|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 11:43 pm
"Think about your motivation. My friends are my motivation, for example," As cliche as it probably sounded, "Well... I guess Mac is Mac. But would you rather have fired at the ghoul?" She imagined that her boilfriend probably enjoyed torturing training Mot.
"At least you know the root of the problem!" She nodded, "So we can fix it... Somehow." How do you raise a boil's confidence?
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 11:56 pm
Mot frowned some more. Ugh.. motivation. He had very little of that lately too. "Guns just come naturally to me. My weapon is just as powerful as my fist. I just..." He just hated punching a ghoul. It felt wrong! He sighed, defeated.
"Can we?" he smirked, then chuckled lightly. "Well.. maybe? I don't know how though."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:36 am
"There, there," Lizzy patted Mot on his shoulder, chuckling lightly as she lightly headbutted his arm; she understood why he would be against raising his hand against a ghoul... He was a gentleman, after all. To be honest, she was just teasing him at this point.
"You need more self confidence!" She nodded, "But how do we achieve that..." Lapsing into silence, the ghoul looked up at her big brother, "Doing something in front of an audience, maybe?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 12:06 pm
"Nooooo! We did that! Remember? It was horrible!" Mot frowned, his hands fidgeting with his vest. "I'm not cut out for the stage."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 12:13 pm
"Someone once told someone on a show on skelevision that to be a performer, you must be willing to make an a-double-s of yourself! This means that once you achieve that, you can do anything," Lizzy might had sparkled a little at the prospects, "Come on Mot! Your resolve is stronger than that, right?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 12:19 pm
"Not really, nope!" Mot insisted.
All of the nopes.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 12:29 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 12:33 pm
"Aaaah! Noooo don't say bro!" Mot cried, hands at his head now. "A lady does not say bro! That is what jocks say! Lizzy is no jock!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 12:36 pm
"I WILL STOP SAYING BRO WHEN YOU GET ON STAGE TO PERFORM," She flailed her arms, and then, to make her plea more effective, added for extra measure, "BRO!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 12:40 pm
"OKAY FINE!" Mot huffed and crossed his arms. "But in return you are banned from saying Bro in my presence!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 12:43 pm
"DEAL!" Lizzy cheered, raising both arms in the air, "YOU SHALL SING AND DANCE IN FRONT OF AN AUDIENCE, AND MAKE A FOOL OUT OF YOURSELF, BUT YOU SHALL NOT CARE FOR YOU ARE MOT! AND A MOT IS A CONFIDENT YOUNG MAN!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 12:46 pm
"Wait what!? Sing and dance?!!?" Her long sentence had him staring in absolute horror. "NO i do not want to make a fool of myself because I DO care! Mot is not a confident young man!" He whined, hunching in posture. looking terribly pathetic.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 1:04 pm
"But why?" Lizzy squatted down beside Mot, peering at him, "I mean... Maybe if you just... Let yourself go?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 1:07 pm
"Let myself go?" Mot asked, wording it as if it were entirely foreign to him. "But.. people will be staring. Watching.. judging..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 7:40 am
"Yes, let yourself go. It gets easier after the first time..." Lizzy nodded sagely, giving Mot a pat on his head, "I mean, one of the first times I had to get on stage to perform was for Battle of the Bands, and it was nerve-wracking to have to get up in front of the judges and the other performers! But once you start looking away from that and having fun, you stop worrying about-"
She paused, eyes widening in what appeared to be excitement. Her mouth opened, but what came out sounded like a strangled 'ahhhh', rather than actual words. She had also started to furiously pat him on his back, "The Battle of the Bands! Isn't, uh, the Music Club hosting one? I saw a poster the other day! Maybe we could join that? I could play the guitar, and you could..." She stared expectantly at Mot, giving him her cutest look, encouraging him to finish her sentence for her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
