They only fall... a-part.
Can it be.. undone?
The man just sighed as he sat at the bar, looking at his reflection in the light brown liquid that filled the small glass in front of him. He was silent, as subtle vibrations and bumps caused ripples to form in the liquid, distorting his face for brief moments... but he didn't seem to notice... or possibly care.
"You look like you got the weight of the world on your shoulders." the bartender commented, causing the man to snap out of whatever 'trance' he might have been in.
He sighed once more, and moved one of his long blonde bangs out of his face, tucking a little bit of loose hair into his black beanie hat. He then looked at the bartender with his deep blue eyes, and shook his head.
"Eh, I really wouldn't say THAT." he responded. "It's not quite there yet, but stress IS a big thing for me right now." he admitted.
He was Jaden Sherwood and he was a magician by trade... to a degree. His act consisted of a type of magic often associated with cults and satan and dealing with the devil. While it had no 'official' branding or name, people would sometimes refer to it as 'Mind-freaking', as he would freak out his audience and mess with their in doing so. His act consisted of him constantly placing himself in mortal danger, generally with swords and various other kinds of blades. He'd always impale himself with these implements... but he never died, or even seemed to sustain any injury. In truth... he was a user of a rare kind of mana in the world... portal magic. It made his acts extremely convincing to his target audience... the underground goths, punks, and emos... to which he was an instant hit with, and they always wanted more.
It also helped that he also had a particular aesthetic that complimented the shows he put on. He dressed in blacks, greys and dull, dark colours, and his skin was on the pale side as well, giving him a look that screamed 'death'. Which came from him being a dhampir... not that he'd reveal such a thing, as both humans AND vampires wouldn't take too kindly to his existence. Humans moreso, but some vampires were still stuck in the old ways.
Still, his act was a rousing success, and he'd become rather famous AND infamous... which meant he had found it increasingly hard to find a place where he could just find some peace and quiet, without someone recognizing him and him being mobbed by people he didn't want to associate with. But this bar... this was a place where his fame didn't matter. Where his reputation was known, but people didn't bother him about it. He was extremely grateful for it, even if it WAS in a seedy area. He knew how to take care of himself.
"Normally, I'd suggest a game a' pool to take your mind off of things." the bartender said. "But it seems like a huge crowd's gathered around them." he commented, gesturing to the large gathering of people in question, many of them clad in biker's garb.
"Hm." Jaden muttered, grabbing his drink.
"Guess I'll see what all the hullabaloo is about." he said, getting up from the bar and making his way towards them... managing to pick up on some growls and unfriendly grumbling as he got closer.
'Wonder what's up?' he thought, hearing the clattering sounds of pool cues and billiard balls.
Why can't I just be
The one
For once!?
The one
For once!?