Post by Martyyy on May 28, 2007 15:03:26 GMT -5
"Al, Al, Al. You're late. Where are you? For Christ's sake, you live above the club. You're my star performer, and I have no idea what to do without you. C'mon girl, you're actually torturing me."
Creaz Hayes was wearing a "wobbly lip" expression, even though his lip wasn't wobbling and the person he needed to see this expression was on the end of the phone line, unfortunately. His brow was furrowed, and there was genuine pain mixed with very genuine irritation in his eyes. As he listened to the gentle, soothing voice through his mobile, his mouth hung open just a touch, and over all, he looked rather sweet. And rather lost, but whatever.
"You're where? Al, that's the other side of Gothvaen. How the hell are you going to make it here in time for your slot? You know my regular customers won't be pleased if their favourite's not going to be on stage." He paused as there was a retort in reply. "Put Kelsey in your spot? Jesus, Al, this is ridiculous. What are you doing over there anyway?"
Sotto Voce had a gradually growing line outside it. As Creaz fretted in the alley to the club's right, people were coming and going steadily, balancing each other out. This wasn't the most popular place in town, but Creaz had his work cut out for him anyway.
"Al-" There was no use in continuing, because the other speaker had left the phonebooth they'd been calling from. For a moment, this didn't deter Creaz. "Allyze Jinta Hayes, don't you dare say you've hung up on me!" Creaz was fuming, because he knew there was no use in protesting. Al was going to be late. he just had to deal with it. "Jesus," he repeated, snapping his mobile shut. "If she didn't have that voice I don't know how I'd be able to put up with her," he muttered, irked, as he ducked in through the stage door, smooth piano music filtering away the sounds of the city.
He meandered around the tables as he made for his usual booth, the one in the corner that gave him the view of the stage that he needed and the view of the entire club. Collapsing into his seat, he exhaled, running a hand through his cropped black hair, wishing to just dissolve into the soft lilac and orchid lighting of the club until Al got back. This was just annoying.
"She'd turn them down anyway," he murmured. An ambiguous message for anyone who happened to be walking by at the time.
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As a side note, Allyze is one of my characters who I don't have a profile up for as of yet. I'll be bringing her in later, prolly.
Creaz Hayes was wearing a "wobbly lip" expression, even though his lip wasn't wobbling and the person he needed to see this expression was on the end of the phone line, unfortunately. His brow was furrowed, and there was genuine pain mixed with very genuine irritation in his eyes. As he listened to the gentle, soothing voice through his mobile, his mouth hung open just a touch, and over all, he looked rather sweet. And rather lost, but whatever.
"You're where? Al, that's the other side of Gothvaen. How the hell are you going to make it here in time for your slot? You know my regular customers won't be pleased if their favourite's not going to be on stage." He paused as there was a retort in reply. "Put Kelsey in your spot? Jesus, Al, this is ridiculous. What are you doing over there anyway?"
Sotto Voce had a gradually growing line outside it. As Creaz fretted in the alley to the club's right, people were coming and going steadily, balancing each other out. This wasn't the most popular place in town, but Creaz had his work cut out for him anyway.
"Al-" There was no use in continuing, because the other speaker had left the phonebooth they'd been calling from. For a moment, this didn't deter Creaz. "Allyze Jinta Hayes, don't you dare say you've hung up on me!" Creaz was fuming, because he knew there was no use in protesting. Al was going to be late. he just had to deal with it. "Jesus," he repeated, snapping his mobile shut. "If she didn't have that voice I don't know how I'd be able to put up with her," he muttered, irked, as he ducked in through the stage door, smooth piano music filtering away the sounds of the city.
He meandered around the tables as he made for his usual booth, the one in the corner that gave him the view of the stage that he needed and the view of the entire club. Collapsing into his seat, he exhaled, running a hand through his cropped black hair, wishing to just dissolve into the soft lilac and orchid lighting of the club until Al got back. This was just annoying.
"She'd turn them down anyway," he murmured. An ambiguous message for anyone who happened to be walking by at the time.
ooc|
As a side note, Allyze is one of my characters who I don't have a profile up for as of yet. I'll be bringing her in later, prolly.