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AN: So, I was watching Jupiter Jazz for probably the 100th time, and wondered about Julia and Gren. So I decided to elaborate.
Once More With Feeling
It was snowing again. Gren noticed that on his way to the Blue Crow. It was sometimes depressing. He had always thought snow was beautiful. So clean and peaceful. It was like the world was covered in a white blanket. He had never really gotten used to having snow almost everyday. But it wasn't like he could move to a warmer destination. He was a fugitive. Running from the law. What a better place to hide out then Callisto? But he wasn't the only fugitive there. Many of the men on Callisto were wanted by police for one reason or another. Some had trivial crimes, while others were more serious.
Gren walked silently to the Blue Crow. Everything had started three months ago, when his comrade had turned him in. Gren smiled bitterly at the word 'comrade.' Comrade wasn't what he would call Vicious. When he thought back, 'vicious' was definitely the word he would use to describe the man he met on Titan.
Gren pushed open the doors and the friendly smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol greeted him like an old friend. "Hey there Gren," the bartender smiled and Gren smiled back. "You're early today."
Gren shrugged, then set his saxophone case down. "I've got nothin else to do."
The bartender smiled and poured a drink in a shot glass and gave it to Gren. "You look like hell. Have a drink."
Gren took the glass and quickly drank it. Suddenly like a wave, the alcohol washed over him and temporally erased every bad feeling.
As good as it felt, Gren knew the feeling wouldn't last forever, and then those images of war and Titan would once again plague his thoughts. But until then, he would enjoy every moment of this bliss.
Gren took out his saxophone and sat on the stool on the mini stage. The regulars at the bar were used to hearing him play every night at seven o'clock. Some people that were new to the bar looked up from their drinks and watched Gren as he started to play his saxophone. The piano next to Gren was vacant.
When he played his saxophone, everything else melted away. All he knew was the beautiful melody of the notes.
Once he stopped playing, he looked around the bar. It was a regular bar. Just one exception. No women. But that wasn't odd. There were no women anywhere on Callisto. Unless you counted the men that try to be women.
Suddenly a cold blast of air hit him, and Gren realized that the door to the bar had opened. In walked a woman. She was beautiful. Flowing blond hair, blue eyes, a slim body. She was everything a man could ask for. Which was why most men in the bar began to stare. Gren silently watched the woman sit on the corner barstool and brush off the snow that was remaining on her hair.
She smiled at the bartender.
"Um, you want somethin to drink?" the bartender said nervously. It was seemed he had forgotten how to talk to a woman.
"Yes, I'll have a shot of whiskey."
"Straight up?"
"Yes, please."
The woman turned to face Gren. Gren smiled and started to play his saxophone again.
The woman seemed to be watching him, and not paying any attention to the looks she was getting. He saw her smile for a moment before a look of sadness came over her face. She drank her shot of whiskey and looked into the bottom of the glass. Once Gren finished, she looked at him, the sadness still etched her features. She smiled softly. "That's a beautiful song,"
Gren smiled at her. "Yeah. The tune was given to me by-" Gren stopped suddenly. Was 'friend' an accurate word to call Vicious? No, of course not. "A comrade."
The woman nodded. "I used to love that song." Gren sensed the woman was about to cry. She stared at her empty shot glass. She instantly fought back her tears. She had gotten used to doing that. She'd been wanting to cry ever since she fled Mars. She looked up at gren and saw him grab his coat. He wrapped it around her shoulders. She gave a him a look of thanks. She spent a moment sitting there, her eyes closed as she hugged the coat around her. She then looked and Gren and smiled.
Gren smiled and brushed some of his black hair off his shoulder.
The woman smiled and took off the coat and gave it back to Gren. "How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"I hardly know you," The woman smiled and shook her head. "and yet, you make me feel so at ease. So peaceful. I feel like I've known you forever." She smiled sadly.
Gren smiled softly, and took the coat the woman had handed him. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Julia."
Gren nodded. "That's a beautiful name." He lit up a cigarette. "That would explain why you loved that song so much."
Julia nodded. The two were silent for a moment. Julia looked up at Gren. "Can I ask you a stupid question?"
Gren laughed softly and nodded. "Sure."
"How did you learn that tune?"
"Oh, a friend gave me the tune. I thought it was so beautiful, I wanted to play it on my sax." Gren looked at his saxophone.
Julia nodded. She looked at Gren. "I've told you my name. So what's yours?"
"Gren."
"Well, Gren," Julia smiled. "I guess I'll see you around." And with that she smiled and left.
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Wow...that sucked. Anyways, stick around, maybe it'll get better.
S.T.A.R.S Chick
AN: So, I was watching Jupiter Jazz for probably the 100th time, and wondered about Julia and Gren. So I decided to elaborate.
Once More With Feeling
It was snowing again. Gren noticed that on his way to the Blue Crow. It was sometimes depressing. He had always thought snow was beautiful. So clean and peaceful. It was like the world was covered in a white blanket. He had never really gotten used to having snow almost everyday. But it wasn't like he could move to a warmer destination. He was a fugitive. Running from the law. What a better place to hide out then Callisto? But he wasn't the only fugitive there. Many of the men on Callisto were wanted by police for one reason or another. Some had trivial crimes, while others were more serious.
Gren walked silently to the Blue Crow. Everything had started three months ago, when his comrade had turned him in. Gren smiled bitterly at the word 'comrade.' Comrade wasn't what he would call Vicious. When he thought back, 'vicious' was definitely the word he would use to describe the man he met on Titan.
Gren pushed open the doors and the friendly smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol greeted him like an old friend. "Hey there Gren," the bartender smiled and Gren smiled back. "You're early today."
Gren shrugged, then set his saxophone case down. "I've got nothin else to do."
The bartender smiled and poured a drink in a shot glass and gave it to Gren. "You look like hell. Have a drink."
Gren took the glass and quickly drank it. Suddenly like a wave, the alcohol washed over him and temporally erased every bad feeling.
As good as it felt, Gren knew the feeling wouldn't last forever, and then those images of war and Titan would once again plague his thoughts. But until then, he would enjoy every moment of this bliss.
Gren took out his saxophone and sat on the stool on the mini stage. The regulars at the bar were used to hearing him play every night at seven o'clock. Some people that were new to the bar looked up from their drinks and watched Gren as he started to play his saxophone. The piano next to Gren was vacant.
When he played his saxophone, everything else melted away. All he knew was the beautiful melody of the notes.
Once he stopped playing, he looked around the bar. It was a regular bar. Just one exception. No women. But that wasn't odd. There were no women anywhere on Callisto. Unless you counted the men that try to be women.
Suddenly a cold blast of air hit him, and Gren realized that the door to the bar had opened. In walked a woman. She was beautiful. Flowing blond hair, blue eyes, a slim body. She was everything a man could ask for. Which was why most men in the bar began to stare. Gren silently watched the woman sit on the corner barstool and brush off the snow that was remaining on her hair.
She smiled at the bartender.
"Um, you want somethin to drink?" the bartender said nervously. It was seemed he had forgotten how to talk to a woman.
"Yes, I'll have a shot of whiskey."
"Straight up?"
"Yes, please."
The woman turned to face Gren. Gren smiled and started to play his saxophone again.
The woman seemed to be watching him, and not paying any attention to the looks she was getting. He saw her smile for a moment before a look of sadness came over her face. She drank her shot of whiskey and looked into the bottom of the glass. Once Gren finished, she looked at him, the sadness still etched her features. She smiled softly. "That's a beautiful song,"
Gren smiled at her. "Yeah. The tune was given to me by-" Gren stopped suddenly. Was 'friend' an accurate word to call Vicious? No, of course not. "A comrade."
The woman nodded. "I used to love that song." Gren sensed the woman was about to cry. She stared at her empty shot glass. She instantly fought back her tears. She had gotten used to doing that. She'd been wanting to cry ever since she fled Mars. She looked up at gren and saw him grab his coat. He wrapped it around her shoulders. She gave a him a look of thanks. She spent a moment sitting there, her eyes closed as she hugged the coat around her. She then looked and Gren and smiled.
Gren smiled and brushed some of his black hair off his shoulder.
The woman smiled and took off the coat and gave it back to Gren. "How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"I hardly know you," The woman smiled and shook her head. "and yet, you make me feel so at ease. So peaceful. I feel like I've known you forever." She smiled sadly.
Gren smiled softly, and took the coat the woman had handed him. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Julia."
Gren nodded. "That's a beautiful name." He lit up a cigarette. "That would explain why you loved that song so much."
Julia nodded. The two were silent for a moment. Julia looked up at Gren. "Can I ask you a stupid question?"
Gren laughed softly and nodded. "Sure."
"How did you learn that tune?"
"Oh, a friend gave me the tune. I thought it was so beautiful, I wanted to play it on my sax." Gren looked at his saxophone.
Julia nodded. She looked at Gren. "I've told you my name. So what's yours?"
"Gren."
"Well, Gren," Julia smiled. "I guess I'll see you around." And with that she smiled and left.
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Wow...that sucked. Anyways, stick around, maybe it'll get better.
S.T.A.R.S Chick