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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:11 pm
Aleister's head snapped over towards Jerry, That wasn't was he was expecting.... specially with Pookie now ranting in his head how adorable is reserved for little snots. "Right... well then..."
He was perhaps a little confused as to what Jerry meant by adorable. Perhaps this needed to discussed later. He shrugged, for now though. It didn't mean he'd be talked into going back on stage, which for him was comforting thought. It totally didn't mean he'd be picked to be part of the band thing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:14 pm
Rin released him.
"You sung good, very good." She grunted.
"That's all I tried to ******** say. This isn't the time or the place for your... quips." She shifted before looking at the group in front of them.
Good. No one noticed. Maybe she'd still make Jerry's band yet.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:14 pm
He looked around, trying to figure out what exactly was happening. There were instruments, notably Otto’s drum set. So maybe they were having an audition, but in the training fields? Huh. Wilson idly noticed Marcus, Clerise, two trainees apparently fighting each other—what.
It was impolite, but he stared. Long and hard. At Rep and Rin. Eyes wide with curious wonder he slowly reached over to tug at Dakota’s sleeves. “What is going on over there…?” His voice trailed off as he pointed to the pair, but there was more than enough time for him to pity Rep as Rin muttered something. Wilson cautiously stepped forward as he nervously piped up, “Um…? Is there something wrong?” Well yes, there was obviously something wrong. They were arguing over something. There were instruments all over the place. Dakota’s ridiculous dancing and whatever else. He was so, so confused. “Maybe you should break it up...?” Thankfully it seemed to be over and he ran away before he could be pulled into something worse, quietly muttering a hasty 'nevermind.'
Wilson sure picked the best day to come to the training fields.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:22 pm
Clerise, wishing she had some popcorn, watched Rin and Rep beeline away, snickering lightly to herself.
God. She woulda killed to see what that was all about. Way to go, Rin. The redhead made a mental note to hang out with her, red eyes honed in on how she dragged him rather forcibly across the field.
And, she noted how docile he'd become. Like a goddamn barky dog that'd been shushed. Huh.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:22 pm
He irritably tried to rearrange his hair into some semblance of order, looking ruffled. "Yeah yeah man, whatever." He shrugged dismissively, apparently back to normal. Somewhere in the scuffle he'd forgotten his broody self pitying little spiral he was in.
He looked around as if finding his bearings again.
"Ooone sec." he stated to Rin before finally marching over to Harrison and poking him in the shoulder.
"What's with the ******** glasses?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:23 pm
Dakota stopped his dancing as his bro came to join him before biting into the doughnut. He chewed for awhile before swallowing as he eyed the two trainee's.....
"Dun know. But If its Rep, I am sure he pissed the pretty lady off." He took another bite and chewed again....and watched as Wilson went over to break it up.
Daw, Wilson, Dakota could only swell in pride at his brother. Such a good natured older brother. He waited for Wilson to come back and patted him on the head.
"Your a good guy Wilson, Your a good guy." DAKOTA IS NOT SURE WHY YOU ASSOCIATE WITH HIM NOW WILSON.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:33 pm
"Oh come on, I told both you guys. I'm attempting to unravel the ******** mysteries of the universe," Harrison replied, unstrapping the guitar, before B0nez had a conniption over the medium score ranking from Jerry.
"The glasses are definitely a factor."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:36 pm
"Been better, been worse," Jude said with an amazing lack of anger and annoyance in his voice but his expression was still that flat unamused one that had been brought on by the somewhat impromptu diddy that Marcus had decided to share.
"How're you holding up?" He asked.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:42 pm
Dakota’s doughnut did not go unnoticed. Wilson glanced at the younger boy, but quickly did a double take to stare at the doughnut. Confusion and slight dismay spread across his face. “How did you…” What. Who had brought doughnuts to the training field? Wilson wanted doughnuts too. Were there any left? He looked around a couple times but didn’t find any leftover. His shoulders slumped. How disappointing.
He still smiled, albeit weirded out, when Dakota patted him on the head. It was weird to be patted on the head. He was twenty-two, for Pete’s sake. The last time someone had done that to him was probably when he was in elementary school. “My friends used to tell me that a lot,” Wilson replied as he casually swatted Dakota’s hand away from his head. “I’m not that good of a guy.” Wilson wasn’t sure why he was friends with Dakota either, but they were friends and he wasn’t going to question that. NEVER QUESTION THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP.
It was a delayed reaction, but he finally remembered the flyers plastered around the facility. “Oh that’s right. Is this for that band-slash-choir thing?” Wilson asked Dakota. He threw him a “Really, Dakota?” look. So that was what the dancing and Nsync had been for? Wilson was unimpressed.
…if he auditioned would he magically get a doughnut? Even if there seemed to be none left? Wilson eyed a stray tambourine on the ground with a contemplative look. Too bad he still hadn’t get a new viola yet.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:43 pm
Rep gave Harrison a blank, confused look, in the moment he looked baffled receiving a bit of information from Tracey.
<> He instantly regretted this question as Tracey obligingly replayed a few mental images he didn't ever want to repeat.<>
<>
<< We talked about this mental image thing. What did I say?>>
<>
"So.. you don't actually wear glasses? You look like a ******** geek, just by the way. Or a ******** hipster. Its not a good look." Even if it was a good look Rep was in one of his usual contrary moods.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:53 pm
"You just got no appreciation for a proper investigation," Harrison said.
But alright, additional note, Rep: Not into glasses.
+10 JER resist, B0nez added.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:56 pm
After shooting Wilson a surprisingly playful little smirk and wink she seemed to indeed be waiting. Quietly. Patiently. It however did not stop her from enjoying the conversations of all mingling in the air.
Eavesdropping if you will.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:57 pm
"If you start wearing sweaters and s**t, I'm not going to be your friend any more." Such a terrible threat.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 12:02 am
A shurg and the moon trainee sat beside Jude. "True, could be stuck in a room that is a giant a** maze of mirrors. That is always fun right?" Marcus never wanted another maze every again. "******** mazes." He got out quickly, but he rather wanted to never re-live those..events. "But I'm doing good. Working on more moon oriented things and keeping up with my training. Dealing with Julie. But-" He smiled. "Didn't tell me you got a promotion. When'd that happen?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 12:05 am
"Also got no appreciation for hand-knitted material? We just can't ******** talk to each other."
Clearly the investigation was leading Harrison down a dark and nerdy path.
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