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I'd be interested. If you liked the series you should check out the comics. :^)
Celebrity Skin - Hole
Seul Ce Soir - Django Reinhardt
King of Swords (Reversed) - The Dear Hunter
How To Disappear Completely - Radiohead
200% - Akdong Musician
Downstairs - Jonny Greenwood
House Of Glass - Cage The Elephant
Snap Out Of It - Arctic Monkeys
Where Did The Party Go - Fall Out Boy
Pleader - alt-J
Seul Ce Soir - Django Reinhardt
King of Swords (Reversed) - The Dear Hunter
How To Disappear Completely - Radiohead
200% - Akdong Musician
Downstairs - Jonny Greenwood
House Of Glass - Cage The Elephant
Snap Out Of It - Arctic Monkeys
Where Did The Party Go - Fall Out Boy
Pleader - alt-J
INTERACTIONS
〘 Julius Gardener, Venus Alexander, Sasha Mikhailovna, Lou Liu 〙
“Oh my God, you’re really eating it.” He murmurs, equal parts appalled and fascinated as Julius wolfs down half the anchovy-feta-mushroom abomination, seemingly without chewing. Ziggy would never dream of putting something like that in his mouth; not even when the munchies came a-knockin’, but how did the saying go again? Different strokes for different folks? Sometimes, you just had to accept that different people had their own, particular tastes and respect them, even if said tastes included a fondness for disgusting pizza.
Like a starving soldier caught in the trenches, Ziggy begins to take count of their “supplies”—a tray of pot brownies, a half-opened bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, and a pizza from Carmelo’s that he sure as hell wasn’t going to touch. Turning slowly to Venus, he shoots her a look that can best be described as crestfallen, with all the drama and theatrics typically associated with such a word. “Rations are low. Looks like we’re gonna have to starve till reinforcement arrives.”
He spends the next few minutes just listening in, following each separate thread of conversation as well as he’s able to. Vaguely, he registers yet another addition to their party soon after. The girl seemed to know Venus, and Ziggy greets her with a nod. Right now, however, he’s more concerned with finding a better position on the couch. As he twists this way and that trying to make himself comfortable, he ends up nearly supine against the cushions, nearly falling asleep before a new voice jolts him upright once again.
“Fuck, dude. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” Ziggy chides, laughing a little to show that it was all in good humor. When he smooths a hand over the left side of his chest, he feels the telltale badump-badump of a heartbeat against his ribs. Well, the ol’ ticker’s still working, at least. Still, he had to admit that the new guy’s very loud and very sudden exclamation had made his heart skip a beat, maybe even two. Weed always did make him a little jumpy.
And then, before Ziggy is even able to react, the new guy has already devoured half a brownie, with the remaining half disappearing just as quickly. He blinks, a little stunned by the chocolate-stained grin that greets him next.
“I thought you said you didn’t like it.” He points out, raising a quizzical eyebrow. “I slaved over a hot oven for this, you know.”
If he was anyone else, or any less stoned than he was, Ziggy would’ve probably been offended by Lou’s blunt criticism of his culinary prowess. But right now, everything felt light and fuzzy like a cloud, which he took as a sign that the brownie was working; and there really wasn’t any use in fretting over something so inconsequential, was there? Besides, he’s always been sort of a pacifist, and the last thing he wanted was to start a fight with someone he just met.
“Ah, who am I kidding? These taste like ass.” Ziggy concedes, then giggles, actually giggles like a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl. Thankfully, he’s in too good a mood to pay it much mind, though he suddenly finds himself overwhelmed by the urge to say something about Lou’s chocolate-smeared grin. Not dissimilar to a fish out of water, Ziggy opens and closes his mouth a few times before curling his lip and pointing to his own teeth.
“I, uh, think you’ve got something in your teeth there, buddy.”
Like a starving soldier caught in the trenches, Ziggy begins to take count of their “supplies”—a tray of pot brownies, a half-opened bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, and a pizza from Carmelo’s that he sure as hell wasn’t going to touch. Turning slowly to Venus, he shoots her a look that can best be described as crestfallen, with all the drama and theatrics typically associated with such a word. “Rations are low. Looks like we’re gonna have to starve till reinforcement arrives.”
He spends the next few minutes just listening in, following each separate thread of conversation as well as he’s able to. Vaguely, he registers yet another addition to their party soon after. The girl seemed to know Venus, and Ziggy greets her with a nod. Right now, however, he’s more concerned with finding a better position on the couch. As he twists this way and that trying to make himself comfortable, he ends up nearly supine against the cushions, nearly falling asleep before a new voice jolts him upright once again.
“Fuck, dude. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” Ziggy chides, laughing a little to show that it was all in good humor. When he smooths a hand over the left side of his chest, he feels the telltale badump-badump of a heartbeat against his ribs. Well, the ol’ ticker’s still working, at least. Still, he had to admit that the new guy’s very loud and very sudden exclamation had made his heart skip a beat, maybe even two. Weed always did make him a little jumpy.
And then, before Ziggy is even able to react, the new guy has already devoured half a brownie, with the remaining half disappearing just as quickly. He blinks, a little stunned by the chocolate-stained grin that greets him next.
“I thought you said you didn’t like it.” He points out, raising a quizzical eyebrow. “I slaved over a hot oven for this, you know.”
If he was anyone else, or any less stoned than he was, Ziggy would’ve probably been offended by Lou’s blunt criticism of his culinary prowess. But right now, everything felt light and fuzzy like a cloud, which he took as a sign that the brownie was working; and there really wasn’t any use in fretting over something so inconsequential, was there? Besides, he’s always been sort of a pacifist, and the last thing he wanted was to start a fight with someone he just met.
“Ah, who am I kidding? These taste like ass.” Ziggy concedes, then giggles, actually giggles like a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl. Thankfully, he’s in too good a mood to pay it much mind, though he suddenly finds himself overwhelmed by the urge to say something about Lou’s chocolate-smeared grin. Not dissimilar to a fish out of water, Ziggy opens and closes his mouth a few times before curling his lip and pointing to his own teeth.
“I, uh, think you’ve got something in your teeth there, buddy.”
Interested. I'll come up with a character sometime this week. =V=
INTERACTIONS
〘 Lilly Forrester, Venus Alexander, Ylva Ulven 〙
When Lilly passes by where they were sat – presumably to make sure that nobody at the party was getting too crazy – Ziggy shoots her a joking, two-fingered salute. And then, she’s off again. As he watches her swiftly retreating form, he can’t help but feel a slight pang of worry well up within him. She seemed agitated, somehow. Was something wrong? Apart from Julius blowing up in her face earlier, anyway. Or maybe it was something serious.
…Eh, he was probably thinking too much into it. Lilly was the floor manager, she had important things to do. Besides, nothing important ever happened here. It was more likely that someone had set off the sprinklers trying to hotbox their dorm room than a matter of life and death.
After Lilly disappears behind the crowd, Ziggy turns his attention back to the present. Venus’ answer to his question elicits from him a response of incredulity, eyes widening in pleasant surprise. Even though he was more of a writer, he understood the importance of camerawork, and meeting someone with a different point of view was always a treat. This time, he remembers to swallow the crunchy, ranch-flavored mess of Doritos in his mouth before even attempting to speak again. “I’m in screenwriting, maybe we’ll end up on a project together someday.”
Then, he turns to see someone new. It was a girl. Her long, flowing hair was the color of fire—or maybe copper would be a more fitting description. People didn’t have hair that looked like fire, that was ridiculous. Either way, Ziggy figured he should probably say something before the newcomer thought he was dumb, mute, or both.
“H-”
Right as he speaks up, Venus does the same, so he cuts himself off, leaning back in his seat, and gives the redhead a little wave in greeting.
“Yeah, no, they’re more of a—” Ziggy makes a vague waving motion with his hand. He isn’t quite sure what he means by it.
Nodding to a stack of folding chairs propped up against the wall, he says, “Hey, why don’t you pull a chair over? You kind of look like you’re about to pass out.”
Admittedly, he’s a little concerned by the girl’s complexion, but that same concern is quickly drowned out by the growing heaviness in his limbs. Ziggy blinks once, twice, then scrubs a hand over his face, lets out a quiet huff of laughter. He could feel the music thrumming through his bones, and beneath the soles of his sneakers. Like a heartbeat, he thinks.
Ziggy briefly contemplates cracking open another beer, though decides against it in the end. There’s plenty of time for him to get drunk later. But for now, he’s content to just… sit here. He had decent company, piles of junk food, and a high that was slowly but surely making everything in the world feel just a little bit better.
A moment later, he blinks again, as if he’s suddenly reminded of the new girl’s presence. Oh, right; he still had to make his introductions. Letting out a throat-clearing cough into the collar of his hoodie, Ziggy begins to recite the whole nice-to-meet-you spiel for the third time tonight.
“I’m Ziggy. It’s a pleasure to, uh… sorry, what was your name again?”
…Eh, he was probably thinking too much into it. Lilly was the floor manager, she had important things to do. Besides, nothing important ever happened here. It was more likely that someone had set off the sprinklers trying to hotbox their dorm room than a matter of life and death.
After Lilly disappears behind the crowd, Ziggy turns his attention back to the present. Venus’ answer to his question elicits from him a response of incredulity, eyes widening in pleasant surprise. Even though he was more of a writer, he understood the importance of camerawork, and meeting someone with a different point of view was always a treat. This time, he remembers to swallow the crunchy, ranch-flavored mess of Doritos in his mouth before even attempting to speak again. “I’m in screenwriting, maybe we’ll end up on a project together someday.”
Then, he turns to see someone new. It was a girl. Her long, flowing hair was the color of fire—or maybe copper would be a more fitting description. People didn’t have hair that looked like fire, that was ridiculous. Either way, Ziggy figured he should probably say something before the newcomer thought he was dumb, mute, or both.
“H-”
Right as he speaks up, Venus does the same, so he cuts himself off, leaning back in his seat, and gives the redhead a little wave in greeting.
“Yeah, no, they’re more of a—” Ziggy makes a vague waving motion with his hand. He isn’t quite sure what he means by it.
Nodding to a stack of folding chairs propped up against the wall, he says, “Hey, why don’t you pull a chair over? You kind of look like you’re about to pass out.”
Admittedly, he’s a little concerned by the girl’s complexion, but that same concern is quickly drowned out by the growing heaviness in his limbs. Ziggy blinks once, twice, then scrubs a hand over his face, lets out a quiet huff of laughter. He could feel the music thrumming through his bones, and beneath the soles of his sneakers. Like a heartbeat, he thinks.
Ziggy briefly contemplates cracking open another beer, though decides against it in the end. There’s plenty of time for him to get drunk later. But for now, he’s content to just… sit here. He had decent company, piles of junk food, and a high that was slowly but surely making everything in the world feel just a little bit better.
A moment later, he blinks again, as if he’s suddenly reminded of the new girl’s presence. Oh, right; he still had to make his introductions. Letting out a throat-clearing cough into the collar of his hoodie, Ziggy begins to recite the whole nice-to-meet-you spiel for the third time tonight.
“I’m Ziggy. It’s a pleasure to, uh… sorry, what was your name again?”
Spectre - Radiohead
Color My World Mine - Eyedea & Abilities
White Ferrari - Frank Ocean
X - Poppy
Out Of Body - Gorillaz (feat. Kilo Kish, Zebra Katz, Imani Vonshà)
Vide Noir - Lord Huron
Boy Division - My Chemical Romance
Odd Look - Kavinsky, The Weeknd
Sinister Kid - The Black Keys
(Joe Gets Kicked Out of School for Using) Drugs With Friends (But Says This Isn't a Problem) - Car Seat Headrest
Color My World Mine - Eyedea & Abilities
White Ferrari - Frank Ocean
X - Poppy
Out Of Body - Gorillaz (feat. Kilo Kish, Zebra Katz, Imani Vonshà)
Vide Noir - Lord Huron
Boy Division - My Chemical Romance
Odd Look - Kavinsky, The Weeknd
Sinister Kid - The Black Keys
(Joe Gets Kicked Out of School for Using) Drugs With Friends (But Says This Isn't a Problem) - Car Seat Headrest
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