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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Nov 21, 2013 6:06:40 GMT -8
If Louisa was almost any other person in the world, she’d call her day fairly eventful. Well… Technically, it was her yesterday that had been eventful. It was coming up on one o’clock in the morning, now, and she hadn’t done much of anything since the a.m. change-over. Today, she’d talked a little on the radio and lined up a half-hour of bluegrass for L.A.’s small collective of old-time fans awake after midnight. Yesterday, she’d stopped the dumbest mugging she’d ever seen and turned twenty-two, snagging a free cupcake out of the deal. And an acquaintanceship. That didn’t hurt anything, either.
She wasn’t almost any other person in the world, though. She was Louisa Goforth, so the minor hullabaloo had, until just now, tucked itself away in between thoughts of a more clandestine nature. Not that musings about the validity of the Tahoe Tessie were that clandestine… It was more that it was a fairly legitimate question than most folks’ logic would suggest. It wasn’t like the thing’s potential existence created a problem worth solving, either. She just couldn’t help wondering about how to best catch the thing.
All of that was neither here nor there, though. The point was that she’d been at the station for hours now without providing others with the story about how she’d clocked some guy with her boot. What was she talking to an audience for is she wasn’t gonna regale them with tales of her modern folk-hero exploits?! She hadn’t even gotten around to telling Donny about it, much less mentioning it in on-air conversation. What a shame! The situation would have to be resolved immediately!
Except… Donny wasn’t around just now. He’d excused himself a little after the start of the last set, and he hadn’t made his way back into the little studio just yet. Louisa turned around in her chair to look around what could be seen from the broadcasting booth, but he wasn’t even loitering around the immediate area.
”Oi,” she started, not to anybody in particular. The nighttime employees of the station were pretty few in number, and everybody was keeping themselves to their own tasks of the moment. ”Oi, where’s Donovan? There’s only six minutes ’til this set’s done. Somebody shout at that boy to quit dragging his ass.”
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Tagged: Donovan Shepard
Date: May 24th
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 22, 2013 5:48:44 GMT -8
It was Louisa's birthday, or at least it was a couple hours before and that still had to count because it wasn't really technically the next day until after you went to sleep and woke up again. Or at least he hoped it was her birthday, because she had never explicitly told him so and hadn't mentioned it all night, and he was beginning to doubt the memory of catching a glance of it marked on a calendar. But at least cake was something to be appreciated for any occasion, and he wasn't too worried about needing to be forgiven for messing up the dates.
The cake he prepared was small, homemade red velvet with a single candle plopped in the middle as an admission he really didn't know her age. Slapping a party hat on his head, he reentered the booth with a dramatic blow on a party horn before presenting the cake in front of her.
Retaking his seat, Donovan cut off the currently playing song. "I'm sorry to interrupt your listening of the Southern Mountain Boys with this important emergency announcement," he began solemnly, "But we cannot allow Louisa to deny her aging any longer. So let's light the candle and feel free to join in with me at home. You know the words."
Striking a match and setting flame to the candle, Donovan began serenading Louisa on the air in a birthday song, placing an equally tacky birthday hat atop her head to complete the scene.
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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Nov 23, 2013 7:09:15 GMT -8
"You dumbass!" She hollered as Donovan entered with his miniature birthday party, immediately wise to it upon reveal. What a sly guy! How did he even know about that? The insulting word was all in good fun, though, meant affectionately. She couldn't deny that this was a pleasant surprise. Her jovial fussing didn't let up there, either. She smacked him on the shoulder when he cut the airing song short, her protests of "You can't just--" cut short by his re-intro and the chorus of Happy Birthday.
She stuck her tongue out at him as he put the hat on her head, but her expression and demeanor had softened by the end of the song. This was really sweet. Donny was such a nice kid, wasn't he? Prior to this, her birthdays had been little affairs that only her family was aware of. Tacky as it was, it was an inch closer to a home comfort. Still, she snorted. "You no that song ain't free-range, right? We gotta pay for that."
She blew out the candle and laughed, failing for a moment to come up with something appropriately witty for their being on-air. "Well, that was corny. I hope you're proud of yourself, Don."
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 23, 2013 21:55:32 GMT -8
Donovan couldn't say that he and Louisa were particularly close, couldn't put any label upon their interactions outside of "colleagues" considering the company picnic had been the only time they'd spent together outside of work... and did that really count as outside of work? He didn't even know what she got up to in her time off, although the frequency of dead animal skins and parts that seemed to show up, he could make a few guesses at her hobbies. Other than the food poisoning it brought upon Kyu-Sik, he couldn't disapprove. He wasn't one of those animal activists.
But other than his roommate, she was the only consistent person in his life and the familiarity of her being there by his side night after night was one of the few stable relationships he could count on. And that deserved some recognition, smiling at Louisa's protests that barely hid her appreciation.
"For the birthday song?" Donovan asked in disbelief, well aware of royalties but pretty sure something so common couldn't fall under that. "Nah, I don't think that's a thing." Or maybe it was a thing. Oh well, not like anybody important listened to their station to call them out on it anyway.
Instead of bothering to cut the small cake into slices, didn't bring any paper plates to divvy it up anyway, he hand over a plastic fork to Louisa. "It's all yours. Care to share your wish?"
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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Nov 24, 2013 6:12:09 GMT -8
Oooh, cake. Louisa let out a pronounced "ha, ha, ha" sort of laugh as she took the dessert and the fork, setting it down in front of her and taking up a big forkful. She paused at his question, however, lifting a hand to tap at her chin in thought. She forgot about about making a wish, actually. It wasn't too hard to come up with one, however, given her current situation.
"My wish is always for free food," she started, voice smoothed over for the sake of radio, some attempt to sound nice and humble for getting what she wanted. It didn't hold up too well, however. By the time she finished her statement, leading in with another laugh, she was back to her enthusiastic lilt and twang. "So, see, you already got me what I wanted. Ain't you a regular fairy godmother?"
She took the opportunity to pop her first heaping forkful into her mouth, and she proceeded to hum loudly in approval before talking around her food, "It's real nice, Don. Good job."
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 24, 2013 8:56:21 GMT -8
Plucking the candle out from the middle of the cake, Donovan licked the icing from the bottom of it before discarding it into the nearby trashbin with a plink. Mi-Ho should be proud that said bin wasn't currently full of paperwork or mail, that he politely piled on top of her desk instead. Maybe he'd ask her how Kyu-Sik was doing later, once she looked a bit less busy.
He wasn't too much in the mood for cake and was more than content with watching Louisa consume it all. It was difficult to find his appetite at 2 am, but he stole a forkful of the plush red dessert in celebration. "Simple wishes are the best," he agreed while flipping the audio back over to the resumed playlist to continue their conversation in private, wanting to tell her about the weird incident of getting mistaken for a celebrity earlier.
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Post by TERRESA on Nov 29, 2013 13:01:36 GMT -8
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