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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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[words to live by, Ro-Lal. words to live by.]
So they're basically your spirit animal.