Storm Warning (Georgia)
Mar 23, 2012 1:48:37 GMT -5
Post by Elijah Ashwood on Mar 23, 2012 1:48:37 GMT -5
Elijah adjusted the tuner of the third string on his acoustic guitar, biting his lip in concentration as he plucked at it determinedly. When the sound it produced was to his liking, he strummed all six strings and smiled. There was almost nothing he liked to hear more than the pure notes of a perfectly tuned guitar.
He continued to pluck at the strings, soon producing the introduction to Keith Urban's "Somebody Like You". It was one of his favorites, and brought back memories of when his powers first manifested. Even as he played, he could feel the unnatural strength surge through his body, as if willing him to lift up a car or rip a tree from the ground.
Not that he would do either of those things.
It was early Saturday morning, and as he did most weekends, he was spending the time at Hammel Institute rather than at his college. The building held many fond memories for him, and he liked to visit old friends and teachers, as well as just to wander around the beautiful acreage. He had found a nice, quiet corner on the edge of the courtyard on a stone bench underneath the canopy of an oak tree, and decided to spend some time simply relaxing and practicing his music. Sometimes he placed himself nearer to the crowd, to get new fans and maybe the occasional dollar, but today he was content just to play alone. Of course, someone could always overhear him and come investigate, but he wouldn't mind.
His shaggy brown hair was a bit windswept from the cool breeze that was drifting through the air, and his light teal eyes were closed as he played with a content smile on his lips. He was wearing his normal button-down plaid shirt and dark jeans, along with dark boots and his chain necklace. He was a country boy seemingly lost in the high mountains of Vermont, but he felt almost at home.
He continued to pluck at the strings, soon producing the introduction to Keith Urban's "Somebody Like You". It was one of his favorites, and brought back memories of when his powers first manifested. Even as he played, he could feel the unnatural strength surge through his body, as if willing him to lift up a car or rip a tree from the ground.
Not that he would do either of those things.
It was early Saturday morning, and as he did most weekends, he was spending the time at Hammel Institute rather than at his college. The building held many fond memories for him, and he liked to visit old friends and teachers, as well as just to wander around the beautiful acreage. He had found a nice, quiet corner on the edge of the courtyard on a stone bench underneath the canopy of an oak tree, and decided to spend some time simply relaxing and practicing his music. Sometimes he placed himself nearer to the crowd, to get new fans and maybe the occasional dollar, but today he was content just to play alone. Of course, someone could always overhear him and come investigate, but he wouldn't mind.
His shaggy brown hair was a bit windswept from the cool breeze that was drifting through the air, and his light teal eyes were closed as he played with a content smile on his lips. He was wearing his normal button-down plaid shirt and dark jeans, along with dark boots and his chain necklace. He was a country boy seemingly lost in the high mountains of Vermont, but he felt almost at home.
