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mayfield_rpg2012-05-19 09:59 pm
sleepwalked) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-05-19 09:59 pm
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02. tunes & moves
[A: the record store / action / PREVIOUS THREADERS]
[ For anyone she has spoken with about parties, she was waiting for them to show up. She saw them around a few times and decided to finally throw an offer of meeting up at the local record store.
She was planning on finding a nice selection of music for a party she hopefully would be able to work into her not-busy schedule. Her day-planner was 365 pages of empty. Roxy was simply flipping through the selection, waiting anxiously because jesus fuck, anything was better than playing hopscotch with the neighbors kids again. ]
[B: the record store / action / STRANGERS WELCOMED]
[ For any people Roxy hadn't spoken to about a party, she was just a normal blonde girl busying herself while looking through the stacks of records. She doesn't stand out much; her blond hair in loose curls and only a striped scarf abnormally hanging from her neck. It wasn't until she would speak up in disbelief, rolling her eyes in an annoyed fashion. ]
Does anyone know where the hell some sweet tunes are? Don't know if I'm blind or missing the non-stupid section. I doubt 'The Andrew Sisters' are dropping the base or anything like that.
[C: burger bonaza / action / STRANGERS WELCOMED]
[ What she wouldn't give for something cooked! Scrounging up her lunch money, she threw away the silly ham and cheese sandwiches for a chance at something good. Something American, like she read in those shitty novels her Mother wrote. A double quarter pounder with cheese was non-existent, but a Big Bonzo Burger was.
Too bad that Roxy found herself in the place was full of people on a Saturday night. She was bumping into people left and right while waiting for a table to become available. If this was what the low-class place was like, she could only imagine how roomy the snobby lounges were. ]
[ For anyone she has spoken with about parties, she was waiting for them to show up. She saw them around a few times and decided to finally throw an offer of meeting up at the local record store.
She was planning on finding a nice selection of music for a party she hopefully would be able to work into her not-busy schedule. Her day-planner was 365 pages of empty. Roxy was simply flipping through the selection, waiting anxiously because jesus fuck, anything was better than playing hopscotch with the neighbors kids again. ]
[B: the record store / action / STRANGERS WELCOMED]
[ For any people Roxy hadn't spoken to about a party, she was just a normal blonde girl busying herself while looking through the stacks of records. She doesn't stand out much; her blond hair in loose curls and only a striped scarf abnormally hanging from her neck. It wasn't until she would speak up in disbelief, rolling her eyes in an annoyed fashion. ]
Does anyone know where the hell some sweet tunes are? Don't know if I'm blind or missing the non-stupid section. I doubt 'The Andrew Sisters' are dropping the base or anything like that.
[C: burger bonaza / action / STRANGERS WELCOMED]
[ What she wouldn't give for something cooked! Scrounging up her lunch money, she threw away the silly ham and cheese sandwiches for a chance at something good. Something American, like she read in those shitty novels her Mother wrote. A double quarter pounder with cheese was non-existent, but a Big Bonzo Burger was.
Too bad that Roxy found herself in the place was full of people on a Saturday night. She was bumping into people left and right while waiting for a table to become available. If this was what the low-class place was like, she could only imagine how roomy the snobby lounges were. ]
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Hey, gotta keep you on your toes. I'm that nagging thorn in your side that you'll learn to love because you'll totes grow as a person or something.
[ Like he'd ever say please either. ]
Hmmm. [ She listens along, but she has a preference towards techno and 1980s music. This was neither. ]
Sick, at least my allowance is going to something good this week. Mr. Darin, oohh, you will be in my collection.
[ She smirks a bit, still fiddling through and looking at the cover albums for a preview of the singers. No, Roxy, don't judge books by their cover. ]
You get anything good in your snatch stack?
[ Looking, Roxy had two albums set aside besides the Bobby Darin one, but hey -- it was something. ]
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[truth be told, none of this music is really even all that bad, but it makes him painfully, horribly aware that he's in the past. the less he thinks about his displacement, the better. glancing down at his stack, he picks up a Jerry Lee Lewis album.]
Now, see - this guy looks like he knows how to have a good time.
[then again, he also looks like the sort of person who'd kiss his cousin, but as long as his music's good, then...
he slips the record out of its sleeve and puts it on the player. a song begins to play.]
1/3
Well, you seem to be more into this than I am.
[ Roxy didn't hate the stuff either, but it just ... wasn't what she was use to? And it made it hard for her to transition into. Roxy pushed herself from her seated position, adjusting the scarf around her neck -- thanks to Once-ler, and took a few steps towards him to see who the heck he was talking about. ]
Jerry Lewis? Who the hell?
[ As Once-ler placed the record onto the player, the sudden up-tempo made her brows knit upwards in shock...... ]
2/3
3/3
[ Roxy, you mean funeral? No, she doesn't know the word. ]
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[heck, for all he knows, his preferred brand might be the musical equivalent of nails scraping against a chalkboard for some people. just ask the friendly folks from Greenville. the day he played for them was the day he learned just how how gross getting tomato pulp in his hair really was.
he stands by to listen to the song, and it doesn't take long for him to start tapping his foot again and rocking his head to the side.]
I like this one.
[because it actually sounds like something he could see himself playing. it has heart. it has emotion.
a slow grin creeps across his face, his eyes drifting over to Roxy. and, without so much as a friendly warning, he spins around and grabs her by the hands, pulling her over into a dance.
don't you just love spur of the moment planning?]
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[ The tune did hang in the air, giving some kind of revolutionary spunk that seemed more non-conformist than anything they heard. It wasn't safe, it was a rebellious and Rox could appreciate that. ]
You liking something? Shit, did you get droned?
[ She teases, letting her own snarky smirk filter upon her features. She was tapping her heel a bit, her tight fitting floral dressing barely swaying, but no obvious dance. ]
Nah, I'm just messing, I lik--woah!
[ And she was grabbed, her bright pink eyes widening as she looked overly impressed by the swift movements of Once-ler. It wasn't until he was dancing himself that she realized she... never danced with anyone before. She kinda moved, but more so like a dead fish. ]
'Kay, we don't got moves like those where I'm from so, my bad if I can't keep up, Dance-ler.
[ She lied, her face red as she attempted to pass on the fact she simply couldn't dance his dance. Flirtatiously swaying her hips and dancing were two different things and Roxy didn't wanna do the first to the guy. That'd be awks. ]
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[yeah, he's just making this up as he goes. that's the only way he dances; it's a lot of swaying and swinging with a dash of clumsy flailing, all wrapped up in one groovealicious package. it's one of the few areas where he'll let his confidence - genuine self-assurance that he doesn't have to force or exaggerate - shine through; for once, he doesn't care how silly he must look right now as he twirls Roxy around.]
Loosen up. As long as you can follow the beat, you're golden. Just relax like this. See?
[yeah, follow him and ignore the weird looks you're undoubtedly getting from the few drone customers in here with them.]
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[ Ro asks with a jovial tone, one that was obvious in her joking nature. Well, his dancing was more acceptable than swaying hips and flirty stares. Leave it to Roxy to learn to dance through trashy music videos. Woah, did she just do the Slave 4 U hip sway? Sure did.
But the twirl made her let out a gigglesnort, her thin body loosing up a bit, per Once-ler's request. ]
Yeah, I'm loose as a caboose, but don't you think we're looking like total dweebs?
[ Oh who cares, she continues dancing anyway, learning a bit by Once-ler's flamboyant moves. ]
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[wow, they're really on fire today, aren't they? at first, he shrugs off any and all staring from the drones; they wouldn't know style let alone what it means to have fun if both were rabid animals biting them in the face. however, when he bumps his hip into the record player as he goes to twirl Roxy again?
yeah. this might not be the best place to do this sort of thing at.]
Tch. I'd rather be a dweeb than a squ~are. [he purposely singsongs the word while looking at a nearby drone, clearly mocking them.] At least they know how to have a good time.
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[ Those drones were just a buncha voyeurs weren't they? At least they weren't calling the cops for their public distraction. Even if there was hardly a soul in the store.
She's there kicking her leg idly in the air and twisting her hip doing her best Twist dance, but failing miserably. But, a soft laugh couldn't help but lift past her lips.
Even with Once-ler's sloppy dance against the player!!!!! ]
Good thing I'm like a fuckin' circle. Maybe an acute triangle 'cause I'm a fucking cutie.
[ Roxy says as she flips her scarf dramatically over her shoulder. Her hands take lead surprisingly. Chest to chest, she goes and dip! The tango? No, the Drop It Like It's Hot. She dipped Once-ler rather sloppily, nearly snapping his back before lifting him back up and swaying once more. ]
I never would have thought of you to be like this. Or anyone in this town, really. Fun to be around.
[ Roxy admitted as she pulled away, taking a moment to catch her breath. ]
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[jeeze, this girl's stronger than she looks. it really says something about Once-ler's strength as a whole that he's able to let a kid who isn't even half his height drag and flip him around.]
Hang on, hello! None of that now! [it's a lot less fun when you're on the other end, but that might only be because he's a) secretly a big chicken, and b) unable to see what's behind him. he could go flying into a drone and no one would be around to save him s-sob]
Um. Thanks? I mean, you make it sound like my first impression was just this big, unfriendly ogre but with less growling and more...uh, sewing. Skull-crushingly boring sewing, but you get the idea.
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Awww, why not? You're lookin' pretty four-sided if you can't handle a girl takin' the lead.
[ Oh well, she shrugs and eyes him daringly. ]
Nah, not big. Just unhappy. Which kinda is totes obvious, but unhappiness reeks of being unfriendly too.
[ She shrugs a bit. ]
Don't take it personal, 'cause I'm pretty sure you thought -- and maybe still do -- think I'm some stupid girl. But, it's allll whatevs, y'know?
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[his eyes scan the floor, but the smile doesn't fade.] I never thought you were stupid; just different. But that's okay because I'm not 100% normal either, and neither are some of the best people I've met. Don't sweat it.
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[ A fake french accent rolls off her tongue. Roxy faux fans herself wit a smirk. She had to keep up the cool girl act somehow. ]
If you're 100% normal, you're 200% boring.
[ Roxy finally took a seat on a stack of records, looking up with a bit of a odd look for her: reflective. ]
I'd say the same, y'know about the people I meet not being normal, but I'm still getting use to this whole socialization thing. The only people I really could talk to my whole life, face to face, were basically 3 foot tall pill bugs.
[ She laughs a bit, not wanting to get too srs bsn. ]
Anyway, yeah, no sweatin' here.
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[not really. he's not a huge bug fan. he'd probably run screaming if he saw a Carapacian.]
...I'm still getting used to it, too. Being around real people again. Truth be told, I never thought I'd have a reason to.
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They were really nice. Kinda raised me, but I didn't have the whole mom and pops relationship. More so like a Lusus. Uhhhh guardian, I guess.
[ Stupid shitty future with troll terms. ]
Same. Lemme guess, you're gonna tell me you love cats and wizards too, right?? Pretty much two peas in a pod, we totes are.
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[woah, what. getting a little freaky here, Ro-Lal.]
Er. Cats, yeah. Cats are pretty cool. Wizards? Noooot so much. Is there some kind of correlation between the two? Are there wizardy cats in your world or something?
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[ Ok, so wizards plus cats weren't as common as collecting baseball cards or liking romantic comedies, but whatever! ]
No, they're just fuckin' badass. I wish I could ecto-slime a wizard and a cat together, but I just ended up cloning a shitload of cats. Sadly, no wizats.
Wizards are mystical beings that have to balance power, virtue, and wisdom. Pretty bitching.
Cats are like, friendly as shit but still do their damn thing with no regrets.
The last time a cat gave a fuck was never.
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[words to live by, Ro-Lal. words to live by.]
So they're basically your spirit animal.