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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2014 1:25:27 GMT -6
Even sober, she never could sing in tune. If anything, being drunk helped, gave her an excuse. Nobody could sing good drunk, after all.
So there she was, in a small, bright cocktail dress, 1:05 in the morning and belting off-key measures of New York, New York as she wandered back to her dingy old apartment, or maybe to another club if it was on the way... Life was about the journey, after all. Occasionally, she grabbed an old light-post, swinging herself around it as if she were a character in one of those old black and white films.
Did she go with anybody? Honestly the teacher couldn't remember, it seemed so long ago...
But no matter, que será será. The teacher meandered on, like the giggling fit of sour notes that she was.
"In old, Newww Yooooork!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2014 5:09:49 GMT -6
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NOTES ------- | ❝ It had been a somewhat frustratingly boring day for Rolf and he needed to get well and thoroughly wasted. However, despite having run through two bars on his drinking binge he was still at a mere disappointing level of 'tipsy'. And with that thought in mind the ex superhero made his way across to the third bar of the night, with an iron cast determination to find something which had enough kick to send your average African elephant reeling. About to turn the corner to the welcome visage of la boom he was instead greeted by the sound of some poor passerby being mugged and wailing in pain. Actually turning the corner he realized he had only been partially wrong; it was Gabriela trying to sing. It seemed for all of her gift of the gab, singing in tune was beyond her- something Rolf decided to call to attention. "Stop with the wailing for Heaven's sake; before the police try to arrest you for being a public menace!" Rolf called out over the noise of her off key notes. |
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2014 17:32:21 GMT -6
"These little town bluessssss, I'm leaving todayyyyyyy"
hey, that was...Gabby hobbled to a stop, scowling at Rudolph who had just walked onto her street. "OH LAY OFF IT, FUckin commie" she called back before continuing in some weird mixture of english and russian "I CAN Bet YOU 20k THAT YOU ARE OR WILL BE JUST AS DRUNK AS I AM AND CAN ONLY SING HALF AS GOOD!" at least her shouting was musical. She was bringing art to the small district of Queens, beautiful, well deserved art.
Figured fucking Volkov of all people would be the one trying to fuck it up.
If she had something to throw she would have thrown it at him but she didn't and so she continued to stand there, arms crossed, red-stained lips frowning.
@rolf
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 12:38:26 GMT -6
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NOTES this is gonna be so much fun~ | ❝ Being sober- for a definition of sober (not the legal one)- was really starting to weigh on Rolf. Was getting plastered and then mercifully blacking out and waking up naked in the middle of nowhere too much to ask these days? Not if he had any say in it, but first he would have to deal with Gabriela; Hell would freeze over before Rolf would let her have the last say. "You call that singing? I thought you were speaking dying whale!" the ex-superhero retorted snappily. Her challenge caused Rolf to pause for a second. Was she challenging him to a drinking contest or a karaoke showdown? Well whatever it was, backing down was never one of Rolf's strong points. "You wanna go? Bring it ooooon!" he answered, slurring slightly on the last syllable. Yup definitely past the drinking limit. |
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