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[Allela Katherine Rosslyn]

Allela probably should have dressed more appropriately for early March weather, but she was far too comfortable in the clothes she had opted for that morning when the day had held the promise of writing music and lyrics in front of her small, but more than adequate fire. However, a last minute sound prep for a new show and the sudden illness of the third and mysterious sound engineer meant that Allela had to go and help Ryder on Broadway with…whatever the hell they needed two of them to do.
She parked her car in the usual spot and walked briskly inside the theatre, smiling warmly at the staff she passed on her way towards the booth she occupied four nights out of the week, sometimes with her best goofball of a friend.

She loved her job, she really did, but it was supposed to be her day off and she had been hit with such inspiration for the band that she planned on letting all her creative energy dissolve into killer riffs and awesome lyrics, deeply wracked with emotions and honest truths. Pushing a strand of her newly dyed red hair from her eyes, she climbed down the steps and watched as the actors moved about the stage in their final rehearsal before opening night. Sound checks and microphone drama was not at all what she planned for today, but it made sense for her to be here. She knew one of the actresses on the stage was a bit of a diva and kept yelling that the male members of the backstage crew were trying to be inappropriate with her whenever they tried to adjust her costume, hair or microphone. At least Allela could deal with it without being accused of wandering hands, though she was partly tempted to do just that to see what kind of reaction the actress would give to being genuinely felt up by the young Scottish girl.

The small booth that resembled part of a set from an old Sci-Fi movie was deserted when Allela arrived there and she wondered where on earth Ryder was. Her manager had called to tell her that the Tweedle Dumb to her Tweedle Dee was here, but their other co-worker had left. What, had Ryder been eaten by the diva? Or maybe melted into the ground under the force of one of the lights that had been left focusing on the sound booth? Someone needed to move that; they had their own spotlights in the booth for a reason; so they didn’t die from the high power of the ones made purposely for the stage and the trained actors upon it.
She dropped her bag to the floor and fell into her usual seat, spinning from side to side as her dark eyes scanned over the stage directions sheets deposited in front of them. Allela often wondered if the audience knew how much work went on beyond the talent of the actors on the stage and if they even appreciated every little detail them, the lighting crew and the stage hands pulled off to make a show a hit each and every night.

The bottle red head put the papers down and looked around the theatre. The actors seemed to be taking a break, sipping their water and chatting amongst themselves, but where the hell was Ryder? She wasn’t going to sit here by herself all afternoon and deal with the stress of perfecting a new show. Leaning back in her chair, Allela kicked off from the wall, wondering how many cycles of her seat she could do before physics ground her to a halt. “Ryder, for your own good, you better be bringing me a coffee back from Narnia, or wherever the hell you’ve popped off to.”

[/color] She said quietly to no one in particular. She needed to know what was happening and where they were up to before she could fully take over from Mr Permanently Sick.
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TAGGED!Ryder!
WORDS! 693
OUTFIT! Funky Chic
LYRICS! Just Like Heaven- - - The Cure
NOTES! <3

[Ryder Xavier Wilcox]

Ryder had woken up that morning with nothing more pressing than figuring out if there would be coffee made when he found his way to the kitchen or if he’d have to make it himself. He had his shift at the Theater later, but that wasn’t until late afternoon, and it would be with that dipshit he had to work with occasionally. Work went by so much quicker and easier when it was his best bud, and not that tool that barely lifted a finger for anything other than his drink. But Ryder wasn’t going to think about work now, he was going to get up, get himself showered and dressed and drag his behind to the kitchen and the coffee pot.

After twenty minutes, he was showered and dressed in lazy day clothes of sweat pants and a tee. He was in the kitchen, drinking his coffee and reading the note that Nik left, telling him she was already at work and she’d see him there when his phone rang. The young Italian man almost dreaded answering because he had a funny feeling he’d be asked to come in early. And sometimes it sucked to be right. His manager was on the phone rambling about the show and something else. Whenever his managers’ blood pressure rose, his words became incoherent and Ryder tuned him out. “Chill out. I’ll be there in like twenty minutes!” He said slamming his thumb into the off button.

Now, he’d been at the theater for an hour and a half and his oh, so lovely co-worker vanished the moment Ryder set foot in the booth, leaving the Italian musician to do all the work on his own; which meant running back and forth from the booth to the stage to double check the sound. This close to the show, with so many problems, was like a living hell. The diva as he’d started referring to her as was being particularly difficult and he was not dealing with that. He didn’t like pawning off his responsibilities on the stage hands, but they were closer to the stage than Ryder usually ever was so they dealt with the actors better. Ryder handed over the new microphone and asked as politely as he could if they could talk her down and test the new equipment.

And with that done, he started back up to the booth. He didn’t make it very far before his manager was stopping him and telling him Allela was on her way in to help with the chaos. Ryder could only think finally! When the world wasn’t crashing all around them, working alone wasn’t all that bad; a bit difficult when you needed to reach something on the other side of the booth, or have to be in two places at once, but manageable all the same. With the good news in mind, Ryder grabbed his jacket from the booth and left the theater. He hadn’t gotten more than that first sip of burning liquid before he’d had to rush around his apartment getting his things together and be out the door. He didn’t tell a soul that he was leaving, he just left.

The theater would live without him for twenty minutes, or however long it takes to hit up the closest Starbucks. He didn’t even glance at his car in the lot, just turned towards the Starbucks and walked on, needing his fix if he was going to fix the mess he left behind. With Allela there, it would be so much easier. And the truth of the matter was he didn’t even know what the big problem was. He’d gotten there, was yelled at by a near hysterical manager and then sent to get a new microphone! He wasn’t rushed, but he still sped through his order, paid and grabbed his coffees when they were set down. He knew better than to walk back into that Theater on Allela’s day off and not bring her something to make up for it all; even if it wasn’t his fault. Ryder walked the block and a half back quickly and race up to the sound booth to see a ginger Allela sitting in her usual seat. He smirked, “Nice hair, Alley Cat,” he said stepping forward and setting the coffees down so he could take his jacket off again.

•Tag• Alley-Cat <3
•Words• 727
•Clothes• We're living the dream
•Lyrics• Jane Doe//Nevershoutnever
•Notes• <3 <3 <3

[Allela Katherine Rosslyn]

Whilst she would bring up the fact that she was losing her day off to come and clean up after the mistakes of Mr. Dipshit, Allela would soon shut up and continue with the job that paid her rent and that she did actually enjoy, despite the conventional complaints that often left her lips when she was locked in the sound booth with Ryder, trying so retain some control over whatever disaster was unfolding next before their very eyes. Though, to be perfectly honest, Allela didn’t know why they kept that third schmuck employed when he rarely showed up and did any work. She was fairly certain that if someone left him alone in the booth he wouldn’t have a clue what any of the control panels or dials were actually for and she’d bet it would only be ten seconds before he bolted out of there, leaving more chaos in his midst.

Luckily, if there was one thing Allela was good at, beside her music, it was finding sense amongst the chaos. She had arrived at the theatre with her head firmly on her shoulders, braced for whatever electronic tragedy could have happened to make them need to call her in so badly. Usually, if there was a problem, Ryder was able to deal with it himself without needing their manager to phone Allela as though the fate of the world rested on her showing up on Broadway with a sober mind to work through this unnecessary drama with. So, right now, Allela was truly expecting some impending apocalypse to have smacked her in the face when she walked through the doors.
She gave thanks to those old school concerts she would help with, and the small music festivals she organised back home for gracing her with the capability to even face the diva herself this afternoon with a new microphone, as well as dealing with a black out or a bad echo…whatever the drama could be, she could tackle it head on and with Ryder around she could have some fun doing it too!

She was about to jump up from her seat and hunt down her colleague and band mate like a bird of prey would when she heard him entering the booth, the familiar walking pattern catching her attention before she saw him, smirking at his words and looking up at him with a mischievous stare. “Well, I figured one of us had to look good.”

[/color] Truthfully, Allela had been bored of her white blonde hair as the New Year passed and she fancied a change for the fast approaching spring. Though, it was much more fun to tease Ryder than it was to just say that. She reached for the coffee closest to her, sipping it gently, happy that Ryder had brought her such a deliciously warm present to greet her with. There was a reason he was her best friend, and not just because she was so often lumbered with him like this. “So what did he have this time? Laryngitis? Mumps? The bubonic plague itself?” She questioned sarcastically, peering down at the stage from the safety of their little booth, noticing that most of the actors were beginning to take their positions again and that someone finally moved the burning light from their booth. “What’s the big crisis supposed to be? Everything seems to be fine down there and nothing looks like it’s been fried up in here, apart from you, of course.”[/color] She smiled innocently at Ryder, spinning in her chair to face him again. He did look a little mithered, though that was probably thanks to their hysterical manager who still seemed to be acting as though the sky was falling in.
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TAGGED!Ryder!
WORDS! 655
OUTFIT! Funky Chic
LYRICS! Just Like Heaven- - - The Cure
NOTES! <3

[Ryder Xavier Wilcox]

Ryder was so thankful that Allela actually showed up. They both knew how to work everything out on their own, though usually they had something to go on. Ryder was starting to think that lazy sack of bones just didn’t want to be at work and lied like a bear rug to get out of it. He tossed his jacket on the back of his usual chair and picked up his coffee again to take a sip. He took his usual seat and fiddled with a switch that wasn't currently in use; and wouldn’t be as far as he could tell. “So, you’re trying to steal my job, now? I’m the good looking one! You have the accent! This is the way of the sound booth!” He stated, sounding like he was giving a speech or something. Then he followed that with another gulp of his drink.

"Plague for sure," Ryder said, shaking his head. “How does that idiot still have a job?” He asked. There was no way he’d get away with it anywhere else, and he shouldn’t have gotten away with it here, either. But he did, and Ryder and Allela had to pick up the pieces he tossed wherever he so pleased. The architect to be watched the stage carefully, looking for the cues he’d had to teach to the techs, again. He’d lost count how many times he and Allela had to go over those cues. The sarcastic, often rude comments flew between the two friends so often; Ryder didn’t even notice them most of the time. And even then it was usually either just a look, or another sarcastic comment that just brought on twenty minutes of shenanigans.

"I honestly couldn't tell you. I don't even think I saw him when I got here. He left a note somewhere over there," he said waving his hand towards Allela's side of the booth, where he'd absently tossed it after reading it. It was nothing new; claiming to need medical attention, leaving early, managed to get nothing done whilst he was bent over at the waist in agony. "There was a blown mike. And as far as I can tell, that was it; besides the Diva being all freak out because it was hers,” he informed her before lifting his Starbucks cup. He really needed his coffee fix for the day, and was practically chugging it down.

•Tag• Alley-Cat <3
•Words• 400
•Clothes• We're living the dream
•Lyrics• Jane Doe//Nevershoutnever
•Notes• <3 <3 <3

[Allela Katherine Rosslyn]

Sometimes, Allela wondered if she and Ryder didn’t belong on the stage instead of some of the actors down there. Their own displays of dramatics were sometimes more extreme and at the same time plausible than some of the crap they actually had to watch to do their own job successfully. She quirked her eyebrow and smirked at her friend as though her brown eyes were full of sincere pity. “Is that what you’ve been telling yourself all this time?”

[/color] She asked, spinning softly in her chair like she always did when she wasn’t needed to focus on the soundboards and dials in front of her. “Wait, is that my marker? ‘The one with the accent?’”[/color] She asked, looking for him slightly shocked. Of all the things Allela could be known for, her accent was the only one they knew her for?!

Shaking her head, Allela ran her fingers through her loose ginger hair and shrugged. “I have no idea. I’ve already had it out with our manager. I told him I can happily take over the idiot’s shifts; I at least can do with the money he’s clearly wasting.”[/color] Whilst the wages she made were enough to keep her comfortable, Allela wouldn’t pass up the opportunity for a few more dollars in her bank, and she didn’t have college work to focus on like Ryder did. Plus, giving the hours to her would save both of the two musicians from having to try and train some newbie.

Her eyes scanned the area where Ryder pointed until the crumpled bit of paper fell into her vision. Picking it up she read the scribble and rolled her eyes. “And someone actually bought this crap?”[/color] She questioned before tossing it into the bin over her shoulder. Slamming her hands down on the arms of her chair Allela turned to face the young man with a look of astonished shock. “I got called in on my day off for that?!”[/color] She yelled, clearly annoyed. In terms of a crisis, this was hardly one of them. A power cut, an electrical fault or the trap door jamming and locking poor Ronaldo under the wood again; they were emergencies! Not some busted mike and another tantrum from the Queen of Sheba! “Oh, someone is going to die when I get my hands on them.”[/color] Folding her arms, she bit down on her lip and glared down at the stage, choosing her victim. The manager? The Diva? Or the stagehand who she just couldn’t seem to get along with?
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TAGGED!Ryder!
WORDS! 459
OUTFIT! Funky Chic
LYRICS! Just Like Heaven- - - The Cure
NOTES! <3

[Ryder Xavier Wilcox]

Ryder smirked, barely checking his wicked grin. He absolutely loved messing around with Allela. All their fun and games, and over dramatic antics were a hell of a lot better than some of the crap on stage, for sure. And it always amused Ryder. “Yes,” he said, trying to keep a serious face. “And yes. All you’re known for is that pretty accent of yours,” he said, making himself busy with his coffee so she would catch the laughter in his eyes. There were plenty of things either of them could be known for, but it was no fun checking them all off when saying just one brought them into one of their crazy dramatizations.

They’ve both complained and commented about it, and Ryder couldn’t figure out how the guy still managed to have the job that wasn’t suited to him at all. “At least then he’d know the job was getting done,” he said, “Is he related to someone here?” The thought had crossed the young Italian’s mind a couple times before but he’d dismissed it as just a stupid idea. Though, now he really was wondering if this was the case. At least then it would make sense as to why he was still an employee of the Broadway. “It’s the only plausible excuse I can think of,” he added after a moment, thinking it all through.

Ryder watched Allela pick up the crumpled piece of paper and moved his chair back as quietly as he could. This would not end well; amusing but not well. Ryder hadn’t seen Allela lose her temper often; in fact, in the time they’d known each other, he’d only seen her fuming a handful of times. But even with those times, it was best to put some distance, especially when she’s got something in her hands; and there was coffee within reach. When Ryder felt like it was safe, he set his own coffee down. “Yes, yes and don’t kill someone we actually like. Black isn’t my colour,” he said absently, trying to defuse the tension. Ry turned his attention to the milling group of actors and stagehands, trying to see if he could spot Nikki. She wasn’t on the stage, but he knew she was at work. Still, he dismissed it and turned his head to look at Allela. “Feel better?” he finally asked.

•Tag• Alley-Cat <3
•Words• 392
•Clothes• We're living the dream
•Lyrics• Jane Doe//Nevershoutnever
•Notes• <3 <3 <3

[Allela Katherine Rosslyn]

Allela’s passion for music drove her further than most would believe. At first when people learnt that she was a college dropout who travelled more than she could afford to and who played guitar in a band, they often assumed she was another young bum, wasting her time and her talents on things that would get her nowhere, when in fact, Allela was driven and motivated more than some college kids were. She knew theory work and hours practicing for an exam were not skills she’d need to advance in the music industry as fast as she would like to, but hands on experience, on Broadway none-the-less was the perfect place to get her hands dirty. At least in the real world she would have experience, knowledge of the systems and solid references to pave her way come the day she decided to spread her wings further.
“Pretty accent? What about my musical prowess, my larger than life temper or my wonderful way or putting up with you when no one else can?”

[/color] She was joking, of course, but it was all part of the fun and games. Ryder could take it, she knew only too well of that, but it was still fun to push him like that.

Sighing, she pushed the ginger locks from her face and shook her head reluctantly. His ability to hold down his position here was something that left her stunned and usually she had an answer for everything. “I’m surprised he even knew where the sound booth was.”[/color] She commented before pausing to think. “He’s never mentioned knowing anyone here, but then again, I stopped listening to him after his first week; I reached the point where one more whining comment would drive me to murder.”[/color] She said, shrugging like homicidal thoughts were a daily occurrence for her. “It would make sense though. Hey, maybe he’s related to Miss Diva down there. They’re both equally as annoying as each other.”[/color] That possibility would also explain why he couldn’t bear to be around her and was always ‘ill’. Allela couldn’t imagine having to put up with her away from the hours she was allotted into the sound booth for each week.

Silently, she fumed, her dark eyes narrowed and fixed on the stage, just daring someone to have a complaint or problem with the sound. Right now, she was probably able to compete with the Diva herself in a shouting match, though Allela’s temper would probably end it with a swift punch and a black eye that the make up department would not thank her for at all. Allela had never always been an angry person, but ever since that night in her teens when she was attacked, she was always quicker to snap than most people. She believed she had just reached the end of putting up with crap from people then, and with good reason to, and whilst it was something that she rarely thought about these days, it was the thing she blamed her quick temper on sometimes.
It didn’t go unnoticed that Ryder had fell quiet all of a sudden, but Allela didn’t blame him for it. It was a wise idea and she was thankful that he didn’t try and crack a joke immediately or tell her to calm down; things that would only make her worse.

Finally, she controlled the burning rage to a quiet simmer; something she could deal with on some angry hits on her drums later, or on the soundboard if something broke during her time here. Flicking her eyes to Ryder, she smirked darkly. “We like people here?”[/color] Obviously, she was joking again, but they did always have quite a list comprised of people who irritated them regularly enough to be disliked. She sipped her coffee some more and then slid across the booth to lightly flick Ryder in the neck as she pulled out a yellow folder she kept in the drawer. It was where she adapted the official notes into her own shorthand so it was easier to understand for her, though sometimes looked cryptic to everyone else. “I still want to punch someone, but I think you’re safe for now. No need to hide under the desk.”[/color] She looked at her scribbles for no reason, just keeping her eyes away from Ryder as part of her joke.
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TAGGED!Ryder!
WORDS! 741
OUTFIT! Funky Chic
LYRICS! Just Like Heaven- - - The Cure
NOTES! <3

[Ryder Xavier Wilcox]

A lot of people underestimated Ryder, like they did Allela. Both were far more determined and driven than anyone usually believed just by looking at them. With Ryder, though, they thought he added too much to his plate, but he didn’t add on anything he couldn’t handle; and he’d always have time for music. Since he was just a little boy, music had been something he and his father bonded over. He even went out and bought his sons his first guitar. “I’ll admit, your larger than life temper is an exceptional trait to remember you by, but the rest? Darling you’ve got your hopes up,” he said with as serious a face as he could muster up. It was pretty easy to do when they were always acting like fools. Hell, they were better actors than half the people on the stage at that exact moment!

Ryder shook his head, disagreeing with her. “Someone had to have shown him where this booth was. He can barely find the bathroom, and he’s been here how long?” he asked, rhetorically; neither of them gave a damn how long he’d actually been there, just how long it would take for him to leave. Ry coughed, choking on a sip of his coffee. “I hadn’t thought of that. Please let that not be the case!” he said, coughing again. “I beat you, though. I stopped listening to him after one shift with him,” he said, shuddering. Besides, he acted like he was some sort of charity case, where he deserved extra time off and special treatment.

Ryder smirked. There weren’t many people they actually disliked among the crowd of the Theatre, but there were enough that they could actually have a list. He smirked, casually taking a sip of his coffee. “Nik is working somewhere around here,” he said, lifting a hip to grab his phone. He checked it for messages, since it was on silent while he was at work. There weren’t any, so he tossed the phone on the counter and left it there, already forgotten. “We don’t hate Nik now, do we?” he added, chuckling again. They weren’t like usual siblings, but then most people they were that had siblings weren’t twins and didn’t get transplanted from their home Country to another without much notice. Of course, they were six, so it was more like an adventure; to go off to a new country, where half the kids their age barely spoke one language, let alone two.

The young Italian flinched, and he was this close to hating himself for it. Allela was always doing little things like that and he was mostly used to it enough that he didn’t flinch as often. But there were still those times when he did and wanted to slap himself to add insult to injury. “These a couple dozen dummies backstage if you need to hit something that badly. But please, leave this pretty face alone. It’s my money maker, thank you,” he said, trying to read the notes left from the last session in the booth. Their darling co-worker never wrote a damn thing down and expected Ryder and Allela to have it all done. Ryder really would hate to see what would happen if that man was left to his own devices for more than twenty minutes, where he actually had to do something productive at work!

•Tag• Alley-Cat <3
•Words• 563
•Clothes• We're living the dream
•Lyrics• She's a Lady//Forever the Sickest Kids
•Notes• <3 <3 <3

[Allela Katherine Rosslyn]

Allela narrowed her mocha eyes at the guy she called her best friend and her jaw locked. She knew he was joking, but she could throw her angry impression around at the drop of a hat and he was usually able to notice when she was just trying to mess with his head. Seriously, if anyone bugged the booth and tried to spy on them they would think that the pair hated each other when in reality Allela would stick by his side no matter what. Everything between them was purely platonic, but she was convinced that was what made them stronger as a team. There was no tension, no baggage and a strong love for music that ran deeper than most passions could these days. If anything, Ryder was the one guy who wasn’t a blood relation who Allela trusted completely with everything. If that was weird to others, then so be it. “It’s guys like you, with remarks like that, who make girls like me feel self-conscious.”

[/color] She joked, but with a serious tone to her voice. Allela had a few rare moments of self-doubt and she was happy with who she was, but there was no harm in their banter, no malice in her false accusation.

She shrugged, turning one of the dials to lower the acoustics that she could hear coming from the left hand side of the stage. It was her day off and she wasn’t going to leave here with a headache after all this hassle. “Beats me. I didn’t even know he had started here until you told me that was a newbie.”[/color] When it came to music and anything that might potentially relate to it, Allela had a habit of blanking the rest of the world out.
The ginger girl smirked when Ryder choked at her suggested and then caringly rubbed his back for a second before slapping it, hard. “Don’t go dying on me now.”[/color] She warned him with a point of her black polished finger. “Yes, well, evidently, I’m more tolerant of people than you are.”[/color] She said haughtily, knowing it was far from the truth. Allela was the kind of girl who very quickly knew whether she liked or disliked someone. The only reason she had listened to him for that week was because they were stuck in such a confined space that homicide was really the only other option she had.

She glared over at his chuckling and then picked her coffee up again, changing her position so that her legs were propped up on the table top. “Nik doesn’t count. We know her outside of this place.”[/color] Allela argued. She rarely got to socialise with Ry’s twin when they were at work, but she did have a pretty good friendship with the other Wilcox. She often helped the Scottish girl tease and torment her brother and Allela was thankful of the back up, just to see the rare look of defeat when he realised he was outnumbered.

Allela was flicking absentmindedly through the notes when she processed what he said, laughing hysterically at his suggestion. “My, my, aren’t we feeling vain today.”[/color] She mocked, turning to look at her friend with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Maybe a black eye would knock you down a peg or two, remind you that you walk among us mere mortals.”[/color] She pretended to look him over and then bit back the smirk that she could barely contain. It was just so much fun to mess with him, especially when he could throw it back at her with ease and without taking her insults to heart. “Besides, I’ve seen better than what you have to offer.”[/color] She winked and then spun away from him for effect, her eyes returning to the binder as the coffee returned to her lips.
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WORDS! 677
OUTFIT! Funky Chic
LYRICS! Just Like Heaven- - - The Cure
NOTES! <3

[Ryder Xavier Wilcox]

Ryder wasn’t as good with the angry faces as Allela was. But he could tell when she was really using it, and when she was just fooling around. He’d been asked before, by someone who’d overheard one of their more memorable “fights” how they hated each other so much. And Ry really couldn’t help but laugh. The outside world’s impression of the two was the complete opposite of reality. Ryder pretended to choke on his coffee from laughter. “You? Self conscious?” Ryder shook his head. “You’re the Queen of the verbal brawl. No need for pistols at twenty paces, you’ll knock them down with a handful of words!”

Ryder hadn’t been up in the booth much since he arrived earlier. He’d been too busy running around the stage fixing the Diva’s issues. Technically, he’d been up in the booth twice before leaving for coffees. He’d had to adjust some dials to double check the rest of the microphones for problems. They were fine, and he had the suspicions that hers was just fine, too. She just wanted to be overly difficult because it was him; it would have been ten times worse if it had been Allela called in first, he would have bet money on that. Ryder rolled his eyes. “Oh, yes. You’re way with people is just so spectacular they’ve decided to give you an award. Do you have the authority to fire his ass?” he asked, wondering if they really had to go through their boss, of if they could just do it themselves. It would be so much easier to deal with, and probably a lot less paperwork.

Ryder shook his head. “I see. So as long as we don’t know them from here directly, they’re alright. But if we do, watch out, you’re dead to us as soon as we leave the building?” he asked, being his usually charming sarcastic self. And speaking of his twin, he hadn’t seen her when he’d been running around backstage but then he didn’t usually see his sister unless they kept texting each other to meet up somewhere. Though, those times were usually to rant about the actors who thought they were better than everyone else in the theatre because they were the stars, they were the ones on stage. They should have known better to say stupid things like that. He and Allela were in charge of their microphones; it would have been such a pity if one mysteriously broke in the middle of a touching monologue. And you couldn’t forget the lighting guys and director and everyone else who put everything together. Actors thought they were everything, but they were really nothing without the rest of the crew.

Ryder lifted his head in the air acting superior. “Well, I didn’t want to brag, but…” he said, trailing off. “Besides I am well aware a prince of my caliber walks among you mere peasants. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you all, trying to get in my way on the street. However a black eye would do no one any good because then my secret security guards will have to burst in here and take you away. But don’t worry, Alley Cat, I’ll make sure your collection is well taken care of,” he said flicking a couple switches to turn of unused microphones. He would have been wearing that coffee if this had been anything other than the joke it was.

•Tag• Alley-Cat <3
•Words• 571
•Clothes• We're living the dream
•Lyrics• She's a Lady//Forever the Sickest Kids
•Notes• <3 <3 <3

[Allela Katherine Rosslyn]

Allela smirked, unable to hide it after Ryder’s comment. She shrugged her shoulders lightly and spun in her chair, simply passing the time before more orders were barked at them from down below. It didn’t seem like they were rushing to get back on track all of a sudden, so they probably had some time to simply hang out and waste some time with their typical nonsensical banter. “It’s a lot less expensive than paying the legal fees for the amount of times I’d be arrested if I did go around shooting people in a quick-fire draw.”

[/color] She said, picking at the chipped nail polish on her fingers. “Plus, it’s much more rewarding to watch someone drown in humiliation than drown in their own blood.”[/color] She wasn’t afraid to throw a punch or two if necessary, but usually, Allela was quite successful at just winning the argument with rapid responses and no-nonsense attitude to the matter. She thanked coming from a rather large family with a silly amount of kids.

The bottle ginger sat back and thought for a few moments. She was of the same level of authority as the others who worked in the booth, so she had no real power to do anything about their fellow colleague who spent more time being M.I.A than anyone else on Broadway. However, she met Ryder’s eyes with a mischievous twinkle locked in her own and her arms folded across her chest. “How much of Allela magic do you reckon our darling manager could take before caving in?”[/color] Something had to be done about the idiot and Allela was fairly certain that she could put up enough of an argument for their manager to have to respond to their wishes. Firing his ass was really the only way forward for them all and the Scottish girl wasn’t afraid to be the one to come right out and say it to the guy in charge.

She narrowed her eyes and shot him a murderous glare. “How you’re not dead to me already is somewhat of a surprise.”[/color] She teased, before glancing out of the box to look at the people moving about the stage. “And, I’m not that far up my own arse, thank you very much. I don‘t ignore the people here, I just don‘t overly socialise with them either.”[/color] She brushed her hair back over her shoulder and let out a soft sigh. Most of the people who worked here were either older than the “kids” as they were unfortunately known as and the rest were often far too eager to get out or climb further up the skirt of the diva in the hopes to kiss her ass. Allela had her own life away from Broadway and a lot of the time it didn’t mix with those who piled in and out of the theatre on a daily basis. The only people she really shared her time with were Ry and Nik and that was only because they really came as a double package, though she did love both of them. They had a way of making her feel at home in New York when she had felt homesick to start with.

She looked at him with a look of disbelief. Sometimes Ryder’s jokes even caught her off guard, even after all this time. She pulled herself together and rolled her eyes, throwing her empty coffee cup at him, hoping it would cause more pain than she expected it to. “Oi, I can probably run faster than your secret security guys if they’re as lazy as you are.”[/color] She joked, eyeing him up and down. “Besides, not than many people would even notice or miss you, not since your ego inflated so big that we could bounce small kids off it and charge them a dollar.”[/color] Allela stared at him and then flicked a switch that was making some annoying buzzing noise on the panel.
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[Ryder Xavier Wilcox]

Ryder leaned back, getting comfortable in a chair that had to be in the running for worst chair in the world. He smirked; pleased he’d won the round. “Ah, yes, those legal fees would be a killer wouldn’t they,” he said, shaking his head at his own terrible pun. He nodded though, continuing on with her casual conversation. “And I have been front and center to your shows. I’ve seen how red those faces get when they finally realize you’ve bested them and there is no return for them,” he added, lifting his coffee to his lips. The two were terrible. But the jokes and mini plays just kept coming.

Ryder thought about her question seriously. They didn’t have the actual authority to have the sickly’s ass fired, but if Allela were the one making the argument, well, their boss wouldn’t last very long. “I give you an hour, non-stop of talking him in circles. He’d give in just to hear the silence,” he joked. Though he honestly wanted to know how the man had the job still. Ryder missed one day because he had a cold and slept through his alarm and forgot to call in and his boss was on his ass about it. How could this guy show up and ten minutes later disappear from the theatre completely and have no one wondering why he wasn’t at his post? “If it takes longer than that, just hit him over the head and tell him to fire his ass or he’s going to lose the only two people he has working for him that actually work and know how to use the equipment,” he said, shaking his head.

The young musician grinned as he set his coffee cup down and leaned back in his chair with his arms behind his head. “I’m just that charming, I guess,” he said, “You can’t get rid of me.” He, like Allela, turned his attention to the stage. For a place that was supposed to be upside down, it seemed pretty calm and quiet. But then, the diva wasn’t up on stage yet. Things were bound to change when she finally made her return. Ryder waved his hand at her. “You just don’t want to share me with the rest of the theatre! Don’t deny. I know it’s true,” he said, with a smirk. “But don’t worry, you don’t have to.”

Ryder started laughing and didn’t notice the flying cup until it was too late to get completely out of the way and it bounced off his shoulder and flew to the side. “People would miss me! And my ego is not a bouncy castle, thank you very much,” he said, trying to adapt Allela’s tone. “Though that money could go towards our next meal. And my secret security is ninja fast,” he said with a smirk, checking the stage for some action, or the tell tale screaming informing them they’ve left a microphone off. Hell, even if they hadn’t left it off, they’d still hear the screaming of something else going wrong.

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[Allela Katherine Rosslyn]

She rolled her eyes at Ryder’s terrible pun. She crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat, frowning when she realised that someone had altered the back of her chair again. There was no need for anyone else to sit in her seat when each of the techs had their own chairs in the booth. Yet another reason why their fellow ‘friend’ should be fired. “See, I’d be fine if you studied law. You could represent me for free and then I could go around killing everyone who pissed me off. Why don’t you ever come through for me, bestie?”

[/color] She joked, throwing Ryder a ‘what the hell’ look. Smirking at the point he made, Allela adjusted her chair back to how she liked it and then focused on her friend again. “I wait patiently for the day when it’s you in my crosshairs.”[/color] She teased, chuckling to herself before glancing down at the stage to make sure they weren’t needed yet.

She narrowed her eyes at Ryder and then sat up straight again. “It’d take me less than an hour and you know it. And he wouldn’t agree just to hear the silence, he’d agree because I’m stubborn and won’t give in until I get my way.”[/color] She said casually, as though it was common knowledge. She was tempted to challenge their boss and try to put their argument forward just to prove that she could do it. She smirked as another idea came to mind and she flicked her mocha eyes up to look at Ryder again. “I could just thicken my accent so much that he can’t understand what I’m saying and trick him into agreeing to it. That or I can find a way to make him agree to our demands. Does he have a cat I could kidnap?”[/color] She mused, pausing for a second to wonder if Jesse got along with cats. She knew her loving dog hated birds, but cats he had never really come up against for as long as Allela could remember.

Smirking, she looked down at the folder in her hands and then glanced back over at him again. “Oh, I know. I’ve been trying to get rid of you for long enough.”[/color] He had set himself right up for that one and Allela really couldn’t resist making the jibe. Their friendship was brilliant and the fact they could hang out with so many insults and jokes flying back and forth made Allela strangely happy.
Laughing she held her hand sup in mock surrender. “You got me, Ry! I’m jealous of anyone else who gets to spend time with you other than me. The thought of kidnapping you has crossed my mind once or twice, but then I remember that I’d probably have to feed you and let you sleep in my bed.”[/color] She shrugged as though it was just one of those things and then turned back around in her chair to look at the soundboard, making sure everything was set in the right place for the time being.

Scoffing, she looked him up and down. “It’s cushy enough to be a bouncy castle.”[/color] She teased, flipping him off for mocking her tone. It was a good job he hadn’t attempted the accent or their boss might find them in the middle of a stationary war or wrestling around the sound booth until Allela had successfully made him beg for mercy. “Ah, but I trained with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Not only are they more skilled, but they have pizza and are way cooler.”[/color]
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[Ryder Xavier Wilcox]

“I could always change my major, go pre-law?” he suggested, scratching his chin, contemplating the idea. “It would save you hundreds when you finally crack,” he mused. Though he knew Allela better than that, she wouldn’t break so easily. She put up with him after all, she’d have to have the patience of a Saint; but that could go both ways and he certainly didn’t have the patience with most strangers. He shook his head. “But I think the hours would be terrible. And when would we have the time to practice?” Ryder shook his head again, this time looking regretful. “I guess you’ll have to find another pro-bono lawyer to dig your behind out from behind bars.” Ryder just narrowed his eyes at Allela’s comment. “I’d like to know what I did to get there,” he said with a smirk. His ass would be on the floor so fast if he and Allela really got in a fight that it wouldn’t be funny at all, and he knew it.

Ryder brought his take away cup to his lips, smirking behind it before taking a sip. He lowered his drink to speak, but Allela beat him to the punch, so he sat back and waited out her newest idea. “No one understands you when you do that; it would be too easy a win. Not fair,” he said, pouting. “He owns three, poor sap needs to get some,” Ryder said, smirking. “And he keeps a spare key in his office in case he ever locks himself out again...” Ryder added, snapping his fingers when the thought popped into his head. It was probably unhealthy how easily the two could come up with an animal kidnapping plan, or really, any plan at all. It took them little prep time to have an interesting blueprint worked out.

Ryder’s look was bland looking at his closest friend. Their friendship was an odd one with the amount of insults that flew around like the wind. “You’re stuck like glue, darling, lucky you,” he remarked, laughing. Ryder crossed his arms, his smirk pleased as he heard her sarcastic spiel. “Now, that’s not true, Alley-Cat. I could just curl up on the floor with Jesse; dogs make good pillows. But you will have to feed me,” he joked, moving a toggle switch a little higher at the command from the stage; the volume for the male lead, thankfully. If he heard one more complaint about the sound and music cues from her, he was going to head straight for the Diva and make her do his job for a change, she how she liked it.

Ryder rolled his eyes “My ego is not as big as some people we may or may not want to know,” he said, tilting his head towards the stage. “My vote is on not knowing her, in case it wasn’t obvious,” he continued with a grin. The grin melted away dramatically as his friend’s next words hit his ears. “You trained with my secret security?! How was this information unknown?” he asked, looking at his friend with his brows knit together as if trying to place her among the nonexistent group. “Surely this shouldn’t have been kept hidden away, how did you do it?”

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[Allela Katherine Rosslyn]

Allela rolled her eyes at her friend and then shook her head, brushing ginger locks over her shoulder as she spoke, her eyes fixed on Ryder as though he was the dumbest person alive. “Obviously we’d practice at night. Lawyers are used to not sleeping, so I believe and so am I.”

[/color] She had a nasty habit of running on only a few short hours sleep, which people sometimes mistook as the excuse for her sometimes bitchy attitude, but in reality, that was just the way Allela was, even after a fantastic night of sleep. “Stop finding excuses to keep being such a pitiful excuse for a friend.”[/color] She joked, flipping around to turn a few dials at the command of the director down on the ground who was staring up at the box, shielding his eyes from the bright lights as he did so. “You were probably just being your not-so-charming self.”[/color] She flashed him a deliciously false smile before reverting to her infamous smirk. Seriously, it was somewhat of a surprise that anyone was ever able to believe these two were just friends. The Scottish musician was a little confused as to how people even managed to take them seriously when this was their normal attitude towards the other. If it wasn’t this, then it was some over-dramatic stunt; like the time they professed their undying love for each other in Borders.

She shot her friend a look that was deadly and then rolled her eyes. “But it would save us so much time if I did that. Whatever; I’ll do it the other way then.”[/color] She waved the second suggestion off with a flick of her hands and then leaned back to listen to her friend, raising her fingers to stroke an imaginary beard as she thought it through. “We’d need a voice changer if we were to call in a ransom demand. Our accents are far too identifying.”[/color] She mused, before glancing across at Ryder. ”And before you suggest it, I am not going to ‘give him some’. I have better morals and tastes than that.”[/color] She warned, more as a precaution before he realised the chance for an inappropriate remark.

The twenty year old propped her head on her hand, her finger toying in turn with the healed piercings on the closest ear as she listened to her friend go on. “Have you ever tried using Jesse as a pillow? He’ll be out of there in seconds and on the bed with me.”[/color] Whilst her dog could handle the love and attention and would often bat his speckled paw at Allela in demand of it, there was only so much he would take before slinking off to find a curtain to hide behind, his paw leaving a warning scratch on the skin of the cuddler. “And as for feeding you I-wait, I do have that bag of cheap dog food that Jesse hated…”[/color] She joked with a menacing smirk.

Allela smirked and then shrugged at his words; she was far too eager to continue their conversation about the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Sitting up straighter in her chair she could only flash Ryder another sardonic look and turn away from him, pretending to busy herself with the soundboard before her. “Maybe I’m even more important than Italian royalty…”[/color] She suggested with a small shrug. “I have been around most of the world, maybe there was more to those trips than just holidays. Maybe I’m not who you think I am?”[/color] She said, dropping her tone so that she could sound more mysterious.
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