Post by Scootaloo on Jul 1, 2012 14:44:31 GMT -5
It's night, evening, with the club downstairs jumping at full blast! Hot, heavy, sweaty ponies, pounding the dance floor and waving thier hooves like they just don't care. Dubious substances aplenty, it's a sweet paradise of absolute sin, and it's the party Mixtape loves the most- so it's curious, as to why the little DJ has taken a break from the evenings debauchery and is sitting, calmy, quietly on the roof, over looking the town under the twinkling stars.
Vinyl_Scratch rocks the DJ deck downstairs, the club jumping and the night loud. She works the music like there's no tomorrow, like nothing matters but the beat, and that's what she does best. Noticing the time, she realises Mixtape should be around by now, and she finishes her song before slotting a CD into her Scratchdeck and zipping off stage after the applause. "Mixie?" Stepping out into the cool night through the back door, she looks around. "Mixie, you there?"
Mixtape Is leaning quietly, casually along the safety wall of the roof, over looking the city. "Hehehehe, yeah...no, no, it's cool, I'm totally fine. Happier than I've been in a long time, really. I gotta say, I don't think I've EVER felt this way about another mare before...hehehe, no way. No way, she TOTALLY does. It's the cutest part of her, and she thinks she's fat. But I think it's hot as she is!" The dj quips. Her back is turned to Vinyl and the door, and she seems to be off in her own little world. Those dubious substances at work, perhaps...
Vinyl_Scratch blinks. Is Mixtape... talking to... herself? Oh, Celestia. Hopping onto the roof through the cracks in the bricks and the piping, a breeze blows in her mane and causes an uncomfortable shiver. "M...Mixtape... darlin'...? You're... y-you're up... Are you okay?..."
Mixtape twists around immediately and squeaks! "Oh!...Hey Scratch....sup?" She asks, in her normal, raspy voice. She doesn't look like she's had TOO much partying. Her eyes are a little redder than normal but other wise, she seems lucid. She blushes faintly and nods. "Oh, yeah sure, just needed a little air, that's all. Hey...Hey, c'mere. Check this out. "She murmurs softly. Very soft dulcet sort of tone, and gestures over towards her with a hoof. Next to her, almost out of sight entirely is a medium sized bat thats hanging out on the rooftops edge. "This, is Razor. He's my best friend! And Razor, this is...uh...AhEM....t, this is my very special somepony. "Mixtape mumbles, blushing wildly. The little bat gives a quiet whistle, and flutters up on it's wings, elbowin' Mixie gently in the neck, as if to say "Ooooh, she's a hottie."
A parrot. Small in size, and evidently loud, comes squawking up and lands on Vinyl's shoulder at the sound of another bird... well, bird... type... mouse... thing. "Hello Viiiinyl! Hello Mixtape! Pretty ponies, kissy kissy!" Wingwub, the name of said parrot, begins to make childish kissy noises, the same way he always did when he saw Mixtape and Vinyl together. The DJ rolls her eyes. "Hi Razor. Meet Wingwub." she giggles, and Wingwub gives Razor a satisfied squawk and a tilt of his head in acknowledgement. She smiles at Mixie. "I think he likes him... Very Special Somepony." she winks.
Mixtape blushes furiously at being called someone's very special somepony but nods her head and turns towards the city again, taking in heavy breaths of fresh air. "...When I got my cutiemark...it was because I was trying to set up a concert in my school auditorium. I wanted it to be loud. LOUD. I wanted it to knock everypony's socks off. I wanted it to be the music they remembered, if nothing else. Music. Over. Everything. "She explains softly, while Razor lands atop her head and listens, perking a huge over sized ear up.
Vinyl_Scratch smiles, and trots over to Mixtape, lifting her chin up and pressing a long, meaningful kiss on her lips before breaking away. She listens intently as Mixie begins to talk, lowering her shades so she can properly fix her gaze on her partner's. "Yes?" she smiles earnestly, urging her to continue.
Mixtape takes in a deep breath at the kiss, and leans forward, nuzzling her neck along Scratch's. A very intimate, touching moment. It's very, VERY rare Mixie opens up like this- Scratch is having a major effect on her. "...So I did. Blew the roof down, blew the school apart!" She laughs. "Dust clears, everypony is ok- bam, got my cutiemark. ...Music notes, very cool...but there's a skull there. It's supposed to symbol that you know, I'm totally cool but music fits over EVERYthing. The greatest thing in life.." Mixtape sighs. "Even death. That's the concept. But, whatever. Didn't matter. Townsfolk of Trottin' ham didn't see it that way. Bloody tossers...I was just a foal, but they thought it was a cursed cutiemark. Well dries up? My fault. Bad harvest? My fault. Flood? My fault. Eventually the town grew scared...or mad...or whatever, and turned on my dad. Angry folks, they were. Very. Mom didn't wanna handle it, dad didn't know how to deal with it- but I knew just how to fix it. I ran away."
Vinyl_Scratch shivers a little at Mixtape's touch, returning it by gently kissing the other DJ's jaw. Hearing her tale, she frowns, pulling her closer. "Mixie... I never... no wonder..." She casts her mind back to her travels, back when she landed herself in Trottingham on tour. "The Trotters... they... they spoke of you a lot... while on tour. Some of them liked you... but some of them.. said you were trouble. Said I should stay away." She nuzzles Mixtape again, and Wingwub comes up closer to the lovers, crying to console in his own little way. "Little Mixtape." He chirps. "Pretty pony."
Mixtape waves a hoof. "So town turns against me. No friends, no family. All by myself as a littel foal. I devote myself to singing, and at least trying to earn a few bits a day. Move from town to town, try real hard to fit in, try real hard to keep going. "She sputters, and turns red at Vinyl's words. She twists about, and pulls her into a loving hug, gently pressing the tip of her horn against her own. A very intimate act between unicorns. "...I find out that my voice...my singing is my conduit for magic. It makes ponies act...strangely." She sighs.
Vinyl gasps at the next action, her horn sparking just once or twice and her face turning bright red. "Your voice..." she closes her eyes and relaxes into Mixtape's hooves, "...your voice when you... sang that one time... to make me better. It was... incredible. I couldn't top that. I can't top you at all. You're incredible." Tears threaten to leak from Scratch's eyes, but she squeezes them tight shut and tries to stay stronger.
Mixtape says, "So I'm trying to figure out this magic, right? Desperete foal on the streets, lookin for just a few bites to eat. I sing, ponies react. Depends on the song, depends on how I feel. I don't know all of the rules yet. So one day, I'm standin on a street corner. Singin' my heart out, ponies start fighting around me. They're SO angry for some reason. So mad, screaming and...and biting and kicking and raging...and......it's horrible. "She squeaks quietly. "Real horrible- so I run. I take off to the next town, and I don't stop and I don't look back until I get there. No more singing. Ever. Thats the new rule. "She sighs. "So Instead...I decide to start making music instead of singing it...and now I'm a DJ. "She explains.
Vinyl_Scratch gazes at Mixtape with new pain. "That's... I can't..." Holding the other DJ closer, she kisses her cheek and ears. Listening to the breeze around them, the soft swishing of the leaves on the ground, the scratches of the bird and bat sitting by them, she sighs, brushing her horn against Mixtape's. "Sing for me." she whispers. "I love you. Please."
Mixtape's ears fold back and she swallows nervously. Sing? Quietly, the mare pulls away and closes her eyes. "...I dig my hole you build a wall....I dig my hole you build a wall....one day...the wall is gonna fall..."
Vinyl_Scratch's ears perk right up at the sound of Mixtape's voice. Her mind swirls and by instinct, she brushes her horn against her partner's once more. The soft tones of the Trottingham mare weave their way through the DJ's heart, and she closes her eyes and finally, with a quiver of her lip, lets the tears stream. And guilt. Horrid, raging, furious guilt sweeps right through the mare until she's very almost sobbing out loud, because she knows she's unfaithful. Unfaithful to this beautiful sound. Unfaithful to the music. She can't keep it up.
Razor is crying when the song ends, silent little bat tears trickle down his cheeks and he rubs them away with a brush of his wings, just the same way Mixtape does- rubbing her tearful eyes with a hoof. "Ugh...s, sorry...sorry, I...sometimes I just sing what comes to mind...or whats in my heart. Shouldn't have been, shouldn't have sang that..."She stammers quietly, shaking away a few more tears before rousing herself back up. "Oy. Hey, lets head downstairs, huh? Feel like spinnin some sound. "She smiles broadly. A real, legit smile. For better or for worse, Vinyl brings out the best in Mixie.
When the song ends, Vinyl can do nothing but pull Mixtape into the deepest kiss imaginable, holding her close in her arms and letting the tears fall. Nothing matters anymore but the sound of the two mares' heartbeats, the heartbeats that carry on, no matter what. She gently opens her mouth and permisses her partner's tongue access, as she does the same, and they lock lips for a good while before Vinyl breaks away and breathes. Wingwub hops over to Razor and gives him the closest of what a parrot can reach to a smirk. "Kissy kissy!" He squawks. Vinyl ignores him, nuzzling Mixtape's neck before taking her hoof and helping her down. "We got this. Now, are we gonna raise the roof tonight or what?" She laughs, before the pair gallop back inside. Perhaps... perhaps tonight, she had made her choice. ~
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Vinyl_Scratch rocks the DJ deck downstairs, the club jumping and the night loud. She works the music like there's no tomorrow, like nothing matters but the beat, and that's what she does best. Noticing the time, she realises Mixtape should be around by now, and she finishes her song before slotting a CD into her Scratchdeck and zipping off stage after the applause. "Mixie?" Stepping out into the cool night through the back door, she looks around. "Mixie, you there?"
Mixtape Is leaning quietly, casually along the safety wall of the roof, over looking the city. "Hehehehe, yeah...no, no, it's cool, I'm totally fine. Happier than I've been in a long time, really. I gotta say, I don't think I've EVER felt this way about another mare before...hehehe, no way. No way, she TOTALLY does. It's the cutest part of her, and she thinks she's fat. But I think it's hot as she is!" The dj quips. Her back is turned to Vinyl and the door, and she seems to be off in her own little world. Those dubious substances at work, perhaps...
Vinyl_Scratch blinks. Is Mixtape... talking to... herself? Oh, Celestia. Hopping onto the roof through the cracks in the bricks and the piping, a breeze blows in her mane and causes an uncomfortable shiver. "M...Mixtape... darlin'...? You're... y-you're up... Are you okay?..."
Mixtape twists around immediately and squeaks! "Oh!...Hey Scratch....sup?" She asks, in her normal, raspy voice. She doesn't look like she's had TOO much partying. Her eyes are a little redder than normal but other wise, she seems lucid. She blushes faintly and nods. "Oh, yeah sure, just needed a little air, that's all. Hey...Hey, c'mere. Check this out. "She murmurs softly. Very soft dulcet sort of tone, and gestures over towards her with a hoof. Next to her, almost out of sight entirely is a medium sized bat thats hanging out on the rooftops edge. "This, is Razor. He's my best friend! And Razor, this is...uh...AhEM....t, this is my very special somepony. "Mixtape mumbles, blushing wildly. The little bat gives a quiet whistle, and flutters up on it's wings, elbowin' Mixie gently in the neck, as if to say "Ooooh, she's a hottie."
A parrot. Small in size, and evidently loud, comes squawking up and lands on Vinyl's shoulder at the sound of another bird... well, bird... type... mouse... thing. "Hello Viiiinyl! Hello Mixtape! Pretty ponies, kissy kissy!" Wingwub, the name of said parrot, begins to make childish kissy noises, the same way he always did when he saw Mixtape and Vinyl together. The DJ rolls her eyes. "Hi Razor. Meet Wingwub." she giggles, and Wingwub gives Razor a satisfied squawk and a tilt of his head in acknowledgement. She smiles at Mixie. "I think he likes him... Very Special Somepony." she winks.
Mixtape blushes furiously at being called someone's very special somepony but nods her head and turns towards the city again, taking in heavy breaths of fresh air. "...When I got my cutiemark...it was because I was trying to set up a concert in my school auditorium. I wanted it to be loud. LOUD. I wanted it to knock everypony's socks off. I wanted it to be the music they remembered, if nothing else. Music. Over. Everything. "She explains softly, while Razor lands atop her head and listens, perking a huge over sized ear up.
Vinyl_Scratch smiles, and trots over to Mixtape, lifting her chin up and pressing a long, meaningful kiss on her lips before breaking away. She listens intently as Mixie begins to talk, lowering her shades so she can properly fix her gaze on her partner's. "Yes?" she smiles earnestly, urging her to continue.
Mixtape takes in a deep breath at the kiss, and leans forward, nuzzling her neck along Scratch's. A very intimate, touching moment. It's very, VERY rare Mixie opens up like this- Scratch is having a major effect on her. "...So I did. Blew the roof down, blew the school apart!" She laughs. "Dust clears, everypony is ok- bam, got my cutiemark. ...Music notes, very cool...but there's a skull there. It's supposed to symbol that you know, I'm totally cool but music fits over EVERYthing. The greatest thing in life.." Mixtape sighs. "Even death. That's the concept. But, whatever. Didn't matter. Townsfolk of Trottin' ham didn't see it that way. Bloody tossers...I was just a foal, but they thought it was a cursed cutiemark. Well dries up? My fault. Bad harvest? My fault. Flood? My fault. Eventually the town grew scared...or mad...or whatever, and turned on my dad. Angry folks, they were. Very. Mom didn't wanna handle it, dad didn't know how to deal with it- but I knew just how to fix it. I ran away."
Vinyl_Scratch shivers a little at Mixtape's touch, returning it by gently kissing the other DJ's jaw. Hearing her tale, she frowns, pulling her closer. "Mixie... I never... no wonder..." She casts her mind back to her travels, back when she landed herself in Trottingham on tour. "The Trotters... they... they spoke of you a lot... while on tour. Some of them liked you... but some of them.. said you were trouble. Said I should stay away." She nuzzles Mixtape again, and Wingwub comes up closer to the lovers, crying to console in his own little way. "Little Mixtape." He chirps. "Pretty pony."
Mixtape waves a hoof. "So town turns against me. No friends, no family. All by myself as a littel foal. I devote myself to singing, and at least trying to earn a few bits a day. Move from town to town, try real hard to fit in, try real hard to keep going. "She sputters, and turns red at Vinyl's words. She twists about, and pulls her into a loving hug, gently pressing the tip of her horn against her own. A very intimate act between unicorns. "...I find out that my voice...my singing is my conduit for magic. It makes ponies act...strangely." She sighs.
Vinyl gasps at the next action, her horn sparking just once or twice and her face turning bright red. "Your voice..." she closes her eyes and relaxes into Mixtape's hooves, "...your voice when you... sang that one time... to make me better. It was... incredible. I couldn't top that. I can't top you at all. You're incredible." Tears threaten to leak from Scratch's eyes, but she squeezes them tight shut and tries to stay stronger.
Mixtape says, "So I'm trying to figure out this magic, right? Desperete foal on the streets, lookin for just a few bites to eat. I sing, ponies react. Depends on the song, depends on how I feel. I don't know all of the rules yet. So one day, I'm standin on a street corner. Singin' my heart out, ponies start fighting around me. They're SO angry for some reason. So mad, screaming and...and biting and kicking and raging...and......it's horrible. "She squeaks quietly. "Real horrible- so I run. I take off to the next town, and I don't stop and I don't look back until I get there. No more singing. Ever. Thats the new rule. "She sighs. "So Instead...I decide to start making music instead of singing it...and now I'm a DJ. "She explains.
Vinyl_Scratch gazes at Mixtape with new pain. "That's... I can't..." Holding the other DJ closer, she kisses her cheek and ears. Listening to the breeze around them, the soft swishing of the leaves on the ground, the scratches of the bird and bat sitting by them, she sighs, brushing her horn against Mixtape's. "Sing for me." she whispers. "I love you. Please."
Mixtape's ears fold back and she swallows nervously. Sing? Quietly, the mare pulls away and closes her eyes. "...I dig my hole you build a wall....I dig my hole you build a wall....one day...the wall is gonna fall..."
Vinyl_Scratch's ears perk right up at the sound of Mixtape's voice. Her mind swirls and by instinct, she brushes her horn against her partner's once more. The soft tones of the Trottingham mare weave their way through the DJ's heart, and she closes her eyes and finally, with a quiver of her lip, lets the tears stream. And guilt. Horrid, raging, furious guilt sweeps right through the mare until she's very almost sobbing out loud, because she knows she's unfaithful. Unfaithful to this beautiful sound. Unfaithful to the music. She can't keep it up.
Razor is crying when the song ends, silent little bat tears trickle down his cheeks and he rubs them away with a brush of his wings, just the same way Mixtape does- rubbing her tearful eyes with a hoof. "Ugh...s, sorry...sorry, I...sometimes I just sing what comes to mind...or whats in my heart. Shouldn't have been, shouldn't have sang that..."She stammers quietly, shaking away a few more tears before rousing herself back up. "Oy. Hey, lets head downstairs, huh? Feel like spinnin some sound. "She smiles broadly. A real, legit smile. For better or for worse, Vinyl brings out the best in Mixie.
When the song ends, Vinyl can do nothing but pull Mixtape into the deepest kiss imaginable, holding her close in her arms and letting the tears fall. Nothing matters anymore but the sound of the two mares' heartbeats, the heartbeats that carry on, no matter what. She gently opens her mouth and permisses her partner's tongue access, as she does the same, and they lock lips for a good while before Vinyl breaks away and breathes. Wingwub hops over to Razor and gives him the closest of what a parrot can reach to a smirk. "Kissy kissy!" He squawks. Vinyl ignores him, nuzzling Mixtape's neck before taking her hoof and helping her down. "We got this. Now, are we gonna raise the roof tonight or what?" She laughs, before the pair gallop back inside. Perhaps... perhaps tonight, she had made her choice. ~
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