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The Wizarding World Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 2:44 pm
 A junk shop with shelves piled high with random articles. You can lose hours picking through this stuff.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 12:20 pm
Josh had decided to quit school less than a week ago but his mind was still buzzing. So much had happened in such a short period of time. Life changing. Everything seemed very different now and he was fighting over whether he had made the right choices because of it. Important decisions were already made, though, and he couldn't really go back on them now.
He had to leave the Loft. It was Saturday which meant there was stuff to do plus the weather was nicer than usual (for London that simply meant rain wasn't currently pouring down). Ana was the only one hanging around and he still felt sort of awkward hanging out with just her, especially now that she was rather persistant about him going back to school. He had his phone still, anyways, in case anyone decided to call. But he had no inclination to make contact with anyone himself.
It was weird thinking of not having to go back. He didn't need the knowledge of magic anyhow, wasn't good at it. If ti weren't for Godfrey he wouldn't have passed at all. He had always wanted a life of music, a bandlife. And now he had it, even if he was just a sort of 'filler' he knew it wouldn't be just that. Couldn't be just that because he had bigger things in mind.
Mostly he felt bad about leaving Godfrey. But Godfrey liked school, was good at making friends and already had a good few of them. He couldn't and wouldn't have Godfrey leave school as well. Godfrey would go far with an education in magic, perhaps go on to do things Josh could only imagine.
Josh wasn't even sure of that situation. He had kind of been vague about his wording of things. He loved Godfrey but for now, until he himself got his barings, he couldn't be with him. They could probably see each other often enough if they tried but Josh didn't want that. He wanted to focus on the band, the music. Maybe that was selfish. He couldn't tell for sure. He had been feeling himself drifting from Godfrey ever since being accepted into the band. It was better this way for now.
All these thoughts muddled into a thick paste in his mind. He figured a day rifling through junk was just what wasin order. Junk and thrift shops were his favorite type of store. A disarray of trash and treasure. You never knew what you might find.
The shop itself was kind of shady looking on the outside but inside there were bright flourescent lights. He was currently shifting through a semi-arranged shelf that had pull-out trays. Missing puzzle pieces, old pez dispensers with cartoon heads, cheap fast food toys.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 12:53 pm
*Reaches around Josh, black nails glinting as nimble fingers snatch up a Woodstock Pez dispenser before the teen can even look at it.*
I'll take that, thanks. *Talking around his cigarette, hair somehow not being burned by it as it hangs over his face, the inky locks parting enough like curtains for the smoldering paper at the corner of his mouth*
The ******** are you doin' here, eh? Bitches like you ain't got s**t for green. *Teases as he smirks and steps back a bit so the youth can turn around and face him* S'up?
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 1:13 pm
He made a feeble attempt at grabbing at the pez dispenser as it left his grasp, not really having any sort of reaction time as he didn't expect someone to be grabbing anything from him.
"Hey~" Josh could tell it was Reg straight off. The smell of his smoke was unique and already something of a comforting scent. His voice, too, couldn't really be mistaken.
"Reg, the hell did you find me? M'really that predictable, huh?" Josh turned and stood up straighter, already nearly a foot taller than Reg. "Was just looking anyhow... it's fun just to look and like, if I find something good usually I bury it somewhere deep to maybe find later, heh."
"I didn't know you were out for the weekend, man. What we got going on, nothing? Missed you though." He breathed deep the cigarette smoke, all previous thoughts wiped clean.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 5:58 pm
You missed me? Y'just bored, baby. *He continued to tease, settling the little bit of Woodstock plastic into the pocket of his hoodie before he took the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled the smoke in a long sigh, directing the flow away from Josh by turning his face*
Not a s**t ton. Gotta go back Sunday night, not Monday morning as per usual. Keep ********' up, I guess. *He shrugged, watching the teenager with a cocked, pierced brow*
You an' Lo keepin' busy? I keep asking him if he's takin' care of the baby, make sure you eat, don't piss on the floor an' s**t. Reckon, s'alright so far, yeah?
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:52 pm
"Maybe, but I think of you a lot. Know you're having way less fun than I am. What they got you doing there anyways, finger painting out all your feelings or something?" Josh smiled, really eying the journey of the Pez dispenser into Reg's pocket.
"If you just got better at finger painting maybe you would be out of there already." Josh tried to sound serious, scuffing his boot on the floor just to hear it squeak. He really wanted that cigarette. He stared at Reg's lips for perhaps a bit longer than was necessary, thinking his mouth must taste just like that smoke.
"But yeah, it's been alright. It's not like I'm a little kid, man, you don't gotta worry about changing my diapers, jeez. 'Lo is really chill."
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:11 pm
Mostly been hanging out on the beach, playin' poker with all my fellow murdering buddies. *He followed Josh's gaze to his pocket and then to his mouth, purposely rolling the cigarette to the opposite corner so he could quickly lick the one the other was so eagerly watching*
Y' too big to fit there, Joshie. *He purred, giving a little tug to his pants pocket with his thumb*
'Less you want somethin' else. Dunno what you kids are into. *He shoved him playfully, though it was obvious he enjoyed the boyish attention span and where it was being directed*
And as if you don't like the ********' attention. b***h, please.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:26 pm
"Sounds fun..." Josh trailed off a bit, biting his own lip.
"Huh? No, I guess not but... well you could probably fit in mine. If they weren't so tight." Josh scrunched his nose and stuck out his tongue, flailing and stumbling at the light shove. Like some sort of weird Weeble wobble whatever the ******** those doll things were called.
"Something else? Hah, like what? Kids are into..." Josh laughed and shook his head a bit. "What does that even mean?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:31 pm
*He rolled his eyes and took a few more steps back.*
Actually, just about everythin' I just said was a sexual innuendo, y'know what them are, Joshie?
*The singer laughed and shook his head, glancing around the shop as he leaned back on his heels for a moment, considering something*
S'alright. I'll go slower so you can keep up, baby. 'm just ********' with you.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:42 pm
"Aw come on, Reg. I got that, obviously. In case you didn't notice I was innuendo-ing back, jerk." Josh half smirked, still shaking his head. "I'm sure I can keep up just fine. M'good at going with the flow. How you think I ended up here in the first place?"
Josh kept one eye on Reg, distractedly grabbing up a little squirt gun from one of the piles next to him. It was a keychain for some god forsaken reason like anyone would be caught with a palm sized watergun clipped to their keys. "Don't pretend like I don't know this s**t, if you were worried about my innocence I wouldn't ever been in this band to start."
Josh smiled more, pressing the little plastic orange trigger on the gun. A puff of stale air that smelled of mold came out but nothing else.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:51 pm
Most everyone thinks I let you in just to corrupt this supposed innocence. ********, would they laugh if they knew the most I got was watching your lanky arse stumble around. *He grinned and relaxed into the somewhat rough playing.*
The ******** do you want to do this weekend, eh? Think we should hit up a club or two, go shake our money makers... S'more fun drunk, but I can actually go do the a** shakin' thing without getting into trouble with anyone.
Just no promiscuous outings and no doing anything harder than coffee and cigarettes. S's**t, man. s**t.
You want that? *He gestured to the gun, arching a pierced brow* S'kind nifty, ain't it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:03 pm
"Stumbling around is what I do best. Well, almost." Josh thought on that comment, the idea that people he never even met or knew were talking about him. "Am I in the mags and stuff already? Not even did a show yet." He was aware of his horribly poor english in that last but let it go. "Heh."
"We can do anything, yeah. Club sounds good, sure you know better places to go for music than me. I can be your pseudo bodyguard, hitting fans off with a stick and the like. Cuz I know how you must hate the fans crawling all over you."
Josh looked hard at the gun for a moment, thinking. "Nah, I don't want it. I just always liked how they were such obnoxious colors like that, as if someone is gunna actually think it's a real gun or something..." He twirled it once on it's little keychain, sending it flying back over his head to land in some other pile. "Just a piece of junk."
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:13 pm
You don't check on our website do you? The kids in the forums are pretty irate. Say I'm hurting the band because I want your juicy boy a**.
*He watched the gun fly off into another pile.*
Somethin' like that.
You don't want the fans on me? You used to be a fan.
Now ********' Digi-volved.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:27 pm
"Really just not that into computers... I always feel stupid trying to use them because I don't know like, anything. So yeah, nope... though I woulda guessed as much if you asked me to guess." Josh nodded, wishing he had a monocle or tophat or something. "Quite right. Juicy boy a**."
"Didn't exactly say that. Maybe I just like having an excuse to hit people with sticks?"
Josh shrugged a bit. "Metal ******** GrayJoshmon."
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:34 pm
*A delighted grin caught his features and he took a final drag before passing it to Josh*
Metal ********' GrayJoshmon, s'right.
Y' can't hit people with sticks. I'll get in trouble for that too, ya know. I'm already "ruining your future" or some s**t, but the way I see it ya woulda done that anyway. This way you might last a few more years than if you was unattended.
So, wanna go wandering until Lo wakes up and finds us? Saw the three of us should get somethin' to eat when he's up. Pancakes, maybe.
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