For Charloft: Trapped in an elevator (Open Rp).

[wholelotofrosie]

Rosie had been trying to keep busy as possible. Anything that kept her mind off of the fact Jonna was still in England for nearly another week. She was just returning to the hotel after a long walk. It seemed to take forever for the elevator to get to the lobby. Rosie hardly noticed as she searched through the music on her mp3 player. She stepped

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[a_peaceful_aura]

It wasn't until the doors ground open fractionally that Taiki looked up from the message he'd been typing out on his phone. Eyebrows pulling together, he watched as the blonde peered between the doors and then he saw wisps of annoyance surge through her aura. Pushing off the wall, he stood straighter and smothered the urge to sigh.

"We're stuck?" He absently rubbed at the back of his neck, his light accent just barely tripping over the words. "Is there an emergency button, perhaps?"

Of all the days...Just perfect.

[wholelotofrosie]

Ya ain't goin' nowhere. Rosie had a thick southern accent and just a hint of an English accent too. She turned around to look at the person she hadn't noticed before. He was so much shorter and smaller that she was but Rosie didn't mind. She was used to the people around her being his size. On his advice she pressed the button marked emergency.

Ain't good day for me ta be stuck ina lift.

[a_peaceful_aura]

Ya ain't goin' nowhere. This time he gave in and let loose a soft sigh, rubbing at his tired eyes. All he really wanted to do was fall into bed and sleep for the next three days...Well, after watching Shuichi's game...BUT THEN he'd crash.

It took him a moment to process the words through her unique accent, but clarity finally broke through his muddled mind.

"Hopefully it'll be fixed quickly; it is not a good day for me, as well." Unslinging his bag from over his shoulder, he dropped it to the ground and immediately settled cross-legged beside it. Might as well get comfortable...

[wholelotofrosie]

Hopin' it does.

Rosie stood there for a moment longer before she too sighed. Walking over she sat down against the wall making certain her short skirt stayed in place.

Sorry ta hear ya havin' bad day, darlin'.

[a_peaceful_aura]

His eyebrows pulled together and a look of concentration came over him as he tried to catch the words. Fast paced. Accent. Singing. Yelling. He managed to get most of it, though. Pulling his legs under him, he sat cross legged, chin in palm, and stared at the little radio as the guitars and voices screamed out over the speakers.

Well, if the emergency button hadn't worked, someone was sure to hear this.

He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but this most certainly was not it. He was used to the little poppy bands that Shuichi frequented. This was entirely different...Ain't exactly pretty...? He frowned, glancing sideways at her. That didn't seem very nice...But the rest (what he could understand) was fairly flattering...In an odd way.

"He performs this? He must care about you a great deal to sing it for other people."

[wholelotofrosie]

Rosie did everything she could to not sing along. Her accent on top of everything would make it impossible for him to keep up.

Every show he does. There's other ones 'bout me too. Rosie started to glow again when she thought about him on stage singing. He'd sing 'bout anythin' for anyone but I like ta hear him sing what he's wrote 'bout me.

When I'm in the front row at a show he'll sing it to me sometimes.

[a_peaceful_aura]

Ahh...there it was. Beautiful, effusive, vibrant, glowing...happy yellows, and affectionate pinks. He wanted to wrap her aura around him like a blanket, cocooned in it forever. If only everyone were as pure in their emotions...This is exactly why he was attracted to people like her and Shuichi.

"Mmm..." He hummed thoughtfully, a small content smile on his lips. "Every show? You mentioned that he was on tour...does he perform often?"

If he wasn't careful, he was going to fall asleep...Beautiful warm aura, exhaustion from the past two days' work, stress over being seperated and away from home...It was all working against him. But he rubbed at his eyes and smiled at her last comment. "I can only imagine how that would feel."

[wholelotofrosie]

Every one since he wrote it. Rosie had to think about it for a moment. She didn't think about the schedule in weeks like most people but in the chunks that represented countries or areas.

Most days. Usually does four shows then takes three days but ain't always. England they always do lotta shows.

Rosie watched him as he started looking sleepy. 'Lmost good as gettin' the ring.