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Post by ROUX LORE on Mar 13, 2015 6:36:55 GMT
Grumbling and bent over, with his arms rigid and hands shoved into the pockets of a black hooded sweatshirt, he marched. An obsessive beat of anger drumming in his head after a confrontation with a girl. Girlfriend? No. Well, not now. Who decided to date a musician and never bothered listening to their music? Girlfriends were supposed to that. Sex and post-coital pats on the back about how great their guy was. He stopped in his tracks for a moment. His eyebrows furrowed. With the corner of his mouth raising and teeth grinding at skin on the inside, he thought on it some more. He'd drive himself crazy if went back and tried to determined how many fibs were told. Or... OR!
Had she said that just to get rid of him? Was she onto fresh meat and he was getting shoved to the back with some kind of expiration date stamped on his forehead from the get-go? His entire body shook for a moment but tilted his head to the left and cracked his neck. The muscles in his face relaxed and when his eyes rolled, a shoulder shrug came.
"Good enough for her. I'm plenty good enough. I make music." He proclaimed loudly while hoisting a pointed finger to the heavens while people traveling around him did their best to go about their business. No one taking notice was fine. He didn't say it out loud for their benefit. It was for his own sanity. He could only stand their dumbfounded before when she told him. Effectually, he'd had the last word - even if she wasn't there to hear it. He was turned in the direction for a brief moment. Contemplating whether or not it was good enough to go back and say it to her directly. He decided against that.
Confrontation lead to... Well, he'd have to fight with her, end up sleeping with her, she'd say something about his music again.
His hands raised to his head and he rapidly scratched through his hair - front and back, again and again - until he looked in a shop window and decided he looked like a proper mad man. He blinked at the reflection and behind him, noticed someone on the opposite of the street. He followed that person with his eyes. A sneaky grin lifted his face.
"I know you." He still followed with his eyes and a lone index finger until the person's reflection was gone from the window. He looked into the window seeing a shop assistant blankly staring at him and slowly lowered his finger. He blinked and then turned his body away. His eyes searched and he saw the individual. He made his way across the street amongst a crowd and began ducking between parked cars.
"Mike!" He yelled loudly and then hid behind one of the many BMWs on the street. He leaned against the car, chuckling to himself through his teeth. "What the hell is he doing?" Roux blinked and watched the young man.
"What are you doing?" A woman asked from her passenger seat, seeing that Roux had laid his fingers on her door.
"Haven't you ever followed anyone before, dumbass?" He asked, whipping around the front of the car and onto the sidewalk.
"Who's a dumbass, you stalker!" The woman yelled.
"You are! You paid for tits that I can tell are fake from here." He cocked a finger gun at her, shot his imaginary bullet and was back to-
Wait... Where the hell did he go? He wore a turbin. He couldn't just disappear... Unless, he was Aladdin. Roux looked to the sky for signs of a magic carpet.
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Post by MIKAIL HUSSAIN on Mar 14, 2015 5:39:19 GMT
SHINING SHIMMERING SPLENDID He heard a voice calling out the Westernized version of his name and, naturally, chose to turn around and respond. There was nobody behind him, however. Rather, there was nobody that he knew, even if it wasn't out of the ordinary for a musician to get some public recognition; the earlier he tried to get used to it the better, probably. Dark brown eyes blinked a couple times and suddenly, Mikail gave a wide grin to himself. Maybe they were just shy; it would surely explain why they were nowhere to be seen. Or maybe... they were tiny. Tiny girls who were fans of his? That, too, explained a lot of things. After all, his fame did come about mainly due to Disney covers. A hand lifted to his mouth and Mikail snickered into curled fingers before those fingers straightened. Rubbing his chin, his eyes closed and he was smug for a moment, "A cute girl who's a fan of mine. Sounds like the beginning of a romcom already," he said loudly, ignoring the honking cars as he crossed the street close-eyed. That is, until someone else decided to yell. Blinking stupidly, Mikail, now arrived at the other side of the street, stared at the small argument that had broke out between a female and one of his coworkers. "Is it actually?" he found himself staring upon hearing what Roux had to say about the woman's chest. Back was quick to bend and face was quick to move itself to the window of the car. Hands flew up to help block out the extra light, just so he could have a better view of the female's supposedly glorious rack; this soon caught her attention and when a scream was heard (mainly due to the ridiculous image of his face pressed against the glass after she'd turned), Mikail flinched. "Whoa! W-What-" body straightened out of fear, hands waving before his chest in a defensive manner, "Hey now! I didn't say anything! It's not like I agreed with him, y'know! I'd have to at least touch them if I wanna know whether they're fake! Right, Rouxster?" he frowned, eyes flicking to his coworker who had been looking at the sky, "Oii! Are you trying to act innocent? Isn't it too late for that? You already talked about her chest before I did!" a hand reached up to smack the roof of the car a few times in order to grab the greenlette's attention. Eyes soon blinked again as he, too, turned his gaze upward, "What're you staring at anyway?" he asked curiously, stepping around the car and walking over to stand next to the Lore, just so he could look in the same direction as the other. "Sorry to burst your bubbles but, you do realize that Superman isn't Santa Claus and doesn't actually exist, right? I mean, even I know that by now." brows pushed together as he then looked fully to his friend of sorts, gaze turning intense suddenly when his earlier task came back to mind, "Have you seen a tiny cute girl around, by any chance? I think it's a fan. She recognized me from behind just now and I figured that she'd prolly wanna go on a date or something."Not that his manager would like the sound of that but, when had Mikail actually remembered to follow her orders, anyway? ROUX LORE |
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Post by ROUX LORE on Mar 19, 2015 4:16:30 GMT
Of course, Mikail wouldn't conform to some stereotypical view Roux had of him being some magical Disney character. Seemed like a lot of work anyway, now that he thought of it. His eyelids lowered as he suspiciously inspected the corners of building and clouds further up. No, that's what Mikail would want him to think. Roux was much too clever to fall for that. He kept his attention on the sky, eyes darting about at sudden movements. He was semi-oblivious to the argument that seemed to be ensuing just to his left.
Rouxster. He heard that though. Who had a name like Rooster? His nose wrinkled but he continued his focus until he heard banging beside him and realized it could be imminent danger. He threw up his arms defensively, with an expression of dread on his face for contrast. The fear only stayed long enough for Roux to see his attacker.
"I was looking at the clouds. I mistook one for your mom." Roux said, lowering his arms and leaving one hand free of his pockets to point toward the sky. His retort had come casually and had no malicious intent. Roux raised an eyebrow to his friend. "A tiny cute girl?" He asked with a condescending blink. His eyebrows traded positioning, the right now arched, as he thought over his friend's query.
"Tiny as in your dick? Like a gnome girl?" He blinked erratically out of confusion. "Or like just a short girl?" His eyebrows changed again as he looked to his friend. "If Santa Claus isn't Superman then you know girls who live in mushroom houses can't exist." His right hand moved to his chin, holding it for a moment. "Well, technically, if it's not like a baby, who can either be a girl or boy." Roux considered before dropping his hand. "All babies are cute and they could be fans of your music. Cats are also fans of your high pitched squeals, aren't they?" He shrugged his shoulders at his friend. He didn't really get it.
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Post by MIKAIL HUSSAIN on Mar 22, 2015 6:10:24 GMT
SHINING SHIMMERING SPLENDID There were clouds that looked like his Mother? The eighteen-year-old turned to stare up at the sky. Was that actually possible? "I don't see it thoug-" he began, but then quickly slipped his attention back to the greenlette, "I dunno, do you like gnomes? Have you seen one b-"Another pause, and suddenly, Mikail took a sideway's step away from Roux, eyes widened, "Do you check me out when we're in the washroom together?" he asked, his question soon recapturing the attention of the lady in the car. "... You go to the washroom together." "Sometimes we hold meetings there," the blacklette blinked back to her with a grin as if it's the most normal thing to just have a conversation with his friend when they were next to some stranger's car. Then, his gaze returned to said friend, "Short girl. I mean, tall girls can be just as cute but I dunno if I'd be able to pick them up and cradle 'em?" he stared, "I definitely can't pick up more than one which'd suck.""That sounds pedo." Mikail frowned, "Not really. I mean, it's not like I eavesdrop on their conversations or anything." the same frown moved to Roux, then, as he completely overlooked the woman's expression-change. Rather, he was more concerned with what the other male was speaking of, "I dunno Rouxster, wouldn't it be weird to pick up more than one baby when I'm not a babysitter? I think Quinn'd have something to say about it if I do. What if someone took a picture?"He gave a sigh and a small pout of his bottom lip when cats were brought up, "Tch! I wish! I've only ever seen videos of the DJ kitty so they prolly only like the stuff you do; is there one that sings Disney songs? 'Cause that'd be totally cool. Prolly even cooler than the DJ kitty." shoulders shrugged, "But that's not as important as my date. You really haven't seen a girl, huh?"The eighteen-year-old turned, now facing the elder boy fully, "'Cause I'll be kinda mad if you lied. What if she was gonna be the love of my life? We could've had a happily ever after and you would've ruined it just 'cause you were jealous or something!" his index finger raised at this and made a small jab at Roux's direction, but never actually came in any physical contact with the other, "Heh! Maybe I'll just steal that girl from you too so y'know how it feels. ... Well, if I remembered her name," he stared, "What was it again? And what's her number, anyway?"ROUX LORE |
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Post by ROUX LORE on Apr 5, 2015 5:00:47 GMT
"Well, cats can't really buy a ticket to a show." Roux blinked, understanding the sarcastic jab at his music. "But, I've seen them navigate youtube easily." He finished his sentence but a look of realization crept onto his face which soon dissolved into sheer terror. "They wear clothes! They wear clothes and sunglasses! They're evolving!" He reached for Mikhail and began shaking him. "It'll be genetic experiments for the lot of us famous and good looking people! They'll make me look like that grumpy cat!" He yelled, letting go of Mikhail. His right hand flew to his mouth as he hunched over and he began to chomp down nervously on the tips of his fingers.
"But, no, seriously. I haven't seen a girl." He snapped out of his rendition of Shaggy from Scooby-Doo and looked at Mikhail with a blank stare. "I'm all for you getting laid and stuff." Roux rolled his eyes and his hands, with a sigh. "But, love of your life? I have my doubts." He raised an eyebrow. "What if it was just a mirage? Or, or!" He pushed his palms at Mikhail, then raised his index fingers. "It was a man. Primarily, me." He pointed a thumb back at himself. "Mystery solved." He grinned and then looked over to the woman in the car. "Dinner theater is over. Tip your actors." He said, holding his arm at his torso and bowed. "Or don't, cause we don't want your filthy whore money." He cocked his head just a little with a smug smile and nodded gently.
"Well, I'm pretty sure we don't." He joked and then looked over to Mikhail. "You know I love you, Chief. I'd make out with you." Roux half-hugged his friend. "But, it's kinda pedo since you're like twelve." He blinked to himself at this statement and then slowly pulled his arm away from his friend. "Actually, this whole thing is kind of pedo...What girl?" He raised an eyebrow as his sideglanced at his friend. Girl... What girl were they talking about? Did he have a girlfriend to ste-
"Oh, Karin. Yeah, man. Go for it." He gave his friend a thumbs up. "It wouldn't be stealing from me though." He lowered his hand and gave a shrug. "We already broke up." He said casually with no hint of sadness or remorse on his face. "I kicked her to the curb when she started in with that, 'Come home early so we can cuddle and watch cat videos.' nonsense." He raised his arm, the fingers of his hand pointing down at the ground while his other hand went to adjust himself at the crotch. "Word."
"No. Seriously. She told me she hated my music." He blinked at him, taking on normal, relaxed body posture. "How do you date a musician and not like their music? I don't even know." He shrugged. "But, you're not getting her number. I broke her. She'll only want average sized dicks from now on." He nodded with a snort of accomplishment.
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Post by MIKAIL HUSSAIN on Apr 11, 2015 6:19:54 GMT
SHINING SHIMMERING SPLENDID The blacklette was taken by surprise when he felt himself shaking suddenly. Rather, the elder boy had reached over to his shoulders and was now forcefully moving him back and forth, "What's wrong with looking like a caaat-" he began, frowning a little, trying to keep his voice somewhat steady at the very least, "Y'know, it's kinda harda talk when you keep-" he paused, then, as soon as he was released. Gaze slid down when his best friend then hunched over and proceeded on running his fingernails pass his teeth, "I think you look more like OMG cat," the eighteen-year-old said blinkingly. Gaze slid to the woman in the car though soon returned to Roux. He frowned, "How would you know though? You didn't even see her so who're you to judge-" another pause soon followed when the greenlette went on to shatter his dream (?). Mikail only continued to stare at the Lore even when the latter began dismissing their sole 'audience' of the moment. "I could use the money, though," he said quickly once he managed to snap out of it, a finger pointing at himself as he looked to the woman in the car, "Like, I'm totally okay with it if you wanna spare a few coins? I've always wanted to know what it's like to be a street artist, so-" Roux spoke, yet again, and the Hussain's attention shifted as per their usual style of interaction. "First you sneak peeks at li'l junior, now you wanna makeout with me?" widened eyes soon narrowed and he took a quick step sideways away from Roux, "We wouldn't even be friends anymore, would we? ... Well, friends with benefits, I guess? But I dunno if I'm ready to look at you that w- actually I'm eighteen." he politely corrected. However, he soon sighed upon hearing Roux's complete disregard of his girlfriend. Rather, ex-girlfriend. "Uhhh? Doesn't that make you a jerk?" dark-coloured eyes squinted, "'Cause I'd totally go home early to watch cat videos and cuddle with someone, girlfriend or not." corners of his mouth curled downward, "And I'd still date a girl that hates my music. I think? What if she just doesn't like music in general? Or if she only listens to certain genres that you're not into? Like, boy bands? I'd join one if I liked her enough." he said, eyes returning to their normal shape. He blinked down to his own pants for a moment before letting out a snicker. One hand reached downward and gave his crotch a nonchalant pat, completely unconcerned that it might end up affecting him in some way, "So I'm too big is what you're saying? Yeah, I've gotten that complaint bef- wait." a realization and his eyes narrowed as he threw his hands up and outward, "So you do check me out when we pee!" how else would he know, right? Well, Mikail's heard of guys that did that but, he never understood the thought process behind such competitions; wasn't that a bit odd? Just do your business then leave. That's how he's always done it, anyway. A hand raised to scratch his cheek. Eyes briefly rolled skyward as he let out a sigh, "Man! I bet you even cheated on Karin if that's all ya do at work, checking people out. That's prolly the real reason y'broke up with her, huh?" the already unimpressed corners of his mouth became a straight line at this point, "Do you want me to listen to you cry about it? We can go grab a drink somewhere? I don't have to run for another uhh," he peeked over to the clock inside the lady's car, "Hour and a half?" back straightened, and he proceeded on moving down the sidewalk, gaze remaining on Roux for a few more seconds. "What're y'even doing here, anyway? Stalking someone?" he looked back to the front and snorted a laugh, "It's Karin, isn't it? I bet you're not over her and are just mad that she doesn't like your music; I on the other hand, would be a completely different case to her. It must suck a lot when your girlfriend thinks your music is trash. Most teenage girls like the stuff I do though." he grinned at this. Sure, he wasn't so interested in coming up with lyrics, and he couldn't say that he was in love with the genres he was in... but he did enjoy the part where he got to throw everything together and tweak stuff around. 'Most of the time,' that is. ROUX LORE |
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