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Post by Jeffery Del Ray on May 24, 2014 23:11:41 GMT
(derp title is derp. June 2nd open to all in NYC, about noon.)
So CROWDED!
Pulsating, pounding, the heartbeat of the city flowing through his dirty sneakers and into his feet. His hands were dug down deep in his baggy pants, grinning stupidly up at the sky. The Indiana native was blown away by the sights, sounds, bounding people. They were rude and quite pushy which he didn't like. As a man in a business suit muttered 'fucking tourist' as he shoved right past the teenager, Jeffery took this time to practice his powers. His telekenisis moved through the man's blood stream. He just sped the blood up but it would cause a rushing feeling. He grinned as the man clutched his chest.
Mom said it's not okay to use your powers meanly.
But Mom wasn't here.
Nuh-uh. Mommy was dead.
He shrugged, head lifting. Look at the lights. Wonder what it looked like at night.
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Post by Liara "Echo" Abrams on May 25, 2014 23:56:16 GMT
Liara stood in front of the record shop, the vivid colors of the display having drawn her over. There were a variety of geners placed before her on the other side of the glass, slightly covered by the white bars on the other side of the glass so the establishment didn't have to worry about robbery. There was Jimmy Hendrix, the Beatles, both of which she knew she liked. Avery had sat and listened to all of Sargent Peppers Lonely Hearts Club band with her. But she wanted to try something new, bring him something for them to listen to.
She'd never heard a song by Fred Astaire. She liked his laugh on the cover of 'Puttin on the Ritz'. She placed a hand on the glass, trying to work up the courage to go in and buy it. She knew she had enough, her aunt had given her a twenty which was now snugly tucked in the pocket of her jean shorts.
She bobbed on the heels of her neon red converses, her hair swinging. She wished Avery were here to do it for her. From passers by she caught the warbled tune from the store, some sort of guitar twanging in a delightfully strange way.
Just go in, she told herself. You'll hardly say a few words. Just take the record, go to the register, do a few signs and give the man the cash. He wont expect you to talk.
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Post by Jeffery Del Ray on May 26, 2014 1:23:15 GMT
Jeffery's eyes flicked to the side, tilting his head to the side. He smiled as he spotted the girl looking at the record shop. He spotted her through the crowd. She looked lovely standing there. He tucked his hands into his pockets, forgetting the male who's shoved past him. The way she stood there was no way she was one of them. One of those New Yorkers. Should he...should he approach her? He pondered this, eyes flickering towards her off and on. He blushed before deciding to move. The new him was for sure going to talk to her.
So he moved, marching towards the girl, shuffling his feet on the ground. "Hi." He smiled brightly, waving nervously. "You like the...records? The record store's pretty great. I've never been to this one y'know. But uh...I've been to ones in Indiana. That's where I'm from. Indiana."
He flushed. "You're sure pretty you know? Uh...I'm Jeffery."
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Post by Liara "Echo" Abrams on May 26, 2014 2:07:58 GMT
Paying too much attention to the display came back to bite her. She'd been so focused on her own thoughts, she'd almost blackened out all the noise. It took her a second to realize one of the quiet voices were speaking to her, and jumping slightly she looked to her right to find a boy with a inviting smile.
"-ones in Indiana. That's where I'm from. Indiana."
She was flushing before he even comment on her, but as he called her pretty she turned a shade not unlike her hair. She had to focus hard to get all his words - the people walking by weren't attempting to listen, so she had to use the boys hearing to understand his words. For a moment she panicked, paling as she realized she had to respond. Her eyes flickered away, and she bit her lip. Taking a deep breath, she released her lip.
"Thank you! I'm Liaaara!"
She winced, her name coming out overly sounded. She kept doing that, a habit of watching people do it for years to help her understand when she had no sounds to use. Her shoulders hunched self-consciously. More than anything she wanted to just think to the boy, communicate through her mind the way she could with her family. But that was insanity. Being a mutant wasn't safe, she knew that. Swallowing, she pointed to the shop window, to the Fred Astaire. "You, like this one?"
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Post by Jeffery Del Ray on May 26, 2014 2:36:41 GMT
Wait SHE was blushing at him?! That was weird for him, very weird. His eyes flicked behind him just in case some gorgeous male model was standing behind him. There wasn't one, so his eyes flashed towards the girl. His grin threatened to break in face in two. She was talking to HIM. Albeit a bit loudly but that was to be expected. There were many people around, literally thousands! She would have to scream to let him hear her. But he could always get closer.
His eyebrows raised as she pointed at the record. He chewed the inside of his cheek before nodding. "Yeah," he said, "Yeah! I listen online though. I don't have a record player. You want a record? I think they have CD's in there too. Do you live around here and have a CD player? Or a record player? That sounded creepy, I'm sorry."
"Nice to meet you Liara," he said sheepishly.
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Post by Liara "Echo" Abrams on May 26, 2014 2:55:51 GMT
He didn't seemed bothered by her speech. In fact, if anything it seemed to make him happier. Liara found it encouraging, her smile returning. "I-I like records... they sound softer."
She laughed a little as he apologized. Too more socially adept people it might sound creepy, but she couldn't imagine why. "I do not - I don't mind. I don't have a CD player... my brother bought be a record player for my birthday, though." She didn't want to add that CD players didn't work for her since headphones blocked the sound from others. When she put them in, she was deaf all over again. Besides, CD's were almost always modern music, and most of that was loud and jarring noises.
This was easier than she'd expected. She nodded to the store. "Do yooou want to come in with me?"
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Post by Jeffery Del Ray on May 29, 2014 0:27:22 GMT
"Softer, yeah, sounds great! Oops." Little loud. The male smiled sheepishly, blushing a little, rocking back and forth on his heels. His eyes widened as he stared at the girl. Him. She wanted him to come into a store with her. A pretty girl. What. He closed his shocked expression quickly. "Pffft, suuuurrre, yeah, that'd be great." He tried to play it off like he was smooth, cool. He dipped his head towards the girl.
"So yeah, sweet, we should, like go in and stuff, right?" He walked towards the door of the record shop, slipped from the door handle before opening it. Smoooooth.
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Post by Liara "Echo" Abrams on May 29, 2014 4:49:34 GMT
Liara gave him a glowing smile as opened the door, chewing on her lip as she entered, looking around. It was a little dark which gave it a dusty feeling when complied with the old record smell in the air. The shop was empty but for the guy at the till, a large man with a beard and dreadlocks. He didn't even look up as they entered, but she was fairly certain her heard them coming in.
She could sense his aggravation at the interruption. Keeping tuned into her new acquaintances hearing, she considered the song playing as she wandered to one of the massive box stands, flipping through some of the covers idly.
-Someone to open each and every door,
but it ain't me babe. No, no, no it ain't me babe.
It ain't me your looking for, babe.
"This is a bit... dark," Liara murmured to Jeffery, pointing up to mean the music. "Who do you suppose it is? I guess it doesn't really matter.. never mind. What kind of music do you like to listen to?"
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