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Post by kaleb on Mar 30, 2013 21:16:18 GMT
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deep sea, baby, i'll follow you
Kaleb wasn't much of a collector, ninety percent of the time at least. He was more of an accumulator of crap when it caught his eye, and for that reason not a ton of things in his cramped apartment matched. He was probably the exact opposite of OCD, he just wasn't terribly compelled to care about that sort of thing. Either way, he bought things on cravings, and that meant he made frequent trips into various locales in pursuit of something neat to add to whatever he felt was lacking at the moment. And right now he was thinking something....musical..ish, he wasn't sure what. Which was probably going to get him some dirty looks from the staff but fuck them, he could do what he wanted. He was an aduuuuuuuuuult. He had a hard time taking himself seriously. Whether he'd attempt to play whatever he bought or just mount it on the wall was a whole other matter.
He was struck with an idea, suddenly. What if he bought their cheapest amp, cut out the speaker, found a fish tank of similar dimensions and then put it in and the hole could be a window and shit that would be cool. Ambitious, maybe a bit demanding, but cool. But then, ambition was something Kaleb had in spades and was rather proud of. He...had trouble reading Harry Potter when he was a teenager as a result. Imagine that. Either way, he browsed through demonic music without much interest or purpose, mostly living in his own head and shrugging off sales associates. Yeah, whatever. He had other shit to do. For the most part, Kaleb just derped around for a few minutes before he got stopped between economy and style, and squatted down at a display to take a look. From his general altitude it made crap like that a little hard. Wasn't that always the way.
Not too long after he'd been checking out the basics he realized he was in the way. He looked up, grimaced embarrassingly, and rose. "Sorry." he murmured, getting out of the path of the aisle.
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Post by lisbeth on Apr 4, 2013 3:02:22 GMT
Lisbeth stopped outside of Demonic Music, peering contemplatively up at the second story before glancing about almost guiltily and slipping inside. Not that there was anything wrong with going inside the store, but it did have a reputation for being a home to prudes and pianists and the like. Not the sort of person she could afford to be taken as, despite the fact that, in her own way, she was. But it was easy enough to play off being inside the store, so long as she wasn't caught with anything incriminating. Which was exactly why she was there; she desperately needed cleaning oil and a new bow. Actually, she needed a new viola altogether, but that wasn't like to happen. She was pretty close to broke and her mom wasn't like to help her out any. She ran a hand through her hair in frustration, picturing the poor, sad, warped thing sitting nestled in its decaying case on her bed. It had started used, and ill-kept, a cheap response to her need for an instrument for school. Her parents had expected her to drop it within a month of starting the class, and were detatchedly surprised when she not only stayed with it, but grew to love it. Despite her commitment, her parents refused to get her a better instrument, and so her old, battered viola grew older and more battered by the day. It was a wonder it still held together at all. She supposed she should be grateful for that, but no amount of 'supposed to' was going to make her any less bitter when it finally kicked the bucket, leaving her without an outlet. Lisbeth bit her lip as she began to meander the aisles, not paying too much attention to where she was going as she schemed how to get her hands on a new viola. She supposed she could hook up with some rich guy and sweettalk him into getting her one - but no, that would entail risk of her hobby getting around. Trying to convince some drop out who spent as much time running out of stores in front of security guards as the kids on the track team spent conditioning to steal her one presented the same problem, as well as possibly hurting the store that fed her. Hmm.... Maybe get them to steal some fancy necklace or something, and then find a way to sell it? Would take a lot of effort, especially to get them to part with something expensive enough to cover a new viola.... She snapped out of her thoughts at the beginning of an aisle devoted to amps and meandered down it without enthusiasm, glancing at one every now and again without conviction. She'd somehow gotten herself entirely turned around while she thought, apparently much less aware of her surroundings than she'd believed herself to be. She started purposefully down the aisle, planning on going straight to the supplies, grabbing what she needed, and getting out, now having spent much too much time aimlessly wandering the store to be able to flip through any new sheet music. However, her forward progress was impeded by some guy squatting in front of an amp, eying it in a nearly predatory way, utterly oblivious to her presence. Having just been in a similar mindless state, she decided to give the guy a minute's break or so to come back to himself. When he didn't, she began tapping her foot loudly, hoping to avoid having to edge around him and either falling into him or the shelves behind him. He looked up suddenly, muttering a quick apology before moving out of the way. "Took you long enough," she snapped without conviction, more out of habit than a desire to start something. "Amps, huh? Typical guy thing. Honestly, what's the point of distorting the sound of an instrument that sounds gorgeous on its own? It's like autotune, only worse, because all instruments can actually sing." Her eyebrows pulled together slightly, more out of surprise at her own conviction than at him. Let's hope he doesn't know anyone I do.... I can already hear it, everyone muttering about how Lisbeth was caught talking about instruments like they were people. So not good.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- notes: sorry this took so long, timing and computer death conspired against me. that being said, i have no clue how it ended up so long... that's what happens when you get random muse at ten at night. you don't have to go that psycho.... word pad doesn't have word count, i didn't even register how long it was until i copied it. ^^ |
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Post by kaleb on Apr 13, 2013 5:21:29 GMT
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deep sea, baby, i'll follow you
What size would be the best? He didn't really know, he wanted to be economical for sure. No sense blowing away all his money on something that was gonna turn into a really fucking cool fish tank. God, he'd been spending way too much time on Pinterest, hasn't he? Fuck, he was just the gayest of the gay sometimes when he wasn't thinking about it, wasn't he? Eh, whatever. His gaze flicked up to the girl as he got out of her way, then back to the available merch until she decided to start talking to him. He stood up to his full gargantuan height and looked down at the lithe blonde creature who'd just turned to yip at him out of nowhere. What the hell. He raised an eyebrow.
"Umm, yeah, sorry. I didn't hear you." he muttered, leaning against the shelving units next to them holding strings and other guitar utilities. And then she just kept going. Okay then, he was sort of wondering where he was in the wrong here. Yeah, so he hadn't moved, nine times out of ten people would just take that and move on, you know, like a normal person. But this girl just seemed in the interest of going off on somebody. He was just sort of dumbstruck by the fact that she was just so...mad. For no reason. He folded his arms, taking in the sheer lack of fear that was coming out of this girl. He was a big fucking guy, it wasn't often that people talked to him like this.
"Right well, the opinions of apparent purists aside, I'm trying to decide on something here." he said, sizing her up and moving past her to pick up a model and give it a quick look around. He wasn't sure that he wanted anything too difficult to modify, it could get difficult after a fashion and definitely depending on what kind of tank he wanted to turn it into. But then, he was happy to be crafty. "Also, I can honestly say I've never heard anyone get so mad over something as benign as amps before."
NOTE: Aw don't worry about it, I've just finished a bunch of assignments so I wouldn't have been able to reply fast anyway.
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Post by lisbeth on May 9, 2013 1:22:09 GMT
As Lisbeth began to speak, the man kneeling on the floor in front of her gazing at the lower shelf of amps started to stand – and stand, and stand, and stand. She shifted her gaze as he rose, ending up craning her neck back to look up at him. He was big, probably half again her height, and not the scrawny type of tall, either. Her brain registered a faint hint of fear at the realization that this guy could probably crush the life out of her by sitting on her, then pushed it away as irrelevant. He didn’t look like the sort to take a swing at a girl, especially if she didn’t swing first. And seeing as Lisbeth wasn’t planning on starting a fight, she figured she was good. She was mainly aiming for a conversation to put some life back into her otherwise sure-to-be-dull day. And even if she had been looking for a fight with him, she wouldn’t have wanted to show even a hint of fear – most of the time, bluffing before was half the battle. “I’m not a purist… I just wish people wouldn’t destroy their instrument’s voices before ever giving them the chance to show their full potential. Like, you wouldn’t put someone on Autotune until after they’d proven they couldn’t sing no matter what, right?” She folded her arms and leaned back a little, looking up at him skeptically. “Its just cruel. Silencing them like that. You see? And also…” She glanced at the amp in his hands and then at the ones on the shelf he had been perusing earlier. “Do you have a clue what you’re looking for?” She laughed lightly and pointed first at the amp he was holding and then at the others. “ That is a keyboard amp, whereas those are base guitar amps. Those ones up there-“ She pointed to an upper shelf, also full of amps, “are for electric or electric/acoustic guitars. What are you looking for an amp for, exactly? I may not approve, but…” She looked at him almost pityingly before continuing, “I’m certainly willing to help.” ------------------------------------------- Note: I’m so sorry for the late, I’m honestly not usually this bad. APs and stuff just sorta hit me at just the wrong time. I’ll be better!!! >.< Sorry…… I swear I’ve had this written for ages… I just never got around to typing it. |
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