Giving Up

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[In a main room, sitting on a table against the wall, is a Demyx. This Demyx is dressed entirely in baggy street clothes, but that doesn't seem to mean he's too different from others of his physical appearance. At least, not in the musical sense. The guy's got two guitar cases next to him, and another under the table, plus a smaller one sitting on the table in front of him. There's a ukulele in his hands, and he's happily playing and singing away, to a happy and calm tune that, coupled with his cheerful demeanor, would make one immediately assume that he is in good spirits.]

[Upon second glance, however, they may notice the sarcasm in the scene he's created. Propped up against the ukulele's case is a cardboard sign. You see, this is not this Demyx's first time being here, but he's not about to complain. After all, there isn't much point, if you think about it. So instead, he has decided to play away, happy as can be behind his little cardboard sign, the words "FUCK IT" scrawled across in bold, black marker.]

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[fromshadow]

[Riku does not look impressed at all, but that's probably just because of the sign.]

You know there are kids here, right?

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[he's still playing, but he does break after a line in the song to respond.]

And if they can read and already know the word, shame on their guardians! I'm not tellin'.

[fromshadow]

You say that like they wouldn't be asking everyone in sight what it is, if you don't tell them. And if you tell them it's something else, they'll end up using it in casual conversation and probably get in trouble anyway.

[You don't deal with kids much, do you, Demyx.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[Nnnooooot really. Playing gigs in clubs = very very few children. The most he deals with were at work in the bagel shop.]

Well... I won't lie, it wouldn't really be my problem, would it? I can just tell them not to say it because it's a grown-up word.

[fromshadow]

And you think that would work?

[He shakes his head,disbelieving. He's tempted to just burn the sign.]

[waterprincessix.livejournal.com]

So what's got you so ticked off?

[Says the lookalike with boobs that's leaning against the wall.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[Playing away, here! The sight if you is less than surprising.]

I don't have a clue what you're talkin' about.

[waterprincessix.livejournal.com]

[She points at the sign.]

I could be wrong but that usually means something's got you pissed.

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

Or, it could mean you give up. Because I sure as hell do.

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

[Little seven year old is pulled in by the sound of music, but when he spots your sign he covers his mouth and points.] Oooooh! That's not a nice word! Your gonna get in troooouble!

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[Demyx can't help but grin. When there is a break in the song, he answers.]

I'm old enough to say that word. You have to be fifteen before it starts being okay.

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't look convinced.]

Mama says it's not nice to use words like that. Not even papa is allowed to.

[Well, actualy his dad is usualy being scolded over using that kind of language in front of Myde here, not over using the words in general, but Myde doesn't know that.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

Well, of course! They're bad words! But people still use them, when they get older. You just have to wait til you grow up to get to use them without getting in trouble.

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[Chuckling at that sign, but she'll just take a seat over here and listen in. Might be quietly humming along here and there.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hey, awesome. He's got a little audience now. That makes him happy, and his playing's energy picks up just a bit, keeping that tone for the rest of the performance.]

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[It'd be a waste of good music if it goes unappreciated, after all. When he's done, though, she gives him some polite applause.]

A skilled musician, aren't you?

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

I like to think so!

[She doesn't look familiar. Which is nice, he won't lie. Variety to a place like this is cool.]

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[Invasion of the Demyxes. He isn't sure how many he's spotted recently. You'd think the one who follows him around like a lost puppy on occasion would be quite enough for him and yet here he is, stopping to raise an eyebrow at that sign.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[He waits until there's a time he can pause in the song's verse and just play a little interlude while he talks.]

Hey, what's up?

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

Feeling pessimistic today? [He gestures to the sign.] Or are you simply trying to get a messege of some sort accross to the entirety of the dressing room?

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

Bingo! I figure if I gotta be here again, I'm not gonna complain. No sense in fighting what you can't harm.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

[Have another Demyx. This one in a Hawaiian shirt. He raises an eyebrow at the sign.]

... You're either really good at taking stuff calmly or you've been in a place like this before.

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[He improvises a pause in the verse to speak.]

I'm on a return trip, looks like! I know how this goes, man, and I am not about to let it get me, y'know? What's the point in complaining?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Ah. I'd say sorry, but honestly? Trust me, it could be worse. A lot worse.

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know. I was here months ago, and I'm sure things have only gotten worse.