Music of my heart [Jono]

[Darktouch]

The blind girl had been stumbling from room to room. Out of frustration she had tossed her cane somewhere and now wished that she hadn't. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she bumped into another closed door. She knocked and listened to see if anyone was in there. When she tried the door it was unlocked and she slipped in. She didn't even bother looking for a light, why should she? It's not like it would do her any good. She couldn't see.

Her hands were out in front of her as she made her way through the room. She tripped over a chair and fell on to some sort of step. Her hand reached out and she felt the music stand. Carefully she pulled herself up and winced a bit as her knees hurt. Well, she seemed to be in a music room. So, she made her way carefully, getting a rough idea about the set up, and bumped into a larger item. She heard the familiar clang of the symbols, and Shane found her first smile since her accident.

The girl made her way around the drum set and found the stool. She sat down and felt around until she found the drumsticks. Her head tilted a bit as she tested each one out. Her smile widened and her head started to bob a bit. ”Gimme a beat.” She snickered to herself and started up a drum solo.

[starsmore]

‘Sod that for a game of bloody soldiers.’[/i][/color] Jono projected outwards in what could be taken for a growl, the biokinetic flame that comprised his lower jaw and chest flickering an angry, fiery red-orange for several seconds as he stormed out of the student dorm. Moments before he’d been attempting, and failing, to study for an algebra test he had coming up, and had finally had his patience run their allotted course. Try as he might the subject just seemed to allude the telepathic mutant, leading him to believe that he’d have better luck trying to learn how to fix the blackbird with a mallet then to work out the subtleties of the Nth value or whatever. It only ever seemed to rile him up, causing him to, as he was doing so now, take frequent walks in an attempt not to completely throw the subject away together and or plot to kill the math teacher.

The faint, familiar sound of drumming drifted down the corridor, catching and drawing the British mutant’s attention away from his attempts to avoid studying, coming as a welcome surprise for two reasons. One, he really was looking for any form of distraction, and two, he wasn’t aware that there were any competent drummers at the school from what he could remember, and was somewhat glad to be proven wrong. After all, to him, music was one of the few pleasures he could still enjoy after his accident.

With his curiosity piqued, he slipped down the hallways and soon found himself standing in the music room’s doorway watching an unfamiliar looking girl bash out a particularly decent solo. After several seconds, or perhaps even minutes, of listening to her performance he decided he better announce his presence before she noticed him and thought he was some weirdo. He got enough of that as it is thanks to his powers, no need to be fuelling it any further. ‘Not too shabby, luv, although your timing is a little off. Not by much, mind, but enough that I can tell you ain’t had much practice lately. Still bloody good, though.’ [/i][/color]

[Darktouch]

Shane was torn between enjoying herself and growing frustrated with herself. She could do this damn it. How often had she just sat there and drummed out a solo with her eyes closed? Now that she was in permanent darkness it was like she forgot how to do it. She stopped briefly before she got so frustrated she threw the drumsticks. It seemed be become a habit for her to throw things that frustrated her. Usually it was her cane, and no it wasn't the canes fault, or the drumsticks, but she couldn't really throw herself. Besides with as often as she trips and falls she was doing it anyway.

The blind girl let out a slow breath and started over again. She was about ready to hurl the drumsticks when she heard a voice, in... her... head! Oh shit, no she didn't like that, she didn't know where to look. However the voice surprised her and she yelped and fell backwards off the stool. She laid there for a minute as his words processed through her mind. "For your information, I'm a damn good drummer. You try having to relearn what you knew by heart because you can't see a damn thing." She hadn't practiced much. Pfft. She just hasn't practiced much blind, there was a difference. If she could see she'd have blown him away.

[starsmore]

He watched on as she fell backwards off the stall with an almost cartoonish yelp, his brows raising in a cross between surprise and genuine amusement. Talking telepathically wasn’t as great as many would think, he couldn’t use the phone or talk over long distances for instance, but it did occasionally provide him with some silver linings to the cloud that was his life. Of course he kind of felt guilty for that same sense of entertainment he’d drawn from the incident seconds later as she spoke up, revealing that she was in fact blind.

Jono had lead a somewhat questionable life as a rebellious teen back in London, playing up the whole stereotypical bad boy image – so much so he actually cringes now to reflect on it – and acting out in a variety of ways that had left him guilty to this day. Yet no matter what he’d done back then, accidentally insulting a blind girl was a brand new low. Still, low point or not low point, the British teen was too stubborn to apologise for something that wasn’t exactly his fault, instead bristling at the girl’s tone.

‘Let’s get this straight before you get your knickers in a twist, luv. I didn’t say your weren’t a good drummer, just out of practice. ‘[/i][/color] He broadcast, stepping further into the room and arching a brow as his biokinetic flame flickered with the faint ruddy orange undertones of irritation. ‘Really, if you think about it, I actually paid you a bloody compliment, but if you want to be arsey about it, be my soddin’ guest.’[/i] [/color]

[Darktouch]

The girl struggled to get back up, her shades had fallen off her face once again. There was some slight scarring around her eyes, from when her head hit the door during the accident. She pulled herself up and sighed softly, the drumsticks were somewhere, she just couldn't see where. "Sorry, that was uncalled for from me. Thanks. The fact that I only sound out of practice is a relief. I used to be a lot better though." She felt around for the stool, not sure where to look toward the voice.

Shane grunted when her foot hit the stool and she nearly lost her balance once more. "Damn it." Finally she gave up and her head turned in every direction with a hope that she'd face the voice that spoke to her. "Um, which direction are you? The voice in my head thing is throwing off my new found talent, of pretending I'm looking at someone." She gave a smile in what she hoped was roughly where he was at. Although it was probably kind of hard to see since her back was to him. "I'm Shane, by the way, in case you were wondering." Doubtful, but still, at least she introduced herself.

[starsmore]

The crater chested mutant relented slightly at the girl’s apology, knowing full well that were the roles reversed he’d probably of reacted the same way or, more likely, worse. Music was, to him at least, an extension of what he felt, and it was one of the few ways that he was genuinely allowed to express himself in his own way growing up. He waved her apology off with a flick of his hand, almost immediately realising that it was kind of futile given her condition, so added a soft ‘It’s Forgotten.’[/b][/i]

‘Hn, the whole telepathic thing can get somewhat disconcerting, or so I’ve been told.’[/i][/color] Personally Jono wasn’t too fond of it either if he was honest, but it was certainly better than the alternative of being mute to him. He was enough of a freak already without being mute on top of it. In many ways he was glad that his power had stopped short of claiming anything else.‘I’m by the door way, so three metres off of your three o’clock.’[/b][/i]

‘Jonothon Starsmore.’[/color] He replied in a curt fashion to her introduction, although his overall tone had improved immensely and had taken on some warmth. Well, as much as it was possible considering the format he was restricted to talking with. The irritated hues to his flame had subdued themselves at any rate, but had yet to vanish entirely. ‘Although you can call me Jono, everyone else does, that or by my codename, Chamber. Whatever tickles your fancy, luv.’[/i]

[Darktouch]

When he said it was forgotten, she flashed a quick grin. "Thanks." At least he didn't seem so annoyed with her at the moment. She knew she overreacted but in her defense she didn't think very many wouldn't have been a bit snide, or even a bit meaner in this situation. She rubbed her backside as she stood still to get her bearings. It was really easy to get a bit dizzy if she moved to fast, at least for now. She really hadn't been moving around much until just recently.

"Not really disconcerting, just I've learned to be able to turn my head toward the sounds. Gives the impression that I'm looking at you, or at least your general direction. Trust me, behind my sunglasses my eyes actually kind of rolled up as if I was trying to see inside my head. It's become a bit of a habit. Track the voice. But it's cool, no worries. Is it two way?" She wasn't going to start talking in her mind if the guy couldn't hear her. Though that would be kind of cool too. When he told her where he was, she couldn't quite follow the meters directions. But what she did was remember how she had come into the room, and any turns she made. Once she'd figured that out, she did the opposite and her head turned toward him. "If this is the general direction... Hi!"

A brow arched at his curt tone, when he introduced himself. But she just chalked it up to his personality, since it wasn't as snarky as it had been previously. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Jono. Um, why do they call you Chamber? I'm also known as Darktouch by the way." She shrugged and then dropped down to one knee, and searched for the stool. Under her breath she muttered something about the 'Damn drumsticks' and let out a sigh.

[starsmore]

‘No such luck I’m afraid, more a one way street deal at the best o’ times.’[/i][/color] Not that he really envied being able to read people’s minds, he didn’t really need to know exactly what people thought. He had enough to deal with in regards to his own mind, let alone anyone else’s. ‘Basically here to make up fer the fact that... Hn, let’s just leave it at basically bein’ the only way to talk fer me at this moment.’ [/i][/color] Of course he knew that the subtle shake of his head that accompanied his words was also a fruitless gesture given the girl’s condition, but things like that were instinctual and ingrained to the point that it was relatively impossible to stop yourself without consciously forcing it. Not that he could see the point anyway, she couldn’t see him doing it and he was the only one here, so who cared at the end of the day.

‘Spot on, luv.’ [/i][/color] Well, not quite, she was looking slightly to the left to be dead on target, but it was close enough that it really didn’t warrant nitpicking. It didn’t really bother Jono where she looked in all honesty, he’d gotten used to people talking while avoiding his gaze, admittedly that wasn’t too often an occurance now that he’d taken to wearing the full lower-face and chest bindings that shielded the biokientic furnace that was his mutant power.

‘Well, eejit-who-blew-himself-up was too much o’ a mouthful fer it t’be a codename apparently. Go figure.’ [/i][/color] Jono replied softly with a shrug of his broad shoulders, once more habitually falling into using his own particular brand of humour to deflect from giving anything approaching a real answer. He didn’t really like going into it with friends he’d known for years now, let alone people he’d just this very moment met. It was a... delicate issue, and one he’d gladly avoid dealing with if he could help it. ‘So I kinda had to go with somethin’ a little shorter, so why not Chamber?’ [/i][/color] He added, crouching and picking up the aforementioned ‘damn drumsticks’ and passing them back to the girl. ‘Here, you’ll be needin’ these if yer lookin’ t’get any better, luv.’[/i][/color]

[Darktouch]

"Blessing and a curse then, yeah? I wouldn't mind telepathy as long as it was just the communication kind. Not the mind reading part. I really don't want to know what people think of me, and I highly doubt they'd want to know what I really think of them, for that matter." Her head tilted a bit at his non explanation, explanation. "Gotcha. Because you can't you do." Shane flashed him a smile and a shrug. He didn't want to talk about it, it wasn't her place to push for the information.

When he told her 'spot on' she wondered how far off she really was. She'd never nailed it on the first try, not once, especially since she sucked at judging distance. Even when she could see she couldn't tell you how far something was away. "So how far off am I really?" Again the grin flashed as her head tilted a bit. She had a funny feeling he really wasn't overly much, a 'talker'. It was too bad because she really liked the accent.

At his explanation a brow arched and she chuckled. "Ah the art of deflection by sarcasm and humor. In other words you don't really want to talk about it and the name is Chamber and I should just deal with it and move on to the next topic." When he handed her the drumsticks she shoved them in her back pocket. "It's odd, when I could see, I'd play with my eyes closed, just letting the beat wash over me. Now that I can't open my eyes it's all weird and stuff. Ever have to relearn what you already knew? Oh and I've come to the conclusion that this hearing and smelling thing isn't all its cracked up to be." She shook her head and shuddered. She'd walked past a room and heard two people going at it, and she never would have noticed before. "There isn't enough brain bleach to get rid of all the things your mind comes up with, when you can only hear what is going on. The only thing keeping me sane was, at least it wasn't my parents." She did the little drum thing that always happens at the end of a bad joke.