Music's throne.

[sai]

Sai stuffed his hands into his pockets, kicking a can along as he did so. He was fed, the show had gone well, and he had the rest of the night off. So, why so down? He was bored. Really bored. He had done nothing after the show for ages, and right now instead of flaunting his assets or shoving fangirls out of his way, he had slipped out of the greenroom and headed to the park. Seemed silly, really, now that he thought about it. But at the time it seemed like a good idea. He was old fashioned, he liked walking in the park. Cars didn't interest him. Well, not really.

Stepping off the path he crossed the grass, sitting under the tree. Stroking his fangs he considered his options. He could eat a little more, and not need to feed for a while… or he could just sit here and wait until it was time to turn back to the dressing room. He tended to sleep on the couch, door locked. No windows behind stage. He was safe from the sun. But it wasn’t that fun. There was nothing there.

[Vincent]

Vincent yawns as he ambles down the street, his tight leather making not a noise. The shows were finished for the night, and instead of partying like he was prone to doing, he felt like walking alone for awhile. He had no fear of what the night held, for he was a creature of that very darkness. A vampire of no small power or age, there wasn't anything he'd ever encountered that had offered him much of a threat. He had his guitar slung over one shoulder, hidden away in it's case, and his two customary weapons hidden on his person as well. They looked merely like the swallow tail cut jackets of medieval finery, but in actuality were the blades of his weapons.

He slowly ambles his way into the park, stopping briefly to adjust his leather clothes/ armour. He wore a leather chest piece that covered the upper part of his ches,t leaving his well muscled stomach and shoudlers bare, leather vambraces covered from his palms to elbows, and he wore leather pants to finish it off. His kneed high leather boots thudded along dully as he moved, the entire ensemble flashing crimson and black, the majority black and the lining crimson of course. His eyes were of a brilliant crimson, covered by a shock of raven black hair that swayed easily in the breeze. He wandered aimlessly though the park, not paying much attention to where he was going, barely noting the figure located at the tree he usually sat under.