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outer_divide2014-07-13 12:00 am
burning_highway) wrote in outer_divide2014-07-13 12:00 am
[Video] Oh my, feels just like I don't try. [Sunday morning, Week 66]
[Priss says nothing at all for a very long, drawn out moment, just staring at the camera like it might bite her... or like she might bite it. It's wariness from someone whose fight or flight instincts are most assuredly 'fight'. But this isn't the puzzled stare of someone unfamiliar with technology; she's framed perfectly, lit marvelously, and there isn't a trace of confusion in her sharp, unfriendly stare. She's found jeans, boots, and a t-shirt somewhere, all of which are too large for her, and she's sitting on the ground, leaning back against a wall. The camera is propped up on something; her hands are visible, bruised almost black.]
Hello, Poseidon.
[Her expression sours briefly at the unfamiliar word, like she doesn't like the taste of it; the pronunciation is a bit wonky, with the language barrier, though not so wonky that the communicators have any problem subtitling the translation. Priss looks away from the camera, possibly figuring out what to say. When she looks back again, it's with a slight, one-shouldered shrug under the loose shirt.]
Any of you any good on guitar?
[Probably not the expected question from a new face, that. She draws one leg up, bent sharply at the knee, one of her arms draped over it. There are many scabbed-over circular puncture wounds visible where her loose t-shirt leaves her arms bare. Several are stitched shut, where scabbing alone couldn't cut it, and much of the rest of her visible skin is a canvas of severe bruising from the jaw down. She looks like someone who should be in a hospital, honestly. But good luck making her stay in one.]
I guess I could use a drummer now, too.
[A soft snort, and Priss glances up at the sky before looking at the camera again.]
...But you gotta be good, or you're not worth my time.
Hello, Poseidon.
[Her expression sours briefly at the unfamiliar word, like she doesn't like the taste of it; the pronunciation is a bit wonky, with the language barrier, though not so wonky that the communicators have any problem subtitling the translation. Priss looks away from the camera, possibly figuring out what to say. When she looks back again, it's with a slight, one-shouldered shrug under the loose shirt.]
Any of you any good on guitar?
[Probably not the expected question from a new face, that. She draws one leg up, bent sharply at the knee, one of her arms draped over it. There are many scabbed-over circular puncture wounds visible where her loose t-shirt leaves her arms bare. Several are stitched shut, where scabbing alone couldn't cut it, and much of the rest of her visible skin is a canvas of severe bruising from the jaw down. She looks like someone who should be in a hospital, honestly. But good luck making her stay in one.]
I guess I could use a drummer now, too.
[A soft snort, and Priss glances up at the sky before looking at the camera again.]
...But you gotta be good, or you're not worth my time.
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Are you starting a band?
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Thinking about it, sure. You like music, kid?
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[Not that there's another kind of chore]
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[Not that Priss has had 'chores' in a very long time; save for perhaps when Linna has conned her into doing stuff around her place after feeding the singer.]
I guess I just haven't heard much music since I arrived, you know?
[Granted, she hasn't exactly been socializing.]
You guys even have clubs around here?
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[It honestly hadn't occurred to her that a kid wouldn't know if there were clubs or not; she'd started singing on stage pretty young, wearing little enough. Her town was a fucked up place like that, and her home ward even more.]
So I bet you like fast music, then. Anything in particular?
Video. I went to a great deal of trouble to find something that wasn't jizz
[THey were probably his mom's. But maybe they could be cool anyway.]
In which Priss has no idea she's talking to a *temporary* kid. 8D
[Priss smirks a little at that, leaning back a little more against the wall she's sitting back against.]
Well, maybe if I do this thing, you can come to a show. Just depends on where I play... I don't usually get booked at places that let kids in.
[Granted, she doesn't usually try to get booked anywhere but Hot Legs, anymore. But since Hot Legs in all its tacky glory isn't here...]
It's a hard thing to expect
I don't know where they want musicians here... there's gotta be somewhere though right?
It's convenient; she's automatically friendlier with kids. XD
[Priss leans forward enough to prop her chin on the back of her wrist, draped over her knee, expression going thoughtful.]
I mean, I guess there's always busking, but I think I'd almost rather do manual labor.
[Almost. Priss glances off-camera.]
Well, kid, I'm going to go try to get hold of a guitar. Maybe I'll play something on air in a few days.
[Like, once her fingers aren't practically black with bruising.]
Probably won't be a fast song, though. That calls for more instruments.
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[Priss considers this stranger for a moment, eyeing the camera.]
Though if you're good, I've been known to write for a guy here and there. You actually good, or you just someone who sings a bit in the shower once in a while?
boy's from a musical :)
yeah XD
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[Well, it's not shocking to run into someone who doesn't know musical notation. She mostly did gigs in the rough parts of Megatokyo, after all; not the most high-brow of circles.]
I could teach you how, I suppose. For a fee, of course.
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Why were you looking for musicians?
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[Whether she's come to grips with this being another world or not, she'd be stuck for now even if this was some weird foreign area on her Earth.]
Thinking about starting another band, at least until I meet back up with my guys.
It's like the one skill I have that could pay rent, or something.
[Not that she went unpaid as a mercenary vigilante, but Priss isn't advertising her other skills.]
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[Priss' expression sours for a moment.]
Of course, no one here knows my stuff, so I have no rep. Haven't had to deal with that problem since I was a kid.
[And putting on the blond wig and skin-baring getup of her earlier years to help spark interest wasn't an option, anymore.]
But whatever, not like it takes much. [To feed and house her, that is.] What do you mean, 'this time'?
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[Where has Priss been since she arrived? Even she's not sure; it's all a bit muddled. She's likely been bumming it, but that's familiar enough. And avoiding cops is second nature to the Knight.]
I haven't been awake much since I got here, frankly.
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I missed much when I was asleep on the ship.
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[Priss has been in the vigilante game for long enough -- over a decade! -- to know better than to ask a bunch of questions about such things over a comm. So she just absorbs that, and drops it.]
Sounds like you've made something of a hobby of it.
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[Priss hasn't all-out admitted to not having been in the ship yet, but her startled question is as good as admission.]
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[He thinks about her reaction.] You haven't seen it, have you? The inside of the ship, I mean. You cannot miss those devices.
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[Cagey, always cagey.]
Would that be a problem?
[For all she knows, maybe those cops she's been dodging take extra issue to you if you weren't trapped in there.]
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[Those who try to look after Priss, tend to die.]
'Sides, I'm not keen on being anybody's anything.
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How--no, that is too intrusive for the network.
If I hear of work like that or other musicians, I will tell you.
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I appreciate it. Thanks for keeping an ear out.
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