forum Wanna Do A Witchcraft based One On One?

Started January 01, 2020 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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“Whaddya mean?” Cliff raised his eyebrows, gently plucking a few strings and chords on the acoustic guitar.

"Like, before it was made illegal." She said, looking up. "They heard it might happen, and collected stuff so that it wouldn't all be destroyed."

“Oh, I gotcha. Yeah, that’s a solid guess.” Cliff nodded, adjusting his posture so that he wasn’t slouching as much. “How many rooms are left, do we know? I wasn’t paying that much attention, so I don’t know if we’re at the end of the hall or not.”

"Honestly, no clue." She said, plucking at the bass strings. Hey, that sounds cool!

“..Me neither. Le’s just stay in here for now.” Cliff shifted to sit cross-legged, placing the guitar in his lap and trying his hand a few chords. He remembered a little bit from what his grandfather had shown him on his own illegal guitar, but not much.

Sheena was still playing around with the bass, looking at the faded writing on the head. "Fender Precision…" She mumbled, squinting slightly to make out the letters.

Cliff looked up. “What was that?” He tilted his head, continuing to strum absentmindedly.

"That's what' written up here." She said, pointing at the head. "I just saw words. Kinda faded, though."

“Oh, alrigh’. Though’ you were talkin’ to me for a second.” Cliff tapped the body of his guitar, setting it down for a moment as he inspected his fingertips. “Somethin’ says I’m gonna have to build up some kinda callouses on these things ‘fore I can play comfortably.”

"Think so, yeah." She said, playing around with the bass for a few more minutes before putting it down. "I'm gonna head back down, see if there's any lights and look through some stuff." She said, getting up.

“Yeah, go ahead. I’ll meet you down there ‘ventually.” Clif stretched, placing the guitar back where he found it and going to explore the rest of the room.

Sheena made her way downstairs, finding another light switch before going to look through the many shelves.

Cliff came down after five or so minutes. “Jesus, the light makes this place so different lookin’, don’t it? You can actually see.. well, everything.”

Sheena nodded, looking through a small stack of records. "And it's a little less… spooky."

“A li’l bit, yeah.” Cliff laughed, looking at all of the books.

Sheena skimmed over the back of another record, chewing her lip.

Cliff narrowed his eyes, running his fingers through his short hair as he studied a record. It wasn’t anything odd, just interesting. “So many of these records are ones that my granddad talked about when I was younger.. it’s crazy to think that I’d be seein’ all of ‘em in person.”

Sheena nodded. "Yeah." She said, stopping at one. "Ramones…"

“What about ‘em?” Cliff looked up, head cocked. “Some’n special ‘bout it?”

"No, I just find it weird, 'cause my last name is Ramone." She said, shrugging before carefully taking the record out of the sleeve to look at it

“Oh, yeah.” Cliff nodded, going back to study the record he was holding for a moment. “Oh damn, didn’ja say there was a song by the Ramones or somethin’ with Sheena in the title?”

"Yeah." She said, handing him the sleeve. "It's on this one. Sheena Is A Punk Rocker."

“Huh. You thinkin’ that’s where your name’s from? Maybe someone in your family likes- er, liked- this kinda music.” Cliff inspected the sleeve for a moment before handing it back. “I mean, it would make sense.”

Sheena shrugged. "Maybe…"

“Guess we can’t be sure.” Cliff shrugged, setting the record back in its place and standing up.