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[JERSEYBOY]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 7pt; word-spacing: 2px; line-height: 1.5;"]It was no secret that Jerseyboy was quite the musician ( at least to anyone who knew him well enough ). The members of Sunhaven really had yet to learn about his musical abilities, though Jersey didn't intend on keeping it a secret. He quite liked showing off his skills. So, he had managed to acquire his go-to instrument here in Sunhaven- a red Fender Stratocaster. It wasn't his usual black-colored one, though that one was still with Jacob. He had also managed to get his paws on a mini battery-powered amplifier, and he honestly couldn't be more than excited. Jersey hadn't played in what felt like m o n t h s . He was definitely going to feel more at home this way.

The tuxedo tom settled down onto his front porch, his back against the wall as he used his arms and body to support the guitar. Jerseyboy had plugged in his guitar to the battery-powered amp and played with the knobs, making sure that the tone was right. He leaned back, lining his paw toes up with the frets and strumming the chords to a song. It was "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd; an excellent song to cover on guitar in his opinion. The male wasn't afraid to sing, either. How could he not do so to this tune?

"So, so you think you can tell, Heaven from Hell? Blue skies from pain?" Hearing Jersey's voice wasn't half bad, either ( you know, when he wasn't mouthing off at someone like usual ). "Can you tell a green field from a cold, steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell," His visionaries were glued to the frets, as he was clearly pouring all of his focus into this task.

[toboggan]

In these lands as foreign as Mars, a strong bias towards features that originated in his homeland was a uniform he bore proudly. Every now and then, Wendell could possibly come off as gobby, and perhaps somewhat of a todger for holding a pre-existing preference, though you couldn’t help the wolverine for being loyalist to Blighty’s pageantry.  potent aura of “British groove” applied to such articles as written scripts, media - and, in this situation, music.

How in Pete’s name a ”lowly mammal” had garnered enough fortitude so that he may master the orchestral arts and perform melodious tunes on an instrument, Wendell hadn’t the slightest clue. It made sense when a human took up the task, what with those sausage appendages on their hands, though for any other species to do so? To him, it sounded like a fresh load of tosh. However, to the wolverine’s delightful surprise, this guy possessed the know-how; until now. it had been a dull era of eternal hush when it came to song and melody. Hence, percieving those strums of string was immensely pleasant to his mentality. Not only that, but the choice of artist was bang-up, for Pink Floyd was one of the Commonwealth’s, if not the world’s, finest. Obviously, the tomcat here was a personage of taste, as he was himself. A shared interest is always a swell thing to bond over, and goodness knew he needed a connection in Sunhaven to maintain his marbles. The ditty breeding a grin in the apexes of his maw, Wendell discreetly drew near to the relatively unknown feline. His name must’ve been tossed around here and there, yet Wendell paid nay attention.

Placing himself a respectable distance forth from the vocalizing tuxedo, an onyx black snout pointed expectantly in the entertainer’s region, conversation starters brewing about in his brain which could be used once the golden oldie’s route was run; though he knew from experience that it was only but commencing.

[rhosmari]

The hell beast was the most unmusical creature that could exist. She knew nothing about music and teaching her was like teaching a dead log. It was just that bad and she was no where near inclined to be able to do the stuff. But listening to music, listening to the stuff was like a gold mine. It was something she could do all day and hearing the musical notes as they began to float up into the air caused the female to pause in her steps. At first she was confused because they hadn't had music here in a while. Ears pulled forward, shifting back and forth for a moment as she tired to locate it and slowly she turned her head to the side, looking over her shoulder and where she had come from. The song lifted up into the air attractive in tone and melody and she turned to make her way in that direction. Softly she walked, tails swaying from side to side as she allowed herself a brief moment to just indulge in the vocalizations before she came to the home that it had gotten from. Sure, she had seen Wendell from not too far away but she was never one for personal space. Nope the leader would get onto the poor with her large frame and lay down, staring straight at Jerseyboy with a goofy ass grin on her muzzle. It was positively divine. Or perhaps she was just so inexperienced that anything sounded good the hellhound but she really thought he sounded suave. Was that what it was called? Regardless she laid her head down on her paws and just continued to watch him and he way that he played his guitar, ears pulled forward.

"SPEECH"

♡marina monroe - helion - sunhaven♡