forum "I choose to believe, why can't you?" [Aliens/Conspiracy Roleplay] [One-on-One]

Started July 09, 2019 by @WriteOutofTime

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"Yep." She said absently, opening the basement door and starting down the stairs.

The stairs were long and oddly spaced out. August felt like he was stepping too far down on each step. The staircase itself was narrow and the walls were an old dingy white. His mouth twisted. "Lovely place."

"I know, it's great?" She said sarcastically.

They reached the bottom of the stairs. In the dark August couldn't make out much of the rest of the room, although he did see that the walls were the same washed out color. "How old is this house?"

"Really fucking old. Ya know, I found my guitar down here when we moved in." She said, heading to the fuse box.

"I'm shocked you didn't think it was haunted," August said. "It's ugly as hell."

"Excuse me, my guitar is beautiful. Though I wouldn't be surprised if it was. Some weird shit has happened with that thing." She said, fiddling with the switches. "Shit, I think the power is just knocked out. Good thing you finished that ice cream."

"Damn it," August sighed. "I wonder if the power's out at the party my parents went to."

"If it is, we can pretend you fell asleep before my mom got home so you don't have to deal with her giving you shit about not going if you want." She offered, turning around. "Now let's please get the fuck out of here? I think I saw a spider."

"I agree," he said with a grimace. "Spiders don't bother me but I'm just not a fan of this room. At all. Do you come down here often?"

"Nope." She said, making a beeline for the stairs.

August hurried after her, not pausing to look back.

She got the top, grinning. "Whoo!"

"I honestly didn't know you had a dungeon in your house," he remarked.

"There's a reason we don't go down there." She said, shaking his head. "Come on, lets get back to my room."

"Sure," he agreed. "What do you want to do now? I can't make fun of the books in your room in the dark."

"I have some records and a battery powered plug in." She offered.

He nodded. "Sounds fine. A bit boring, but the light's are out, so I guess I can't complain."

"Hey, I have good music taste!" She said, heading upstairs.

As they entered her room, he glanced at her guitar. "Why don't you play something? Maybe cover one of those songs from your mysterious notebook?"

"Maybe not those." She said quickly. "They're not… ready yet."

He shrugged. "Suit yourself. I liked them." He let the subject drop, heading over to her records and looking through them.

She picked up her guitar anyway, ready to play along to whatever he picked.

He picked up a random one, not bothering to read what it was. He trusted her taste in music enough. "How about this one?"

"Ramones. Wise choose, my good sir." She said, nodding.