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andrew. twenty-three. call me roo. i bet you look great on the dance floor

[zepsternerd]

[angelicskyler]

"It went when I left LA- how could I be spontaneous without my Roo?" Skyler’s grin returned the size of Roo’s, and his hand reached out to shove his friend in a similarly playful manner. "I guess? I’ve never been to London," answered the blonde with a shrug. His expression turned to a large smile, seemingly at Roo’s comment, but for another reason instead. Scar had made a similar comment about Sky’s bright self in gloomy Seattle, and the thought of his two friends who were once so close sharing a thought made him smile. In a time where the Street Rat Pack was more separated than ever, it was a godsend for a moment that reminded him of old times, no matter how coincidental it was. "Roo, anyone who’s known you for more than a few hours knows you’re obsessed with that movie." Skyler laughed as he admired Roo’s flexibility, a quality he felt only added to the man’s spirited personality. He was so nimble that Sky believed that were it not for his name, he may have been given the nickname Tigger instead of Scar. "Yeah? Then what? Dirty Dancing: the Porno?"

[androoviola]

Roo laughed and surrendered to Sky's extremely valid point. He'd never had a long time room mate but if he had, they'd probably need something to keep from dropping off the deep end due to his incessant need to watch Dirty Dancing. In his defense, though, he did switch it to Step Up occasionally. "Yeah, that's my fantasy anyway. Wouldn't it make a worthy sequel? I think so." There were so many things Roo wanted to ask his best friend as he let the silence sink in for a minute, taking the time to soak in his presence. How were things going with Sam, if they were at all? How was he in general? And another question that he was even more hesitant to ask, had he spoken to Scar? There was nothing he couldn't figure out on his own, anyway. Besides, for now, other priorities of his came before the rest. "I have to go pick up some milk and bagels for you know who. Wanna come play grown up with me?"

[rhiannonfindley]

Barton, how’s it hanging?

[androoviola]

"Pretty low actually. Considering, you know", he trails off, motioning to the pouring rain outside. "Not that I don't love the rain or anything."

[rviseul-blog]

Hazel quirked an eyebrow when he questioned her, shaking her head laggardly. “Oh, I woulda done a helluva lot better than that if I were trying to spark competition,” she stated, “I was just asking to ask—I don’t know how great ya are with swimming or holding your breath ‘n all. I mean, this is about a competition ‘n all, but…no.” It’d really just been a matter of curiosity for her, and she was almost offended that he thought otherwise, but she did want to see what would happen if anyone attempted the challenge, so she wasn’t saying much more about the accusation. “Mmm, there’s a public pool, actually, ya know. The Absinthe one. Can’t pee in it or weird things’ll happen, which turns off visitors for some reason—like, wouldn’t ya like to know if there was anything in the water?—but it’s safer than the lakes ‘n all, I suppose. We could go there if ya decide to take a little initiative. It’d be the ultimate challenge too—heard it’s a little dangerous to ingest the pool water, but still. Imagine tryin’ to come up for air and getting a mouthful of that shit, huh?”

[androoviola]

"Ah, yes. The Absinthe.", he sighed in faux reminiscence. "Oh the sweet, sweet memories." He may have been joking, but it was only slightly. It had been years since he visited the Absinthe and even when he used to, it was mostly for a practical joke's sake. "Okay now that was definitely you trying to challenge me. No way around that one.", he laughed. Roo had only been pulling her chain before but she was proving to be tougher than some passerby may have assumed. But he knew better from the start. He began walking backwards, but slowly and with a huge grin slapped onto his face. "And this is me challenging right back. Ya coming?"

[abelginzburg-deactivated2015010]

Merch?  Why not?!  I don’t think it’d hurt to try getting up a fanbase first before anything else.  Then they’d know our plans before we ever officially start out and it’d be an established basis of mutual help!  They help us to help others!  Sounds great!  But I think I’ll let you deal with the interests…{laughing to himself} since that’s not really up my alley.

[androoviola]

Not up your alley? So you're just in it for the music? 

[deathly-dee]

   ”Uh huhhh— Literally, though? You do that?” 

[androoviola]

"Nah-no. I'm not nearly as badass as I'd like to think I am. Someone should though."

[faefriend]

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the run and go // twenty one pilots

don’t wanna hand you all my troubles don’t wanna give you all my demons you will have to watch me struggle from several rooms away but tonight, i need you to stay

[rviseul-blog]

"Yeah, well…obviously, it would be better for the more extreme pool-goers. Ya know…the humans that basically live ‘n breathe water, but I don’t know, I think a competition to see who could stay the longest underwater without coming up for air could be fun," Hazel stated, nodding slowly while she spoke. She didn’t know if he even enjoyed swimming himself, but as far as she was concerned, it was only going to get colder outside, so why not do something summery while she still had the chance? "Besides, what’s a little competition between friends, huh? Ya think they might beat ya?"

[androoviola]

Roo scoffed slightly and smirked. "You trying to appeal to that competitor that I may or may have in me? I thought you'd get more creative." Yeah, it was hot. And maybe a quick dip wouldn't be too bad and honestly what else could stand close to that offer and not pale in comparison. But getting even more convincing could be a little entertaining so for the time being he stuck to giving her a hard time. "Where are you thinking we'd go anyway? I don't think the oceans or lakes are safe and I don't know anyone with a pool."

[ashstymestchildoflondon-deactiv]

[abelginzburg-deactivated2015010]

Yeah, and any money we made could go to charities!  Or, you know, what’s left after the expenses…which I’m not too keen on.  But hey, for now my doodling looks to be working just fine.  Maybe even good enough to showcase to the older folks down at the nursing home?  Who knows?

[androoviola]

Spot on, the exact kind of confidence I'm looking for in a band mate. Is it too early to start on merch? I feel like getting a solid tee design before any actual public attention wouldn't be a bad idea. If anything, we can get fans out of our clothing before our music. We'll take any interest we can get. Or I will. I will take any interest I can get. 

[antithesisms-blog]

One moment he was trying to get his way out of a guilt gift and the next he was staring at the palm of Roo’s hand. “Uh…” Before he could say much else Roo had ordered the drinks, ruffled his hands through Samson’s hair, and then dropped his hands down to his sides. Part of Samson felt like he should feel patronized but he could tell that the act was done farthest from that intent, so instead he let himself laugh. It was a short, just under his breath sort of chuckle, but it still escaped his lips. “Thanks, I guess.” he said, not able to really come up with any better words. After all, there was no use in refusing the already ordered drink. Samson debated whether or not to tell the truth or to lie to Roo. Samson liked to think he was an honest sort of guy, telling the truth more often than not, but in a situation like this, the truth seemed the more harmful of the two. “It wasn’t a favourite, I have plenty. If it’s not okay I’ll get a new one.” he shrugged. He hadn’t exactly lied per se; because it wasn’t his favourite and it was also very likely that they’d find some sort of replacement, or they’d just cut that shirt right out of the shoot. There was always a way to work around it, and so long as Samson’s face was in tact things would go relatively smoothly. In all honesty, Samson just didn’t want the guy to feel any worse than he did. “So you’re a student then? Well I’m sorry about you running late and all.” 

[androoviola]

"I'm sure it'll be okay. There's a few tricks to getting even the worst stains out. Although I don't know any specifically, I know they're out there", he replied, realizing it probably came out not-so-intelligently so he whipped out a sympathetic grin. The barista spoke out to get his attention finally and he stepped over himself to grab the two drinks, handing one to Samson. Like a child without his daily attention assisting medicine, Roo's schedule was completely erased from his mind. Or maybe he didn't even have one to begin with. Either way, the worst case scenario for forgetting something on his to do list wasn't all that horrible. Would he get fired? Certainly not. He didn't think so any way. Roo liked to believe that they needed him more than he needed them. He also lived on his own now so there was no one to breathe down his neck. Even though he never actually had someone do that before. He swiped the tip of the whipped cream mountain topping his cappuccino. It was a notable amount of whipped cream for just a cappuccino and it may have been pushing regular cappuccino protocol but you wouldn't see him complaining as he sucked every last bit off his finger. "Ah don't be, it's not of any real concern. Student? Boy, is my face red.", he said, raising his eyebrows and smirking. "No, I'm actually employed nowadays. Dancer on the side. Well.. sort of. More of a straight up pro with no current gigs. We can keep that part on the hush hush though, yeah? I don't need too much fame too early." He took the first sip of his freshly brewed coffee and wiped his upper lip to dodge faux mustache embarrassment. "I'd ask about you, but I wanna guess. Writer? You strike me as the next Nicolas Sparks. Unless you've got a darker side. More Stephen King maybe?" 

[lerrusso]

[androoviola]

Roo listened to the suggestion and he may have considered it for a second but, truthfully, was feeling more lazy than anything else. Nothing a little persuasion couldn't potentially fix, however. "Yeah, that'd be a great idea if we... ya know.. couldn't get killed in the process." 

[narcisisst]

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Semi-Automatic - twenty one pilots

Night falls, with gravity The earth turns, from sanity Taking my only friend I know, He leaves a lot, his name is “Hope”

[theokarr]

In a moment, he’d wished he had something like Kalli’s smarts, or even Abel’s streets smarts. But he had neither, a rudimentary understanding of everything and nothing more. He wanted to continue the conversation, if only because he felt like that was what normal people did. They talked about things, exchanged knowledge, had ideas. But for Theodore his entire life felt like he was being talked at, not quite having a conversation. Which was why it felt partially good when Andrew actually just pushed the subject to the side, making Theodore smile as he nodded lightly, looking up at the boy. He cocked his head while listening, before he chuckled. “I’m not that brave,” he admitted, though the admittance wasn’t a hard one. It was practically common knowledge. “I’d need to wait for them to make the first move, all the while I’m just silently pining and thinking about all the nice things they’ve said to me and when the next time I can see them is.” He furrowed his brow though, before he added, holding up a hand, “But I swear I’m not a stalker, really.” But Theodore fell in love with the small things people did, and his thoughts hardly went beyond admiration half the time, his thoughts only voiced as he lay half asleep between Kalli and Abel, with the two of them listening about stories of the girl who had given him a free flower or the boy who had smiled at him in the coffee shop. Strange, but typical. Theodore had stepped forward and had his hand against the glass display by then. He didn’t look back at Andrew as he said, “Like a box of six? We each get three that way….” But then he let out a happy cheer as he said, “They have lavender flavored?!”

[androoviola]

There were really only a few people Andrew looked up to, one namely being Skylar. Who also happened to be his very best friend meaning it wasn't an instantaneous admiration. Not exactly, anyway. But as he stood there next to the other boy who wasn't all that much taller than he was, there was something that made Roo wonder. It was refreshing to be so interested in another being instead of a dance video or a dark tunnel he'd just discovered. In fact, he wasn't sure he'd had that feeling since the pack. Theo was very different from any other person he'd met, he was the opposite of typical and that was exciting. Or maybe it was the opposite in that he was typical and that was something Andrew wasn't used to being exposed to. Or maybe it was just the bakery fumes messing with the biochemicals in his brain. Deciding he'd figure it out later and regardless he was fun to be with, he followed the other's example and pressed his nose up against the glass despite the 'KEEP OFF GLASS' plaque on the counter. Apparently they felt very passionate about this rule, getting it on a plaque and all. "Lavender's a flavor?", he asked, curiously. "What would that even taste like? I want it." There were so many other flavors, too. Raspberry, pistachio, salted caramel, even plain old vanilla. There had never been a time where Roo could easily make a decision at the drop of the hat regardless of how spontaneous he liked to consider himself, and today was no exception. "Maybe a box of...ten?? I figure we're first timers, we need a bit of everything."

[sashawhittemore]

When the boy followed behind her, Delilah’s lips morphed into an almost proud smirk. That voice mentioned how she still had it in her and for some reason it gave her a sense of pride in herself that a boy was willing to follow her. She shook her head, trying to knock that voice away for the time being. She wanted to make friends, not be labeled as a bitch. “Really? I rarely see it. Most of the guys who take any kind of interest me are, pardon my French, but they are total dicks.” Delilah looked over the boy with a smile. “But I suppose girls can be no better sometimes. Ever met a girl who just doesn’t give a shit? It works both ways.” She shrugged, wrapping her arms around her torso as she started to feel more and more body conscious the more people began to stare. “Roo? Is that short for anything? Regardless, it is a pleasure to meet you.” She rolled her eyes playfully in response to his flashy smile. “You can call me Delilah, unless you think of something cooler.”

Delilah was in one of the best moods she had been in, in a while. Things today had been running smoothly. The sun was shining and she was with someone who didn’t know about her or what she had been like or what she had recently gone through. She couldn’t help but to roll her eyes at his latest comment. “People shouldn’t have to redeem themselves for silly things, but I will pretend I didn’t say that because this shirt has been my dream since I first laid eyes on it.” She nudged him before turning a sharp corner. “Come on, slow poke! It is just down here, at the end of the street.”

[androoviola]

It was always unbearable in Barton Hollow around this time of year. Sure, Roo had been gone for a few months but that was something he could never forget. The summers were brutal and the end of summer was even worse, almost as if it was trying to go out with bang. And that it did. But right here in this moment as he walked behind Delilah's strut responding with his own stride, it was pleasant. Some trees lining the sides of the street blocked the two from the sun's unforgiving rays, but what did make it through the branches landed on the girl's hair making it shine. It looked almost golden to him. And even now as she looked over at him to speak, her eyes glowed like gems. Outwardly, she was treasure. But this was no secret. It was what laid inside that Roo was particularly interested in, though he was clearly already impressed with what he could make out considering he was walking with her while the coffee shop, where he needed to be, faded out more and more into the background. He had been out of contact with the pack for what felt like some time now so it was nice to pretend this woman, who only a few minutes ago was a stranger, was actually nothing but a companion. 

Mulling over her question, although rhetorical, a few girls came to mind. They certainly didn't give a shit about much, but he still thought they had a heart. Even when he was at his lowest he couldn't think badly of them. Thinking it was possible that they were heartless was the epitome of bad in Roo's mind. Still, he knew exactly what Delilah was talking about. So he nodded, watching as his feet took turns moving him along before looking up at her, playfully wincing. "Yeah yeah, girls don't give a shit. But most guys are just hopelessly clueless. It's why we need you guys in the first place. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.", he teased. "It is actually. It's short for Andrew. But I'm partial to Roo. Just fits, dontchya think?" At that he beamed a huge smile probably even more animated than the wincing. "Delilah it is then." 

He looked out to where she was referring and saw the sign. Catching up speed, he tapped her shoulder opposite of where he actually was running past. Hoping his trick worked but not actually willing to give up the time to check, he gunned it down the street just like he had earlier that morning. Only this time, he checked before swinging the door open. "Congratulations, I'm 100 years old.", he called out to her with a laugh behind each word as he leaned on the door to keep it open for her. The sweet air conditioning was escaping because of him and the store manager wasn't pleased, but he pretended like he couldn't see her.

[maeve-parker-deactivated2014112]

The nickname was enough to draw a bout of girlish giggle out of Maeve and she unabashedly took to studying the man’s features. He was quite handsome in an unconventional sort of way and his attitude was a mixture of polite and daring she found intriguing. He was demanding attention in a subtle manner, gently enough that you felt compelled to give in. She smirked at his question, as she played with the notebook before dropping it in her bag. “I use it to write down any ideas I might have but for the most part you’d find recipes. And lists of ingredients.”

[androoviola]

Roo stood at alert upon hearing her giggle. His head shot up and a smile grew on his face as he looked her over, her laugh proving to be contagious. "Recipes and ingredients? You like to cook? ...Do you have a restaurant or something around here?", he asked, significantly interested. This could very well be the answer to all his prayers. Only the best sort of chefs never stop working and if Maeve had somewhere he could buy some decent eats, he'd be all over it. Avila had been complaining about his cooking since he returned home.