Tensions

Brief Title:
Tensions

Characters:
Blindfold, Phantasm, Wade Shaw

Scene Runner/Watcher:

IC Date:
09/22/12

Location:
Outside of Golem Studios - Chelsea, New York

Summary:
Blindfold comes across a disagreement between two musicians and gives Mike Armand's phone number

Social or Plot:

TS:
Yes

Log:
-----==[ Chelsea - New York ]==-----------------------------------------------



The Chelsea neighborhood takes its name from a single building, now demolished for a century and a half - the birthplace of Clement Clark Moore. Somehow, the artistic element never quite went away - anchored by the presence of the Hotel Chelsea, a residential hotel that's housed artists from Mark Twain to Stanley Kubrick to Jimi Hendrix (and, most notoriously, played host to Sid Vicious's probable stabbing of his girlfriend). These days, Chelsea's back in the center of the New York art scene, as art galleries have started migrating northward from SoHo.

Chelsea is, however, still primarily residential, offering apartments, tenements, and renovated warehouses as housing options. Most of the businesses here cater to the locals.



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As the afternoon gives way into the early evening, the streets of Chelsea slowly ebbs to life. People leaving work late, people heading to dinner early, to last second errands before the Thursday night life begins, there are many reasons to be out today.

One business, not a traditional follower of the typical 8 to 5 still has the presence of life within it. Considering it was torched just a few months ago. That there is any life there is impressive and indicative of the quick recovery that New Yorkers can perform when things are to the wall. The front door opens, spitting out two men. One man, sporting short blonde hair and managing to be the shorter of the pair despite his speaking companion being a short 5'11" (By Marvel standards). The taller person, sports darker hair, long locks pulled back in a pony tail as he wears slightly higher caliber attire. Drago's rocking the celebrity look tonight it seems.

Blindfold came walking along the side of the street tapping her cane. Newyork was always one of those places where you could wander and nothing was exactly the same, there were always new people and smells. The blindfolded girl was no different, out and about exploring. Some would say she was window shopping except that she couldn't see what was in the windows.

Although he's decked out, Mike does not seem all that happy at the moment as the positioning reveals him to be slightly behind the blonde, following him. "Wade, wait."

With no reason to look for Blindfold, Mike and the blonde man pause outside the door, the metal frame swinging shut with a pap. Despite they're unspoken agreement to stop outside, the blonde man, now identified as Wade doesn't seem to be wanting to accomodating the musician for long as he's quite irritated looking, a tone that filters to his voice as he responds, "Fuck you, Mike. Not doing it." Spinning on his heels, he stalks off, heading off in the opposite direction of the Tate.

Blindfold tilting her head as she blushes at the language "Wade...mike. Greysong??" she calls out the two as she approaches

Wade's steps slow as he glances towards the girl calling out his old band name, a bit curious to how she was able to figure that out just from two names. A glance back to Mike soon wipes out the curiousity as he goes back to irritably stalking off, not even so much as answering Blindfold's question.

Mike's pursuit of Wade stops as he hears Blindfold's voice, causing for him to look towards her as well. "Ruth?"

Blindfold smiles toward Mike with a nod as she hurries to catch up, tap-tap-tapping along her way "Yes, thank you hello again Mike. Should we catch up to your old friend?""

Mike looks to the direction of the departing Wade and considers it for a moment before he shakes his head staying in place to allow Ruth an easier time catching up. "Nah. He'll cool down." There's a wry smile on his lips as he follows it up with an additional statement, "Besides, I know where he lives."

Blindfold smiles "Tensions run high, fueled by the passion that drives all musicians?" finally catching up to Mike "If you don't mind, may I ask what is at the root of all the tension please?"

The smile fades. "You can ask... but it's probably better not to recap the whole thing out here." He glances towards the recording studio before he starts heading towards the Tate Apartment building. "I can say it is kind of career related." He shoves his hands in his pockets, glancing to the younger mutant, "And what brings you to Chelsea? Cutting through to get to the diner?"

Blindfold nods "Something that caused a fracture in your old band?" then turns her head side to side "Hmm, yes, thank you we'll go with that reason" giving a little giggle as she smiled.

If we were dealing with something similar to what caused for Greysong to be no more, either I'd be at his funeral or vice versa." Mike replies, shaking his head, "It's a bit more complex than that." His pace adjusts allowing for Blindfold to keep along, "I'll pass on that place tonight. Already had to head there once this week."

Blindfold nods falling into step "Then where would you like to go, please if you're interested?" then Ruth ohs as though remembering something, you try keeping past present and future of everyone you meet straight and see what you can remember. "Have you met Armand lately? I do hope he's alright. First time I met him in the park, he gave me his number"

At the mention of Armand, Mike's steps adjust, bringing him closer to a building side and out of the path of the regular foot traffic. He stops, looking towards Blindfold. "Do you have his number on you? I have a card to give him."

Blindfold simply follows mike to the side and nods with a curious expression "Scott's card, it'll be good for armand to get his number, yes thank you" then slips a hand into her pocket and pulls out her cell "Phone number, Armand" and instantly a number was coming up on the screen as a voice began reciting it and she held out the phone to him.

Mike looks over to the phone before reaching into his pockets, pulling out a small notepad from one and a pen from the other before he starts writing it down, "Thanks. The sooner we get him switching schools, that's one less thing for me to worry about."

Blindfold nods holding her phone still until told he's got the number "Yes, with luck, hopefully, less for us both to worry about, yes thank you. I just hope he'll grab the rope when it's offered his future is uncertain right now unfortunately"

Better uncertain then set firmly on the losing direction." Mike murmurs, clicking the pen shut before closing the notepad. Hands slide them into their respective pockets. "Think I'm going to head back home and give him a call. Leave him my number on his voice mail."

Blindfold nods slipping her phone back into her pocket when she hears the pen click "Alright, have a pleasant evening Mike, thank you and be well. Hopefully with everyone's effort Armand will switch schools and be better off for it"

Mike nods, "You too, Ruth. Enjoy the diner. And if a reptilian waitress spits into your glass, she's not being rude. She's refilling it." He pauses, "I'd order the soda."

Blindfold snickers softly "Soda it is then, yes thank you very much Mike...for everything" stepping into him to give a quick hug "I should be going too if I want to do get something at the diner"

Seeing the incoming hug, Mike lifts up his arms in accomodation, palms displaying outwards. Look. Not touching. All her. Not being a creeper. Nope. Nuh uh. With her hug complete, he steps back, giving a bit of a smile, "Take care Ruth." With that, he heads off to his apartment.

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