|
Post by charlie allen stewart on Dec 16, 2008 18:45:23 GMT 10
you g o t t a let me know
[/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] Charlie Stewart was no stranger to busking. It never went over well in Missouri, but when he moved to Seattle for school it was a completely different story. Acquiring a license to be a street performer was easy enough, and ever since he started carrying around his approval card he stopped getting kicked off of street corners. A favorite spot to play music for pocket change was Elliott Bay. Most of the people who went inside were the artsy type anyway, always appreciative of someone trying to put themselves out there. Often the owners accommodated Charlie since he seemed to return time and time again. They left a stool at the entrance and as long as he stayed a few feet from the door he was always welcome to play outside. The whole thing was really just a way to waste time between classes and on weekends. The small amount of money he made went toward things his scholarship didn’t pay for or nights out with his friends or to add to his already massive music collection. Truth be told, Charlie was actually pretty good at managing his money. Only being October, the young man hardly had time to perform. Luckily he’d found some spare time between assignments and laziness to get around to it. Everyone had to have a hobby, right? Charlie’s just happened to be covering songs acoustically on the sidewalk outside of a café/bookstore. What was the harm? Calloused fingers strummed dully at the strings of his guitar as the brunette considered carefully what to play next. Certain songs went over better than others, and he wasn’t in the mood for going home with fifty cents and a bruised ego. ”I did a sick, sick thing to my love. My lack of loyalty it swallowed her up. And she cooked me food, She squirmed and turned like a skeleton key. She left her man and attended to me.”Charlie never claimed to have a good singing voice. It was mediocre at best, but he figured so long as he could play his guitar the words coming out of his mouth wouldn’t really matter, right? Lyrics were the hardest part of writing a song as it were, at least for him. They never came easily. ”Don’t call me that. Don’t claim you love me, ‘Cause you know that ain’t true. My dire affliction I’ll attribute to you. And you’re finally free to twist and turn… Like a skeleton key.
You’ve got to let me know, You’ve got to let me know.”Once he got into it, however, it never mattered. When he was playing he felt more like himself than when he wasn’t, a strange feeling he was sure was indescribable. His fingers continued, one hand lazily draped over the guitar so he could strum and the other moving up and down the neck where it was appropriate. Underestimating the weather, Charlie knew he couldn’t stay much longer. He’d left his jacket in his dorm and it was a bit too cool outside for him to be able to ignore it much longer, especially since his grey t-shirt seemed to be almost paper thin, most likely worn because everything else in his dorm was a mess. ”I did a horrible thing to that girl. I bred my misery and drown it in her. And she got me high, And I hardly noticed there were tears in her eyes.
And I miss you less and less every day… This stream of whisky’s helped to wash you away.
And it’s clear to see, you’re nothing special. You’re a skeleton key.”Whatever. Charlie didn’t care.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
|
|
|
Post by lee on Dec 17, 2008 14:11:03 GMT 10
what's my cue? [/size][/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] Allen walked down the street with his headphones in his ears. He was feeling pretty chipper after getting off the phone to his parents. He’d promised to call them when he could to let them know how his classes were going but he hadn’t wanted to call them from the campus because the phone cost too much there so he’d decided to call them when he went into town to get a few books that he needed for class. They’d sounded really proud of him, but they’d asked more questions than he thought possible about the campus, like they’d expected the place to be crawling with thieves and junkies or something. He’d done his best to calm them by telling them how awesome the place was but his mother still had to remind him that he could move back home at any time. In a way it was nice of her to be so concerned but in another much bigger way it got repetitive and annoying after a while. He’d talked to them for about 15 minutes and in that time she had offered to set his room back up 4 times which was low for her. At least she’d offered to send him a little bit of money to help him with school stuff. He intended to use that at the bookstore today.
As he walked down the street he saw someone in front of the bookstore playing a guitar, he couldn’t hear it though so he took out his headphones and started to head closer to hear the music and see the player ‘Cute’ he thought as he got closer and listened to the music, he thought it had to be the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. This guy could definitely play a nice tune.
He stood a little bit away so he didn’t distract the guy while he played, he was really impressed by the guy’s talent. The weather was cold and Allen felt a chill coming over him, in normal circumstances he would have gone inside the bookstore to avoid the cold weather but he didn’t want to miss a note of the song. He could tell the guy did this a lot, the stool he was sitting on gave that impression. Allen made a mental note that he was going to have to come back here a lot if this guy played here often.
When the song finished Allen clapped and smiled “Oh god that was… man you’re talented” he said with enthusiasm and honesty “Seriously that was awesome. Though I’ve never heard that song before is it an original or something?” he said wondering what the song had been, mostly because he intended on finding a CD of it and buying it when he had the chance. Though if it wasn’t an original and had been a cover he doubted it’d be the same as seeing this guy play the song, it had just blown his mind-hole how amazing it had been.
|
|
|
Post by charlie allen stewart on Dec 20, 2008 19:02:07 GMT 10
you g o t t a let me know
[/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] When Charlie's song came to an end he was surprised to find that he had an audience. Usually people stopped for a second and then walked on by, some people completely ignored that he even existed. He was used to it. But he definitely wasn't used to people sticking around to talk to him. Unless, of course, it was someone he knew who just happened to be passing by. To have a stranger, however, stop and ask him about his music was actually rather, well, flattering. "Huh?" Charlie asked, cheeks tinged with pink. If called out on it he'd blame it on the weather, but it was really because he was expecting to finish and be on his way. "An original? No, no. Ever heard of Margot and the Nuclear So and So's? It's called Skeleton Key. I don't play... originals." Well, he did. He just didn't do it on the street corner. It seemed covers were more likely to get attention, even though often times Charlie's covers were of songs that were little known or too obscure to be done correct acoustically. Oh well, they were things he was comfortable playing and that was what counted. "Thanks, though. I'm glad you liked it. I'm Charles, err, Charlie... you are?" Introductions were not Charlie's strong point. Sure, sometimes he was too friendly for his own good but actually introducing himself to people was strange. Mostly because of the rejection factor, what if someone considered his over friendly attitude as creepy? Seattle was his home more months out of the year than Bolivar was, and even if he put on a front, he really did like having friends, new and old alike. "You go to WU of A, don't you?" It clicked. He'd seen this kid, maybe only in passing and probably only in the last couple of days but he was pretty sure they lived in the same building. "Brennan Hall? I think we live in the same suite? I haven't been home much, but I swear I saw you, or someone who looks a lot like you, moving in." It had to be this kid. Charlie remembered checking him out and then scooting on over to Ella's suite. Typical Charlie behavior, of course, but all the same. "If not, ignore me. I'm not really crazy." (Sorry it took so long! Leeching sucks.)[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
|
|
|
Post by lee on Dec 20, 2008 21:28:15 GMT 10
what's my cue? [/size][/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] Allen was hoping that maybe he’d get to hear another song, he didn’t know that many obscure band, he’d been a top 40 guy for his whole life. “Nup never heard of them, though if they have song’s like that I’m gonna look into them. Though do you have originals? Because if so I’d love to hear one” he was always amazed when he met someone with actual talent, he respected it a lot and when the talented person happened to be polite and easy on the eye it just added to it. “Nice to meet you Charlie, I’m Allen” he said offering his hand to shake. He was really hoping to be able to end this talk able to say he’d made a new friend, a lot of his friends back home had dropped out of contact so he was trying to make new ones if he could and he figured why not start with a talented muso?
“Yeah, been there for a year now. I’m a drama boy, I’m gonna guess you’re in the fashion classes” he ribbed lightly trying to be friendly as he could. When Charlie told him he lived in the same hall Allen remembered he had seen him about, mostly not noticing because he was still trying his best to get used to the place. He’d been wondering who had been making that music he’d heard the last few days “Yeah I’m in suite three, just moved in a few days ago so haven’t begun to get to know my neighbours yet. I don’t think you’re crazy, unless you saw an elephant moving in with me in which case then yes you are crazy” he said putting his hands nervously in his pockets. He was running off at the mouth again and making himself look like the biggest fool about. Allen was going to blame his lack of ability to think on the cold that they were in
He felt another chilly breeze and knew he needed to get inside or he’d freeze his ass off but he really didn’t want to leave the conversation “Look it’s freezing out here and I gotta admit I wanna hear more about this band, wanna join me for a coffee or something?” Allen said, his teeth lightly chattering from the cold. He had never been a fan of the cold and he always seemed to get really affected by it. He also knew that if he breathed in too much of the cold air that his voice would be torn to shreds and it’d make it a lot more difficult for him to be able to be involved in any of the practical work for class “I just got some cash from my parents on me that I need to waste and I figure if I sit in there talking to myself I’m gonna get taken away by those men with the nice white coats” he joked, hoping it was as funny as it had sounded in his head.
(That's OK leeching is sucktastic, hope it get's better)
[/blockquote][/blockquote]
|
|
|
Post by charlie allen stewart on Dec 20, 2008 22:14:35 GMT 10
you g o t t a let me know
[/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] "Hear an original? Heh, I dunno. I don't usually play them for other people. I tend to bubble up in a puddle of nerves and shut down when it comes to doing my own songs. Unless it's like, for a class or something. It doesn't seem personal when it's for class. Really, I only play those for my friends." He didn't, however, say that he wouldn't play Allen a song. It seemed to be a matter of how long it took Charlie to get comfortable around the other. Apparently they were going to see more of each other, they lived in the same suite. Charlie spent a lot of time at Ella's yes, but he always came back to his own suite and his own room eventually. It might be nice to have a friend nearby for when Ella was too busy or Charlie was too lazy to walk to her room. "Nice to meet you as well, Allen. S'my middle name, actually. Lucky you." When Allen mentioned fashion, Charlie couldn't help chuckling. He snapped the fingers of his free hand, the one he used for strumming and nodded his head. "Hell yeah, fashion is my thaaang." This was clearly not true due to the state of his clothes. It was a wonder they were even clean. "You know, now that you mentioned it... there was this elephant who came up to me the other day. He was kind of a rude guy, pushy really, and he was looking for his roomie." He teased, choosing to stand so he could collect the money from his guitar case and put his guitar away. It was getting cold and Charlie was ready to return the stool and go find something else to do, even if that meant just walking inside and getting coffee. "Tell you what, I'll join you for coffee but I'm paying. What else am I going to do with this? Spend it on a weeks worth of ramen for my room? No thanks. Besides, my best friends mom sends me care packages bi-weekly, I'm not starving. Just playing for fun, to be honest. C'mon," he zipped up the guitar case and pocketed the money before picking up both the case and the stool. "Besides, I'm freezing and I don't feel like getting a cold. Next time I think I'll spring for a jacket."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
|
|
|
Post by lee on Dec 21, 2008 11:35:01 GMT 10
what's my cue? [/size][/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] “So I’ve either gotta take up the music course or become one of your friends to hear an original… I think the second one sounds a lot better” he was always game to make new friends and he made no qualms about that. He was more than willing to make a friend in an hour and keep them for life, that’s how he’d always been and he hoped it’s how he always would be. He hoped that he could somehow to convince Charlie to play him an original at some point, he had no clue how he’d do that but he was more than willing to try. He was happy that Charlie lived in the same dorm, it’d be nice to have someone nearby to talk to about stuff. “You’re kidding me? Your middle names my first one? OK Now we just need to find a guy named Marcus with the middle name Charlie and we’ve got ourselves a trio”
Allen nearly fell down laughing when Charlie snapped his fingers, holding his sides to try and keep them together. Normally he would have tried to out-joke him but he was laughing to hard to think of a way to do it. He had to gulp hard to stop the giggles “Oh yeah that elephant roomie of mine, he’s ticked at me because I took the last peanut pop tart. But in my defence he left his foot prints in the butter so he’s the worse one” he joked, trying to show he could be a good friend if Charlie ever wanted him to be. He was kinda hoping to be able to say honestly that they were beginning a friendship after this but he’d see how everything went before he vocalised that thought.
”Deal, but I’m paying for my own coffee… or hot chocolate not really sure yet. You friends mom sounds cool if she sends care packages to you, that’d make life so much easier” he said ‘Maybe I should talk my mom into sending one of those’ he thought right afterwards, but then realised that he could easily just ask her to transfer him some money if he needed it. “Yeah I don’t know why but I heard this rumour that colds suck” Allen said reaching for the door since he could tell that Charlie wasn’t going to be able to open it “After you”
When they were inside out of the cold Allen cracked his knuckles “Sorry have to do that otherwise they hurt like hell, just another reason to hate the cold” he explained figuring that some people didn’t like the sound of cracking knuckles. He looked over at the coffee area and the prices for the hot chocolate. He did like coffee but he had always had a sweet tooth when it came to chocolate so if it was at affordable he’d get himself the biggest hot chocolate he could see “Oh good they have hot chocolate I’m set, how about you?” Allen asked Charlie while reaching for his wallet.
|
|
|
Post by charlie allen stewart on Dec 28, 2008 4:00:57 GMT 10
you g o t t a let me know
[/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] "Sounds about right. I'm picky as can be when it comes to who hears what. Just consider it as me saving your ears from my horrible songs." Charlie was never confident when it came to his own compositions. He'd say it a hundred times over, the music would always be better than the lyrics and the lyrics only a little better than the voice singing it. If asked to honestly place his songs on a scale from horrible to brilliant, there was no doubt that Charlie would quickly announce that his were mediocre at best. He didn't understand why some people, like Allen for example, seemed to think just because he could cover a song well that his own, personal, songs were good. But maybe, at the same time, Charlie was a little too hard on himself. Who knew? "Ew, a peanut poptart? Do they even make those? Sounds sick." It figured that even during a conversation about a pretend elephant roommate all Charlie would pick up on was the poptart bit. But really, a peanut poptart? And he thought the brown sugar ones were disgusting. He could only imagine what a peanut poptart might taste like. "Sounds like a hassle. Wow, I'm sure if your actual roomie heard you comparing him to an elephant he wouldn't like you too much." Not that Charlie would know who Allen's roommate was, or any other boys in their suite. He really needed to get out and meet some of the guys he lived with, geeze. This was just proving the point that he spent way too much time with Ella. "I suppose I could handle that," Always friendly, Charles smiled and shook his head as he made his way through the door Allen held open for him. "Thanks. And trust me, it doesn't bother me at all. I do it all the time. My fingers get stiff and I have to pop them or I can't play anymore. It's really a pain in the ass, so I know how you feel." A coffee man, Charlie was already contemplating if he should brave something iced or if he should just go ahead and treat himself to something hot. In the end, hot won out and Charlie, who had propped his guitar against his body as he stood, made his way to the counter. "Pumpkin spice cappuccino," he spoke to the woman behind the counter, answering Allen's question at the same time. He paid right after he ordered and in no time had the paper cup in his hand. "So, do you come up by this way often or was today just some random visit?" He questioned, glancing over at the other male. It was just conversation, not like Charlie cared one way or the other. He was just being friendly, always friendly.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
|
|
|
Post by lee on Dec 28, 2008 11:45:37 GMT 10
what's my cue? [/size][/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] “Actually the peanut one’s aren’t so bad, though if you leave them in the toaster to long the peanut butter burns your mouth which makes for an interesting trip to the doctor” Allen had yet to actually do that, but he’d heard stories about people trying to explain why the inside of their mouth was red and swollen, it may be bad but picturing the talk that’d go on to explain it made him laugh. Allen hadn’t thought about what his roomie would think though, but then again he doubted his roomie would mind if he knew… still though “Make you a deal, we never tell my roomie about the elephant, it’ll just end in tears. Then again haven’t seen much of the roomie lately anyway so it might get us talking” Allen really had to try and get on better with his roomie, it dawned on him that he probably should do more stuff with his roomie apart from the odd nod on the way out of the room.
Allen went to the counter “One Double Choc hot Choc thanks” he said before handing over the money to the woman at the counter. He took the change and by the time he’d put the change in his wallet and got the wallet in his pocket he had his chocolate drink. He looked around seeing if there was somewhere to sit, a lot of the chairs seemed to be taken by couples and the occasional student. He spotted a few free ones near the shelves. “Random visit, had to call home to get a bit of money off of mom and didn’t want to use the phone in the dorm. Am I alone in thinking they overcharge?” he said heading over to the free chairs “Basically just came here to pick up a few books for class, though if there’s more concerts like that in the future I’m making this a ritual” he said taking a sip of his chocolate drink.
He finally got to the chairs and sat on one, getting comfortable and taking another sip “Wow, who knew the comfy chairs could be so comfy?” he said leaning back and looking about, trying to work out where the books he needed might be kept so he could get them later, of course right now he was busy trying to make a new friend so the unimportant stuff like educational supplies could wait. “So you going to that Halloween Masquerade thing the Delta Gamma’s are throwing?” he said as his hair fell in front of his eyes. He blew up to get it out of his line of vision. “Sorry, hair hates me” he said quickly since he knew the noise he made when he blew his hair irritated some people.
|
|
|
Post by charlie allen stewart on Dec 29, 2008 7:07:27 GMT 10
you g o t t a let me know
[/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] "That... does not sound appetizing. I think I'll stick to blueberry and strawberry." Charlie was simple. It didn't take much to satisfy him. He liked cheeseburgers and french fries, ham and cheese sandwhiches, ramen noodles and take out. He wasn't hard to feed. But peanut poptarts seemed to cross the line for him. Oh well, it wasn't as if Allen was force feeding them to him, he was simply talking about them which was surely a lot less harmless than burning the roof of your mouth with a disgusting poptart. Gross. "I'll keep your secret, no worries. Since we share a suite, we could sure benefit from a lack of tears and fighting. Trust me, I've been in the girls suite... it's a lot worse over there. Let us keep ours a drama free zone." The girls weren't so bad, there was just a lot more chatting and mean looks than there were in the guys suite where Charlie noticed the guys were always real chummy or didn't bother each other at all. There were perks to being a guy, certainly. Following Allen to the empty chairs, Charlie sipped at the edge of his cup, getting a warm mouthful of cappuccino, only slightly tainted by the plastic lid that kept him from sloshing the drink all over his frontside. "Nah, they do a little bit but I never really have a problem using it. Of course, my parents insist that I keep my cell phone on and charged and in service at all times. It was really the only condition they had when it came to me moving away to school. So I don't often have to use the pay phone in the dorm. The benefits of technology. What I hate though, is how they limit your internet sometimes. I sent my friend Ella a perfectly legal file and they shut off my connection for two hours because it came up as P2P sharing." Sometimes university was difficult or just outright ridiculous. "Ahhh... that is making me less and less inclined to come back here," he was only teasing of course. "But if you insist... I might be back here next weekend." "Who knew?" Charlie agreed as he sat, relaxing in the comfort of the chair. It was a whole lot better than the bar stool he'd been sitting on outside, but the bar stool seemed proper for the way he used it. He certainly couldn't complain. "Delta Gamma's Halloween Masquerade? I don't know. It all seems too Greek to me. The concept is cool, but I don't know. Suppose it all depends on how things go." Charlie was slightly confused when Allen apologized. This guy was way too worried about what other people thought of his actions. "No need to say sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. You apologize way too much."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
|
|
|
Post by lee on Dec 29, 2008 21:16:38 GMT 10
what's my cue? [/size][/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] Allen thought it was nice to have another guy to talk to, he hadn’t actually had a guy talk in ages so it was fun for him to be able to do so. He drunk some more of his hot chocolate and sighed contently, his weakness for chocolate had never quite gone away and really he didn’t want it too. “Hmm I might have to get my mobile charged, I still haven’t unpacked the charger so tht might actually kill two birds with one phone… OK that was easily the lamest thing I’ve ever said in my life can we pretend I never ever said that?” he said shaking his head at his own stupidity, this was the first guy to actually chat with him in a while and yet here he was, making crappy puns about phones. ‘Just kill me’ he thought “I haven’t had the internet fun yet, though thanks for the warning, I might just burn things to CDs and give them to people to prevent problems like that, unless they monitor what you burn cos if so then I’m screwed” Allen made a mental note to buy some blank discs later on “You’re evil and mean, but I’ll be here with dollars to throw in the case” he teased back planning the trip in his head to make sure he got there in time “Just promise to let me know when you intend to be here, otherwise I’ll be that pathetic guy that waits around for like 4 hours for a performance”
He was thinking seriously about crossing his leg but with the current weather they’d probably end up frozen together. “Yeah good point, plus it’s got all those VIPs things going on which mean it’s probably gonna be a bunce of sorority sisters bitching and gossiping about stuff and if I wanted to see that I’d… actually I never want to see that cos I have a life” he said taking a triumphant sip, it was one of the few things he couldn’t stand. Sorority girls seemed to him to be too bitchy and he really didn’t have time to put up with that. He smiled lightly and nodded “Yeah I gotta learn to stop that apologising thing, sorry about that… Oh wait that was the problem wasn’t it? Sorry, right someone shoot me” he said looking down at his feet, he was getting more tongue tied by the second.
He brought his head up and hoped that his sorry-fest could be forgotten. He took another sip of his chocolate and tapped the cup lightly with his fingertips. “So this Ella you spoke of, she friend or… friend” he said, trying to imply his meaning with his tone which he’d gotten fairly good at, though he instantly realised how insanely personal that was “Unless that’s insanely personal which I can tell it is so I’m just gonna shutup before I put my foot in my trachea” he said taking a fast sip of chocolate, inside he was damning his talkative nature.
|
|
|
Post by charlie allen stewart on Jan 3, 2009 11:54:40 GMT 10
you g o t t a let me know
[/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] Charlie couldn't help it. The snort just happened! It wasn't as though he were making fun of Allen, he was just amused. It didn't take much to smile and the snort of laughter was entirely involuntarily. He clapped a hand over his face as soon as it came out but his own reaction caused another surge of chuckles. Okay, so maybe he was taking advantage of Allen's embarrassment, but it wasn't on purpose! "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" He apologized through his laughter, shaking his head soon after as he tried to calm himself. "I just imagined you tossing a cellphone at two birds or something. Awh, I thought it was cute. Don't be embarrassed!" Once he'd straightened up, which took more than he thought it would, he wiped the corner's of his eyes with the back of his hand. Letting out a deep breath, Charlie smiled. "Nah, you should be fine as long as you're getting the music legally. It was a personal file and apparently it wasn't recognized, so I got flagged." He'd learned the hard way, that when you were using the internet at school you had to do things the legal way. "Mm. I'll tell you if I remember." "Nah, it's not that. It's just, where there are sorority girls there are frat boys. I think the whole mess is just uncontrollable and what is being advertised as a masquerade is likely to turn into a bunch of drunk college kids in masks." Apparently disapproving of the event, Charlie took a sip from the edge of his cup, all the laughter from before behind him. "Besides, I try to avoid breeder parties. Nothing but trouble." With a shrug he sat his cup on the table in front of him. "You do that a lot, huh? Definitely something you've got to work on. It takes practice." To be honest, at Allen's next question, Charlie was blown away. It had been awhile since someone was unsure of his sexuality. He usually flaunted it well. But he guessed he hadn't been in the right kind of place to make himself obvious. "Ella is my friend," he tried not to laugh. "Just my friend. Best friend, really. Nothing insanely personal about it. She's not really my type, like, at all. Wow."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
|
|
|
Post by lee on Jan 3, 2009 13:22:28 GMT 10
what's my cue? [/size][/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] Allen was used to being laughed at but this wasn’t the bad kind of being laughed at, heck he had to admit he was giggling a little himself at his own idiocy. They had to look like a couple of stoners or something laughing like they were. He took several deep breaths and stifled the laughter. “OK there is an image of me that I’ll take to my grave. Knowing my luck though those birds would be some endangered species and I’d have PETA on my back, throwing buckets of red paint at my pillow and screaming ‘don’t eat meat’ as they tend to do” Allen made a mental note to learn when it was time to stop talking and start shutting up. Nodding lightly Allen took another sip of his chocolate before opening his mouth again, like it had ever closed “Well most of the music I have is from that Itunes thing so with any luck hopefully it won’t get flagged, but then again with the security set-up on the net you never know. I feel kinda sorry for those people in Visual Arts if they ever do those artistic nudes and try and send their pics over the net” he was used to ridiculous set-ups on the internet, he still remembered the issues in high school when a few of the kids had to do an essay on breast cancer “Sounds OK to me, I’ll be here with bells on… not literally but I’ll definitely have dollars to throw in your cap”
Allen thought over Charlie’s use of the term breeder, he hadn’t heard that term used in a while and certainly not by straight guys. He was a little curious now, maybe his gaydar hadn’t gone off when it should have. “Good point, plus the whole mask thing is just stupid. I mean you have no idea who’s who so the chances of making an idiot of yourself in front of someone you know or like is insanely high” of course the other reason he didn’t want to go was simple, he didn’t have the mask or the money to donate so he didn’t see the point in going. Besides he always ended up looking like an idiot at parties. “Yeah I’m a bit of a sorry slut, I apologise for stuff I haven’t done yet. I’ll work on it but if I fail I apologise” he made sure that that sorry sounded as sarcastic as possible, making sure it was as obvious a joke as Uwe Boll’s career.
Allen felt like he was being way too personal, but he had that inkling that there was nothing he couldn’t ask… then again he had that inkling often and he was usually wrong. “Not your type? OK so gotta ask what is your type? Again I’m sorry about the personal nature of this. If you want you can throw personal questions at me I don’t mind”
|
|
|
Post by charlie allen stewart on Jan 8, 2009 23:10:09 GMT 10
you g o t t a let me know
[/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] "Oh man. Probably! You'd like, toss a cell phone at a bald eagle and the next thing you know there's a group of crazy people in our suite wanting to behead you." He grinned, finding this probably more hilarious than intended. "I think I'd toss in my two cents and claim your innocence, but if there was an angry mob, I'd probably just join them. No offense, but you can't beat angry people with weapons in large numbers." Charlie wasn't sure if that was completely true but he didn't want to go against the odds. If people came into the suite with weapons looking for Allen, Charlie wasn't too afraid to admit that he would point them in the right direction and then high tail it out of there. "I never thought about that. Must be awkward. Especially if they get filtered or sent to the wrong place. Sucks." Another reason why Charlie would never consider visual arts as a major: nudes. "You know, the longer I talk to you the more of an issue I have with you giving me money for anything. I don't take money from people I consider, or might consider, as friends." Sipping quietly at his coffee, Charlie listened to Allen's issues with the party. They were valid, yes. But Charlie's big issue was with frat guys. None of them were too kind. Most of them didn't take too well to people like him and the whole idea of the party was not something Charlie wanted to be associated with. "I know, but aren't you supposed to be able to take them off at midnight or whatever? I think it's kind of skeezy. But whatever. That's them, I'm me. You're you. We all have our own opinions." He thought about scolding the other for the apologies again, but instead he just shook his head and laughed. "It's okay. Everyone has habits." "And you know, I'm not like... so stuck up that I'm not going to answer your questions. And besides, it's not that personal. It's actually a rather normal question." There was nothing wrong with asking people what their type was, was there? Charlie didn't see anything bad about it. "Strong, independent, creative... guys."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
|
|
|
Post by lee on Jan 9, 2009 21:04:39 GMT 10
what's my cue? [/size][/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] “Oh good, I haven’t had an angry mob try and behead me in months, I kinda wondered where all the beheading mobs ran off to now I know. They’re hunting for the corpses of Bald eagles and hunting down their murderers” He made sure he was being as overly dramatic as possible, trying to be silly came easy. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t run to you if the mob came to behead me, though I’d hope you’d try and take them down from the inside. Very covert, very James Bond-like” Allen was finding this all very silly and fun, and he liked silly fun. He highly doubted that he’d end up on the receiving end of a mobs pointed pitchfork any time soon but he didn’t want to place any bets on that, there was still time to piss off a bunch of torch wielding maniacs and Allen didn’t doubt that if he found some he could and probably would anger them in some way. “Oh yeah, I mean if there was a particularly cute pic I wouldn’t mind it accidentally getting sent to me but still the filter thing sucks” Allen was so trying to be funny, and he knew that so far his jokes had been hit and miss. “Heck if I get a friend and a free performance I’m not gonna object, though at very least if you won’t accept money at least let me pay for the warm up coffee afterwards, sound fair?” He certainly liked that Charlie was already considering him to potentially be a friend, it helped to know he would have one friend on campus now that he’d finally been allowed to move there.
Allen was really liking the hot chocolate, he was seriously thinking about getting another one afterwards. He knew the party on campus was a big thing and there was certainly a chance of meeting people but he had never been a partier anyway so he’d of certainly ended up standing in a corner and being boring. “Oh no it’s definitely skeezy, I mean what’s the point of a mask to hide your identity if you’re going to take it off at midnight?” He knew he had to work on the apologising thing, he’d done it for years and he knew it was annoying but he couldn’t help it “I promise to work on it”
Allen had never been one to be stunned silent but hearing the word guys did just that, for a good 5 seconds he was in shock. He had finally found a gay guy that he could along with and actually talk to, and the fact that he was cute didn’t hurt matters either. “Wow that’s… Wow. I never ever would have guessed you were into guys. Then again I’ve never been able to tell, which could explain why I’ve been single for so long” he was actually beaming, bigger than ever. “This is so cool, I thought I was the only gay in the dorm. It’s so cool to know I’m not alone” he knew it sounded really boring and cliché but he hadn’t been able to talk to anyone in any depth about being a gay guy and all the problems that went with it, he’d tried to talk to his dad but he just didn’t get it “You know I’m gonna end up talking to you about this a lot, I’ve never actually known any gay guys who I could talk to before so… This has so made my day”
|
|
|
Post by charlie allen stewart on Jan 20, 2009 19:45:12 GMT 10
you g o t t a let me know
[/color][/font] - - - - - - - -[/center] "Such a shame. Angry mobs are all the rage. As are feather boas made completely from that of a bald eagle." Charlie was good at joking around. so he didn't mind the back and forth between himself and Allen. It was actually rather amusing. Though he didn't particularly think any angry mobs would be coming after the boy any time soon, it was still fun to tease him about. "I think it's mostly person-to-person files, like audio and stuff that hasn't been paid for. I'm sure sending e-mails with pictures in them work just fine. You could always use an outside email. It's not like you have to use your school address." But most people did anyway, and Charlie was no exception. "Well, I guess coffee is a fair trade. If you insist, anyway. I certainly won't be the one suggesting it." Mostly because he didn't like taking things from people he knew. Well, money at least. He was all for gifts. "The whole thing is skeezy though. Just another reason for frat guys to get drunk and prey on innocent girls who think they're just out to have a good time. Then it's bow-chicka-wow-wow, and you know the rest. It's stupid and animalistic. I don't think I'd ever go to a frat party unless I was dragged, kicking and screaming." Definitely set on his beliefs about the members of fraternities, Charlie stayed. "Or if I was drunk, y'know, with a little help from my friends." He shook his head, still not sure if he'd ever attend one of those horrendous parties. "Nah, it's part of your charm. Apologize all you want." "Wait - your gaydar is off? Boy, you need to get fixed. Haha, that's so cute. You're like... tickled pink or whatever." Charlie had never had anyone be honestly excited about him being gay before. It was something new, definitely, but he wasn't going to argue. He liked having friends who were into the same things he was and it didn't hurt if they were gay, either. "Seriously, never?"[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
|
|