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Post by Ophelia Wainwright on Oct 20, 2008 0:24:17 GMT -4
Twelve thirty two pm.
It was the beginning of lunch, as students were piling into the main foyer, some heading to lunch time clubs, some heading to the cafeteria to eat, and some just looking for a spot to sit and eat their lunch without being too disturbed. Most were looking to just enjoy their lunch....
...and some were just there for the floor show.
Ophelia and Jude sat in the middle of the foyer floor, Jude with a colorful set of bongo's and Ophelia, crossed legged and eyes closed, loud voice reverberating in the room.
"Oh can anyone spare some change? Two dollars for a song written for you on the spot!"
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Post by Adrian Scott-Bridgers on Oct 20, 2008 0:34:29 GMT -4
Adrian had been wandering by, in fact looking for Jude, and he couldn't help a chuckle when he saw their set up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a five, and held it up. "Two dollars apeice," he answered, grinning, " and change. But it had better be good." He paused, thinking back to stories he'd heard of Ophelia (aka: things that Leigh had told him). "And shall we keep nipples out of it, please?"
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 20, 2008 0:42:10 GMT -4
Tatum had settled herself, rather begrudgingly, a few feet away from the set up. She was seated on one of the benches closer to the office, usually reserved for students waiting for their punishments from Principal During. However, at the lunch hour, it was thankfully empty. The red haired girl didn't look the least bit pleased, arms crossed over her chest, and a frown on her face. It was clear she was trying to keep a distance [but still an eye] between herself and her girlfriend, though there was only about ten feet between herself and the Wainwrights. It was useless trying to disassociate herself from the pair. As if the entire school didn't know they were a couple.
Tatum's own two dollars was the only money currently in their till, other than the five that Adrian was adding.
"Good luck with that," she called bitterly, upon hearing his request to Ophi. "She can't not sing about anyone's nipples, even when the person gets really mad, and begs really hard for her not to sing that stupid song in front of the biology teacher that someone else really respects, and needs to attend class with this afternoon. God, she's going to think I'm just as crazy as you! And now she knows all about my.. m-my attributes."
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Post by Adrian Scott-Bridgers on Oct 20, 2008 1:22:02 GMT -4
Adrian grimaced at Tatum's tone -- she was clearly upset, and he wondered passingly if Ophelia and she were fighting. "Um," he answered and tossed Jude a rather helpless look, completely unsure of what he was supposed to say. He barely knew Tatum, and if she was genuinely upset he didn't want to make it worse. But he also didn't want to annoy Ophelia either, or Jude. He pushed at the bridge of his nose, and absently decided he needed to wear his glasses more, because people were going to star thinking that he was crazy for doing that all the time when he was wearing his contacts.
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 20, 2008 10:28:58 GMT -4
Ophelia made a face at Tatum, unsure if the other girl really was still mad at her or if she was just being cranky. "Why you gotta play me like that, Tatum? You know I love you and only embarrass you out of said froofy love. Don't resist. resistance is futile"
Jude rolled his eyes, grinning up at Adrian. "Don't worry, I'll sing your song. Hmm."He had been working on a song for Adrian, to be honest; a little preview couldn't hurt. "You know me, You know my every step. Since you I feel like no one understands, I know this, I tangled with your lips. Since you the sun has gone into eclipse. Close our eyes realize were running circles in the sun. I'm feeling fine just losing time and knowing your the one. So come with me come with me. I cant wait till we run away cos we need no reasons. Run away cos we love the night..."
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 20, 2008 10:37:12 GMT -4
Tatum ignored the comment direct her way, thin arms still clasped around her chest, as she slouched down a little, and fixed Ophelia with a less than friendly glare as Jude began to sing for Adrian. It was a very beautiful song, and even some of the other people milling around the foyer had stopped to look over in their direction. Lower lip sticking out in a firm pout, Tatum turned her head in the direction of the trophy case, adverting her eyes.
"And you can't write me songs like that instead.. ?"
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Post by Adrian Scott-Bridgers on Oct 20, 2008 13:31:42 GMT -4
Adrian was very far from the arguments of the Tatum-and-Ophelia variety and he was very intently listening to Jude sing. Okay, Adrian was swooning in every manner one can swoon and still maintain standing. And he was also torn between whether or not he should tip them enormously or how quickly-and-quietly he could kidnap Jude from the Foyer mid-performance, where he could then bring him somewhere else and..."thank" him. And then he just stopped for the moment and caught Jude's gaze. Warmth sizzled in his stomach and he decided that he was officially at least halfway in love.
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 20, 2008 23:43:34 GMT -4
Opehlia made a face. "You know I suck at actual song writing. I try my best for you, woman, but it's never enough!" she rattled the change in the cup. "Besides, you love my odes to you and your body parts."
Jude smiled, hands stilling on the bongos. "I sort of cheated, where I've been working on that one for you anyways..."
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 20, 2008 23:53:35 GMT -4
If she frowned anymore, Tatum was sure that her face might begin to crack. "If by love, you mean am-incredibly-embarrassed-nearly-to-the-point-of-tears, then you'd be correct. As things stand, you're oh so very wrong."
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Post by Adrian Scott-Bridgers on Oct 20, 2008 23:54:37 GMT -4
"I loved it, babe. You've seriously got some song-writing talent. And on the upside," Adrian grinned at him, "admitting that might actually be better for you in the long run!" He winked and sidled up so that he was standing on the other side of the hallway, leaning onto one of the billboards that had game-days stapled onto it, so that he would be out of the way of general foot traffic, and the movement allowed anyone else who wanted a song to be free to do so without him standing in the way.
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 20, 2008 23:55:18 GMT -4
"You know, baby, sometimes your words? They hurt. Hurt me right down in the deep down."
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 20, 2008 23:56:35 GMT -4
"All that I want in a real song, without having to ask your brother for it. I bet he could write something nice about me."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 21, 2008 21:07:07 GMT -4
Ophelia made a face. "You would not have to ask him to write it. I could write it. It would be lovely."
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 21, 2008 22:38:18 GMT -4
"No, it wouldn't. It would be about my goddamn tits, again," Tatum spat, upturning her nose and turning her head away from the other girl.
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 21, 2008 22:41:50 GMT -4
Ophelia frowned. "It would not. I can write about other things then your tits, sir."
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