Roleplay Thread

[LemonMeringoo 14]

She smiles at his choice as the vinyl clicks into place for a few seconds 'Love me Tender' begins to play, that see's goosebumps race all over Ryver's body, notably on her arms. She is charmed by Gene's donation of his jacket.

"Shall we make a move outside?"

She grabs the tray with the coffee, as Gene's jacket slips away tugged lightly at her cardigan, revealing a bird wing like collar bone, delicate and prominent. Ryver oozed grace and her physical attributes mirrored her perfectly. She escorts Gene outside onto the terrace where the fire's light laps at the sofa and soft furnishings. You'd be forgiven for believing it was the middle of the day the embers illuminated the area so well.

But the fire soon died down and gently crackled, spitting occasionally, but giving enough heat to be comfortable. Ryver spoke to Gene for what felt like hours, til her eyes felt heavy, she'd began to rest her head on his chest whilst discussing the stars.

"Did you see that! a shooting star, quick Gene make a wish!"

[GeneSmith 197]

"Well, I can do that."

Gene looks into the fire and nods his head.

"There we go. I guess it's your turn now Ryver."

Gene wraps his arm around her shoulder and gives her a nudge to make the wish quickly.

[LemonMeringoo 14]

Ryver looked up at Gene, her green eyes dance with oranges from the fire, mimicking the scene of a dawn sun breaking through the forest. Glossed over with dreamy euphoria, she purposefully blinks, screwing her nose up slightly, with a slow nod.

"There, all done... what did you wish for?" Ryvers child like curiosity never did quite leave her.

[GeneSmith 197]

"If I told you, it wouldn't come true would it?"

Gene looks down

"Do you wanna tell me?"

Gene smiles as his curiosity fills inside him. The fire cracking like a whip and the heat overcoming him.

[LemonMeringoo 14]

"I'd rather show you what I wished for..."

She sits up to face Gene, kneeled like a Geisha, hands clasped in her lap, she edges in close, eye's half closed lips just ever so slightly puckered but not so much to be embarrassing if she was to be rejected at this point. Gene would be able to feel her breath on his lips, her lip balm smelt like toffee apple and cinnamon.

 

 

[GeneSmith 197]

Gene looks at Ryver for a moment. He leans in and gives her a peck on the lips and leans back again.

"I'm sorry that was a little worse than you may have wanted."

Gene looks into her eyes practically hypnotized by her. He sat there paralyzed not knowing what to do next.

[LemonMeringoo 14]

Not being the greatest at reading signals, Ryver decides to back off a little.

"It's late, you'll probably want to head off soon, right?" she asked it, but hoped her would stay forever.

[GeneSmith 197]

"I didn't plan on it."

He looks at her and smiles. 

"I thought I'd stay a bit longer.. If that's alright."

Gene looks at her with a questioned look.

[Dekan 153]

Kevin puts out the remains of his cigarette on the ashtray right outside of the door of the pub and heads in, taking a seat at the bar. He orders a beer and some food, and starts to watch the hockey game playing on the tv behind the bar. After finishing his food, Kevin stays a bit longer, talking to some of the other customers while watching the game and drinking a few more beers. Once the game finishes, Kevin pays the bartender before heading back outside. He briefly considers driving home as it is only a few blocks and the sidewalk is still soaking wet from the downpour that had only just recently stopped. Shaking the thought out of his mind Kevin begins the short walk home.

As he draws closer to his apartment building he notices the flickering orange light of a fire on his neighbors terrace. He quickly jogs across the street and enters the building, heading up to his apartment. Once inside he takes off his shoes near the door and tosses his coat over the back of his couch before jumping over the back himself. He puts on some music at a level that he hopes isn't loud enough for his neighbors to hear and just sits back with his eyes closed getting lost in the music.

[LemonMeringoo 14]

7 hours ago, GeneSmith said:

"I didn't plan on it."

He looks at her and smiles. 

"I thought I'd stay a bit longer.. If that's alright."

Gene looks at her with a questioned look

Ryver looks at her watch and decides to fight her poor judgement this time, she wants to be DA one day and regardless of her feelings right now she cannot damage that.

"I'm sorry Gene, it's been lovely truly but I have an early start tomorrow and I really must get going to bed"

she escorts Gene to her apartment door and give him a peck on the cheek.

"good night Gene, speak soon"

[LemonMeringoo 14]

2 hours ago, Dekan said:

Kevin puts out the remains of his cigarette on the ashtray right outside of the door of the pub and heads in, taking a seat at the bar. He orders a beer and some food, and starts to watch the hockey game playing on the tv behind the bar. After finishing his food, Kevin stays a bit longer, talking to some of the other customers while watching the game and drinking a few more beers. Once the game finishes, Kevin pays the bartender before heading back outside. He briefly considers driving home as it is only a few blocks and the sidewalk is still soaking wet from the downpour that had only just recently stopped. Shaking the thought out of his mind Kevin begins the short walk home.

As he draws closer to his apartment building he notices the flickering orange light of a fire on his neighbors terrace. He quickly jogs across the street and enters the building, heading up to his apartment. Once inside he takes off his shoes near the door and tosses his coat over the back of his couch before jumping over the back himself. He puts on some music at a level that he hopes isn't loud enough for his neighbors to hear and just sits back with his eyes closed getting lost in the music.

*7:00am the next morning*

Ryver stirs into life with the aid of her alarm, grimacing at the sounds like some kind of aversion therapy.

completing her morning tasks in quick succession; shower, coffee, brush teeth, dry hair, put on adult clothes. Sometimes she felt the list of activities on a morning was endless especially for some just creeping out of slumber.

Ryver was wearing a summery off dress today, more flaired and loose fitting than her usual workwear-she wasn't due in court today and if her childhood taught her anything it's that storms mean clear skies.

She casually headed downstairs to the lobby to check her post that she chose to peruse over at that point as she never saw much sense in dragging junk mail up to her apartment only too dispose of it.

[Dekan 153]

Kevin wakes with a start as the alarm on his phone goes off. He knocks his hat off his face as he sits up on the couch after sleeping on it for what feels like the hundredth time. He heads into the bathroom and cleans up before getting dressed in a fresh set of clothes. Once dressed Kevin heads into the kitchen and grabs a energy drink from the fridge. He walks over to the window as he cracks the can, and looks into the clear skies. He grabs his hat off the floor putting it on backwards out of habit, grabs his sunglasses off the coffee table, and looks at his jacket for a second before deciding to head out without it.

Kevin heads down to the lobby where he sees Ryver sorting through her mail. He catches hisself starting to stare, and snaps hisself out of it.

"Just don't be a jackass for once in your life, and nothing around here should be akward" Kevin mutters to himself under his breath.

"Morning" Kevin says as he walks over to check his mail, flashing a smile at Ryver.

[Arky 333]

Jason, completely hungover from trying to drink away his problems, decides to get up. He realizes that he has about an hour to get to his gig at a coffee shop. He grabs his Martin Acoustic Guitar and puts it in his guitar case. As he walks down the stairs he hears a man talking to somebody, Jason puts on sunglasses to hide his bloodshot eyes and rolls down his sleeves. 

"Hey, I've seen you around before haven't I?"

He turns to Kevin, not understanding why he asked that if he's trying to be unnoticed. Jason sets his guitar case down and lights up a cigarette with god knows what's in it.

[Dekan 153]

"If you have I probably had a good amount of grease on me" Kevin chuckles as he grabs his bills out of his mailbox.

Kevin looks up from his mail and has a feeling of recognition when he suddenly places it.

"I'm pretty sure I've seen you do a show somewhere. I don't think we have ever been properly introduced, I'm Kevin by the way" Kevin puts his hand out.

[Arky 333]

Jason shakes Kevin's hand firmly and chuckles at his joke.

"Yeah, I've been trying to get my music career off the ground for a while now. And I've definitely seen some of the work you've done. I'm not too knowledgeable when it comes to cars but.. You do some good work."

Jason pushes his sunglasses up to act like a hair band. He takes one more puff of his cigarette before putting it out.

"You like guitars man?"

[Dekan 153]

"I like listening to them, but I can't play to save my life. I do have a beautiful old Stratocaster on my wall though"

[Arky 333]

"Fender has always been a trusted brand for electric guitars. My friend used to play around with a Jaguar. It was cheap then but now it's just overpriced to hell."

Jason looks down at his guitar case and takes out his guitar.

"You wanna mess with it for a minute? It's pretty cheap, so you can fuck it up and it wouldn't matter."

[Dekan 153]

"Might as well, who knows, maybe I can remember a chord or two from when I tried to learn" Kevin says as he grabs the guitar.

He makes an attempt to play a G C D progression, slightly screwing up his finger positioning.

"I've always said that the only music I can make comes from a engine" Kevin says handing the guitar back with a smirk. 

[Arky 333]

"It's all about confidence when you play. The only reason that somebody isn't good at something is because they doubt themselves."

Jason moves Kevin's fingers into a D chord position.

"When you strum that I want you to imagine you've been playing for years. Just relax and let the vibrations of the guitar take over."

[Hazelxcedarheart 31]

Pamela woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. She rolled over sluggishly, her mind a haze. In a swift impulsive swipe, she knocked the electronic clock onto the floor, cracking the screen and breaking it. She sat up, her frayed blonde hair a mess, dark black roots coming in. She rubbed her eyes, mascara caked on from days past. Sitting up, she threw on someone's shirt, a man who left it there who knows how long ago, and some sweatpants.

It had been three months since Moe died, and three months since the diner closed down. It was obvious she was in denial, she still had her alarm set for work. She didn't bother going to the funeral, instead she went out and got high, which is what she had been doing for the past three months in a bender only someone with a tolerance like her could survive.

She slumped down the stairs of her building, shuffling over to the mailbox. She clicked her key in, taking a few tries to open it due to her drug induced haze, still coming down from last night's high. The envelopes seemed to pour out. They were mostly bills. Past due utilities, angry threats from the landlord, credit card bills that she didn't even remember. She flipped through to find her unemployment check, it still hadn't come in yet. She was screwed. She needed a job, or some money, or the power was going out in her place. She sat there and lit up a cigarette in the lobby, walking over and sitting on the stairs, flipping through the bills wondering how she was going to get by. She wished Moe had left her the diner, she thought a lot about her life as she became more and more lucid, and now more than ever could use a drink, or some drugs.

[Arky 333]

Jason eyes Pam, noticing her posture and movement he thinks to himself "God, I know that feeling. I hope she feels better than I do." Jason checks his sleeves again to ensure nobody sees his track marks and rubs his eyes to give him an excuse for why they're so red. 

[Hazelxcedarheart 31]

Pam looks over at the two guys talking, a guitar between them. She notices one of them staring at her, his eyes stealing glances at her, smoking as she does. She smiles weakly, and gives a small wave, her fingers shaking as she does. She looks over and sees a pretty red haired girl flipping through her mail. Inhaling her cigarette, Pam admires how well put together she looks. She looks back at the two guys, one with his hat backwards playing his guitar. She had seen him around before, but these other two were new. She ashed her cigarette onto her bank statement, almost as red as her eyes, before crumbling it up and tossing it over towards the waste basket, hitting the girl's shoe. She looked away quickly, a burst of laughter, her eyes meeting the man with the sunglasses.

[Arky 333]

Jason looks at Pam with a steady stare. His eyes burning from the drugs still in system and the lack of sleep because of them.

"How are you doing?"

He doesn't feel any fear when asking her, completely numb by his long night of making 'music'. He stands weakly and waits for a response.

[Hazelxcedarheart 31]

Pam looks up at the man staring down at her. She smirks, "Well, how do I look like I'm doing?" She says sarcastically, throwing her half opened stack of mail next to her as she inhales deeply, closing her eyes for a minute, before exhaling a grey cloud of smoke. She coughs a bit, "I've been better," she adds, noticeably trembling. "Haven't seen you around, you just move here?" She asks, eyeing him up and down, looking for clues as to who this guy is

[Arky 333]

"I don't know, you look like you're doing just as bad as I am."

Jason chuckles for a minute.

"I moved here from Washington about two years ago. That 'asshole' that keeps blasting music at 2 am is me. Just practicing."

Jason let's off a smirk.