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Post by Galileo Figaro on Oct 17, 2008 16:40:24 GMT -5
Galileo Figaro. The Dreamer. The One. It's what they all called him. The Saviour of Rock and Roll. The adjustment to these names had taken a while. He was used to being called "freek" and "wierdo" amongst other things. But there was one thing he still couldn't quite believe.
Her. The One. His One. Scaramouche. The bad arsed babe. His bad arsed babe.
He still couldn't believe that he had found the one. That Scaramouche was his baby. He knew she hated that word, yet still it just seemed to fit. He loved her. The Gods of Rock knew that. It was as plain as the nose on his face. He couldn't live without her. Not now. Not now they'd saved the planet from Gaga. Not now, not ever.
Galileo sat down at the bottom of the stairs, his long limbs hunched over as he pulled his knees to his chest, embracing them. He stared ahead, his gaze not focused anywhere in particular, coming to terms with what he'd managed to achieve in the short space of time he'd been accepted as a Bohemian.
Right now, life was great. Especially in Galileo Figaro's world.
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Post by Meatloaf on Oct 17, 2008 19:57:26 GMT -5
Oz was walking through the halls of the Heartbreak, humming a little tune when she spotted Galileo sitting on the stairs with a thoughtfull look on his face. She walked up to him.
" Hey babe." she said sitting down next to him. " What's up?" she asked, twirling a bright blue stand of hair around her finger.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Oct 18, 2008 8:35:23 GMT -5
Galileo was only vaguely aware of someone sitting beside him. He was still in his own world. It's you, you're all I see
A frown line creased Galileo's forehead as his face contorted slightly into confusion. "I thought they had stopped..." he muttered, his gaze shifting down towards the floor. Out the corner of his eye he saw an eccentric coloured hair twirling and dancing. He sat up straight, clearing his throat. "Oz," he said quickly, glancing at her. "I didn't see you there." He looked back down, playing with his fingers. "N-n-nothing," he stammered, cursing himself. "Just... thinking thats all." He gave a high pitched laugh. It sounded almost forced.
Silence decended. The Dreamer cleared his throat awkwardly before turning to Oz. "W-w-why?" he asked. "Why do you ask?" his voice was rising to an unnaturally high pitch again. Why? Why was it doing this? He had nothing to hide. Well, he'd not been around to speak to Scaramouche but that wasn't quite what was bothering him.
Or was it?
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Post by Meatloaf on Oct 18, 2008 9:59:27 GMT -5
Oz frowned slightly when she listened to Galileo stutter and his voice raised an octave. She thought he had lost his stutter a long time, back when he first joined the Bohemians. She knew he only stuttered when he got nervous, like he had something to hide. She also knew it was best not to pry about it, since she knew if it was important, he would no doubt mention it. But she did know that Scaramouche was in her room, and pretty sick, according to Aretha. Oz had just been on her way to see Scara when she had spotted Galileo.
Oz just glanced at Galileo and raised an eyebrow. " You seem to be even more off in your own world than usual. I'm just wondering why your not with Scara. Aretha told me she was in pretty bad shape when she saw her."
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Oct 19, 2008 11:13:23 GMT -5
Galileo felt his heart breaking at Oz's words. His Scaramouche was in bad shape. He hadn't seen her since he'd been back from his world-saving trip. He hadn't been able to find her; she'd either been out with Oz or Aretha or she'd locked herself in her room, refusing to allow anyone access.
What have I done? he asked himself in dismay.
"Do you know where she is?" he asked, jumping to his feet, his own worries and thoughts pushed aside. He needed to talk to Scaramouche. "Is she okay?" he began pacing up and down, his face creased with worry. Your my best friend. He couldn't look at Oz for fear of seeing something he knew he didn't want to see.
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Post by Meatloaf on Oct 20, 2008 11:17:10 GMT -5
Oz stared sadly at Galileo, hating to see the kid look so hurt at the thought of Scaramouche. " I'm not really sure how she's doin' but I beleive she's in her room. You should go check it out."
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