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doku2015-08-23 11:44 pm
pecsonpecs) wrote in doku2015-08-23 11:44 pm
VISIONS I HAD BURIED UNDERGROUND / RETURNING TO ABUSE US
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Yeah.
[Her legs unwrap from him and she wiggles herself to the ground.] Sorry, I got a little out of hand, but I'll go in first and say you just needed a break!
[She straightens her clothes and gives him one last kiss on the jaw.] See you inside!
[And then she trots off to find Izzy!]
Sorry, I had to tune it!
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Meanwhile, Krieg stays behind, rubbing his neck awkwardly and trying to digest what just happened. He's...way more wound up than he thought that kind of thing would do to him. An unusual sensation makes him bring up his fingers to touch his lips, where he finds damning traces of lipstick.
Damn, Nariko. He waits until both of them are gone to go back out to the front of the trailer so he can wash up. With cold water.
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[She follows Izzy back inside, all smiles and clear excitement. Whenever Krieg decides to join them Nariko's set up wherever they're going to be settled for this whole thing - probably the couch. And for as eager as she is to get to playing she still looks around.]
Man, your guys' place is so nice!
[So fancy. So grown up.]
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It'll be a few minutes until Krieg shows up, having rid himself of the clothes they bought earlier--he left them to stay nice for later--and decided to show up in a new pair of pants and no shirt.
So that's a thing. He settles in the den where Nariko is entertaining their hosts, and he takes a seat on the couch with his water bottle.]
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Alright, so, two things here: [Excuse her she needs a sip of wine here.] I'll basically never sing this for anyone else, ever. Second: You two are going to help me since Krieg can't. His hands are too big.
[The dude probably claps and it might feel like a shout in and of itself.] Izzy, you just keep basic rhythm. [Nariko gets her started with the timing before moving onto Chroma,] You're going to be slightly off from that.
[And between the both of them she had enough to begin to sing. In her old band Nariko had always been the smoky voice that made their eclectic sound and lyrics seem feasible and inherently right. If there was any quality to her voice it was that versatility, how easily she could shift from a techno-fusion mix that one of her bandmates had composed to the vulnerable anger of what she'd written on her own.
Krieg might have wondered how her hands, small as they were, could work a guitar but she had no problem with it now, playing it seemed to take little motions of her whole body that fed into the occasional hitch of the lyrics. You don't want to know the kind of tough girl I had to be and protect your brother caused visible, almost pained hitches that had nothing to do with the fullness of her voice and how easily it filled up the room, but rather the source of the lyrics themselves. But for all of the perceived missteps, her own harsh critique, there was something utterly pure about being able to sing again, and every bit of happiness it gave her went into working her fingers over the neck of her guitar, into finishing strong, even if she might have pushed it a bit too much and been easily heard outside of Izzy and Chroma's home.
But, hey, they'd asked for a performance and she wasn't one to reign it in. When it was done she smiled, but was admittedly out of breathe.]
I need to practice a little more if I'm already winded. [Not that the alcohol helped.]