"I'm Here to Take the Sky"
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Thread Topic: "I'm Here to Take the Sky"
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(Not sending thugs to Vivian's house to shoot and loot anything they find while Vivian is out drinking.
In the year 2021
What are you, a casual?)
"Alright. But before you start asking questions, I need a couple more dranks. When Reyna is shouting at me in the morning for telling you s---e I wasn't supposed to tell people abot, I want to at least have the liberty of not remembering what it was I said. Or that I said it. Or that poster of me hangin' outside. Or the name of the bar. Hell, I'll be disappointed if I don't wake up in a hospital after blacking out tonight."
Grabbing four cups at once, Vivian flashed a smile at Maru. "Hey, watch this. Saw this on the internet once. It didn't look too hard." Gripping a cup between each of her fingers, Vivian lifted the entire stack into air. Like magic, or science, the cup on the top poured down into the one beneath it, which poured into the one beneath it, which poured again, which eventually ended in Vivian's lip. It was like she was drinking from all four cups at once. 'I'm a fuggin genius,' Vivian thought, seconds before her fingers slipped and her face was drenched in alcohol.
Staring ahead stupidly for a moment, Vivian's head tried to comprehend what just happened, why she was suddenly all wet, and why the beer had stopped flowing into her mouth. It gave up and succumbed to the black cloud after a couple of seconds.
"Alright, what do you want to know? Her shoe size is an 9, by the way, so if you want to pu...put a bomb in there, it needs to be a none react...reactiv...kaboomy paste." -
(You realize I was just kidding, right? Lasers are so last decade.
What are you, an oldie?)
(Hmm... Since my character is getting boring, I'm just going to stalk for an opportunity to pop up.) -
(Well, I'm back. For now.
Despite the fact that I just read through four or five pages of what went on, I'm a bit confused. Does Reyna know your character, IHLAOY?) -
(Lone! :D)
(And, yes, Vivian does know of Reyna, I believe.) -
(Yea, the two of them do know each other. I'll leave it up to you to decide how much though.)
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(You aren't new! :D
Mmk. How about...they live in the same apartment? I've tried to get everything down, but I'm not quite sure where Vivian is living right now. If you don't already have a designated spot, that's a possibility. If not, then let's say Vivian met Reyna after she moved in and helped her find her way around. Not extremely close friends, but they know each other fairly well.) -
(That's fine. Though if they're living together then you should probably know that Vivian's friend Melody is also living in her house after Vivian destroyed her own by accident.)
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(Alright. Mind doing a bit more of explaining about how Reyna is going to die before I post?)
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(Well, I wasn't actually planning to kill anyone without their permission, but go ahead anyway.)
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Maru froze for a second, then, as if something had gone off, she began to laugh obnoxiously at the alcohol all over Vivian's face.
"That was great. You're a born stuntman." she applauded, clapping enthusiastically. She only paused for a second when she accidentally knocked her empty glasses off the table. Though she heard the barkeep yell some obscenity at her, that shattered glass didn't concern her at the moment. She looked at the mess for a second before choking and laughing again. "I need another."
She helped herself eagerly, making mental note of the shoe size as if she might actually recall that little detail later on.
"Okay. Okay." she blinked, cringing. "Okay. Reyna. When did she get here?" -
(Tell me when it might be interesting for me to intervene.)
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Whenever you like. You're part of the soap. Do something.
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(I'M TOO STUPID TO THINK FOR MY-SELF!)
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(Come on man, I can think of over a dozen ways to place yourself in this scene. Or you could start a new scene with Lone. Or you could solo it and expand on what makes your character unique. There are literally endless things you could do.)
"I know. Three years of acrobatics, two years of performance and uncounted years of having things smashed over my head." Vivian said, standing up hastily as the barkeep started shouting, "Hey, shut up, man! My taxes pay your salary, you owe me!"
Literally falling back into her seat, Vivian wiped the beer out of her eyes. With a devious look on her face, she motioned for Maru to lean closer. When she did, Vivian released her held smile, "I don't actually pay taxes. Shh, shh, don't tell him," She said, drunkenly waving a finger to her lips.
Falling backwards again, Vivian tried to gather her thoughts. "Alright, alright. Reyna. Reyna is one groovy lady; I luv her. I luv her hair. It's so smoo...smoo...smooth. I hate my hair. It's all jagged. Wish I had Reyna's hair. Do you think...do you think she'd give me her hair when she dies?"
Perking up, Vivian grabbed another drink. At this point, she could nearly see the music in the air. "I...I don't know if Reyna was born...here. But...but since her parents were...you know," Vivian made a chugging gesture with her drink, except she actually drunk it, "I doubt she could afford to move anywhere. So she prob...probably always was 'round. 'cept when she wasn't. If she wasn't."
Slapping herself sharply to keep her attention focused, Vivian slammed her cup down, "Alright, cool, fine, what's next?" -
Maru giggled in response to the girl's confidential attitude.
"No one pays taxes anymore. No one collects 'em anymore. But I know what you mean, I always dodged taxes. They were too high. The taxes. They cost too much and what do they- excuse me, what did they-" she paused for a second to chuckle and take a much less restrained drink. "-what did they even spend them on? That's what I'd like to know."
She paused, glancing around dazedly.
"Y'know I didn't think about it before but I really love Reyna's hair too. If yer gonna kill er you should just cut it all off when she's dead wifout asking. I mean, I don't think she really wants to die so as long as yer not doing what she wants anyw-" she sputtered suddenly, realizing she'd begun to take another drink while she was talking. She set it down to clutch at her throat and cough until it felt like she'd cut up everything north of her lungs, then looked up at Vivian and smiled toothily. "Aha, that sucked. What was I.. Oh right. She doesn't wanna die so if yer gonna do it anyway you might as well have her hair. It would look so. Good. On you."
She paused, liking her lips and clicking her tongue for a second.
"What're you gonna kill her for anyway? She's legit. She dint shoot me today. She was gonna shoot me, I mean I guess you could say I talked my way out of it, but when ya get right down to it she coulda been one-a the crazies that just shoots you on the spot even if yer tryna talk, and she clearly isn't."
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