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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 8, 2010 21:11:30 GMT
"Yeah. Like Ill care!" he said with a smirk and a laugh. "Turn me into a vegetable? Ill tell 'em to pull the plug. Living really doesnt mean that much to me, love."
Braxton stood and pulled the list out of his back pocket.
"Uhm. I need some new sticks. And a new bass peddle. Maybe a new cybal, but I doubt it. I just really need some new sticks. And my peddle is worn." He shoved the notepad back into his pocket and sat back down, taking another bite out of his burger. He popped another fry into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. Was that really all he needed? There was something else, something in the back of his mind, on the tip of his tounge. And he just couldnt quite catch it.
Guitar picks? No.
Guitar strings? No... Well at least he didnt think he needed any..
"Hmph.." he mumbled, munching on another fry.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 8, 2010 21:24:19 GMT
She smiled and shrugged, as he spoke of death like it was no thing. It seemed to feel a little like it was dangerously close to a dark thought, but instead she covered it with a smile. "I know the feeling." she said, the sparkle in her eyes dimming for a moment as she clutched onto her fork, twirling it around in her hands.
She smiled at his long list of musical insturments, not really understanding a lot of it but she had heard other people around her mentioning these things. "You just play drums, or are you a general music freak?" she asked, not sure exactly how to put it.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 8, 2010 21:33:40 GMT
Braxton smiled. Freak. What a way to put it.
"Well, I do play guitar too. Lead. But Im not as good at it as I am at drums. I tend to snap the strings rather than play them, if you get my drift. I have a friend who plays. Whenever he comes to visit, we usually disturb the neighbors." He finished off his hamburger, but continued to work on the fries and the coke. He plucked them from his plate, one by one, and dipped them in the ketchup before putting them in his mouth.
"Do you play anything?" He said, eating another fry then taking a sip of his drink.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 8, 2010 21:43:21 GMT
She ate a few more of the french fries before finally turning to the burger, ripping pieces of rather than actually biting the whole thing, a nervous habit she had when eating around those she wasn't used to eating around.
She grinned and shrugged, "I'm pretty tone death." she told him, "I've tried almost every instrument possible; violin, keyboard, guitar, drums.... the only one I've ever managed is singing and that's barely good enough for the shower." she said, feeling her cheeks lightly blushing. "Some people just aren't cut out for music. My dad's amazing, always on his guitar, but I-I never could..." she said, putting her hands around her cold glass.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 10, 2010 1:37:19 GMT
Braxton ate the last of his fries and continued to sip on his drink, waiting patiently for the girl to finish. He looked down at the menu again, looking to see if there was anything sweet he could order to munch on.
"That sounds about right. Some people cant play anything for crap on a cracker. But you know why? Thats because they didnt have the proper training. With a little help, anyone can do anything. Except maybe draw. Thats the one thing that cant be taught. It must be acquired." He flipped to the next page of the menu, finally finding the deserts.
"Hm. Wanna split a brownie?" He said hopefully. His mother had always told him his stomach was an abyss. He could eat her out of house and home. Which could be another reason why she had married that bastard and up and left him at this place. She was going to get her day. But that man was going first...
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 1:51:56 GMT
She shrugged, finding herself disagreeing with him, "I had good teachers, for a lot of it. They always say that you should teach yourself some instruments, like guitar, anyway." she said, chewing absently on another fry, before pushing the half full plate back. She wasn't completely full, but she was bored of her food. If Diane ate until she was full, she would never have been able to keep her slender figure, but luckily for her she had a short interest when it came to what she was eating. "My teachers were all fine, but I just couldn't be bothered. It takes so much time and effort to learn an instrument, and I never had the patience," she said, taking a sip of her drink.
"Like, it sounds stupid but... everything I've ever been taught I've done it pretty quickly," she said. "If you get taught how to do maths you can do it straight away, you can learn to write impressively early on... even drawing. But music is this thing where you can see what you want, and its impossible to reach anything that could make you proud before you did all that work." she shrugged again, fiddling with her napkin and fork, scratching lines into the napkin. "Sounds stupid, I know."
She looked up, blushing slightly as she realised just how much she'd been rambling and talking about herself, new truths that she hadn't even realised herself before speaking them aloud. But then, without having moments like that, how could you even know what you are really like? "Oh, no thanks. I can't stand chocolate flavoured things." she answered quickly.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 10, 2010 2:02:28 GMT
Braxton looked disapointed. Screw it. He would grab something sweet later.
"Well I guess that means Im off to the music store. And that creepy lady." He cringed a bit and fished his wallet from his back pocket. He pulled out two twentys and put them on the table before shoving his wallet back into the pocket of his black, torn jeans. He picked up his booksack, a black one with random buttons all over it. He slung it over his shoulder and adjusted his shirt. He plucked the top button off, it starting to tickle his neck. He was constantly ruining his clothes. Tearing them, picking things off of them, putting things on them. His mom was always complaining about it.
"Braxton Ekko! Why cant you just keep your clothes nice?! Keep them the way I buy them! When you need nice clothes, you are always complaining that you dont have any! Keep them nice and you would!" She screamed in his head.
"You shut the hell up or Ill stab you next chance I get!" He said girtting his teeth.
"So are you coming or not?" He asked, opening his eyes and looking down at the girl.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 2:14:02 GMT
She slid herself off the seat, grabbing onto her own oversized bag as she stood up, taking one last sip of her drink to finish it off, a half-melted ice cube sliding into her mouth and quickly disappearing as she nodded. A lot of people found her habit of eating ice cubes annoying, but it was something she loved.
"Right." she said, pulling the bag over her shoulder, looking at the notes on the table with care. Where she'd grown up, she had always been taught to give the money straight to the waitress, in case someone stole it while the seats were empty. It seemed absurd; even Melville's family, who had lived in a place where there was far more crime, seemed to find it a paranoid habit.
"Now, to go torment the poor girl...." she said with a shrug, turning away from the seat but hoping that Brax would lead the way, since she didn't know where any music shops were in Crastyl.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 10, 2010 2:29:53 GMT
Braxton made his way though a far thinner throng of people, keeping a close eye on Diane. Of course, the music store had to be on the other side of the strip mall. Not that he cared or anything. Walking tends to clear ones mind. Although in Braxton's case, it did nothing of the sort. It only made him angry. He bit his lip as he glanced in the shop window. The creepy girl spotted him and waved vigoursly, so that Braxton thought her hand would simply fly off.
"Diane, get over here and take my hand!" He insisted, holding his hand out to her. He didnt care if this made him seem straight. He refused to let that girl look at him with those googly eyes any longer.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 2:47:56 GMT
She stayed close to him through the crowds, feeling a little uneasy as she still didn't know this guys phone number, or even his full name. If they got separated now, she would probably lose sight of him for a very long time...
She perked up, hearing the desperation in his voice and taking his hand, wrapping her fingers through his. It felt surprisingly warm and comfortable, though she hated to know how hellish it was for him. She smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes as she couldn't help but grin at his discomfort, hoping that the girl would mistake it for looking smitten. She turned and looked at the girl, waving in one exaggerated wave, a protective look in her eyes as a million warning words flew at her in a way that only a woman could. She waiting for the responce, smiling seemingly kindly.
She turned back to Brax, swinging his hand softly, "Ready to go in?" she asked him, giving the girl another sideways look.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 10, 2010 3:10:02 GMT
Braxton pulled her into the shop, keeping her close to his side. He smiled devilisly at the girl. Her smile fell flat as she looked at their hands, and the girl pressed to Braxton's side. Her hand fell from the air and the look of utter heartbreak almost actually hurt Braxton inside. Her lower lip trembled a bit as she eyed Diane with disgust.
Braxton smiled and walked to the drumsticks, scanning them carefully. He looked at Diane, then back at the drum sticks. They were all so pretty and colorful...
"Pick one." He said, unable to deside which he wanted. He liked them all, but some were too heavy and some were to light. He pointed to the ones she could choose from and stepped back a bit.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 3:24:38 GMT
She looked at him and smiled, turning back to the drumsticks as he leaned in closer to her. If was such a quiet shop, even with someone trying out a guitar quite badly in the background, and she was afraid of the girl hearing her. I almost feel sorry for her.... she told him psychically, freeing her hand so that she could wrap her arm around his instead, calmly looking through all of the drumsticks, trying to remember what she knew of them.
"These..." she said, picking up ones that felt soft in her hand, with an almost bouncy feel to them. "They'll absorb shock, make them break less easily." she said, adding, "And they're a nice colour. Same as the earings." she said, looking at the dark red that spiralled up from the handle.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 10, 2010 3:27:23 GMT
Braxton smiled, the feeling of her arms around him something he had never felt before. No girl had ever touched him before. This was actually kind of nice. He picked them up and another, with rainbow spirals twirling around the sticks. Something of an inside joke between him and Brendan, his brother. Brendan said that Braxton needed his things to be rainbow colors, since he was gay. And Brendan needs his purple, because he is bisexual. Braxton chuckled at the thought.
He pryed Dianes arms from around him and linked his arm around her waist while walking to the counter.
"Hey. Think I can get a bass peddal too?" He said calmly, looking the girl right in the eyes.
"I dont think I want to get it for you!" She said snobbily, crossing her arms.
"Dont get it for me and Ill sue you for all youre worth. Now get me my peddal."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 3:34:00 GMT
She smiled, her eyes silently laughing at the rainbow sticks and thinking how appropriate it was, and how the girl at the counter would never even see that. She was a little surprised as Braxton put his arm around her waist, and even though it might not have seemed like it to him, to her it was startlingly obvious just how unused to it he was. She slipped her arm around him as well, as if trying to shield him from the girl's words and mark her territory, show him how casual it could be.
"Listen..." she said in a calm and controlled voice, genuine kindness shining through that was enough to make most people listen and even if they didn't do as she said, they would feel guilty. Maybe not straight away, but eventually they all would. "We just want a bass pedal. It's not a problem, is it?" she said, looking at her kindly and turning back to Brax and giving him a slight glare. Well, it wouldn't be a believable relationship if they didn't try to control each other, would it?
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 10, 2010 3:52:18 GMT
Braxton smiled as he kissed her cheek.
"Thanks." He whispered in her ear.
Once the girl came back with the pedal, he pulled out his wallet, handing her two twentys, then pulling himself away from Diane to put his things in his booksack. Once they were safe inside, he zipped it up and slung it over his shoulder, taking her by the hand again. Not bothering with his change, he walked out of the store.
"Well, you did that well." He said with a smile, pulling away from her once they were far away from the store. He hugged her gently.
"That was fun. What do you want to do now?"
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