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Jack
Location: the party
Interacting with: Jack
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Jack smiled to himself, chuckling as he leaned back a little, easily transitioning the track he had been playing to letting it run through someone else’s work. He wasn’t going to spend the entire night making music to match his sounds, he needed a break and he wanted to see the next move made by his companion across the dancefloor. Knife Party’s ‘Bonfire’ came on over the speakers, and Jack settled himself to add a few and breaks on queues without really even thinking about it. Her opening line made him grin, his mind almost teasing himself with the cheesy line of
”She thinks I’m pretty! which brought him to another chuckle, which was broken by his sleight of hand that deposited another sunflower seed in his mouth. As she started singing Twenty One Pilots, Jack let out a slight sigh, the game was playing out, it seemed she had no desire to see him, and she was just running through other people’s work. His smile fell a little and he offered half amusement in his face as he lost his interest slightly.
That didn’t last.
As her new song started, Jack just went wide eyed, and froze. The words were strange, new and totally alien too him. He didn’t have enough time to try and formulate any sort of track to match it. He just let it flow around the EDM. Reaching up, he dragged his fingers through his hair, pulling back on his scalp as he blinked a few times. Where the hell was Jack supposed to go next? If the answer was there, he couldn’t see it. Gently he started tapping his foot, fast and rhythmic, it set off at the same pace as his heart. He needed something, something new, something she wasn't expecting or waiting for.
Sophie laughed with delight as she seemed to thoroughly stump the DJ. She had a mocking look in her eyes and smile that said,
"What's wrong, little prince?" She wasn't about to stop with that strange language of hers.
"Tá tú a twists focail agus labhraíonn tomhaiseanna, anois tuigeann tú ar deireadh cad tá mé. Ghlaonn tú dom éan amhrán, chol beag. Ach anois tuigeann tú go bhfuil an méid serenade tú aingeal an bháis. Tá tú a quake i terror, feicim an eagla i do chuid súl, tá tú uan beag bocht. Na wolves tagtha ar do shon agus tá siad réidh a bite, tá na wolves a thagann chun tú, tá sé in am a rith!" Sophie sang, her voice echoed across the beach and struck a deeper fear into the DJ. She disappeared into the dark of night once more as the terror and confusion settled in, yet she didn't stray far, just out of sight, as her curiosity for how he might react held a firm grip on her. To those who spoke her language, these were her words:
"You who twists words and speaks riddles, now you finally realize what I am. You call me a song bird, a little dove. But now you realize that what you serenade is a angel of death. You who quake in terror, I see the fear in your eyes, you poor little lamb. The wolves have come for you and they're ready to bite, the wolves have come for you, it's time to run! "Jack hated that look. Hated the mockery, the way it dragged him in then made him feel small. She was playing, but it was a game he couldn't hope to match, and it tugged at his gut in a nausiating fashion. He refused to give in, he wasn't the type, and he wouldn't give the satisfaction of a surrender. Then again, she was winning fair and square. No. Jack could do something. Then it came to him, don't just change the game. Change the whole sport.
Jack turned the music off.
A deft flick of the wrist cancelled the track that was playing and he carefully made sure the speakers hummed into silence nicely, so as to avoid the feedback screech that often plagued larger rigs. In moments, the buzz of people became as deafening as the music might have been only a few seconds before. Not that it mattered, a fight had broken out amonsgt the party goers to one side, causing people's focus to totally be away from the music. Jack didn't mind this, it wasn't a crowd he enjoyed playing for, just the audiance of one had kept him from drowning in boredom. Smirking, Jack unplugged his laptop, checking it over once -and happy with the results, he stepped away from the plinth, loading up a recording program as he walked. Down and across the sand, his feet crunched over and over, with every moment passing he approached Sophie (Though he was not to know her name). Finally standing in front of her, he smiled oh so sweetly, lifting one headphone up to his ear, leaving his other free, he played on the keyboard for a moment. And then finally nodded at her.
"Sing, little blackbird, spin me a tale. Then you'll see my next move." He raised his right brow inquisitively, his face asking her to sing, as well as his words.
Suddenly, the music had stopped. Curiously, the DJ had approached her with his laptop in hand. She then caught a quick glimpse of what was on said laptop and it instantly confirmed a creeping a suspicion that lurked in her mind. Whatever she was going sing was going to be recorded and remixed; he was going to try to use her own against her. She smiled back just as sweetly, almost to where it was irritating to look at.
"So that's your move, hm? You're gonna use my own voice against me by remixing everything I say? Now why would I let you do that, pretty boy?" An idea then struck her, he wanted a remix, so she was going to give him what he wanted. After all, it takes two to make a relationship work.
"You want to use my voice? Go ahead and take it. I'm curious to see if your talent is more than just a few pretty words." She replied, still wearing that irritatingly sweet smile of hers. She took a deep breath then sang a wordless chorus, like something you might hear from a church choir. Her voice was ghostly, beautiful, sent chills down the spine, hair to stand on end, and goosebumps to form. It was the very definition of pure and clean, something that could easily be tainted and ruined by remixing or misused with the wrong sound tracks.
When concluding her little wordless "serenade", she gave the DJ a little look of curiosity as to what he had come up with.
Jack was grinning even wide from the moment she mentioned his turn, and that he was pretty, and he didn't even need to respond to get her next move. It was the voice he knew, but now words he could listen too. Washing over him the same way as the waves might, he existed in the song, rather than listened to what it said. Through it all there was that smile, and Jack found it became more and more endearing with each second. The agressive challange was replaced with the questions merely asking for a game, some fun and teasing. As the song ended, Jack considered the gauntlet, it was certainly different to the one her alien language had posed, yet it held difficulties in it's own sense.
The voice could not be the focal point, it was too wishy washy, it didn't hold the attention as it needed to. No, he had other ideas. Checking the recording was safe, he closed the laptop and turned, looking over his shoulder.
"Did I not mention? The next part of the game means you need to join me? I can hardly work without a table." He winked, coyly, as he held out an arm invitingly. He was not afraid of refusal, not because he was so confident of his own ability, rather it just did not daunt him. However, what he would certainly have wanted far more was for her to take his arm and follow him, even if only for a moment.
"Me? What are you -?" Sophie started but then was cut off by the rumbling of her phone in her pocket. It was her mom and she was here to pick her up. She sighed, looking up from her phone, at the DJ.
"Sorry but... maybe another time then, eh pretty boy?" Her voice sounded almost disappointed.
She took a step towards him and offered him a playful smile, then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and gently pulled him close , then teased him a bit by staring into his eyes for a second, her eyes were a striking electric blue. Finally, she gave him a soft, quick kiss on the cheek. To her, the kiss didn't mean much, just a simple thank you for the good time. It may have been considered a rather bold move if she had thought much of it. She backed up a few steps.
"See you around, bad little boy." She smiled and laughed softly as she backed away into the dark of night.
She made her way up the path to her mother waiting for her in the car. "Did you have a good time, sweetie?" Her mother asked as Sophie sat down in the passenger seat.
Sophie grinned slightly.
"Yeah, sure... it was certainly interesting."And whilst Sophie told her mother absolutely nothing, Jack was left grinning at the party. He hadn't expected such boldness, the way she had grabbed his collar left him somewhat dazed -in a good way- whilst his fingers mechanically went through tracks. He wasn't thinking of impressing now, merely finishing the job and getting home. He had a little to think on, and a lot to plan. The kiss had been sweet, Jack was proud to say he had not blushed, at least jot with her present. What mattered was she went to his school, he would see her around, the year had started so very well indeed.
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