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Roy Harper - Arsenal
“We all fight for different things. But we all still fight."
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Jan 15, 2016 6:52:40 GMT -5
In many ways, music was not that far from playing hero on the battle field. Least the feeling of it. Of course there was less risk when losing your self in music, that your possibly going to lose your head. Suppose, there was a slight chance at breaking a leg or falling off the stage. Roy adamant he was far too agile for that. He’d been walking the straight line for a while now. He wasn’t going to trip. Of course, he’d be falling himself, if he couldn’t believe he could slip. He had slipped before, this time he was sure would be different. Not that he was overly thinking about it. Ignoring quite well, the scent of liquor that filled the room. Along with greed. Power… His mind was very much in the moment. With the music. His vocals. With the people, that were receptive. Not that he paid too close of details, so long as there was bodies dancing. A couple singing along, he could least be assured it wasn’t a bad performance. Of course, in being somewhat of a perfectionist. He’s probably pick it apart later, for now. Roy just let himself go with the adrenaline. Somehow, that came incredibly natural. It didn’t hurt he was talented. Stringing the cords as strongly and on point as he could. Even if it came off a little rough and raw, well it was meant to be that way… The subtle and sharp gaze here, there. Across the floor, was proof, he wasn’t fucking it up. He never lacked confidence, though he could hide very well the swirling mess that was most likely underneath. Apart from his other life as a superhero, Roy didn’t have much to his name. No family. Nothing, really. Save his guitar. His voice. What did he have to lose? As his voice fell through the lyrics. Flowed the high tempo beat. Aided with the strong elements from his guitar.
~What I would give to have you look in my direction And I'd give my life to somehow attract your attention~
Well, suppose he did have something, if not family… Friends. As his dark eyes swept to the table near the stage. The figures with the slightly variations in shade of red. If he had the space to think, he could only imagine the multiple things they were talking about. Least by their expressions. Body language, he wasn’t coming across as a complete fool on the stage. That was most certainly confidence boost. Sometimes that was the best in playing music, is letting it go. Sharing it. A connection, thats not exactly in physical touch, but yet still about to feel it. His eyes did not linger to long or stalk. Rather, they travelled. Shut in the key moments, short nonetheless. Meaningful nonetheless. Somewhere hidden with his heart was certainly beating along with every key. Every vocal. Every lyric. Every string. Until the completion of the song. Though it only lent for his heart to thud in some sort of anticipation, not so erratically that he wasn’t entirely sure where he was going. Something the best moments came when you didn’t know. When you let go. There were many songs in his head. In his heart. On the tip of his tongue, but the selection was picked to suit the venue. The next and last song, was perhaps slower in beat, but a little up there in some level of romance. Despite Roy’s rather chaotic track record in that department, suppose he didn’t exactly lack experiences. Roy removed his guitar, as it did not require his strings. Just his vocals. Despite the guitar could be quite comfortable, he didn’t feel overly exposed without it. Not when it came to Music and as the keys began. With a subtle smile from his charming grin, Roy came in on cue and with the right amount of softness, deepness.
~People never change, They seem to stay the same. They wear different clothes, But play the same games.
Many different ways To say the same thing. Searching for the right words, The ones that would make you stay.
Exchanging the way things were For the way that they should be, Yeah. And choosing these words Is saying to her, The things that she never heard But always deserved.~
As the band flowed through the verses, into the chorus. The crowd had naturally moved with them. Many couples taking to the romantic cues to perhaps dance a little slower. Hmmm, and maybe even a little closer. Yep. Gravitating of hands. Finding that comforting spot on the shoulder to rest your head. Roy certainly did not mind to be aiding in it, despite how he often looked, he hardly considered himself like cupid. Despite what you may have heard, he probably failed far more than succeeded in relationships. Suppose, on one bright it was one way to learn. Maybe if he had learnt quicker, he may have been that little bit quicker to save Donna. Not that she was overly in his head, right now, but she wasn’t really that far way from thought. Not when it came to music. Sometimes it was far more easier to let things out, certainly a lot more safer than letting out through alcohol. In honesty it was certainly more rewarding. Usually, when they played well. He could really only go by the feeling right. It didn’t feel that bad. More receptive than he had expected. Even better as his eyes turned to the familiar faces. It certainly aided that they didn’t look disappointed.
~I figured out what it is all about. It's you that I could never live without. Your everything, The air that I breathe. Stupid not to know it all along, And everything I ever did was wrong. Sadly it's too late for sorry.~
Flowing through the chorus as if assurance and dedication in his voice. With the mic still in the stand. His hand at time rest upon it. Lingering down the length of it. With a slight shift to the few who may or may not be considered ‘fans’, it really seemed far fetch. Even as Arsenal. Sure he had the flashy bow. Arrows. The sharp red, but all too often he was left with, but you’re not Batman. You’re not Superman. Well, perhaps not so much in words, but impression. Not that he minded, he never didn’t for glory. Nor music, to be truthful. No… He always tended to do, what he enjoyed doing. He was often adamant when he set his heart or mind to something. Whilst else would he have an endless storage of weapons and devices he made. He was hardly ever a kid to sit still in class. Suppose, he could hardly stand in one spot either. As Roy pulled for the mic and moved away from the stand. Not that there was many who were eager for his attention but he certainly made a visit to those that were. If only to see extra smiled on the ladies. A subtle wink here. A touch of a hand. Perhaps Roy could get use to that. He did not linger forever, soon he found his way somewhat to the side of the stage. In the direction of the more familiar faces. As his brown eyes flashed the shades of red. What lighting was upon the stage, whether real or a figment of the imagination. Followed him and landed upon Summer. Whether or not she was close enough. He offered the gesture to move a little closer. To reach out a hand and offer a subtle romantic gesture upon one of her delicate hands!
Music - The Air That I Breathe
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Marc Dahlmaine
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Post by Marc Dahlmaine on Feb 2, 2016 5:01:23 GMT -5
Returning to the two women, he certainly did have a look to his face. "Liquid gold." He responded with a certain flair, his fingertips drumming the side of his bag. At Kory's reaction to his living quarters he held up a finger to his lips. "Not technically. But considering the change of ownership, there are now a few coveted living spaces. Along with your address, I'll get your number so we can arrange that."
It wasn't too long before he spoke the words and Kory had a piece of paper in her hands. Easily he clasped the paper, turning her hand flat and bringing it to his lips. A quick kiss there before he released her hand and tucked the paper into his pocket.
"Expect a call, Kory."
He knew she had a boyfriend. But that didn't mean he still couldn't be polite. And with the stereotypes he had found that ran rampant in America of Europeans, why not reinforce that? Between the two redheads and Roy's music, there was an infallible happiness resonating from the women to him.
When he had a second, he opened the top of his bag, showing off the several bottles of wine, along with a corkscrew. No doubt he could open a bottle now, but perhaps he could wait and gift Roy with a bottle as well.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 23:46:26 GMT -5
Summer always enjoyed Kory’s company. She was always so positive even if a little naïve. Summer was known to be fairly naïve herself in certain situations, though it was safe to say that between the two of them – the alien princess took the trophy for such a quality. Regardless, Summer couldn’t help but smile at her words, even as she debated on the next several sentences that would leave her lips. With a giggle, she took a sip of her drink and the wine tickled her taste buds. “Oh of course I have legs, I just meant that as far as legs are concerned, you have very nice ones.”
Naturally, the young reporter was interested in the customs from Kory’s home planet. “How lovely.” Summer commented, slightly jealous that she did not possess the ability to fly herself. Summer could instantly think of several ways that her day would become exceptionally easier if she could develop such a talent. “Can everyone on your home planet fly?” The curious redhead asked as soon as the question popped into her head.
“Liberta del Mar? Ooh, that place is so lovely.” Summer commented with a longing sigh. Of course, the cost of living was far much more than her salary qualified for. Even though she did have her tasteful loft in a better part of town, she would much rather trade up for whatever accommodations that a man like Marc lived in. “I didn’t realize it was under new ownership.” Summer pried, clearly attentive to such a comment in particular. For a woman who prided herself on knowing everything there was to know in Gotham, this seemed like something she should have been credible on.
Her gaze focused on Roy, she chuckled as Kory played into her idea of betting. The swarm of bored housewives only seemed to increase with each lyric to leave Roy’s lips. He was exceptionally talented, even those with underlying motives to meeting the musician were justified. “I would be safe to say that our odds are pretty good. But poor Roy is going to be ambushed.” Summer teased. “Though I am sure he is used to all the attention. It comes with the profession.” Of course, she would be the one to know. Her own fame did get her a fair bit of attention as well, sometimes too much attention.
She watched as he took the microphone from the stand and began to sift through the crowd. Paying special attention to those lucky enough in his path, she couldn’t help but steal glances at his visits. It wasn’t until his eyes met hers that she considered looking away as if she had been caught staring at something she wasn’t supposed too. Feeling as though she was being silly, her green eyes returned to meet his as he motioned her closer. With a bit of a nervous laugh she obliged and he moved to take her hand in his. It was like a scene from a movie. She could sense the flashes of anger on the faces of nearby women who had been eager for a taste of the same experience. Summer continued to smile.
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Kory Anders - Starfire
"Feel free with yourself, learn to enjoy... Why inhibit yourself with silly taboos?"
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Mar 24, 2016 21:33:38 GMT -5
Suppose something as such as a pair of legs or rather a pair of very nice looking legs was seemingly more important on Earth. Than it was where Kory was from. Whilst Tamaran was more free in its modesty, they weren’t generally superficial by any means, Legs were legs, they weren’t that unique. Perhaps there was naivety, though there was a chance one just happened to be Human. One happened to be well, not human. It had seemed somewhat of an odd thing to Kory, though as Summer responded as Kory had seemingly expected in the compliment. Kory smiled warmly and friendly. Kindness certainly, always went along way. Of course the many compliments and non-compliments about certain aspect of her body, Kory had gotten use to a point, not that it couldn’t completely make her feel a little awkward. However, Kory would always feel, completely comfort in her body. In her skin.
”Oh, X’hal. That is so sweet. Gratitudes… From what I have seen, heard. You have wonderful legs… If you are ever free, we could partake in some beach fun… A little volley ball. A little surfing. Or as I thoroughly enjoy, sunbathing. Though I tend to like my heat well above average, too few can handle it. ”
Kory responded in kind and joy filled to the compliment. Happily thanking Summer. Certainly Kory was thankful to least have legs, but certainly they were also not bad legs to have either. Summer’s were indeed wonderful, from all accounts Kory knew about, she hadn’t honestly recalled exactly staring at her legs, but she was potentially trying to sneak a peak now. With the covering fabric, Kory offered to suggest a trip to the beach, well not exactly THE beach, any beach really. Gotham wasn’t exactly on the top 10 beach lists. With Kory’s abilities, there really wasn’t any beach out of reach. A place for fun was certainly the higher point and of course the heat certainly did not hurt. Well, it hurt her less when she couldn’t burn. Which Kory lightly teasing, in the friendly challenging way. Kory can occasionally, well a little more than occasionally, be a little bit competitive… Her slightly more cheeky grin, softened greatly in conversation about her planet. It was bitter sweet memories, to recall. It was gone, but it had been her home. At one point it had been all she really knew. She nodded. it was indeed lovely, though its not to suggest it was all good. Perhaps no planet was perfect, but in all of Tamaran’s fault. None of it was a result of them shutting up their feelings. They were for a most part a very joyful and peaceful planet. Completely open and free to feel as they felt, there was no shame in that. That was something that was often so different on Earth, the judgement on even the simplest emotions…
”Yes… All are born with the ability, save my sister. She was born with a crippling disease that prevented her from flying… Of course with events that took place later in life… She is now able to fly.”
Responding quite comfortably and quite honestly. With only the slightest hesitation at first, as flight was very much a normal and natural occurrence in a tamaranean’s life. Save that of her sister, it was extremely rare that a tamaranean wasn’t able to fly. It was of course one of the fundamental reasons Komand’r was stripped as an heir and was then passed to Koriand’r when she was born. Which then formed in a reason why Komand’r hated Koriand’r and sensually forced Koriand’r into slavery, by the hands of her sister…. Of course as Kory lightly referred the events, particularly the event when both Komand’r and her self where then kidnapped. Tortured and experimented on. Where Kory was then gifted with the use of her star bolts… It was also where and how Komand’r was gifted of flight as well as star bolts… With a subtle smile. It certainly turned a little brighter, as Marc returned. With bag in hand and the mischievous look upon his face. Kory was at least assured she could rule out, he was involved in robbery. That was often the look on their faces, well in movies at the very least… Hmmm, no. It was suppose more the look he struck lucky. Struck gold, perhaps that was the better use of the words. Of course his following words, certainly helped paint the picture… ‘Liquid Gold’. It certainly had to make the tamaranean wonder if, he was being completely truthful.
”X’hal… I did not know you could drink gold, I would like one of those…. I would imagine that would go down, quite expensively.”
Kory responded with her own slightly cheeky expression and laughter. Along with quite genuine words, despite how much you deem her playing with her words. She most certainly enjoyed it. Though she was most interested if there were such wine or similar made with gold… Kory certainly happily gave him her details. She had little reason not to. He seemed incredibly respectable and honest… Oh, and kind… As a slight colour rose that extra gold to her cheek, as he kissed her hand… This happened so often to princesses in movies. Far less in reality or even far less on her planet, but Kory for sure happily accepted it… As well, as the expected call. She could only hope it be sooner than later, although supposedly when was nearby as well.
”Oh, most definitely… Or a visit or both… You are most welcome… Have you met my boyfriend?”
With a delightful smile, Kory happily offered and welcome either call or visit or both. If she was nearby, but depending on the potential situations, she could potentially fly or ask Dick… Nicely, surely he’d be completely fine, with another man, bringing the wine. Hmmm, Kory had to wonder if they had met. As she asked Marc kindly. Suppose that could be set. Surely they had the smashing of grapes and other things in common. As Kory had smile at the thought of Dick smashing things quite frequently. Sometimes, seriously it was like watching the destruction of a pinata. Suppose less candy filled, but with things they had faced, candy wasn’t exactly ruled out either… Though the candy on her thoughts, quickly diverted as Marc then pulled out several bottles from the bag. She was almost sure one was glistening like gold. Almost, she could be wrong… Her mind diverted again back to Summer, with the subtle movements of her hips as they spoke of Roy and his potential demise by the over adoring lady fans. Kory chuckled as Summer teased the potential on coming ambush, she wasn’t entirely sure Roy would complain about that kind of ambush. Though suppose it could be just as life threatening as the ambushes they deal with as Outsiders… Kory nodded with some understanding of the profession. Smiled warmly with from Summer’s suggestion, that Roy was a professional. Somehow she could hear Dick’s commentary of keeping that from Roy, otherwise of course he’d totally take it to his head.
”He’s surprising very good at protecting his manhood, if you were concerned… He’s definitely used to all of the attention… ”
Kory mentioned as she noted the concern in Summer’s tone and words. As watching the few women near the edge of the stage. With screams and cries. Some of which were highly suggestive, along with occasional attempts with grabbing hands. Whilst perhaps dangerous. Roy would hardly sweat it…. Well, figuratively. He did have some form of sweat , Kory could tell… If he was at all nervous or otherwise, he hide it well. Definitely well. Particularly with the attention, but Kory could be quite confident that Roy was used to. Could handle and probably quite enjoyed the attention. Of course in general, she meant. He certainly moved on that stage as if he prolonged there, almost in the way he owned his arrows. Kory beamed brightly as Roy pointedly moved across the stage towards them or mostly just focused on Summer. Kory smiled brightly for Summer… Her green eyes trailed to look for Marc… Spotting him with a corkscrew in hand. Kory noted his hesitation… Perhaps they were troubling corks? She could certainly lend a hand. There was no jar, no bottle, she couldn’t open.
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Roy Harper - Arsenal
“We all fight for different things. But we all still fight."
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Apr 25, 2016 10:58:04 GMT -5
The music was right. The vibe was right. It was quite easy to get a little lost in it. Hmmm. Though Roy would put it more that he was completely rolling with it. Going along with the ride. He was hardly ever subtle. Not that he may have a little fluttering nerves inside. Roy was very good at not showing it and frankly with a microphone in his hand, it essentially felt comfortable like his array of weaponry and whilst there had definitely been. How does one call it? The pull, suppose like in a movie? Roy could definitely admit to something of the sort. The music was quite driving force, or least thats what Roy was pinning it down to, right now. As the meeting of the lovely hand of Summer, there was definitely a thrilling rush that jolted through him. Whether it was some unknowing nerves or just the entire rush of adrenaline. Either way, Roy completely went for it, not giving any fucks, if it was at all coming off cheesy. It wasn’t something he entirely planned, more generally felt in the moment and did not care for any near displeasure as he had planted a kiss on upon her hand in between words. Of course words, he wasn’t entirely sure he was fit to sing to her, but certainly he sung them none the less. Suppose he could also play it down, it was all just in the moment. Roy was often a good enough liar. If anything, really. The reaction. The ear to ear smile and light brightening her eyes. Was really worth it and Roy was definitely not the only one noticing. She definitely was her own spotlight. Though Roy lingered… He did not. Could not linger forever. With another tender kiss on her hand and even a motion of one to a cheek. Roy smiled. Before stepping back to his feet and following through the lyrics. Of course, feeling the rhythm of the beats. All music. All Heart.
~Ohh, Somebody make it stop. Yeahh. And pick me up, And just dust me off, Ohh. The rainy day flood, Will drowned all this love. Trapped at the bottom now, Please dig me up.~
Rolled off his tongue with ease and genuinely knowingly. With the songs he. The Band performed. One could probably sense he dealt with a lot of the bumps in relationships. Bad and good. It generally went hand in hand, maybe more bad than good or least it could feel that way… Music seemingly made anything easier… Well, so did booze, or at least Roy used to convince himself… Punching bad guys in face, didn’t hurt either of course. Or firing a few well pointed arrows… With the night still quite young, Roy was positive there be a ling he’d be swinging off of tonight. Not that he was exactly like Batman… No, no… Red was always best. Always! Which one could suggest was plentiful in his eye line right about now. As Roy centred the stage again and put the mic back in the stand. With the rhythm of his feet, Roy more than kept up with his vocals, even without his guitar. Hardly feeling naked at all, but suppose even if he was. Its unlikely Roy would come across as shy about it… Though as he sang through with the softness of his voice. Perhaps there was some vulnerability there. Tenderness. Lightness. Which ever it was. It moved naturally into the last words of the song and certainly Roy held it. Almost, sure most of the room felt it too. Whether with strong ears, strong hearts or strong dance moves.
~I figured out what it is all about. It's you that I could never live without. Your everything, The air that I breathe. Stupid not to know it all along, And everything I ever did was wrong. Sadly it's too late for sorry.~
Coming to a slightly more relaxed stance, Roy thanked the crowd on behalf of the band, with the slight catching of his breath and the small beads of sweat showing along his brow. He could feel comfortable enough that it was a good performance… A good night… Mixed music then came on the speakers in the venue, as the band and Roy packed up their equipment. Leaving whatever was need for any performances that may follow on the stage… Originally Roy had not planned to find that out, but suppose there was a bit more reason to stay now… That be worth enough to deal with the alcohol that Roy swore filled the room… Despite he was most occupied with putting his guitar back in its case. Getting rid of the sweat, the almost tears away. He’d like to say it did not take much effort to get himself sharp again… Though he was certainly not in high favour to get the bow tie back on, so for now he left it… It was still feeling rather warm… Roy then grabbed for a bottle of water and took a few good sips of it. Strapping his guitar case over his shoulder for the time being as he left the stage. Saying goodbyes, for now as his bandmates went in varies directions… Too chill out… Hmmm, suppose he shouldn’t be surprised, yet he still somewhat was. As some of the ladies, did in fact greet him as he exited… Annoyingly he could feel Dick echoing in his head, that it wasn’t exactly a good idea, spinning the usual it could risk his identity cover. Though Roy was sure he had it covered well enough… Who really could expect he had incredibly good aim? Thanking the ladies with a smile… Hug… Selfie… That was harmless enough.
Music - The Air That I Breathe
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