Jam || Samantha

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

[style=width: 416px;background-color: #b1b198; color: #989884; font-family: arial black; font-size: 9px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; padding-top: 3px; letter-spacing: 4px; margin-bottom: -1px;]I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO[/style][style=width: 416px;background-color: #b1b198; color: #d4d4b4; text-shadow: #814a4a 1px 1px 0px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 15px; text-align: right; font-weight: bolder; text-indent: 2em; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-bottom: -3px;]can't you see i'm no one's angel[/style]

[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 3px solid #b1b198; border-right: 3px solid #b1b198;][bg=7b3636][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:3px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/f2ot8n.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]   [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/f2ot8n.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]  [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/f2ot8n.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style] [style=margin-right; 19px; margin-top: -360px; height: 375px; margin-left: 115px; margin-bottom: -5px; overflow:auto; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #e1dbc2; padding-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 19px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 10px;] The leisure centre had always been a perfect venue for jamming. There were big halls for the reverb of the music, or the smaller rooms for privacy and song writing. Marvin was never in his own small apartment in the Safe Lands. He was often out zombie slaying, hanging out with friends of busking somewhere. Rarely was he home, not unless he was sleeping. Today it was time to jam. Marvin had invited his friend Payton over for a fun music session. The young man was relishing the fact he had found someone to collaborate with. He had no come across many musicians in his time in the Safe Lands. Payton was different, however. Marvin got on well with her which was surprising given he got on with few people. The girl was pleasant enough and had heaps of talent. They could do more than just talk, play cards or goof around like Marvin did with most of his friends. Even better, she was a looker. Of course Marvin fancied the young brunette. Marvin's rate of success in pursuing women was very dismal. He had a habit of jumping in too quick and that was often dangerous, to his ego (and sometimes his balls). However this time, he had to adopt the painful method of patience. One befriend the girl, two jam with her, and then three, go in for the kill. Marvin had chosen a smaller room to jam in. The main sports hall was being used by a group of survivors who were possibly practicing fighting skills from what he had seen. The room he had chosen looked like an old office, with the odd chair, a large desk and filing cabinets. It was smaller than his usual choice, but still spacious enough to be comfortable. The young man was atop the desk, not in the chair as that was not rebellious for him, one leg propped up and other swinging to the beat of his own music. The shoelaces on his swinging shoe were loose, almost undone though he was far from caring. The hat was off, but it rested beside him, within his own reach. Fingertips made a gentle squeaking sound as he slid then along the strings. The door was left open. Marvin trusted that Payton would follow the loud strums of his guitar to find where he was. [/style]

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[wes]

Sometimes people called her Manny or Mantha if they knew her real name, today was one of those days. Left and right, someone would be shouting her name to have her assist them. She'd hear someone shout and have to pound on his chest as if he was a punching bag. She'd be breaking a sweat and on the verge of crying, she'd let out a sigh and remember she saved a life when they breathed again. When they reached conscious and she would feel better. After all that chaotic shit happened, Payton remembered at the last second about her and Marvin's rendezvous to practice their small forming band.

For her, an acoustic guitar was slung over her neck and she approached the "leisure center" in a hurry. Afraid she was running late, she practically sprinted about and stopped in front of a room when she heard a guitar being played. She pushed the door open and saw her friend Marvy propped up onto an office desk jamming out. She grinned, "Playing without me, I see."

Her calloused fingers held the strings and played the beginning of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana, although it didn't sound exactly like it there was some resemblance. She rocked her head back and forth and pranced about, despite looking ridiculous she found herself having fun. A giggle escaped her as she smiled, realizing how stupid she must have looked in front of him. Payton paused her music and intruded in their fun, "What should we play?" She asked softly as she sat ontop of the desk.

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

[style=width: 416px;background-color: #b1b198; color: #989884; font-family: arial black; font-size: 9px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; padding-top: 3px; letter-spacing: 4px; margin-bottom: -1px;]I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO[/style][style=width: 416px;background-color: #b1b198; color: #d4d4b4; text-shadow: #814a4a 1px 1px 0px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 15px; text-align: right; font-weight: bolder; text-indent: 2em; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-bottom: -3px;]can't you see i'm no one's angel[/style]

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"How have you been Lil' Pay?" The name was ridiculous and stupid but it didn't stop her from laughing, "Great as usual, you?" She looked up at him, big brown eyes scanning his face for anything out of the ordinary. "You seem bouncin' today," Lips pursed up and eyes squinted a little, "No need to be a grouch, if you aren't digging my style then just say so!" She hunched her back over and made a silly face before going back to smiling normally. "How much caffeine have you had before you got here?"

"I haven't had any caffeine today, silly!" Payton responded with a chuckle, eyes lighting up to his comments. Seeing her best friend, her best bro, would always cheer her up and make her giddy. Nobody usually made her this giddy, not even the guys back at home that she'd hang around and get to home base with. Not even those would get her this giddy. "I'm in the mood for some bluesy stuff. Or...we can start composing our own stuff," Her head lightly went side to side, as she let the thought sink in.

"Or combine the two. Let's make something bluesy." Pay suggested, grinning a toothy grin. Leaning back a little before pulling herself forward, hunching over the guitar that sat on her lap. Fingers strumming a few notes as she made up a bunch of shit that didn't relate to the sad tune, "I ate an icecream for the first time today, it tasted of sugar and a little bit of pain. I ate an icecream for the first time today, no where near the zombies that sang ba-dum-dum-bang.

[/i]" She sang softly, stopping mid-way.

"Okay what should we write this bluesy song about? Cause it can't be about someone eating icecream in the middle of the apocalypse."

Guitar was laid down over the desk as she searched around for some paper and a pen, "We should probably compose the lyrics or the tune or both or.." Voice running off as she ran about, searching through everything that was in the room. "Something."

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[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

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[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 3px solid #b1b198; border-right: 3px solid #b1b198;][bg=7b3636][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:3px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/f2ot8n.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]   [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/f2ot8n.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]  [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/f2ot8n.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style] [style=margin-right; 19px; margin-top: -360px; height: 375px; margin-left: 115px; margin-bottom: -5px; overflow:auto; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #e1dbc2; padding-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 19px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 10px;] Marvin had a number of nicknames for his female friend, but 'Lil Pay' appeared to be a favourite today. It just sprung from him with little or no thought. Maybe he had to be more creative. Dark eyes creased at the edges as he smiled. "Not bad." Marvin replied to her returned question. The young musician then grinned broadly. "I totally dig your style. You know me. If I had a problem I'd tell you," he informed Payton. Marvin was like that. It was in his nature to let people know if he didn't like them, both through subtle and loud, verbal hints. Payton was too cute to be disliked by Marvin. Momentarily his hands shot up in the air, his guitar somehow maintaining a feeble balance on his knee. "Sorry! You're just most upbeat person I know. Not that that is a bad thing," he spoke, lips curling into a smile. A dark eyebrow made a smooth arch as she began singing some random lyrics. Head made a gentle tilt to one side as she crooned away. When she stopped, he laughed loudly, rocking backwards a little. "Now that is an awesome tune," he complimented her with a point of his finger, his laughter still colouring his voice as he spoke. "What is it about? Brain freeze?" Marvin's giggles had disappeared, but he was still grinning hard. Gaze dropped to look at his own guitar, and he began mirroring the tune she had just played. It was not the same tune, but similar. He took note of what Payton said about the theme of their tune. He dragged his gaze back up to her, taking in her features. "Yeah, in all seriousness...." he muted his strings. "How do you feel about love songs or ballads? Nothing overly mushy gushy though. That's just gross." Marvin said. He enjoyed writing or playing the odd love song, but only ones that had meaning or some kind of angst to them. Marvin didn't dig the 'Celine Dion-esque' mushiness. The young man averted his attention from his guitar to Payton. It was fully on her as she rummaged around, for what, Marvin did not know. "What you looking for?" he chimed in. He took a moment or two to check the girl out, from the shoes on her feet to taking in her stature and posture, right up to her pretty face. "Well I am a composer of music first kind of guy. Then I fit the lyrics in. I work better that way. Which way do you usually work?" He was not sure. Marvin was not paying much attention to their conversation,. He was too busy ogling at Payton. [/style]

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[wes]

"Now that is an awesome tune," She giggled, "No it's not, shut up." She playfully smacked his arm and went back to her original place, grinning like an idiot. Although modest, it was true she knew it wasn't her best and it made the song sound...vintage to her. Pay found herself still giggling but softly as the tune was played again, unable to stop. "Yeah, in all seriousness...." The tune stopped and she found herself calmed but still giggly. "How do you feel about love songs or ballads? Nothing overly mushy gushy though. That's just gross." The two were like primary school boys, ew coochies! Ew love! Ew girls! Ew ew ew ew!

Her eyes lit up, a ballad - a word she hadn't heard in a long time. Too long of a time, actually. "That sounds great! Not the gooey mushy mush part though, but we could make it a poetic kinda thing not exactly touching base literally on love." She smiled, eyes squinting a little from how big of a smile it was. Tagging along back to the desk where he sat ontop of alongside her guitar. "Well I am a composer of music first kind of guy. Then I fit the lyrics in. I work better that way. Which way do you usually work?"

That's when it hit her, she never exactly composed music or wrote it. She'd always just make random tunes and fit some lyrics into them but never systematic like he. Or do a cover of a song and make the lyrics something of her own work whilst using the tune. "I-uh, any way is fine. I don't work a certain way." She faked a giggle that was an obviously forced one as she looked down back at her guitar. "What should the tune start off as?" She fingered random notes slowly as she awaited for his reply and thought about how to answer it herself.

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

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"Poetic stuff is good. I'm not most creative with lyrics, but I like composing things with a poetic feel to them," She nodded, informing Marv with facial expressions that she agreed with him. Poetic stuff, eh? She thought to herself with a wide smile that followed with the giggles and all she had. "Ah, okay," Pay heard him say, she was a bit lost in herself for a few seconds following him saying that. "E minor?"

Payton followed her fingers on where his was on his own guitar, she was never one for specific notes. Typically going by sound and the rest flowing through her mind as it made itself up, "I've always thought that E minor grabs people's attention at the beginning. There is something so serious sounding about it." She nodded once more. "It always grabs my attention, that's for sure." A chuckle followed, eyes glued to the guitar in her hand.

"But yeah, attention grabbing. I'm all for it. Once I see or hear something beautiful I never give up on it," A grin came onto her face as she agreed with him once more but found herself looking deeper into it. She felt her face heat up and herself blushing to the comment, "Yeah...me too. Heh." Payton looked up and found herself joining the gaze that Marvin had on her, unsure of how to react. Of course, she'd thought about Marvin merely as a friend it wouldn't hurt to try it out again.

Try what she had with Tyler prior to everything falling apart, but if she did, would she be broken again? Left for Joey to pick up the pieces that littered the floor, her sociopath brother who saw her as a one-time soft spot. He had looked like he loved her, he even proposed to her!

Made her think that facade was going so strong then when she was excited, happy again, he dropped her in the air. Intending to have her kill herself only to have Joey to save her, he didn't seem so happy to save her again this time if Marvin decided to drop her. Would he drop her? He'd stuck around long but not as long as Tyler did, he seemed so loyal.

"I...I don't know about us. What is this?" Pay started, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt a crying spell coming up and unsure of how to react again. Was he trying to get a one night stand and leave her for dead or was he going to be her fucking friend? "I-I-I'm not sure a-about this.." Stutter coming on as she felt her teeth grind against one another in panic. "I should probably go, got to go do medicine things, ya know?" Gaze broke as she got up with her guitar and went for the door instantly.

Would he leave her if they even tried for this?

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

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When she started to go, she could hear him. "Not sure about what?" A sigh escaped her, she wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him all about everything, everything that went on before this friendship and just everything in general. She wasn't sure how, but "W-what - what did I say?" He heard him, she bit her lip and eyes shot to the floor with tears in her eyes as she stopped. "Pay?!" She stared at the door, unsure if she should touch the knob and run off. Ruining their friendship and possibly the hope for something more, something that was mutual she saw.

Footsteps from behind her as she heard him follow after her, she just stopped and waited. Feet feeling as if they were glued to the ground and unable to peel off to run away in fear of the past repeating itself. "Pay, wait!" She heard him shout and she felt goosebumps arise, she turned around with her eyes glistening as she watched him approach her. "Don't be like this,"

She walked towards him and pulled him into a hug, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I like you. I really do." She started in a soft voice, "It's not what you did, it's what I've done. I just.." A hand shot up to his face as she stroked it with her thumb, pulling herself off so they were facing each other face to face. Payton eased in, worrisome thoughts sprouting every second she moved in.

A peck was placed on his lips as she looked down at them, "If we decide to go through with this..are you going to leave?" She whispered to him, on the verge of tears. He was such a good friend, if she decided to be more than that, would he stick around? Would he just nail her and run off? Leaving a broken mess for her brother to deal with just like her fiance had done. "I hate when people leave.." She whispered to herself.

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO

can't you see i'm no one's angel

[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 3px solid #b1b198; border-right: 3px solid #b1b198;][bg=7b3636][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top]     Marvin honestly didn't like the idea of being abandoned by the opposite sex. Fair enough some young women put up a fight and told him to 'get lost' and he often fought them in return. Though just running off without an explanation annoyed him even more. Marvin was notorious for making people uncomfortable or pissing them off, but he was genuinely not sure what went wrong. Pay was scurrying away like a frightened mouse. Was Pay really that sensitive? Or did she know what Marvin was really like? At last she stalled in her tracks before she even reached the door. Marvin studied her movements carefully, actually wondering if she wether she was going to lash out at him in defence. Instead, and much to his pleasant surprise, she had pulled him into a hug. The young man chuckled kittenishly, and gave her one playful squeeze. Then he caught her words. "What you've done?" he parroted back at her, moving to look at the girl. Marvin was a little confused, but he didn't linger on that confusion. He was too occupied with Pay right now, and how close she was getting to him. A victorious smile crossed his lips as she caressed his face with her thumb. He was loving this attention he was getting from her. "Who cares, doesn't matter," he spoke nonchalantly. He accepted her little peck gratefully. He spotted the tears hemming her eyes. Boy was she a sensitive soul. Marvin had never really came across such a tearful girl before, and he was not sure how to handle it. Someone like Marvin would have to tread very carefully when around this girl. Marvin swallowed hard at her question. That was an interesting question indeed. It all depended on what Pay meant by 'sticking around'. If she meant a sturdy, unbroken and lengthy romantic relationship, he was not sure. He was not the type to develop long term relationships with young women. Though as a friend, he would stick around, regardless of what they get up to. Marvin was not the most loyal person around, but there was nothing to stop him from hanging around Payton. She was, after all, quite soft in her character. She wasn't the type to constantly wind him up. "Why would I do that?" he finally asked, eyebrows twitching in question. "Don't be silly," Marvin spoke. He shouldn't have said that. He really didn't want to go making promises that he couldn't keep.

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