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 Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 4:53 am
"You need the heavy-duty sons of bitches," she said professionally, "the ones DJs wear, that go around the back of the head. You could mow a lawn with those things on and never hear the mower."
Where they'd get those, though, was a mystery.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 6:48 am
"I got ten bucks left," he said as he took the bag. "I doubt I'm going to get anything good. These will work for one listen," he decided, ignoring the stuttered question from the checkout guy. No he didn't want all the money in the register.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:04 pm
Jace snickered in a charming, understanding way at the checkout guy's reaction; once the CD player was safely in a plastic bag and they were out of the shop, she winked at him, stretching her hands behind her back. "Never thought about the ol' five-finger-discount?" she said, never mind that she'd actually never stolen anything in her life. (It was Wisp who was the childhood criminal: as a tiny baby, she had, unbeknownst to her mother, stolen exactly three grapes from a store.)
"Also," she said, "you can do me a favour, Deakon."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:11 pm
"I think he's rather attached to his fingers, actually," Chris said, misunderstanding her meaning. "Besides, if I was going to break something it'd be bigger than that."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:15 pm
Jacoba filed this away for future reference in case Chris decided to do a face-heel turn and become a supervillain: he'd probably be a damn sight better at it than he would be a superhero. She passed by a mall kiosk, rummaged for some money in her pocket, and bought two Cokes; then she wound her way about the mall until she came to a small lonely section near a shop being refurbished. There wasn't anyone around, even mall cops, and there was a plug. Plugs were pretty free, and it meant you didn't even have to buy batteries, which the CD player sure as hell hadn't come with; she flopped down by it and jerked her head.
"Put it on," she said, "nobody comes this way, it's all shitty stores and the Tie Rack."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:22 pm
He hesitated, not mentioning that he had bought the cheap, crappy batteries from the store for that. The plug in was fine. He pulled the cd out again once he had sat down and popped it into the player, putting the headphones on upside down, so the plastic curve hung under his chin.
Then he pushed play. The music made him stop, his eyes widening as the duel voices sang a capella, dancing over his spine before rock music started pounding in the background.
It was another one like him. And he. Was. AWESOME.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:37 pm
Jace tossed one of the bottles to Chris, listening intently; the lyrics were as reasonably bad as he had implied they were, which was excellent in her opinion, and the singer really wasn't bad. The singer sounded a hell of the same as Christian, too, and the rhythm was catchy, and it was pure rock.
"Niiice," she said, and took a swig off her Coke. "Dig the bass player, listen to him."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:40 pm
He nodded, listening intently as something in the back of his mind started to unlock. He didn't notice it, he was thinking something else. "I... you know... I think I wanna start a band," he said slowly.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:47 pm
"What kind of band?" she said, taking another long swig from her bottle. "Because the only acceptable answer at this point is 'rock' because everything else is retarded."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:50 pm
"I want to sing rock," he said. "But old school rock, like Jimi Hendrix, and... I have no idea how to play instruments."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 6:10 pm
"So get a guitar." Jace mimed her own guitar, hand on the fret, strumming. "Only way to go, dude, unless you want the drums. Two guitars, a singer, drums. That's all you need."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 6:13 pm
"I want to sing," he said. "I can sing, you know. Good enough, that is." He played the next song, thinking about it. "You know anyone that plays the drums and stuff?"
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 6:18 pm
"Nope," she said, "I only know one goddamn rad guitar player. Me."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 6:21 pm
"Then we'll have auditions," Chris said, turning off the cd player and putting it in his bag. "And I know exactly how to do them now. But do you want to be in my band or not?"
He realized something abruptly. "Wisp is going to be mad."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 6:36 pm
"Yep," said Jace, satisfied. "I'm so in."
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