Scareh Bunneh (May 12, 2011 7:44:49 PM)
(This user is now known as Melodies-in-the-Matrix)
Wendy Wilson (May 12, 2011 7:45:06 PM)
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Melodies-in-the-Matrix (May 12, 2011 7:53:40 PM)
*Simon waited for her outside the same warehouse he met her last time. Dressed his normal trench coat, black sunglasses and his combat boots. As white and albino as the moon it’s self, he stood there leaning against the warehouse’s wall. When he Wendy he threw his hand up in a greeting hoping she brought chicken again this time* “Sup! Mistakes from others.”
Wendy Wilson (May 12, 2011 7:59:20 PM)
*Of cource she brought chicken she brought a whole bucket of popeyes extra crispy fried chicken with spicey potatoe skins and two huge mega cups fulled with coca cola.. She offered him a upnod, her back pack was not on her back cause she was not sure if she would have to go umbral which ment her spray cans where shoved in the various pockets of her pants*
Melodies-in-the-Matrix (May 12, 2011 8:03:30 PM)
*Simons loved to eat no damn doubt about it. Graciously he took the coke, his favorite and a chicken leg starting to suck it down like it was nothing at all. Unfortunately he could have done a little bit better with his manners. He tended to talk with his mouthful.* *Chomp chomp chom* I love chicken more than I love my iphone4, yes the white one. So. I hear it’s time for you to move on up in the world eh? Read another fucking Manuel eh?
Wendy Wilson (May 12, 2011 8:05:09 PM)
*she grinned at him..* Yeah came to challenge you for that, really just need to read another manuel? That all? *She smiled playfully at him before sipping from her own soda*
Melodies-in-the-Matrix (May 12, 2011 8:07:02 PM)
You wish. Hell nah…you are gonna be the star of this show. *He winked at her with a grin* Nice try though. So…tell me what are your best and which area’s you could use improvement in as far as Galliard like qualities. I am talking…singing, written word….public speaking that sort of shit.
Wendy Wilson (May 12, 2011 8:10:33 PM)
*she thought about that as she tipped back on her heels* Well im pretty damn good with words both written and spoken, as far as singin i mean back in the day i was a professional spitter m.t.v and all before well my change sort of through a monkey wrench in my career ya know, cant be famous and a garou so some thin had to give.. I also speak on the street all the time as well sort of give people the passion to fight against the grain for what they belive in..
Melodies-in-the-Matrix (May 12, 2011 8:17:23 PM)
*He listened to her and smirked oh boy did he smirk. Nodding his head a few times of course he expected to hear that. Laughing out loud he rose from his standing position. Grabbed another chicken leg and headed into the warehouse calling to her with a curled up finger. He would lead her into the completely empty warehouse. In the middle was a small metal desk. On that desk was two stacks of completely blank white paper, a box of pencils, one huge mother fucking erasers. On the desk sat a old boom box with a tape deck. A waste basket on the floor*
Melodies-in-the-Matrix (May 12, 2011 8:17:29 PM)
*He motioned to the most uncomfortable looking chair she had ever seen, the one bright spot light in the warehouse baring down on the desk. Perhaps bringing back memories of her as a cub when she was locked away to read the rules.*
Wendy Wilson (May 12, 2011 8:20:21 PM)
*She looked at the place her eyes of cource travled to the ground where that spot was, before taking in what he had set up.. She raised a brow at the boom box, the table and the uncomfortable chair, blank white paper the box of pencils and that huge eraser.. She looked of cource for what was missing, which was the pencil sharpener.. She would sit in that uncomfortable chair when he motioned to it.. Her eyes moving back over to him so he could explain what it was he was expecting her to acomplish*
Melodies-in-the-Matrix (May 12, 2011 8:22:49 PM)
*There was no computer for her to use. Just all the stuff the old fanshioned way. Grinning again he pulled from his trench coat a very tattered very old look familar looking piece of reading material it was that god awful fucking manual. He dropped it down on the desk in front of her with a plop* Soooooo we have some new recruits we think that will be coming our way. Section 15 on honoring a fallen garou needs updating…by tomorrow. In this room, with only these tools at your disposal. You see sometimes you need to still be able to focus and do your best at your best even though you are out of your comfort zone, and under pressure.
Wendy Wilson (May 12, 2011 8:24:43 PM)
*she looked up at him then looked at the manual and paper.. She slowly frowned at the thought of this being mundane copying and void of any creativeness.. ohhhh gawwwwddd it was corperate work.. She gave him a nod of her head* allright
Melodies-in-the-Matrix (May 12, 2011 8:28:36 PM)
Now…a couple of the pages are missing in that section so…you are on your own a little bit…It was a well loved copy. Good luck. *He started to walk away. Then suddenly stopped lifting his finger in the air. Walking back to the desk he pressed the play button on the boombox setting it to level 5 that was easy to hear and not that easy to block out either. The Queen song “under pressure” started to play* OH! This song will play on a continuous loop. When the tape end you will need to switch it over. The volume mechanism has been disabled. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3qVl8Gb2J4
Wendy Wilson (May 12, 2011 8:35:44 PM)
*she looked at him when the music began to play and he finished explaining the terms of the challenge.. She raised a brow at the inhumane toture methods that where taking place here and she was flipping through the copy to see the pages which he mentioned being missing.. * Anything else? *she asked as she looked at the copy of the manuel in her hands telling herself "you are everything to me, and i know you will suceed in everything you do.." She could hear his words over and over in her head.. Thinking of him just the night before in his huge office with all the monitors and the computer the comfort of the couch and then looking around at what she found herself in.. She often found herself in such uncomfortable places, she was a soldier she was lucky to have four walls most the time. She looked to the papers on the table, she looked to the pencils and sniffed the air, they only reminded her of him, of jude and she looked at her left hand as she lifted one of the pencils and she could almost hear his voice wh
Wendy Wilson (May 12, 2011 8:38:27 PM)
whisper in her ear.."ya dun have to use your left hand" remembering the first lesson he had given her in a room not all that unlike the warehouse she currently found herself in.. A smile slipped over her lips as the grim outlook began to drasticly change once she concentrated on the muse that seemed to inspire her through any dredful situation.. The music didnt even seem to both her at this point as she began to make up her own lyrics in her head to the beat which queen was pumping through the old fahsioned boom box.. She twirled that pencil in her hand and looked back to the elder as he seemed to be heading to leave her..*
Melodies-in-the-Matrix (May 12, 2011 8:42:34 PM)
*Windy may not have liked the music at all but that did not seem to be the case at all with the Albino metis. Either that or he was doing his damn best to shake her off her solid pedestal. Snatching up one of the pencils from her desk he turned it up side down and started to sing to the music at the top of his lungs. Oh and he was dancing too. But on a good side note he was heading out of the warehouse the singing fadeing into the background as the door was heard whamming shut* BOM BOM DUN DUND DUND DUN DUND DUND DUN! UNDER PRESSURE!
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Wendy Wilson (May 12, 2011 8:48:53 PM)
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