Name: Cadence Kyrell
Age: Nineteen
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Name: Jordan James.
Age: Twenty Three.
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Cadence walked through the halls of his apartment complex, sighing. He'd just come back from his first day of auditioning people and it sucked. Majorly. His band, Darkest Emerald, had lost it's lead guitarist earlier in the week, and they needed a new one. Fast. He got to his room and saw a light on in the previously empty room next door. He frowned a bit, curious before stepping into his own room. He flipped on his stereo before shutting the door. This poured out before the door shuts.

He slipped off his jacket and sat on his bed, flipping his phone open. He noted only one semi-good person for the part. The all sucked ass. and that pissed him off. His ex couldn't possibly be the only decent guitar player in the area. He rolled his eyes, groaning. "At this rate, we'll be looking until I have to start dying my hair," he moaned to the ceiling, flopping on his bed.

Jordan messed with his guitar strings, messing with the chords, and the tuning. The acoustic guitar was the only one he could afford, but it was a nice one. Slowly, he played a few notes, and sang a bit. It was his own song, and it wasn't finished, but as he went, he slowly got louder and louder, until he was singing and playing regularly. A smile crossed his face as he played, remembering his best friend he left behind, in the small town he came from. He eventually stood up and played louder, singing louder, in his black and blue boxers. Then came the dancing. Oh, that lame white-boy dancing made everyone crack up.

Cadence turned his music down and listened closely. Whoever was playing was really good. He debated for a moment with himself. He wanted to go over, but didn't want to seem awkward. He glanced around his room and caught site of the fliers he'd put up. He grabbed one and jotted his name, cell number and room number on the back. There, not as creepy and awkward. He slipped out of his room and slid it under the door, hoping the person will notice. He then went back to his room and started listening to music again.

Jordan blinked and stopped playing, then grabbed the paper. "Hm...Cadence? Cute," he smirked, then put some pants on, but staying shirtless. He walked out, and over to the room. Testing the doorknob, he noticed it was unlocked. Slowly, he opened it, and stood in the doorway, holding the paper in his hand. Cadence was facing away from the door, so Jordan stood there until the man turned around. Smirking, he watched the back of his head.

Cadence's hair was down and about to his waist. He was fiddling with his stereo, grumbling at his music. Mainly the download that was deciding to start skipping. "I thought only CDs skipped. Don't make me punch you stereo," he grumbled before turning away. And seeing Jordan. "I assume you're from next door?" He glanced at his door, smirking. "I really gotta start locking my door," he muttered, amused. He allowed his eyes to rove over Jordan's figure carefully.

Jordan nodded and walked in, shutting the door behind him. Making himself cozy in a chair, he looked around the small apartment and yawned, stretching out. He smiled at the dark-haired, pale man. He was so different from Cadence. Cadence was dark, mysterious, and so handsome. Jordan was ordinary, besides his pure white hair. He was quite distant, and didn't make friends easily. No one ever really liked him. He spent his time sketching, playing the guitar, and singing.

Cadence folded his legs under himself. "I can assume by your presence that you're interested. So, I'll start with the normal questions. How long have you been playing?" Cadence waited and thought to himself, 'I'm shooting myself if he says under six months.' He curled up a bit, pulling his long hair back out of his face. He also was fairly anti-social, but only with emotions. He may give himself physically, but never emotionally. Except to his last ex. And that ended badly.

Jordan stared at Cadence, then shrugged. "Almost eight years," he smiled softly, his eyes sparkling. "My uncle taught me, and ever since he passed, I've been playing to keep his spirit alive," he explained, looking around the room, then smiling out the window, to the sky. He truly loved his uncle, more than his own father, for he had been the one, basically, to raise him, and love him back. His home life wasn't the best. He heard his father and mother fighting constantly, they got the cops involved most of the time, and other shitty things.

Cadence let out a silent sigh of relief. He nodded. "'Kay. next question. Do you have a life?" He paused for a moment. "Eh-heh. I mean, availability?" He chuckled. it seemed like he really didn't think too much before he spoke, so questions like that were bound to occur. He did seem fairly nice though, so far.

Leaning back and sighing, he shrugged. "I am in a sex triangle, so every other night is not good for me," he said, seriously. He was in a sex triangle, he and two other boys. And he really liked it. Though, he did wish he had someone who loved him for him, and not his dick. But, he knew that would never happen.

"Yum," he responded amused. "'Kay. Nothing during the day though?" Cadence was also in many relationships. He couldn't give up some parts of his stripper past. He jotted that down. "Well, you have my number, so that's useful. And I gotta check with the other band members, but I think they'll agree with me," he noted.

Smirking at his comment, Jordan watched Cadence, knowing he was going to get along with him very well. Softly, he sighed, then checked his watch. "I have to go soon, Scott is waiting for me," he sighed again, staring at the floor. He wished he could skip it, pretend he was sick, and talk to this man all night. He was awkward, dark, and beautiful.

"Have fun," he responded, grinning. He stretched out. "Do they pay you?" he asked, half teasing. He always got paid, but he was...odd like that. "But, anyway I can come stalk you when I know the answer. What time should I come?" he asked, not wanting to be a pain in the ass. Even though he was good at that, he needed a new player, so he couldn't screw this up and he knew it. There'll be plenty of time to showcase his oddness once they're working together, so for now he had to feign normalcy.

Jordan shrugged and sneezed, groaning. Looking at his hands, he saw blood. "Oh fuck..." he muttered and looked to Cadence. "I......Um..." he said, meekly. Blood running down, over his lips, and down his chin, to his lap. His face turned red, embarrassed that he was being so vulnerable. He had frequent nosebleeds, for he was anemic, and he bled so easily, from his blood being thin. "Got a tissue?" he asked, staring at the blood in his lap.

Cadence flipped himself over the bed, opening a drawer and grabbing the box of tissues in there. He handed to him. Cadence had no physical ailments but, he did have mental ones. Bipolar, bipolar induced OCD and night terrors were the three major ones. They all had there own little side conditions that he lived with. He pulled himself back up, his back cracking as he does. He rolled his eyes as he fully sat up. He didn't seem bothered by the blood. But, he was a sado-masochist so he wouldn't be.

Grabbing a few tissues, he wiped the blood away and smiled softly. "Thanks.." he muttered, holding the bloody tissue up to his nose. "Can I...Ah...Stay here a bit longer? I want to know more about you," he confessed, giving into the man's aura and let himself be captured by the mysterious waves.

Cadence settled back. "Sure.. What do you wanna know? I'll answer almost anything." He chuckled, amused by the entire thing. He rested against his bed, making it bump his store--which started it again. This time it started playing Chopin's Nocturne twenty. He eyed it, rolling his eyes. "Well, hello Chopin." He seemed to have odd tastes in music. He turned it down to where he could just barely hear it, his fingers absently moving in time to it. He did have a few secrets he wanted to be kept that way. But, he'd be blunt about his other answers and that could have some really odd answers.

Jordan shrugged. Now that he could stay, he had to think of questions. He expected the man to say no, and kick him out, but now that his excuse to stay worked, he was stumped. "D...Do you have a lover?" he asked, blushing at his question. In his mind, he headdesked a brick building, twenty times. What a stupid question that way. Wasn't that a bit personal? Well...He did tell Cadence about the sex triangle, but, maybe he had something he wanted to keep to himself? Maybe he was just getting over a relationship, and he was deeply hurt? Thoughts flooded his mind, making it hurt and pound.

"Not at the moment. My ex--the gutairist I need to replace-- dumped me. And now he's acting like a royal bitch." He snorted flipping through his phone until he found the pictures he was looking for. "This is Viktor, and the guy he dumped me for Curry. I must say, Curry's hot." He chuckled at that. "But, I used to work as a stripper, so i still sleep with people on and off for money. ...Which doesn't sound good," he noted, rolling his eyes. He didn't seem too upset about the break-up, but he actually was. He was just really good at playing it off.

Blinking, he looked away. "No one really loves me, so..." his voice trailed off. He got laid, but no one truly loved him. He always dreamed of the day someone would sweep him off his feet and bring him to a world of bliss. But so far, all he's gotten is sex, drugs, and lies. Holding his head in his hands, he shook his head and muttered, "Sorry..."