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Post by CARYNN VALENTINE on Apr 22, 2015 6:23:57 GMT
I SHOULD LEARN TO MAKE YOU CRY Rarely did anyone consider her to be 'normal:' rather, maybe they did at first glance, but most people tended to run the other way upon further interaction. For good reasons, probably, considering the type of words that often spouted out of her mouth. One could only imagine what thoughts she often had running across her mind. At this moment in particular, the twenty-one-year-old was stationed at the entrance of Idle Records... more specifically the entrance that, as she had learned, was used by the signed talents themselves. It'd been a good twenty minutes since she began her preying wait, but so far, her day's target had yet to show up. Nevertheless, the brunette was always a patient trooper whenever the situation convenienced her. And so, with her back leaned against the nearby wall and one leg crossed over the other, Carynn dug a hand into her coat pocket and pulled out her cellphone to kill some time with; one of the few 'expensive' things she had as far as material possessions went. Her job wasn't an easy one, after all, and she would be considered 'lucky' if she was able to get enough money for a whole week's worth of food. Heck, she didn't even have a set place to return to at night. Not that it bothered her; life was better and easier with fewer attachments. Footsteps came a few moments later and, with one glance up, the young woman quickly recognized the mop of pink hair: exactly what she had been waiting for. "Howdy," she sang with a grin, not at all bothering to be sneaky about her presence, "McRupee, yeah? Or is it MC Rupee? How d'ya actually pronounce it again?" an eyebrow arched as she casually repocketed her phone, "So sorry, not really a fan of the music, but maybe of you as a person if y'prefer to think of it that way." gaze flicked back to the pinklette and one corner of her mouth made a faint, upward curl. For someone who was considered to be calculating and cunning at times, the Valentine girl really wasn't one to consistently lie. REMUS MITCHELL |
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Post by REMUS MITCHELL on Apr 23, 2015 1:29:59 GMT
When he arrived at the studio, he had a visitor waiting for him. A girl of some sort, one with strawberry blonde hair to whom he'd never seen before. His own eyebrow quirked, though twitched when the girl mispronounced his name and also was so aloof about it. Did she not care? What a disrespectful person.
"Hello. It's MC Rupee... because I'm an MC," he replied flatly. The girl obviously wasn't into his music, considering she didn't know how to say his name. It irritated him rather a lot. "What business do you have with me?"
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Post by CARYNN VALENTINE on Apr 23, 2015 15:52:26 GMT
I SHOULD LEARN TO MAKE YOU CRY A whistle slipped through her puckered lips before they returned to their former smile-y state, "Oooh, kinda a big shot, aren't we? Well, figured, since you're a rapper and all." At least she knew that much, right? Internet was such holy ground when it came to gathering information. Shoulders shrugged, "Not a very condescending tone yer using though, is it? Boorringg." cue a huff that doubled as a sigh, "Weren't ya even listening when I said that I'm a fan of you?" kind of a holier-than-thou attitude for someone who claimed as such but, it's not like he was a guy she fawned over, "I'm just curious, see~? Where d'ya get all your music inspiration from, Not-Very-Indian Rupee? Consider it as an interview or somethin', or was I supposed to call your manager and try to arrange a meeting? Too forward? Well, it's not like you're trash-talking like yer filming a music video right now, either. What's up with that?"At this, she snickered through her mouth, "Still better 'an most of your li'l fans, though~ all douchecanoes and heartbreakers half the time, ain't they?" Not that she knew, but look at the type of music this guy even came out with! REMUS MITCHELL |
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Post by REMUS MITCHELL on Apr 23, 2015 18:47:14 GMT
"Not very Indian?" He murmured to himself, trying to figure out what it was that this girl was talking about. He was really confused.
As she talked, he just watched her, tilting his head to the side. "I don't do unscheduled interviews," he replied, though didn't try to push her away. He at least was on the studio property, so if he needed security, it was readily available. "You want an autograph or somethin'?"
She did say she was a fan, but he didn't believe her. All the same, he didn't say that to her face.
Who even was this girl? Did she expect him to trash talk everyone he saw, 24/7 all day every day? That didn't make sense. His music was where his emotion was at. The stage was where he expressed himself. On the street, at first glance, nobody would realize he was a rapper at all. What, did rappers have some sort of image to uphold?
"Exactly what are you getting at?" He was still so very confused.
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Post by CARYNN VALENTINE on Apr 24, 2015 6:18:28 GMT
I SHOULD LEARN TO MAKE YOU CRY An eyebrow quirked at his response despite it being nothing startling, "Oho~ definitely a big shot, ain'tcha?" she grinned, a hand digging into her bag and pulling out both a thick permanent marker and a napkin. She handed both items to the pinklette. "Here, since y'offered. Maybe do a quick drawing, too, or write down something like, 'to the shitty you, from the Not-Very-Indian Rupee with l-o-v-e?'" eyes blinked at him in unison, holding a near-innocent gaze, "Or y'could always just sign my bra so it'd look like yer tryna feel me up and I can scream 'rape' and have fun with it." another shrug of her shoulders, as if it's all just a game. And, it was. Kind of. Gaze flicked down briefly to her pocket, where she made a quick check on the time via her phone. Two minutes into a conversation already and this guy had yet to done anything 'rude' as his songs tended to suggest. Just what was his deal? "Heh. Fakeass bitch." Carynn scoffed to herself. Nevertheless, her eyes nonchalantly returned to the rapper, "I 'unno, does it look like I'm the type to know what I'm talkin' about? I said I'm a fan of you as a person, didn't I? That pree much translates to: 'I'm curious about you and wanna know all about you.'" she stared at him for another few more moments before looking away again with a snort, "Well, so far I'm disappointed as fuck but I'll just have to wait and see; y'doin' anything before stepping into the studios to talk shit about people?"REMUS MITCHELL |
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Post by REMUS MITCHELL on Apr 24, 2015 7:25:14 GMT
He was still really confused and he still had no idea what she was talking about when she mentioned indians. "I'm just busy," he replied truthfully. If he took unscheduled interviews all the time, he'd never get anything done. He'd always be late for things and his manager would rip him a new one.
Remus took the marker and the paper, but just stared at her as if she had plants growing out of her ears. Was she trying to stir the pot? Oh, that stab at mentioning rape definitely confirmed his suspicions.
With a sigh, he signed the paper with his stage name only, then handing it and the marker back over to the rude girl. "Here." She probably had a recording device on her somewhere, so verbal shotbacks were definitely a no-no.
However, the truth was always a viable answer.
"It sounds like you're trying to start trouble and i'm not okay with that," he replied as he crossed his arms, frowning down at this strange being. He heard her murmur. "and exactly how am I a fakeass bitch? For someone who wants to know all about me, you sure are filling my mouth with enough of your own words."
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