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.

Comments

[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...