The Stellar discussion

The stage is in a state of disrepair but still holds a magical quality. The curtains are filled with holes and the stage floor itself has multiple gaping holes in it. The lights have long since stopped working, but still hand on the ceiling as no one has bothered to take them down. Coming off of it is the changing rooms and backstage. There is also a balcony for the actors but it is rather hazardous for ones physical safety to try and climb onto it.

Trevor sat on the edge of the stage, in an area which was partially somewhat still intact. His trusty guitar was in his lap, his bag of belongings was sitting right next to him. He played some simple chords at frist, trying to decide what to play. He came to the choice between two of his favorite songs, so he started one. He hummed at first but then begun to sing.
Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah.
He looked up and around, stopping momentarily, as if to recall what was next.

Remembering the chorus he continued, without realizing that someone was approaching. He stopped upon hearing the voice of someone directly behing him. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. He had seen the girl before, but hadn't spoken to her. "Do you know the words? You can sing along." Trevor said shifting the weight so he was facing more towards her. He smiled at the dog, "May I pet her?" He asked the girl in the back, knowing that the some people were sticky about that.

Trevor reached out for Bella carefully, letting the dog sniff him before her gave her a good scratch behind the ears. She seemed to enjoy his touch, so he didn't stop.
"I'm Trevor. Do you both have names too?" He asked testing the waters, and trying to gauge how easy it'll be to interact with her, since her stance suggested something else. He continued to scratch Bella.

((Ooo! what book??))

"That's good isn't it?" He asked smiling more as the dog snuggled closer. "Hey there Bella, you're a good girl for Rain right?" Trevor asked, moving his guitar out of the way for a moment. He scratched Bella with both hands, looking occasionally at rain for her approval.
He cleared his throat after a while. "Do you have a favorite song?"

"Yeah, a favorite song." He said again, motioning her to continue. The song Human? Did he know that? He took his guitar in both hands and played a few chords, messing up one, but then got the beat of it down. He noticed that she tensed up next to him. "Mine, any of the ones I can see." Trevor smiled, continuing the tune of Human. "You know the words?" He threw a glance towrad her, then to his guitar.

"Its alright." Trevor said glancing over at her. She had a really good voice.
"Lets see,
I can turn it on
Be a good machine
I can hold the weight of worlds
If that’s what you need
Be your everything
I can do it
I can do it
I'll get through it.
yeah I'll get through it..."

He added the last bit, holding the note for a second. He turned to face her, taking off his guitar and set it done. "So tell me your story."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to strike a wound." Trevor said cringing. Way to go, real smooth. He should have known better that to ask an orphan about their story. "I'm Trevor." He said softly, taking his guitar back up onto his lap. He reverted to music when he messed up.

((no he asked about their names, but didn't say his. My bad, I didn't even notice))

He held his guitar in his lap, surprised that Rain begun to talk about her story. He remained silent and just listened, occassionally scratching Bella's head or behind her ear. He looked away when she started to tear. It brought back painful memories of his mom's health deteriorating, and his abusive uncle.
"It's sad to think that all of our stories end the same way but we got there on different paths." Trevor said figuring it would help, though it probably didn't. Playing a merry tune on his guitar he looked up at her. He wouldn't try to stop her. "I'll see you later then?"

“So this is it” Johnny mumbled to himself softly as he looked at the broken interior. It was nothing like the one he called home back in Toronto. The inside was broken down but it would work for now.
He was wearing a cutout Billy Idol tee and skinny jeans, showing off his pale, thin physique and few tattoos. A Jansport bookbag with patches was thrown over his shoulder, filled heavily with his items. A cigarette was in between his pale lips, a flannel jacket around his waist and beat up work boots on his feet.
Over the last three years, Johnny learned to acquire new things by one of two ways: kind women or drives, or assholes and other street rats. He got the tattoos from being a test for shop and the cologne from either things left in a locker room at a gym or drives as well.

“Tryna watch the world burn, pretty. What’s with the hiding? Cops out for ya?” Johnny said with a chuckle, tossing his bag aside. He looked at the girl in the shadows, leaning on the wood, taking a nice drag off his cigarette. She was pretty, young as well.

Johnny thought a moment. “Andy, what’s yours?” He lied. his trust didn’t come easy, looking at the girl, He knew he’d eventually tell her the truth or one of them would leave and never see each other again. “But I mean, pretty, do I really need it?”

“It’s just another noise, baby” He took a drag off the cigarette, cocking his eyebrow. “besides, I’ve been called so many I can’t name ‘em all” Johnny said with a chuckle.

“Find a frat house, party around, the easy shit” Johnny smirked with a teasing growl. As his cigarette died, he tossed it out and sat against the wall, humming to himself, thinking about the good times he had before the fire

After a bit, Johnny relieved his exhaustion, falling asleep on the wall. As he slept, his face was soft and showed the peacefulness he hid. However, his dreams were not so peaceful. Johnny’s thoughts flooded with tales of being caught or taken back to his parents.

((I don't know if i'm just like over thinking this. But did you base the character Johnny from the Outsiders?))

((No, haha. Now that you say that I can see the resemblance.))

((Oh, I was just thinking cause his name is what Johnny Kaden? It sounded quite similar to Johnny Cade.))

((Holy shit. I didn’t mean for that at all. That’s his middle name though. It’s been awhile since I read the Outsiders.))

((Well, anyways. He seems like a great character so far! (I'm obsessed with the Outsiders, so....)))

((Thanks...and I was as well when I read it!))

((How about he wakes up when she comes back. I still kinda wanna do that slight romance we talked))

Johnny would sometimes play for tips when he couldn’t grab money in the streets. Finding a bar to take a young vocalist wasn’t hard with a couple of lies.
As he heard footsteps approach the stage, he yawned, sitting up with a groan. His muscles were tense from the cold floor. He saw the nameless girl from earlier as he stretched his back. “Is ig morning yet, Princess?”

“Then what, darling, would you ever so dear me to call you?” his voice but sarcasm but never meant much harm. Johnny stood up a bit shakily, leaning into the wall.

“Alright, Q it is” He mused, knowing he probably wouldn’t use it. Pulling a cigarette from behind his ear, Johnny looked her over again. “What’s a little thing like you out here for?”

“Pick up a newspaper, section 2b.” he lit the stick in his lips, standing straight again. “Love, trust me on this, I want to tell you, you seem great. But, it’s life. I’ll be out in a few days, back down the coast and maybe make it back someday. Out of your hair, yeah?”

“There’s a whole world out there” he said with a smirk, a bit of compassion slipping into his voice. He shook it off with a drag of the cigarette. Johnny slipped his arms into the sleeves of his flannel as the night drew closer, the air heavier.

“It’s what you make of it, pretty” He said matter of factly, looking the girl over again. Johnny looked down at her again, a smirk crossing his lips a second. Damn, was she pretty.

Johnny’s attitude began to fade, shaking his head, taking a drag off his cigarette, leaning back on the wall. “So you can threaten to kick my ass now, how tall are you?”

//He was teasing. I understand being short, i hate when people ask my size”

An ‘awh’ left Johnny’s lips as she said the height, being exactly twelve inches taller made him smile. This means she was appropriately up to his lower chest standing beside him. “Tiny, aren’t ‘cha, pretty?”

Johnny sat down against the wall. “You like music, Sunshine?” he asked, taking a drag off his cigarette. He hopped his attempts to make conversation would work, although he sensed his nicknames would piss her off. She was short enough to not take seriously but could probably kick his ass.

“Yeah. I used to live near a music hall in Canada...” he shrugged. Johnny loved music, classic rock and new altpunk. He used to have an old cassette player but no money for batteries. When he played for tips he saved enough for a shitty hotel to shower and have a place for a night. He was slightly a clean freak, but after running away, that changed a bit. Johnny always carried a body spray if he could get his hands on one.

“I played around with pianos and strings but I sing mostly” He said, leaving a sigh. “How about you, love?” Johnny blew smoke from his lips as he studied the girl. In his eyes, she was pretty, and being small made it easier for his perception to see her as cute.

He nodded absently, staring off at the broken floor. Johnny chewed his lip, pushing his dead cigarette under the sole of his Doc Martens and slammed his foot down on it. “Where’s the closes bar, darlin’?”

“Do many cops go down there?” Johnny sat up pursing his lips as he looked up at Quinn with piercing blue eyes.

“Just grabbing some extra paper, restock, get a hotel, shower off and keep running, yanno?” He shrugged. Johnny did this often as he moved across the two countries, getting enough money to shower and look decent before heading off to start another cycle.

He nodded as well, looking back at the floor. “How long have you been about?” Johnny asked in pure curiosity, messing with his hands and the rings around his fingers.

“Damn, what were you, ten?” he said with a tease as he chuckled. Johnny loved picking on people, and as of now- her. She seemed to have a bit of a temper, making him chuckled when she got mad at his slim jokes and teased

“As of now, seventeen.” he shrugged, the years felt long, and he expected it to be longer. Johnny missed his grandparents and the dog he left behind, but saw it as for the best. He had made rounds on some girls, but had seen it as a distraction since he arrived in the States again.

//Maybe it’s getting closer to winter and it’s cold out and he works enough money to get a hotel room a night and finds her out and almost freezing and he invites her to stay and keeps her warm with like cuddles or something and that sparks a sense of romance?//

((that works.))

((We can just skip))

Johnny was curled up in a old Canadian flag blanket and a flannel, a beanie over his head. A groan emitted from the boys pale, cracked lips as the cold air flooded in. “Fuck-“ he croaked.

Johnny tumbled out of the closet, blinking tiredly to gain some sight. “Jesus fuckking Christ, shortstop!” he groaned. “Rude awakening much?” Shaking his head, running a hand through his hair. “Should’ve locked it up better then, darling.”

“Ah, well I’m awake now. You must be freezing, cmere. I don’t smell bad, promise.” He looked up at her, the dim light shining on his blue eyes. Johnny reached for his beanie, pulling the grey hat over his bleach blonde hair that was growing to show black roots. His arms opened to her.

((alright.())

Johnny stumbled down to the stage tiredly, his hair tucked back in a beanie, a cigarette behind his ear. He had overslept more than he anticipated and was not searching for a piano...if there was one. He wanted to make sure when he played at the bar later, he didn’t fuck up too much.

Johnny, not realizing the girl was there, sat down at an old piano. (No idea if there is one but there is now.) He ran his fingers along the keys, playing a few out of tune chords before beginning to play a bit. Johnny sighed when he remembered his grandmother’s favorite song, Your Song by Elton John. They used to go to the dance hall and play on the piano while the dancers practiced. God, how much he missed her.

Johnny heard the creek in the floor and turned around. “Leaving so soon, princess?” he crossed his legs in style, looking at Quinn. He pulled the cigarette to his lips, lighting it and sliding the lighter in his pocket.