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Post by Mister Stewart on Jan 9, 2011 12:20:55 GMT -8
Really, Michael seemed unconvinced that the vodka would help him. In fact, he rather looked at it like it might attack him - like it was poisoned or something - before looking in confusion towards Kevin. "...Who are you, anyway?" He mumbled, swaying a little, inadvertantly knocking back against Kevin's arm again. His back went rigid as he pulled away to lean on the table instead. The room was starting to spin. "Er...chess is a...fun game to...play." There was a part of him beating his head against the wall over the whole rhyming thing right now.
When Ash entered, he looked towards her, his discomfort with the situation written all over his expression. He didn't say anything - he had no idea WHAT to say - but somewhere inside him, there was a slow burn starting.
His fist clenched on the table.
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Post by kevin on Jan 9, 2011 12:40:00 GMT -8
Kevin barely held himself from laughing as he watched Michael and Ash. They looked so adorable and confused that he decided not to mess with the poor things further. Besides, he thought that upsetting such a cute, little girl would be simply unforgivable.
“I’m Kevin by the way, well, nice speaking to you, Michael, but since your lady is back already, I think I should leave. Oh, and I’d pass that vodka, if I were you.” He smiled at him kindly getting up and offering Ash the seat.
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Jan 9, 2011 23:35:12 GMT -8
Emily laughed when Atlas finally pushed Todd off of him. Even though Atlas drunk himself it was apparent Todd could still annoy the crap out of a person.
When Atlas stood to leave Emily had to said her goodbye, though she wasn't sure if Atlas had even heard her! The poor guy was so very far gone and seemed a very preoccupied at that moment with not falling over.
She shot Tamika a smile as the petite girl helped Atlas make his way out of the bar and gave a small wave. Emily didn't know why but as she watched them leave she had a really bad feeling about letting them go alone. It was silly, really silly! Tamika was completely sober and just as capable as Emily was to play taxi driver but even still the feeling of dread would not go away.
With a small shake of the head Emily mentally chided herself for worrying over nothing! With a mental note to contact them both her friends in the morning, to make sure everything really was fine she took a seat in Atlas' now vacant seat just as the Hoff lookalike was taking his leave.
Her choice in seat proved to be a bad one as now Todd had decided in Atlas' absence that she would be his squeeze toy. After several unsuccessful attempts to break his grip she gave up and popped a cold left over fry from Agent York's massive order in her mouth. Her attention however was grabbed by Kevin who was standing up to...leave?
Emily pouted a little, it seemed like everyone was leaving. She looked at her watch and frowned it was well after 12 she should think about leaving herself! She had another early day tomorrow and she still had to drop all these yay-hoos home!
"Kevin are you going already?"
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Post by Todd Thorne on Jan 9, 2011 23:55:16 GMT -8
Todd didn't understand why he was on the ground but he knew he was because there were peanut shells digging into his back and saw a pair of shoes next to his nose.
How did he get here?
He struggled to stand as the damn floor kept moving on him! When he finally made it back onto he seat he disappointed to see that his lawyer buddy was gone! Did he leave? Todd pouted, that punk didn't even say goodbye. But quickly cheered because it was obvious he didn't say goodbye because he couldn't find him on the floor!
He watched Kevin talk to Mikey but for the life of him he couldn't focus on what was being said and the more he concentrated the more his head ached.
Todd was distracted when he caught a faint whiff of perfume and was happy to see that Emily had sat down in his best friend's vacant seat. Awesome! He would rather hug her anyway and proceeded to do so and thought, Soft! Smells good. Never letting go
He smiled when he felt her give a small pat on the head and lulled into dreamland on his soft new pillow.
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Jan 10, 2011 11:11:57 GMT -8
York raised his eyebrows at Ashlin's response. "Really? Zach's only been with me since... Not quite as far back as I remember. A little bit after that."
He tilted his head, and after a moment added, "Zach says you to are very lucky to have each other. And he wishes Bo-Bo luck with the soaps... We're more into movies, ourselves. Too hard to get invested in a continuous storyline in our profession."
Back at the table, sans Tamika, Brad and Atlas, things seemed to have degenerated into a curtainless drama without script or definitive ending in sight. York stood slightly apart, another lit cigarette in his mouth, and watched the proceedings as if observing fish in a water tank. He was pleasantly full and almost reluctant to return to the subject of the white-suited man; say what you might about county folk, they certainly knew how to have a good time.
<I'm telling you, there's something about him. And I mean aside from the vodka, the rhyming, his cigarette fixation and the way he reacted to the purple-haired kid draped over his arm. Those are all significant elements of his behavior, but there's still something I'm picking up that he's shielding from me...>
"What about the sword? That's a new one." York pointed with his cigarette, having noticed a flash of silver peeking out from under Michael's jacket after Kevin left his seat. He moved closer to the table and, peering down into the white-suited man's pale face, spoke clearly:
"Michael, is it a collector's item, that blade? If so, I'm curious how much you paid."
<York... What are you doing?>
He took a drag on his cigarette, still staring intently at Michael. "Just tossing pebbles into the pond, Zach."
<Then maybe you should consider taking them back.>
"But maybe it'll stir up an interesting clue!"
<This evening might end with him running us through.>
"Ooh, that was a good one."
<Thanks.>
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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Jan 10, 2011 12:39:13 GMT -8
Blinking in confusion as Kevin left her seat, and blushing when she realized he'd called her "your Lady" in reference to he and Michael. She didn't know why everyone seemed to think she and Michael were together, they were just friends after all. The thought was followed by a strange fluttery feeling in her stomach, but Ashlin dismissed it. Michael wouldn't think about her that way after all.
She wasn't sure what to think of the blue haired man, or what to make of her own near instant dislike of him. That had never happened to her before. She supposed it must be because he seemed to make Michael so uncomfortable.
Instead of worrying about it though she turned to Agent York, and replied "That's understandable; Bo-Bo wasn't too pleased when I decided to travel for that reason. He's had to catch up quite a bit on his shows." Ashlin was surprised and a little impressed when Agent York figured out Michael was wearing a sword, she hadn't realized it until she actually saw it. Though she was a bit curious about what Zach and Agent York were talking about she didn't bat an eyelash at the actual conversation.
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Post by Mister Stewart on Jan 10, 2011 23:03:04 GMT -8
...And by now Michael was completely and utterly lost. Suddenly the man who had been so...friendly with him was standing up and leaving him, contradicting what he had said before about the drink...and he was calling Ashlin 'his Lady.' His cheeks burned just a little bit, his own thoughts unwittingly echoing Ashlin's. Just friends, of course. Something in him gave a bit of a twist at this thought, and he cast his eyes down towards the table.
Then the FBI Agent was standing over him, staring at him with some sort of intent and asking him...about his sword? He slid one hand behind his back, patting at it - sure enough, the sword's latch had come a bit undone, his jacket caught on the hilt and showing just a little bit of the silver blade. He re-latched it with fumbling fingers, speaking with a slurred tone. The irony of the rhyming went completely over his head, it seemed. "...Mister Stewart gave...gave me the wakizashi," he mumbled. His eyes fell on the cigarette again - that slow burn inside of him that had begun just minutes ago with Kevin seemed to get worse. An edge traced his voice, faint, almost imperceptible. Perhaps it had a little to do with the fact he had just set himself up to rhyme 'wakizashi' while drunk. Perhaps it was something else. Perhaps both.
"If it's a collector's...item, that fact eludes...me...."
It would do. He snapped his gaze away from the cigarette to try and look York in the eye, somewhat blearier than he intended to.
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Jan 11, 2011 17:20:37 GMT -8
"Bless you," York said in response to the strange word- 'wakizashi'- which in fairness had come out slightly fuzzy. He looked into Michael's dark eyes, two unfathomable wells that were currently brimming with alcoholic stupor, and then at the cigarette in his own right hand. He put it in his mouth and rummaged for the pack in his suit pocket, then held it out to the man in the white suit with a somber incantation:
"Fire has fascinated man since the dawn of time. Care for a smoke whilst we continue to rhyme?"
Zach, this is actually quite fun. I had no idea the townsfolk here would turn out to be so colorful! Maybe it's compensation for the drabness of their surroundings, an idea which could explain why Michael carries around a sword-
<Sometimes a cigarette is just a cigarette, York.>
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Post by kevin on Jan 11, 2011 22:55:49 GMT -8
Kevin was actually thinking it was time to return back to the hotel, but when he was about to tell Emily that he was indeed, leaving, he thought he’d have a bit of fun before that. “Sorry we didn’t get to talk much today, Em, but I’ll be staying here for a while, so we have plenty of time.” He smiled at her sweetly. “I think I should head back to the hotel, but there’s something I’d like to do first.” He walked up to the stage with a smirk, of course they didn’t have the music for the song he wanted to sing. “Oh well, who needs music anyway.” He shrugged, grabbing the mic and started to sing;
“Christmas, that magic time of the year, mom and dad are glad everyone’s here Grandpa is busy trimming the tree and aunty made a fruitcake naturally. But her fruitcake aint the only one at the table, and there’s something that I just have to say
He paused for few seconds, looking over at the people in bar and suddenly sang louder, trying not to laugh; “Granny pass the stuffing if you are able, and by the way mom and dad, I’m gay” Yea brought a girl with me but I paid her to be here. Hey mom and dad that’s what they call a beard I try to make it work but the girl aint got the gear What can I say; I love it in the rear”
After those words he couldn’t hold a small laugh, as he saw how some of the people in bar were staring at him now.
“ Comin’ out this Christmas comin’ out this year Can’t wait to tell the world that I’m a flamin’ queer Comin’ out this Christmas comin’ out today And here’s your Christmas present mom and dad I’m gay
Take back those G.I. Joes I never liked those toys I never did like stuff that was for boys Bring me some Barbies even though you think it’s wrong Or better yet Johnny Depp in a thong”
Kevin finished the last sentence with dreamy eyes, thinking Johnny Depp in a thong actually wasn’t such a bad idea.
“Comin’ out this Christmas comin’ out this year Can’t wait to tell the world that I’m a flamin’ queer Comin’ out this Christmas comin’ out today And here’s your Christmas present mom and dad I’m gay
Don’t look so surprised to know it’s not like I’m the only homo Aunty Jen’s a lesbian (she is?) and I’ve been felt by Uncle Joe Well now I don’t expect for you to like what you’ve been told And if you hate me well that’s how it goes Well as for me I’m off to a disco and you can kiss my gay ass as I go
Comin’ out this Christmas comin’ out this year Can’t wait to tell the world that I’m a flamin’ queer Comin’ out this Christmas comin’ out today And here’s your Christmas present mom and dad I’m wonderfully, fabulously, gargantuanly gay.”
Kevin jumped off the stage as he finished singing, quite satisfied with himself, even thought he knew his singing more like half talking, half screaming, but it entertained him, so he saw no problem in that. “Ok, I’m definitely ready to leave now.” He walked back to the others, looking a bit cautiously at some men who looked like they were about to punch him.
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Post by Mister Stewart on Jan 12, 2011 22:52:40 GMT -8
Something in Michael gave a sort of lurch when he was offered a cigarette...mechanically, he reached out and took one, though his eyes didn't quite connect with what he was doing. He looked down at it, a little frown on his features...then his eyes flicked briefly to Ash. He did smoke now and again, it was true...but he saw it as a vice. An unpleasant one to be around, at that. He wasn't certain he wanted anyone to know about it (besides, of course, Mister Stewart). Looking back towards York, he spun the unlit cigarette between his fingers like some might spin a pen - a bizarre, incongruously dexterous motion for someone so plainly drunk - and then stuck it back in the pack, shaking his head vaguely.
"...Thank you, but I do not smoke...." The hesitations between his rhymes were getting longer. It was getting more difficult to string them together, and the fact that York was peering at him with such intent wasn't helping. He shifted his eyes to where Kevin was singing, not...quite listening to the words.
"...Er...that music is...rather far from...baroque."
As drunk as he was, even HE knew that one was bad.
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Jan 12, 2011 23:25:54 GMT -8
Emily's eyes widened during Kevin's song. He was still a god awful singer and he definitely had everyone's attention now. It even woke a drooling Todd for brief a moment. He thought a cat named fluffy was burning in a house fire but when he spotted Kevin on the stage he gave a hoot of laughter promptly fell back asleep on Emily's shoulder.
Even though he was terrible and it was an odd song choice it took guts to go up there unaccompanied by background music in such a place. So while others stared opened mouth at Kevin as he made his way back to their group. Emily heartily clapped and whistled like it was the best performance she ever saw. She even threw a couple glares at some of the rougher patrons giving Kevin an evil eye. She dared anyone to say or do anything, she would so kick their ass. However her enthusiastic response to Kevin's performance stalled any further malice thrown his direction. She was Greenvale's Deputy Sheriff after all, no one wanted to go into lock up for messing with one her her friends.
"Wow Kevin, you haven't changed a bit!" Emily smiled and jerked her head slightly towards a sleeping the sleeping man still clinging to her. "Too bad you weren't in here a little earlier you could of this guy with his performance! He definitely lacked your colorful stage presence."
She saw Michael eye-ing the stage, "It's getting late but...Michael did you want to serenade us with a quick number before I take everyone home?"
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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Jan 13, 2011 0:04:35 GMT -8
Peering curiously at Michael's rather strange reaction when Agent York offered him a cigarette Ash was a bit surprised when he said he didn't smoke. It seemed he hadn't been staring at it then. The way he'd twirled it had been rather neat though!
Ashlin wasn't quiet sure what Michael had said about Kevin's singing, but then she wasn't quite sure what it was Kevin was singing either, so that seemed fair. He wasn't as good a singer as Tamika, that was for certain, but smiling at Emily's reaction, it was certainly entertaining. Emily certainly seemed to enjoy it quite a lot after all. When Emily suggested that Michael sing Ashlin clapped her hands together with a bright smile. "That's a great idea!" For some reason the idea of getting to hear Michael sing sounded incredibly appealing. "Oh Michael you have to!" Staring up at him with an innocently excited expression, it wasn't quite the puppy dog eyes but it was close.
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Post by Mister Stewart on Jan 13, 2011 1:41:07 GMT -8
((http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLkdkMst8j8))
When Emily suggested that he sing, Michael blinked at her somewhat dimly - before realizing that she was, in fact, serious. He gave an awkward laugh - a mirthless, almost sarastic sound - opening his mouth to speak, to tell her that no, he was not going to sing karaoke in a bar room like this -
...And then Ashlin was agreeing with her. He looked to her, his expression going a little troubled. She seemed so hopeful...he couldn't quite bring himself to refuse (must be the alcohol, must be, and nothing else), despite his own personal disdain for the idea. Still, it would get him away from the FBI Agent, he supposed...and giving a tiny nod, he shuffled up to the microphone, selecting his song and standing somewhat awkwardly while he waited for it to start.
His eyes flicked around the room - people were staring. Of course they were staring. Not every day that the mysterious Mister Stewart's equally mysterious aide would sing karaoke at Swery 65, after all. He swallowed hard as the music started, shutting his eyes for a moment to try and quell the odd burning that rose in him again (stage fright?). The song he had chosen was...somewhat more rollicking and fast-paced than one might expect.
"Some say you're trouble, boy Just because you like to destroy All the things that bring the idiots joy Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?
And the Kunst won't talk to you Because you kissed St Rollox Adieu Because you robbed a supermarket or two Well, who gives a damn about the prophets of Tesco?"
His voice began uncertain, but gradually warmed to the song - though there was a hoarseness there from the alcohol and his exhaustion. Interestingly enough, he could sing just fine...there was a bit of a slur to his words, but his voice was relatively pleasant. He had a musical ear, it seemed.
He opened his eyes and continued, trying not to focus on any one person in the bar.
"Did I see you in a limousine Flinging out the fish and the unleavened Turn the rich into wine Walk on the mean For the fallen are the virtuous among us Walk among us Never judge us Yeah we're all..."
A bit of an odd edge crept into his tone - his hand clenched tighter around the microphone, singing a little bit louder.
"Up now and get 'em, boy Up now and get 'em, boy Drink to the devil and death at the doctors!"
He glanced to Ash with this line - the faintest trace of a smile (smirk?) tugging at his otherwise deadpan face. Was this a bit of cheekiness? It seemed...out of place, somehow, but as fast as it had come, it was gone. The edge remained, however, strengthening with the frenetic pace of the song.
"Did I see you in a limousine Flinging out the fish and the unleavened Five thousand users fed today As you feed us Won't you lead us To be blessed
So we stole and drank Champagne On the seventh seal you said you never feel pain "I never feel pain, won't you hit me again?" "I need a bit of black and blue to be a rotation"
In my blood I feel the bubbles burst There was a flash of fist, an eyebrow burst You've a lazy laugh and a red white shirt I fell to the floor fainting at the sight of blood
Did I see you in a limousine Flinging out the fish and the unleavened Turn the rich into wine Walk on the mean Be they Magdalene or virgin you've already been You've already been and we've already seen That the fallen are the virtuous among us Walk among us Never judge us to be blessed...."
The next lines came as something of a growl - he swayed a little on his feet. Yes, he was definitely drunk, even if his diction was still passable.
"So I'm sorry if I ever resisted I never had a doubt you ever existed I only have a problem when people insist on Taking their hate and placing it on your name
Some say you're trouble, boy Just because you like to destroy You are the word, the word is 'destroy' I break this bottle and think of you fondly...."
Admittedly, he started to struggle with the speed and the rhythm of the song a little at this point, the slur getting in the way of his words ever so slightly and that weird edge in his tone snaking its way through.
"Did I see you in a limousine Flinging out the fish and the unleavened To the whore in a hostel Or the scum of a scheme Turn the rich into wine Walk on the mean It's not a jag in the arm It's a nail in the beam On this barren Earth You scatter your seed Be they Magdalene or virgin You've already been Yeah, you've already been We've already seen That the fallen are the virtuous among us Walk among us If you judge us...."
His eyes and voice both darkened suddenly, all faint traces of a smile disappearing from his face.
"...We're all damned...."
That dispensed with, he blinked groggily, setting the mic down and fumbling his way off the stage, eyes suddenly on the floor. He couldn't seem to shake that odd feeling that had settled inside him...and more disturbingly, he found himself...not really caring.
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Jan 13, 2011 19:25:36 GMT -8
York stood with the others, looking keenly up at the stage with an expression that seemed more fitting for a jeweler inspecting a rough diamond than a man in a bar watching an above-average karaoke performance. In fact he almost wished he could just enjoy the music, but behind every word Michael sang, there was a strange, insect-like buzzing that York could not identify... It wasn't coming from Michael's voice, nor was it being produced by the equipment. It crackled in York's head like the electronic feedback from a microphone, hovering dangerously on the edge just before the inevitable cringe-inducing shriek. Most disconcerting of all, it seemed to be accompanied by a curtain of sonic static between York and his own inner presence...
"Zach? Can you hear me?" York felt an unfamiliar twinge of worry. Michael was on the fifth verse, and to York it felt like someone was trying to reach him and not quite getting through. "Zach, are you there?"
<I'm here,> said the voice, sounding alarmingly fuzzy. <Sorry. Whatever he's doing, it's working. And I'm not sure it's all him that's doing it, if that makes any sense. Is it just me, or is something burning...?>
York was, for the first time in awhile, a little bit awestruck. "In all our years of being together, this sensation might be unprecedented. And here I thought the power of song was meant to unite people!"
<Part of it was my fault; I think I wandered too far. I think he's trying to tell us something with the choice of music... Can't tell if it's mocking us, or mocking them, or a cry for help. For some reason it reminds me of that classic line: 'From Hell's heart I stab at thee!'>
York nodded. "Wrath of Khan, 1982. Without a doubt, the best of the Star Trek movies."
<I think it's from Moby Dick. We had to read that book in high school, remember?>
"Oh. Well... 'Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home' had whales, so it's close enough, right?"
Zach recited the rest of the passage from memory; he'd always been better with the literary stuff. York, still listening intently to the final verse of Michael's song, repeated it out loud, almost as if he was singing along but with different lyrics. It just seemed fitting somehow. Like a private ceremony held in the most public of venues, which nobody else in the group would be aware of or understand.
"Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool, and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale!"
As the song finished and the man in the white suit began stumbling off the stage, the mental buzzing stopped. York clapped solemnly and said to Kevin- who happened to be standing the closest- "So according to Michael, 'we' and the whales are in the same boat... Both of us, damned. I'm guessing by 'we' he meant everyone here in Greenvale. Not a very comforting way to end a performance! He won't get many encores with that parting line."
Still clapping, he then leaned over to Emily and whispered in her ear, "I think it's time to wrap things up here, Emily. It's getting late, and I mean that in more ways than one."
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Post by kevin on Jan 13, 2011 21:44:12 GMT -8
Kevin definitely wasn’t a person who’d pay much attention to such things as some hidden meaning behind a karaoke performance; he looked back at York a bit confused. “Whatever the sexy, drunk guy says.” He shrugged. “Everyone will be damned someday, I guess. See you later, another sexy guy in a suit.” He smirked, giving Emily a kiss on her cheek. “I hope I’ll see you soon this time, Em, we didn’t get to talk much this time, but it was still fun, huh?” He smiled at her sweetly.” Do you think Todd will be ok? He doesn’t look so good.” He looked over at sleeping Todd a bit concerned, poking his shoulder with a finger as if wondering whether he’d react or not. “I could help you drag him home, if you wish.”
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