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towerofanimus2012-03-06 08:22 pm
fracta_anima) wrote in towerofanimus2012-03-06 08:22 pm
ITP: Queen
Characters: Minami and anyone who comes along
Setting: Media level
Format: Any kind your little heart desires, I will follow it.
Summary:Crack after all the angst Minami is a fan of Queen and decided to indulge, so she's blasting it in the media level and singing at the top of her lungs to make herself feel better. Fortunately she has no sense of shame when it comes to being caught.
Warnings: Bohemian Rhapsody, Don't Stop Me Now, bad karaoke, and crack
Minami had had enough of being depressed, of being nervous and awkward and sad. She had had enough of being the withdrawn girl she'd become since she'd first been brought into this Tower with no sense of purpose and the group of people who hated her most as the only familiar faces. She was sick of staying out of the way of said people and of trying to keep her head down while she got herself together.
So she decided to do something truly fun for once since she got here. Who cared if she'd made a huge mistake with her brother? Who cared if her world was gone? Who cared if she had no direction? Minami wanted music. Going from foster home to foster home, music had always been her escape, her outlet. When she was tired of putting on that plastic smile and trying to be good enough so that maybe, just maybe, this family would want to keep her around, she just put her headphones on, turned the volume up as high as it would go and lose herself. It didn't matter what the particular band was or the genre, though she did have a few personal favorites. As long as there was a melody to listen to she was fine.
But right now? She had something specific in mind. A band that had been near and dear to her heart since she was a child. The media level was empty at the moment and if someone had an issue she'd deal with it then. No. She wanted to sing. And dance. And make an idiot of herself.
With a random remote control acting as an impromptu microphone and 'Don't Stop Me Now' blaring through the level, Minami danced around, singing at the top of her lungs, using tables as impromptu stages, and generally making a nuisance of herself like she hadn't since she was twelve years old. Almost instantly she'd felt better than she had in a long time, a rush of adrenaline she normally only got when fighting shadows coursing through her veins as she took the time to have fun instead of live in the constant misery the tower provided for its residents.
Setting: Media level
Format: Any kind your little heart desires, I will follow it.
Summary:
Warnings: Bohemian Rhapsody, Don't Stop Me Now, bad karaoke, and crack
Minami had had enough of being depressed, of being nervous and awkward and sad. She had had enough of being the withdrawn girl she'd become since she'd first been brought into this Tower with no sense of purpose and the group of people who hated her most as the only familiar faces. She was sick of staying out of the way of said people and of trying to keep her head down while she got herself together.
So she decided to do something truly fun for once since she got here. Who cared if she'd made a huge mistake with her brother? Who cared if her world was gone? Who cared if she had no direction? Minami wanted music. Going from foster home to foster home, music had always been her escape, her outlet. When she was tired of putting on that plastic smile and trying to be good enough so that maybe, just maybe, this family would want to keep her around, she just put her headphones on, turned the volume up as high as it would go and lose herself. It didn't matter what the particular band was or the genre, though she did have a few personal favorites. As long as there was a melody to listen to she was fine.
But right now? She had something specific in mind. A band that had been near and dear to her heart since she was a child. The media level was empty at the moment and if someone had an issue she'd deal with it then. No. She wanted to sing. And dance. And make an idiot of herself.
With a random remote control acting as an impromptu microphone and 'Don't Stop Me Now' blaring through the level, Minami danced around, singing at the top of her lungs, using tables as impromptu stages, and generally making a nuisance of herself like she hadn't since she was twelve years old. Almost instantly she'd felt better than she had in a long time, a rush of adrenaline she normally only got when fighting shadows coursing through her veins as she took the time to have fun instead of live in the constant misery the tower provided for its residents.
/turns it on
Well, it was fun. That's kind of the point. I needed a break from being depressed around here.
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Fuck yeah, I feel you, girl! Too many brothers and bitches be gettin' their killjoy all on something motherfucking fierce what's 'round at here. ...Pie?
[He holds out the tin of glowy green goop to her. Sharing is caring!]
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And with how boring the menu in the cafeteria is this month? The pie looks delicious. And even though she barely gets what he says it's pie. Lemon pie from the look of it--except why is it glowing?
Well it can't be too bad and Minami's courage is rank 10 so Minami takes the tin from him and dips her fingers in.]
Thanks!
[And she tastes it.]
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No fuckin' problem, motherfucker. What kinda brother would a brother be if he don't get his split on with the mystical sneeze at a new bro?
[His toes bobbed up and down, compensating for the lack of music, now. He took another swallow of slime himself, sucking on a finger thoughtfully.]
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He'd be a brother who was no brother at all. Hahaha. I'm.... I'm Minami. Minami Ari.... Arisato. What's your--hahaha--name?
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[He wipes a slimy hand on his pants, then extends it in introduction.]
Name's Gamzee. Nice to all be fuckin' to meet you, Minami!
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Hahahaha. Nice to meet.... to meet.... [A snort.] meet you too!
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You all to be wanting some motherfucking more of the wicked shit, or you all good and miraculous enough, little sister?
[Now he's shaking the pie tin enthusiastically.]
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S-sure! I'll take some more. It tastes good!
[Sob. She's probably going to wind up passing out from the stuff. But the butterflies around it are so pretty and it smells like soap and lime and cake. Having more can't hurt, can it?]
BACKKKKKKKKTAGGGGGGGGGGGG WEEPS
Shit, thanks, motherfucker! Can't be all making more, though, 'cause they don't got all the magical goodness I be needing to whip them up, un fucking fortunately.
[He holds out the tin for her. Go ahead, have as much as you want.]
I'm making an S. Link-style CR chart. What Arcana would you like for Gamzee?
That suuuuuucks! Maybe if you ask reeeeeal nicely they'll let you have some more magic?
If it's not taken already, The Fool is perfect, haha. <3
Fuuuck, maybe you're all to be being motherfucking right there, girl! Did to ask for my pile in the box dude and the bitch went and fucking delivered on that one! Think I fuckin' will!
[He looked back down to the tin, which was now almost empty.]
Go ahead an' have the last of it if you wanna. Got more back in the room.
I don't mind having multiples of the same Arcana. |D
[She eats the last of it--and now she just can't stop laughing at all.]
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Heheheh, you feelin' all motherfuckin' fine now, magical little sister of mine?
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Fuuuuck yeah, that's what I'm all to be gettin' the preach on all about, motherfucker! Fills the ol' pan with them most mystical of miracles, it fuckin' does!
Hey, what you all were to be at gettin' your motherfucking belt on out of just now, huh?
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Singing to them is way more fun than just moping around this stupid boring place!
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Holy mothErFuUuUuCkKk! :oO
[He's just going to reel back for a moment. All of this spinny visual word shit is making him kick the wicked zone, and kick it motherfucking harsh!]
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...wHaT If aLl lIkE, a sIsTeR WaS AlL To bE SlAmMiNg tHaT ShIt lIkE WhAt's tHe mOtHeRfUcK BeFoRe, BuT WiTh aLl tHe fUcKiN mIrAcLe wOrDs, NoW!?
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That would be SO COOL! Here! Here! [She pulls him to the console, laughing merrily.] You pick the song!
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WhOaAaAa... WhIcH OnEs aRe aLl tO Be bEiNg tHe sLaM PoEtRy?