws.

He glared at the girls "now she see why?" He said this cruel and angry. He knew that no one was going to go near that table with him around, it was sort of his home and he needed to move the mother and kittens in. kato was a bit worried about Margo, he wasn't able to steal any cat food and no food means the milk for the kittens won't come in and they could all pass away, he didn't want that to happen and each time he looked inside of the box, his eyes show kindness and fear from their lives.