marcus keane. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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cuddlecity2018-04-27 08:24 pm
missio) wrote in cuddlecity2018-04-27 08:24 pm
( open ) i come up hard baby, but now i'm cool
CHARACTERS: marcus keane and anyone!
LOCATIONS: b-shop, the record store for cool kids who loves sick jamzzz
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: marcus gets a job at the record store. his previous employment involved screaming at demons and the creation of soft padded rooms, so his customer service skills could probably use some work.
LOCATIONS: b-shop, the record store for cool kids who loves sick jamzzz
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: marcus gets a job at the record store. his previous employment involved screaming at demons and the creation of soft padded rooms, so his customer service skills could probably use some work.
[ one afternoon marcus wanders into the record shop in town for the seventh time in a week and accidentally walks out with a part-time gig after a heated debate about mod revival. he's become something of an odd fixture at b-sides over the past month, if only because for someone who's never done anything at low intensity he doesn't seem that committed to working. sweeping floors? please. reorganizing? sometimes, and with an incredible amount of bickering with other associates about genre sorting.
mostly, though, he can be found seated in a stool behind the counter with his feet up and a tall newspaper as ann sexton or james ray or marvin gaye blares too loud over the speakers. for a presumable salesperson he doesn't seem too worried about sales numbers. his face is almost never visible above the newspaper, although he's polite when someone tries to fetch his attention and good-humored with everyone who catches him in the middle of not giving a shit.
anyone who frequents the record shop might want to tell him to turn it down a little. or ask for recommendations. or try to make a purchase. or just say hi if you know him. some of the local teenagers have found that he's also terrifically easy to cajole with snacks, so he's also rarely seen without an open container of something that can be eaten with his hands. it's probably a good thing the shop owner is incredibly chill, because it doesn't look like he's gunning for employee of the month anytime soon. ]
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[ some kids, so critical of facial hair at a time when he's reasonably sure it can still be fashionable. he huffs and rests his chin on his hand, elbow on the counter. ]
I was born in '63. [ he fwips a hand out dismissively. there's a decided primness to his body language sometimes. he's gay as hell is why. ] Save that war ration talk for your nan.
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( the song in the background fades into quiet for a beat, just long enough to be noticeable before the next one plays. it's a new addition to her playlist; the artist is beyonce this time — or, more specifically, destiny's child. the telltale thump of independent ladies earns a wry grin at the corner of her mouth. )
You can't tell me you hate this.
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[ it's always nice to meet someone from a universe that vaguely approximates marcus' own, if it isn't actually his. it can be grounding, for someone as naturally suspicious of the city and his continued good fortune as marcus has been.
his eyes flicker up as the song changes. he grins as well. ]
I don't hate it. —I didn't hate the last one, either, mind. But also I have no idea what it is. [ what has two thumbs and doesn't know pop culture, it's meeeee ]
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( she wishes. but things would have been very different if a giant gold monster had gone attacking buildings in los angeles. it probably would have made the national news, at least. there's something to be said for a sleepy town. )
Have you seriously never heard of Beyonce?