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Stubby Boardman and the Hobgoblins (hobgoblinrock) wrote in lockewood,
@ 2011-02-03 14:21:00

Entry tags:

andromeda tonks, stubby boardman

Who: Stubby Boardman and Andromeda Tonks
What:Stubby stumbles into a young lady who he...remembers vaguely from a concert years prior, which means she must have left quite the impression considering Boardman rarely remembers what he was doing five minutes ago let alone nearly a decade ;)
When: February 3rd!
Where: On the street, near the bowling alley
Status/Rating: High? (Because Stubby always is!) / Incomplete

On top of the world you get nothing done
Talk is cold and burns like the sun
Can’t you see these skies are breaking?
Cause the top of the world is where I’m from

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No one needed a damn watch, which was unfortunate, because Stubby needed to get paid. However, if there was one thing he knew about being a musician, it was the fact that having an instrument meant always having a way to make some cash. It wasn’t always an easy way, but that didn’t matter to him--he wasn’t above standing outside a bowling alley in the dead of winter, guitar strapped around his person, singing his fucking lungs out just to buy a bag of prawn flavoured crisps.

At first, he’d played some muggle songs--songs that were popular in his day, but as his fingers got colder and the chords got a bit harder to manage, he switched from Elvis Costello to some of his own music, the old simplistic angry stuff that had set him apart--defined a genre.

He had a guitar case open at his feet, but didn’t otherwise indicate that he was looking for money from the people who bustled by on their way to and from their jobs. It wasn’t long before he had his eyes closed to the cold and was just completely focused on his music.

Artistically speaking, Lockewood had helped him in a way that nothing else could. It had taken him out of life as a rockstar and allowed him a fleeting moment to just focus on his music and not his ‘personality’. Of course, he was still very much the same person, with veins that itched for drugs, a cut bottom lip that would never heal and a faraway look in his eyes that was clearly the result of some long-term damage from hallucinogens, but at least at the moment--he was making music.

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mrsmudblood
2011-02-05 01:53 am UTC (link)

1976 had been three years after the birth of her daughter. The monotony of motherhood and her work at Mungo’s had almost driven her to the edge, and it had been a blessing when a coworker and she found a mutual interest in punk music of all things. Her obsession had begun when Andie had been desperate for anything that would rebel against her parents and God had they hated her records. She had kissed Ted on the cheek, dressed at her friend’s flat, and gone to the Hobgoblins concert with the biggest smile on her face.

The problem was that she didn’t really remember what had happened after her third beer. She knew that she’d gotten backstage at one point, knew that she’d met Stubby. But that was all evidence by a picture of herself, at barely 25 years of age, with her arms around Stubby Boardman’s neck kissing his cheek. She had been in tight leggings that looked like they’d been spray painted onto her legs, and a long, bright teal shirt that had been tight her curves. Paired with clunky boots and a belt, she had looked every inch a woman of the 70’s. The picture had, of course, been hidden away in her books for years. A reminder of a crazier time.

But it had never stopped her crush with the punk artist. It had never stopped her love for the music, actually. The only difference was that Andromeda was quiet older then, a bit less inclined to shimmy into leggings, and looking perfectly respectable as she walked around Lockewood that day. Dressed in a simple plum wrap around dress, a thick black coat, and boots she had been heading on to the hospital when she stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the man. Ted had almost been given a complex about the man and Dora’s longstanding crush on him.

She gawked, openly, for several moments before walking to him, clearing her throat.

“You wouldn’t happen to be, um. Stubby Boardman, would you?”

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hobgoblinrock
2011-02-05 04:20 am UTC (link)

Stubby looked up like a dog might when it's name was called, wide-eyed and curious, and quit toying with his guitar. He snapped his thumb across his fingers a few times to try and take the numbness out of them and squinted at he looked over at Andromeda.

She looked...vaguely familiar, but this was a phenomenon that Stubby was quite used too. With the life he lived he met a lot of people, and was often very quickly too drunk or stoned to remember the encounter at all, and wouldn't give it another thought until he saw the person again and his mind tried to make some sort of connection with present and past--and it always failed.

His smile was slow, and charming in a way that shouldn't be possible for a man with a split lip by his own doing who looked like he'd spent the last few nights sleeping on the bench he now sat.

"Would be!" She certainly didn't look like the type of woman who would recognise him, all put together and proper as she was. "Hello, lovely."

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mrsmudblood
2011-02-05 04:35 am UTC (link)

Andromeda would not giggle. She was far too old to giggle, never mind the fact that she was married and very happy with Ted. But she felt a familiar skipping of her heart as Stubby smiled, the same way that muggle girls must have felt around the Beatles. The unattainable rockstar that they could never have, but could dream about safely without being hurt; and Stubby had been a rockstar to Andie. She’d played his music late at night when she needed to study for her healer exams, and still knew every word of his earlier albums. She was half sure that Dora knew a few bars of his music just by listening to Andie hum it from time to time.

The fact that he’d called her ‘lovely’ wasn’t helping her already warm cheeks, and Andie was trying hard to remember that she was not 20, she was 45. She’d last seen Stubby twenty years before. He hadn’t changed, not in her eyes.

“Um- I was… I am a very big fan. I attended one of your concerts in the 70’s, I doubt you would remember me!” she said, chuckling and trying very hard to forget that she’d kissed him that night, and had probably done something incredibly embarrassing. Table dancing. She’d done that before, but that had been at her bachelorette party.

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hobgoblinrock
2011-02-05 02:46 pm UTC (link)

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"A'right, a concert? Did you?" He set his guitar down on the bench beside him and slid along it to get just a few inches closer to her, but he made it seem like the change in distance gave him a whole new level of clarity.

She was a bit older now, he reckoned, but my could tell from her smile that she'd probably stood out by a mile next to the girls around her. Still, he'd had a lot of women and a lot of concerts and he'd need a bit more to go on to narrow it down.

"Don't think I'd be quick to forget a face like yours, eh?" He smirked, rubbing his hands together and then cocking his head to one side. "Let's have a go at this, see if I do. Which concert would it'ta been then?"

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mrsmudblood
2011-02-06 08:49 am UTC (link)

"Um, back, in... '75. It's been twenty years for me," she said, hating how easily she was dating herself with that. She knew that she didn't look over fifty, and she'd very clearly put herself into the '40ish' group in a single sentence. Her husband, lovely as he was, had that nasty habit of aging well. Andie did not feel that way about herself, poking and prodding parts of herself that used to be tighter, thinner, perkier.

"It was at the Merlin?" she supplied after a moment, feeling herself getting almost... excited by the idea that he remembered her. "My name is Andromeda Tonks... I got by Andie, often," the woman offered, not sure if Stubby was the sort to remember names. After all, Ted's response to her declaration that she would leave him for Stubby had been 'and you'd have hep C by now.'

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hobgoblinrock
2011-02-06 02:00 pm UTC (link)

"Andie. Andie." There was a bit of a pause, and he picked up his guitar again. Really, he should have known better than to set it down. If it was near at hand and not in them, his fingers itched. He strummed a few hollow sounding chords and looked at the dark-haired woman. She did look different--she did look quick a bit different really, but certainly not bad by any means, specially not if it had been that long for her. It was only the earlier eighties, that he'd come from himself.

"Greenie, Blueie thing." He told her, gesturing to the coat she was now wearing. "What you were wearing, don't know wot that colour is meant to be called a'tall. But yeah--yeah, I remember you. Never forget the pretty ones."

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mrsmudblood
2011-02-07 01:36 am UTC (link)

She wasn't sure if she was flattered or horrified right then. A famous rockstar remembered her... but if he remembered her, she was sure that she must have done more than just kissed him on the cheek. "Um, yes," Andie managed as he looked at her, and gestured. "Um, teal," she said, her cheeks going a deeper shade of pink as she looked at the musician. If she had been a younger woman when they met, and not married to the love of her life... well. Life might have been very different when she met him. But that was hardly the point right then, her cherry cheeks like neon. "I'm flattered," Andromeda said, trying to get herself back under control. She was a Black. She did not giggle, squeal, or get star struck.

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hobgoblinrock
2011-02-07 02:22 am UTC (link)

"Course I remember ya." He lowered his eyes to her chest for just a moment.

She'd kissed him on the cheek all dainty like and thrown her arms around him for a picture that he called mostly because camera flashes always startled him a little bit no matter how drunk he was. The girls had only had backstage passes to come and meet the band but Stubby'd insisted they stay (even after finding out that Andie was married. He'd never really let a ring stop him before).

As the evening wore on, the drinks got heavier and the clothes got lighter. At one point, Andie and her friend had danced together on the dressing room coffee table and in her confident, inebriated state, Andiie had seen fit to give the rockstar a bit of a show of her own. Those beautiful girls in her teal dress happened to be the reason that Stubby Boardman remembered who she was.

"Never forget the pretty ones." He told her again, and strummed his guitar. "So I'm still pretty new as they come 'round here, what do people get up to in this ruddy shite hole?"

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mrsmudblood
2011-02-07 05:35 am UTC (link)

Ignorance was bliss. At least, it was for Andie right then as she thought about her womanly bits. As far as Andromeda knew, only Ted had ever seen those in that way. And he was the only one who ever should see them, even if Andie was rather proud of them. Being curvy had been something she'd hated so much as a teenager she'd tried to force herself into a smaller body. But after getting pregnant, she'd begun to love them- instead of battling against them. And so a proud, curvaceous Andromeda had been born. And she'd never let.

"I'm flattered," she said, almost to herself before Stubby's question brought her back out of her rut. "Well, there's a few shops and the pub," she said, raising a brow. "I mostly work, to be honest," she said, before explaining. "Healer- thankfully trained back properly in the other world before being shoved into it here," she said, quickly. More than one person had looked at her in horror, sure that Skeeter have put an untrained housewife into the spot of doctor. But Andie was trained, and had held a private practice back home.

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hobgoblinrock
2011-02-07 04:52 pm UTC (link)

“Can’t count the number’a time I woken up in a strange bed surrounded by you lot.” He gestured to her again and it wasn’t at all clear whether he was referring to the number of times he’d woken up surrounded by breasts, women, or healers. With Stubby though, all three were certainly real possibilities.

As far as troubled, low-class, anarchy-supporting angry performers, Stubby was about as authentic as they come, with all the anti-establishment anthems and drug-induced tantrums to back it up. He did not live how people were meant to and he didn’t set a good example and in a way—that was the reason he was so popular, he was so different from everything that had come before.

“Respectable job, ya got.” That, at least, clarified what he was probably talking about earlier. “Do you get a lot of work here? Lot a’accidents or?”

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mrsmudblood
2011-02-11 10:04 am UTC (link)

Andie decided to assume that he was talking about groupies, and that was all she would ponder on that. Because Andromeda Tonks, a sober and not 25something Andromed Tonks, was a bit of a prude when it came to publicly talking about that. Sure, she could get down right naughty when she was with Ted, but... Ted was her husband. She was allowed to prance around in black lingerie and knee high boots with the other man if she wanted to.

"Well, yes and no. The flu and cold season are at their worst," she said, realizing how incredibly boring she must have sounded right then. "But there are lots of children and scrapes. Nothing... deadly," she said, trying not to think about all the attacks at the hand of Fenrir, or anything else that had happened recently. Remus, for instance. But that was for another day, she had to worry about other things.

"How long have you been here?"

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