<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>Name: Abraham Thomas<br/>Occupation: Unemployed/Musician <br/>Time: Morning - 1st day A.E., Morning<br/>Location: Scales and Arpeggios Jazz Club, heading to Granny's Diner <br/>Tagging: Open</em><br/><br/>Orange warmth poured into a small room, that some would call it a closet, two floors and a slightly narrow notch above the completely empty and silent Scales and Arpeggios below. At the very least, this closet had a bed...and a window where Abraham Thomas had seemed to make himself at home. The narrow pane of glass high above was opened a crack, letting in a gentle breeze that brought with it a smell of someone cooking breakfast not too far off. Smelled like Granny's Diner. The food there could wake up anyone. Today was one of those days to which it wasn't needed for Abraham. He was already wide awake, moved over onto his side, in nothing but his boxer, gazing over at the spot next to him with a small smile upon his face. Last night was something else. He could still feel the buzz of the crowd the night before, the late-night encore he and his crew found themselves burning through until some time before morning was considered legal. He didn't even remember getting to bed. <br/><br/>"Hey there beautiful," said Abraham softly, his eyes gently scanning over the form next to him. There was a small ruffle of sheets before Abraham continued on. "I know, it was pretty crazy last night. But that's what the music does to the soul. It connects everyone in a beautiful way. It's how I connected to you. I saw the music in your eyes from far across the room...and I knew that I needed to know your name. Needed to hear your voice. Oh no, trust me, baby...I don't say that to all of the ladies. Your eyes were shining like...sapphires, like the Milky Way, just...beautiful..."<br/><br/>He let the last word come out like a small purr of affection, but he cleared his throat and raked and scratched at his beard; something that was looking a little rough for wear. "You are five by five, gorgeous. A knockout. And I just want to know that this won't be the only day that the music touches us in such a way. Now I know I don't live the deluxe life, and the room's...well, it's seen better days..."  He gave a small glance about the room, gazing at the wood paneling on the wall that was coming apart in certain areas, small boxes stacked up on top of each other, marked with words like, "Newspapers Clippings," "Broken Instruments," and "Christmas Lights". <br/><br/>"But I would like to believe that we could make it work. At the very least, it's peaceful..." Abraham continued on, keeping his ever-confident smile upon his face.<br/><br/>A white Turkish Angora stared unblinkingly back at the smiling Abraham, its posture almost regal and pronounced...before she started to lift up her paw and clean herself. Abraham sighed and gave a small chuckle. "Too corny, huh?" He said, moving himself backwards to lean up against the wall behind him. He brought his knees closer to his chest and sat there for a minute, while gazing back at the cat that was still, cleaning itself and throwing small glances at him.<br/><br/>"Fine, fine...you win, I'll dial it back a bit. But last night was pretty groovy, wasn't it?" <br/><br/>The white cat dropped its paw, gave another unblinking look and mewed softly towards him, leaping up into the air and perching herself on top of his knees. Abe took her down and sat her in his lap for a moment, gently stroking her behind her ears. "Guess I should start my day, huh?" He said, looking down at the now-comfortable feline who seemed to just want to lay there and absorb all of the love and attention. He glanced over at the side of his bed and saw his case for his saxophone, slightly ajar with his sax neatly placed inside of it.<br/><br/>"Alright, Duchess...gotta go make myself look good for the public..." He said, picking up the cat as he stood up and moving through the slight shuffle of small books littering the floor along with dirty clothes that he was going to have to wash, and another case perched up against the door leading outwards that Abe easily pushed to the side while letting Duchess cling onto his shoulder.<br/><br/>He opened and stepped out into a way bigger and wider open space where there was a small platform, a mic stand with no mic, a broken down couch and loveseat along with a old tube TV with a crack running diagonally along the screen. Abe gently let Duchess down and the cat ran ahead a few feet, turning its head towards him as Abe stretched out, hearing a few bones crack before he shuffled forward, heading towards a nearby staircase and descending down into a more familiar area. The stairs let out on on a second floor landing that overlooked an even bigger area where there were tables with chairs stacked on top of them, a larger stage with a blue mood light pouring dim illumination on a spot where the microphone stand was. A drum set and a piano rounded out the space and Abe swore he could still feel the vibrations coming off of them.<br/><br/>There was an impatient meow that woke him out of his still-lingering thoughts and he nodded. "I know, I know..." he said, looking around and noticing the small bar area on the same floor as him and moving over behind it to grab some cat food for the 'Royal Highness...' Once that was taken care of, he headed for the employees' only bathroom area. No real showers here...but he made due with what was at his disposal. He then grabbed a set of clothes that the owner usually left for him: a rust orange, button down short-sleeved shirt and a pair of black slacks this time around. He got dressed, grabbing a bit of cologne to rub into his wrists and stared at himself in the mirror; a slightly scruffy but grinning and excited wild man stared back at him.<br/><br/>"Looking good, Thomas...looking good," he said to his reflection.<br/><br/>"True, true..." He made his reflection respond back to him.<br/><br/>He headed out of the bathroom and saw Duchess still perched upon of the bar, feeding herself away. He gave the cat another stroke down its back. "Be good. Daddy's going to go walk the scene."<br/><br/>There was a small purr as Abe reached behind the bar again, grabbed a set of keys and pocketed them before heading down to the first floor, the Club floor and shifting through the many tables before heading to the emergency exit nearby. He used one of the keys to unlock it and not set off the alarm before he exited out of the Club, into the morning sun, and letting the door slam behind him. He checked the breast pocket of his shirt and found that there was some money left for him as well. Not much, maybe a few bucks to his name. It was good enough. Maybe he could actually grab a meal at Granny's this time.<br/><br/>He stuffed the money back into the pocket and circled around to the front of the club and strolled the sideway with a jovial strut and a small tune being hummed as he headed straight for Granny's.  </span></span>