Behind The Sea [SEBBY]

[bree anise ripsen]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #ebdfc3; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-top: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-left: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-bottom: #3085bc 4px dotted;] i'm a walking travesty but i'm smiling at everything Lately, Bree's life felt samey and disinteresting. She didn't know why. It was just something about it; she was going through the motions of life, not enjoying it like she was supposed to. But, in all fairness, she probably hadn't been enjoying life in the first place. So she'd decided that enough was enough. The circle of her life had to be erased, and new lines had to be drawn in it's place. First way she was going to do that? Completely change the way she viewed things. Live without regrets, cares or fears. The fears thing had seemed the easiest to deal with, so...she picked up her guitar from the back room of her shop, and headed down to the mall. She was going to busk, one of the main things she wanted to do but was too frightened to. Hah. Busk. Nope. She ended up fleeing after seeing the sheer amount of people there. She was a chicken; there was no way she could do that. She could screw up or fail completely or just freeze up and be unable to do anything. Damned stage fright. She hated it so much; it held her back from doing so many things. Why did she care so much about what other people thought? She'd ended up wandering down to the beach (which was surprisingly empty), absent mindedly strumming a few chords and humming a small tune. It was the song she'd been trying to write for months - well, okay, month. But still. It had been too long. She either needed to throw it, get some help, or finish it. She hoped to do one of the latter two. What she had, she liked. It was just...figuring out the rest. OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: SEBBY-POO NOTES: LIKE THE NICKNAME? xD WORD COUNT: 298

[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian certainly had a lot to write about. Being a puppy for so long had meant he had been unable to song-write for a long, long time. He’d seen some things while being a canine that would certainly make for...interesting tunes.

He wasn't entirely sure where to write. Brent’s apartment was certainly cosy, but wasn't really somewhere to let his thoughts flow. Besides, he’d seen enough of that place in the last month- he needed to get out of there, at least during the day. He let his legs lead him, without any way of telling where he was going to end up in the end.

Sebastian realised he was at the beach by the scent of the sea. The crash of the waves calmed him, inspired him. He was unable to swim, but had always loved the calm look of water. Sitting at the top of the beach, he scribbled down a few sentences that were nonsensical and sighed. He longed for his cello, but would need money first. He’d have to buy a new one.

A guitar was being strummed; being strummed well. He turned, and noticed for the first time that there was another person on the beach. The young woman, who owned the guitar, didn’t seem to be in any particular distress. However, Sebastian had been raised to be certain of these things. “May I be of assistance?” he called, heading across the sand.

[bree anise ripsen]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #ebdfc3; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-top: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-left: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-bottom: #3085bc 4px dotted;] i'm a walking travesty but i'm smiling at everything Bree didn't really know what she was doing at all with this song. She had a chorus, which was really kind of strange. The song, or at least, what she had so far, was about something she'd never experienced before in her life: A break up. So how was she supposed to be able to channel what the song meant if she'd never been through what she was describing? She shook her head at herself, and just continued to play the chorus, singing the words quietly to herself. She had to admit; as far as her songs went, this would probably have been one of the better ones, if she could just get it finished. It was ridiculous. She really shouldn't have stressed out over it so much. But she couldn't help it. That was just how she did things. She overestimated the importance of certain things; it was just how she was. She froze, though, when a soft, male voice with an Italian lilt asked if she needed...assistance? Oh, god. She was so tempted to call out "Yes, please!" But, this? Nope. This was music related. The only person she was really okay with showing her musical stuff to was Brent. Random stranger on the beach? She'd never have the nerve. She looked up at him, blue eyes wide as if to say: Oh, god, you heard that? But she didn't say that. Just hoped that he hadn't heard. Or else she'd probably curl up and die right on the spot. She didn't like the idea of a complete stranger hearing her music. "N-Nah, you're alright," she stuttered out, clearing her throat. "I'm just...uh...m-messin' around, y'know? OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: SEBBY-POO NOTES: LIKE THE NICKNAME? xD WORD COUNT: 295

[sebastian charles vannucci]

The girl's nervous stutter alerted Sebastian to the fact that the young woman was clearly in distress, after all. In a notebook lying open on the ground, he spotted lots of crossed out lines, presumably from a song.

The girl on the beach looked up at him; her blue eyes shone. She was obviously having some difficulty playing her guitar- he'd noticed how only the chorus was played, over and over. "Perhaps, but I believe that you weren't just 'messing around', as you say. You seem to be very serious about the meaning of the song."

Undoing the top button of his shirt, he said, "It sounds rather good, what you have so far." He ran a hand absentmindedly over the back of his neck. "With my own songwriting experience, I find it helps to never forget that you enjoy it."

Sebastian stood next to the woman, humming the bars of song he'd heard himself. He then extended it, keeping the same theme and pitch running through the tune, while managing to differ it so it stayed interesting. Stopping abruptly, he said, "Sebastian Vannucci, at your service. I do apologise if I startled you; it was rather unbecoming to come over without permission."

[bree anise ripsen]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #ebdfc3; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-top: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-left: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-bottom: #3085bc 4px dotted;] i'm a walking travesty but i'm smiling at everything Okay, so Bree was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable. Heh. Beginning to. She'd been picked up on the fact that she wasn't as okay as she tried to come across to be. She might have been serious about the song's meaning, yes, but...oh, god. He'd commented. That meant that he had heard it after all. Fricking hell. She looked down at the soft, powdery sand beneath her red Converse. The grains shifted and slid as she shuffled her feet awkwardly, desperately trying not to make eye contact with him. If she did, she knew she'd probably end up flailing and dying of pure embarrassment. Her music...that was the one thing that she kept under wraps. And to have it uncovered? Well. She really wasn't sure that she liked that. Besides, she wasn't talented enough to have people hear her. She would never be talented enough. Not that that mattered; she'd never have the nerve anyway. Which sucked, but hey. That was life. Life sucked. At least, it did right now. She felt her cheeks darken when he complimented what she had so far. Now she was being lied to; she had to be. No matter how many times people had tried to tell her that, yes, she was good at this whole music lark, she knew that she wasn't. "N-No..." she protested weakly. "This isn't good. It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing when I got bored and had nothing better to do. And...I dunno...I kind of stuck with it? It could be better." This wasn't like Bree at all; normally, by this point, she would have struck up a conversation about something else, all conversational and friend-like. Not standing there blushing like a fool while a man that she had never seen before in her life complimented her abilities and...oh. Wow. He was actually...helping her? She was torn over that. It was really nice of him, and she certainly appreciated the help, but...it was music. But what he was humming sounded awesome. Really awesome, actually. She frowned some, thinking. She started humming along, quietly, harmonizing a bit to make it sound even cooler than it already did. Well, okay, it was her, so she'd probably make it less awesome, if anything, so... Sebastian Vannucci. Nice. Bree hadn't met a Sebastian before. They weren't all that common these days, but she really did like the name. It was cool. A small, sheepish smile played on the water sprite's lips as the man introduced himself, and shook her head, finally willing herself to look at him. "Uh...it's okay." she reassured him, taking in his appearance properly for the first time. And oh wow, this guy was good looking. "Bree Ripsen. Pleasure meeting you, Sebastian." OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: SEBBY-POO NOTES: :3 WORD COUNT: 483

[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian felt rather awkward as the girl stood there, staring at her feet. She was definitely uncomfortable; there was do doubt about that. And honestly, what had he been thinking? He'd been rather forward, and imposing on a lady's time was not considered gentlemanly in any way. Worried to say anything, he stayed silent. He didn't particularly wish to offend the woman as well as frighten her. That would be even less gentlemanly.

Still, he was glad he'd done something right- judging by the way she blushed lightly at his compliment, she'd been pleased to receive it. Despite that, she seemed determined to disagree. "It is good." He persisted. "That honestly was the best guitar playing I've heard in a long time." Which may or may not have had something to do with the fact he'd been a puppy and he'd not really been able to listen to guitar. The playing was still good, though, there was no denying that. Did she honestly not realise how talented she was? What she was humming sounded fantastic, especially with Sebastian's addition.

Not wanting to be any more imposing than he's already been, he stopped humming. It was up to her what her song sounded like, not him; if she'd asked for help, he'd have been happy to oblige, but she hadn't. As the young woman dared to look at him for the first time- a shy smile on her face- he smiled at her. Hopefully, it was a nice smile, a friendly smile. Not a scary smile. Scary smiles were bad, and not at all what he was going for.

He scanned the girl's face for any signs of terror, but there were no obvious ones. Which was relieving, to say the least. Sebastian supposed she was pretty; he didn't really know what made a woman pretty. She wasn't ugly, though, and she seemed prettier than an average woman, so... she was pretty? Her eyes were pretty. Blue eyes were always pretty- they reminded him of the sea, and he liked the sea. Shaking his head, he wished his brain to be quiet for a second. "If you're sure it's alright. I didn't mean to be so... forward."

He was somewhat surprised by the young woman's name: it was certainly unique. He'd never heard of the name Bree before. He hadn't even known it was a name. "Pleasure meeting you too, Bree , I am sure."

Sebastian shuffled his feet. It was his turn to feel awkward, and his smile to falter. He'd found out her name, and was never particularly sure what to do after introductions. So he ended up standing there half-smiling, wondering whether to start walking away, for the shapeshifter was pretty sure half-smiling madly didn't count as friendly.

[bree anise ripsen]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #ebdfc3; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-top: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-left: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-bottom: #3085bc 4px dotted;] i'm a walking travesty but i'm smiling at everything The silence pressed in around Bree, suddenly making her feel like she should just pick up her guitar, make a crappy excuse and flee, never to return to the beach again. Gads, was it really so awful that he stayed silent after she refused to accept the compliment? Well, the compliment wasn't true; she couldn't accept it. But still. Maybe he was silently agreeing, after being caught out on a white lie? God. God, no, please. That would just be awkward and embarrassing. Oh, no, he was. And he seemed genuinely convinced that, yes, Bree had talent. Pshhhh. Her cheeks wee just flaming - she could feel it. Ugh, no. This was... no. Talent? Hah. Hah hah hah. That couldn't have been right; it was only Bree. She wasn't worthy of the credit at all, because she didn't actually have the thing that she was credited with. She looked down at her feet in an attempt to hide the blush, letting her golden curls swing forward in a thick curtain that she could hide behind. She loved having long hair, she really did. Especially in situations like this one. If no one could see her; no one could judge her. Could they? Nyeh. Not that it mattered right now, of course. She wasn't even looking at Sebastian. It didn't matter. She couldn't see him; he couldn't see her. Childish reasoning, but reasoning that she hoped was correct. She couldn't even form words, for crying out loud (she was just shaking her head and trying to speak, but no words were coming), let alone look at the guy. She looked up again, though, when he stopped humming. A part of her was glad. Yes, her music was private to her. She didn't really like sharing it because she knew she'd make a fool out of herself. But... another part was a little... disappointed? Yeah. There was a tiny twinge of disappointment there, for certain. He had a rather pleasant voice, to say the least. Rather. She could get rid of the 'rather'. He did have a pleasant voice. Very pleasant. But she didn't dwell on it for too long, though. She gave him her shy, sheepish sort of grin, and in return, he gave a soft, friendly smile. Unimposing. It really suited him; a face like that was meant to smile all the time, for sure. Maybe it was something to do with him being Italian? Italians were almost always attractive. Not being discriminatory, but, god. It had to have been something in the water in Italy or something. "Mmhmm." she responded awkwardly, thinking about just walking away now. But she couldn't; that would hardly be kind or fair to Sebastian. She could strike up a conversation, couldn't she? Yeah. Easily. Even though he was starting to look a little awkward. Why did there have to be awkwardness? There didn't. "So!" she said, clearing her throat. "You new around here? I don't remember seeing you before." She gave a warm, genuine smile. It was kind of an obvious subject change, but it was better than standing in complete and utter silence, wasn't it? OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: SEBBY-POO NOTES: :3 WORD COUNT: 483