Log:Wish You Were Here

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Wish You Were Here
Characters  •   Sean Winters  •  Hector de la Huerta  •  Silver Luna Thistle  •  Cash Freeland  •
Location  •  Cemetary
Factions  •   Lester Family  •  Thistle Family  •  Freeland Family  •
Date  •  2019-08-11
Summary  •  Hector, Sean, Cash, and Silver meet over music and talk amoung the stones.

If one is passing the cemetery around 8 at not, one might faintly hear the sound of a flute playing. It gets louder the closer one gets to the graveyard. It's really beautiful, and somehow vaguely familiar without being instantly recognizable, utterly mournful and strangely comforting all at once. Give it a little time, and it comes clear. Someone has translated Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" for the flute, and added trills and rather plaintive variations on the basic melody.

Sean Winters is often by the Thistle place, being friends with Spear and Star, and in drama with Star and Jade and all. And the cemetery is generally a quiet place that one can go and be alone, since most of the folk there are generally quiet and don't seem prone to arguing with him, or blaming him for anything. They just keep him company, or he keeps them company, whatever the case may be. It's the sound of the music that causes his steps to slow, and then eventually come to a stop. He pauses, just listening, and when he figures out what the song is, a little smile curves up the edges of his lips, and he goes to investigate the sound, slipping into the cemetery and drifting back.

The Flautist is sitting concealed behind a weeping Angel monument. Hector's in skinny black jeans, strategically torn and safety pinned, with a Desire of the Endless tee. He's got black eyeliner and mismatched silver earrings, one a dangling cross and one a stud. He's shaved the sides of his head, leaving a wide, curly stripe down the center. He has several band pins arrayed on the left side of his chest. Instead of the old simple pink triangle, he has a more elaborate one with the legend: 'Love is a human right.'

He's been trying to stay out of the way of his siblings as much as possible lately, and here he is. As the song winds down, he looks up and spots the visitor. "Hey, Sean, isn't it? Have any requests? Stop playing counts." He winks.

Sean has dark blonde hair, permanently falling in front of his eyes and being pushed this way or the other before it once more obscures his vision. He's lean, and athletic, and has a broad, bright smile, that is infectious when he grins. And he is almost always smiling, at least when anyone in high school sees him, that is. He's dressed in a pair of faded jeans and some sneakers that were probably more blue at one point but have faded mostly to grey, and a white t-shirt that is a little loose on him, stretched a bit here and there. When he sees Hector, he smiles and says, "Oh, hey.. you're.. Hector right?"

He wanders over to one of the low flat raised tombs and he hops up on top of it, settling there cross-legged. "That was a really cool version of Wish You Were Here," he says and nods toward the flute that Hector was playing. "And hell no, don't stop playing. Umm... can you do Comfortably Numb?"

Hector waggles his flute at him, "Yep, that's me. The surprise sibling." He nods, and after a moment of thought launches into it. It's really not a piece intended for flute nd the effect is ethereal and a little odd. He manages to put longing and something almost fae into it. He watches Sean as he plays, except when he's more focused on his fingering. At the end he lowers the instrument, and dangles it between his legs, "It sounds more natural on my guitar."

When Hector begins to play, Sean's eyes actually close, as though having the loss of his sight improves the quality of his hearing. He rests his elbows on his knees and just sways a little bit along to that sad and ethereal melody. He even sings along, and his voice is excellent, though he barely sings above a whisper, every word to the song, as though it means something personal to him. And when the song ends, he smiles and opens his eyes again. "I'd like to hear it on the guitar sometime."

Hector smiles, "Ive got both an acoustic and electric up in my room. you can even play with the effects petals if you like." He says carefully, "You okay, dude?"

"That's pretty sweet, but I don't actually play," Sean admits with a little bit of a grin. "I can sing, and dance, and act, but those are my things. I'm not much of a musician. I'm pretty sure dogs would howl if I tried to actually play an instrument." Though when Hector asks if he is okay, he looks a little surprised and smiles, "Yeah, sure, why?"

Hector grins, "You don't need to play to use the pedals. I play something simple like 'Set your Controls for the Heart of the Sun' on my guitar and you can change the sound by messing around with settings and dials. I can't act, but I can sing and play and dance." He cocks his head, "I'm not sure, Sean. I know that Comfortably Numb's the sort of song I want to listen to when things are kind of messed up." He adds quickly, "It's a very cool song and worth listening to generally. It's just... It's the kind of thing a person might listen to on auto-repeat with the lights off after a break up."

How odd that Hector has chosen to play music now. Even on the flute. Because a little ways off where the Thistle part of the cemetery is, comes the soft notes of a viola. After a few notes it is clear someone has adapted 'Wish You Were Here's melody for it.

Sean is sitting on top of one of the flat tombs in the cemetery across from where Hector was playing his flute, up until a few moments ago. It's not unusual for Sean to be around the Thistle place -- in the cemetery, at the funeral home. He's friends with Spear and Star, and he spends a lot of time avoiding going home. He's seated cross legged with his elbows resting on his knees as they talk. When "Wish You Were Here" starts playing again, in a different part of the cemetery, he can't help but laugh a little and says, "Sounds like you're setting a trend." He neatly avoids answering the question about why he requested that particular song by getting distracted by the violin.

Hector laughs along with him, "I'm not a quadruplet, but I suppose great minds think alike." More seriously he says, "You barely know me and it's cool if you don't want to talk bout it, but I am a good listener." He lifts his flute and joins in, playing the haunting variations he wrote for the melody this winter, his descant twining about the melody.

The violin only slows for a slightly beat. Not even noticeable unless you're a trained ear. Then it returns to the melody and meter previously. Maybe even not playing as softly, but with more zest as the flute chimes in. It stays where it is, though, off among the Thistle mausoleums. Of course, anyone who hangs out at the house knows Silver's the one behind those strings. It's her chosen instrument.

ROLL: Silver rolls finesse+1 for: [1]: x1 [7]: x2 (Pair) [8]: x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 2 (Raw: 7 8 8 1 7 -- d8)

ROLL: Silver rolls spirit for: [1]: x1 [2]: x1 [3]: x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 3 1 3 2 -- d6)

Glancing back toward Hector after he'd turned to see if he could see the violinist among the mausoleums, Sean shrugs his shoulders and smiles. "I'd have to be dating someone to have a break up, and I don't really do the whole dating thing." It's not really an answer at all, only barely touching on something Hector had said to make it seem like an answer, but it's all evasion. It's done with an easy smile, though.

Hector keeps playing weaving together with his half sister. He does a lot of practicing out here where he won't bother people as much. When he comes to a natural pause he takes a breath and asks, "Pining then? One of the triplets or someone else?" Then he goes back to blowing, fingers dancing on the stops.

Silver continues through the end of the song. Only then pausing to move out from cover to wander towards the sound of voices and the flute. "Hector? Is that you? Who are you talking too?" There's just the faintest tinge of worry in her call. Finally coming into full view carrying her viola. Dressed in jeans and a simple green blouse with florals her hair is pulled back into a bushy pontytail. When her eyes do spy the two, it's a big cemetery, she quirks a brow. "Sean, hello again friend of the dead!" She waves and her smile suddenly blossoms into place.

Sean grins a little in amusement as Hector tries to guess again and he shakes his head. "No," he laughs, "Star and I have hooked up once or twice, but it's not really a thing. We're friends." Which is probably why they have -- it's not awkward or weird. It just is, or was, or whatever. Whatever that has him gravitating to that song doesn't seem to be a matter of the heart, at any rate. When Silver finally appears from between the tombs he lifts a hand in her direction and says, "Miss Silver Thistle, Lady of the Most Lovely Melodies, Friend of the Dead and Living Alike, Skulker Among Tombstones." The titles he grants her are almost always somewhat random and situational, but the smile is broad and friendly.

Hector lifts his flute and waves, "Sean's here, Silver!" He eyes her, "who did you think I was talking to?" He nods, "The first guy I hooked up with..." He blushes faintly, "Also a Sean, was like my best friend since we were twelve. Turns out we were waaaay better as friends. Okay, so that's too bad guesses. What's going on then?"

Silver raises a brow at Hector and says, "The spirits of course." As if that was a sort of 'duh' thing. Her attention turns back to Sean though as she comes and finds a perch in the grass. "Did you like that? It was fun to try and translate it. I think I got it mostly right," She gives Hector the side-eye. "Your part was great."

ROLL: BeastSR rolls 4d6+1 for: [1]: x1 [3]: x1 [5]: x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 5 5 1 3 -- d6+1)

"The first guy I ever hooked up with was a Cassidy. Summer camp. Boat house," Sean says with a grin. "It was just a summer thing, though; it was both of our last year." But then Hector asks again what is going on and he says, "Seriously, I'm fine. Everything's great." It sounds pretty convincing, too. Maybe he really is perfectly fine. Then he grins at Silver and says, "That sounded really good. It was the flute playing that like Pied Piper'd me right off the street. Then the violin coming from over there was really a pretty cool effect. It was almost like you guys planned it."

Hector tells Silver, "I play it for her. Mom. And yeah, I love puzzles like that. Making a song not only work on an instrument it was never meant for, but making it thrive in it's new register. You did an excellent job with the violin version." He eyes Sean, not convinced, but he lets it go. He chuckles, "We definitely didn't."

Is? No. No, it can't be. Spear might be fooled but that only if you really want to believe in a red haired Bigfoot lurking the edge of the cemetery.

I mean, of course it's Cash Freeland. Only tall redheaded youth in town. But what is he doing? He hasn't been around since last year, when he and Spear were dating. They made out here. A lot. Eventually, he appears in better light and realizes he isn't alone. Seeing Silver freezes him in place. He's always been terrified of her for whatever reason. He's wearing paint spattered jeans and t-shirt with his flannel over it. One hand is bandaged up good, palms and a few fingers. His right. His hair is braided in two neat braided pigtails. Like Dave Grohl. But there is color in the piggies. Pink streaks, bright as bubble gum. Oh, my--Cash has been in the Manic Panic again.

Silver snorts at the idea they had planned it. "Nope. It's just a good night and I was hearing them muttering," Silver says with a shrug of her shoulder. Whatever that means. Her eyes settle on Hector and for a second her features soften and she looks maybe a smidge guilty for a second. "Why don't you talk to her?" She asks in puzzlement. "I talk to Felix and Lil J sometimes still. And whoever needs talking too," She glances around the cemetery, scanning for something, and her eyes fall on Cash. And they narrow as the smile vanishes from her face. Then she slowly turns to look at Hector. Clicking her tongue on her teeth she says, "Tch, looks like you've got company. And he's been playing with paint to boot." Her tone is dry as the desert and she'd probably be more thrilled with getting a rabies shot.

Sean notices Hector eyeing him, but he keeps that smile on his face. Maybe someday he'll talk about it, but that day is not today. "Sometimes I just talk to whoever here," Sean says with a shrug of his shoulders. He's not a Thistle, nobody ever talks back, but that hasn't stopped him from picnicking among the gravestones and sometimes talking to them. Some of these graves probably know more about the shit going on in his home life than anyone else. When Silver points out the company, he glances over in Cash's direction and studies him for a moment. "You went pink," he observes with a little grin. "Hey.. I was thinking maybe blue.. for the summer.. what do you think?" He peers at a long dark blonde strand that falls in front of his eyes. "I think my mom'd have a shit fit though." She did the last time he'd put red kool-aid in his hair, after all.

Hector looks up and blinks in confusion at the hair style, but then he notices the hand and he's up in one smooth movement, abandoning his instrument. He is really worried, "Cashew? Angel? What happened to your hand?" Hands being everything to musicians." He looks back at his half sister and smiles sadly, "What makes you think I don't. Spear and I... made a thing for her when I first came here. For remembrance." He winces at her reaction, but there is nothing much he can do at this point. He'll never be one of them. Not really. He nods at Sean, "Talking to them can't hurt, right?" He flashes both boys a smile, "I like blue, but i think I get why pink."

Cash's frozen fear of Silver is broken when Hector approaches. "Y-yeah. It's me. The nut." He hold out his hand and wiggles his fingers. The last two are a little stiff. "Had to help my dad today. I cut it while laying down linoleum. It's deep but I managed stop short of important parts. I mean...I asked and everything. It's fine." He's smiling at Hector in spite of himself. "The pink hair is...mom said she'd let me dye it any color if I got past all my various punishments. I don't have a curfew tonight." He grins. "And I went with pink. Like the uh..." He points to the pink triangle pin on his leather jacket's lapel. Of course he's wearing that jacket. "Plus I think it looks interesting with red. Nothing will look /good/." He laughs. He waves to Sean. "Hi. Blue would look nice on you."

Silver would cross her arms, but for the fact she has her viola with her. As Hector turns away she rolls her eyes at the lovey talk, not hiding it really from anyone but him. "There's talking to them and 'talking' to them," She says in a more grumbly voice as Cash is invited by the other two to their impromptu group. "Hello 'Cashew'," She says when he is within actual conversational distance. So much for that cute name...

Sean waves back and says, "I dunno, I think like an orange to yellow kind of thing would look pretty cool with red, like a sunrise or fire or something." He studies Cash as though picturing different color combinations with the red. Then he glances back over toward Silver and studies her for a moment or two, as though trying to discern what the differences in talking are, but that's not his forte, so he kind of shrugs his shoulders and says, "I talk the only way I know how," with that same easy smile.

Hector is vehement, "Did you go to the hospital? Did it need stitches? Did they have hand specialist look at it?" What if you can't play remains an unspoken question. He smiles, "I guessed right about the pink. I bet tiger stripes could look good though." He is careful not to touch or make eyes contact, but everything about his body language speaks to his affection, "No curfew, huh?" He glares at his sister. He contemplates Sean's suggestion, "Shit! What's that called... Ombra? Something like that. Like figure skater costumes."

Cash nods along with Hector's questions. "I did go. Remember, it's my dad company. I might even get Workman's Comp. And yes, I was kiiiinda freaking out so once I was able to tell them why, they called a whole hand specialist in. My mom might have lied and said I had a full ride to Curtis in Philly but it worked. I was seen and I even have a followup with him. But he thinks it'll be fine." Cash is looking at his hand the whole time. He glances to Silver from the corner of his eye and says, politely, "Don't call me that, please." Beat. "Tiger's too bold and, uh, dark. I wanted to be able to have my natural color back for Prom." His looks at Sean, briefly. "I tried highlights for that effect but it was either bad batch or my sister read the directions wrong. I shaved my head the next day." So /that's/ why Cash's hair was so short at the start of freshman year.

ROLL: Silver rolls spirit for: [1]: x1 [3]: x1 [4]: x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 4 1 4 3 -- d6)

Silver smiles at Sean, though it is a bit strained, and says, "I know. Don't...worry about it." A hand waves as if to banish her words. "Hmph. I suppose mama would have my head if I wasn't polite." She says suddenly, but it isn't directed at anyone a non-Thistle can see. She glances to the side at something then. Eyes focused on something just above and behind one of the nearby tombstones. The tense expression on her face softens a bit. "Sean, have you had dinner? Would any of you like to come inside for a cup of tea or anything? Pretty sure we have oreos..." They better have oreos, or she may find a convenient excuse to leave after they go inside. If they go inside. She is the Oreo Queen, everyone in the Thistle house knows this. Her weakness. Or something. Cash's request may or may not have been heard, because just like he isn't looking at her she is content to find other things to look at too.

ROLL: Dare rolls Spirit for: -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 0 0 0 0 -- d)

ROLL: Dare rolls 4d6 for: [2]: x1 [4]: x1 [5]: x1 [6]: x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 5 6 2 4 -- d6)

"Oh," Sean says when Cash mentions the bad highlight experience and then shrugs his shoulders with another smile, "Well, was just a thought." Then he pulls himself up from where he was sitting on the tomb and hops down, sneakers thudding as he lands in the grass. He gives the tombstone a pat and says, "Thanks for letting me sit with you." Sliding his hands into his pockets, he smiles faintly at the strained smile from Silver and then takes a step away, as though about to head out the way he'd come in when she asks about dinner. He seems to hesitate for the briefest of moments and then says, "Yep! Had dinner already. I should get going anyway if you guys are going to have dinner. Was good seeing you all. Nice playing. I'm sure I'll catch you all soon." And with that, he begins to make his way out of the cemetery.

Hector relaxes once he knows a hand specialist looked it over. "Good." He is also examining the hand, "If someone had called, I'd have come, even though I'm... bad with hospitals." He winces, "I'd hate for you to lose your curls."

He catches something in his sister's expression, and tries to follow the direction of her gaze. He gives up when he can't work it out and studies her face instead. "I could make real cocoa with milk if people wanted? To go with the cookies, I mean." He says to Sean, "Really it's no trouble. At least come in for a bit." He may not know what's going on just yet, but he's backing his sister up on faith.

Silver wrinkles her nose at Sean and says, "Uhuh. I can hear your stomach growling from here. Don't give me that. You didn't even say Hi to Star or Spear." And she moves forward with surprising quickness. Viola and bow are all transferred to one hand and her other grabs his arm. "This way!" She declares, leading him back towards the house. "There's chocolate cake. Did I mention that? OH! And I'm pretty sure Spear went to Blockbuster and got Return of the Living Dead 1, 2 and 3."

Cash is all flushed as Hector fusses over him. "There wasn't a need to call you. I was okay. Dad was there. Mom came. It just bled a lot. I-I was distracted." His brows furrow. "Yeah. I guess you would be bad with hospitals." He pouts a little before moving to one of the flat crypts to sit down. "So, uh...I had an idea for a little road trip. I like driving and...it's like a present to you. A thank you."

"Oh, uh, okay, sure," Sean says a little uncertainly but then Silver is sweeping down on him and taking him by the arm, and he allows himself to be lead off toward the house and a terrible fate of cake and hot chocolate. He doesn't look all that terribly put out by it, either, maybe even the tiniest bit relieved? And then she drags him off and Cash and Hector are left alone.