Synthetik week-end

Com-emo-tion at the local music store.

• Babybat: Wow! Tinderbox on vinyl!
• Eldergoth: STOP! Do you have a record player?
• Babybat: Well, no, but I want to get one.
• Eldergoth: My child, DON'T! ::shakes by shoulders:: Don't go down that road!
• Postpunker: Unless you're a trust fund baby, or you actually stop at one potato chip.
• Babybat: AH!
• Batcave: Hiss!
• Postpunker: Aw, common guys! I'm sorry for being a jerk. Let's just have a drama-free scene, right?
• Eldergoth: Oh sure. Just like you guys said last week, and the week before that, and since time immemorial. It always works too.
• Postpunker: What are you guys looking for? I can help you out.
• Batcave: hunnngh
• Postpunker: Batcave, honestly, I never understand what you're saying.
• Batcave: Dinga dinga dang a dinga dong ding dong!
• Postpuner: Not better.
• Batcave: ehhhhhh weh-hehh!
• Eldergoth: The Hell is that? I leak or something?
• Perky: Over there! Is that... is that a Goth? A Mallgoth? A camp counselor?! I'm so confused!
• Postpunker: I-I-I need to go. ::Puts on headphones:: Have fun being kind and open-minded, Elder.
• Eldergoth: Curses!
• Emokid: Oh woa, aaaaaaaaa! Ehhhgn.
• Babybat: What's wrong?
• Emokid: Please don't worry about me, it only hurts when I breath.
• Eldergoth: Don't tell me, kid, the girl you like but have never even talked to in your Art class doesn't sit at the same lunch table as you and it's making you suicidal? Oh, she's in your Geometry class? Well, then that changes everything. How can I continue enjoying my day when such a tragedy is unfolding before me?
• StoreOwner: Don't harass my customers Elder. I don't want to throw you in the garbage bin again.
• Eldergoth: /muttering/ Why don't you just look like Rob Halford more...
• StoreOwner: WHAT?!
• Eldergoth: Nothing, Sir. I won't bother him. I couldn't really say or do anything he hasn't done to himself already anyway.
• Emokid: I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself. The truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath, I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.
• Eldergoth: Well, now THAT is considerate. And most teenagers are so rude today! See, Babybat, a big difference between us and them is that we should be having *fun*. Read books you love, watch movies you love, wear clothing you love, obsess over things that are fantastic, romantic, intellectual, dark, even horrifying, just as long as they make you happy.
• Emokid: There is no happy here, there is no happy here.
• Eldergoth: It's ok to be bitchy like me, or cheery like Perky, even gripped by depression sometimes like postpunker, mania like Batcave, or heartache like Romantic. Be yourself, but promise me you'll leave the scene as soon as it stops making your life better.
• Babybat: That makes sense. I promise. Hug?
• Eldergoth: Um, no I don't really... oh, ok you're doing it anyway. Aw, Batcave, mmm you smell like burning leaves. Aw, I guess I don't always hate you guys.
• Batcave: Purr!
• Emokid: And if a double-decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.
• Eldergoth: Yeeeah. So over here is The Bolshoi who no one- Wait. A. Minute. That is a SMITH'S LYRIC YOU LITTLE SON OF BITCH! ::starts choking Emokid::
• Emokid: Igk deserzz thisgk - CACHK
• StoreOwner: That's it! Back in the trash until you learn to behave!
• Eldergoth: Oh shit! I BUY A THIRD OF YOUR MERCHANDISE, JUDAS PRIEST! Heels, don't break on me now! ::runs out::
• Emokid: I am finally seeing that I was the one worth leaving
• Babybat: Dude, inner-monologue- learn to use it.