Two worlds, two Seans

[justsean]

He doesn't really know what he is doing here.
No, that's not right, he knows.
Nothing, he's doing nothing, that's the reason why he came here in the first place.
To get away from it all.

Shoots, re-shoots, promotional stints, interviews.
A never-stopping loop, movie after movie.

Until it started to feel too much.
Too much of Sean the actor, too little of Sean the man.
Until it started to feel like he would gladly give all the money he was making to have time just for himself, away from it all.

Time...
Time for reading, for tending a garden, for music, for soccer, for watching the clouds chase across the sky, for being just himself...
He barely remembered who Sean was.

Then one day someone approached him. Told him there was a place where he could be just that, and at the same time be Sean Bean the actor.

One would be in one world, one would be in the other.
But he might find that other world spooky, he was warned.
He might find strange people walking that world, people that were not real in the other world.

Sean said that wouldn't bother him, he was used to having people that were not real around him.

And so he got here.

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[stormybrendan.livejournal.com]

Pulling out a stool and seating himself, without feeling the need to ask, Brendan looks across at the barman and orders himself a Guinness.

"I'd say 'have we met before' but it sounds so corny I couldn't bring meself to," he says, picking up a coaster and turning it in his fingers. He looks at the other man. "You from 'round these parts?" He has a strangely disturbing feeling and can't quite pinpoint what it is, and battles with his urge to stare, instead distracting himself with making sure each time he spins the square coast that one of the corners is what impacts the surface of the bar.

[just-sean.livejournal.com]

"Maybe we have.. met before I mean. But no, I'm not from here really. I've just come over from.. let's say somewhere else.. Second star to the right and keep flying Sean thinks with a little smile. "I needed a change of scenery, time to find out more about who is the man I have become lately.

His green eyes have been following the hypnotic movement of Brendan's fingers spinning the coaster and there's amused warmth in them when he looks up.

"I'm Sean, by the way.."

[stormybrendan.livejournal.com]

"Brendan," the young man said with a warm smile, holding out his hand to the man. "Nice t' meet ye."

[just-sean.livejournal.com]

Sean clasps Brendan's hand and holds his breath for a moment then releases it.

For a moment he's wondered if it would feel like touching his own hand.. But no.. This is indeed Brendan. The hand is warm, the palm a bit rougher than his own.

"My pleasure, Brendan.." he smiles back. "Tell me something about yourself, what brought you here, what you are looking for.."

[stormybrendan.livejournal.com]

Brendan nodded his thanks to the barman for the Guinness, and picked it up, taking a mouthful and licking the thick creamy foam from his top lip after he lowered the glass.

"Just come back from America," he said, leaning an elbow on the bar and angling aroung to face Sean a little more. "Came down here to see if it had changed much, as last time I was here there were a lotta rumblin's, people lookin' t' change t' be more like 'America'," he said, his mind recalling the night that everything had indeed changed. "It almost did."

He took a deep breath and released it, reaching for his beer again. "Anyway, came down 'ere lookin' for an old friend, an employer, used to own a club," he said. "'e and I 'ad similar taste in music, and he taught me ... stuff." He took another mouthful of the dark beer, as he recalled Finney, and some of the 'lessons'. "But it don't look like he's 'ere any more," he trailed off.

[just-sean.livejournal.com]

Sean plays with his beer glass, twisting it around on the coaster. He knows Brendan's talking of Finney and it makes him wonder himself whether Finney, or Sting at that, are among the ones walking this strange world. A good one that Finney..

He smiles at Brendan and bumps his arm into his in a little gesture of encouragement.

"Hey, from what I hear there's people coming and going all the time around here. Who knows, maybe you'll meet your old employer. Or maybe you'll meet someone else who likes the same music.. So what music is it that you enjoy?"

[stormybrendan.livejournal.com]

Brendan nods, and shrugs lightly. "Like jazz mainly," he admits. "Don't mind some other stuff, but y' can't beat a good jazz band, well, 'cept if y' have a bunch of good musos gettin' t'gether fer a jam session, that can be somethin' else." He takes glance over his shoulder when he hears voices raised, then relaxes when he hears the loud laughter that followed.

"Yeah, nothin' quite like a bunch o' good jazz musos bein' allowed t' play t'gether." He looks across at Sean. "What about you?"

[just-sean.livejournal.com]

"Ah, Brendan, you have me there!" Sean smiles ruefully and shrugs apologetically, also turning to look at the two loud guys, now clapping each other's backs.

"I have very low profile musical tastes. I'm an olg geezer who's still listening to the big hits of the Seventies and Eighties, those songs sort of feel like an old comfort blanket to me. They have a beginning, they build up, they end. I never truly could understand where a jazz piece is trying to lead me. But then I guess I never had someone to show me the way of it..."

[stormybrendan.livejournal.com]

Brendan's eyes light up. "That's part of the brilliance of it," he enthuses. "The journey, the unknown, the thrill of being surprised, being taken for a trip by a brilliant artist!" He stops and grins sheepishly, suddenly realising he is starting to get carried away, and settles back into a slouch against the bar. "Sorry, get a bit carried away abou' it," and takes a long draught from his glass.

[just-sean.livejournal.com]

"Don't apologize, I can see just how much you love that jazz music, and it kind of makes me wish I could feel what you feel in it..." Sean grins at Brendan's infectious enthusiasm.

"But what they're playing here is sort of more what I'm used to listening to.." he gestures with his head to the air. Snatches of music filter now and then through the noise made by the people crowding the bar, an old number with someone begging Johnny to come home. "Stuff for oldies discos and pubs," he winks at Brendan, mocking himself.

[stormybrendan.livejournal.com]

"Y' not that old!" Brendan grins. "And if it c'n get y' tappin' y' foot, or feelin' summin'... well, it's done its job," he said as he smiled at Sean. "Maybe if y' were interested, I can find where some decent jazz is playin' and y' c'n have a listen?"

[just-sean.livejournal.com]

Sean chuckles and takes gulp from his beer, grimacing at finding it too warm and flat by now

"Brendan, I'm not ashamed to say that on the right night that old music not only has me tapping my feet, it can even bring me out on the dancefloor. But I would love to listen to some good jazz and see if I can make sense of it.. as long as you're willing to be there to take the trip with me.." he adds with a smile, his eyebrows raised inquiringly.

[stormybrendan.livejournal.com]

Seeing Sean's expression and noticing the flat beer Brendan signals to the barman, pointing to both glasses. The barman nods and starts filling another two glasses.

"Course!" he replies to Sean's query. "I'd love to, an' maybe I might be able to introduce y' to a new way of enjoyin' it," he adds with a grin.

[just-sean.livejournal.com]

Sean smiles as a new glass of beer is placed before him and raises it to Brendan in silent thanks.

"Hits the spot," he murmurs as he takes a long pull and licks some foam off his upper lip. "Brendan, I'm sorry for you, but you have just saddled yourself with an ignorant pupil for a crash course in the appreciation of jazz music.."

[stormybrendan.livejournal.com]

Glancing at Sean with a slight frown he nods slowly. "Sure, if you're really interested. Don't want to force you into anythin'," he says. "Mean, if you'd rather just stay here, that's fine, I'll mosy on and see if I c'n find m' old boss an' friend." He drains half the glass of beer in one go, turning away and looking around the bar.

[just-sean.livejournal.com]

Sean looks up from his glass, perplexed by Brendan's sudden mood swing.

"Hey, we can go hit the jazz clubs anytime you feel like it. I don't want you to change your plans for me and I sure understand about your wanting to look for Finney your old boss.." he reaches out to cover Brendan's hand with his.

"Look, you're not forcing me into anything I don't want to do. I told you I don't know shit about jazz music, but I thought that it might make a difference listening to it with someone who loves it and is knowledgeable about it. And I'd like to get to know you better.. I can't explain why, but I feel as if I've known you before.."

[stormybrendan.livejournal.com]

Brendan shrugs. "Whatever," he says, as he empties the last of his beer. "Don't think we've met before unless you've been here a few years ago, or over in America in the last few years." He slid off his stool and stood, hitching his jeans up and nodding to the barman. "If you want to hear some jazz, I'd be happy to help you out," he said, then added, "but don't feel you have to. I'll see you 'round," he said with a wave of his hand and weaved his way out of the bar, pushing the door open and taking a deep breath of the night air as he stepped outside. He shook his head and walked off down the street, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

ooc

[just-sean.livejournal.com]

ooc: sorry if that was your impression, maybe I shouldn't tag from work when I haven't the proper focus. my fault, apologies

Re: ooc

[stormybrendan.livejournal.com]

ooc: Saw Sean was more comfortable 'talking' with others, so Brendan decided to quietly exit. Hate just leaving threads hanging, letting them go silent. If Sean is interested 'in all that jazz' Brendan just outside walking along the street and would like to continue. If not, that's OK, thanks for the 'chat'. Have fun!

Re: ooc

[just-sean.livejournal.com]

Having four active pups and little time my rp tags are often slow and haphazard but I hate hanging threads just as much as you do, believe me! Guess the mood is not right just now for these two, but Sean is definitely keeping an eye on Brendan and will be seeking him out. Thanks :)

Re: ooc

[stormybrendan.livejournal.com]

Know what you mean! Sorry if he walked a little hastily. Have 3 pups in here, plus 2 major pups in another RPG. It's almost a fulltime job juggling them all! Brendan looks forward to when Sean feels a little more in the mood...