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DISPLAYING SUBJECT: Celty Sturluson Label: VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT Band: VANDALISM IN PROGRESS Instrument: PIANO Fame Lvl: 2 (Power Lvl + Fortune Lvl) Current MP: 2 Short Description: ► No longer a headless woman, Celty keeps her face covered and stays silent as part of her gimmick. Its also because she was in a bad accident years ago that fucked up her face and vocal cords. While she can speak, it tends to hurt and she prefers to use notecards and her phone to communicate. Her sister ended up in a coma in said accident and without anyone else to rely on, Celty was forced to abandon her dreams of fame to support them both. Luckily, after several years of nothing, she managed to squeeze her way back into a music career and, more importantly, in the spotlight. Dealing with various stresses has made Celty a very cynical, detached person. She’s not interested in dealing with any band drama or even conversing with most people. More than anything, she wants to enjoy the sweet life as much as possible. That said, she's mildly aware of her faults and occasionally attempts to overcome them through talking and befriending people. But she's not trying all that hard. Regains So Far: ► None Contact Player: ► Nerdman42 ► PM: nerdietalk IC CONTACT ► PHONE: 1-555-555-5555 ► TEXT: 1-555-555-5555 ► EMAIL: csturluson@virgoentertainment.vgo ► TWITTER: SturlingCelty ► FACEBOOK: Celty Sturluson ► TUMBLR: csturluson ► ANYTHING AT ALL:

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[hanginginthere]

have you ever felt like you shouldnt have gotten up out of bed

[Shen's normally pretty decent when it comes to texting- the few times he's texted Celty. something might be wrong.]

[losingherhead]

[Well that's a little concerning.]

Every day.

[She hits send before she even thinks about it. Why would you offer that much info Celty, why would you do this.]

[hanginginthere]

[...well, that's concerning right back. all of the sudden, Shen's full of doubt; why is he bothering Celty? she's got enough problems, she doesn't need any of his, especially when they're his own stupid fault]


Do you want to improv some blues?

[losingherhead]

[There's a few minutes of silence while Celty thinks that over. She really just wanted to keep to herself, away from any drama.

Yeeeeet she finds herself typing a quick:] Sure

[hanginginthere]

[stupid, stupid, he's so stupid. she's not going to respond, he's just going to pretend like he never texted her in the first place and they can go back to



well then.]

OK.

I'll be home soon.

[losingherhead]

[Okay. Apparently this is happening. Building bonds between band members and shit. Try not to screw this up Celty.]

I'll meet you in the band room.

[hanginginthere]

[maybe he should cancel. cancel could be a thing? suddenly coming down with an illness- no, but then she'd get mad at him. maybe. it's hard to read Celty, but- god, and they way he would calm down would be to play music, and she'd hear, and she'd know he skipped out on her.

he's so stupid.

within the half hour, though, he's stepping in to the penthouse, only a little calmer. it's...just going to be a little jam session. improv. nothing to worry about, right...?

he really, really wishes he didn't get out of bed today. in to the band room it is, though.]

[losingherhead]

[What was she thinking she can't talk to people she literally can't talk to people. People will just get frustrated reading her phone so much.

But still she still heads to the band room and offers a small wave when he enters. Fuck fuck fuck.]

[hanginginthere]

[WELL HERE THEY ARE AND THERE'S NO WAY HE CAN GET OUT OF THIS NOW. he offers a small little smile and wave of his own, moving over to where his synth is stored when not in use.] Hey. Um...thanks. I know you've probably got others things to do and all...

[losingherhead]

Not really. I was happy for the distraction.

[Did that sound desperate for socializing, god it probably did.]

[hanginginthere]

[it takes him a moment to read the card, since he has to kind of lean over to get close enough to see- but when he does, his smile broadens a little. a tad. a tiny bit. maybe.]

Yeah, well...I didn't have anything really in mind to play, just...

[he starts to play a few aimless notes.]

[losingherhead]

[She follows his lead at plays some generic jazzy choruses. Just standard stuff.]