If at first you don't succeed; call it version 1.0

[mackenzie c. crawford]

Why did there have to be so many damn people? Why couldn't, once, just once, there just be no one who wanted to watch some movies? Sure, she probably wouldn't be the one to get the television if there were only two people, but at least she would get a say in it. She figured everyone would eventually get tired and go off to bed. It was pretty late; Mackie, however, was bouncing off the walls. She'd recently had gotten Rock Band 2 for her PS3 and she was absolutely ITCHING to try it out. Hiding all the pieces needed for her jam session, she'd managed to stash them all in a bright yellow messenger bag which sat conviently on the couch next to her. She glanced nervously over at it and began to hum to herself as the current group squealed and yelled at Saw 4.

Mackenzie had honestly never been one for horror movies. They were annoyingly predictable and everyone died. She really liked the thrillers however much more. The sci-fi thrillers that had you on the dge of your seat, hoping that Anamolia would be able to defeats the Urds in time. Those were the types of movies that gave her goosebumps. Romances were nice, but she would much rather be drawn into a complicated story line that drove her insane in following but actually made sense if you sat down and thought about it. Sighing quietly to herself, she crossed one leg over the other and folded her arms across her breasts. The loose pajama pants she had on had dorky little Erlenmeyer flasks plasterred all over it and she wore a blue tank top over it. She'd pulled on a zip up sweatshirt in case it was cold in here and she'd been right. However, she planned on working up a sweat playing some badass Rock Band.

Once the movie had come to an end, a few girls were sitting on the couch, petrified. It looked like a few of them were..preps? Possibly a few jocks? To be honest, Mackenzie didn't really care. They were all stupid and couldn't hold a conversation. Ignoring them as they stumbled out, muttering about the movie, she carefully opened up her messenger bag and slowly pulled out the game console out of it. She slid her hands over the cool silver and smiled softly at the glorious feel of the metal. Remembering something, she darted over towards the door to yank it closed. She didn't lock it because she didn't think any cameras would be particularly interested in seeing her sweating while playing a video game. She happily pulled the Playstation 3 off the couch and settled down on the floor. She began to plug in all the right spots and plugs, nearly shaking with excitement. She practically mutilated the box as she struggled to rip it open.

She began to set up the equipment, planning to get a test run out of the microphone, drums, and guitar. She looked around with amusement as she noticed everything was in place and all she had to do was turn it on. She settled herself a little away from the huge television screen and turned the volume down until it was at a sutible level. She took a deep breath and switched the game on as welll as the tv. Her heart racing, she scrolled through all the options, exploring just what she could do with the game. She bit her lower lip and selected the options needed to test out the guitar for "Kids in America" by The Muffs. She set it out on medium and began to play the song, biting her lip to keep from screaming with excitement. After she'd warmed up with that one, she scrolled down to "Give it Away" by Red Hot Chili Peppers. She let loose and began dancing around, rocking out to the song as she played it crazily.

Words;; 656
Tag;; Parker..?
Muse;; Oh, it's thriving.
Comments;; It's really short. D:

[parker bryton rossi]

he smiled at the choice of movie. horror was his thing - not horror, more just the gore part of things. you know, the whole "blood all over the fucking place" kind of thing? the whole "i'm a serial killer, i'm gonna chop your fucking head off" type thing? yeah, that was parker's thing. not like he'd do it or anything, hell no, but he was totally into movies that involved such things. gore and horror were for sure his favorite qualities in a movie (or something that was pretty funny would work too.) parker liked funny, too.

saw four was a pretty good choice. he thought all of the sequels, etcetera were pretty much shit compared to the first one or so, but still, he was cool with it. it was better then having the females in the room pick some stupid ass romantic chick flick and cuddling about with the jocks or him -- parker was all for cuddling, but he usually watched movies when they were on. plus, other things besides stupid chick flicks could be cuddled to. anyways, the movie began and he was pretty content just sitting around lazily. watching it was pretty fun, plus the popcorn that eventually found its way into the room.

he watched it all of the way through, forgetting about the cringing girls and people who he would be calling wimps if he had noticed them. it finished and he got up with everyone, noticing one girl who just kind of sat there like she was waiting for something. what the fuck was she doing there? eh, he'd see later. parker was a generally nosy person -- he hated not knowing things about what was going on. it was a control issue. parker had come to have a huge issue with not being let in on things or not knowing things about other people -- another quality he'd found had also been in his father. it scared him. he didn't want to be like his stupid father. he would rather just die to prevent anyone else from every having to deal.

after "comforting" some freaked out girls, he made his way back into the room to see what said girl was doing. he didn't know who she was, but he now made it a goal to find out. he sauntered back into the room as if he owned the place, plopping down abruptly next to the brown-haired girl and smirking. "rock band?" he didn't mind her now. he now thought this mystery girl was pretty awesome. she was lucky that he hadn't walked in on some stupid thing and deemed her a complete loser. he cocked an eyebrow as he watched for her skill level yeah, he was odd like that.

"hey, i'm parker. and you might be?"

[mackenzie c. crawford]

Mackenzie giggled to herself as she swished through the song. She was actually enjoying herself; the sequel was like twenty times better than the original. After she had checked over the list of songs, she made a mental note of her favorite ones she had listened to in real life and registered it to make sure she played it later in the game. She turned to the side, spotting a boy who had managed to sneak up from behind. She nearly squealed out loud with surprise as her heart pounded ferociously. She felt a bright blush sweep across her face and she turned away, clearing her throat roughly. "Well, yes. Rock Band 2." She said, smiling shyly. She turned and looked at him again, looking over his body.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took him in. He was a strange looking one. Sure, she'd seen people like him around but there was some sort of name for people like him. What was it? Something having to do with the theater? Act? Tech? Audience..? That was just stupid. She thought harder and harder, and finally came up with it: scene. Well, that sure was a dumb name for a group of people. Then again, so was geek. Where was that from anyway? As she pondered over that, she continued keeping her eyes on him. She secretly liked the lip piercing; she'd always admired people who had those done. She had originally planned to get one then decided that it would be a dumb thing to do to her body and probably ruin her chances in the business world when she finally started her own architectural business.

She glanced over the tattoos and stared at the them quietly as she examined each one she could see. "Are there any tattoos that I can't see?" She asked, not thinking. Her eyes widening, she looked away, biting her lip. Oh shitt. He was going to think that she was hitting on him. But then again...was she? Wow, that would be an advancement. She hadn't been hit on before so what gave her the right to hit on this poor boy? For all she knew, he was taken by some pretty little girl with straight black hair that went to raves with florescent lights and smoked. Clove cigarettes. They sounded disgusting and Mackenzie never planned to be one of those girls. They could keep their weed and cigarettes if they wanted cancer and saggy breasts and disgusting voices when they were older. Mackenzie planned to stay semi-attractive well into her 80s, if she made it that long.

After her initial impression, she turned her eyes back on him. "I hope you realize that wasn't a come on. . . I was just. .erm...” She paused, looking down at her guitar. "I was just . . . uh ...asking?" She said, raising her eyebrows in a hopeful expression. She opened her mouth again to say something else and then thought better of it. Sometimes, the words that came out of her mouth were completely inappropriate but with good intentions behind them. She might be asking what size your pants are because they look cute and she might want a pair and it would come out, “How big is it?” which would cause the person to crack up and walk away. She carefully tilted her head down after a pause to keep from an idiotic babbling and started strumming at the guitar, moving on to the next song. As the music began to softly play from the screen, she absorbed herself into it as she played it. She had her head half turned to Parker in case he replied. She was a pretty awkward person, with no clue what to do around boys.

[parker bryton rossi]

"oh, pardon me. rock band two." emphasis on the two. he smirked softly in his regular fashion. "you're pretty good, yeah?" he tilted his head to the side curiously, continuing to watch the screen opposed to the girl. parker tapped his fingers lightly against his eyes to the rhythm of the song she was working at, sighing as he became bored of it. he was a.d.d. honestly, he could only get through about thirty seconds of any song before he needed to press the fast forward to next song button on his iPod. he couldn't deal with staying on topic. it made him want to go scream.

his eyes darted almost routinely back to the mystery girl's face when she started squinting in order to take him in. were his tattoos really that colorful? yeah, kinda. he found the way she examined him so carefully interesting, but he didn't mind it all that much. parker liked attention quite a lot and he was planning on allowing her to focus in on him for as long as she wanted. he took a moment to glance over her, he wasn't big on those indulgent looking periods (unless she had been some kind of a sexy beast, which she wasn't particularly), noticing that she was pretty nice looking. average, maybe. he didn't know quite how to explain it. she was...er, good enough for parker to stay in the conversation with. he would have anyways - he wasn't that shallow!

he chuckled at her comment. he could tell straight away she hadn't meant anything but to find out if there were any other ones, and he could only oblige. "well, there's these ones," he used a curled index finger to pull his shirt up a little bit. "and some right here." he put his hands right on/above his hips. "nothing gross that you don't want to hear about, i don't think..." he mused with a smirk on his lips, taking a seat on the couch again in a comfortable position, slouching slightly. he smiled when she talked again, nodding reassuringly.

"don't worry, i caught that." he chuckled again. perhaps he was a little bit too cocky, but that was okay. he didn't mind it all that much. he thought he was pretty fucking cool. "you don't seem like the kind of girl who would hit on someone like me, either. it wasn't that hard to tell." he licked his lower lip afterwards, pulling his knees up and eventually settling pretzel style. "so, you have a nameee..?" he smiled softly so as to seem more nice. the cameras had left when they realized that they weren't actually doing anything interesting, leaving one scrawny camera man to watch them.

distracted again, his eyes trailed to look at the camera for a second. he realized in a second that he wasn't supposed to be looking at the camera. he was supposed to be interacting. parker was pretty good at both of those things. attention whore and a social butterfly. he was quite the package.

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[mackenzie c. crawford]

“Oh, yeah. I’ve got a name.” She replied, nodding quietly. She glanced over at the camera and felt herself flush. Her first interaction with a boy and it was being recorded for America to see. Great. But then again, at least they weren’t doing anything sketchy like making out or anything silly like that. She smiled at him as she turned her attention away from the camera. She glanced at the tattoos he showed to her and leaned forward to get a closer look. “Those are pretty impressive.” She remarked, looking back up at him. “How old were you when you got them?”

This really wasn’t as hard as she had first anticipated. All her other conversations with the opposite sex had been stilted and weird and almost always forced. Not feeling sexually pressured, she was a slight more comfortable talking to this guy than others she had previously tried. In fact, it always seemed like she picked the wrong guy. It was always cautiously saying hello to a cute boy with glasses only to have him turn around and try to grab her by the hair and pull her to his car. Fortunately, Mackenzie learned how to run fast when she was younger, typically being smarter than the other kids and a smart alec to boot.

She glanced at his lips when he licked them and tilted her head slightly. Did she do that to? If she did, she had never noticed it. Hrm. What a strange thing to do. She nodded a little bit to his words, turning her eyes away. “Unfortunately, I’m not the kind of girl who would hit on any boy.” She declared, looking up at the ceiling. She paused and bit her lip as she glanced over at the camera. “Not that I’m saying that I’m a lesbian or anything..” She paused and looked around again. “Or…wait! I’m not saying that I don’t like lesbians!” She said hastily, trying to correct herself.

“Shit.” She finally declared, slumping into the seat. She glanced up again and nodded. “So, my name is Mackenzie.” She said, nodding as she hoped he’d forgotten about her unfortunate mishap. She felt her face flushing deeply and looked up at the screen, strumming the opening notes for the song as she started a new level. So that it required minimum attention, she set it on the easiest setting and went to town, nodding her head along with the beat. It was a nice quick sound that made her stick out her tongue and try to sing along with it. Failing miserably, she went back to just playing the song, humming softly along with it.