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Feb 4, 2018 10:29:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2018 10:29:06 GMT -7
timing: Late July 2025
Somehow, Brígh had manged to land tickets to the Reading Festival and convinced her mum to let her go, as long as her brother accompanied her. Miraculously, Bran agreed because some of his mates were keen on the lineup as well. While she was young, loads of people her age would be there. She'd even gotten Ari to join her, and she was sure they would have an amazing time. Not all of the acts were that great, but Bri was excited nonetheless. They even got to camp over the weekend, which delighted Bri to no end. The whole thing would be an adventure, there was no doubting that.
It was the second day of the festival, and Bri and her group made their way down to the festival grounds from the campsite. Everyone else wanted to see a group on the main stage, but Bri wasn't interested. She told her group she'd meet them in two hours at the toilets and wandered off on her own. Bran had thankfully stocked her with her own stash of liquor, and she took a sip as she wandered casually around the festival grounds.
Ten minutes had passed and Bri half wished that she had gone with her group. But then she spotted another person who seemed to be on their own. Courage, that was what Gryffindors were known for right? He was desperately good looking and Bri felt her stomach drop a bit with nerves. She took another drink, hoping to find more of that infamous Gryffindor courage and went up to him. "Hey. What band you here to see?" she asked, casually wiping her clammy palms on her denim shorts.
tag: @steve ooc: some bands from last year's Reading Festival were Kasabian, Two Door Cinema Club, Muse, Haim, Major Lazer (:
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Feb 12, 2018 11:04:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2018 11:04:03 GMT -7
Even with school starting a little over a month away, there seemed to be no end in sight when it came to enjoying the summer. Steve had managed to do quite a bit, despite his lovely sunlight setback at times, and today was another step towards adding fun times to his summer checklist. The Reading Festival, which sounded like it belonged in a library, was easily accessible to him, and Steve managed to snag a ticket off a scalper outside of the event for cheap. Unfortunately it was just one ticket and Nora was busy, or else he would have had his sister at his side the entire time. Her absence had never stopped him from having fun before though. If anything, he could be the out of control one today, his responsibility of keeping her in check nonexistent.
Upon entering the festival zone, Steve made a beeline for the closest stage. He had no idea who any of the bands were, his taste in music being the kind that everyone in this crowd despised vehemently. But music was music, and the bands up on the stages were all talented in their own right – something he would never be able to achieve without some level of work. The one bonus to that is that he did have an alluring voice, which would win over the masses in a matter of seconds if he chose to turn it on. Personal gain of that sort was typically off the table for him, but if it worked, it worked. Saying no to money and fame when it was available would be stupid of him to do. And who wouldn’t want to see Steve Kolstad up on stage singing and jamming out?
Standing a ways back from one of the crowds that had formed around a stage, Steve was trying to decide what to do next. There wasn’t much for him there other than listening to music he didn’t know, and none of the bigger acts would be on for another couple of hours or so. He was in the middle of deciding what to do next when a red-headed girl approached him and asked what band he was there to see. Excellent question, for which he had an equally excellent answer. “Whichever band you’re here to see,” Steve responded, grinning down at her. That had a low success rate most of the time, but considering the girl had approached him, it would hopefully work this time. “In all seriousness though, I don’t recognize too many of these names. Any suggestions?”
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Feb 16, 2018 5:39:36 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2018 5:39:36 GMT -7
The late afternoon summer sun beat down upon the masses swaying and dancing along to the music. Brígh was one of them, having split up from her group. Ten minutes of solitude passed, and Bri half wished she had gone with Ari, Bran and his friend before she spotted someone else who was on their own. There was something magnetic about him, drawing Bri to his side after taking a sip of her liquid courage. She asked what band he was here to see, which made her laugh. "Does that actually work?" she asked through her laughter, amused nonetheless. At least he hadn't up and walked off, as she had half expected.
Bri's palms were clammy, and she surreptitiously wiped them on her denim shorts. She pondered his question. "Twenty one pilots, but they were on last night. Now it's more just... listening to new things. Mayday Parade is playing later but my brother says they're for emo kids..." she trailed off, biting her lip. "There's also a dubstep stage. But that music is rubbish," Bri added unhelpfully. She took a nervous sip from her water bottle. "Er, I'm Bri by the way," said Bri, starting to relax. After a moment, she spoke again. "But Smashing Pumpkins is next up on that stage over there..." she said, pointing to a stage not far off to the left. "What sort of music do you like?"
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Feb 28, 2018 20:55:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2018 20:55:06 GMT -7
The girl laughed at his comment about which band he was there to see. Steve shrugged. It was a better result compared to what he normally got from it. She had found it funny, or at least it seemed that way, and her follow-up question about it working made him shrug once again. “I don’t know. Did it?” he returned the question, making sure he remained serious throughout it. He didn’t need the alluring tone of his vampirism to flirt with a no-maj girl. There were other parts about him that drew her sort in – his hair, his looks – things he had known for years from people back home. It also helped to have his sister, who, while typically managing to get in his way, had a way of telling him exactly what he needed when it came to this sort of thing. None of this really mattered at the end of the day, aside from a fleeting moment of fun.
She continued, answering his second question about the bands, listing off a couple of them. Mouth distorting into a semi-frown, Steve shook his head. “Didn’t know those bands were still around.” He felt like he should have taken offense to the comment about it being for emo kids. There were a few songs from both bands that he had enjoyed at one point or another. They were practically classics in his eyes. His frown turned into a grimace as she stated that dubstep was ‘rubbish’, which he assumed meant bad, awful, or garbage – any of those worked for him. “Not a fan of the deep bass and dancing?” The few ‘night clubs’, if he could even call them that, that he had snuck into back home were known to play any assortment of electronic music. Over the years, Steve realized that the genre was better suited for dark rooms and flashing lights. Not outside at a music festival meant for bands. “I could see it not working well here though…” he reasoned, looking around at the crowds. “And its Steve,” he quickly added as she had introduced herself. Bri ended with an amended version of her original question, asking what kind of music he was interested in. That was a tough question. “Anything loud and high energy,” Steve answered after a few seconds of thinking it over. “I’m not picky.”
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Mar 15, 2018 8:26:00 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2018 8:26:00 GMT -7
Brígh shrugged. "Sort of, I suppose. You are pretty fit after all," said Bri, mostly to herself. It was the absolute truth. Bri was certain she would never see this boy again, and he was good looking and talking to her. She had to be realistic about these things. And realistically, this wouldn't turn into anything more than a night of fun. So Bri continued on with her liquid and natural courage. She jabbered on about the bands that were playing around the festival, wondering in the back of her mind which one Ari, Bran and Bran's unnamed friend- she really had to remember that one, at some point- were at.
"Yeah, I still wonder how U2 is still around but don't tell anyone I said that, my countrymen would be appalled," said Bri with a slight frown. After speaking, she thought perhaps it wasn't best to talk about how much she disliked U2. What if he was secretly Irish as well, just with a weird accent? Probably from Dublin. No, he sounded sort of American. "Where are you from? Not around here, based on your accent," asked Bri after a few moments of silence. She added something about dubstep and grinned at his grimace. "Definitely not a fan, and definitely unsuitable," she agreed.
On a whim, Bri proffered her name, and she repeated a form of her original question. "Pleasure, Steve. D'you spell it with that weird ph or a v?" she found herself asking unnecessarily. "Well.. y'know dubstep is high energy and loud. Maybe it's well suited to you after all?" asked Bri, tilting her head inquisitively, a smirk curling at her lips.
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Mar 17, 2018 21:04:10 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2018 21:04:10 GMT -7
Obviously he was fit. He tried to keep in shape and work out when possible, though most of his physique was due to his half-vampire blood. Keeping in an athletic form was easier for him than it was for most people, if anything, impossible to gain weight even if he stuffed his face with sugary, fatty goodness 24/7. “I don’t want to sound too arrogant, but it pays off taking care of myself like this.” Meaning that was what drew girls like her towards him. Vampire aside, of course. There were certain qualities that were always going to take precedent over others, and that was one of them. He couldn’t help that the no-majs, and even some magical folk, found his kind alluring. Steve could only imagine what it had to be like being a veela, or partially one. That was their whole existence in a nutshell: to be hot and attract equally hot people towards them. What was wrong with that?
Bri made a comment about U2, and Steve simply shrugged. He didn’t have much to say about the band, having never listened to them before. There were classics he had heard before, obviously, but that didn’t mean he was a fan. From the sound of it, neither was she. The dig at U2 was followed up with a personal question about where he was from, and Steve grinned. “Canada. Wilderness of Quebec, to be specific. Can’t say much happens up there all too often. Things like this,” he motioned at the stages, “only happen near the cities, and those are pretty far away from where I live. But you get used to it after a while.” He wasn’t going to bore her to death with the details that entailed running through the woods, or hunting animals for food. That wouldn’t do so much for his image. “What about you? Local I assume?”
It was too bad that she disliked EDM, it had a future in the industry, which had already grown significantly in the last few years. If it was making an imprint at a festival of this size, then it would probably keep growing in popularity. “V. Not a Steven either.” It was better to get that clarification out of the way early. Sometimes he wondered what his parents had been thinking by giving him a name with so many spelling variations. It was absurd at times. “I think it is. Not sure about it outside though. It definitely fits well in a club,” he responded, trying to crane his neck so he could possibly see one of the dubstep stages. “So were you looking to watch the Smashing Pumpkins?” Steve asked, referring back to the statement about the band playing nearby a little earlier on in their conversation.
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Mar 23, 2018 8:36:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2018 8:36:26 GMT -7
Brígh grinned, and laughed. "Sounds arrogant to me," she replied, though she was not completely put off by his self-assured nature. She was starting to feel quite warm, and her head a bit fuzzy. That was the main reason why she could chatter so easily, without really worrying about the consequences of her loose tongue. As long as she didn't mention that she was a witch. She ought to stop thinking about that actually. Could have a slip of the tongue.
Surprisingly, at least to any Irish folk, Bri stated that she didn't like U2. They were immensely overrated. She then asked where he was from, because he sounded American and she'd come across many of those this summer. More than she expected. She did suppose they were all coming to her school in the fall, but what were they doing here over the summer? Except, he wasn't American. He was Canadian. She tried to remember where Quebec was, but gave up after a few seconds. "The wilderness, eh? Come across loads of bears and stuff? Rather, what do you think of it here, where wilderness hardly exists and even so only in allotted areas?" asked Bri. The better question should have been what he was doing here. She knew about as much about Canada as she did about the US, and that was next to nothing.
"I'm from Ireland, actually," said Bri, forcing herself not to make a pointed comment about how Ireland was it's own country and definitely not part of the UK. "But I go to school up north." Bollocks. She seriously had to steer the conversation away from getting near Hogwarts. "Just Steve then," she said firmly, shifting her weight from leg to leg. She was getting a bit antsy, standing here chatting. Bri wanted to keep talking to Steve... but she needed to move. "Smashing Pumpkins, yes!" she said, grasping onto the idea of branching out from this spot. "Fancy joining?"
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Apr 23, 2018 21:50:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 21:50:27 GMT -7
She said it sounded arrogant, and Steve shrugged. What was wrong with that? Better to be himself and care about what he looked like than be a complete slob that preferred to keep to themselves. He wasn’t wrong at all, saying that it payed off in the end. Those that saw he maintained a well-groomed lifestyle assumed he was more professional and mature, the exact thing he wanted others to think of him (even if he wasn’t all of the time). “Rather be arrogant than stupid,” he shrugged again. The conversation was diverging towards his take on the wilderness, or lack thereof one. At the mention of seeing bears, he let out a quick laugh, cutting himself off with an inhale. “Bears? Plenty. But you have to go way out to find them sometimes. Moose and elk are more common, and foxes too. Any bear that wanders too close to town is either starving or rabid, neither of which is a good sign.” There were times where he was disappointed to see animals in a state like that, since they were supposed to coexist with humans up there. Other times, he was glad to see them go, the overpopulation of elk and deer needing to be thinned out by local no-maj hunters or else it would get to uncontrollable levels. That was life in the north though. And there was no denying that venison was pretty damn good. “But here, it’s kind of strange. Like I’ve been to big cities before, but living in one is…different. In a good way though.”
His eyebrows raised when she mentioned that she was from Ireland. Well that explained the different accent and the red hair, though he was sure the hair color had nothing to do with it. “Up north like in the northern part of the city? I’m not really good with the geography around here yet so…” he let it fall off, nodding his head as she repeated his name. Perfect. Keeping it short and sweet was how he liked it. No need to add letters that weren’t part of his name, although people loved to do that for some reason. “Lead the way then…sorry, don’t think I caught your name?” he admitted. Had she even said it to begin with? Normally that was what he paid attention to with girls when first introducing himself. Though there was a chance the sunlight was just doing a number on his vampire blood and he had missed her name. That was always possible.
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Jun 16, 2018 10:28:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2018 10:28:11 GMT -7
They went to see the Smashing Pumpkins, snogged through most of it and didn't remember much the next morning. Only Brígh wondered why she hadn't woken up in her tent.
The end.
COLIN! @steve
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