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the_calm_before (the_calm_before) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-02-03 22:42:00

Entry tags:

artemis, raijin

Who: Ren and Jay
What: You're only crazy if you talk back to the voices, right?
Where: mostly in Jay and Jack's apartment
When: on Thursday Feb 3 around 11 at night
Notes: Quite a bit of drunken Lady Gaga inspired nonsense.

Ren couldn't concentrate.

It sounded like there was some sort of party down stairs. He set his work down and slipped his hands into his hair in a frustrated manner. He had been trying to storyboard his first comic for a Web comic he planned to launch soon. The Web site it self was already up and functioning correctly, there just wasn't any content. He hoped that Shae wouldn't be pissed off for using his image.

Earplugs weren't working. He put the orange squishing things in his ears in the attempt to knock out the noise, but nothing was working. It didn't help that he had been mostly distracted much of the day by other strange sounds that he couldn't identify. It kind of sounded like it was coming from the walls, but he didn't think his neighbor would play CDs that sounded like chanting monks. Maybe it was coming through the ventilation?

What the hell was going on down there?

Ren wasn't usually a confrontational guy, but it was almost midnight. Seriously? He didn't even practice on his drums after 8 PM. He stood up and slipped on a jacket over his tank and headed down stairs, following the sounds of music.

"Just dance, gonna be ok, da da doo-doo-mmm. Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm"

He knocked on the door. Hadn't he been here before?

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like_a_shot
2011-02-05 08:04 pm UTC (link)

"Jack?" a woman's voice called from inside the apartment. There was the sound of some bottles rustling and something large being shoved aside. "You forget your keys? I swear, Jacky-"

The woman opened the door. Maybe there was some sort of weird party going on in here, given the lavender wig she was wearing and her strange costume. She opened the door wearing a one-sleeved, bell-bottomed purple jumpsuit. One with shiny applique pasted all over it. And her left boob...

"Oh. You sure aren't Jacky," the woman said. She pressed her elbow against the frame of her door, and gave Ren a look-over. "Don't think I've seen you around before. What's up?"

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the_calm_before
2011-02-07 06:18 am UTC (link)

Ren blinked and took a gasping breath before attempting to speak. Aside from internet porn, or regular porn, or even that Super Bowl where Janet Jackson had her wardrobe "malfunction," this was the closest to a completely bared breast he had ever seen. His eyes had most definitely widened and his face had gone completely red.

"Ah, ah, well, I um, I live upstairs." He had to cough a bit to find his voice again. "Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt anything. I was, I mean it is a little loud, right? What's going on down here?" He swallowed and tried to keep his gaze at eye level and not wander downward to her pretty much exposed boob.

"Jacky?" Ren sort of shook himself from his initial shock and blinked at her.

He had recognized the apartment number as Jack's when he came down. He had lent a DVD to him. It was one of his Lupin the III movies. He hadn't known that Jack had company, or was she a roommate? Maybe someone he worked with? He couldn't recall if Jack had mentioned anyone that last time he had met him.

"No," He agreed the he was not in fact Jack. It would be kind of hard to confuse his awkward self with the charming comedian. "My name's Ren. I live upstairs, but then I already said that, didn't I?"

Yup, definitely awkward.

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like_a_shot
2011-02-11 07:41 pm UTC (link)

"You did. Good to meet you, Ren-who-lives-upstairs. If you're the artist guy, then think Jack borrowed a movie from you." She offered her hand out in an assertive handshake. Before her knowledge of Ren could become downright creepy, she added, "I am Jay, his roommate."

She moved out of the doorway and into the room, and indicated for Ren to come in as well. More than a few things would fight for his attention at once. A DIY greenscreen hung open against one of the walls of the living room, with a cheap podium placed in front of it. A faux golden Grammy sat on the dining room table, crowded by a few bottles of wine (some empty, some only halfway there). A mannequin covered by a sheet sat off in the corner, near the window. The dress on the form couldn't be seen through the sheet, though whatever it was gave off a rather rich smell. An over-sized blonde wig sat on a nearby chair.

Jay went behind a Mac to turn down the music, but despite the company, she seemed reluctant to turn it down completely. "Well, Ren, do you watch any webshows?"

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