Was an RP, adapted to a solo because the other character was given away. smile
Word Count 1144
Leora flipped through folder after folder of glossy black labels, looking for something that would fit the setting of her parents B & B. Leora had an eye for what was worth something, or its value. Music wasn't exactly her strong point, but then again, she wasn't trying to ferret out something valuable out of a pile of maybes.
She was just looking for some music to play on the record player, classical preferably, for when the old ladies that came to the B & B in the afternoons for tea. They didn't care for the radio or CD players, and they establishment had a beautiful and working antique record player. So why not put it to use?
So this was the third record store she had visited, this particular one looked run down on the outside.... and just as run down on the inside. Walls were covered from floor to ceiling in what she could only imagine was layer upon layer of posters, the records were housed in what she could only assume were probably milk crates? Slathered in stickers and posters.
The whole place smelt very much like what she was assured was incense, but that wasn't something she believed for an instant. If it were for the fact that this place housed some of the best customer service she had ever had, she would have walked right out. But the fact was, the proprietor DID know his stuff, and was genuinely nice and attentive, even if he did sway a little on his feet. Another woman noticed her faint frown and wondered over, asking her if she needed help
The young woman, who also happened to be completely decked out in ribbons and lace, a veritable poster woman for Lolita fashion, was holding two records and eyeing them with a frown. The shop owner had floated off to attend another young man in the shop, leaving her looking very perplexed.
She tilted her head a voice addressed her, turning pink eyes to the young woman, who honestly couldn't be much older then her, but looked completely at ease here, even if her clothing set her apart from what Leora would consider the usual patrons.
" Ah yes... I for the life of me, cannot figure out what the difference between these two albums are. They are the same artist, the same playlist.... is it just the cover art? " She shrugged, looking from between the two albums at the other, venturing a small smile. Leora didn't often like dealing with other people, but this girl seemed genuinely sweet.
" Music is not my forte. I found an amazing antique record player, but I have no records. It is sort of new territory for me."
The girl introduced herself as "Em" and helped her pick out the better off two albums that she had been eyeballing. Really, was there any difference between a anniversary edition or not? Was it worth the extra money?
" Well then, that settles it. " She set the other back, handling the chosen album with care. ' Thank you for the help, Em. I'm Leora Healy " She said with a small nod of her head.
A small grin cracked across her face, the girls discomfort was charming " Oh you would be surprised, I quite enjoy classical. Once upon a time I wanted desperately to learn to play the piano. It just never happened. "
Leora knew well enough when someone was being catty, and when someone was just trying to make conversation. Em striked her as one of those rare people in the world who were just genuinely nice, but ended up stumbling over her own tongue. It was cute. An Innocent sort of kindness that wasn't there to try and get something out of someone, no false pretenses.
" You on the other hand, seem to appear perfectly comfortable here. I am going to take a guess and assume you are a regular in the vinyl album scene. " The other girl smiled and started chatting comfortably. Apparently a local artist herself she was always on the hunt for new music and places to play her own.
Leora understood the desire to share one's craft with others. She loves to sew, many of her clothing were creations of her own, beautiful Frankenstein creations altered beyond recognition from their original pieces. It was one of the reasons she would visit fashion shows or conventions that featured anything related to her style. She could only imagine the desire was even stronger for something that was such a group activity such as music.
" I'm sure you'll find someone, You could always try the music hall in the music section of DCU. Sometimes I study there just because of the music "
Leora also turned to another milk crate, wrinkling her nose when it turned out to be a misplaced crate filled with metal albums, and picking another on the other side of Em. Leora's lips twitched in a grin " It's alright, sometimes its nice to just listen to someone else talk. " She said, plucking out a record or two that looked like the held promise.
" Ah well, there isn't anything terribly interesting " at least nothing terribly interesting that she could tell. Negaverse excluded. " My Family runs Bella Luna, the Bed and Breakfast in old town? " She continued to flip through the crate " So I work part time there and attend DCU. We have this beautiful antique record player we managed to nab at an estate auction, but until now we have only had one record, so I figured I would try and find something to expand out selection. "
Leora paused in thought for a moment " Its mostly vacationers, but there are a lot of people who come just for the breakfast, mostly some of the older ladies from the neighborhood, but if your ever interested or want an audience, I'm sure you could come play at the B&B. " She cracked a grin " I cant give you someone to play with but I can offer a proverbial flock of old ladies to ooh and aah at you. "
Leora, having been the subject of their idle old lady gossip had been wracking her brain, trying to come up with something to distract the old ladies with. The last thing she needed was then focusing all of their attentions on her. Not that she didn't like them, indeed she cared a great deal for many of them, but she did not need to be having to worry all the time about being the soul focus of their affections.
The girl seemed excited, and they exchanged information. How great would it be to not have a dozen eyes on her, old women trying to live vicariously through the petite blonde who served the tea and cookies in the afternoon. Leora paid for her purchases and left to go home, a pleased smile on her face
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