AMOS DARCY
rebel 
rockstar
achtung, baby!
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Post by AMOS DARCY on Mar 5, 2012 18:12:32 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top] | [atrb=vAlign,top] words !? · tags anybody! · notes i am very sreepy! Everything about this was rare. For starters, Amos, a completely professional rock star, was at a library of all places instead of his usual hangout: the worn-down club. Next, the young man was not only at the library, but he was actually reading and he was actually enjoying the novel as well - wait, what was he even reading?
With slight curiosity, he flipped the book to the cover page as he carefully preserved his spot in the novel. At the title that had something to suspiciously do with a fellow named Dorian Gray, he only shrugged his lofty shoulders briefly before he returned to his safely preserved location in the yellowed pages and continued to flip through absent-mindedly. Now, his interest in this Dorian Gray fellow was beginning to wane and he was itching to stir up some real fun, some real interaction, instead of sticking his nose in some old classic.
As if he forgot his surroundings, his eyes took a quick sweep of the area only to notice not a single familiar face ...although there were a few gawking stares he caught from several school girls, to whom he waved back coyly with his slender fingers. He received a shy giggle in response and Amos did nothing to tamper with the sound like the completely good boy he was. Ah, this was more like it! Time to waste some money on nameless young ladies!
Of course, about the exact moment he stood up from his chair, he accidentally collided bodies with an unfortunate individual. ...Well, perhaps he would've been more sorry if he did not tumble onto the floor with this individual, but he supposed it was his fault.
...His fault, right.
"Hey, you!" he sort of whisper-shouted, "You threw off my groove, bro. You wanna say sorry or somethin'?"
Perhaps, it was not his usual sophisticated elegance, but to hell with that. He was on break and he was going to enjoy it, messed up mojo or not! |
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Post by soleil delacroix on Mar 8, 2012 4:54:47 GMT -5
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What was that called? Oh, right, he'd be incognito. Trying to be as obscure as possible, he pulled over the hood of his jacket over his head and slid into the library, sandwiched between a group of people. Inwardly congratulating himself at getting in the building without crashing into anyone, Soleil sneaked around a towering bookshelf, mouth gaping at the sheer size and mass of classic literaturae. To him, massive amounts of wealth and riches weren't what would make him the happiest man - mutant - on earth; it would be those crisp-paged books, full of information and fantasies none else could ever succeed displaying in his head. He pressed his svelte figure against the strong bookholds, sliding his lean digits against the spines of the books; hungry eyes stared, quickly trying to pick the book he'd appreciate that day.
Finding the book, The Infernal Devices, Soleil turned around hastily to see if there was any empty seats for him to take - but only managed to collide with another, the breath being knocked out of him as he met the ground in a heap. He maybe had jinxed himself. Soon enough, though, he was worrying - worried of what to do, what to say: what if that person he had bumped into was a government official? Chewing on his bottom lip, he was just about to blurt out a long, complicated sentence of an apology and the weather when the other began to speak, whispering ( and keeping an eye on the 'don't speak loudly!' sign nearby the window. ) In addition to that, there were a group of girls giggling and chattering to themselves in the corner - were they ... Related?
Mess up a groove? What exactly did that mean? ;;
"S-Sorry, mister," Soleil stutters, fingers grasping at his book's spine and clutching it to his chest, "I-I didn't mean to -- to mess up your gru - groove." After mutilating the pronunciation of the word, he remembers his small wicker basket at the side and pushes the full container at the other, as if he's saying another apology right there and then. It's filled with small, chocolate-chip cookies, and as minimal as they may be, maybe it could give the scary mister some happiness?
... O-One could hope.
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AMOS DARCY
rebel
rockstar
achtung, baby!
Posts: 25
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Post by AMOS DARCY on Mar 8, 2012 17:54:25 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top] | [atrb=vAlign,top] words !? · tags BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINE · notes i miss you! qq With a small groan, the disheveled rock star rose from the floor and decided now would be a good moment to take the time to study his most devious 'attacker' ...only to discover this kid could be the least likely of all the people in the world to be a criminal mastermind ever. In fact, the poor fellow was actually kind of adorable in that sickly innocent way ...an innocence he wanted to rob. The way he stumbled over his stutter-filled apology - even mispronouncing the word, 'groove' - what even. Who was this guy? A fan? An anti-fan? Surely, it must've been someone who knew the celebrity! After all, who didn't know him?
...Wait, did he just called Amos 'mister'? ...Could it be possible that he didn't actually know the rock star at all? Oh, the horror! Such a fate was inconceivable! ...And why in the world was this kid shoving this basket in front of him? Amos curiously peered into the basket with a lifted eyebrow only to discover the luscious aroma of chocolate sweets - more accurately, chocolate chip cookies: a signature favorite of his. However, the thought suddenly occurred that it might have been poisoned! After all, there was the last girl who gave him a poisoned water bottle, and, geez, was that a nightmare! But ...Amos stole another glance at the young man(?)'s face. The eyes were round, soft ...beautiful even with such long lashes like a girl's. ...Really, he felt a little uncomfortable calling this strange person a man. Well, poisoned or not, his cookies sure smelled awfully nice! "...Are you ...offering me a cookie?"
After seeing how apologetic the boy was, Amos did feel a small twinge of guilt despite the fact that he was called 'mister'. He parted his lips to speak only to take another silent moment to think of what to say. He was about to berate him for calling a mister when he was, in fact, a very handsome young man, but instead, Amos apologized. "...Nevermind, the fault was ...my own," he began, offering a small smile. Swiftly, in his usual flamboyant manner, he took the other by the small of his back and pulled him close, ignoring the giggling girls he was about to hit on. Well, this one looked feminine enough, right? Barely inches apart, he only smiled a little coyly, "My groove will be just fine. What I'm more concerned about is you, love."
"Are you alright?"
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Post by soleil delacroix on Mar 9, 2012 2:45:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top] | [atrb=vAlign,top] words c: · tags monsieur amos · notes i-i miss you too! qq When the unexpected came, Soleil definitely wasn't ready for it.
What he had expected was the wicker basket to go flying, taking all the brunt of the shove the other might have given. Maybe the slap would come at him - so he squeezed his eyes shut, as if to try and calm himself down to take the hit. When nothing came, though, he opened one eye and tilted his chin to look upwards; then heard the apology, which was what he hadn't expected at all. He seemed important; he had nice, flamboyant hair ( that was tidy, which could be said for oh, his dark, disheveled ones ) bright eyes, a face without any worries of his teenage days, and smelled faintly of some sort of cologne that he decided, with one whiff, that he liked. Blushing at the thought, he ducked his head and didn't respond quickly, instead of giving a small nod when the other confirmed taking a cookie. Why, was that odd?
... Had he given himself away? What if this man took him to jail or something because he knew that he was a mutant and he'd have to be separate from other refugees and away from his bakery and stuck in a dark, dank cell and what if -
Biting his tongue and taking a deep breath through his nose, he was about to say yet another string of incoherent words when an unfamiliar feeling of a hand was pressed against his back, and he froze. Wasn't this what people called a hug? A little uncomfortable and insecure, the dark-haired refugee fiddled with his forefinger and thumb, trying to build up a passable sentence; but he was interrupted by the other asking something about him being okay and the word love, then he blanks out for a second.
"Oh, no, it's fine, I was just worried for you because you looked important and you have those girls following you and I thought you were an off -" he stops himself there, eyes growing wide and a hand slapping itself over his mouth, as he just shifts on one foot to another. "-- but uhm, I'm glad you're okay - I'm really sorry for messing up your groove, mister, can I maybe ... Buy it and replace the groove you had before? Is it expen -- it doesn't matter, 'cause I was the one who broke it ... I'll get you a new groove!" Soleil flashes a smile, like a small child; and he pretends to know what that word, 'groove', means. Maybe it's a type of a food he doesn't know about! Like ... Groove with spaghetti sauce!
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AMOS DARCY
rebel
rockstar
achtung, baby!
Posts: 25
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Post by AMOS DARCY on Mar 9, 2012 19:57:44 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top] | [atrb=vAlign,top] words !? · tags BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINE · notes WHERE ARE YOU? ...This kid didn't know who he was at all, did he? ...And to think he was being offered a cookie by this ...this ...who was this guy anyway?
"Really?" Amos took one glance at the basket of cookies. ...Who even carried baskets in this day and age? "...Why're you offering me a cookie again?" He didn't think he did anything recent that was particularly deserving of a sweet treat, but then again, perhaps he shouldn't have complained. "Well, if you insist. Just don't tell the fans, alright?" He plucked one from the litter and took a casual bite of the sweet, surprised with its delicious flavor. Well, maybe he shouldn't have been so impressed, but the rock star knew just how well his cooking 'experiments' would usually end up. "Not bad," he smiled slightly, "Pretty good, actually. I'd say you nailed the flavor," he winked a little deviously.
Despite his release of his hold on the other, Amos was still very close in proximity; after all, he never did learn the definition of 'personal space'. However, his light-hearted mood was suddenly foiled. "I ...looked important?" ...M-Maybe this kid was just playing tricks! Maybe the cookie was poisoned in the end! Oh, God. He still had a concert to sing, but heck, screw the concert. "...Do you even have the slightest idea who I am?"
Well ...apparently not.
"...You ...really don't know what 'groove' is, do you?" There was a moment Amos took to massage his temples. Did this kid live under a rock his whole life or something? How was he supposed to explain the concept? "Groove is ...nevermind," he simply shook his head, loose hair falling into his eyes, "Enlighten me ...I don't think I caught your name." Swiftly, but gently, he took the boy's free hand into his own and pressed his lips to the soft flesh. "The name's Amos. Amos Darcy. Remember it," hr grinned.
"By the way ...how much do you think a groove costs?"
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