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ATTN: Angel and Roger (if you so choose...) - Measure in love...
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Days of Inspiration: A Rent RPG
Wed, Dec. 6th, 2006 09:15 pm
ATTN: Angel and Roger (if you so choose...)

Mimi slid the window open and poked her head out. The air was cold, but not biting, and for once it actually felt good on her face. The past few days had been tense to say the least, and her little apartment had begun to feel claustrophobic with so much emotion bouncing around between the paper thin walls. She looked back inside for a moment, smiled at Angel, and hooked one leg over the windowsill, climbing catlike out onto the fire escape.

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theonesong
theonesong
Roger Davis
Wed, Mar. 15th, 2006 03:47 am (UTC)

Roger walked out on to the fire escape, fender in hand. He sat down and leaned back. The cold air flowed over him, as his fingers gently picked out a random melody. He wished he had the will to actually play, to try to write songs again, but there was always that underlying thought: Why? Why bother you're only going to.. going to..

He played a little louder, and watched his white breath in the air.


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noname1123
Mimi Marquez
Fri, Mar. 17th, 2006 12:52 am (UTC)

Mimi felt her heart speed up at the sound, all thoughts of anything else existing in the world immediately vanishing from her mind. She'd hardly even gotten a good look at the boy upstairs in the two weeks she'd lived there, but there was something addictive about the sound of his voice. He knew the kind of pain she'd grown up with.


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theonesong
theonesong
Roger Davis
Sun, Mar. 19th, 2006 11:21 pm (UTC)

((ooc: sorry for the delay wasn't sure if I should reply next or if Angel would or not))

Roger stopped playing, let the melody fade into the cold night. He leaned back and sighed.

Sometimes the days are too slow and the nights too fast.

He really wished he could let the past go, but... he just couldn't leave it behind. Couldn't leave her behind. Couldn't forget for long enough that he was dying to enjoy what little time he had left. There had to be some point... some universal concept that he was missing. Something to give him a reason to keep going... but what?


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noname1123
Mimi Marquez
Mon, Mar. 20th, 2006 12:45 am (UTC)

Mimi gestured for Angel to come outside. Feeling suddenly bold in the presence of her best friend, she hooked one leg over the edge of the fire escape and leaned as far out over it as she could. The view of the level above her was still mostly obscured by the bottom of the platform, but she did manage to make out a pair of booted feet.

"Hey, rocker boy!" The words were out of her mouth before she had a chance to think twice; she had always had a tendency to get caught up in the rush of the moment. "Play us some more!"


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theonesong
theonesong
Roger Davis
Mon, Mar. 20th, 2006 04:03 am (UTC)

What the hell?

Roger stood, guitar cradled in hand. Who...? He made tentative steps towards the edge of the fire escape, glanced down and saw a beautiful girl on the fire escape below. Fuck! Roger walked backwards so fast that he slammed into the window a little.

He swallowed, looked at the sky. I should go...inside... He hadn't realized anyone was listening, damnit, he wouldn't have played if... He shouldn't play... but then...

His hands grasped the guitar and slowly moved over the strings, playing a little of Muzetta's waltz despite himself... after all, he was a performer first and foremost. And he couldn't resist when asked.

God, what are you doing? Roger stopped playing, glanced down though he couldn't see anything with the platform in the way, and turned back into the loft, trying to get that beatiful face he'd seen for half a second out of his head.


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noname1123
Mimi Marquez
Tue, Mar. 21st, 2006 03:24 am (UTC)

Mimi froze as she heard the movement from above; she knew he must be able to see her, and the thought sent a thrill down her spine. She'd always liked having people look at her. She'd realized somewhere around middle school that boys stared when she dressed a certain way, bent her legs just so. She'd managed to scrounge up a meager living from putting herself in the spotlight at the club. Only now, at the sound of movement from above, she felt her cheeks burn.

What the hell is happening to me? First Benny and now this?


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