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Post by WISAL on Jan 24, 2016 10:59:58 GMT -5
the gods have no choice but to let us live a little @tag | wisal settles in by sitting at a battered looking chair. her back is straight and her knees kiss. she claps along to the drunken men who had decided to clammer onto the sorry remains of a stage tunelessly belting out some kind of long forgotten love song classic. (one that love did actually recall fondly; it was one of her top five hundred favourites, actually.)
they murmur most of the words and slur the lyrics they do sort of know, only really singing the famous chorus properly. wisal's mind is already lost in a time gone by; doesn't stop to wonder why the group of men knew such an old song.
the bar itself is dimly lit and mildly busy, full of the west side's regular shady individuals. wisal continues to stick out, thanks to her unnatural glow plus the lack of alcoholic beverage sitting by her side.
it was hard to tell whether or not wisal was serious about cheering them on or if she was internally jeering at the display of human stupidity, but her amusement carried anyways, bobbing along to some made up tune with her elbows planted on a greasy table.
it seemed as though they had finished their song. the group of middle aged men even took a bow, to wisal's pleasure. wisal cheers, clapping once more.
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Post by MELLOW on Jan 24, 2016 14:12:01 GMT -5
[googlefont="Roboto"] [attr="class","goyeop"] WISAL want you to want me again Today was not her day. She lost her wallet, which she doesn't know why she has one, she just needs her ID to go places, she was nearly raped on the way here, but could you really blame them? And finally, she got lost, and somehow ended up in front of a bar looking place. Little did she know that it was actually a karaoke place, so when she walked in she wasn't prepared for the singing. The people singing weren't that bad, but the person that interested he the most was the lady that was cheering for them. She looked like she was enjoying herself.
As the men finished, Mellow walked up next to the women, and took a seat.
"They're not that bad."
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Post by WISAL on Jan 25, 2016 10:11:58 GMT -5
the gods have no choice but to let us live a little | "hm?" wisal turns to the voice of her new company, eyes then widening in recognition. why, isn't it the god of lust? the sweet child who've come to take some of her workload away.
her smile is coy, a little devious, perhaps. if her posture wasn't stiff before, it sure was now. the drunken men slowly, one by one, climb down from the stage. wisal spares them not a second thought.
"morning sister!" she waves a little. "it would be in your nature to see drunken men as a serious show, huh. " she tilts her head, teasing. she then turns her attention to the now empty stage, as if speaking to nobody in particular.
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Post by MELLOW on Jan 25, 2016 15:37:28 GMT -5
[googlefont="Roboto"] [attr="class","goyeop"] WISAL want you to want me again She thought this woman seemed familiar. It was her older sister, Wisal. She definently chose an interersting place to hang out, seeing as she doesn't seem like someone to be at a bar, but then again someone who loves music. She'san odd looking person, hard to read.
"Your one to talk, seeing as how you were here first." She looked over at the drunk men and waved, and gave them a wink. She turned to look at the stage, and got an idea. She reached for her sister's hand, and headed towards the stage.
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Post by WISAL on Jan 31, 2016 17:40:01 GMT -5
the gods have no choice but to let us live a little | wisal is liberal with her hand gestures.
she smiles like she always does, with the slight tilt in her head, the narrowing of her eyes.
her sister's hair is softened under the bar's dim lighting. her expression does too, she thinks.
"i am merely polite." she exercises mock clapping, light taps of her palms. "i couldn't say the same for you though."
wisal peers at her finally, only to have her sister grab her hand. she follows, surprise in her eyes, but eventually her eyes widen in acknowledgement.
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