[PRP] Violence to Vinyl Tracks { Arthur & Juno }

[Saint-Cinq]

THIS IS A PRIVATE ROLEPLAY BETWEEN
Arthur Kensington (Pendragon) and Juno Tsing (Sharp Shooter).

where :: Ronth: Microgroove Records
when :: late morning

 

[Saint-Cinq]

Even though most of his time was spent away at school, Arthur couldn't shirk his duty to find suitably hidden and relatively quiet record and music store to patronize and bask in. It was not a bookstore, but Arthur was still very happy to be there.

Microgroove Records was off the beaten track in Ronth, not shady enough to warrant wary shopkeepers, but in a low-income enough section of the region so that while the disaffected teen behind the counter blearily thumbed through the latest music magazine, the beady eyes of shop cameras could be seen poking over shelves, red and ready. The shop itself had two levels, a high-tech lower floor in which costumers could find expensive electronics and CDs, and the upper level in which there were a few listening stations and boxes and boxes of LPs and 12-inch records to browse through.

Arthur's parents had more than happily supported their child's interest in old music players-- as proud Upper Sewitans, they were pleased that their normally techno-happy and trend-monitoring progeny was casting his eye to the past-- and had gotten him a phonograph that he had precariously transported to the Academy. Arthur was voracious when it came to the pursuit of hipness, and therefore was anxious to acquire some new, old records that no one within a hundred mile radius had heard of except himself.

His fingers flicked over the covers lazily, trawling through the boxes. Outside, a few voices filtered through the shop's open windows as passersby walked and called out to each other in the alley. A shady duo leaned against one wall and snickered, pointing occasionally, but made no movement.  

[Shnazz]

It had simply been one of those days when Juno needed an outing all by himself. Though somehow on quite a few occasions, he had ended up being followed or had bumped into some new and interesting stranger to take care of or had some sort of villainy to beat up. Was today any different? He was certainly hoping for that to be the case as he strolled through a music shop in downtown Ronth called Microgroove Records.

Juno had a great appreciation for music, perhaps more than great, as he was a dancer at heart. Flipping through some of his favorite sections of CDs like hip hop and jazz and among various other things from rock to metal, he wasn't picky. Juno had just made it to the stairs that would lead him curiously up into old-music-machine land. The sign told him there were literally old records up there, and though he didn't have one of those fancy record players... He was still interested in seeing what kinds of music he could find on those old vinyl disks. He might even buy one, granted he would never be able to listen to it.

But as he lifted his foot to take the first step up, through the level window beside him he could just make out through the musty dust covered glass two gang-like figures cornering someone out in the alley. They were making snide remarks and snickering. Of course Juno knew what he was supposed to do now.

Pulling his hood up, sliding his signature shades out of his pocket, and popping them on, Juno nonchalantly walked over to the window. It looked rusty and like it hadn't been opened in ages... He wondered if he'd even be able to open it. Giving the handle a jiggle and a pull and a hard yank in the end, he managed to get it a crack open. Now using both his hands, he pulled it up as far as he could which ended up being only about ten inches. Staring at it ominously, he wondered if he'd be able to get through that.... Maybe.

"Hey, what's up guys?" He called out to the shady duo while leaning his elbow cooly on the windowsill. "I hope you're not bothering mah man over there." Pointing in that general direction. The glass had been dirty so Juno hadn't gotten a clear view of the person yet, and he hoped that it was indeed a man about to be mugged so as not to seem mistaken.  

[Saint-Cinq]

Arthur's attention drifted over to the conversation that the two men and the newcomer were having. He squinted his eyes through his glasses and looked through the window of the second floor, watching as the men, who had seemed to be cornering someone, turned to the man who had approached them (and here Arthur had to blink-- did that person really have blonde hair with a black steak? ) and began to laugh.

"What, you got business with him, Stripe?" One of the men snickered. "Look, just leave him with us, he's a friend." His partner laughed, as though the first man had just made a very funny joke. Both of them were dressed in dark jeans and shirts, and their eyes bore a gleam of indignation, clearly telling Juno that if he didn't clear out, then he would get what was coming to him. Meanwhile, the man who was blocked off behind them shook his head frantically, his own eyes pleading with the stranger not to leave.

Arthur watched the scene and then tsked at with some slight nervousness. He hastily put down the record that he was looking at and began to rush down the stairs. He had a bad feeling that the man with the strange hair was going to try and stop them all by himself. Arthur, naturally, had not met Juno yet on the island, and was not aware that the man probably could have handled it himself. He was trying to think of what objects he might summon to help him out, trying not to be nervous, and trying not to get too mad at a man whom he presumed was just a passerby trying to save the day that he would have to rescue.

But when he tried to get out the door, he found that there was a huge line in front of the cash register he had to worm his way through. "Hey! Excuse me, I need to get through!" He grunted inelegantly, pushing through the mass of people as best he could. He hoped that the man and the thugs wouldn't escalate things until he got there, but he had a bad feeling they would. "Ugh, just move!"  

[Shnazz]

"Oooooh! Stripe. That's a new one." Juno snirked with a grin, clearly being sarcastic. Like he hadn't heard such a blatant jab at him before; it really made him laugh. Especially coming from your very typical looking thugs that seemed to float around endlessly in Ronth.

"And what if I said... I don't think either of you have very capable hands? See, my friend there is really high maintenance. You're biting off a bit more than you can chew." Juno's tone was completely nonchalant as he continued to keep the men occupied with words as he tried to figure out how to get through this sliver of a window.

Taking a step back, he delicately rolled himself forward through the opening, landing on his hands and sort of flipped himself back onto his feet. "Now, myself on the other hand... I think I'm pretty easygoing." He said while brushing himself off from whatever dust he'd collected getting through that old window.

At the moment, Juno was entirely unaware of the fact that back inside the store was a teenage boy thinking he was in danger. He continued his verbal taunting at the muggers, trying to agitate them enough to attack him etc.