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Post by mila2007 on Nov 12, 2007 22:02:40 GMT -6
Lucas Supa-Fly Pitchinson was seated in a Hufflepuff Common Room chair, guitar in lap and beret on a side table. He strummed a few notes, firelight splaying on his features which were lax even though he was concentrating. After the strings had been tuned, he strummed a full chord, then another and yet another. The chords blended together, starting to sound like a melody. "She's out of luck and out of hope and out of cigarettes misunderstood with naked pictures on the internet her social deviance is teasing me, I know what I want
and I'm really gonna really let her know that I like her but I just don't care enough to fool around with love" His eyes closed, foot tapping on the rugged floor of the Common Room. The firelight danced, playing over his fingers moving over the strings of the precious instrument. "Yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm just another modern swinger screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand and it's love it's heavy and it hurts and it's love" A small smile played across his lips as he said the last line. Half lidding his eyes to gaze into the fire, he continued. "Strung out on blow she doesn't know why she's not feeling good dropped out of school and now she's moving out to Hollywood her reckless decadence is taking things a little too far
And I'm really gonna really let her know that I like her but I just don't care enough to fool around with love" He shook his head slightly at the break, strumming out short staccato notes on the strings. "Staring at my shoes thinking of something to say but nothing's better than what silence is saying when every time I turn around shes alway's looking away it's just the nature of the game that we're playing
And I think I'm tapping out, I think I'm gonna skip the title bout" Foot tapping still and a large grin plastered on his face, Lucas continued his song with vigor. "Yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash subtle as a splinter yeah my baby's smooth as sandpaper warm just like the winter screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand and it's love it's heavy and it hurts and it's love." He strummed the last chord, letting his hand fall onto the chair arm. He let his head loll back, grinning widely. His chest heaved up and down from the speed of the sound, but he was happy and that's all that mattered. Opening his eyes, he began to think, staring into the orange glow of the fire. Things had been pretty mellow lately. No news from his family, and the school had been quite uneventful. He'd managed to get a job at Hogsmeade, playing some tunes on Saturday evenings. And that was great, he was loving it. Sighing, he closed his eyes. Everything just seemed to be working right now. [[Admin Edit: 2 galleons given by Gin.]]
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 12, 2007 22:36:09 GMT -6
Today was good. Jessie was a cloud. After the Masquerade, she’d cropped of her hair again, it was now just to her chin, and layered as best a fifteen year old girl could. Snickers was curled up in his happy little ball, all white and orange and fluffy. Jessie stroked his head gently, signing her name to her fourth letter that morning. She was glad to get something to Sabrina, since her surgery.
Jessie gave her letters to a roommate’s owl, she’d asked for permission the night before. She watched the young owl fly out the open window, changing from her PJ’s into a long sleeved black t-shirt and blue denim jeans. She made her bed and put a small locket around her neck. She fingered the gold moon gently, envisioning the picture inside. She bit her lip, smiling. Time to go someplace. She really didn’t care where, just someplace. Not the dark room with empty beds.
Jessie opened her room wide, closing it slowly when she heard a guitar. She caught only the last words of the song though, “It’s heavy and it hurts and it’s love.”
Jessie didn’t know the song. But she knew who was singing it. She grinned. Lucas. It felt like it had been weeks since she’d talked with her new friend. Oh, and there was the trademark beret. Jessie walked quietly down the stairs. She wasn’t trying to be stealthy, but if he didn’t hear her, she didn’t care. She pulled up a chair at an angle behind him, crossing her legs and watching the movements of her friend’s fingers.
“Interesting song, Lucas.” She said softly, enjoying the music.
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Post by mila2007 on Nov 12, 2007 22:49:46 GMT -6
Lucas didn't hear Jessie as she crept up behind him. He closed his eyes again, strumming absently on the guitar. He was high. High on music. High on notes, high on clouds.
Super high.
“Interesting song, Lucas.”
Lucas only grinned, recognizing the voice almost immediately. How long had it been since he'd seen Jessie? A few weeks? Months? Honestly, he couldn't remember. He had remembered what they'd talked about though. All sorts of things that had meant so much to them. He didn't open his eyes, but the grin remained on his face. He felt he could take his guard down with Jessie, and still be safe.
"It's a personal fav of mine, really."
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 12, 2007 23:12:53 GMT -6
Jessie didn’t expect anything from Lucas. Well, she expected something, just nothing in particular. And she got it. He didn’t look at her, but he did acknowledge her, “It’s a personal fav of mine, really.”
“Never heard it before.” She admitted, “I just caught the last lines. I like songs about love. And songs about sorrow. And the last lines of that song.” Jessie admitted, lacing her fingers and using her hands to cup her knee. She didn’t know what to say. He was so numinous when he got that guitar. And when he sang, that was a surprise. Zach played, but hardly sang. It was like that now, a treat. She liked to hear him talk, because she liked his accent, and she liked to hear him sing for the same reason. Jessie scooted the chair every so slightly so that she could get a better view of Lucas’ face. Eyes closed. He was like that, it seemed. Jessie ran a hand through her hair, glancing at her sock glad feet.
Jessie looked around, books, and homework left forgotten. Apparently no one wanted to work today. She could sympathize.
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Post by mila2007 on Nov 12, 2007 23:23:04 GMT -6
Lucas was feeling a bit giddy now that Jessie was here. She'd seemed to heighten his good feelings. He listened to her intently.
“Never heard it before.”
"Now ya have." He intterupted playfully.
“I just caught the last lines. I like songs about love."
"Love is cool."
"And songs about sorrow."
"Sorrow sucks."
"And the last lines of that song.”
"It's pretty and it hurts but iiiiit's love," he rolled his head back and forth on the chair like he was having a fit, still grinning. He heard the chair move as she shifted in front of him. He opened his twinkling eyes to look at her. She had cropped her hair since the last time he'd seen her. It looked cute. Framed her face nicely, almost like a stage curtain. And her face was right in the middle, right where the lead singer almost always stood.
The star of the show.
He grinned at her, showing pearly whites. "Ah like ya hair. Looks nice."
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 12, 2007 23:39:58 GMT -6
“It’s pretty and it hurts but iiiiit's love,” Lucas exclaimed, rolling his head around. Jessie smile widened, letting a chuckle escape her lips. She watched him enjoy the moment, before opening his eyes. She felt the urge to make up a poem about a baby bunny opening it’s eyes to the first signs of spring. But Lucas wasn’t a bunny, and she didn’t even conceive herself near to the beauty of spring. Not that she liked spring weather, but the rain was nice. And now she was getting off topic. No poems. Focus.
Lucas grinned at her, causing Jessie to tilt her head to the side a bit, “Ah like ya hair. Looks nice.” He said. Well, that was utterly unexpected. Jessie was one of the last people to expect that.
Jessie blushed a little, less than she would have for anyone else. But it was enough to feel. She looked down for a moment, then up again, “Thanks. I like your hair too, Lucas.” She replied, deciding to say something of her own. “You have a nice voice too.” She had to add that last thing, she just had to. It was true, and she felt like it. And when you were this happy, you tended to do more of what you wanted then when you were sad.
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Post by mila2007 on Nov 12, 2007 23:55:38 GMT -6
He liked it when she blushed. It just went with her now-framed face. He rested his half lidded eyes on her. “Thanks. I like your hair too, Lucas.”
His grin grew lopsided as he ran his hand through his short hair. He liked it short. Then the beret fit nicely. "It's the only way Ah can keep it. Else Ah resemble a gorilla. A shaggy gorilla with a beret and a guitar."
His fingers stilled on the guitar, attention focused on Jessie. “You have a nice voice too.”
Lucas smiled at her genuinely, looking at her appreciatively. "Thanks, Jessie. That means a lot to me. Ah loooove singing." His eyes rolled in happiness, before his head flopped to look at Jessie. "What have ya been up to in the time Ah've seen ya, my friend?"
His fingers suddenly itched to pluck the strings on the guitar, and he did so softly providing them some background music. Patiently, he waited for her to speak, still meeting her gaze with his clear blue eyes.
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 13, 2007 0:10:54 GMT -6
Jessie watched Lucas run a hand through his hair, apparently her comment amused him. “It’s the only way Ah can keep it. Else Ah resemble a gorilla. A shaggy gorilla with a beret and a guitar.”
Jessie grinned impishly, holding back a comment about how much money a good guitar playing gorilla could make where Lucas lived. And she was sure a gorilla with a hat would be cute.
Jessie watched Lucas smile, it made her happy. She had the sort of feeling where you just sort of know you’re happy. You don’t really want anything. Not that you wouldn’t take it if it were offered. But you just couldn’t ask for another thing in the world.
“Thanks, Jessie. That means a lot to me. Ah loooove singing.” He said, rolling his eyes. Jessie thought she might inform Lucas that the eye roll was her trademark, not his, but she didn’t. “What have ya been up to in the time Ah’ve seen ya, my friend?”
Jessie gave it some thought, before looking at him. He was looking at her, playing soft background music like he’d done when they met. She was looking at her eyes, a simple gesture which meant a lot to her. More than she knew why.
“I’ve been writing. Letters. My aunt had surgery two days ago. Brain or something, she couldn’t tell. Probably doesn’t really know. My Uncle Jared said he’s been working with some pretty important people lately, but he won’t say who. I’ve been spending a lot more time outside. Wading.” She felt like she should mention that. IT wasn’t swimming, she wasn’t that good at swimming, but she had been wadding near the tree she’d met Lucas in. That was now her major letter writing location. “And poems. I’ve written one or two of those…” She commented. She purposefully left out, “per class period” because she didn’t want him to inquire further. She still didn’t think a lot of her poems, and she was sure he’d think they were too sad. But she did enjoy making them. “And what about you, Lucas Supa-Fly Pitchinson?” She emphasized the middle name, as she always did, because she enjoyed it.
[[Admin Edit: 1 galleon given by Gin.]]
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Post by mila2007 on Nov 13, 2007 0:27:34 GMT -6
“I’ve been writing. Letters. My aunt had surgery two days ago. Brain or something, she couldn’t tell. Probably doesn’t really know. My Uncle Jared said he’s been working with some pretty important people lately, but he won’t say who. I’ve been spending a lot more time outside. Wading. And poems. I’ve written one or two of those…”
Lucas perked when she mentioned poems. He liked poems almost as much as he liked songs.
“And what about you, Lucas Supa-Fly Pitchinson?”
He shrugged, feeling full of himself. "Ah managed to get a gig down at Hogsmeade on Saturdays. That's pretty nice. That's about it though."
He quirked a grin at her. "How 'bout a poem, mmm?"
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 13, 2007 0:36:06 GMT -6
Jessie noticed Lucas react when she mentioned poems, oh joy. But then he shrugged and said, “Ah managed to get a gig down at Hogsmeade on Saturdays. That’s pretty nice. That’s about it though.”
“About it? All I do it write stuff. You have a job! That’s cool.” Jessie said, nodding to emphasize her opinion. “I’ll have to come down and watch… or listen I suppose. I’ll be the girl sitting in the back someplace.”
“How ‘bout a poem, mmm?” He asked. Aww, man. She was hoping he’d forgotten. Well she could give him a poem, but only the one she’d just thought of that morning. But it was sad. As he’d said “Sorrow sucks.”
“Well… you don’t like sad things. And this is sad. So you wouldn’t like it. But if you want to hear a poem, I can tell you. Or I could just recite one that I didn’t make. One that isn’t sad.” She said, rolling hey eyes at herself. “But I’m thinking that’s not what you meant.”
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Post by mila2007 on Nov 13, 2007 14:49:24 GMT -6
Lucas watched her features as she absorbed what she had said. She seemed excited about his job down at Hogsmeade. “About it? All I do it write stuff. You have a job! That’s cool. I’ll have to come down and watch… or listen I suppose. I’ll be the girl sitting in the back someplace.”
She was so modest. He'd take to writing then a job anyday. As he continued to watch her she seemed to grow shy, almost nervous, when he inquired about the poem. He stilled his hands on the guitar.
“Well… you don’t like sad things. And this is sad. So you wouldn’t like it. But if you want to hear a poem, I can tell you. Or I could just recite one that I didn’t make. One that isn’t sad." She rolled her eyes here. "But I’m thinking that’s not what you meant.”
Lucas smiled sweetly at her. It was nice she was taking his feelings into account about this. She was actually listening to what he was saying. He knew, right then, that she wa his best friend. His smiled turned into a large grin as he waved his hand at her in a 'Nevermind-what-I-said' gesture. "Baaah, forget what Ah said! My mum's always said Ah've had some marbles loose anyway. Anything ya've written, Ah'd love to hear. Love to hear," he emphasised loudly, strumming some strings on the guitar.
He reached over and grabbed his beret off the side table, leaning forward to place it on her head. "Here, ya can even wear the beret to add some modern poetry vibes. Ya know, the ones the Muggles snap at and they only perform with bongoes, dark lens glasses, and a stool."
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 14, 2007 18:16:18 GMT -6
When Jessie spoke Lucas stopped playing. She’d come to appreciate the background music, even if she usually didn’t pay it any mind. And generally when it came to her poems, she wanted as many distractions as possible. She was the sort of girl, who when the teacher asked a question of her, and the whole class was talking, she did not want them to be quiet and listen. Lucas waved his hand and said, “ Baaah, forget what Ah said!” Jessie smirked. She never forgot what Lucas said. She could recall conversations fairly well, especially ones she cared about. She remembered when Lucas said things. “ My mum’s always said Ah’ve had some marbles loose anyway.” At this Jessie smiled. Lucas didn’t seem to talk about his family very much, and she loved hearing about family, any family. Plus hearing someone say that about Lucas seemed humorous to her. “ Anything ya’ve written, Ah’d love to hear. Love to hear,” Lucas said, he seemed to be emphasizing the word “love.” Jessie sighed as he made a little music. Jessie watched, with raised eye brow, as Lucas picked up his beret from the table. He then proceeded to lean forward and put it on Jessie’s head. She squinted as Lucas in mock distrust. Why the beret? She wanted a mirror. But we can’t have everything we want, which Jessie knew, so she sat tight. “ Here, ya can ever wear the beret to add some modern poetry vibes. Ya know, the ones the Muggles snap at and they only perform with bongos, dark lens glasses, and a stool.” Jessie didn’t know very much of that. She had never gone to a poetry reading, nor heard Muggles snapping at poems. She rarely saw bongos, and didn’t wear sunglasses, but at least she had a chair. The chair was no stool, but it was made of wood, so she supposed it would work. Though she had no intention of reciting her poem to anyone other than Lucas. “I’ve never been to a poetry reading, but my Uncle used to work at a place that hosted some, so I’ve heard a little of what you just said. It all sounds really weird. I don’t know why they make such a big deal out of it. And if you’re going to make a big deal out of it… why bongos?” She asked. She shrugged, biting her bottom lip as she tried to remember the exact wording. She sighed and gave her disclaimer, “ Remember, it’s not that great. But I made it up, and that’s what you asked for… so yeah.” “There went the teardrop, It fell down my cheek, I’m used to this now, I’ve done this all week.
What are you doing? Are you having fun? I am certainly not, I kinda wanna run.
To run is to escape, To escape is to flee. I’d flee to you, dear. I’d flee to be free.” Halfway through the poem Jessie started rubbing the back of her neck self consciously. She hated it when she actually gave a poem thought, liked it, and then realized how much she loathed it when someone else heard it. This was probably why she did not recite poems to people. Stupid Lucas, making her step out of her comfort zone. She must stop being a good influence on her, it was aggravating. She looked at the wall, it was interesting enough. Better than spewing off random reasons why she hated the poem she had liked only two minutes ago. [[Admin Edit: 2 galleons given by Gin.]]
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Post by mila2007 on Nov 14, 2007 18:55:50 GMT -6
Lucas gave a little chuckle at Jessie's expression, folding his legs underneath him Indian style. “I’ve never been to a poetry reading, but my Uncle used to work at a place that hosted some, so I’ve heard a little of what you just said. It all sounds really weird. I don’t know why they make such a big deal out of it. And if you’re going to make a big deal out of it… why bongos?” He regarded her with blank eyes for a moment, before bursting into laughter. It was just so random... Why bongos? Grinning at her, he tilted his head slightly. "Indeed. Why bongos?" He laughed some more, waiting to hear her poem. “Remember, it’s not that great. But I made it up, and that’s what you asked for… so yeah.” Lucas continued to grin as she started, listening expectantly. “There went the teardrop, It fell down my cheek, I’m used to this now, I’ve done this all week.
What are you doing? Are you having fun? She started rubbing her neck self consciously at this point, but Lucas hardly noticed. Her wording was great, and the beat was infectious. I am certainly not, I kinda wanna run.
To run is to escape, To escape is to flee. I’d flee to you, dear. I’d flee to be free.” He clapped when she finished, still smiling. He stopped when he saw her look away towards the wall, hands falling in his lap. Was she upset about it? She had to like it. There was nothing wrong with it. He had to fix this. He had to make her feel good about the poem. Lucas took his guitar in his lap and strummed a low chord. "There went the teardrop, It fell down my cheek..." He raised his eyebrows at her, encouraging her to say the next line. "Come on, Jessie, ya know the words. After we're done, you'll need to get a piece of paper so Ah can have your autograph." He winked, repeating the chord and waiting for her to say her part.
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 14, 2007 19:28:26 GMT -6
Lucas laughed, “ Indeed. Why bongos?” he said. Jessie wanted to know. It really was strange. Once she finished Lucas clapped. She looked at the wall still. He was trying to make her feel better about the poem. She shouldn’t have mentioned it. Had it been anyone else, she would have walked away. Even Zach, and she really missed him. But she sat there. Lucas started playing his guitar again. Oh dear. “ There went the teardrop, it fell down my cheek…” No. She would have slapped Zach by now. Gently. But still. It sounded even worse when someone else said it. Even though she still liked hearing Lucas speak. Jessie visibly cringed. “ Come on, Jessie, ya know the words. After we’re done, you’ll need to get a piece of paper so Ah can have your autograph.” Stupid Humor. Jessie’s mouth quirked a little. Her autograph? Silly Lucas. She took a deep breath, ending in a sigh and repeated the lines, “I’m used to this now, I’ve done this all week.
What are you doing? Are you having fun? I am certainly not, I kinda wanna run.
To run is to escape, To escape is to flee. I’d flee to you, dear. I’d flee to be free.” She was not looking at her hands. They weren’t moving. Just laying there. Until she rubbed the locket around her neck. She liked her locket. “Can we not repeat the poem, now?” She asked hopefully. Glancing slowly up at Lucas. She looked somewhat distressed, hopeful, and probably some other stuff. [[ Admin Edit: 1 galleon given by Gin.]]
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Post by mila2007 on Nov 15, 2007 22:45:54 GMT -6
Hesitant as she was about it, Lucas continued his chords and rhythms to enlighten her with the poem. After a while, she got into it again. Or so it seemed to him. “I’m used to this now, I’ve done this all week.
What are you doing? Are you having fun? I am certainly not, I kinda wanna run.
To run is to escape, To escape is to flee. I’d flee to you, dear. I’d flee to be free.” He ended with some fast strums and a long G-chord to finish up, smiling at her. She seemed shy, almost embarrassed; rubbing the locket chain that hung on her neck. Lucas' smile turned curious. Most artists and musicians hated the stuff they came up with. It was normal. Lucas himself hated some of the things he created on the guitar, and even voiced. But he never threw away a piece of paper holding some lyric ideas, or discarded the voice in his head telling him that something was off or stupid. Because it wasn't. Not that he was being vain, but he believed every idea, every thought had value. It was like a puzzle. A thought was a puzzle piece. When you finally found it under the couch, or behind the dresser, heck, even in the cat's stomach, you had to find a place for it. A place it would fit. It was frustrating, obviously, with so many other puzzle pieces and empty spaces, but eventually the piece found it's spot where it not only fit. It sang. Or it danced, or it dived. It did something. And that's usually the something you needed. So, for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why Jessie seemed so embarrassed about her poem. He thought it was wonderful. It spoke, it sang. It was a puzzle piece. Perhaps she hadn't found a place to put it yet, he decided, old grin returning to his face. To make things less awkward as they obviously were now, he decided to not delve into the predicament. Nodding his head, he leaned his head back. "Naw, we don't have to repeat the poem if ya don't want to." [[Admin Edit: 1 galleon given by Gin.]]
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