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located in New York, a part of Their Lives As One, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Benjamin L. Character Portrait: Benji Pennington
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So he was a frenchman. After the boy named Benjamin apologized for her loss, the whole room grew mysteriously quiet. Confused, she turned in the opposite direction. It was then that Sammie's talents shined through her performance on the karaoke machine towards the front of the room. She had a couple of friends sing backup beside her throughout the emotional ballad, but the real icing on the cake came from the unknown man who decided to chip in and belt along with the girl. Their miniature concert was something raw and impassionate, and by the end of the duet, the whole apartment was buzzing with the sound of applause. There was a proud smirk on Ellie's face as she gave her roomate an approving nod.

"She's good.. your roommate." said her new acquaintance just before the girl could finish clapping. "If I didn't know any better.." he started rather casually, "that man looks as if.. he's protective of her." Ellie eyed the fedora-clad man who had just showcased his voice to the audience. His jet-black hair was both alluring and mysterious. "He's been really.. physically close all night." Ben added.

She scoffed. "Well, that's Sammie for you," Ellie chuckled mirthlessly, still turned to face her roomate. "She's always attracting members of the opposite sex. It's like she's a siren. I bet men would die at her feet if she let them. The problem is that she doesn't see the effects she has on people. I guess she's oblivious, in a sense. 'Totally clueless', as Alicia Silverstone would say."

She then pivoted back to Ben, shaking her head and training her eyes down at the floor again. She continued to smile and chortle in utter irony. "While she's always got guys chasing her around like dogs on a leash, I'd be lucky just to have a guy ask me out!"




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Pulling out his slick black iphone from his jean pocket, Benji copied down Sammie's number, repling with smirk slyer than the one she had given him just moments ago.

"I'll be keeping in touch," he crowed, speaking out of the corner of his mouth. "If you're free tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I suppose we could meet up and start working right away. Maybe a jam session in Central Park, if you're feeling adventurous."

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and stared wistfully into space, his eyes shining. "People perform out on the streets with taxis and noisy pedestrians. However, the wise know to play amdist the greenery of Central Park. Do y'know why?" he asked. "It's because street performers will play in places where there's a lot of people so that they can earn tons of spare change. True musicians, however, will perform in places of peace and serenity so that those who are willing to find it themselves will discover it through the melodies they play and the craft they put out in the open."

He wanted to take out a cigarette and a lighter right there, but he didn't know whether or not the girl in front of him would mind it. "Now that you know you've got the goods, Sammie Tyrant, I guess it's time for you to figure out what kind of artist you want to be."

He gave her another smirk, this time turning around and heading in the direction of the alcoholic beverages. However, as he did this, he continued to gaze at her. His visage and posture was undoubtedly enticing; it was as though he was inviting her to follow him. If his hopes were favorable, she would.