OPEN - Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind.

[too_honest]

Who: Tyrone (Ty) Johnson & OTA
Where: City Groove Music Store and the Metroplex
When: Current
What: Catch all
Warnings: Nothing to start but will update.


City Groove Music Store

“Welcome to City Groove Music Store,” he’d greet every customer at the sound of the front door opening. As the cashier, Ty is usually found with headphones hanging around his neck while in the store. He doesn’t always stand behind the register but also in the aisles straightening merchandise or finding something to play next. His knowledge of music isn’t tremendously extensive but he would still be happy to help anyone that needed it.


The Metroplex

He might be hard to recognize without his hoodie on but it would be hanging up somewhere nearby as he practiced shooting hoops or tried to get in on a pickup game (basketball). Ty would likely be in a tshirt with the sleeves cut off and basketball shorts, wearing a pair of basketball sneakers.

It’s rare to find him without Tandy but after so much together during the glitching, it seemed only right to give her some space.

Tyrone is somewhat shy, opting to return conversation than initiate it. However, he isn’t so shy that he wouldn’t come to the aid of anyone who might need it. …That includes a wayward basketball given the difference in gravity. He doesn’t actually need his hoodie to teleport and will do so to stop a ball from hurting someone.

He’d be in t-shirt, jeans and a more bootlike shoe with his hoodie when playing at the arcade. Ty isn’t big into shooter games but would try his hand at some of the classics like Centipede if around or the fighting games like Tekken or Street Fighter.


Between the above locations and home

Usually Tyrone would teleport where he wants to go but if he’s used his power too much, he’d give it a break and walk. Find him on the way home or between any of the above locations.

Comments

Metroplex

[grimmfaced]

Nick couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much time on his hands and it was certainly taking some adjusting to. If anything, it was work to find something to occupy himself with which was why he was at the Metroplex, hanging out and playing some basketball. It wasn't a serious thing for him as he hadn't played on a team since high school but it was easy fun.

It was also a good way to notice other people and to talk to them like he did with the kid who was hanging around, possibly looking for someone to play with. At least, Nick was taking it that way.

"Hey, want to play a bit?" He asked as he drew closer, holding a basketball.

[too_honest]

He'd been dribbling and randomly shooting when someone approached. The guy was older but he seemed friendly enough. Ty stood with the basketball perched on the outside of his hip, arm draped over it to hold it against him.

"Sure! One on one or Horse?" he replied to the man with a friendly grin.

[grimmfaced]

"Why don't we try some Horse to start off with? To warm up?" Nick decided with a small grin of his own, moving to put his ball down on the side before making his way back to where the kid was.

"How do we decide who shoots first?"

[too_honest]

"You can. I've already warmed up," he said while walking to leave his basketball by his hoodie. "I'm Tyrone." Ty set his ball down and moved back to join the seemingly friendly stranger.

City Groove

[thatmurdockboy]

Wandering aisles is always a bit tricky. There's the width of the aisle to think about, but also who might be in front of or behind him. So when he goes to see if he can at least start replenishing his music collection, he's very careful as he moves around the store, sweeping his cane in front of him.

Until he hits an ankle, and he winces, embarrassed. "Apologies. Ah, could you tell me what section of the store I'm in? I was looking for some jazz, maybe."

[too_honest]

It was a relatively slow day for the store, less than a customer an hour. Ty had kept himself busy with stocking as much as he could but spent the last however long perched behind the register with a book in hand until the door opened.

He gave the man his usual greeting without realizing who he was. Not that Ty immediately recognized him from his home world but he should have from the recent network post.

The register counter blocked his view of the cane being used by the man or he might've asked if he needed assistance before being asked.

"You're in the instrumental section," Tyrone answered and walked up after quickly closing the book he'd been reading. "Orchestra's the next section then big band then jazz."

He frowned, realizing he should've taken a closer look as to why the man wore sunglasses inside the store. "I'm Tyrone."

[grimmfaced]

"I'm Nick," Was his response combined with an easy grin. "Nick Burkhardt."

"If I remember correctly, I shoot from here, right?" He moved to the free-throw line, glancing to Ty for confirmation before bouncing the ball once or twice just to get the feel for it. Then he did a little jump as he took his shot, looking relieved when it went in.

[too_honest]

"It's nice meeting you Mr Burkhardt." Tyrone matched the easy smile then gave Nick a nod to answer his question.

Really, he could've started from any point but seemed comfortable at the free throw line so Ty went with it. He quickly went to retrieve the ball, having to adjust with the difference in gravity.

"Good shot," he encouraged his opponent then took his place at the free-throw line. Ty also made the shot and held a wide smile when he did.

[grimmfaced]

"Please, just call me Nick," He chuckled with a little shake of his head, having no desire to be so formal. That and it would make him feel kind of old if there was a kid running around calling him by Mister.

Moving to the side, he watched as Ty took his spot and made the shot. "Nice one."

Jogging after the ball, he scooped it up and made his way back to where he had been standing before though he went a foot or so to the left. He was pleased when he made the shot again though it looked like it could have easily bounced out when it hit the rim.

[too_honest]

Ty held a lightly crooked smile in apology but that would be the extent, having been taught to respect his elders even if Nick wasn't much older than Billy would be if he were still alive. Yet he couldn't deny that it'd be a little weird saying he'd been playing ball with a Mr Burkhardt.

"I might not be tall but I've been a shooting guard for almost four years with my school," he confessed after the compliment from Nick on his shot.

However, it seemed Nick could hold his own, sinking in another shot. "Looks like you've played too." Ty grinned and gathered the ball then dribbled over to where Nick had stood for his shot.

[grimmfaced]

"So, basically, you're going to kick my butt," Nick decided out loud, not at all bothered but looking a bit impressed when Ty revealed that he was the shooting guard at his school. Or at least he had been.

"A little," He admitted once he had taken his shot, pleased that he was holding on this long. "I was on the team back in high school and I played sometimes for fun with some of the guys I've worked with but it's been a while."

It was kind of nice to get back to it though.

"Where are you from? If you don't mind me asking."

[thatmurdockboy]

"Tyrone, it's nice to meet you. I'm Matthew." He brings his cane in closer to himself, so as not to whack Tyrone in the legs on accident. "So I almost made it, I'm only two aisles away. Do you listen to jazz at all?"

[too_honest]

"Nice meeting you, Matthew." Tyrone held a soft smile that seeped into his tone. He walked up and waited close by. "I can take you to it."

The offer was genuine and no different in cadence as his response to meeting Matthew. Yet the question about jazz music received a hesitant answer. Ty would never think of jazz the same after dealing with Andre Deschaine, who played the style of music only to use the despair of others to feed off.

"Not a fan, sorry. I'm familiar with a few musicians though."

[too_honest]

"No!" Tyrone laughed when Nick said he'd kick his butt at basketball. "It was just high school ball and I haven't really played in a year." But he did practice all the time.

Apparently Nick hadn't played in a while either but looked good on the floor, even with the difference in gravity. Or maybe it was that difference that helped? Ty wasn't sure. It was just nice to have someone who wanted to play.

"I'm from New Orleans. My girl and I were actually leaving when we ended up here. ...How about you?"

Ty had said 'New Orleans' like a native (New Or-lens instead of New Or-leans) but without the southern drawl (Naw-linds).

[grimmfaced]

"You do know I'm not buying what you're selling, right?" Nick asked jokingly with an easy smile.

He wasn't sure either if the shift in gravity made it easy or not but it definitely made things interesting. He continued to smile as he bounced the ball lightly in Ty's direction, listening as the younger man continued to speak.

"I'm from Portland," He answered, not really wanting to think about what had been happening before his arrival but he could gloss over that. "Where were you and your girl heading? Were you heading off to college?"