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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2013 22:12:00 GMT
there's a lit cigarette in the hand of my new angel tags: @darcel
notes: Here you go~! <3
The tips of his fingers were layered thick with calluses. His hands moved across the body of the acoustic guitar practicing the fourth of ten songs he had to have perfected before he could return back to the studio. That dipshit Salem wasn't going to let him hear the end of it if Maverick didn't even sound remotely like he practiced daily before the next recording. Practicing at home felt suffocating. People like his siblings would sneak a peak while he was practicing giving him the pep talk or making smart-ass comments that he was doing the right thing. Who cared if he did the right or wrong thing?
The sound of the waves ebbing and flowing to and from the borders that made up the beach was pretty soothing. Probably not good for the acoustic guitar but it wasn't like he was short on instruments. If he ended up trashing one then he could easily buy a brand new one. Sure, he'd get bitched out and that was always annoying but it was worth it.
Though he stopped strumming chords on the six-stringed instrument when he picked up the sudden rustle of footsteps in the sound. His instincts quickly told him to look up to see who else was there. The beach wasn't exactly his first place he'd be hanging out at, but because it was later in the evening with track of sunlight around, it was discouraged to go out swimming or hanging out. He didn't care. It was pretty private.
“Oh hey~ How's it goin' babe?” he greeted the new arrival. “I didn't take you for a romantic. Long walk on the beach at night, eh? Would you care for some company?” Shameless flirting right at the get go? Maverick didn't know the meaning behind the antics.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2013 4:22:07 GMT
angel with a shotgun! fighting till the war's won - @mav - howdy seysey. Today was an absolute bust. Not the usual bust, but pretty quick up the rope. She got fired. Again. It was a simple stocking job at some clothing store she didn't care to learn the name of. It was pretty high class. They liked her "look" when she was scouting out the place and decided to hire her on the spot. What luck, am I right? Though her look was retro or chic or... whatever the hell girls went on about in their fashion lingo. She held onto the job for a week, working whenever she could to put food on her non-existent table and save up to stay at a hotel. Something. Anything. It was getting colder out. A week of work and Darcel had been feeling pretty damn proud, damn sure that she could make it to the end of the month and earn a respectable living. But no. On her watch, something went missing. All it took was a call to former employers and she got a boot. She could swear up and down the whole island that it hadn't been her this time, they had no proof, she knew her bloody rights! Alas, that helped none.
They didn't even have the decency to tell her what went missing. Kay, she stole for a living. At the same time she knew where things went. It's what made her so good at stocking. If she didn't remember things, she wouldn't know how much a common watch differed from one bought at a diamond store. She wouldn't know which idiot differed from the other idiots around here. Kay, she was rambling. She was pretty upset. The store even refused to pay her for her time there. There goes a week of food.
Back to a life of crime. Sheesh she had the worse luck.
Burying her bare hands in the ragged pockets of her dead father's jacket, Darcel walked along the beach. Wherever you went, a beach was just a beach. Same in Brookyln. Same in Nova. Her eyes were downcast but her hearing wasn't tuned out - even if she was focusing on the cascading waves. She walked past him at first, guy seemed pretty busy... yet she knew better to assume that. Her first impression of Maverick was that he didn't think with his head most of the time. Question was if he knew that she knew that?
" Oi, hona bunna" Darci replied, turning on the spot to look down at the albino. She forced a cheerful ring to the lines, eyes sparkling with mischief. "ya, that be me. Ramantical rought down ta ma va'ry bones. Mmm, campane? Only if ya buy somethin' for tha pretty lady. 'ows bout... Nah! Surprise 'e!" She thumbed her finger in the direction of the shore shacks. Her company did not come cheap, and she was having an off day. Be it for her to want something for retribution. And Maverick would do almost anything for a pretty face. |  |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2013 6:03:38 GMT
there's a lit cigarette in the hand of my new angel tags: @darcel
notes: Here you go~! <3
Girls like Darcel made life quite simple. Wish it was always like that. Life was a bitch because if it was a slut then it would be way too easy, you know~ Maverick liked simplicity. He honestly didn’t give a shit if it was for the money or for the sheer fact that she wanted to be in his company. The science behind socializing was actually pretty easy if you asked him. Give the pretty lady what she wanted and she’ll stick around for a little while. It wasn’t like he was asking for much. Besides he needed a breather after his private practice session.
“But of course,” he grinned, “Whatever the lady wants. My treat, gorgeous.” He pocketed his guitar pick before slinging his acoustic so it’s strapped to his back. Crimson orbs for eyes looked back at the bluenette. A single hand raised up to brush stray strands tucked behind her ear. The other hand gesturing for them to proceed.
“Don’t you know who you’re hangin’ out with?” he scoffed, but it was playful, “I am all about surprises. If I’m losing my touch then tell me. One of the problem’s with most of society, if you don’t tell someone what the hell they’re doing wrong, then how is they going to improve, you know?” As he continued the small talk, he picked up his feet to walk across the beach side. A deep breath was inhaled taking in the sea salt air. “Been keepin' outta trouble lately?”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2013 1:02:20 GMT
angel with a shotgun! fighting till the war's won - @mav - i apologize for the lateness. And guys like Mav made things easy. Almost too easy. Did she feel bad for taking advantage of him? No and yes. Sometimes, if she was being truthful. But... Darci was by nature an affectionate person. She was playful and didn't mind suddenly grabbing somebody for a hug or tackling them, demanding they tussle. She was a flirt too, but this guy thought he could just put his hands all over her for a few sweet words and some trinket. Half the time she blurted stuff out and didn't mean it. It was programmed into her skull to say anything to get out of trouble. It didn't stop outside of trouble. Sure, Maverick Malloy was cute. There was always a fascination and an attraction toward albinos. People would be lying if they said there wasn't. She just realized something suddenly. And she didn't like it. When Mav leaned in to brush her hair, she allowed it but as soon as he withdrew, Darci whipped out a good left hook and knocked him on the shoulder. Not meant to hurt him. Ha, if she wanted to actually knock some teeth out, she would have really let the guy have it. No no, this was just a friendly punch on the shoulder.
"Whelp, I 'ad to tell ya to buy somethin' " Darcel pointed out, a teasing grin across her face. He could retort back that he was going to do that anyway, but did she see anything on him that could be considered a present? No. Nah. And nope. "Personally, I 'ike that society is piss-poor at 'est. Makes it easier for people 'ike us to move up in 'he world, ya know?"
She offered him a laugh. Whether she was actually serious or not was up to his own mind. To him, it would be. Easier to sell his music to a bunch of mindless drones than to people harsh in the critic department. Not that she didn't think his band was horrible, she was at that jig. They were OK. It was just easier for Mav, that's all, if people just accepted his stardom without question. In a way, I guess, she did have some concerns about this almost-stranger. The music biz was tough. Falling on your ass was the easy route. Falling on your face was more brutal.
When he asked about her staying out of trouble, she glanced back at him but didn't bother stopping in her tracks. The scene from that night played out in her mind. Her, sneaking into his band's jig to pocket some cash. Him, chasing after her. Mav never said anything, never gave an inkling about her being a thief, especially on that night. Sometimes she wondered if he actually knew but didn't care. Darci decided to be truthful. "Got fired from 'ome high class jig. Said I stald 'omething. Didn't. 'Bout ya?"
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