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[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[Busking for cash on the corner]

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[thelittlestfish.livejournal.com]

[Music; the quickest way to draw this little mermaid. She can't help but sneak toward the noise.]

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[Music, the way he touches lonely souls and gives them love. The guitar case even has some money in it today. Lots of sad people out there who need attention.]

[thelittlestfish.livejournal.com]

[He should have Angela sing... though it might be cheating; in some ways, the immature version of the Siren's Song is more dangerous to free will than its full grown counterpart. One calls only for lust, and touches - hers calls out for family and love.

Yet how can she resist this music of his?]

[iwasforgiven]

[Jack stops to listen to the music and he smiles while he reaches for his wallet. He digs through it to pull out a pair of twenties.]

I think you'll need these to keep up that organic life style. And, you'll have to ask Gina and Ianto for a job once they open that cafe of theirs.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[It's good music that reaches down and soothes the little heart aches. Feel good music as they say in the South, and Ghost gives him a smile]

Singing in the cafe? That'd be neat.

[Because good god, this boy has never worked a day in his life.]

[iwasforgiven]

[Jack loves music and while his pop culture knowledge stopped in the 50's it still doesn't matter. He puts the cash in Ghost's hand.]

I can talk to Gina about this. I don't think she would object to you singing there.

[Here's another man who doesn't know a thing about a regular job.]

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[Ghost happily tucks the money into his pocket]

Sure. Thanks. If it doesn't work out, I sing at some clubs around town, so I've got a fall back.

[At least he...sorta dresses better than Ghost?]

[iwasforgiven]

There we go at least its not one of those other types of jobs. [Jack squints as he looks over his shoulder at the other people who walked by.] I don't think I've ever had one of those. I don't think I want one either.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

Other type jobs? [pft. Working. He knows NOTHING.] Yeah.. I don't really want one either...

[Hence the being a Lazy Bum.]

[iwasforgiven]

Sitting in an office pushing buttons. Okay, I've got the office part but normally people's lives are at risk.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

Not sure I'd want to worry about people's lives for a job... that's hard enough when it just comes up.

[iwasforgiven]

I tried to let others handle it. I'm sure someone like Superman would feel the same way. He would lose his sense of purpose if he decided to retire. I still won't turn down those quiet days or nights.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

No. None of us do. But none of us are superman, either. [He's a 19 year old kid, he's seen too much.]

[thelittlestfish.livejournal.com]

[Music; the quickest way to draw this little mermaid. She can't help but sneak toward the noise.]

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[Music, the way he touches lonely souls and gives them love. The guitar case even has some money in it today. Lots of sad people out there who need attention.]

[thelittlestfish.livejournal.com]

[He should have Angela sing... though it might be cheating; in some ways, the immature version of the Siren's Song is more dangerous to free will than its full grown counterpart. One calls only for lust, and touches - hers calls out for family and love.

Yet how can she resist this music of his?]

[iwasforgiven]

[Jack stops to listen to the music and he smiles while he reaches for his wallet. He digs through it to pull out a pair of twenties.]

I think you'll need these to keep up that organic life style. And, you'll have to ask Gina and Ianto for a job once they open that cafe of theirs.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[It's good music that reaches down and soothes the little heart aches. Feel good music as they say in the South, and Ghost gives him a smile]

Singing in the cafe? That'd be neat.

[Because good god, this boy has never worked a day in his life.]

[iwasforgiven]

[Jack loves music and while his pop culture knowledge stopped in the 50's it still doesn't matter. He puts the cash in Ghost's hand.]

I can talk to Gina about this. I don't think she would object to you singing there.

[Here's another man who doesn't know a thing about a regular job.]

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

[Ghost happily tucks the money into his pocket]

Sure. Thanks. If it doesn't work out, I sing at some clubs around town, so I've got a fall back.

[At least he...sorta dresses better than Ghost?]

[iwasforgiven]

There we go at least its not one of those other types of jobs. [Jack squints as he looks over his shoulder at the other people who walked by.] I don't think I've ever had one of those. I don't think I want one either.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

Other type jobs? [pft. Working. He knows NOTHING.] Yeah.. I don't really want one either...

[Hence the being a Lazy Bum.]

[iwasforgiven]

Sitting in an office pushing buttons. Okay, I've got the office part but normally people's lives are at risk.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

Not sure I'd want to worry about people's lives for a job... that's hard enough when it just comes up.

[iwasforgiven]

I tried to let others handle it. I'm sure someone like Superman would feel the same way. He would lose his sense of purpose if he decided to retire. I still won't turn down those quiet days or nights.