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Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

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Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@Lady Amalthea My apologies. I have been trying to write a decent post for like two weeks now and I have lost inspiration. I will be dropping this RP, however, the little intro I mentioned before is being worked on now. So, I will remain subbed to this and link it when it is complete. Apologies once again for dropping out.

~The Fabulous Fox~

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

@kingkonrad Give em to Dom, she'll do the shit they did to her when she was captured.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

@kingkonrad Dom's relaxing until briefing. I'm good to go

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

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Wolves of Red Lake (Closed ignore this thread)

Morgan Thatcher & Alexandria Robins

"The Duet"

Location: Outside Red Lake Cafe
Interacting with: Each other, anyone in the general area

Alex looked at Morgan, then down to the book before gently taking it and flipping through, occasionally stopping on a page to hum the notes to herself. She broke out into a grin after humming a few notes and realised she was still in fact on planet earth and not by herself, and blushed furiously looking down at her feet. "I...you have some really good stuff in here.." she said, stumbling over her own words. "I've tried to write lyrics, but they never end up sounding very good.." she handed the book back, trying to (albeit failing to) hide the fact she was still as red as a beet.

Shuffling her feet ever so slightly, Morgan watched as Alex turned the pages of her notebook. Already she was going hypercritical. The notebook wasn't meant to be shared with anyone. It was where her rough draft stuff had a chance to stay hidden until she could clean things up. Namely, Noteflight on her computer. This was a rare exception. There wasn't enough folks in Red Lake to satiate her musical passion. Which was probably why she reached out to Alex.

When Alex finished looking through her notebook, Morgan tilted her head to the side and gave her an shy smile. "Words are hard," she said. "I suck at speaking. When I put words to music though and sing it? It makes all the sense in the world."

Taking the book back, Morgan noticed the shade of red spread across Alex's face. She arched an eyebrow. "So. You're blushing hardcore," she said tentatively. "Too warm for you? Weather?"

Alex could feel her heart stop for a moment as Morgan spoke up "U-uh....yeah. It's pretty warm." she stammered, turning around to close up her instrument cases begging her face to return to normal before Morgan realised why it was as red as it was. Of course this happened now, right when she had actually held a conversation with someone new.

But was it? Morgan watched as Alex closed up the instrument cases. To the best of her knowledge, it was a pretty average day for Red Lake. Humid, 80s-90s, and sunny. Well, maybe for a new comer, it was hot she supposed.

She looked up, an idea forming in her head. Alex turned around and tried her hardest not to blush - to her surprise it worked - and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. "So, would you wanna come over and hang out later, perhaps get my studio set up and jam out a bit?" she asked, hoping she didn't sound like the biggest nervous wreck. There was something that Alex admired about Morgan, whether it was how into music she was or how gorgeous she was, it was hard for her to stay.....normal around her.

Morgan was watching as Alex put up her hair until her attention was drawn elsewhere. Jam invite? She was down. Reaching into her bag, Morgan pulled out her phone. "Number swap? I'm most certainly down to jam. Do you need me to bring anything? Oh. I don't think it's exclusive, but there's this trip. It's tomorrow. Would you ... be interested in going?"

"Number swap." she pulled out her own phone and showed Morgan her number before quickly typing in Morgan's. She pocketed the device and looked back up at Morgan, her face now back to normal "I mean, once we get the studio set up I have my keyboard you can play, and I have two mics. If you wanna bring anything, feel free." She nodded to herself, content with how that had come out. As Morgan spoke again, her attention was piqued. "A trip? Where to? I mean I'll make sure Mum and Dad don't need my help but I'd love to go!"

Alex was thrilled. An awesome sandwich, a new friend, a jam session and an invitation to a trip of some sort within the first hour of being there. Living in Red Lake was going to be great.

Inputting Alex's number, Morgan nodded. "Right! A trip. Riley put it together. My sister - twin - and her are like this," Morgan said as she crossed her pointer and middle finger together. "Inseparable. But definitely try. It'd be nice to have someone go with me. Well, like, someone like me. Like, music. Someone who likes music like me. It makes it easier to talk." She laughed. "Sometimes I just sing lyrics. Impromptu. Have you ever had that feeling where lyrics kinda roll off the tongue easier? But I'm rambling. Short and skinny? My life is a musical."

Fidgeting her hands together, Morgan padded her bag. "I'll just bring my handy dandy notebook then. Other than pianos and keyboards - or singing - I'm kinda useless," she said. "Can't play four different instruments like you." Morgan smiled. "I'm kinda jealous."

"Hey, I'm down for a trip. Hell we could grab some CD's and sing the whole way there!" She laughed, shaking her head gently. "Sounds good, and if you wanted I could totally try teaching you one of them if you want. Your choice. I'm down for just jamming for a few hours." Alex smiled at Morgan, her own hands clasped in front of her. On this particular day Alex had decided to wear her lightweight tan pants, her regular boots and a white tank top, forgoing a fancy shirt for comfort during the long ride in the truck.

Morgan covered her mouth as she laughed. "Careful what you suggest. I take car jam session very seriously," she said playfully. "You'd be willing to teach my something? Well, I wouldn't be opposed. I warn you though, I'm terrible. Except the exceptions I mentioned before. I tried playing the guitar once. God. My mom never gets mad. She told me to quit that racket. But, um, just, uh. Crap. Okay. Right. I'd love to learn the saxophone. I have a soft spot for jazz. Chet Baker? Oh my god."

Though she could go on about the legendary jazz player, Morgan stopped herself from rambling. She hated that. Rambling. Why was talking so hard?

"I imagine my parents will have moved most of the bigger stuff in already so it's really just a matter of hanging all the sound foam up, setting up my drum set and the mics and quickly hooking my laptop up to the mics if we wanted to record anything." She looked to Morgan, trying to read what she was thinking "Of course we don't to record anything. Just for giggles, y'know?"

Morgan snapped her fingers. "I work at the local music store here. I kinda, sorta know my way around that stuff. If you wanted help, I'm more than happy," she said. When Alex mentioned they didn't have to record anything, Morgan grinned mischiviously. She pulled out her phone and opened Sound Cloud. Going to her page, she clicked on her 'Sia - Titanium' cover. She paused it. Hooking up her earphones, she offered them to Alex. "Want a teaser of what you're getting yourself into? Consider it a casual audition." She gave Alex a wink. "Hopefully it's not too horrendous. Just, um, well just take a listen. If you want that is..."

Alex carefully popped the earbuds in and hit play, the music filling her ears. She had to admit, Morgan had quite a pair of lungs on her. Man could that girl sing. Some of the notes in that song were really hard to hit consistently and Alex admired the raw talent Morgan had. After the song was through, she suddenly felt the need to reciprocate the "audition" and smirked to herself before turning around and pulling her trumpet case back up. She hopped into the back of her jeep and placed some sheet music up, out of sight to Morgan.

Alex inserted the mouthpiece into the trumpet and wet her lips a bit, quickly stuffing a mute onto the end of the trumpet before beginning to play the trumpet solo from "La Vie en Rose" by Louis Armstrong. She played the instrument fluidly and smoothly, closing her eyes a few notes in. She'd learned the song in ninth grade and had practically had it memorized. She lost herself in the song, swaying gently back and forth as the music filled the air.

Taking her phone back, Morgan watched Alex as she took out her trumpet. About to ask what Alex was about to do, she opted for silence. When Alex finished preparing her instrument and stuffing something in the trumpet, Morgan almost melted to her knees.

The lady was playing 'La Vie en Rose'. It was a wonderful classic to everyone who had cultured taste in music. While Morgan enjoyed contemporary music, she was an old soul stuck in a young body. She had no one to thank in her family for that, but her grandma and grandpa from dad's side. She still remembered the day they showed her the classics. Gramps told her to turn off her devil music and listen to real music. Hours later - the phonograph still playing - gramp's brainwashing was complete.

Tapping her foot to the impeccable rhythm, Morgan knew she'd found a gem. A female gem. Hearing the spot that the singer traditionally came in at, she took a deep breath as she started to sing:

Hold me close and hold me fast
This magic spell you cast
This la vie en rose...

When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en Rose ...

When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom...

Taking a quiet, quick deep breath, it was time to add the Morgan flair. Morgan sang the next verse with her trademark vibrato as she took liberties with the notes while staying within key:

And when you speak, angels sing from above
Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

Recovering, Morgan came in to the last part of the song with a controlled, lullaby-esque tone contrasting her previous diva forte:

Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be la vie en rose...

Alex took a deep breath as Morgan came to the end of the song, the biggest smile on her face as she played the ending solo on her trumpet with remarkable accuracy. She continued to sway back and forth slowly as she played, and as she came to the end of the piece, she drew out the last note for what seemed like an eternity before lowering the trumpet. Alex could not get the stupid grin off of her face, especially with the small crowd of people that had gathered around them. That was surely one way to make a grand entrance.

After packing her trumpet back up, she looked back to Morgan, the big, warm smile plastered across her face. "Five o'clock, my place?"

Exhiliaration couldn't describe what Morgan was feeling in that moment. Her heart raced not out of nervousness but out of excitement. From having fun. She looked about and saw familiar faces in the crowd. She waved as Mr. and Mrs. Johnston stood amongst the crowd. They held each other close and only smiled at the dynamic duo. This ... was what online crowds couldn't bring. This only made her dream that much more real. Even if it was a small town crowd that she knew, who cared?

Turning back to Alex, she leaned against the yellow jeep. Hearing the invitation, Morgan smirked. "So I passed the audition?" she asked. "Five o'clock your place. I'll bring some sheet music. Originals mind you."

"I feel like we might have some recording to do together."

Morgan smiled. "Funny. I feel the same way."

Wolves of Red Lake (Closed ignore this thread)

Alexandria Lucia Robins

Location: Red Lake Café
Interacting with: Aron & Gage @BlackPanther, Morgan Thatcher @Anima

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The amazing taste of the sandwich filled her mouth as Alex took a bite, the sauce dribbling down her chin. A happy smirk spread across her face as she realised how much of a mess she was making, but the sandwich was unlike anything she’d ever tasted. The beef was so perfectly cooked and spiced, and the bread toasted just right. She placed the sandwich down on the plate and took a sip, the only words she could use to describe the food floating in her head “Oh my god.”

She looked down at the sandwich and picked it up once again, dunking the little piece of heaven in the broth cup and taking another bite, quickly wiping her face with a napkin. Before long, she had come to the last bite, which was both amazing and terrible because it meant the sandwich was no longer there to eat. She gobbled up the last piece as another girl walked in and savoured it for a good minute before washing it down with water. She made a mental note to leave an extra big tip. Damn was that good!

She pushed the plate back with the biggest grin on her face and wiped her face off with yet another napkin before looking up to see a new face approaching her. She smiled gently and listened to the little ramble she had before nodding slightly. “Yes, there is indeed a yellow jeep outside with music cases in it. Trumpet and tenor saxophone, the rest is in the moving van.” She looked back to the jeep and smirked to herself “If you give me a second here, I can show you if you want.”

Alex stood up and was about to walk over and pay her bill, but stopped. “Oh my god how rude of me!” She said, turning back to the stranger “Alexandria Robins, just call me Alex.” she smiled and put a few bills down on the table: one for the meal itself, the other two as tips for both of the twins. She called out to the pair before walking out the door to show Morgan her instruments “Thanks for the awesome meal guys. I will be back!”

She wandered outside with Morgan in tow and popped the clips holding the first case shut open. “This here, is my tenor sax. I was in jazz band before high school.” Inside was a beautiful black tenor saxophone with brass accents and patterns. The instrument had slight signs of wear, but was otherwise very well taken care of and almost looked brand new. Alex looked at it and smiled, remembering some of the moments she’d had with it.

She then moved over to the second case and opened it up “And here is my trumpet.” Inside this case was a standard brass trumpet, but with a twist. Covering most of it’s surfaces were engravings, showing Alex’s artsy side. “There’s also my drum set and keyboard in the van, I’ve gotta set up my studio in the new place. Lotta work to be done.” Alex looked up to Morgan “Do you play?”

Wolves of Red Lake (Closed ignore this thread)

Alexandria Lucia Robins

Location: Red Lake Café
Interacting with: Aron @BlackPanther

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The large moving truck drove into a small town a few hours outside of Red Lake and pulled into a gas station. An middle aged man and his wife sat in the cab talking for a few moments as the younger lady hopped out the side to fill up the truck.

Alexandria popped the gas cap on the truck and wandered over to the pump, pressing the diesel button and taking a hold of the pump. With a squeeze she began filling the truck back up with fuel, idly glancing around at her surroundings. The town was fairly busy with cars filling the streets with a moderate level of traffic, however it wasn’t slowed to a crawl and she expected to be out of the town in ten minutes easily.

A minute or two later, she felt the handle shudder as the pump cut off the fuel. She placed the nozzle back onto the pump and took a pair of twenties from her wallet and walked towards the building. She grabbed a pepsi from the cooler and placed it on the counter before looking to the cashier “Pump number four, the truck.” She slid the money towards him and took her pepsi, calling back as she left “Keep the change as a tip.”

She walked back out into the hot August weather and was just about to get back into the truck when she spotted it. A canary yellow Jeep Wrangler parked across the street with a sign saying For Sale, 1500$. She stopped midway up the steps and opened the door, peeking her head in “Mom, dad….you know how you had asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I never really wanted anything?” Her parents nodded suspiciously. “Weeelllll, I found what I want. I’ll pay half for it, sound alright?” She motioned to the Jeep.

Twenty minutes and lots of haggling later, Alexandria sat behind the wheel of an open top, canary yellow Jeep Wrangler, following her parents in the moving van to Red Lake. She was the happiest person in the world. Just her, the sun and the open road. Could she ask for any more?

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The convoy pulled into Red Lake at about half past one and parked in front of the Red Lake Café. Alexandria parked her jeep in the front row and hopped out, letting her hair down before checking herself in the mirror. After all looked well, she walked inside and looked around the room, stopping at Cash for a moment before walking up to Aron before asking in a quiet voice “Could I possibly get a sandwich of some sort, I’m starving.”

Wolves of Red Lake (Closed ignore this thread)

@Nallore So is Alexandria approved or...?

Wolves of Red Lake (Closed ignore this thread)

@Nallore Mentioning for my character above cause I forgot to in the cs itself.