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Post by Rasmus Njall on Feb 11, 2013 21:52:57 GMT -5
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With nothing else to do besides wait, Rasmus decided to occupy himself by running up and down the stairs that lead to the large headquarters' building. It was a bit childish, yeah, but it was cold outside and he needed something to act as a distraction. His tennis shoes padded softly against the concrete beneath his feet as he padded up and down, up and down, again and again and again. After a good while of this he was out of breath and stopped at the bottom of the stairs, huffing softly for air. The young man tilted his head, inhaling deeply before exhaling, watching the cool winter air carry his breath away with mild amusement.
Kicking a bit of the snow on the sidewalk, he huffed a sigh and spun around to face the large skyscraper. "This is boring just l-let me know what's g-going on," He lamented to no one in particular, shaking his small fists at the building as if that'd somehow help things out.
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Post by Margaret Morson on Feb 12, 2013 2:50:09 GMT -5
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Margaret was was starting to get sick of things. The gaggle of execs around here in the lobby of Helios were doing their damnedest to keep from from leaving. She already throw a fit in the meeting over their all new idea for an advertisement and she let them ramble on about how she was no long the cute kid and had to think about getting new market share. Then her agent got that look in his eye. The look of money and she knew he was going to do anything to make her nod and sign. He was good at that but Margaret was just getting fed up. The argument was getting vary heated and both sides where starting to yell a bit.
Then she broke. Any other day she would have slumped over and signed the papers but we can only guess that the stars just lined up right. Or maybe it was that blue haired kid she spotted out front that reminded her of what she once was.
The sound around hushed like if everyone was suddenly under water. It was like the volume on the world was tuned down. She wanted to make sure everyone heard what she was about to say. she flung the front doors open and stood that a small hum could be heard from the pressure waves that she was using to hold them one. She stood there with the afternoon sun to her back years of being a media icon she had a knack for building the scene. Her green had tumbled in its own personal wind and her black suit that made you question her gender looked only more black in the contest from the halo of light around her. And then she spoke and it came softly but with the weight of the unearthly silence around it.
"Now listen to me and take note." She pointed to the gathered exec. "I will never be a sex symbol this is not up for debate... I do not care how much market date you have on closeted perverts that want to see me in some skimpy swimsuit hocking sunscreens and solar panels." she could see her agent trying to speak but the sound never made it out of his month and he had that angry look she knew she would get hell for this later so she pointed at him. "Do you understand me I will not be whored up for yours or anyones benfit.... PERIOD!" she slammed that last word out as if it had come from a megaphone. "Now if you don't mind I have..." she looked around at spied the blue hair kid. "... I got a date I can't miss you know public image and all." With that she let the doors shut and the sounds of the world came rushing back.
The execs and her agent stares for a moment confused before they turned on each other it bicker. With that she escaped rushing over to the unsuspecting kid and plopping down beside him with a quick smile and a "Hello My names Margaret wanna go get ice cream or something?"
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Post by Rasmus Njall on Feb 12, 2013 3:12:47 GMT -5
[newclass=.tword]background-color: #ABE4DF; width: 120px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #747474; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 300px; margin-top: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttag]background-color: #FFBDDE; width: 180px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #747474; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 240px; margin-top: 7px;[/newclass][newclass=.tcomment]background-color: #ABE4DF; width: 240px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #747474; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 180px; margin-top: 7px; margin-bottom: 7px;[/newclass] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-left: #343434 dashed 1px;] YOU'RE JUST TRADING - - - HEARTBEATS, BABY ♥ Rasmus was about to kick at some more snow to express his frustration, when his attention was nabbed by some movement out of the corner of his vision. Turning, he blinked a few times as he watched the front doors of the building fly open. Everything seemed quiet all of the sudden but he couldn't figure out why...And so he just continued to boggle, especially when the shouting began. Huh. Sounded like things weren't going very well for the green-haired person. He knew what that felt like, some of the meetings he had to go through were already driving him batty, and he wasn't even a full-fledged hero just yet...But if he had to continue waiting like they had been making him, he was sure he'd want to yell in the same manner.
His eyes went wide as he heard the mention of a date. What? Not him, surely? But she was looking right at him when she said it, and wow her face looked really familiar, didn't it? Like he had seen it somewhere before --- oh. my. god. Imitating a deer in headlights for a few moments, Rasmus stared, eyes the size of dinner plates as she approached and flopped next to him. "Um um um um um um--" He stammered as his mind suddenly stumbled over words. English, what was that again? Mouth opening and closing a few times, as if he were trying to impersonate a fish, he finally managed to blurt: "Hi you're--you're...you're t-t-totes DJ Drop aren't--...aren't you? Oh my g-god oh my god this is--this is--w-w-way too cool." Of course, through all of his gushing he had nearly forgotten the fact that she had introduced herself and asked him a question.
"Oh! Oh, um...um..." His cheeks flushed and he glanced downwards, shuffling his feet against the ground as if he were suddenly shy. "My n-n-name's Rasmus...and...yeah...yeah, I like ice c-c-cream!"
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Post by Margaret Morson on Feb 12, 2013 3:47:10 GMT -5
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She watched the poor boy stumble over himself like a fan boy she sighed. "Hey hey calm down kido... just but chill kay." Margaret smiled at the boy. "Rasmus was it? Look just call me Margaret kay." She pat the blue haired one on the head. "I like your hair." The comment was random much like the thoughts in her head she had lost some of her steam from before and things were losing focus.
The moment was interrupted by her phone going off it did not ring so much as vibrate but she paused. "One sec Musy I got to take this kay?" She flipped out the phone and looked at the caller id squinting at it. "Yes Vincent?" the voice on the other side was muffed to those around her and she went on with her one sided conversation. "No... no I'm sorry it was an out burst." she got quite for a bit as the muffed voice went on. "ok... I guess that would be fine." she got a bit of a defeated look. "yeah sure ok." she hung up the phone and just looked at it for a bit.
She shrugged off everything and put the phone away before returning her attention to Rasmus. "So you know any good place we could gorge ourselves on ice cream at?"
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Post by Rasmus Njall on Feb 12, 2013 19:27:45 GMT -5
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This was just way too cool. Maybe he had fallen asleep while waiting for word from the powers that be and now he was dreaming? But it felt way too real to be a dream and--His train of thought derailed when Margaret turned back to him, and he stared at her a bit more, still a bit starstruck. "Um...um...Well, there's a soft serve p-place a couple blocks d-down I think, D---...M-Margaret. It's not technically ice cream I guess, b-b-but it's really really good!" Here he nodded again, long bangs flopping against the sides of his face from the movement. Suddenly he paused, as if remembering. "I was waiting for a meeting to get out, t-though...but...but but but! They can--they can call me, that's what cells are for right? So you wanna go?" Rasmus peered at his companion excitedly, his lips spread in a goofy smile.
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Post by Margaret Morson on Feb 13, 2013 2:44:05 GMT -5
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Margaret nodded at rasmus "yeah yeah so cool... you do know most of that cool is from media hype and exec using polls and charts to make things look just like you want right?" She did not want to tell someone Santa was a lie but so was hoping to at lest bring him a peg closer to earth. "Besides its DJ Drop that is the cool one I'm just Margaret. Kay" She smiled at the younger boy she really did like his hair and she wondered just how he got it two toned. "Oh softserve is fine anything sweet and fattening.... maybe I can cow out before I have to do that silly swimsuit thing. Kay" She giggled "That would be a sight." She puffed up miming that she was bloated. "Sorry Vincent I can't fit it your whore suit kay." she giggled again. "Yeah lets go lead the way brave knight this damsel needs to pig out on noms kay."
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Post by Rasmus Njall on Feb 15, 2013 18:41:38 GMT -5
[newclass=.tword]background-color: #ABE4DF; width: 120px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #747474; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 300px; margin-top: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttag]background-color: #FFBDDE; width: 180px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #747474; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 240px; margin-top: 7px;[/newclass][newclass=.tcomment]background-color: #ABE4DF; width: 240px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #747474; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 180px; margin-top: 7px; margin-bottom: 7px;[/newclass] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-left: #343434 dashed 1px;] YOU'RE JUST TRADING - - - HEARTBEATS, BABY ♥ Blink, blink. Rasmus wasn't stupid persay, but he was a little reluctant to believe that all of DJ Drop's awesomeness was from outside sources. "But you, you--you--you're you!" He gesticulated wildly at his companion. "Some of that coolness has to be from you being you!" Because that made sense, right? It did in the boy's head at least, and he nodded enthusiastically along with his words, hair flopping. "I bet you're c-c-cool too, Margaret!" He beamed happily to the other, smile wide across his pale features. If anything she was being nice to him and that was enough for Rasmus to like her.
"Who's Vincent anyways?" He asked with a curious tilt of his head, almost looking birdlike for a moment...But then he was asked to lead the way and the question was completely forgotten. "Sure okay! It's t-t-this way! We could take the bus but I like to w-w-walk what about you?" Silly boy didn't even wait for an answer before he started walking, turning so that he was doing such backwards, allowing him to watch his companion as they traveled.
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Post by Margaret Morson on Feb 23, 2013 0:47:10 GMT -5
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Margaret gave Rasmus a playful giggle. "Musy even the coolest of the cool is just a normal person most of the time kay." She took a moment to adjust her glasses and smooth her hair out a bit. "Vincent? Well ... yeah that is sort of complex but his basically my manager slash agent and at one time was also my babysitter when I was younger." Not saying anything that younger was literally just a few year ago and there was still a sort of tension over just how much he was supposed to butt in on her life now that she was legally allowed to do her own thing. "He thinks I need to appeal to a new fan base because I'm getting to old for the kids..." She shrug. "If you ask me he wants to whore me up and make me all mainstream because that brings in the ratings kay."
Being told it was walking distance she smiled and grabbed his hand. "Ok blue haired wonderboy lead on there are noms to be nomed!"
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