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‘ look , i’m just saying if an alligator and or crocodile gets all up in my face i am SHOOTING it right between the beady man-eat-y eyes . ’
trish is... woefully musically inept. she has no preferences (short of a fondness for a handful of beatles songs) and she often can’t be bothered with the radio short of z100, and that’s because of a personal relationship with elvis duran, so occasionally she’ll tune into the morning show during her brief am walk to work. she’s occasionally aware of the top hits or the pop anthems but otherwise she’s completely uneducated about tunes altogether. she can tell you, at least, that she really likes here comes the sun but otherwise she’s pretty lacking. she owns a very fancy, decorative turntable, the most expensive model to be purchased at urban outfitters, and she has a few records bought solely for decorative purposes. among them are a rush album, a journey album, a few musical scores from some big names films, and old christmas vinyls from old christmas films such as white christmas. more often than not, her workout music is fast paced electronica or entirely instrumental— the kind of stuff totally unlabeled on spotify playlists made for nondescript purposes. musical interests are entirely too tailored and personalized for her to consider all on her own without introduction by another party. that’s a very specific sense of identity she never considers without exposure.
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“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”
Misty’s words clatter into the ravenous, munchy silence with the emphatic clamour of an entire shopful of expensive china meeting its precipitate end by the hands - or, well, the wheels - of a very rude and very fast race car. ( This particular comparison being, of course, completely hypothetical in nature and not by any means inspired by some unwholesome experience of Dirk’s past. The very notion! ) Truth be told, he doesn’t quite know what to make of the deafening roar of nothingness that’s draped itself slap-bang across the kitchen table between them. While he mulls her words over, Dirk stares dizzily at his dear friend, cheeks bulging with half-masticated food { which is an unpleasant thought to dwell on, so he makes a brisk effort to gulp it all down even as the speechless goggling continues }. Proud of him. What an astonishingly strange thing to say! He is just about ready to wave it off with an uncomfortable little shrug when a perfectly legitimate rationalisation comes galumphing into his brain. Ah. Yes, naturally! This makes SENSE! The tension in his shoulders swills away instantaneously.
“ Oh, no, these are just cup noodles! ” the detective explains with a great deal of gourmand-ish enthusiasm, indicating the rather tasty anarchy of partially drowned ingredients with a jab of his fork. “ Anyone could make them, honestly! It’s really very self-explanatory, but look: you simply lift the lid like so, boil a decent amount of milk - or lemonade, I suppose, if you’re extraordinarily desperate and not within the immediate vicinity of a cow -, and once the liquid’s blisteringly hot, you just pour it in through that little opening here. You let it simmer for a while, give it a decent stir, add a lump of sugar or two — and there you are! All ready. Since you seem to have acquired a taste, shall I make you a second serving, dear? I’d be DELIGHTED to! ”
it takes him more than a few minutes to notice her, form sprawled across the grass, at first glance he thinks it’s just a pile of cloth, weird material dumped off, burn piles aren’t uncommon this far from town, at second glance he starts to piece things together, the longer he looks the easier it is for forms to take a more humanoid shape against the ground. a moment passes and jimmy figures she’s passed out drunk. little less likely this far out, but still not all together impossible. “hey, miss ? you alright ? ” the closer he gets to the woman, the more panic begins to set in. cautious walk turns into sprint, realization shooting a chill through his body, blood runs like ice and he feels anxiety bubble up his throat, feels it turn to nausea, she isn’t moving. the boy falls to his knees beside her, quick to turn her on her back, gloves pried from his hands and he tries to remember how eve taught him to check for a pulse. he lets out a sound that resembles something between a yelp and a shout when woman moves. “jesus christ ! ” wide brown eyes flicker across features, shock quick to turn tide, embarrassment washing away what was only moments ago panic. “are you uh... are you okay ? “
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Faced away from her, he shot her the bird behind his back before he blew dust off a cassette he produced from his jacket with slight reverence . The ghost halted the voice of the illustrious Stevie Nicks with a ‘clack’ of the button .
“Hey , BELIEVE IT OR NOT, I’ve got culture crawlin’ out my A S S , kid . When you’ve been around as long as me, ya pick shit up... language, dances, etiquette... not that I USE IT very often but, hey, it can come in handy sometimes.”
He replaced the tape && started it up. The song that began was a slow whirling of strings which slowly picked up tempo && built to a dancing pace . Jumping forward in the single-track orchestral piece, the ghost grumbled over his shoulder at her .
“ SO this guy’s name was Brahms. Stuffy sort, G e r m a n. Never rubbed elbows with ‘im PERSONALLY , but I haunted a few fancy Austrians who were fans . Picked up a little waltzing before I made the walls bleed && scared ‘em to death . ”
Betel turned on his heels with a suddenly very pretentious sneer on his face && a gentleman’s poise . The festering ghoul took even steps to her , stepping back on one foot to bow at the waist.
“No more spinnin’ in CIRCLES fer YO U, you god damn fruit-loop . Today’s lesson is the VIENNESE WALTZ .”
he is walking, book tucked beneath his arm, he’s if far too tall to not be looking where he’s going. he’s watching tall buildings, he isn’t too used to looming structures anymore. “i... uh...” he shouldn’t be so surprised when he manages to bump into someone. “- - shit sorry. i didn’t see you there are uh... are you okay ?”
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I only just realized the meme included this question and as a Misty blog it's my job to send this so 91, tell me about Lana's music taste
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091. What type of music does your character like?Oh Raven...you have no idea. First of all, Lana Winters likes Elvis Presley and anyone who says differently is a charlatan. She also digs Julie London ( who can blame her ) and a lot of slow jazz/swing music like Jo Stafford and Doris Day type stuff. If I didn’t say she loves The Monkees, I’d be lying. But good god, when the 70s hit, she is ALL KINDS OF IN LOVE with disco. Lana Eleanor Winters loves disco. You don’t know pain until you’re just trying to take a shower and Lana Banana wants to hear Boogie Wonderland for the fifth time in a row.