Post by Mixtap3 on Oct 21, 2012 3:32:38 GMT -5
Done. It's all, finally, ****ing done. The last of the boxes are packed, the booze is all loaded up, the equipment is gone, the lights are dead and a dreadful, horrible, breath taking sound fills the air of Mixtape's club: The sound of silence. It's all over- this is the day when the music stopped. With Red back with her husband, Vinyal with her new husband, and Glamour all taken care of- there's nothing left in Ponyville for Mixtape anymore. She steps out into the middle of her club, looking around quietly, catching stray memories here and there, and thats when it all hits her at once- she's moving on. Everything is coming to and end...and everypony came out on top except for her. Her lip quivers, her eyes mist, and there, in the dead silence of her club- Moody Miss Mixtape- independent, hateful, vengeful, and a stones throw away from being a villain- breaks down, and she cries. She lost her one true love, her fans, her club and everyone...it's all just too much.
Suddenly, there is music as Dynamite's voice is heard through the darkness, "If you're scared then walk away, cause there's no need to fell ashamed... yeah we all feel the same. I fell in love with rock and fall.. until I found out it was false, and plastered on a face for me. Woah! Where's your passion, where's your fire tonight? Woah! I can't believe there's nothing you're willing to hide. Woah! I want to believe - I set my body on fire so I could be free!" There is a rush of heat and light as the darkness melts away to reveal the red and black maned young teen stallion, dressed in a flaming trench coat and a spiked collar about his throat.
Mixtape can't keep it up anymore. She just can't. Her shields all torn to peices, vuneral and open, she sniffles back a few tears, best she can, and reaches up to rub the rest of them away. "Haaa....*Sniff*... R, Rave? Thought you took off for good?" She calls to the other pony. She really doesn't have any energy left to put into her persona right now...She can't pretend to be tough, can't cover 'hurt' with 'hard' can't even bring about her trademark sneer.
As he strides forward, Dynamite's rave magic weaves throughout the club, setting the torches along the wall on fire. "I was in boarding school, got sent to Fillydelphia after I set the Ever Free Forest on fire. But.. I'm back." As the trench coat extinguishes, the fabric ripples about his body, revealing the heart of fire cutie mark upon his rump. "And I have been allowed to rejoin Celestia's junior royal guard. I have been living here in the bathroom for the past week, waiting for you to return. Vinyl Scratch said that you two broke up and that you abandoned your loft."
Mixtape Opens her mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. There's been so much happening, and so many twists and turns and loops and dips and spirals, that she can't even keep up anymore. It's all gone wonky, and she just, can't, keep, up. So she -gave- up. The loft, the bar, the club. All of it's been closed down, everything's all packed up and ready to go- excpet for her. Mixtape sits in the middle of her club, staring at her long lost little brother, and sniffles quietly- before she just nods.
"I have missed you a lot you know." Dynamite Rave says as he tilts his chin upwards to the loft perched in the rafters. "I don't think you should move out though. This is your home and Ponyville needs music to keep it going."
"You're my sister, dumbass. Of course I'd miss you. I missed you while I was in lockdown." Dynamite Rave says as he gives his mane a toss of his head. "But, you need to stay. So put your stuff back upstairs. I will help you." He says, floating a box up and starts off. "Come on now. We got a revel to throw this weekend and I'm DJing."
Mixtape doesn't really object, but doesn't really offer much in the way of a standing reason to want to stay, either. Instead, tentatively, she reaches a hoove out to pull Rave close, pauses, draws it back and shakes her head, as if she just weren't sure of anything anymore.
"You coming or what? I'm not gonna put away your.." Dynamite reads the box and blanches. ".. lingerie.." Ugh! Too much information box! ".. Is something buzzing around in there? Ya'know what.. I'm not gonna ask. Oh, I need to uh -- introduce you to my girlfriend also. So, we're getting dinner tomorrow night with her, okay?"
Mixtape nods her head quietly, reaching up to rub at her eyes. Everytime she almost gets out...it all pulls her right back in...and it starts all over again..
"Oh, hey - I love you by the way. I kinda meant to tell you that awhile ago. I also.. uh.. met.. our parents." There is an awkward pause. ".. I also set their house on fire when they told me that they never wanted me and I should never come back again."
Mixtape finds herself staring at her hooves. The world has been spinning out of control for a long time now, and she's finally just stopped trying to hang on. "...L, love you too. "She stammers, wondering if that sounds as awkward as it is to say. But she needs somepony right now, and the only pony that could even be semi partially true for is Rave...and he's here for her...and he's trying...so she silently makes the effort- reaching out to wrap her hooves around him and pull him into a quiet little sibling hug. "...I love you, Rave."
Pausing, Dynamite Rave leans in to hug her back, squeezing her tightly as he lets out a long sigh, dropping his chin down against her shoulder. "Good, you better." He says with a grin on his face, one that is warm and honest. "I'd hate to set your loft on fire also. I've been in a real vindictive mood lately."
Mixtape smiles quietly, and almost chuckles at the comment. "So you got your mark, huh? Guess that's another party, we'll have to throw. "She sighs softly. ...She might be able to hang on after all...
Suddenly, there is music as Dynamite's voice is heard through the darkness, "If you're scared then walk away, cause there's no need to fell ashamed... yeah we all feel the same. I fell in love with rock and fall.. until I found out it was false, and plastered on a face for me. Woah! Where's your passion, where's your fire tonight? Woah! I can't believe there's nothing you're willing to hide. Woah! I want to believe - I set my body on fire so I could be free!" There is a rush of heat and light as the darkness melts away to reveal the red and black maned young teen stallion, dressed in a flaming trench coat and a spiked collar about his throat.
Mixtape can't keep it up anymore. She just can't. Her shields all torn to peices, vuneral and open, she sniffles back a few tears, best she can, and reaches up to rub the rest of them away. "Haaa....*Sniff*... R, Rave? Thought you took off for good?" She calls to the other pony. She really doesn't have any energy left to put into her persona right now...She can't pretend to be tough, can't cover 'hurt' with 'hard' can't even bring about her trademark sneer.
As he strides forward, Dynamite's rave magic weaves throughout the club, setting the torches along the wall on fire. "I was in boarding school, got sent to Fillydelphia after I set the Ever Free Forest on fire. But.. I'm back." As the trench coat extinguishes, the fabric ripples about his body, revealing the heart of fire cutie mark upon his rump. "And I have been allowed to rejoin Celestia's junior royal guard. I have been living here in the bathroom for the past week, waiting for you to return. Vinyl Scratch said that you two broke up and that you abandoned your loft."
Mixtape Opens her mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. There's been so much happening, and so many twists and turns and loops and dips and spirals, that she can't even keep up anymore. It's all gone wonky, and she just, can't, keep, up. So she -gave- up. The loft, the bar, the club. All of it's been closed down, everything's all packed up and ready to go- excpet for her. Mixtape sits in the middle of her club, staring at her long lost little brother, and sniffles quietly- before she just nods.
"I have missed you a lot you know." Dynamite Rave says as he tilts his chin upwards to the loft perched in the rafters. "I don't think you should move out though. This is your home and Ponyville needs music to keep it going."
"You're my sister, dumbass. Of course I'd miss you. I missed you while I was in lockdown." Dynamite Rave says as he gives his mane a toss of his head. "But, you need to stay. So put your stuff back upstairs. I will help you." He says, floating a box up and starts off. "Come on now. We got a revel to throw this weekend and I'm DJing."
Mixtape doesn't really object, but doesn't really offer much in the way of a standing reason to want to stay, either. Instead, tentatively, she reaches a hoove out to pull Rave close, pauses, draws it back and shakes her head, as if she just weren't sure of anything anymore.
"You coming or what? I'm not gonna put away your.." Dynamite reads the box and blanches. ".. lingerie.." Ugh! Too much information box! ".. Is something buzzing around in there? Ya'know what.. I'm not gonna ask. Oh, I need to uh -- introduce you to my girlfriend also. So, we're getting dinner tomorrow night with her, okay?"
Mixtape nods her head quietly, reaching up to rub at her eyes. Everytime she almost gets out...it all pulls her right back in...and it starts all over again..
"Oh, hey - I love you by the way. I kinda meant to tell you that awhile ago. I also.. uh.. met.. our parents." There is an awkward pause. ".. I also set their house on fire when they told me that they never wanted me and I should never come back again."
Mixtape finds herself staring at her hooves. The world has been spinning out of control for a long time now, and she's finally just stopped trying to hang on. "...L, love you too. "She stammers, wondering if that sounds as awkward as it is to say. But she needs somepony right now, and the only pony that could even be semi partially true for is Rave...and he's here for her...and he's trying...so she silently makes the effort- reaching out to wrap her hooves around him and pull him into a quiet little sibling hug. "...I love you, Rave."
Pausing, Dynamite Rave leans in to hug her back, squeezing her tightly as he lets out a long sigh, dropping his chin down against her shoulder. "Good, you better." He says with a grin on his face, one that is warm and honest. "I'd hate to set your loft on fire also. I've been in a real vindictive mood lately."
Mixtape smiles quietly, and almost chuckles at the comment. "So you got your mark, huh? Guess that's another party, we'll have to throw. "She sighs softly. ...She might be able to hang on after all...