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 Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 5:27 pm
Reumiae did NOT want to be out right now. Delivering strange packages in the middle of the night? To "interesting" strangers? He had no idea where he was going or what he was even doing really, just following the suggestion he'd been given.
Eager to get this task over with and get back to his family, the man ducked into a building nearby to where he'd ended up walking. It turned out that this happened to be a rave - not exactly a place he'd ever bee caught dead at. And yet here he was with a mysterious box to give to some stranger.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 5:40 pm
R.J. was at the rave doing what she did best, providing music for all these people to enjoy, dance, and listen to. Her headphones were on, the special type that drowned out all noise except what was being played through them. Just because these people wanted to lose their hearing at a young age doesn't mean that she did, that, and she could listen to other songs during the current to figure out if it was a good transition or not.
She usually didn't take these gigs during the late night hours much anymore what with Imani and all. Still, these people paid extremely well, much more then her usual rate because they'd had hired her before and wanted every reason for her to say yes. This paycheck alone would pay for rent for at least 4 months, so as long as no other financial obligations popped out of nowhere, perhaps she and Imani could take a trip somewhere nice to get the chill out of their bones.
The music died down for a second as the songs changed, and just as quickly, the bass began thumping again. Another transition perfectly executed.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 5:44 pm
Reumiae was instantly sure he hated this place. The thumping bass made his eardrums pound and though he felt compelled to head towards the DJ, he wasn't at all thrilled about the idea. Getting closer to the source of this horrible racket that younger folk called music was almost enough to make him sick. And to top it off, she wore headphones so he'd have to actually make contact to get her attention.
Nearing the booth enough to tap her on the arm, the man hoped to get her attention long enough to give her the gift.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 6:00 pm
R.J. felt the tap on her arm, thinking it was a person who had a song to request. She removed one of the headphone pieces off her ear so she could get the message yelled into it above the noise. Then she saw the person who did the tapping, or so she assumed because he was the closest to her. He really didn't look like he belonged here in a rave, and his face showed that he didn't want to be.
"Can I help you?" she asked as politely as she could while nearly screaming over the music.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 6:06 pm
Reumiae sighed, shaking his head. "Here, I'm supposed tog ive this to you." the man said, handing her a box. It was hard to shout it above the music but he made himself heard. "It's supposed to turn into a kid or something."
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 6:11 pm
R.J. took the box and sighed. Well, that trip was out, unless this kid magically didn't need to eat, be clothed, or entertained. She really couldn't say no though, especially because she had the feeling she wouldn't be able to convince this guy to take it back, and besides, every child deserves a home. That and Imani had been curious to get a sibling, so it was almost like fate.
"Thanks," she 'said'. "Sorry it couldn't be under a more quiet setting." she said with a nod.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 6:20 pm
Reumiae nodded. "Yes, I wish it were quieter too." he agreed, rubbing his temples and shaking his head. "I have to go now, goodbye." he said, disdainfully heading for the door of this place. He had to get out of here and fast!
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 6:28 pm
"Goodbye," she said, though she knew it fell on deaf ears. She then popped her headphone back on her ear and tucked the box under her table area as she switched over to a new song with a heavy sigh.
Another kid, really? She peered at the box disdainfully every once in a while. Could she really afford another one? Well, she's have to try now.
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