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This story is a Loki x OC romance, which is rated M for any violence, language, or future romantic scenes. (No full on lemons here folks. But expect some mature content... eue fuhfuhfuh...)
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Chapter 1: Alarm Clocks
The car door shut unusually loud today, followed by an alarmingly loud screech. Finn winced and glared at the old Honda, particularly at the newly chipped paint on the front of the hood. She grimaced as she turned away and stomped up the steps to the apartment building.
"I'll never have enough money to buy a decent car at this rate…" Finn muttered to herself as she continued to climb up the old stairs, inhaling the musky scent of the ancient building.
When she finally made it up to the 6th floor, Finn stopped to dig through her purse, until she finally found her key. After struggling with her key and flipping it around until it finally found purchase, she used her shoulder to shove the old door open.
Finn lived with her roommate Serena, who was more like a sister to her than anything. They lived together in the lonely and bustling city of New York, which was even lonelier with Serena gone on a vacation to Japan. Finn desperately wished she could have gone with her, envying her with jealousy only true friends understood.
Finn let out a sigh and closed the door behind her, locking all 7 of the locks on the door. Serena always mocked Finn about being so paranoid, but they both knew deep down, 7 locks was simply not enough for them.
Letting herself grin, she turned away from the locks and crossed over to the window. She opened the curtains to let natural light into the room, and double checking the locks on the windows while she was at it. Throwing her purse onto the couch she sauntered over to the small kitchen and yanked the fridge open and staring blankly at the depleted stock of food. She let out a frustrated groan, wishing Serena was here to help her go grocery shopping. She hated doing it alone, and having to make the long trek home and unloading the car after dark. Finn pulled her phone out from her back pocket, confirming the depleting daylight from the window that it was 6 o'clock. Shopping would have to wait.
Finn jumped onto the couch and flicked on the TV, unlocking her phone's screen and checking her inbox. Sure enough she received a text from Serena.
OMFG. There's so much anime and manga stuff! EEK. AND THE BOYS! (;u;) I MISS YOU.
Finn grinned and laughed as she read the text, quickly replying with deft fingers.
You better buy me a bunch of stuff woman! And, SEND PICTURES! MISS YOU TOO!
Finn hit send and locked her phone, lounging back into the soft couch. Work today at the music shop had been a killer. Right after her shift Finn had to run all over the city, attempting to get herself more music gigs. As she thought about her day, Finn muted the TV and launched herself off the couch and picking up her beautiful violin that sat peacefully on its stand next to the TV.
With an enthusiastic wiggle, Finn started to whittle away, producing an enchanting and memorizing melody she had been working on.
It was Finn's dream to become a famous musician, mainly with her vocal cords and her beloved violin. Serena always fanned over her music, and was very helpful whenever she wrote a new song. Finn's peppy tune grew dreary as she thought of her friend, who had been gone only but a few days, but Finn missed her dearly already.
Finn closed her eyes and moved fluidly as she played. Despite her desperate want for people to fall in love with her music, sadly, many times it was not of their own free will.
After many unusual experiences, Finn noticed that after she played any kind of music, the people listening tended to act... Odd. The way they acted corresponded to exactly what she was thinking as she played. Finn could literally force her will on others, influence their thoughts, actions, emotions, and feelings. Finn discovered this at a very young age, and often used it to her advantage, knowing anyone she used it on wouldn't even realize what was happening to them. Problem was it wasn't exactly easy to contain sometimes.
In the most bizarre incident at a coffee shop, the smell of donuts had wafted over her, and made her mouth water, making her extremely hungry. After she had finished her song, in unison the whole café stood up and all rushed over to the counter seeking donuts.
Add her inhuman speed and you could say she definitely was not exactly normal. That's why she and Serena got along so well. She wasn't exactly normal either, considering she could heal any wound and invade every nook and cranny of your brain. But hey, who doesn't have a roommate like that?
After what seemed like days, Finn put down her violin gingerly, and looked to the analog clock on top of the TV. It was already almost 10 PM.
Time always flew when Finn held that violin, and when she was alone in the apartment, she relished in it. Flicking off the TV Finn made her rounds, checking the locks on all the windows and doors like usual before heading to her room.
Despite her abnormal speed and her newly learned martial art skills, Finn really hoped she wouldn't have to use those techniques. She'd forget the things she learned in the 4 week class in a few days anyway.
She flipped the light on in her room, only to reveal the disheveled mess. Clothes were flung everywhere and collected in heaps. For some reason she couldn't keep her room clean, even though she hated it when it wasn't. Her room was rather small, like most apartments, but then again the two girls were lucky to be able to afford a 2 bedroom and 2 bath apartment. Finn's singing and Serena's invading mind powers also help them negotiate a big more manageable rent each month.
Kicking stray bras and shirts aside, Finn entered the bathroom to get ready for bed. After her face was free of make-up and teeth feeling icy from the mint toothpaste, Finn yanked off her pants and jean leggings for an oversized shirt and shorts, and flicked the lights off. With a sigh Finn attempted to fall asleep. Her mind buzzed with thoughts of her plans for the next day, along with what Serena was up to, and the usually thought of a serial killer climbing through her window. With those pleasing thoughts, Finn eventually drifted off to sleep.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BE-
Finn slammed her hand down on the alarm next on her nightstand, interrupting the horrible beeping sound. Groaning she turned over, only to be interrupted what seemed like a moment later by the 5 minute snooze alarm. With her wicked speed she smacked the clock, accidentally sending the clock flying across the room. Finn stared at the broken clock on the floor, and produced an even louder groan.
"Not AGAIN." She growled, throwing the sheets off violently and stalking over to inspect the damaged clock. That had been the 4th clock this month. This was starting to become a very annoying and expensive habit. She could see why Serena would hide her adorable and beloved chibi themed clocks she bought at anime conventions.
Deciding to leave the clock for another day, she dropped it back onto the floor, jumping into the shower to prepare for another day of looking for gigs.
As Finn put the final touches to her make-up, her phone buzzed on the table. Abandoning the mascara she picked up her phone, flicking the screen on. There were two messages, one from Serena and another from an unknown number. Choosing her friend's first, she laughed as she received silly picture taken in a store in Tokyo, again, wishing she could be there with her. Before she sent a reply Finn flicked to the unknown number, scanning its content.
Finn, we heard your music on your website and live in person. We adore your music and would like to hear you perform at our club tonight. Please call us at this number to confirm if you can make it. We hope to hear from you. –Club Psychotic Maniacs
Finn squealed as she read the text, jumping up and down, and quickly sending an excited text to Serena. Psychotic Maniacs was a new up and coming club, with fast and futuristic music, and the most amazing atmosphere Finn had ever experienced. She had been there once before with Serena before it started to get popular. Even though they both hated clubs, they both had agreed it was somewhere they would go if they wanted to dance their hearts out.
But, they also agreed they'd rather do that at home where no one could actually see them.
Finn quickly called the club back, confirming she would be performing a few songs at 10:00pm. Finn nearly jumped out of her skin, this could be the gig that could make her somebody.
Looking at the clock, Finn yelped looking at the time, it was 20 minutes before her 11:00 am shift at the music store. Rushing out of her room she grabbed her purse, keys, and flew out of the apartment, only stopping to make sure it was locked properly.
After Finn clocked out, she jumped in her car and rushed home. It was only 6 o'clock, but Finn needed plenty of time to get ready for her big gig.
Entering her apartment she flicked her phone screen on, checking to see if Serena had texted her back. Opening the conversation thread she smiled as she read her friend's message.
Finny! There's so much cute stuff I think I'm going to explode! EEK! I CANT TAKE IT. Lol! xD
Finn felt a twang of loneliness as she sent another text off, cursing the weird time differences. Not to mention her lack of a phone plan that included long distance phone calls.
Finn always hated to be alone, considering most of her life she had felt alone growing up in a dysfunctional adoptive family. There, she was seen as an unwelcomed guest by the whole family except her adoptive mother. She cared for the woman, but sensed she knew Finn was…different. That difference made her an alien to the family, and only kept in contact with her adoptive mother every month or so.
Maybe that was why her birth family abandoned her on the streets, with nothing but a blanket and a bracelet with her name on it.
Shaking her head Finn threw her phone down onto her bed as she entered, flicking the light on beforehand. Crossing over to the closet she stared down into the plethora of clothes, not sure what to wear.
After an hour of complete and utter indecisiveness, Finn went with one of her favorite outfits:
A brown leather jacket with fur lining the back collar, over an over sized and draped white blouse, along with dark wash jeggings and her favorite light brown high heel army boots. She then dumped all her contents from her black purse into a brown over the shoulder messenger bag, and threw on some gold vintage jewelry. Touching up her make-up and tousling her green highlighted dark brown hair, Finn was finally satisfied with her look.
It was nearly 9 pm as when Finn was finished packing her beloved instrument, along with any other music sheets or CD's she would need for the night. Double checking her list of things to grab so she wouldn't forget, (which she had written up at work.) Finn grabbed all of her things, and made her way to the club, slamming her car door with an excited squeak.
Cursing, Finn made another loop around the block, there was absolutely no parking anywhere near the club. After 10 minutes of searching, Finn started to panic. Passing a private driveway behind the club a few times, Finn decided to see if she could get in. Pulling up to the booth Finn roller her window down, poking her head out of the car to look at the man.
"Uhm, excuse me!" Finn called out wearily
The burly man in the booth looked at Finn with uninterested eyes. "This is a private parking lot lady. Can't park here." With a huff he continued to smoke his cigarette.
"B-but, I'm here for the 10 o'clock act! I'm Finn Fa-" she was cut off by the large man who stared down at his clipboard.
"Alright, alright. I see your name. Go on it."
With a loud click he raised the gate, and Finn could have sworn he rolled his eyes at his last statement. Finn pursed her lips together as she pulled in, parked, and headed for the back door.
As the guard at the back door held the door open for her, Finn could feel the pulse of muted music thrum like a heartbeat all around her. Chills ran up her arm, partly from the excitement and the other from sheer terror. She always got nervous at gigs, but this one could make her known. Finn would have to be extra careful not to inflict her overwhelming prayer that they would love it.
A red headed woman looked at Finn as she walked in and rushed over to her.
"You must be Finn, right?" She asked eagerly.
Finn smiled sweetly, "Yup, that's me."
"Wonderful! You'll be on in 10 minutes now," she said as she glanced down at her wrist watch. "So if you need any background music done, give whatever you have to that guy over there, Jim." The woman turned her body and pointed to a man at the far end of the small backroom, who in turned waved.
"He'll explain anything you need! Oh, and my name is Sarah by the way. Break a leg out there kid! And one more thing, there may be some big names out there tonight, but don't let that get to you. Just play your heart out!"
Before Finn had a chance to even respond the red headed woman was already walking past her, chatting away at her headset. Puffing her chest up Finn stalked over to Jim, preparing herself mentally for her upcoming performance, and wondering what 'big names' would be here tonight.