The city streets were alive with the sounds of people hurrying from one place to another, coughing and arguing, as a young man made his way through the streets. He found his way to the Macy's building and sat down, opening up his guitar case and pulling out the instrument. The noises of the city mixed with his playing, and soon it was like some kind of beautiful show, put on by a blind man that couldn't have a house for himself. He seemed proud of his work, and would wait until he heard money drop into his case before snatching it up, still managing to play some semblance of a tune.

He was never really treated properly, nobody knew he was blind unless they actually got a look into his downcast eyes. They were so pale and unfocused that everyone figured he was blind, and he was, so they left him alone. It was like lacking eyesight in this city made you diseased, and if you were diseased, nobody wanted you. But he'd experienced that his whole life; his own mother had thrown him out of the house because he wouldn't ever be able to do things how she did, and now he was on the streets of New York, trying to find his niche and attempting to have enough money to be able to eat that night.

The boy was a blond, his hair shaggy and somewhat long, the longest part hitting his shoulders, and despite being plenty old enough to grow some, he was lacking any facial hair. He'd hated the feeling of it so much that he had ended up getting electrolysis to rid himself of most body hair, when he still lived with his mother. Currently, he wore a thin black hoodie, tattered and torn and not very warm, with a white, ripped up t-shirt beneath it. His jeans looked like they had weathered the end of the world; torn to shreds and barely hanging onto his hips.

The saddest part about this was that it was one of the coldest days in the year, and the snow blew with biting force at his face, but never once did he stop playing. The sun soon began to melt behind the clouds, and he was left in the dark gray day; but he was usually in black, anyway, so it didn't much matter to him.

"You are spoilt and do not give a damn about our family!" these were the last words from his father before Cabe stepped out onto the streets and immediately sneaked a smoke from his pocket, lighting it expertly with his lighter before it disapeared into his trouser pocket as fast as it came out. The young man blew on his cigarette, drawing smoke to rise from his nostrils, and it calmed his nerves before the wind blew in his face and forced himself to start walking. It was cold, and one last little puff of his ciggarette was the last of it before he threw it to the ground and shoved his hands to his pockets. It was a cold November, and light was soon etching away as the moon replaced the sun. The wind blew heavily through the tree's and people scurried here and there, desperate to go home and get warm. The very air in front of him was viewable, and only told Cabe how cold it really was. He shivered, digging his chin low into his scarf, which he was thankful he thought of taking before he had slammed the door behind him.

Cabe was a tall guy, one who had a tall and thin build. Cabe isn't one of those guys that you could portray as strong, but many underestimate his strength and end up in trouble, although this is rare, it has happened. Cabe has black hair with grey eyes, his cheek bones outlined and skinny, which just makes him look all the more serious. He was everything but someone who fit with the crowd, and had been constantly nagged and named 'The rich boy'. However, his brother Jared, who's a few years older than him, is respected, whether it be because he don't act like one or he threatens people if they don't respect him Cabe doesn't know, but there is one thing for certain, Cabe has an inside envy for his brother, the respect he's gotten, but its never gotten out. Cabe doesn't know what he is doing, but a year ago, when they'd moved state and went to new schools, cabe tried to change his personality, and now he's one of those 'troubled kids' in gangs who have fights on who is stronger and who goes out with the hottest girl. Although Cabe isn't into this stuff, he knows that he's got respect from some of the guys, even though occasionally he's beaten up by someone, unfortunately that is.

Cabe closed his eyes for a split second, thinking about the hundreth row he'd just had with his father. Why do things always turn out like this..? His father never naggs his brother, why him? He's never gotten in their way, they've always chosen to pick a fight with him! Taking a deep breath, he listens to the sounds of the traffic, the sounds of music from nearby restaurants, the shuffle of feet as people pass by him, and, someone playing an instrument... guitar. Cabe opens his eyes and follows the music, he seems almost dazed by it, he likes it.
As he follows the sounds, it takes him to a boy sitting at the curb of the pavement, playing the guitar. There was no money in the case. Cabe started to pity him. Approaching the young man, he smiled.
"Not a fine evening to be playing outside, is it?" he asks. He notices the man doesn't seem to be looking at the guitar, and it puzzles him, was he an excellent guitarist? Surerly you must look from time to time, even if you're professional?

// Sorry I took a while, I didn't have access to the computer in the weekend. Hope this is okay! (: \\

The boy didn't even look over at the other; it wasn't that he was trying to ignore him. He did answer, just so he wouldn't be rude. He tried his hardest to be kind and nice to everyone...but with his disability, he wasn't quite able to figure out where everyone was.

"Oh...it's cold, but...the outside is my home. It's all I have left, besides the guitar. If one or both disappeared, I don't know what I would do." His voice was soft and homely, and his words seemed almost poetic, if not a little sad. He gave a soft, soulful sigh and closed his useless eyes, humming the tune a bit before it re-established in his head and he was able to play it just as well.

"If it wasn't necessary to play, I wouldn't...but it is all I have to do with myself...and it's the only way I can eat tonight." He sighed again, "I...haven't had enough money for three days. The shop I keep going to raises the price every day, it seems, and if I had enough for yesterday's sandwich, it's twice as much today." It was a sad, sad truth, and a reason why he didn't want anyone to know he was blind. They took advantage of him.

Cabe only then looked the boy up and down. He seemed to be filthy, his blond hair in a mess and greasy, his clothes tattered and worn out, and the boy didn't even look at him! Cabe was quite taken aback, but the things the boy answered were rather.. touching, to say the least. Cabe felt a little pity for the kid, he had only moments ago had an argument with his father, and for once in his life, he really did feel his father was right, he really did feel spoilt. Sighing he closed his eyes for a moment before glancing at the boy.
Cabe opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, and closing it again, he sat down next to the boy, leaning against the wall of Macy's Building. There were a few moments of silence before Cabe leaned forward and took of his coat. "Take this, it'll keep you warm for a while." he says, attempting to smile kindly but failing, and instead, slowly and hesitantly putting the jacket around the boy, unsure whether he would feel threatened or not.

Cabe sighed again, breathing out and watching the air disapear slowly. He glanced at the boy before staring straight ahead. "Whats your name kid?" he asks, you could say it's disrespectful, but Cabe uses it more as protection than to be disrespectful. Cabe fumbled for his trouser pockets, taking out the cigarette packet and the lighter. Taking a cigarette he lit his before offering.
"You want a cig?" he asks, inhaling on his own before using his free hand to take it out, open his mouth and let the smoke come out.

"Thank you, sir." For the first time, he turned his head and looked at the other; those eyes were as white and glassy as a Christmas ornament. They looked a bit freakish at first, but after you were used to them, they just looked kind of cool. He gave a small smile and his head turned down a bit, eyelids hitting about half-mast.

"My name is Mikhael. Like Mick-Hail." He smiled a little sadly and stopped strumming a moment before switching into a new song. A soft sigh passed him before be began to sing.

"Jimmy wasn't really popular, he had a couple friends back home...

."

Cabe nodded in response to the boy's thanks and smiled. Glancing at the boy, he stiffened in shock as he noticed the boys eyes. White and glassy, and they seemed to be staring through him. Cabe blinked. He put his cigarette to his lips and inhaled before letting the smoke escape through his nostrils. The boy seemed to smile at him, and Cabe half forgot that the boy would be unable to notice anything with his eyes, but he smiled in return.
"Nice to meet you Mikhael, I'm Cabe." he introduces with yet another smile. He seemed to bother himself with the fact that the boy wouldn't see any of his smiles, but he always forgot and his instincts seemed to take over.
"So you say you got no money for food?" he asks, half rhetorically. "Alright well come with me then, I got some money for a fine meal." he says and gets up, waiting for the other to follow his suit.

"Nice to meet you, Cabe." The young man replied with a slightly wider smile, putting his guitar away once the food was offered and slowly rising into a standing position. He groped for the other's hand finding his shoulder and navigating his way down the other's arm until he found a hand.

"I'm sorry if this seems odd...but I can't follow if I can't feel you." It may have sounded a little wrong, but it couldn't be helped; it was already said and he wasn't about to apologize if someone had a dirty mind. It wasn't his fault, after all. "Where are we going to go?" He added, head tilting a little as he looked at the other in vain. "I have about..." He paused, "I don't know." He pulled four crumpled bills from his pants pocket; three ones and a five.

Cabe made a curt nodd in his direction and said with a small smile lingering on his lips, "It's nice to meet someone who doesnt follow the fashion trend!"
When Mikhael started for his shoulder and felt for his hand, Cabe shivered in delight, only tensing when he realized what had just happened. Had he just liked that? Feeling only more than a little strange, he stammered as the boy practically apologized for feeling his arm, of all places!
"N-n-no.. its o-ok.." he managed to say as he felt sweaty in the boy's practically ultra clean hand, which was pretty ironic considering the fact that the boy was homeless and probably had dirty water to bathe in, in which case he didn't know when the last time Mikhael bathed anyway. Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought, whilst Mikhael had already asked another question. He had managed to catch the last bit and understand.
"What was that?" he asks, but quickly continues without letting the boy say anything, "Where we're going?" he repeated and thought. "Well, it depends what you'd like to eat!" he exclaimed with a smile.
His smile wavered when he noticed the money in the boy's hand. "Thats worth nothing." he muttered sadly, but waved the hand away.
"I'll lend you some, its nothing to me.. I'm like.. rich." he said, and even though this was a good thing in some cases, he didn't look like it was, he appeared ashamed.

(( ...would you be terribly upset if I asked you if you'd like to do another rp? I'm rather braindead on this one. >: ))