Mars had been out today, riding his steed, Vox, who had again been restless while it was time for Mars to be playing his guitar, or searching for a new violin, or finding someone to help him make a piano. He had his guitar on him non the less though, it sitting on his lap as he rode his steed around Thornbury. He'd pass his house, and then Orin's house, where he pulled the horse to a stop for a moment, and he just looked at the window, hoping the woman would come to it like Juliet would have done for Romeo, but she did not, so he had continued on, riding the steed around the small town. He'd also started to strum on his guitar. Yes I kow you'll wait for me, til I get home, but if I should fall, then you should move on. Our eyes always watch over you from up above, now don't take this wrong... the man sung as he strummed on his guitar, but right when he had hit one of the chords, it gave him a whine that was untuned and sharp. Mars' mismatched ears fell back hard on his head. He wondered how the hell it got so untuned when he had tuned the guitar last night. It was confusing to him, and then he thought about how Bartholomew liked to touch the white guitar from time to time just to touch it and piss Mars off. It did piss him off very much so actually, just because the man spent a lot of time taking care of his guitar when Bartholomew wasn't even a guitarist. Bart knew nothing about the guitar, so he had no business touching it. Mars told the man this several times, and when Bart decided to show his face again, Mars would bitch about it again. Mars twisted the knob and strummed on the string to tune it, and he listened closely. He combined a few notes together to see if he got the right sound, and he repeated this a few times before he actually got it the way it needed to be. Once it was tuned yet again, Mars wasn't feeling the song that he was playing before anymore. He switched to some other song.

His fingers traveled fluently over the guitar strings as he had switched songs, this one having a more of an introduction than just him being thrusted into the middle of a song like he had done before. The steed beneath him had continued to walk around, aimlessly with his master on his back, and Mars had no where to be really so he didn't direct the steed to go in any specific direction. He simply wanted to play his guitar and Vox had been bothering him to go somewhere, so Mars simply got on the horse and let the horse take him wherever the equine wanted to go. Vox wandered around the small town, seeing the sights that were there, houses everywhere really, and that was it pretty much. There were stores, yeah, but there wasn't really any activity going on in the town of Thornbury today, hopefully the sound of Mars' guitar would bring some of the residents out of their houses to come be with the wolf-dog and his steed.

Mars flinched slightly when he suddenly heard a "baaaa" come from behind him. He didn't think that the sheep had been following, but the black sheep had followed them out to the middle of Thornbury, and Mars looked back at the beast. Axel, what're you doing? the man would ask the sheep, who would just give Mars a prolonged "baa". Don't "baaa" me. the man spoke, joking with the sheep obviously before the sheep had trotted up to Mars and nipped at his foot. Mars moved his foot away and then clicked his teeth at the sheep. Don't do that Axel. That hurt! the man spoke, tapping the sheep's nose with a stern finger. Axel just nudged the man's foot after that, wanting his attention for whatever reason a sheep could want attention. For food. Mars had no food on him for the Sheep, and there were plenty of spots that the sheep could find to graze, so Mars had tapped Vox's side to make him continue.

Mars would continue to play his guitar and sooner or later another person came within his view. A red and white man that Mars had not seen before now. Mars cocked his head lightly before he Vox had approached the man until they were about ten or fifteen feet away. Hello...I've never seen you before...The name's Mars Russo.. the quiet man cooly spoke to the red man.

The copper and snow pelted man had told him a name, Jensen O'Callaghan, with a funny accent that Mars had heard before, and he knew it as an Irish one. Mars liked the sound of the Irishman's voice, for it was unique in it's accented way. The American only had that American accent that was questionable in the first place. The man also told Mars that he was new. Mars himself was a new member as well. I'm pretty new here as well.. the man cooly spoke to the uniquely pelted man. Mars watched the man with his steel eyes, and listened when the man had told him that he had a follower, and then he would glance at Axel. Mars would look at the sheep himself and then smile lightly. Yeah, someone gave him to me one day, and he just kinda ended up being my little follower since then. the man spoke, shrugging his broad shoulders and looking back at the other man. His name is Axel. He's pretty nice...Please don't eat him, okay? the man asked, cocking his head and hoping that the man did not get any funny ideas about his sheep. Addison had given him the sheep, and he cherished the sheep very much since he had gotten it from the stranger who was now friend because of her gifts and niceness to him.

Jensen went on to tell Mars that it was weird to be tuning a guitar outside, as well as on the back of a horse. Mars had found the position of playing on the horse to be quite relaxing and if you had a good enough horse, you didn't really need to control where the steed went. It was harder to play while the horse was trotting, and impossible while galloping, but when the equine walked, it was quite easy. The only other thing he needed to worry about was keeping his balance, because once he lost his balance, there was no way he'd be able to catch himself without breaking the guitar. Breaking the guitar would be the last thing that Mars would ever want in the entire world. He loved his guitar, and you could tell by the way it was so welly taken care of by the man. There was never dust on it, and it was always so white and beautiful. He made sure. Thanks. It's actually pretty relaxing. You can also get places while you play music too, so there's a bonus in riding while playing. the man spoke to the other, smiling lightly to him, an actor's smile that he put on his face plenty of times before. Knowing him would make you able to see through such a smile, because his genuine smiles were definitely different than the one he just let pass his lips.

You play anything, Jensen? Or are you one of the other ranks? the American asked the Irishman, spoken as the man let his fingers lightly strum the guitar, letting it be lower than both of their voices, but definitely still there, and making a beautiful melody.