Late Night Meanderings (Open)
Edwin had only recently gotten to the city, so he hadn't been able to spend a lot of time exploring. Now, after spending way too much time studying, he decided that he needed a breather. Pulling on his hoodie, he headed out into the crisp night air.
Wandering a little aimlessly around the city, Edwin didn't travel too far from his new home. He found a nighttime garden and decided that it would be a nice place for a meandering stroll. A couple walked past him, and he quickly shuffled to the side, not wanting to be in their way.
Stopping by a bush with silvery flowers, Edwin tucked his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. The flowers here were very pretty. He wondered if anyone would mind if he plucked one.
(OOC: Very mega open. He's shy, but he wants to play.)
The idea! No way in this world or the next would Pak ever manage an instrument, she'd tried before and failed brilliantly and had sworn to herself she would never attempt it again. This of course meant one day she would get bored and try again. In fact, if she was going to break that little promise she should pick a good instrument. Preferably, one she couldn't break by throwing it across the room. The piano would have possibilities.
"I won't blame the teacher, I like your idea of blaming the timing. Or we can blame the fact that I occasionally have a very short attention span."Â?
She wanted to call him Ed, it was shorter but he just didn't seem like an Ed to her. Too polite, too formal; defiantly not an Ed.
"So what if you decide music isn't for you, you must have a back up plan, an alternate interest."Â?
"I will eventually, but I'm sure it's changed a lot."Â?
Edwin looked sympathetically at Pakpao. For her sake, he hoped it hadn't changed too much. Plus, it wasn't like she'd been away for fifty years. She looked too young to be away for very long. Maybe ten, fifteen years at most, if she was old enough to remember it. "I'm sure it's still familiar enough. You can't have been away too long.
"Maybe the attention span can be blamed on timing too. The younger you are, the more inclined you are to have a short attention span. I'm sure if you tried it now, you might have more luck."
Edwin tried to think of an alternate plan, if he didn't want to get a degree in music. "I don't know. Maybe I should just see how music goes first. I dunno."
"Well I suppose that is possible. I know people who still think I'm young. Maybe I should wait a few more years and try again. Besides it will give me time to figure out what instrument."Â?
It seemed odd that he'd be trying to reassure her. It was a very generous trait, one she often lacked.
"Not a single idea? Not art, or history, or nuclear physics? Well you certainly have a focus, I'll give you that."Â?
He tried to think of something again, because a back up plan really was necessary. Maybe he should just stay with music no matter what, because that would mean that he didn't have to change something.
"I just...I never really gave it much thought before...I haven't really planned ahead," and now he was starting to worry over that.
(OOC: Got the hand description from Mike.)
"A wind instrument? That might work, probably easier to carry about as well."Â?
Yes, lets drag a piano up the tower. That sounded like a great game, or quite possibly not. Of course, with her contrary streak, the challenge appealed to her. Oh, there was the answer, a keyboard the electronic kind. Oh, that would be a new toy.
Pak looked closely at Edwin and wondered if he was getting nervous.
"No point in planning too far ahead; things change. But that's why it doesn't hurt to have some rough plan, just don't stress about it too much."Â?
"As for my rough plan, I think it's music and I doubt it's going to change." He'd hate for that to happen, now that he thought about it. Change was never good.
Part of her hoped Edwin would see that having more than one option wasn't a bad thing. But there was no faulting having a plan either, and maybe he was more adaptable than Pak thought.
Edwin did not give the impression of being terribly adaptable either; the way he kept trying to hide in his hoodie and had never sat down. But he had stopped trying to hide in the sweatshirt so there was hope for him.
"So what is your musical plan Edwin; Performing, composing, marketing?"Â?
Okay, so Edwin didn't have a musical plan either. He was quickly realizing that he didn't have much of an idea of what he wanted to do with himself, and the possibilities of not having a plan were quite frightening.
"I don't know. I've always just played. I haven't really thought about what else I can do with it."
He seemed to be lightening up a little and Pak hoped he’d take a little teasing. A very little. She wasn’t used to having to be so careful with people.
“You're not going to make me go out and by a baby grand or anything? Maybe I could start with an electronic board.”
Then when she got board with it, it would be taken a part or she could attempt to wire it into one of her other machines.
Being honest with herself, Pak admitted to remember not thinking ahead, well not past the harvest or the next meal or the market. Ugh! How had she gotten through all that? However, that made her cut Edwin some slack.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m between goals myself. I guess I’m not used to it so I’m taking it out on random strangers.”
"No, no, no, a keyboard might be better, actually. That way, if you decide you don't like it, you don't have to deal with getting rid of an entire piano. Plus, you can get them without all the keys, so it might be a little easier to learn. Certainly less intimidating than a full piano."
Edwin shrugged again, beginning to play with the cuffs of his hoodie again. He wanted to ask her about herself, but some people were very private, and he didn't want to risk upsetting her if she didn't like questions. But he didn't want her to think he didn't care to know anything about her.
"Umm...if you don't mind me asking, and I understand if you do, I don't mean to be nosy or anything...but what is it that you like to do?"
Watching Edwin fidget with his hoodie she began to hope the kid didn’t play poker. He’d be doomed, it was far too easy to tell he was nervous.
“I’m afraid most of my talent goes into computers but unless you’re into them too I don’t think that would be very interesting for you. I fiddle around with origami and jigsaw puzzles too. Seems to help the problem solving process.”
"I knew how to make an oragmai duck for about a week once. I tried to make a crane too, but they're really complicated and the instructions not detailed enough."
Ducks were easy, cranes were moderately complicated and very dependant on tight creases and precise folding or you just wound up with a lopsided ugly water bird. It also seemed a bit odd to Pak that one of her more recent ramblings with a stranger had also resulted in origami talk, or demonstration.
“I read or heard a superstition once, that the gods will grant a wish to the man who folds one thousand paper cranes. So it might be worth some more practicing, don’t you think?”
“Nope, I promise not to rant at you about systems and networks and other things that will make your eyes glaze over.”
"All that stuff can't be that bad if you're interested. Otherwise, you wouldn't be interested." Realizing that he was disagreeing with her somewhat and that she might not want to talk about it and was trying to throw him off that trail, Edwin tried to make up for it. "But you would know more about that than me."
Listening to the bit about folding a thousand paper cranes, Edwin thought it sounded nice. "But there isn't much that I want." And he doubted that folding paper would get him anything that he did want. "Besides, I'd have to find better instructions."
She didn’t mind talking about her work but she did object to assaulting people with it, unless they had irritated her or she wanted them to go away or she was just feeling mean. Huh, now that she thought about it, that was a lot of extenuating circumstances, maybe she should attack people with networking issues more often.
“I there isn’t much you want, you should start folding them now so you’ll be done when you do want something. Of course I’ve never gotten much beyond a hundred before I get irritated with finding them all over and throw them out.”
"If I start on them now, I still have to find better instructions first, and I don't know where to get them here. I guess I could ask you, but then I'd probably need to keep bugging you while I do the first few. Next time you try, why not keep them in one of those big rubbermaid trunks? Easy to move out of your way, then."
Having cut Edwin some slack Pak finally decided to cut to the chase, most people would have sat down or taken off by now. He was right in the middle.
“Not a bad idea about the trunk. Listen I don’t mean to be abrupt but are you going to sit down or what?”
Listen I don’t mean to be abrupt but are you going to sit down or what?”
"Oh, um, right, sure," he said, sitting down beside Pakpao. "I just didn't want to be presumptuous, you know?" She may have not wanted to hang around with him, or she might have wanted some space, or something like that. "Sorry."
She tried to smile reassuringly, but wasn’t sure how well she did. Poor kid here he was being nice, she was just used to dealing with more assertive people.
“So you’re working your way through school or a scholarship or something?”
Pak had started to like Edwin and even though she didn’t think she had anything a non-techy could handle it might be worth knowing.
"Yeah, I have a pretty good scholarship, and a couple of smaller ones. But I also have to take out some loans and I'm working as a busboy for a diner. How long have you been out of school working?"