Records are way better(Tucker)

[Shoqueline Kynton]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •

What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

Dress shopping this early was something she normally didn't do. She was without a doubt bored as hell and needed to get some form of entertainment so she wasn't acting like a high school girl hung up on the prom. She had been to one too many proms in her life time, and though she loved going with her coven, she wasn't waiting for it every year. She was supposed to be in college technically, or dead in her case, she was over a hundred years old and back in her day forty made you a senior citizen.

Shoqueline had started wandering and wound up where? Her light blue eyes scanned the place around her. The park, it wasn't too crowded, then again it was getting around dinner time and she knew that most parents didn't like their little ones out to late, in case some pervert or something was out in the park. It was unfortunate the it didn't matter if they were going home and they were safe behind locked doors, vampires could still get in and, well it was a good thing that she was a vegetarian vampire or things would just not work out that great for this town.

Shaking her head she let a small smile fall on her lips and she pulled at her hair. She had left it down tonight, she wasn't sure why, but her mood said simple was better, plus her hat wouldn't have fit right. She continued to walk through the park, looking around, even staring at the sky-it wasn't like she needed to look where she was going, only see. Her boredom returned and she made sure the coast was clear before she started to really run. Where was she going? Port Angeles. Why not? The night was still young and it was the weekend. Reaching the outskirts of the town she slowed down and walked the rest of the way into town.

Shoqueline smiled in delight, the place was moderately busy and there were plenty of shops open. Music was her first stop. Looking around she glanced at a couple of the shop fronts, but continued on, until she spotted a place where they not only had CD's but records as well. The blond opened the door and stepped inside the store, not caring if it could possibly hit someone in the process.

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Words ! 397
Tagged ! Tucker
Outfit ! Oopsie
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes !Muse was a bit off for this one, hope you can work with it.

[tucker]

The music store was a cozy place, at least if you were into all kinds of music that streamed from the speakers and the smell of dust and old records. Tucker was one of those. He’d started going there a couple of months after he moved to Forks, and was happy to see that he wasn’t the only nineteen year old who owned an old LP player. The place was usually pretty crowded considering the space, but not today. The only sounds were Wind of change coming from the stereo and the workers joking about.

Shopping for some new music in Port Angeles was a weekly thing for Tucker. He used quite a lot of money on his music collection; he wasn’t one for downloading, and thought that having the record (or cd, for that matter) in your hands was much better. More personal. So, the money he didn’t use on food, clothes and surfing equipment went to music.
He’d been there for an hour, going through every section, both new and old, vinyl and CDs. He hadn’t found much though; The newest 3oh!3 cd and a vinyl from Bryan Adams. Talk about mixed taste in music.

“Need a bag, Tuck the truck, eh?” the man in the checkout laughed. Tucker normally referred to him as Windsong, because he’d never seen anyone that hippy looking. He didn’t know his real name, but he suspected that it was somewhere along the lines of Moonjava or Ziggy. Tucker was a familiar face in the store, and most of the people there knew his name.

“No, thanks man.” He said and grabbed his small haul from the counter and said goodbye. Windsong shouted a "welcome back next week, truck!" and his groggy laughter once again filled the store. Tucker was too consumed in his thoughts about the stupid nick-name he’d gotten (much preferring only Tuck), that he didn’t register the girl on her way in. “Whoa!” he exclaimed as he walked straight into the door, banged his forehead, dropped everything in his hands , and very nearly fell over. He managed to stay on his feet, though, and put his forehead in his hand. Man, that hurt.

[Shoqueline Kynton]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •

What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

She looked down at the male on the ground and tried not to smile. Yes it was funny that she had knocked him over with a door, but it was his fault that he wasn't watching where he was going. Shoqueline stepped inside the shop and closed the door behind her. "Well...are you alright?" She asked politely a slight accent still lingering in her voice.

The blond held out a hand to him to help him up. She figured she was partly at fault and would at least help him. Plus ignoring him might start something that she really didn't want to take part in. "Maybe you should watch where you are going next time. I don't think doors are all that great at communicating until they've hit their target. I think they are evil," she said with a small smile.

She wasn't always funny, but every so often she found an opening and went for it. She knew she had pretty much just told him it was all his fault, but hey, people these days would get confused and be fine with what she had said. Whether or not everyone was like that she had no clue, but with the amount of vampires and shifters living in Forks, it made her wonder how perceptive these people were.

Shoqueline looked around the place, there were so many records and she just didn't know where to begin. She was a fan of ACDC and Metallica, there was just so many artists she wanted to get a record of. She didn't want the CD's they didn't have as much character as a record, at least in her mind that's how it was. She smiled at the stranger once more before taking a few steps towards the first set of records that she saw. Shoq began flipping through them, frowning at a couple and pulling out a few that caught her interest."Hmmm, too bad all the heavy metal is new," she muttered picking up the few records she was going to get and started to look around some more.

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Words ! 358
Tagged ! Tucker
Outfit ! Oopsie
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes !:3.

[tucker]

“um, yeah. No harm done.” he grinned up at her. it was hard not to, really, seeing as she was fine as hell. He accepted the reaching hand and stood up and discreetly brushed off his jeans. You never knew what these floors were covered in.

"Maybe you should watch where you are going next time. I don't think doors are all that great at communicating until they've hit their target. I think they are evil," the girl said, smiling. He laughed, “Guess we’re at the same side then.”

He studied her long legs as she walked over to the first set of records and started flipping through them. He noted, with bit of fascination, that she was looking at some pretty heavy stuff. He admired girls with a good taste in music, and she was definitely one of them. He considered turning on that wicked charm of his, but dismissed the thought. He didn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea, especially when he wasn’t the type to settle down. However, she didn’t seem the type to settle down either. Not that she looked slutty, she just looked playful, and she was very pretty. Tucker walked over and started flipping through the records besides her. “you should check out the new Foo fighters cd. It’s awesome.” He murmured as he studied the cover of Nirvana’s In utero.

"Hmmm, too bad all the heavy metal is new," he heard her murmur. He didn’t exactly agree there. Although lots of new music was crappy, there were still a few bands out there who really knew what music was about, and what it could do. But everyone had their own taste, so he decided not to comment on that. Instead he extended his hand and said “I’m Tucker, by the way.” He grinned at her. Maybe if she told him her name, he’d have something else to remember her as, and not the girl who tried to discard his head with a door.