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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 13, 2008 8:36:58 GMT -5
Scaramouche let out a sigh as she leaned on the bar table. She stared down into her glass, glaring at her reflexion. She hated to admit this, but with Galileo out on another gotta go save the world journey, she felt very lonely. She doesn't understand why he had to leave her behind all the time! She downed the rest of her drink and slumped forward on the table, humming slightly. " Can anybody find me... somebody to love?" she sang quietly.
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Post by Ramona on Oct 13, 2008 15:38:04 GMT -5
Ramona walked down the corridor to the bar, humming quietly to herself and grinning at passing Bohemians. Since Wembly, there had been more converted Ga Ga kids turning up at the revamped Heartbreak and Ramona had had her work cut out for her making sure the younger ones learnt the old ways of Rock n Roll. Their endless, enthusiastic questions were starting to irritate her though so she had left them with Pop while she headed for a quick drink & sit down at the bar.
Reaching the doorway, Romana paused as she spotted the usually loud & sarcastic Scaramouche leaning on the bar and looking rather fed up. She briefly considered heading back to her room, as mixing a bouncy Ramona and a fed up/annoyed Scaramouche had been known to have some loud conciquences. However, Ramona hated to see people upset, so she walked over to where the older girl was sat and bounced up onto the bar stool next to her.
"Hey Mouche" she said, concern evident in her voice "whats up?"
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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 13, 2008 15:53:11 GMT -5
Scaramouche glanced at Ramona then looked back down into her empty glass.
"It's nothing!" she snapped.
Scaramouche never really talked about how she felt with many people, mainly Galileo and Oz. But she did hear the note of concern in Ramona's voice so she let out a sigh.
"I'm just worried and pissed off about Figgy. He's left again to save Rock and Roll and I have no clue when he's coming back!" she let out an irritated growl. " Oh you can't come babe, it's too dangerous! I don't want to see you get hurt! I have to do this on my own!" she said, mimicking Galileo's voice.
Scaramouche slammed her hand down on the table. " He says he has to do this on his own when if if wasn't for me, he'd still be standing at Wembley, crying because it was in ruins! Who was the one that inspired him to keep playing the music? Me! Who was the one that played the Hairy Ones Axe? Me!" she spat angrily.
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Post by Ramona on Oct 13, 2008 16:24:43 GMT -5
Ramona jumped as Scaramouche slammed her hand on the table and resisted the urge to do a comedy "falling off the bar stool" act. She felt it wouldn't really be appropriate.
Biting her lip, she struggled with what to say...she could see Scara's point. It had been her who played the guitar. And she could see the sense in what Galileo was saying, there were still some police out there who were rounding up anyone who even looked vaguely Bohemian. It was safer out there these days but not much. The thing was, if it hadn't been for both Scaramouche and Galileo then everyone would still be in GaGa land and the Bohemians would be left to rot in the Seven Seas...really the pair should be out there.
"Well...I can sort of see where he's coming from..." Ramona began, choosing her words carfully "But I can see your point too...really it took both of you to make it happen. When is he coming back? You can always tell him that you think it needs both of you and go with him. " She paused...Scaramouche had probably told him that already...in fact thinking on it, Ramona could vaguely remember hearing an argument between them about it.
"Maybe he thinks you should be doing something here? Like helping with the musical instruments or something."
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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 13, 2008 16:39:57 GMT -5
Scaramouche narrowed her eyes when Ramona agreed with Galileo. What, did they all think she was just a defenseless little girl? If she got in trouble, she would be able to fend for herself. She then listened to the rest of what Ramona had to say. She then let out an exasperated sigh.
"Thats the thing, I don't know when he's coming back!" she cried, throwing her arms in the air. " Each time he leaves, he's gone for longer and longer periods of time! And you guys don't need me here to help with instruments, your all able to do that on your own!"
Scaramouche stood up, poured herself a new glass of alcohol, downed it in one gulp and slumped down even lower on the table, resting her head on her arms.
" Sometimes I just feel useless..." she mumbled.
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Post by Ramona on Oct 13, 2008 17:16:51 GMT -5
Ramona frowned. "Thats totally daft Scara. We do need help with the instruments, you're the only one who really knows what they're supposed to sound like, and you know how to play them. Plus the new kids admire you and would be eager to listen to what you have to say." Ramona paused for a breath and contunied. "And there's no way in hell you're useless, Mouche. Like I said, you're the one with all the instrument knowledge. And it took both of you to stop Globalsoft. I wouldn't call that useless. In fact if thats useless then I'm a GaGa girl." Shuddering at the thought, Ramona reached behind the bar and grabbed herself a bottle of fruit juice. She'd leave the alcohol until later in the evening once she'd delt with the rest of the new kids. She also grabbed a packet of crisps and opened them between her and Scara.
"Galileo knows you can look after yourself...I think he's just worried incase those pigs get you. They've gotten more voilent to make up for the fact that there's less of them. God knows what they'd do to either of you if they were captured."
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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 13, 2008 18:15:03 GMT -5
Scaramouche glanced at Ramona and smirked slightly, imagining the younger girl as a dumb Ga Ga girl and grabbed a crisp,throwing it in her mouth. She chewed slowly, mulling over her words.
" I guess you're right." she said. " I'm sorry if I snapped at you. I'm just worried about Figgy. What if he gets captured and killed?" she asked, her green eyes filling with dread. " I don't think I can live without him!"
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Post by Ramona on Oct 13, 2008 18:42:59 GMT -5
Ramona smiled as Scaramouche grabbed a crisp and then thought about what would happen if Gaz was caught. The police would at least torture him and try to break his spirit. Like Scaramouche said, they would probably kill him. The Bohemians would almost be back to square one if that happened. Shaking her head to clear those thoughts, she spoke.
"Don't worry, I'd probably snap at people too if the guy I cared about was out there. As for Galileo, well we just gotta hope that he is clever enough not to get captured. Plus he has some of the other guys with him, they'll make sure he's ok." She gave what she hoped was an encouraging smile. "How about you do something to take your mind off it? If you want you can help me sort out some of the new kids. They need a make over and some proper names. Some are still a bit Ga Ga." She pulled a face. "Or if you'd rather stick needles in your eyes I think Big Macca is trying to put together a drum kit over in the rehersal room."
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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 14, 2008 15:11:33 GMT -5
" Yeah... your right. I should have nothing to worry about." Scaramouche sighed, though she still was. She turned around and faced Ramona. " Well, even though it would be a good laugh to see Big Macca trying to build a drum, I guess I'll help you out with the newbies."
Scaramouche jumped off of the barstool and wobbled slightly, then began to walk away. She paused and glanced back a Ramona. " Thank you... for sitting with me. Now are you coming or what!"
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Post by Ramona on Oct 14, 2008 15:52:19 GMT -5
Ramona smiled and bounced off the stool to catch up with Scaramouche, grabbing the last of the crisps in one hand. "Its ok Mouche. Now lets find Pop before he tells the poor kids about where he hid the vidayo tapre all those years." Ramona grimaced. Pop had told her the tale of the tapre just as she had been holding it. It had taken all her will not to throw it away and she had washed her hands for nearly half an hour after. Needless to say Oz had found that hilarious and teased her about it for days afterwards.
Ramona started walking down the corridor towards where she had left the kids and Pop. She really hoped he wouldn't tell them about his impromptue storage place for the scrolls...it would give them nightmares. A grin spread across Ramona's face and she turned to Scaramouche. "Race ya to the lounge! Last one there is a GaGa Girl!" She set off at a run, laughing at the immaturity of it.
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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 14, 2008 15:58:37 GMT -5
Scaramouche laughed and shook her head, taking off after Ramona. " No fair! I have shorter legs than you!" she called laughing as she ran.
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Post by Ramona on Oct 14, 2008 17:10:10 GMT -5
Ramona grinned and called back "Better hurry up then!"
Ramona sped down the corridor and round the corner, and ran smack into Madonna. The pair of them tumbled to the floor and lay there groaning.
"Oww...'moana..." "Gnngggnnn..." she muttered, rubbing her head.
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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 14, 2008 17:29:12 GMT -5
Scaramouche laughed as she ran but once she turned the corner, she let out a yelp when she tripped over the moaning heap on the floor that was Ramona and Madonna. She tumbled over them and landed face down on the ground. She let out a groan.
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Post by Ramona on Oct 15, 2008 9:30:27 GMT -5
Ramona let out a yelp as Scaramouche tripped over and landed part on her. The three of them groaned and Ramona grimaced.
"Well so much for finding Pop" she muttered. "You ok Mouche?" she gently prodded Scara and hoped she wasn't too hurt. Benieth her, Madonna grunted and tried to move. "Are you going to get off me any time soon?" Ramona stuck out her tongue "Ask nicely and I might."
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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 15, 2008 14:53:25 GMT -5
Scaramouche grunted when Ramona poked her.
" Yeah, I'm fine. I think." she mumbled
Scaramouche grimaced as she sat up and blew some of her purple fringe out of her eyes, trying to ignore the headache she felt coming on. She knew it was a bad thing to drink all that alcohol at once. The whole falling on her face thing didn't help at all with the situation either.
" You okay Ramona? Mads?" she asked.
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