Devon Ava Sawyer (systemoverload) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-04-17 01:28:00 |
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Current mood: | good |
Entry tags: | april 2010 |
Who: Eleanor and Jamie
What: Discussing music
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Nameless music store
Rated: PG
Status: Completed
It was a beautiful afternoon and Eleanor may or may not have skipped her last class to find her way into town, knowing a new CD of music from one of her favourite bands was due to come out and she was really hoping that this small backwater island had received an order.
Dressed to kill as usual, Eleanor let herself into the store and greeted the man known as Daniel who was sat behind the counter. She was a regular, he knew her and she knew him, meaning he instantly informed her that the CD had not come in.
“Fuck,” Eleanor muttered before blowing out a frustrated breath. “Can you let me know when it does then?”
“You got it, Ellie.”
Eleanor flashed a brilliant smile. “You’re a star, Daniel.”
And with that exchange complete Eleanor cast her eye to the rest of the store, heeled feet finding her way over to the old rock and roll vinyl selection. She bit her lower lip as her darkly painted nails sought through the different sleeves, so distracted by her search that she didn’t notice as Daniel changed the music in store to something a little more… emo.
Everything about music that Eleanor hated.
Jamie Jones was supposed to be sitting in some kind of English lesson right now, but he'd cut just after the second to last period because there was no way he was dealing with school right now. At lunch time he'd felt the familiar lurching pain that came with his body trying to shift into something else and he'd spent most of the afternoon just breathing, camping out in the bathroom and then behind the bleachers before he'd decided that he didn't want to be at school so he'd cut.
His mother would give him that unimpressed look and the "I'm not angry, I'm disappointed" speech thing that he really didn't need, and, as he was leafing through the CDs and reading the back of one that proclaimed to the the Greatest Hits of the Noughties. Jamie thought that calling a decade 'The Noughties' was borderline retarded. It sounded like some kind of backward boyband or something stupid like that.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jamie saw someone that was possibly the most incredible looking woman he had ever seen on a pair of heels that might actually kill someone if she stood on their neck, like an old episode of CSI. His brain scared him sometimes and he blinked, shaking the thoughts off.
When something horrendous and crappy emo teenage rock started, Jamie felt something inside of him twist and start to die. He turned on his heel and looked at the guy behind the counter. "Are you kidding me?" he asked, lifting his voice to get Daniel's attention. He reached over past the gorgeous woman once he had Daniel's attention, flashing her a smile as he slid his hand past hers, fingers picking out a CD and pulling it free before she could see what the cover was.
"Play this, would you? I know you've got a copy back there and considering we're the only two in here, there's no point assaulting our eardrums with this crap." He grinned and lifted one shoulder. Daniel would have protested, but Jamie continued, "I think my eardrums are bleeding."
Less than thirty seconds later, the opening guitar riffs of Black Sabbath's Paranoid were powering through the speakers.
He looked over at the (stunning) woman and offered her another smile, leaning back over to put the CD case back in its original place, adding, "Much better, don't you think?"
Eleanor's eyebrow twitched when a fairly tall quite handsome young man reached past her and fished out a CD to replace the crap that was currently playing. Thank God, somebody with taste. She turned her head to watch his interaction with Daniel and the corner of her red lips twitched, quirking into a smirk.
She may have closed her eyes as the first guitar rifts of Black Sabbath drifted over the counter and into her ears, God she loved that sound.
Pulling her eyes open revealed the stranger's smile and she returned it ten fold. "Much," she agreed with a nod of her head. "Emo cannot be considered music. This-" She gestured towards the counter and the player. "Is music."
Jamie smiled and leaned back against the nearby stand but it wasn't enough to support him properly and he nearly stumbled a little. Catching himself before he made a total ass out of himself in front of the hot stunning beautiful girl, he just nodded his agreement.
"People don't know how to make music like this anymore," he lamented almost woefully, "It's just a shame. They used to be so talented." He gave the rack behind him a cursory look. "Mullet rock is where it's at."
Eleanor gave another agreeing nod. "Totally." She bit her lower lip again and stole a look at the tall dark handsome stranger and her fingers idly flipped through the various vinyl, no longer paying that much attention to what she was looking at.
"Thankfully Daniel doesn't make a lot of mistakes when it comes to music or I'd never come and buy everything online."
"And I'd miss your delightful company, Ellie." Daniel said with a grin.
"Definitely a good thing. I'd never have met you otherwise." Jamie winked at Ellie and then glanced over at Daniel. "Bad music never makes people happy."
Jamie spotted her teeth snagging her lower lip and he swallowed, averting his eyes briefly before he chuckled, low and smooth. He raked a hand, encased in fingerless black gloves, through his hair. Long dark strands fell in his eyes and he glanced at the woman - Ellie (and thank God he had a name) - through them and his long, dark eyelashes.
"Ellie, huh?" he tipped his head and smiled. "I'm Jamie."
Jamie was confident, that much Eleanor could tell. She appreciated confident men, especially as she was quite the confident woman and it took a special kind of man to keep up with her. She hadn't really heard much from Luke since her OMG MY MOTHER NEEDS TO DIE journal post so she had no idea what was going on there and it wouldn't hurt to meet other people.
"Technically, my name is Eleanor, but..." Her voice trailed off and her eyes glistened. "You can call me Ellie."
She smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's nice to meet you, Jamie."
Jamie smiled. "I'm just Jamie," he said quietly, wishing he had a nickname of some sort that didn't make him sound like a pre-pubescent teenager or a rapper slash boyband wanna be. He hadn't been called JC in a long time, though. "It's nice to meet you too, Ellie," he said, holding out a hand.
Wow, she was gorgeous. Truly. It was kind of... distracting.
Eleanor eyed his hand for a moment before she reached out to clasp it, grip surprisingly firm. "So you hate emo music as much as I do, huh?" She squeezed his hand and then released, turning away to rifle through the vinyl. "You're clearly a Black Sabbath fan, but what are your thoughts on Led Zeppelin?"
She leaned her weight back onto a precarious heel and turned to look at him.
Jamie tipped his head and rubbed the back of his head. "Zeppelin?" a smile spread across his lips. "Whole Lotta Love is a song that can only be described as aural sex," he grinned and then pursed his lips in thought, "And whilst I love Stairway to Heaven, I think it's overrated. Amazing guitar riffs though, and the old stories about messages from the devil were made up to sell records." He lifted one shoulder.
"I think it says something when, nearly sixty years on from when the first started, we're still listening to their music now. What's your opinion on Queen?"
Eleanor listened to Jamie speak as he talked about music, clearly he knew his Led Zeppelin. Always good to know. "Who doesn't love Queen?" She remarked with a smirk. "Freddie Mercury had a lot of soul and every song meant something even if they were as random as they could be. Brave and bold, completely dynamic and a legacy to be proud of."
She turned back to her rifling and plucked a couple vinyl records out.
Jamie chuckled, "When you can get away with releasing a song about how much you love your car..." he rubbed the back of his neck and let his fingers drift over the nearby vinyl before he reached out and looked at the CDs on the rack next to it. A lot of the music was just streamed digitally nowadays. It made sense, but Jamie liked to have the things to touch, physically, and hold them in his hands.
"I always like having something to hold. Always feels better when there's something more tangible to hold, you know? Something physical rather than digital ones and zeros."
Eleanor nodded her head in agreement and clicked-clacked her way towards the counter, hips swaying in slow rhythmic motions. "I totally agree." She handed over her records and reached into her pocket to pull out a platinum card, her father's, the one she'd stolen a long time ago and he'd tried to stop, but her nifty control over technology meant it couldn't be stopped.
"Sometimes music is best at its most original and rawest."
Jamie's eyebrow lifted. "Platinum huh? Cool." That was impressive. He guessed it was her father's card, or her mother's. She didn't seem to be old enough. She was only a little older than Jamie himself. At least, he guessed. He folded his arms, resisting the urge to pick up and buy something. He wasn't in possession of a platinum card, or anything more than about $8 in his wallet.
"So... vinyl," he agreed with a nod. "I love hearing the grainy sound." He didn't know how else to describe the sound of a vinyl. He waved a hand like that would explain his point a little more clearly.
"It's my dad's," Eleanor said honestly. "I stole it off him the last time I saw him, which was probably a couple weeks ago. Figured he's got more than enough money and he never does anything good with it so why not fund my little pleasures in life?"
She stole a look at Jamie from beneath her lashes, admiring for a moment the way his hoodie flattered his arms.
"Nothing better," Eleanor said with a sharp grin.
Jamie swallowed and shifted how he was standing just a fraction. His lips curled up into a smile that was edging on a smirk. "Nice. It makes sense. And you are his daughter, after all." He lifted a shoulder, "If any money should be splurged, it oughta be by you."
He thought it must suck, not seeing your parents all that often. He was glad that he was at least talking to his folks, he was on good terms with them, but then his mom was the town doctor and his dad was an alright guy. Better than some parents on the island, anyway.
Eleanor took her records and nodded her head. "Damn straight." She said her thanks to Daniel and cut a look at Jamie as if to say 'you coming or what?' as she headed in the direction of the door, her music purchase complete.
The less she saw of her parents the better, it was one of the many reasons she moved out.
Her bike was out front and she hadn't planned on buying records, but she could get them in the compartment as she had done before.
The look surprised Jamie a little, but he nodded in response to her unspoken question and followed her out. As he hit the streets, his eyes fell on her bike and he let out a low, impressed whistle.
"Wow, that's- I mean, she's gorgeous," he said, honestly. He didn't know a lot about bikes at all, but he liked the way they looked and sounded and that was a start. It was something, right? He might not be able to drive one or take one apart, but he knew a good looking bike when he saw it.
It didn't hurt that its rider was also kind of (really) gorgeous.
Eleanor was in the process of unlocking her compartment when Jamie took an admiring look at her bike and she just smirked, locking away her recently purchased records. "Thanks," she remarked. "I figure why have a car when you can have a bike."
She smoothed hair behind her ear and straddled the bike one long leg at a time. Helmet? What helmet?
"You know anything about bikes?"
"No," Jamie admitted honestly with a shrug. He wasn't about to try and blag his way through something technical like a bike. "But I know they sound great, look good and-" look even better when dressed with a beautiful woman. "-and, well, yeah. I like them from a distance, never had the chance to ride one or anything."
His shoulders lifted again, trying to ignore how the material of her jeans pulled over her thighs as she straddled the bike. God, that was hot. He was only human!
Eleanor arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and bared her teeth. "Maybe you'll get a ride one of these days." She wiggled her fingers at him and sat back to see if he got the message that he needed to come a bit closer.
Jamie wasn't an idiot - no matter what his test scores might say. He took a couple of steps closer, eyebrow arching in the silent question of 'what?' He came to a halt in front of her, hooking the thumb of his left hand in the belt loop of his jeans. "Maybe." He met her smile with one of his own, slightly less wide.
Eleanor chuckled and reached into his pocket quite presumptuously, retrieving his phone. It wasn't one she knew, but it didn't seem to matter, she had a natural affinity for any kind of technology.
She located his phonebook and tapped her name and number into it before offering it back to Jamie with a smile. "Call me sometime." And with a wink the engine of the bike was started and Eleanor eased into acceleration, speeding away.
Jamie watched her go with a blink and his phone resting in his hand. He didn't even remember to curl his fingers around it until he nearly dropped the damn thing.
"Uh," he said to her retreating form. Yeah, call her. He'd do that. Apparently he'd done the right thing in skipping last period. He watched her disappear and he rubbed the back of his neck, sliding the phone back into his pocket.
Holy crap.