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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.
both of your icons are the best
Gary's improvised lyrics catches Nick off-guard but he continues playing true the song nonetheless, messing up every now and then from laughing at the words. He gives this kid points for possessing a level of creativity Nick hasn't achieved himself.
"Well fuck, there goes all the pep I know." That he's willing to play while still sober anyway. He hasn't quite reached the drunk level of singing Opposite's Attract by Paula Abdul just yet. "One of you guys play. I need another beer after that one."
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"Hey, since your hands are full." Gary holds out his hands to accept the guitar instead. He has no idea how to play. Clayton used to play, though, and it didn't look so hard. Surely a guy with natural musical talent such as himself can figure it out.
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The floor's all Gary's and Luke is a willing, easygoing audience (once he's all coughed out). It feels nice to sink back into his seat and rest guiltlessly -- or as as much as he could allow himself. Planning could wait. For just a little while, at least. And maybe, for one brief, shining moment, he can even pretend that all is right with the world.