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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2013 2:35:21 GMT
Vera smiled like a confused flower inching away from the sun. She tilted her head, blinking blankly at the darkening sky. The bass that sat quietly on her lap was kept busy with clanging of rough, metal strings, as Vera's mind wondered deeper and deeper into outer space, uncharted regions.
Vera, unknown to most, was upset. A sense of morbid complacency swept down her this morning and she'd be unable to shake it off since. Whilst the other sisters could wipe it off without much care, matters of the mind bothered her much more than most.
She played a few more off notes before sighing at the horrendous music she was playing. But no matter; her pizza was going to arrive soon.
Surely one thing would be done right... right?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2013 18:15:11 GMT
| [attr="class","butterflytext"]The pizza's were strapped to his handle bars of his bicycle with bungee cords, bending the cardboard edges in their tightness. You could hear the food slam and shake about inside, pepperoni and anchovies whacked off. Now it was his last pie, and the directions said his customer was in the park with a bass. Junk didn't know what a bass. He assumed it to mean a fish.
Well, there was only one person in the park, since it was getting late. He pulled up beside her, cutting his tire to the right to brake, After he pulled the pizza off his bars, he let the machine drop to the ground. The kick stand broke off a couple months ago when a couple punks threw him at the bike. Band-aid ridden fingers held out the box.
"Got your food. That's fifteen dollars," he said, rubbing his nose and sniffling in the evening chill. "Ya know, I wouldn't have guessed you had a bass." [attr="class","icon"] | |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 6:34:35 GMT
Her eyes seemed to glow at the prospect of food. Since there wasn't anyone around at this time of day, it was easy to hear the bike approaching. From the bench she was sitting on, Vera jumped up, placed her bass on the far side of the bench to allow space for the pizza box to sit on and sat on the floor in front of it.
Pulling out notes from her pocket, she handed it to the funny looking pizza guy and took the box off her hands with a delighted smile.
"Ah yes, how can a day go by without some wonderful food," She spoke whimsically, after opening the box. Squealing at the wonderful smell, Vera went and prodded the pizza boy with a finger.
"Would you like some too? We could eat together! Mama always says it's better to eat with company." She grinned, tilting her head.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2013 22:30:11 GMT
| [attr="class","butterflytext"]"HAHAHA! Yeah, sure! I'm super hungry, and my boss has a stick up his ass," Junk said, concluding with a distant, vindictive softness in his voice. "Jesus fucking christ, when will he give me the stupid check."
Junk dug into his pocket for a little baggy of weed, and he pressed one of his band-aid fingers inside. "You're pretty chill. I don't mind sharing a dime, you know? You smoke, right?" He asked, suddenly cautious this girl was like his boss. "I mean, you can just sprinkle it on top too..." [attr="class","icon"] |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2013 23:23:56 GMT
This person's laugh was a very weird laugh, Vera decided with a small, innocent smile. But he didn't seem like a bad person, so Vera decided not to dwell on it. Thinking badly about people was a... bad thing, you know?
"You shouldn't swear while saying your God's name. Isn't that blasphemy?" She blinked, no quite understanding what he just said. "Well... I'm not sure... you know, I'm not someone to offer a really cool educated point about the dos and don'ts of religion you know? Hehehe."
Then, after she began to sort of drift into inner wonderland, the boy pulled out a plastic bag of... grass. Was it grass? It looked like leaves. In fact, Vera wasn't sure what it was, so she watched the bag carefully with wide eyes, curiosity pulsing through her veins.
"What's that? It looks too round to be grass, too long to be leaves- But leaves could be long too! Ah, I'm confused." Vera moved around her eyebrows as if to illustrate her point, making funny faces in the process.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 23:48:09 GMT
| [attr="class","butterflytext"]While he spoke, Junk had hardly waited to take some food for himself.
"You believe in god or something?" he asked the chick. His mouth was filled with cheese and bread, strands dipping back to the slice of the pie in his hand. "The fucking mayor is a blasphemy," he mumbled, not really understanding what his customer meant by the word. She had pretty eyes though. He liked her company.
"But anyway, your kind of sheltered aren't you." He shoved the stash reluctantly back into his pocket. "You get bored a lot?" [attr="class","icon"] |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 22:43:40 GMT
 As if reading his mind, she fluttered her eyelashes and blinked twice. Her eyes suddenly felt a little dry. Taking the delivery boy's lead, she took a slice of her own, peeling some of the cheese off the pizza so it looked like a look piece of golden thread. She then stuck it in her mouth, nibbling like a mouse. When she was done, she continued to speak. "No, not in particular. I think Buddhism is important in my country's customs though." Vera smiled, taking a chunk of the pizza into her mouth. She had to eat politely in front of a boy. Making sure not to eat with her mouth open, she spoke again. "Bored? No, not really! I find people for company, like you! You're really interesting! Completely different to the other people I've met here!" @junk |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 23:04:29 GMT
The pizza was still hot and it burned the roof of junk's mouth because of his impromptu bite. But he must not spit it out into his hand in a cheesy red mess. He has to eat politely in front of a girl, especially, in front of one with this cheerful, friendly chirp that he is rarely addressed with. He eyes her suspiciously while his mouth burns. (Even the people he shares his weed with call him a faggot, you know?)
When he finally puts the mouthful away, he wipes his mug on his jacket's sleeve. It was an old leather creature with scabby bits of fur on the inside lining. Junk knew that people who rode motorcycles wore leather, but he didn't know why. Junk was pretty sure this chick didn't know motorcyclists wore leather. He was pretty sure she didn't know a lot - for that's the curse of the innocent and sheltered.
"Buddhist? So you're like a hippy or something? You sound like a hippy."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 23:14:08 GMT
She finished that pizza slice and licked the tips of her fingers clean. "No!" She protested, a little too loudly. "Vera isn't a hippy! Vera is an anime fan!" Nodding, she took another slice, wondering how to eat it without it getting cold so quickly. "I believe in the divine goddess miku!" Vera grinned. "I am aware of a lot of Buddhist activities, but I'm not very religious." @junk |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 23:29:06 GMT
Well, Junk knew anime was for girls. Example A - his sister. He'd never heard of Miku, but after Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck, he was vaguely familiar with sailor moon, transformers, and porn-booru.
"Miku, yeah? Does she have a big rack?" he asked with a casual curiousity, taking another, smaller bite from his slice as their interview continued. He sort of asked about boobs without thinking, and his gaze sunk from her face to her chest for a moment while he chewed. (Well, his gaze had sunk there about three times previously during their conversation, but right now it was just extra noticeable.)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 23:48:23 GMT
She began to rip the pizza slice in half, so she could nibble and chew it half and half. Meanwhile, she decided to think of a suitable answer, because she felt a bit awkward for not understanding him, yet again. "Well miku is my goddess! She sings so wonderfully, and has inspirited so many artists, and her music is so lovely! With both nice bass beats and wonderful dances!" To show what she meant, she made up down movements with her arms, but it was more of an excitement thing. "But... I don't understand what you mean by rack..." She tilted her head in confusion. @junk |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2013 22:25:34 GMT
Junk is terrible at explaining slang. He suddenly becomes self-conscious. When they're teachers, he wants to yell back at them and call the stupid because a lot of things get pent up. With this girl, he can't help but feel genuinely lewd. He sort of shrinks back at the idea of explaining boobs because its as anti-climatic. It's funny, because he is normally awkward, but he would rather treat this one like a lady. The cartoon exaggerations of gentlemen dictate how he should act.
"You don't know?? Uh, nevermind..." he trails off, straightening from his slouch. "You're a musician then? You in a band?" He eyed her guitar(?) (and then her rack), biting into the hot bread. He lacks this girl's meticulous mannerisms with her food, his mouth an machine for cheese curls and red bull. "You ever battle?" he asks, leaning in.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2013 21:26:58 GMT
Vera shrugged, not minding the pizza boy giving up, because Vera wasn't really that interested to begin with.
"Hm," She said, after finishing her pizza slice. "No... I prefer to play with just a guitar. It's a bass guitar! Very similar! My baby pulls out the low, background beats! Like a, boom boom boom, boom boom boom-" Vera swayed a little.
"Battle?" Vera now scrunched her eyebrows at him, confused by his closeness and the term. "I don't fight with my bass, no. My baby is precious to me. I can't hit people with her."
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