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Post by candyleptic on Nov 15, 2014 2:27:14 GMT -5
Walcott: "Tweedle-lee-dee-dee-dee!
He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singing his song
All the little birds on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet"
Walcott, headphones in and not realizing how loud he was singing, snapped and sang a long the nearly empty morning street!
"Rockin' Robin, tweet, tweet, tweet!"
As he sang, his heels clicked the pavement in musical taps to every "tweet!" Every downbeat, he let the store keys hit his palm and then fly up again!
"Go rockin' robin
'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight!"
Every little swallow, every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin' their wings singing go bird go!"
He started with the chorus again, having a pretty damn fine time flipping his head to and fro until, just a split second before the next line, he stopped and let the song go on. He looked down at his feet to see that he had actually stepped on a crack in the pavement and that wouldn't do because the last three steps had been between the squares and he couldn't handle things in threes. The song played on, and he tiredly turned around 3 paces, and re-did the same little dance, now out of tune several times before getting it right!
Quite confident, he flung his head up to look at Metro Music in all of it's glory---but stopped dead when he saw another figure staring at him.
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Post by macxcheese on Nov 15, 2014 2:54:16 GMT -5
Olivia: It had taken her awhile to realize that the singing was not coming from her mixes but from the guy in front of her. She hadn't even noticed him, that is until she almost ran into him. She quickly stepped out of his way and into the alley next to her as he repeated his little dance. She pulled her headphones down onto her shoulders and couldn't help a small snort. Interested to see what was next, she continued following him when he moved on. He suddenly stopped again, and she prepared to move out of the way. She never had to though, as it seemed he'd arrived at his destination. Funnily enough, it was her destination too. After a moment of staring, she finally got him to look back.
"Nice moves man. Are you applying here?" She smirked lazily. "Watch out, they're reallll hardasses."
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Post by candyleptic on Nov 15, 2014 3:00:09 GMT -5
Walcott: His face flushed red. For WHAT reason would anyone else be doing here so awfully early in the morning? Seriously! "M-my moves? Thank you!" He looked down to the ground, so ashamed. All of that confidence? Yeah. It was gone! So long and farewell, he supposed!!
He fiddled with the store keys for a moment, but then had to fiddle with them more so they produced 8 "klank" sounds rather than 3, and then he messed up the 4th and had to settle for 8. That was okay, 8 was a nice number, too.
"Applying...here...? Yes. Or...no! I am the uh, I'm the manager, now, actually..." He readjusted his hat. "Do you um...Have you worked here? Before?" He stared at her feet. She was on a crack too! "I uh, I'm not really a hardass or anything, I don't think. Hopefully." He had no idea.
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Post by macxcheese on Nov 15, 2014 3:15:10 GMT -5
Olivia: She noticed the keys while mumbling "no problem." Where did he... what? Manager? She'd never even seen this kid near the store! And that's wasn't just because she was asleep most of the time! She squinted at him, visibly upset. Had she been rehired to work under a newbie? Her and the owner were going to have a nice little chat about this!
Crossing her arms, she replied, "Why yes, I have worked here before. What's it to you, huh?" Okay, maybe that was a little strong, but she was seriously pissed right now. She cocked her head to the side. "Well good. The last guy was a real jerk, you know. Terrible to work under." So terrible that he'd gotten her fired twice! Yes, it was mostly her fault. Nevertheless, bad management had to come into play somewhere.
She began tapping her foot to an irregular rhythm. Man was this guy taking a while to open the friggin' door. "So. What's your name, 'boss'?"
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Post by candyleptic on Nov 19, 2014 21:02:49 GMT -5
Walcott: He gave her a smile and shook his head a lot. He thought it was actually going really well until he heard the coldness of her voice and froze, stupid smile still on face. "Eh?" WAIT WHAT?? She was mad at him?? What did HE do? It was the dance, wasn't it?? It totally WAS the dance! "N-Nothing! I'm sure you'll be a GREAT worker!" He tried so hard to fake confidence. He did a small awkward fistpump and stood there for a moment, and then dropped his hands at his sides. He turned to start opening the door, but he couldn't remember which key opened the normal door and which ones were the studio and glass keys, so he had to try them all. Then, when he found the right one, he had to go back and try ALL the others twice so it would be even. "H-He was THAT bad? My God." He finally pushed the door open; it was surprisingly heavy! "Oh, you can just call me Walc-" As he entered, the door let out a "DING!" "-Cott!" It then let out two more dings before Olivia even entered. Three dings?  THREE per one opening?? That...that wouldn't do. He cringed and hopped back outside for a moment. "So sorry! Please stay there a second!" He puts his hands up in defense and shrunk back for a second, and then closed the door, opened the door, closed the door, opened the door, closed the door, and opened the door. 4 times. 4 times 3 equals 12 which is divisible by 4. He let out a relaxed sigh and held the door open for Liv on the last one, gesturing inside. "So sorry about that! It's uh...OCD..." He gave her a sad half smile. "What uh, what was your name? I'm afraid I didn't catch it! You got mine was Walcott, right? Just Walcott's fine." |
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Post by macxcheese on Nov 27, 2014 20:39:32 GMT -5
Olivia: She harrumphed at the guy's reassurance. She would be the BEST worker. Alright, that was a total lie.
Her tapping sped up as she waited for the door to be opened. She was on the verge of snatching the keys away and doing it herself when finally she heard the telltale chime. She surged forward to enter the door and almost slammed into the back of Wal...cott. Barely managing to stumble to the side in time, she watched him play with the door a few times. She furrowed her brow, ready to confront him if this was some kind of joke. He at least had a good explanation, so she let it go.
"Olivia. Just Liv's fine," she echoed. "So how'd you get the job, Wally?"
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Post by candyleptic on Dec 3, 2014 18:08:30 GMT -5
Walcott: "Well hi there, Liv!" He let the keys slide into his pocket before looking around-it was a pretty snazzy place, he had to admit! He coughed a few times at the unexpected dust in the air and looked back at her.
"Just Walcott's fine!" He said quitely, but it faded out pretty fast. She probablyyyy wouldn't listen, they usually didn't, anyway!
"Oh um...I imagine just like how you did! Uh...I was interviewed, which was really weird because I had only come in to fill out an application, but he didn't even let me do that... By 'he' I mean the owner or... previous manager maybe? I don't really know. Now that I think about it, I don't remember his name, either." He thought for a moment, "Yeah, no. It's gone! But he asked me a few questions and said he'd call me back." He fumbled with his hands, "Uh, and then I walked out of the store and...he called me right then! And then offered me the position of manager for some reason. Annddd here I am now!" He did a little 'tada!' thing.
"Yeah but uh, yeah. How about you?"
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Post by macxcheese on Dec 17, 2014 21:21:43 GMT -5
Olivia: She flicked the open sign as she passed it and mumbled, "It was probably that damned mustachio." She shot past him when she spotted the turntables, smirking at his little act. She crouched down and inspected her children the tables, gasping in delight. "Ooooh he got the Honyo 25X. God, that's gotta be a dream to spin."
Her ears perked up at Walcott's question and she turned, squinting at him from her crouch. "Same," she simply answered. She jumped up and surveyed the shop. "Nothing's changed much. Shall I give you the grand tour, or have you already had it?"
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THREE per one opening?? That...that wouldn't do. He cringed and hopped back outside for a moment. "So sorry! Please stay there a second!" He puts his hands up in defense and shrunk back for a second, and then closed the door, opened the door, closed the door, opened the door, closed the door, and opened the door. 4 times. 4 times 3 equals 12 which is divisible by 4. He let out a relaxed sigh and held the door open for Liv on the last one, gesturing inside. "So sorry about that! It's uh...OCD..." He gave her a sad half smile. "What uh, what was your name? I'm afraid I didn't catch it! You got mine was Walcott, right? Just Walcott's fine."