bea boschelli (domino). (knockemdown) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2009-10-04 03:35:00 |
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mark. As alarming as the idea of a(nother?) black eye on the beautiful Bea Boschelli was to Mark Sheppard, the idea of someone not being able to name a single Beatles song (or album) was far, far worse. How was that humanly possible? Had she been raised in a cupboard, deprived of all the glories of the musical world? Perhaps she was an alien -- stranger things had happened, after all. It just didn't make sense. How could one go through life without knowing Abbey Road? Or Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band? 'A Day in the Life' was one of Mark's favorite songs -- Bea's childhood was obviously a lie.
Carrying an ice pack, his main iPod, and a portable iHome, Mark was quickly ushered into Room 910 by a rather irritable looking Bea. Flashing her his most charming grin, he held the ice pack out for her. "Hello, beautiful. I come bearing gifts -- ice, speakers, and Abbey--"
bea. Bea's childhood was concerned with other things -- like bringing her back up to speed in terms of education that she had missed before the age of 12. Father Boschelli liked music just fine, but Bea never had the patience to sit there and listen to it. Music reminded her of church services she had to suffer through, the pain only alleviated with the fact that she didn't have to be in the sanctuary. She'd curl up with one of her father's many books and try to shut out all the praying and the music.
But right now, she was feeling stupid. She had opened the door too fast earlier and nearly tripped over her own feet which sent her face first into its edge. Her eye hurt but what was really stung was her dignity. When she answered the door for Mark (carefully this time), she snatched the ice pack right from Mark's hands and headed back to her bed. She left her door open so he could come in as he liked while she curled up on the mattress, placing the icepack on her right eye gingerly and wincing a little.
mark. Mark's brows shot up to his hairline. Apparently Bea had injured her manners along with her eye. Folding his arms across his chest, he shot her a very skeptical look. He wasn't nearly this hostile when he had been injured. In fact, Mark liked to think that he was just as charming -- if not more. "You're welcome, Bea. How nice to see you, too."
He unhooked the iPod from the headphones around his neck and set it on the dock of his iHome. Mark owned several different varieties of mp3 players -- and at least three different iPods. After all, his powers were useless if he didn't have any music in his arsenal. But the one he'd brought for Bea's entertainment/enlightening was his main one. It was full of just about every semi-popular musical artist you could think of. Classical, pop, hard rock, rap, indie -- the list went on.
Opening up one of his playlists, he selected 'The Beatles', then 'Abbey Road.' It was time to school Bea on what she had missed out on. "So sorry you gave yourself a shiner, gorgeous. But at least you're learning something new, hm?" And with that, he pressed play -- time for a little "Come Together."
bea. When her pride was hurt, her attitude changed drastically. She mumbled something sounding suspiciously like gratitude, "thanks." When the music came on, Bea rolled over to look at Mark, her legs stretching out. She didn't say anything at first, then fell into a comfortable silence. She wrinkled her nose, sure she recognized the song. She readjusted the ice pack on her face and let him introduce her to something that was important to him and not important enough to her to make it stop.