Well, this certainly was a new place that he got caught up in—but he had to admit, the scenery was very nice, the people who lived in this place must take very good care of their town. It was a sight to see with the the flowers in full bloom and the freshly cut grass will dance and play with the warming summer breeze, but it must be a pretty sight when there is fresh snow on the ground. So he spent his time wandering around, minding his own business. He felt kind of strange being out and about in this kind of sunny weather—usually the German was inside of some cool hotel or bar, playing the piano for all to listen to or just practicing. Mindlessly, he began to fidget with his hands, mimicking a piece he had to memorize a few months prior his arrival to Castanet. Catching himself, he shoved his hands into his pockets before he would be seen be someone and labeled a lunatic.


His blue eyes scanned the area, where was he now though? A soft groan passed through his lips--he kind of wanted to get out of the heat soon… Possibly find a place with a piano, but how could he ever find such a place if he, himself, didn’t even know where he was currently located. Another huff of air puffed through his lips as he continued to walk down the streets, but lucky enough for him, the trip was short lived as he came to a rather large building, much like that of a church. He hummed; he wasn’t one to intrude in such a place as a religious house, but it was a Saturday and probably no one was inside so he could made get a few hours worth of practice in for the day, thus suddenly putting the male in a bit of a better mood—it would certainly be better than wandering in a place he didn’t know and it would certainly keep him out of the blazing heat.


Adel walked up to the doors with a bit of a curiosity. His brows furrowed together, “This is odd.” He mumbled in his low baritone voice, “A house of God leaving their doors wide open?” He questioned under his breath, “So much for a metaphor.” He chuckled to himself as he walked in, hands in his pant pockets, letting his blue irises adjust to the lighting of the temple.

He wandered in nevertheless. His eyes scanned the area as he removed his hands from his pockets, adjusting the glasses sitting upon the bridge of his nose. He spotted something and his brows perked right up--perhaps a piano of some sort? He cautiously moved forward, making sure no one else was around. There it was--it was an organ. He smiled, pressing weakly down on the ivory keys. A low chord was produced and made him grin like a small child on Christmas. He sat down on the bench and glanced around once more then began to play a little bit of a piece he had memorized.

Nouilles sighed to herself; the redhead was, perhaps, a bit more lost than she'd like to have admitted.

There was just something about this small town that was different. She had traveled the world, been in cities large and small, and seen many weaving streets and pathways but nothing compared to this town. In a way, it was confusing and a bit odd to her because she couldn't remember getting lost anytime before. Sure, she wasn't the greatest with directions or any sort of navigational skills, but she wasn't too bad either. What had changed?

The woman took to desperately surveying her surroundings and drinking them in as a last resort attempt at trying to figure this all out, though it hardly helped. Maybe it was because she viewed the world with half-lidded eyes, a cynical tinge to everything she saw, but everything just looked the same to her. Every building looked the same, broken down and empty, and every area had the same sort of vibe, the same aura. Flowers, grass, trees, it all seemed so countrified that she couldn't even begin to tell anything apart. There were no tall towers, no skyscrapers, and she could actually see the sky, which was something she wasn't very used to during her travels.

The redhead honestly couldn't decide if she was aggravated, disappointed, or a mixture of both. In her desperate attempt to regain her previous glory, she had ended up in many places, all different, all failures, but this seemed to be like the biggest waste of time she had ever encountered. There were barely any people, very few open establishments, and more farms than she'd ever hoped to see in a lifetime. What could this place possibly offer her? What exactly could she do? Find a bar and sing on the counter? She was sure that would be really productive for her dwindling career.

A sigh escaped her lips as she shuffled further down the path she'd started on, heading in some random direction that would undoubtedly lead her to yet another farm. Her eyes lazily scanned the scenery and she simply shook her head, knowing good and well that despite her better judgment, she was stuck here until she at least found a job. Her money was slowly slipping from her grasp from the immense soul searching traveling she'd been doing, and if she wasn't careful she'd be out on the streets, which was not a pleasant thought.

After wandering for what felt like hours in the scorching heat, the woman was about to give up and just retreat somewhere and hide, preferably a store of some kind that had air conditioning, but something caught her attention. Before her, a building stood unlike the rest. It was a bit bigger, though still small in its own way, and was decorated in a way that she could only describe as religious. A church, of course. But the odd thing about that was the doors. Wide open, allowing anyone and everyone free reign to come in and out. How strange, she thought, though paid it no mind. It wasn't the come-one-come-all manner of the building that had perked her attention in the first place, but the sound that drifted from behind the open doors.

Music.

Despite her rather standoffish personality, she couldn't ever deny that music attracted her like a fly to a bug light. Reluctantly she stepped forward, inching closer and closer until she found herself involuntarily in the building, standing against one of the open doors and scanning what was before her. An organ, tall and elegant, was belting out a soft, sweet sound that nearly hypnotized her completely. She stared forward, watching the keys move underneath the hands of a man she'd barely noticed.

Did he even notice that time was flying by right before? Most likely, that would be very negative. Adel would just keep on playing--it was like his drug. Thankfully, there was no kind of rehab for this addiction. There was no stopping his playing. There would be times where he would just get sucked into his music to the point that by the time he would realize what time it was, the sun would have disappeared far beyond the Earth's horizons and the moon would be high up in the night sky. He didn't mind it though. He was a grown man, he was able to make his own decisions and he didn't need help.

Did the brunette notice the person wander in? No. Even if he did, he wouldn't let it bother him, or at least until the person would begin to speak thus totally screwing him up and resulting with a very pissed German. But luckily, he had no realized the person had been standing there, regardless of whether or not that they were listening to him play or just staring up at the beauty of the church. But oddly enough, Adel had concluded his practicing a little early, only having played about two or three songs. But he allowed his final note to end on such a lasting sound where it just echoed through the walls.

He rose up from the bench and mockingly bowed as if he had been playing for an audience, unknowingly he had. His eyes were shut for the moment that he had turned around and had adjusted his glasses once more. He opened his eyes and noticed a woman leaning her body against the door of the church, "Oh." He hummed softly, "Pardon me. I hope my playing didn't disturb you." He spoke casually to the woman.

It was strange, but Nouilles had become sucked into listening to his music just like the other man had gotten sucked into playing. One song passed, then another, and the woman didn't even notice the time pass, nor did she care. It was unusual to find people with talent, actual talent, and she admired people who were good at things that she wasn't, especially if it was musical. So time passed, goddess knows how much, and Nouilles didn't budge, didn't speak, didn't think, she just listened. And it was relaxing, the sound the the organs notes being hit just right, or the soft click of his fingers against ivory.

It wasn't until he stood that she finally snapped out of her musical trance. She blinked, scolding herself mentally for becoming too lost in the sound, and thought quickly of a way to escape without being seen, but it was far too late. After his mock-concert bow, she tilted her head, watching him with a somewhat interest look on her face. Was he a professional? He had to be, talent didn't just go ignored like that. And with his ending performance, well... he'd obviously been in front of people before.

But that wasn't entirely important now. She had been seen and, even worse, spoken to, and she hadn't particularly been looking for a conversation. Still, she was in the very least cordial at times, and felt it was probably not all too ladylike to simply walk away. With a shake of her head, the redhead stood up straight, her eyes focusing on the rest of the church's background. "No,' she replied simply to his question, turning her attention and her hazel eyes onto him. "I was simply listening. You are good."