Harlow Lupei (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hlupei) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} inshadowfalls,@ 2010-05-06 13:00:00 |
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Where • The local recording studio
What • Finishing up recording some tracks and all that goodness
When • Thursday, early evening
Rating • Moderate, just because Harlow tends to be foul mouthed.
Harlow had just finished disassembling her prize drum set, glancing up from her completed task to Oshin who had sauntered back into the recording room. "I'm fucking stoked about these tracks, Oshinami. Your voice was killer, they're not going to have to do any goddamn shit to it." It wasn't a typical thing for them to have to do so, but in an industry where someone rarely sounded like they did on an album, Oshin was more than just a fresh breath of air. What you heard was what you got, and what you got was both impressive and amazing in Harlow's eyes.
She stood from where she had been crouching amongst everything, straightening out the tank that hung loosely over her torso. She was actually wearing a pair of low top converse today, having found that any shoe with a heel and a kick pedal did not mix a long, long time ago, and a pair of fitted jeans. It may not have looked absolutely comfortable to the typical casual clothes wearer, but it was the style Harlow liked and felt best in.
She lifted her arms for a stretch, a small amount of abdominal tattoos peeking out for a moment while she tilted her head in both directions to give it a nice crack before dropping her arms back down to her sides. She grabbed the handles to some of the equipment boxes she had picked up, lifting them easily ( being a vampire had it's perks, after all ) and began moving towards the door. She probably could have left the set somewhere within the building, but she didn't want to risk someone stumbling across and even being tempted to touch it; she had been in a rather hostile mood to those she didn't prefer lately and there was no telling what she'd do if someone pissed her off enough.
"Oshinami, can you help me with this door?" She glared at the handle as she found it nearly impossible to get it open on her own with her hands and arms currently full.