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Post by ishkabibble on Dec 7, 2015 23:26:16 GMT -8
((Lmao I’ll think of a punnier title later :’D))
The previous month was, quite frankly, crappy. A horrid near-death (no pun intended) experience at the New York Gardens, and an awful reception at a concert Winona had quite honestly looked forward to. Ugh, drunk frat guys were literal pigs in her opinion. It was enough to make her want to stay in her room for another month. After a nice lunch break the day before, though, she was feeling...better? She was still low-key angry, but not enough to stay cooped up until the next reap order. So here she was, back at the scene of the concert, mainly to retrieve her lanterns. She didn’t quite know what the plan for them was after October ended, and she was rather proud of them. Now, how she was going to reach the darned things, she didn’t quite know. Maybe she could charm some tall guys to grab them for her. Walking briskly, she crossed through HQ, heading directly to the huge tree at the center of the grounds. Humming a song as she went, her mind drifted back to that concert, as much as she tried to forget it. She felt personally offended by the way the audience reacted! And th-that white haired rag-a-muffin sitting in the tree, egging them on! Oh, she had some choice words for that rube if she ever saw ‘em again. Very choice. ((sorry for this being so small ;; )
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Post by misterrainbow on Dec 10, 2015 12:18:15 GMT -8
((s'all good. Sorry for getting back to you so late! ;v;))
Winona would soon discover she was not the only one retrieving lanterns today. As the tempered young woman encroached upon the tree, a distinct voice carried aloft it's branches with the words of a familiar song. One sure to boil her blood and raise a tamper once she recognized it's source. Perched on the branches high over head, a very specific white haired rag-a-muffin was picking lanterns from the tree like fat, ripe fruits for a November harvest. All the time, belting out the familiar, parodied verse:
"Hard hearted Hannan, My queen from Savannah. She chills me, she thrills me, I drown in her beauty. She might be mean, but I know she's mine! That Hard Hearted Hannah~, My Queeeen-- from Savannah!"
Each of Maxwell's arms were strewn with lanterns, most of which [probably] didn't even belong to the colorful little man. Particularly considering one of the Many lanterns hanging from his left arm belonged to Winona herself. This one wasn't as colorful as the others hanging across his limbs, but the message it bore brought a giggle to his tune. The words 'Let my people go' suited him, though he'd the mind to slap a goldfish sticker on the side. "Soon," he cooed to himself.
"Soon I shall free ALL the feeshes. Just you wait!", the man cackled to himself as he bent to pluck another lantern from the strings tied to the branch beneath him.
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Post by ishkabibble on Dec 11, 2015 13:52:23 GMT -8
As she got closer to the tree, Winona started to look more visibly perturbed, arms folded tightly to her chest. Thinking about that guy in the tree was upsetting, but best to forget ‘em, right? She had better things to think about, and one bad reception shouldn’t spoil her mood for too long. But as soon as she thought that, a...vaguely familiar tune started wafting through the air. She froze, listening hard, trying to place it. It sounded like…a broken version of Hard Hearted Hannah?...Oh, hell no. She craned her neck to look up into the tree, setting her eyes on an all-too familiar sight of some white-haired jerkwad with his arms full of lanterns. Including one of hers.
Face twisting into a scowl, she balled up her fists and began angrily marching towards the base of the tree. How dare that little snit! She had half a mind to knock him out of the dang tree!...Which actually wasn’t quite a bad idea. Making it to the tree, she looked around its base to find something to throw. There—a nice rock the size of her fist. He wasn’t too high up, and a decent throw could at least give him a bruise. He’d probably be fine.
She glared up at the fella for a moment, hearing him say something about...fish? Ugh. She pulled her rock-throwin’ hand back, and shouted, “Hey, you!” And then she let it fly, aiming at the lantern-hoarder.
((No problem!! Also you can decide if the rock actually hits him :’D))
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Post by misterrainbow on Dec 11, 2015 20:19:30 GMT -8
Another lantern was promptly added to Maxwell's hoard, slipped upon his right arm with a small bout of fuss and fight to make it fit with the dozen others he toted. He was about to stake his claim on another lantern when a rock, that was surely meant for his head, came whizzing out of no where and smacked his poor fingers. Maxwell recoiled from the thing, bright eyes flashing towards whomever had hollered, a thin smile tightening his lips. Though at the fist sight of Winona, the tightness softened as Maxwell's smile widened with a gasp and a giggle. "HANNAH! My Queen! There you are! I wondered where you'd gone! Whee have you been hiding, you sneaky little song bird~"
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Post by ishkabibble on Dec 17, 2015 22:51:09 GMT -8
Well, that surely wasn’t the outcome she had wanted. He was still on the darned tree, walkin’ around like some sort of blotto. And then he spoke. Winona’s face went through a series of shock, incredulousness, to straight-up disgust. What the hell was wrong with this pale palooka?! Hm, maybe he was just ossified. She crossed her arms tightly, eyes narrowing. “My name isn’t Hannah, you rummy, it’s Winona. And I’m not your damn queen.” She spoke coldly, almost spitting out the last part.
“I want my lantern back, then I want an apology for your shitty behavior during my performance!” she shouted, before adding, “Put back those other lanterns too.” If the guy was drunk, she didn’t know how much of that he’d actually listen to, if any.
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Post by misterrainbow on Dec 17, 2015 23:20:38 GMT -8
Maxwell gasped at Winona, clearly shocked by her foul tongue. It was just one word, and hardly anything he hadn't heard before, but he played it up none the less. "Oooooh--Hanny, That's a DIRTY word. Why I'd be floored if Sisi didn't tart your tongue with castor oil. Lucky you, she's not here." He tsked his tongue more than a few times, but the scold was hardly effective for the permanent smile hung cheek to cheek across his face.
Tucking back his tongue to kiss his poor abused fingers, he simply shook off the sting and continued to pick up the lantern he'd been cuckolded by rock fire from. "Wha'dya all sore like for, Hannah? Them Guns still gotcha all up in a hissy? Awe, don't you mind them! I thought ya was grand! Din't ya hear my Serenade at the show? Or'd those smocks steal the stage?" As soon as the lantern was detached and hung on his wrist, He turned about to crouch like a bird and stare down at the woman below him. A curious tilt cocking his head sideways at an odd little angle.
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Post by ishkabibble on Jan 29, 2016 2:44:14 GMT -8
Winona’s eyes narrowed to slits as the lily-pale pill kept on talking, lips becoming a thin line. She damn well didn’t know who Si-Si was, and that guy’s condescending, infantilizing tone was making her blood boil. And, serenade?! For cryin’ out loud, If this little white boy thought that was a serenade, he surely had to be hopped-up or hoary-eyed. Dealing with drunk guys was something she was used to with her job, but without pay involved, she didn't quite want to.She was quite ready to cast a kitten, but she was trying really hard not to. Was this guy worth it?...Her lanterns were. “I have a whole lot more dirty words for ya, Jeff.” She hissed, crossing her arms even tighter. “Use. My. Damn. Name.” Each word came out like fire, Winona not understanding why this guy couldn’t comprehend the simplest concept. He was demeaning her, right? Was that his plan at the concert too? Derail her singing just to belittle her? She didn’t find it funny. “I don’t quite think you found it grand, Icky. Or you have a screwy way of showin’ it.” She added, glaring at the guy. ((there's a lot of weird slang haha;; ) |
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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 29, 2016 8:29:31 GMT -8
(( Bring it on! :'D ))
"Ain't that what I said? Hannah? Hanny? Hanini?" She didn't seem to like the name he'd given her. Shame. Hannah was terribly suiting to the angry woman. BOY was she angry, too. He really didn't get why, either, as was apparent by his oblivious little smile.
"Say's you! It was the Grandest show I seen since Miss Ella! You've the the tongue of a Tin-Pan, and I'll be darned if Fitz' herself didn't agree." He gave a resolute nod to emphasize his opinion, not that Winona would likely care what he thought by this point. He was bound to give he a piece of his mind, nonetheless. He was a fan, after all! "I can't wait for the next show! You''ll be singing over Christmas, wont ya? I could get you a real nice hook up with the Radio Room and you could sing on the tube--I'm sure Toto wont mind! They could really use a little pick me up jazz time--"
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Post by ishkabibble on Feb 6, 2016 10:16:59 GMT -8
Winona had had it with this little white guy. She didn't have the time or energy to deal with white folks intentionally messing up her name; such an easy name as hers! Now she was deciding whether to just storm off, or climb that tree and throttle the sap. Her throws weren't that good, but her kicks were. Her lip curled into a small snarl as she glared at him, hissing one more time. "My name is WINONA. You obnoxious little white cr--"
"It was the Grandest show I seen since Miss Ella!"
She stopped talking, expression instantly softening. Ella...Being compared to the great Ella Fitzgerald wasn’t quite something Winona was used to. Did he really mean that? And then the guy mentioned the Radio Room. She’d never sang for them, as much as she’d wanted too...Nor had she actually ever talked to Toto--er, Tolo.
She sighed deeply, pinching her nose for a moment, trying to calm down. “...Thank you.” She said, unfolding her arms, and placing one hand on her hip. “...I didn’t have plans to sing for Christmas, no. Could ya really get me in with Tolo? Or are you just spoutin’ off? ”
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Post by misterrainbow on Feb 9, 2016 0:13:01 GMT -8
Catching the tone of interest in the woman's tone, Maxwell's heart leaped, and so did he. Right off the side of the tree limb and onto a wire, from which a string of lanterns hung. He bellowed an inhuman screech of glee as the bounced once with a rattle of glowing lanterns, just before it snapped from one of it's anchors and sent the little cretin swooping down and into the bushes below. Despite the rough landing, He gaggled it off with laughter as he struggled to disentangle himself and find his footing. "Me and Toto go WAY back! I can DEFINITELY hook you up with a singin' can!" Or so he'd try. He'd be damned and determined, at the very least. "Can you imagine!? The great Queens of Jazz--live on the tube!!! I'd give my left pocket of sugar cubes for that!"
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Post by ishkabibble on Mar 24, 2016 14:35:25 GMT -8
Winona was taken extremely off-guard when the guy started screeching, almost jumping out of her skin. Jeepers-creepers, what was wrong with this fella? She watched those lanterns fall with him, wincing slightly at the thought of them being destroyed. Well, not that most of the lanterns appeared to have any thought put into them (some of them looked down-right vulgar). Oh well. She rested her hand on her cheek as she imagined the possibilities of a radio performance; more exposure, fame, more gigs? The possibility of more cash didn’t hurt either. A small grin came to her face, before turning back to the pale palooka.
“Queens of Jazz, huh...You’d better be on the level, fella.” She said, folding her arms again—in a less threatening manor, just...chill. “If you really got me on the radio, I’d appreciate it. But I don’t appreciate you disrespecting me by not using my name, okay? Call me ‘Win’ if it’s that hard for you to remember.”
Though, he did call Tolo, ‘Toto’, so maybe he couldn’t remember anyone’s names. He mentioned sugar cubes? Maybe that was his issue. Unless he meant some analogy for meth, heh.
"...What's your name, anyways?"
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Post by misterrainbow on Apr 14, 2016 17:52:15 GMT -8
As he was kicking and hoppin' free of the brush and the wires like a one legged jack-a-lope, Maxwell stopped to give the fair lady a questionable smile. "Win-a-what? What's a matter with Hannah? You don't like Hannah? I thought it was rather swell myself. Cuz she and you is like vocalized dames of the same shadow--No? Okay, hmm...."
He spent a thoughtful moment shaking lanterns off his limbs, a few of them a little bit crushed and dinged but in relatively tact condition. And when an arm was mostly free of it's adornments, he thrust it's open hand stiffly in Winona's direction to take a hand and give it a firm and over zealous shake. "Why, I'm Mister Rainbow! Thee one and only--What about Jazzabelle? Like Jazz and Belle like 'Pretty Jazz'? Or......Oh! How bout QUEENY!? Queen-pin? Queen bee..... Wait, no, no, that's not as catchy. Golly, I really liked Hannah....."
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