Evan continued doing his work until his phone went off. Checking it to see that Ria texted him back saying sure thing...and that she was coming over...wait, coming over? Evan realized there may have been some sort of miscommunication between the two of them. Not to mention his phone went off again to show a text from Torv. He wasn't entirely sure how to answer this question presented to him by Torv...especially since he was already in quite the predicament as it was. Nevertheless he couldn't turn down his communistic comrade, especially after he just sort of inexplicably left. Not like Evan would pry on that subject seeing as he also had the habit of disappearing every now and then. With that out of the way, Evan put his phone in his pocket and closed the laptop in front of him. Shoving it into the case he had been given he quickly bolted out of the library where he had been doing his work. Though he remembered to run quietly, because as much of a rush as he was in, this was still a library and it required quiet. As soon as he got out of there he immediately put on his rollerblades and started booking it down town as fast as he possibly could. He had to make sure that he beat Ria to his house or else it would look super rude of him to not be at his house after inadvertently inviting her over. What he wouldn't give for a pair of motorized rollerblades right about now. Going much faster than usual and putting much more effort in as usual he continued to haul ass, taking every short cut conceivable he finally made it to his apartment building...unfortunately he saw that her car was already parked there. Well that was unfortunate. He continued to go as fast as he could, taking off his rollerblades as soon he could he ran up the stairs to see that she was already at the door. W h o o p s. Grabbing the door knob before she could he stood there, panting a bit for air, saying "wh-why wel-welcome Ria. S-so glad you could come." After catching his breath he opened his door and let her in. "Well as you know, place isn't much different from last time you've been here." He stretched out his arm invitingly to his place. Around the apartment it had gone through no change at all really. Kitchen was still small, living room area was still a bit of a mess, the tv still had its "OUT OF ORDER" sign on it, and of course, his fridge was still filled with bacon. "Oh, hope you don't mind but someone else asked to come over so I said he could. Really sorry for not asking you first," he clasped his hands together and started bowing apologetically. After bringing himself back up he said, "but ya know, the more the merrier right?"
Brandon had walked himself right up to the new guy, the guy they thought was the angel. No one else seemed to be taking any initiative, so he decided to go up to the new guy and introduce the group. After doing so he was promptly taken by Compadre and given on vigorous noogie to the noggin. Someone probably should've alerted Compadre that he was built like a tank, and that he was loosing a good deal of air from his massive arm around his scrawny neck. Not to mention the fist on his skull was pretty intense and made him felt like his skull was going to break and shatter. "M-message received." Once Compadre had let go of him he started gasping for air, sweet sweet air. Then the fallen angel asked what the important thing they wanted to tell him was. So Brandon felt obligated to answer. "Oh well you see-" "Have you noticed all the strange occurrences around the world recently?" Wealthard's voice had cut him off from speaking. "The plane crashes, the catastrophic earthquake in London, the "Zombie Apocalypse" there and not to mention the 'He Rises' thing going on. Well there's something...unusual behind the cause of all of those."
The car trip had been rather uneventful...or at least he was pretty sure it was because he was asleep for most of it. Eventually though they had made it to a new building where they were all pretty sure that the next angel was. The compass was pointing in that direction and as such the crew decided that they should go and meet their next fallen angel. Inside the building there was only a single person there, so it wasn't hard to guess that he was the fallen angel. In fact it was so easy to guess that somebody decided to do something about it. "Hey there person, our gang would like to talk to you about something important." 'Oh my god he just ran in...again.' Maalik was commenting on the fact that the young kid, Brandon, went in to introduce the group to another angel. Granted he wasn't as stupid about as last time, but the kid seemed to want to take the initiative in recruiting these people. It was actually a wonder this group didn't restrain him from doing something given his explanation last time. Even still he sighed and stood back waiting to see how this kid would react, and if the Brandon kid would totally screw things up.
Evan Allen Walker. The free spirited individual who had just been rolling through life like it was filled with no bothers to him whatsoever. The oh so tragic deaths that fateful day all those months ago had done little to keep him down...if he could even be qualified for ever being down. While it did take most to return to normalcy, once all the dust settled from that, (or at least most of it) everyone had went on with their lives. And oh how it was all so grand. Unfortunately an odd epidemic of...something, really no one knows what it even is, started spreading around killing people left and right. Bit of a bummer, but had it deterred the free spirited individual? Hell no it didn't. Whilst everyone was going around being super paranoid all over the place, keeping their hands covered and masks adorned, he was literally doing nothing different. Rollerblading around everyday, going to the cafe, and just enjoying every little thing that he could in the midst of all this "people dropping dead from something" scare. The only significant difference in his life was the advent of online classes. At first it had been quite the funny tale to see unwind, because Evan didn't even know that was going on for the first week it was. Having no computer himself, he never actually went to check and see if anything like that was going on, and it was only until the school contacted him did he realize his grade A fuck up. As such the school physically gave him a small laptop to use during this time,(for school purposes only.) However, he never, ever, used the laptop at his home. Despite being issued by the school he was still positive that "big brother" had somehow tapped into it and would be constantly monitoring him and his activity offline somehow with the contraption. So he always went to the public library to do his work there. Though doing work on a computer, especially by oneself, was a tedious task that Evan was consistently bored by. With no sort of authority figure looming over him, he was extremely easily distracted from his work and was pretty unwilling to do it right now. Maybe a friend or partner of some sort would be able to curb his unwillingness. Thinking back on things he decided the best person to contact would be his great friend Ria. Surely she could use help with her work...or hopefully she could. He pulled out his phone and decided to text her to see if they could hang out.
[/url] Ooc: And thus the good sir did say, NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHES Ah what a predicament the world they lived in had thrown them into. Candlewood had always been a rather famous town, what for it holding one of the most prestigious schools in the known world. But as the days had gone by and as the wheel of time continued spinning, Candlewood, more specifically the school in it, had become a town in with more dread and superstition to its name. Between the incident at camp that he had heard about those few years ago, the people dying in that car crash those few months ago, and now this incurable unidentifiable disease began spreading around, it seemed that all within the county now were forced to live their lives as mere caged animals, simply waiting to die. This epidemic had done nothing but vex the good sir. It made his usual strolls through the town all the more difficult as though who were actually wondering the streets would treat him as if he was a victim of the plague and ready to spread it to him at any given moment. The very notion of that was preposterous for he was as fit as fiddle. No sort of sickness in relation to this spreading disease of death had been noted to be found in him. And even if he did contract said sickness, it was already known that it was not airborne and as such wearing mask seemed completely pointless to him, and it was not the proper attire for one such as himself to be wearing. Furthermore the institute, Fortissimo, had taken quite the turn. Providing now online classes, instead of the tried and true physical ones. Ah how shallow this all felt, learning and working on a computer and submitting things via the internet , instead of using pen and paper, getting up and talking to the teachers and professors. A thin screen of glass and a web browser were not the way a class were to be taught. Ah but such is life, and such is the way one must go along with what life throws at them. And as such he continued working on his laptop outside on his balcony. Despite town being quite the bore and quite the annoyance to stroll through now a days, it still did him good to be able to sit out and take in the fresh air. The ambiance of the outdoors did him good.
Richard laid there in his bed as he got. He wasn't entirely sure what to do here at this point. Between the Cassandra and Shane people dying the group seemed to be on some sort of edge. Not to mention Henrik and his "brilliant" idea to go on some sort of a solo mission to go save his wife in Russia. Richard hadn't really done much during that time, though that was in part there was next to nothing he could add in that conversation. Even more so they had to continue going on some sort of recruiting mission to make their ever dwindling group balance out and further help them on their mission. Then again, Richard wasn't entirely sure what that even was. They get enough angels on their side, get strong enough and then what? Were they going to stomp down to hell and kill a demon army or something? Sighing he got himself out of bed, thinking that now would be a good time to just get ready. After looking around and making sure he had everything on him, he walked away and went to go get something to eat. While he was getting something to eat he noticed the Adam kid there as well. Well at least he now knew others were awake as well. He simply waved a good morning to the kid as he went back to eating his food.
Brandon had certainly gotten a good night's sleep. Between Cas dying and Heinry's whole lone wolf going to save his wife debate that happened last night, it was all pretty draining. Thankfully the bed was comfortable enough to whisk him off into a world of merriment and fun. Really the only thing he could recall about his dream from last night was a white rose, though he had no idea what to make of that at all. Paying no mind to that at all though, Brandon got out of bed and started feeling a whole lot of anticipation inside him. He realized it was probably because they were going to meet a new fallen. It was always nice to have a new member of the gang, especially when Brandon was always so excited to see what their angel power thing was to begin with, and a new member meant they had a better chance at winning their fight. Sure he wouldn't be a Shane, a man of few actions and fewer words, or Cas, someone he barely knew in the slightest, but the new angel was hopefully going to be a great addition to their already fully functioning team. After thinking about this stuff for a while Brandon noticed Adan had awoken. "Good morning." He gave a bit of a wave. Brandon went over to get his tennis racket and tennis ball to kill some time with. He started dribbling the ball on top of the racket when he noticed that Adan looked like he was in some sort of panic. He seemed to be looking all over the place for something but not coming up with any results at all. Eventually he asked Brandon if he'd seen his hoodie anywhere. "Hmmmm," Brandon thought on this for a moment. The last time he had seen Adan was when they got to the hotel. Brandon had fallen asleep so soon after getting here that he didn't even realize he and Adan were even sharing a room. Nonetheless the hoodie clearly wasn't in the room so Brandon decided to ask the obvious question. "I don't know, but were you doing anything before you went to bed. Like did you go somewhere and take it off or something at any time?"
Emile had been working on trying to make exactly the right flower designs and match their colors with them for quite some time now during the day. Towards the tail end of it, it had seemed like everything was coming up Milhouse. He was very happy with the way he had incorporated all of the flowers into the drawing. They didn't seem to stick out in comparison to the rest of the drawing, which they weren't supposed to, but they still seemed to add a certain something to the picture. Not to mention all the colors seemed to blend well with the background as well. He was so ecstatic about this, however externally he just looked like he had more pleasantly smiling expression on than usual. The picture was nearly done, was nearly perfect. He just needed to make the hippo look like the most menacing creature in existence and then he could be fully content and happy with the picture. It was quite the challenge to be done as he still hadn't fully worked out a reasonable color combination for all of it, the necessary blend of dark grays and black was just eluding the young boy's talents. Maybe he should've asked for Rowan's advice as this was proving to be pretty difficult. Then again, Emile did get strange looks, which made him feel uncomfortable at times, when he asked for assistance with things such as this. He didn't really understand it, but they always said something along the lines of not expecting it from him. Oh well, that'd be all for next class. For now, once class had finished Emile had said his goodbyes and went on home. Once home Emile sat down to go eat dinner. He started thinking more and more on what to actually do to finish up his drawing. That hippo seemed to be the hardest thing to draw, but that would mean it was just that much better a delight once it was actually finished. Eventually Emile had finished dinner, took care of night time stuff, and went to bed for the night.
[/url]Sal had woken up that morning to just go on with his life as usual. Today wasn't one of his street musician days, though even it were it'd be too late for him to go out now according to his usual schedule anyway. So today he just walked into the kitchen to go and get some breakfast. He pulled out a bowl and got some cereowl to eat. As he began slowly eating his meal he wasn't entirely sure what to do today. Sure had something planned, he always did, but he felt it was only going to serve to bore him. He had been following his same schedule for a good amount of time now, so it started to become a bit mundane to him. Maybe it was time to get going somewhere else. He had went back to his room to go see what he should do here. Looking at a map of Europe he grabbed a dart, closed his eyes, and threw it. Opening his eyes, he saw just where the dart had landed. Italy. Interesting. It'd been awhile since the last time he'd been there. Well there was no time like the present and early morning was the greatest time to get started on such a journey. Packing pretty minimally, despite the fact the length of his trip was going to be like a week or so, he decided to get going on with his journey. Before that though he needed to tell his folks about it. For some reason they never really seemed to care when he left for such journey's and not to mention he was free of having to pay rent when he did. It wasn't like his parents were the most chilled and relaxed people, but they just seemed to not care too much about what he did. He just sort of had to ask and they just went along with it. Despite the fact that it was like this for most of his life, Sal himself even found it weird. Nonetheless they saw no problem with him doing this cross continental trip, even gave him some money for it and he decided to just go off to Italy. For fun.
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❥Full Name: Rian J. Masterson is my god given name. ❥Appearance: This is I. ❥Age: I believe you will find that I am 18. ❥Likes: I enjoy fine old equestrian sports, the number zero, a white glove (only for dueling purposes though,) umbrellas (the weapon and shield of a sir,) rain (for then I can use my weapon,) and our most leisurely pastime of dice and playing cards. I am also quite fond of most animals. Also long walks on the beach. ❥Dislikes: I am not fond of monocles, rather chilled weather, false hair that people adorn on themselves, and people who do not use all of their passion into a given task. ❥Weaknesses/Fears: Fireworks (it is like rain, only on fire), lightning (it's like fireworks only much faster), bees and spiders (the devils messengers.) I am a gentleman and therefore infallible (though lacking courage, being unable to aim anything, and the need to prove myself as the best could be all considered as a weakness.) ❥Strengths/Talents: Being a gentlemen, one must be ready for all sorts situations requiring flexibility. As such I have perfected myself in the arts of gymnastics. ❥Personality: I would call myself a rather dignified fellow, one who is rarely willing to break his composure for the sake of pure indulgence in such trivial things such as anger. There is nary a situation that can strike terror into my heart and nary a situation I cannot face with the courage a true gentlemen must have. (read: run like the biggest pansy you shall ever meet.) Being a gentleman there is no such things as a mistake, simply something that went "according to plan." ❥Sexuality: I am a man, and as such I need a woman. (Hetero) ❥Favorite Color: #cd7f32 ❥Instrument(s): But of course the acoustic guitar is an instrument meant to be played by sirs, that and the timeless keytar, and not to mention the majestic harp. Oh and let us not forget the ever popular air guitar, I have been told no one plays it quite like I do. ❥Crush?: I am not at liberty to say, though I will admit, the shy of heart do make my own race like it is a magnificent stallion. (Pierce Mhenjer) ❥Cupid's Brew?: To swoon a maiden's heart is something a gentleman must be able to do...though assistance is acceptable. (Yes) ❥Availability: I share my availabilty with a man known as Evan Allen Walker, and a lad known as Dennis Baker. ❥Other: Sir!
The young artist was quite absorbed in his work. The drawing was nearing completion, and he was becoming ever more and more satisfied with it. While he had been very helpful in the past, Emile decided that if he was going to finish this drawing, he wasn't going to ask Rowan for anymore advice. He needed to rely on his creativity and ingenuity to solve such problems so he could continue being a great artist later on. So he sat there thinking on how to make this aura of death thing that was supposed to go around the most terrifying of all the creatures on here, that being the hippo. He pulled out multiple pieces of scrap paper and tried out different color types of color coordinations. Trying to get a really menacing black and dark grayish mixture was proving to be difficult, especially when trying to form it around the awkwardly shaped menace. Eventually he just gave up on trying to make that so instead he focused on just drawing flowers instead. He started going all out with thinking of different flowers to add in his garden of warzones. Roses, violets, daisies, wolfsbane, and so many more different flowers. He tried to add as many as he could without accidently over crowding the rest of the picture with them. Trying his best to color in all of the other flowers, he pulled out a book with all the different flowers in them. Using them as references for color he started frivolously working on the flowers color, trying to get them all correctly shaded in. Continually looking back and forth for reference material he had gotten so much into it that he completely failed to notice the two kids walking out of the room for quite some time and even completely missed the paint spill happening.
The entire situation with Heinry seemed to keep flopping back and forth between who was thinking of what to do. Compadre seemed to want him to go, but outlined why going would be an awful idea, Adan seemed to completely change his mind and say something completely different than what he had before. Finally Xana seemed to try and pull out one more definitive point, and then the situation kind of ended, granted that might've been due to her completely passing out on Compadre's back. When all was said and done the gang ended up going to a hotel thanks to good old Lion and his super badass asian mafia powers, (did that count as an angel power?) The gang made it to the hotel and, after getting a room key, he went to go to bed in a hotel room. Wealthard fell asleep in some other room too, but there's no particular reason that should've been fixated on by Brandon, it just was.
[/url] Sal had spent the grand majority of his day not doing much. It was getting pretty late though and he needed to get going. With the nighttime rushhour of people starting to subside, he stopped playing his guitar on the street and decided it was time to get going home. He looked around as he started walking trying to look out for any sort of suspicious activity going on. He wasn't normally paranoid about his surroundings, but the crime rate was already escalating here as it was, and what with all people taking all of these strange occurrences as the end of the world, the crazies were even more prominent on the street. However Sal was able to keep it low key enough and eventually make it easily back to his place. It was good to be home after a hard days of aimless wandering and music playing. He saw on the table was a plate of cod waiting just for him. He looked around and saw no one was around, so he assumed his parents probably went to bed early and left him dinner out for when he came back. Sal was quite happy his parents were stilling to provide shelter to him, albeit with rent (which they were really lenient about,) and still gave him food. Also a good thing they had a good deal of money to be doing whatever they felt like, otherwise he probably would've been kicked to the curb quite a while ago. Nonetheless he happily sat down and began devouring his meal in peace. When all was said and done he walked himself off to bed and fell asleep there.
Before anyone actually answered Brandon's question Heinry spoke up again. He thought the whole conversation on his wife thing was done, but turns out it was still going strong. Heinry seemed completely determined to leave their group and fly solo to Russia to save his wife. While he could totally understand him wanting to save his wife with all his heart, or at least he thought he could understand, the fact of the matter was that even Brandon found the whole solo mission to Russia pretty stupid. Adan seemed be pretty angry at Heinry, something about fighting for more than just yourself or something. Then he seemed to totally want to shoo him away. Adan also commented on being ridiculed for being selfish. Wait he was being ridiculed? Brandon had no idea of this at all. Regardless he faced both of them and decided to bring in his own opinion. "Come on, come on guys. No need to be like that. We're all one great team that needs to stick together if we're going to win against hell's bells, er forces." Despite playing solo matches, Brandon was a firm believer in teamwork trumping everything, so all they needed to do was stick together and then there'd be no way to lose. "Also isn't it getting pretty late to be going out to another country?"
Brandon had received an answer that wasn't really an answer from Jo. Oh well. He started to think about what kind of angel they'd meet up with next. They already had quite the variety of angel badasses already. "Hm, well let's see. We already got quite the variety of powers between lightning, all three of our fire users, one of us can turn invisible and um, psychic mind powers or something, so I don't really know what to expect here. Maybe if we found a guy who had the ability to go and like control plants or something like that would be pretty cool. Or maybe just someone to use a different element. I mean, if you count me in there we already have four firebenders. Be pretty cool if we could find some other type of like air or water or even earthbender." He started to think of so many different awesome abilities that angels in wait might have. Really based on all their powers, that weren't fire, the possibilities seemed endless. Though he was still wondering what Jo, Adan, and Lion all had up their sleeves in terms of angel powers. Ah well, if they haven't been shown yet (excluding Adan since they just met him,) then they must be super badass. He turned his attention away at the sound of Heinry sounding elated about something. Apparently he knew his wife was in Russia...wait he had a wife? Then Adan told him how stupid it would be to go to Russia at the moment. Brandon was actually thinking about how awesome it'd be to go to Russia, though right now they were in Germany with a purpose of finding more angel badasses to become apart of this totally amazing group of people. Then Xana told him off as well and what she said got him thinking. What so special about Heinry's kids? Like what was the whole big deal about being an angel's kid? Did they have like some weird super power? Ah well, worrying about it would probably get him nowhere, and asking about it would probably only end with him being met with an extremely cryptic response that only would serve to confuse him further, so he perished the thought. Though he was curious about where exactly they were going tonight. Despite everything that happened he still felt pretty restless and wanted to continue doing something for the day. They were burning moonlight and, with the death of both Shane and Cassandra happening, he felt like he was super weak. He really wanted to get stronger and despite being a part of this crew, wanted nothing more than to become the strongest of all of them, including the dark angels. That way there'd be no way he'd ever lose again. He walked over to the group and just decided to ask a question that may or may not have been on everyone elses mind. "So are we just going to chill at a hotel for the night or are we finding our next fallen angel person?"
Brandon wasn't entirely feeling his usual pep on the way to Germany. Normally he'd be stoked to go on a cross continental trip to the Deutschland but now he wasn't feeling so upbeat. Cas had just died, like out of nowhere. No one had seen that demon coming at it looked like it's primary purpose was literally just to run in and kill her. After that, the group's morale seemed to dip down and no one was really in a talkative mood anymore. Thankfully,though , Lion had made up arrangements for them to somehow have their own private jet to get them all the way to Germany. So that was pretty cool. One five hour long plane ride later, the gang had finally made it to Germany and still didn't seem in the greatest of spirits. Brandon thought of making a speech on the spot to raise group morale, but couldn't really find any words to say or any core concept that could really pump their group up. In the end he was just sort of standing around, waiting for the group's next plan of action to take shape. Though realizing it'd be boring just to kill time like that, he decided to do something in the down time. Hearing that Adan had made a comment on why the compass wasn't pointing north, he was going to make a comment on it when he heard Jo, in her usual stuttering manner, answer the question. Then she started talking to herself again...which was weird. Brandon understood it was a thing she did, though he wasn't exactly sure why, and still felt rather awkward just hearing her own personal conversations...with herself. Nevertheless he walked over to her and decided to strike up some good old fashion conversation. "Yo Jo. So how about that being in Germany. Seems pretty cool that we've been able to travel to all sorts of place now right?" He wasn't entirely sure what kind of a follow up would be good at this point but he just went with, "so what kind of angel do you think we'll meet this time?"
Emile had been sitting on the roof for quite sometime now. Though there was no reason he shouldn't have. The night's weather was perfect to relax and sit in, and the sky was just absolutely beautiful. Not trying to draw it should be considered a crime. He had been painstakingly trying to capture the sheer majesty of the night sky, but unfortunately his skills just weren't good enough yet. It was slightly upsetting to the young man, but this was why he was going to extra classes. Becoming a great artist was always a dream that just never seemed to be within the young boy's reach. But now, he was being helped to reach such a dream with so many wonderful people. His mother eventually called him in for dinner, at which point the young individual reluctantly closed his sketchpad and packed things up. Walking downstairs he had realized how hungry he had gotten from just sitting there and drawing the sky for hours. As such he was quite thrilled to be eating dinner now. When all was said and done Emile went back to his room and lied in bed. Today had been pretty mellow, but that's just because nowadays every day that wasn't art class, wasn't nearly as exciting as those that were. He was so ecstatic for the joys tomorrow would bring and kept acting each night before hand like it would be the night before the first class. With excitement on the mind the young lad went to sleep.
Brandon awoke feeling nice and refreshed in the bed. He stretched a bit as he sat up. Yesterday was quite the day and having a bed to sleep in, food in his belly, and a good amount of rest had really hit the spot. Though he was slightly curious about what to go do next, now that Adan had joined their team of angel badasses. Wait did he? Brandon was actually having trouble remembering when he said that he would, but eventually stopped trying to remember and figured that he must've said yes. After all they were an irresistible bunch of people. Though as curious as he was as to what would happen next, his stomach was telling him that the most important thing at the moment was food. Being in total agreement with his stomach Brandon bounded out of bed only to remember one crucial detail he had forgotten. He was on the top bunk. Landing with a bit of a thud, Brandon pulled himself up, rubbing his arm that he had landed on. Even still he walked out of the room, albeit now sorely and not as fast as he normally would at the moment. Though by the time he had reached the kitchen the pain seemed to not be as prominent. That was weird, usually when he did some stunt that ended up with him in pain, said pain lingered for a good bit. He started wondering if angels just had like, faster healing capabilities than regular people, but quickly stopped caring since it had nothing to do with food, tennis and lightning. Once in the kitchen, he found a loaf of bread and decided to cut a slice for himself for breakfast. Though rather than bothering finding and grabbing a knife, he simply drew out Vis Vis and just delivered a cut, in sword form, to the loaf. After turning his sacred angel bread cutter back into a wrist band, he put the rest of the loaf back and ate the piece of bread he had cut. After doing that he went to the living room to see a few people already up and about discussing things. Lion and Soleil seemed to be whispering something to Xana and so Brandon couldn't really understand what was being said at all. He felt like it'd be rude for him to just intrude in on their conversation, so he just sort of awkwardly stood there before back peddling back into the kitchen to get more food.
DAY 31Tuesday, October 22nd, 2013[/url] Early morning, quite the lively time. Everybody is always hustling and bustling and the streets are always filled with cars and people going every which way. A time in which everyone is going to their places of employment, and as such it makes it one of the more crowded times of the day. As such, it makes a beautiful opportunity for a man with no place of employment to sit his rear end down on the sidewalk, pull out a jar, pull out a guitar, and start playing to his heart's content. Salvatore Osorio is that one such type of man. Getting up bright and early every other day Salvatore, or known to most as Sal, always had the habit of going out to play music to the people who travel the streets in the morning. He did this because he had no real better place to go to and found playing music for the people Castelo Branco to be enjoyable. It just so happened that people started throwing money at the ground near him every now and then when he did this, which while it wasn't his initial goal, Sal was more than happy to take. Eventually he started bringing a jar with him just so he could keep all of it more organized and not sporadically have to stop playing so he could pick said money up. After a good hour or so was spent playing for the good people of the city Sal looked at the jar to see his earnings. He was pretty content with it and decided that now would be a good time to go and get some breakfast for himself. Strapping his guitar to his back and picking up the jar, Sal marched himself off to the nearest restaurant to get some food for himself.
