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WHO: basil and YOU
WHERE: empty basketball courts, rec high, rec u, bosuma
WHEN: different points of the month
WHAT: cliche midnight rain dance scene,
WARNINGS: none really...
PUBLIC DISTURBANCE; rec high, rec university
A. REC HIGH
[it's around the end of a normal school day when the PA system comes to life. the typical expectation of a name called is upended by the gentle strums of a guitar. the start of a song–an acoustic guitar track with the undercurrent of a gentle beat. a slightly altered vocal track slides in and slowly the acoustic track turns into a smooth, melancholic R&B track.
it's a good song, just a startling one. and kind of totally inappropriate for the schoolday. lessons are interrupted throughout the school as teachers scramble to find out who hijacked the school speakers.
the culprit has left already, no remnants in the office and a lack of anything suspicious. throughout the school, the only changes are a CD taped to Maki's locker and a stranger in a beanie sleeping on top of the bleachers outside. approach him and he'll lift his cap from his eyes and wave. doesn't matter if you're a teacher, student, or delinquent.]
A. REC U
[on a different day of the month, the same incident happens on a smaller scale at the university.
it's a seminar room, a professor mid-presentation when the speakers are hijacked. microsoft sam graces the room, reading... what sounds like class notes? weird. a mixture of sampled beats come to support the "vocals", creating a unique composition influenced by the stylings of 90s rap.
this time the perpetrator isn't as smooth in his escape. someone rises from the back of the lecture hall,
sliding out amongst the confusion. it'd be quiet enough if the exit door didn't whine as he opened it.
the opportunity to give chase is there. and if pursuit isn't in your interests? well, in a show of true cockiness,
the criminal returns to the scene. sort of. he's faking taking notes on a bench directly outside of the hall despite definitely not being a student anyone's seen around before.]
II: GEORGE GEORGE GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE; bosuma
[bosuma is great, isn't it? so nice, peaceful. friendly animals and wonderful plants. a truly harmonious atmosphere. still, no one can stay in paradise for too long and as you approach the border of the trees, a less peaceful sight awaits.
namely: a giant man-eating frog doing its best to chomp at someone hanging from the vines above it. despite the dire situation, basil doesn't seem all that concerned. the frog jumps close, but there's a fair distance between it's mouth and his head as he hangs upside-down on a vine like an acrobat. also throwing rocks at it. or... throwing his last rock at it.
damn.]
Hey, could you toss me some more rocks?
[to absolutely anyone who's watching this minor spectacle.]
III: CLICHE DANCE MOVIE SCENE; around midnight, rainy basketball court in some part of rec
[a basketball court can turn into anything depending on who occupies it. tonight, in the near darkness of a thunderous downpour, it becomes a dance studio. with only a hoodie to protect him from the rain, basil dances, seemingly unbothered by the weather or the cracked and rough concrete of the court. he goes through multiple routines in their completion, never once stopping. whether it's a simpler, practice routine or the complex. there's no show of exhaustion as he goes from spins to upside-down pirouettes to continuous flares. from afar, it's beautiful, a fluid, choreographed dance to silence. it's only on closer inspection that the damage can be seen: scraped elbows and bloodied knees, worn to breaking from the rough concrete. even the fingerless gloves he's been wearing are worn, the fabric eaten away in most spots.
eventually, it's enough that he has to stop. take out his headphones and head to the fringe of the court, digging through in search of... the bare remains of cloth bandages. they don't look like they're in the best of shape, almost if he's reusing the scraps he can find.
but even then...]
Shit.
[it's not enough.]
WHERE: empty basketball courts, rec high, rec u, bosuma
WHEN: different points of the month
WHAT: cliche midnight rain dance scene,
WARNINGS: none really...
PUBLIC DISTURBANCE; rec high, rec university
A. REC HIGH
[it's around the end of a normal school day when the PA system comes to life. the typical expectation of a name called is upended by the gentle strums of a guitar. the start of a song–an acoustic guitar track with the undercurrent of a gentle beat. a slightly altered vocal track slides in and slowly the acoustic track turns into a smooth, melancholic R&B track.
it's a good song, just a startling one. and kind of totally inappropriate for the schoolday. lessons are interrupted throughout the school as teachers scramble to find out who hijacked the school speakers.
the culprit has left already, no remnants in the office and a lack of anything suspicious. throughout the school, the only changes are a CD taped to Maki's locker and a stranger in a beanie sleeping on top of the bleachers outside. approach him and he'll lift his cap from his eyes and wave. doesn't matter if you're a teacher, student, or delinquent.]
A. REC U
[on a different day of the month, the same incident happens on a smaller scale at the university.
it's a seminar room, a professor mid-presentation when the speakers are hijacked. microsoft sam graces the room, reading... what sounds like class notes? weird. a mixture of sampled beats come to support the "vocals", creating a unique composition influenced by the stylings of 90s rap.
this time the perpetrator isn't as smooth in his escape. someone rises from the back of the lecture hall,
sliding out amongst the confusion. it'd be quiet enough if the exit door didn't whine as he opened it.
the opportunity to give chase is there. and if pursuit isn't in your interests? well, in a show of true cockiness,
the criminal returns to the scene. sort of. he's faking taking notes on a bench directly outside of the hall despite definitely not being a student anyone's seen around before.]
II: GEORGE GEORGE GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE; bosuma
[bosuma is great, isn't it? so nice, peaceful. friendly animals and wonderful plants. a truly harmonious atmosphere. still, no one can stay in paradise for too long and as you approach the border of the trees, a less peaceful sight awaits.
namely: a giant man-eating frog doing its best to chomp at someone hanging from the vines above it. despite the dire situation, basil doesn't seem all that concerned. the frog jumps close, but there's a fair distance between it's mouth and his head as he hangs upside-down on a vine like an acrobat. also throwing rocks at it. or... throwing his last rock at it.
damn.]
Hey, could you toss me some more rocks?
[to absolutely anyone who's watching this minor spectacle.]
III: CLICHE DANCE MOVIE SCENE; around midnight, rainy basketball court in some part of rec
[a basketball court can turn into anything depending on who occupies it. tonight, in the near darkness of a thunderous downpour, it becomes a dance studio. with only a hoodie to protect him from the rain, basil dances, seemingly unbothered by the weather or the cracked and rough concrete of the court. he goes through multiple routines in their completion, never once stopping. whether it's a simpler, practice routine or the complex. there's no show of exhaustion as he goes from spins to upside-down pirouettes to continuous flares. from afar, it's beautiful, a fluid, choreographed dance to silence. it's only on closer inspection that the damage can be seen: scraped elbows and bloodied knees, worn to breaking from the rough concrete. even the fingerless gloves he's been wearing are worn, the fabric eaten away in most spots.
eventually, it's enough that he has to stop. take out his headphones and head to the fringe of the court, digging through in search of... the bare remains of cloth bandages. they don't look like they're in the best of shape, almost if he's reusing the scraps he can find.
but even then...]
Shit.
[it's not enough.]
public disturbance!! (high school ver obviously)
[ She sort of waves the CD in the air, before moving to kick his feet so she can make space for herself. ]
Thanks for the gift-- also, move.
[ She settles down on the bleachers beside him, turning the clear plastic CD case in her hands. ]
But seriously-- aren't you always complaining about how your dad works you to the bone? And then you choose to spend your day off here of all places?
no subject
It was important.
[just lets that sit before he thinks of a more important question]
Did you mind that I kept your voice in it?
public disturbances at the uni;
I didn't know you're also taking up music. [ crosses his arms in a huff ] And I also didn't know you go to university in the first place.
[ should he call the guards? how did he even get here? ]
no subject
I don't.
[stretching, he leans back in his seat.] And I'm not.
[there's no way he could make a career out of it. other people, sure. not him.] Just something I do for fun. It helps with routines.
no subject