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thecapitol2014-11-10 08:11 pm
fuckitall) wrote in thecapitol2014-11-10 08:11 pm
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A couple of farm boys
Who| Nick, Luke and youuuu
What| A couple of farm boys singing and playing guitar~Bringing them drinks is fine too
Where| On the rooftop of the Training Center
When| After the mini arena
Warnings/Notes| Brackets or prose - we'll match you! c:
(For Luke)
[After the "slumber party", Nick feels anything but well-rested. To his and Luke's relief, Clementine and Beth made it out alive but the same cannot be said for some of the others. They'd all come back to life anyway - only to probably have to do it all over again. Even knowing and believing that doesn't make it any easier to swallow. His life, here and back at home, seems to be a spiraling cycle of hell.
He arrives at the rooftop of the Training Center, a place that's becoming his go to spot to sit and think. Today he comes with a guitar he just bought from one of the Capitol shops. It was an impulsive purchase that he would never make back when home was normal, but why the hell not? It's been a long time since he had held a guitar, let alone played one, but he remembers the last time he did.
He sits down and turns the holo on to ping Luke to meet him on the roof of the TC. He doesn't elaborate any more than that, mostly because he doesn't trust the device given to them. The folks running this business are smart enough to track every conversation that's for sure.
Nick holds the guitar, getting the feel of it back in him again as he strikes a few chords with the pick before daring to play a song. Familiar notes from way back when become real and present again as he plays through the introduction, humming the lyrics to himself because his confidence in singing is significantly less than his guitar playing.
It doesn't take long for the waves of nostalgia wash over him though. Once he reaches the chorus, he can't help himself - and to his surprise, it becomes easier after the first line.]
Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm tired of this town again
(Everyone else + Luke and Nick)
They sit by the roof’s edge, passing the guitar between each other, time slipping away as memories of bygone days wash over them both. A sweet sort of pain. Lightly calloused fingers find the strings, remember them long before the words to the songs they’re plucking out come to them. And every now and again Luke surfaces from his thoughts long enough to glance over his shoulder to see who has come to join them, the look in his eyes gentle and unguarded. More than it ought to be, maybe. But this is the closest thing to relaxed, to happy he has felt in so long, in longer than he can begin to remember clearly, and not even the irony of knowing where he has found himself now can take this moment away from him.
His gaze follow Luke's to land on the other person and he wonders if they had heard him singing earlier. But for once he doesn't let his mind think about the what ifs. For the first time in a while, he feels good (as good as one can get, given the circumstances), making it easy for him to just concentrate on the present moment. There's still a slight melancholic mood over it, but definitely not tense like what they're used to. He's glad to see Luke relaxing to this especially after what they've both been through back at home. It's a reprieve they all needed.
What| A couple of farm boys singing and playing guitar~
Where| On the rooftop of the Training Center
When| After the mini arena
Warnings/Notes| Brackets or prose - we'll match you! c:
(For Luke)
[After the "slumber party", Nick feels anything but well-rested. To his and Luke's relief, Clementine and Beth made it out alive but the same cannot be said for some of the others. They'd all come back to life anyway - only to probably have to do it all over again. Even knowing and believing that doesn't make it any easier to swallow. His life, here and back at home, seems to be a spiraling cycle of hell.
He arrives at the rooftop of the Training Center, a place that's becoming his go to spot to sit and think. Today he comes with a guitar he just bought from one of the Capitol shops. It was an impulsive purchase that he would never make back when home was normal, but why the hell not? It's been a long time since he had held a guitar, let alone played one, but he remembers the last time he did.
He sits down and turns the holo on to ping Luke to meet him on the roof of the TC. He doesn't elaborate any more than that, mostly because he doesn't trust the device given to them. The folks running this business are smart enough to track every conversation that's for sure.
Nick holds the guitar, getting the feel of it back in him again as he strikes a few chords with the pick before daring to play a song. Familiar notes from way back when become real and present again as he plays through the introduction, humming the lyrics to himself because his confidence in singing is significantly less than his guitar playing.
It doesn't take long for the waves of nostalgia wash over him though. Once he reaches the chorus, he can't help himself - and to his surprise, it becomes easier after the first line.]
Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm tired of this town again
(Everyone else + Luke and Nick)
They sit by the roof’s edge, passing the guitar between each other, time slipping away as memories of bygone days wash over them both. A sweet sort of pain. Lightly calloused fingers find the strings, remember them long before the words to the songs they’re plucking out come to them. And every now and again Luke surfaces from his thoughts long enough to glance over his shoulder to see who has come to join them, the look in his eyes gentle and unguarded. More than it ought to be, maybe. But this is the closest thing to relaxed, to happy he has felt in so long, in longer than he can begin to remember clearly, and not even the irony of knowing where he has found himself now can take this moment away from him.
His gaze follow Luke's to land on the other person and he wonders if they had heard him singing earlier. But for once he doesn't let his mind think about the what ifs. For the first time in a while, he feels good (as good as one can get, given the circumstances), making it easy for him to just concentrate on the present moment. There's still a slight melancholic mood over it, but definitely not tense like what they're used to. He's glad to see Luke relaxing to this especially after what they've both been through back at home. It's a reprieve they all needed.
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^LUKE WILL REMEMBER THAT
He's mostly joking, mostly because Luke really likes Tom Petty. He cracks his neck a bit before plucking at the guitar to decide what cooler song he could play.
"I know plenty," he answers once Luke's out of earshot. Plenty is stretching it a bit. As much as he'd like to perform In the Middle by Jimmy Eat World, it's one of many songs he never learned the tabs of. He doesn't know Clementine's preferences with music and it doesn't take much to get him thinking about how little she probably knows about bands given her age. That thought puts him off a little, and he pauses from strumming the guitar idly while in thought. He isn't one to always think up ideas or even when he does, there are better ones already put out there. It's different now though and he doesn't see the harm in asking.
"Hey, what'd you say I uh, teach you how to play? You know, so you can learn somethin' that doesn't involve survival for once." He looks away when he makes that last sarcastic remark, feeling what little confidence he had to make the suggestion in the first place beginning to waver already.
haha!
Clementine has no idea how idea how deep of a hole she may have just dug for herself when Luke gets back. It's not her fault her musical education had been lacking so far, when you're eight you don't really think much about who makes the music, just that it's there. She never thought about how there were actual writers and musicians behind the songs the characters sung in Disney movies, for example.
Then of course the dead rose and any music went out of the window for a good long while.
Nick's offer to teach her to play makes the girl perk up immediately. "Could I?" she doesn't respond to the sarcasm, too eager by the offer to learn the guitar. "I'd like that."
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He goes back to thinking about a song but figures that it's best to show her the basics first. He feels a little nervous now though, as if this is a test for Nick to show how much he really knows and he barely taught himself with points from Luke here and there. Clementine strikes him as a fast learner and he wouldn't be surprised that given enough practice she'd be better than him. "Here," he holds it out for her to take, along with the pick. "Get the feel of it first."
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Clementine reaches for the guitar eagerly and honestly, she almost fumbles it at first due to the fact this guitar is made for an adult, not a below average height eleven year-old girl. She doesn't drop it though, instead she gets the guitar situated across her lap, trying to imitate the way she's seen Nick hold it. "I thought you used your fingers to play."
She's talking about the pick, looking at it curiously.
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He feels the corner of his lips tug as Clem settles with the guitar. It looks comically large on her so he mentions that they ought to get her something smaller next time. There’ll be a next time.
“Er, yeah. You could. I just don’t got nails so the sounds don’t come out right without me usin’ one.” He looks at the hand holding the pick, its nails bitten down to mere stubs. It’s a difficult habit to kill and Nick casually shrugs it off, “It’s up to you.”
It’s all up to personal preference in his opinion.
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Maybe they'll let her spend her own money soon to buy herself one.
"No, it's okay. I just didn't know." she holds the pick and experimentally strums the strings, smiling at the sound they make. "How long have you been playing?"