Gypsy Love``Mircea

[Solomon J. Murphy]

Outfit ^ : : Tunezz

Solomon had been in Waterville for just two weeks. Something held him there, something much stronger than anything he'd felt before. He'd been following his senses for 3 years, and they'd taken him from town to town, never really settling down anywhere. Waterville was the first town that really felt like home. Something big was there, he felt it deep inside his bones. It kept him on his toes, exploring around the town in search of this thing.

While searching, Sol had managed to find a few makeshift venues to play at. After bugging the owners of the local coffee shop, he'd managed to book a spot on a Friday night. They ensured him he wouldn't have much of an audience, but that was the last thing he cared about. All he wanted to do was play.

That Friday, Solomon spent all day playing on his balcony, readying himself for the night ahead of him. He practiced his own songs, as well as several popular songs that would at least gain some attention.

Sol showed up an hour early, getting himself set up and ready to play right at 8. He had a corner of the shop reserved with a simple wooden stool and a microphone. Before playing, he ordered an ice water and had a cigarette, his usual ritual.

Growing up performing kept him from getting any type of stage fright, which he was thankful for. When 8 rolled around, he took his place on the stool. "Hey everybody!" He said, gaining a couple of head turns from the few patrons in the shop. "I'm Solomon Murphy, and I'm from California. Uh, I'm going to start off with one of my own songs, I hope you enjoy. It's called "Sugar."" He grinned, then began. His voice came out smooth and sweet, doing exactly what he wanted. Not many people watched, but he couldn't care less. He continued to play, completely consumed by his music.

[Mircea Gnosis]

Mircea just pulled a twelve hour shift at the hospital and was ready to relax at the Bat Cave and drink a nice French Vanilla Cappuccino. She pushed through the glass doors and was greeted by sweet air conditioning and the sound of a beautiful guitar. As she slid into her seat she noticed a guy on the corner stage playing the instrument and singing. He had an amazing voice and his playing was spectacular. He had dread locks and he was very handsome. Mercy smiled at the sound of his talent and her blood boiled beneath her skin. Literally. When she felt very....happy...her fire powers had the tendency to come alive without her permission. It did, after all, have a mind of its own.

She turned in her seat to unpack her laptop and place it on the table. Not even two seconds after she opened it, the performer began to play a familiar tune. She stopped, turned to look at him, and smiled. Without even thinking she got up, walked up to the stage, and listened while she gazed at him with her brown eyes. With a smile she mouthed the words to the song as he sang the first verse.

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[Solomon J. Murphy]

Outfit ^ : : Lightzz

Solomon sang his song, his eyes shut tight as his sense began to kick in. He saw a girl, a beautiful gypsy girl with brown eyes and a fire within her. He struggled to hang onto the vision as he sang, wanting to be sure he kept up his singing and didn't screw up.

As he finished out the song, Sol opened his eyes. "Thank you." He spoke, looking out at the crowd. His eyes were immediately drawn to the girl, the same one from the vision. Without skipping a beat, he changed to his next song. He started singing, hoping someone would know it.

Before he had time to worry about it, the girl grinned and walked up to him. She sang the words along with him, making his senses heat and work. He could see her differently, her aura shining a bright orangey red, like fire. Solomon grinned as they sang, wishing the song was longer. As he finished it, he smiled down at her. "Well hello. Thank you." He reached a hand out to shake, pulling away from the mic. "I'm Solomon."

[Mircea Gnosis]

Mircea's lips formed the words as they sang together. It sounded beautiful, and when the song ended she noticed he was looking right at her. The expression on his face told her that he was thinking about whether or nor he has seen her before, which he very well might have.

After he introduced himself to her, she smiled and extended her hand to his, "Solomon, I'm Mircea." She had a minor Gypsy accent, but it wasn't strong enough to throw her off.

[Solomon J. Murphy]

Outfit ^ : : Gypsy Love

He smiled, very impressed. She was exactly what he saw in his head, something about her screamed at his senses, told him she was important. In some way or another, she was given to him. "Mircea, what a beautiful name." He grinned to her, then leaned back up to his mic.

"Ladies and gentleman, this song is dedicated to my new friend here, Mircea," Hardly anyone looked up, but he reached his hand down to clasp hers for a moment. "It's my last for the night, and it's called Gypsy Love." Solomon beamed, and slowly pulled his hand from hers as he started to play. He watched her as he sang, the music wrapping around her and creating a beautiful glow.