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Ticketknoop ontward: 'Rapunzel' krijgt extensions! Extra shows in Antwerpen, Hasselt en Gent
Ticketknoop ontward: ‘Rapunzel’ krijgt extensions! Extra shows in Antwerpen, Hasselt en Gent
Wanneer je aankondigt in maart en april 2023 met een bigger and bolder versie van ‘Rapunzel’ naar Stadsschouwburg Antwerpen, Trixxo Theater Hasselt en Capitole Gent te trekken, en je strikt daarvoor o.a. Helle Vanderheyden (Rapunzel), Walter Baele (koning) en Sandrine Vanhandenhoven (heks), dan weet je dat dat verhaal een staartje zal krijgen.
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Field Mouse
District Twelve is filled with rats. Vermin. Infested in fact. That's the first thing Coriolanus Snow learns when he gets off the train at the station. At night he tries to soothe himself to sleep by telling himself that by all technicality, he's sleeping in the cleanest place there is in this sad excuse for a District.
Not that the Peacekeeper base is top tier. Because it's not.
His penthouse on the Corso is top-tier. But here he was, sweating as he loaded crates and barrels onto trucks in the sweltering heat of June. "Got here right in time Gent," his bunkmate Smiley jokes.
Coriolanus has to withstand the urge to roll his eyes at his friend's playful jest. There is nothing right about him being here. There is nothing good about District Twelve. There is nothing worth visiting District Twelve for and...oh.
Well, what does he have here?
Coriolanus had almost forgotten that women inhabited this part of Panem. It doesn't mean they're pretty, but they all share that one special thing between their legs and that's good enough for him.
His other bunkmate Beanpole takes notice of the change in Coriolanus's demeanor and nudges him, "We're going down to the Hob tomorrow night. You should come, meet the locals." He wiggles his eyebrows as he says the last part and Coriolanus grins. "Sounds like a plan."
If he were in the Capitol, he would've put a lot of time and effort into his appearance. He would've made sure his shirt was free of any wrinkles, that his shoes weren't scuffed, that his curls were styled just the right way.
But he's not in the Capitol. His shirt consists of the uniform every Peacekeeper is given when they arrive at the base. His shoes are heavy-duty boots, and he gets yelled at if his laces are undone. And his golden, precious curls are gone. Shaved off before he even left the Capitol.
He runs a hand through his buzzed hair as they all step into the Hob. According to Smiley, it's some sort of black-market the locals have put together. The Peacekeepers normally turn a blind eye since it's one of the only places you can get alcohol for a decent price, along with a good time with a girl.
Coriolanus surveys the room for a moment, locating all the exits and entry points. It seems there's one way in and one way out. A major fire hazard but who cares? "Let's get some drinks," Smiley shouts into his ear. It's loud in here, and it smells a little but Coriolanus nods, everything's more tolerable when you're drunk.
They get some drinks from a vendor who's running the bar who eyes them wearily until Smiley produces some coins. Then they're welcomed customers. "Folks around here are a bit scared off by us," he explains to Coriolanus, tugging on his blue shirt, "they can spot the uniform from a mile away."
Coriolanus was always able to identify the Peacekeepers in the Capitol, but he doesn't tell Smiley that. Peacekeepers were a beacon of security and safety to Capitol citizens. Here, they're practically terrorists.
It's like a sudden silence falls over the room before a girl comes scampering out onto the makeshift stage they have set up in the Hob, and she's hollering about all sorts of things. Coriolanus doesn't really pay her any mind, or the other's that join her and strike up a tune. Live music is always appreciated so he keeps on talking to Smiley about when he thinks Hoff might stop making them carry hundreds of crates back and forth from the base.
Coriolanus has always been perceptive, and that's how he spots a small disturbance in the crowd. It's between a girl and a guy and the two are arguing about something with such passion. Well, the guy is at least. The girl won't seem to give him the time of day as she pushes her way through the crowd that seems to make way for her, but not for him.
It's hard to make out her face in the dim lighting, but she looks pretty. Well, pretty for a girl in the Districts. She's making her way towards him. Towards the bar most likely. As they get closer Coriolanus can make out more of what the guy is saying.
"...didn't mean it! You know I would never get with her, you're the one for me Soarynn."
Soarynn. What a pretty name. And the closer she gets he can see that she's very pretty. Coriolanus decides that he'd be chasing her too if she was running away from him.
She finally reaches the bar, not sparing any Peacekeepers a glance as she goes to order. She doesn't get far before the guy grabs her arm and pulls her back. Coriolanus tightens his grip on his drink. He hates District people all the same, even if they're pretty girls. But there's just something about a guy bothering a girl that he hates.
"I didn't cheat so stop walkin' away from me!" He cries, frustration written all over his grimy face. Soarynn pulls her arm from his grasp, "I don't care what you did or didn't do, we're over Billy Taupe. Go find some new girl to follow around." She tries to step back but this Billy Taupe is relentless and clearly drunk because he goes to grab her waist. Soarynn doesn't hesitate to slap him across the face and several people let out low whistles at the public fight.
Coriolanus shakes his head and focuses back on Smiley, figuring the argument is over now that she's shown him a thing or two. So when he watches from the corner of his eye as Billy Taupe grabs her by the hair and starts screaming bloody murder, he's the first to react and leap to action.
She looks so scared in his grasp, trying to get away and Coriolanus doesn't hesitate to grab the drunk by the shoulders and pull him back. Soarynn manages to get out of Billy Taupe's grasp and watches wide-eyed as Coriolanus turns him around and socks him across the face.
Now it's a fight.
There's yelling from both sides, miners and Peacekeepers alike as Coriolanus punches Billy Taupe again. He tries to fight back and manages to snag him in his lip, but he's no match for Coriolanus who's much taller and more sober. Coriolanus lands one more punch, watching as blood gushes from Billy Taupe's nose.
The Hob is buzzing with noise now, people are screaming and arguing while the two boys are now on the floor. Even though he can barely hear himself think, he grabs Billy Taupe by the collar, pulling him off the ground, "Don't ever touch her again," he spits out before letting go of that sorry excuse of a person.
It's Beanpole who's pulling him off the ground, saying how they need to leave before backup gets here. The crowd makes it hard to move in any direction but they don't seem to be too mad at him. He gets some dirty looks but that's about it. Coriolanus only glances behind him once to see Soarynn looking right at him, her eyes wide and watching as he leaves.
The boys clap him on the back as they walk back to the base, "You sure-handed his ass to him," Beanpole laughs, "thought we'd never get you off of him."
Coriolanus shrugged, his lip had a small cut on it, which meant bruise, swelling, the whole nine yards really.
"I was just doing my job."
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He's felt someone's eyes on him since they pulled into the town square. But Coriolanus can't seem to find who's watching him. They're loading crates, again. It seems that the newer Peacekeepers are tasked with all the grunt work no one wants to be bothered with.
"Take a break!" The commanding officer yells, wiping sweat off his own brow before walking into the nearest establishment for reprieve which just so happens to be the bakery. Coriolanus watches him for a moment, his eyes scanning the bakery windows and then he sees her.
Sees those eyes.
Soarynn's eyes widen momentarily before a small smile spreads across her lips and she walks away from the window. Coriolanus looks around to see if anyone else notices her but everyone's too caught up in their misery with the heat to even look at him. Beanpole and Smiley are leaning up against the truck so he decides to stray from the group, do some recon if you will.
He can't go into the bakery, not with the officer still inside. But he can peek in, try and see her. He's walking by the alley when he hears a whistle. His head snaps towards the narrow road in between the barkey and another establishment but he sees nothing. In the movies he's seen this is the part where you run in the other direction.
He goes into the alley.
He walks further and further, passing by a small gate when a hand reaches out and grabs him. Coriolanus nearly jumps out of his skin when he's pulled to the side, his hand immediately going for his gun when he looks down and sees that it's her.
It's Soarynn.
She smiles up at him, her hand still on his arm, "Hi."
Coriolanus raises his eyebrows before replying, "Hello. Is there a reason as to why you lured me into this alley?"
Soarynn laughs and it sounds so sweet, sweet like honey. "I wanted to thank you for the other night. You were real noble saving me from the likes of Billy Taupe."
"Is he your boyfriend?" Coriolanus blurts out, watching her face slightly falter as if she's deciding whether or not to tell him the truth. "He was," she says slowly, swaying back and forth on her heels, taking her hand off his arm, "then I caught him cheatin' on me."
Coriolanus can't help the look of surprise on his face, out of all the women he's seen in District Twelve, Soarynn is by far the prettiest. "Why would he cheat on you?" He asks, "Doesn't make sense to cheat on a sweet girl like you."
Soarynn grins, tilting her head, "Boys will drop a shiny coin to pick up a pebble sweetheart, just the way it is." She looks him up and down then, taking in his current state, hot and sweaty. He must look very handsome right now. "They got y'all workin' hard with those crates. Been watchin' you all morning."
Coriolanus isn't used to this, how forward this girl is with him. In the Capitol, it's all about soft giggles and practiced glances. But this girl is putting it all out there so he might as well too. "You like looking at me?" He asks her, taking a step towards her. She doesn't back up. "Mhm. I like lookin' at pretty boys like you," she purrs, her fingers coming up to touch his dog tags, "especially pretty boys who come to my rescue." She grabs his tags, yanking him down until he's at eye level with her, she turns his tags in her fingers, not even looking at him.
For some reason, he finds that attractive. How she won't give him the time of day right now even though she's the whole reason he's in this alley.
She reads his dog tags, "Coriolanus Snow," she says, finally looking him in the eye and she looks rather impressed. "Eighteen years old, six-foot-two, Capitol born," she smirks at the last part. "I've never met a Capitol boy like you before. You miss home?" He doesn't miss a beat, "Yes." Soarynn laughs and nods her head, "I would too, especially if I ended up here."
She lets go of his tags but he doesn't rise to his full height, he stays down there with her. "Do you have a job?" She shrugs, "Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. Depends which way the wind blows I guess." Coriolanus bites his lip, his bruised lip and she notices, reaches out, and touches it without even asking, "Sorry about your lip. Billy Taupe can throw a nasty punch when he's angry."
Suddenly his stomach is in knots thinking about how she knows what it feels like to be punched by Billy Taupe. "He ever hit you?"
That seems to be the question that scares her off the most, he can almost see her putting her walls back up, "I'm not with him anymore. Don't need to worry about who he's punchin' or kissin' for that matter."
So he's hit her before. That's fine. Perfectly fine.
A sharp whistle pulls the two out of their tense little world and Coriolanus straightens back up, leaning out to see they're finally packing up and heading back to the base. "I'd like to see you again," he says, looking down at her. Her hair is parted down the middle, it's blonde and it looks so soft. Her tan skin is fairly clean and she's got these eyes he can't look away from. They're blue with a hint of gray. Freckles cover her face and her pink lips curl up into a smile, "You wanna see little old me again? After all the trouble I've caused you?" She asks, feigning surprise.
Coriolanus rolls his eyes and nods, "I'll take my chances." Soarynn hums, bouncing on her toes, "I'll be at the Hob this Friday. 'Course you can always come see me in the Seam." He furrows his brows, the Seam?
Soarynn giggles, "Oh so you're really new to District Twelve huh? I'll see you on Friday then. Coriolanus Snow." She slips something in his hand before she spins around, walking up two stairs and opening a door. He has no clue where it leads or where she's going but he's nodding and watching her leave.
It's only when he's sitting in the back of the truck that he looks to see what she gave him. It's a ribbon. Pink, silky, probably cost her a small fortune. Smiley looks over and his eyebrows raise, "Where'd you get that?" Coriolanus finds it incredibly rude of Smiley to insert himself somewhere he has no business being, but perhaps sharing this little secret will pay off in the end. After all, Smiley is much more knowledgeable about this place than he is at the moment. "That girl from the Hob," he says, his voice hushed, his fist curling around the ribbon.
Smiley grins, "Looks like she's being sweet on you if she gave you that. Must make you her hero or something since you saved her from that guy."
Coriolanus frowns because it makes perfect sense why Soarynn would like him and be so sweet to him. He protected her. He saved her. But he's a Peacekeeper. He's seen the way people look at him, at his friends, his bosses. All they see is Capitol dogs.
"But I'm a Peacekeeper," he points out, "she should hate me for what I do."
The truck jostles and Coriolanus knows they're back on base, and watches the gates close behind them. Home sweet home.
Smiley chuckles, "Sounds like she's one of those girls who has a thing for Peacekeepers. Some women love men with authority so we're the perfect fit for them, makes them feel like they're special."
Well, this was news to Coriolanus. He'd grown up hating District people and always assumed that they did the same. Which meant something must be really wrong with this girl.
The truck finally came to a stop and they hopped out, the ribbon still clutched in his hand. It was pretty, like her. And he didn't get a whole lot of pretty out here in Twelve, surrounded by sweaty, grumbling men.
Smiley bumped his shoulder with him, "They're like bees to honey with us, can't get enough.”
Everyone begins walking towards the mess hall. Cookie made something fried tonight from what he can smell and everyone wants a bite, but Coriolanus lingers behind.
Looking at that pink ribbon. It’s soft, it sure would look pretty in her hair.
“…like bees to honey…”
Those words play over and over in his head for the rest of the day, rest of the night. Surely he hasn’t misread the situation, her actions. She gave him that ribbon to remember her, so he’d think about her until they saw each other again. She even told him where she lived! Kind of. Sort of. Maybe.
“Hey Beanpole,” he says, not moving from his position on his bunk. They have an hour of free time before its lights out and Coriolanus has been using it to mull over his possibilities with Soarynn.
“Yeah, Gent?”
Coriolanus debates how much he should ask, how much he should tell. Because at the end of the day, he’s here to work, to suffer, to serve. Hoff hasn’t directly said they couldn’t be in relationships but he has a feeling that they’re rather frowned upon. Especially with new recruits. Especially with District girls.
“Where’s the Seam?”
The laugh he gets from Beanpole makes him wonder if it’s so obvious. Clearly, there aren’t big signs in town pointing in every which direction but still, it seems to be a valid question.
“The Seam is the south side of nowhere my friend. It’s rock bottom.”
Oh, so she’s poor.
Or her family is poor at least which makes her poor. If only he could take her back with him to the Capitol, show her true wealth.
“I’ll point you in the right direction when we stop by town tomorrow,” his bunkmate offers. Coriolanus thanks him before rolling over in his bunk, staring at the wall. This is a bad idea, he thinks. But what’s the worst that can happen? A little heartbreak never killed anybody.
Right?
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“Just keep walking down that road and you’ll reach the Seam,” Beanpole said, giving Coriolanus a pat on the back like he’d need it.
Coriolanus nodded and soldiered on towards the Seam, a bag of ice clutched in his hand. It took some convincing from Cookie, but he managed a decent-sized bag, figuring Soarynn might enjoy some ice. The further he walks the more he realizes why Beanpole wished him luck. The Seam is where poor, poor, poor people live.
The houses can barely hold themselves together, the roofs are sagging, the grass is dead, the fences are leaning and Coriolanus is about to start running.
But he can’t.
He needs to be a man, a better man. At least a better man than Billy Taupe which shouldn’t be hard since he hits his girlfriend.
Ex-girlfriend, Coriolanus reminds himself as he comes across a man working on his front fence. The man looks normal enough until Coriolanus asks him for directions and he realizes the man is missing his two front teeth.
“I’m looking for a girl,” he starts and the man lets out a wheeze, slapping his knee. “Aren’t we all?” He asks, throwing his head back. Coriolanus sighs, leave it to him to ask this absolute nut job for directions. “Her name is Soarynn,” he continues, “she said she lives in the Seam.” That seems to sober the man up long enough to think, “Oh the blonde girl,” he snaps his fingers, “she lives at the end of the road.”
Of course, she does.
Coriolanus thanks the man before continuing his trek to her house. It’s positively sweltering and he’s glad he had forgone the long-sleeved part of his Peacekeeper uniform. Today it’s the pants and the white shirt. Simple. He’s hoping for handsome but his sweat isn’t helping.
When he finally reaches her house he’s passed a number of people on the street, all looking at him strangely as if he’s the odd one out. Shouldn’t these people be working? No wonder this country was such a mess.
Soarynn’s house is gray but that seems to be a recurring theme in the Seam. It looks to be about two stories although he wouldn’t try the second floor if he was smart. There’s a rickety porch and he cautiously makes his way up the steps and knocks on the door.
There’s the chance that no one’s home. With his luck, her dad will answer the door.
When the door opens he almost wishes it was her dad answering. It’s a boy. His age, brown hair, tan skin, shirtless. They’re about the same height and they immediately size each other up because what else do teenage boys do?
Finally, the brown-haired boy smirks and looks over his shoulder, “Your pretty boy is here Soarynn.”
His heart beats a little faster at the nickname. One, because it’s a nickname and Coriolanus only has two other nicknames, Gent and Coryo. Both reserved for very different people. Two, because it means she’s talked about him since they last saw each other. It’s only been two days but still.
He can hear a bit of scuffling before Soarynn pushes her way to the front door, shoving the other boy back into the house, “Don’t make me get my earplugs,” the boy says to her. Soarynn looks up and shoots him a nasty look before jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow, “Go fishin’ Jett, and don’t tell no one either.”
Jett, it seems, simply holds his hands up before shooting Coriolanus one more look and disappearing into the house.
Coriolanus can feel his bottom lip twitching. Who was that? At first he feared the worst, that she might already be with someone else, but their dynamic doesn’t seem that way.
“My cousin,” Soarynn says as if reading his mind.
Coriolanus finally looks down at her and isn’t she just something? Her hair’s been thrown up in a messy bun, a few pieces falling out here and there. She’s wearing a dress with thin straps, it’s light blue and it looks like it’s been worn to death. He isn’t even trying to notice but she’s got no bra on and she doesn’t seem to care that he’s seeing her this way, so exposed right now.
“I thought I might never find this place,” he says, not wanting to expand on her cousin anymore if he can help it. Soarynn gives him a small smile and leans against the doorframe as if the house won’t fall over from her small amount of weight. “But you found me,” she tells him, some pride in her tone.
Coriolanus swallows, “I did.” He looks into the house to see if he can find anyone else but it seems to be empty. Soarynn catches him looking because she seems to notice everything and straightens back up, “Why don’t we go to the meadow?”
The meadow? A possibly desirable place in this wasteland?
“Sounds good to me.”
꧁ ꧂
Soarynn doesn’t wear any shoes when they go to the meadow. It’s quite literally right behind her house which makes it easier, but still. What if she stepped on something or got bit? She doesn’t seem to care.
She leads him to a large oak tree where there’s a rock under it, the perfect size for the both of them to perch on. At least that’s what she tells him.
“I come bearing gifts,” he says, settling down on the rock.
Soarynn tilts her head and pulls her knees up to her chest, “You don't say.”
Even though he’s sure she already saw it he makes a big show of producing the ice. It’s not even the satisfaction of knowing he provided for her that makes him happy, it’s the big smile that spreads across her face when she sees the bag.
“Well this is a gift good as any,” she says with a laugh, grabbing the bottom of the bag to feel how cold it is. “Y’all got ice on that Peacekeeper base?”
Coriolanus nods while untying the bag, offering her a cube. Soarynn simply opens her mouth and he doesn’t falter to drop the cube into her mouth, watching her work on it for a minute. “Thank you for the ribbon by the way. You didn’t have to give me a gift.”
Soarynn raises her eyebrows and looks out into the meadow, “Wasn’t much of a gift as it was a token. A token of my affection,” she states matter of factly.
Coriolanus grins, “Does that mean you might show me some affection today?”
Soarynn shoots him a flirtatious look, “Might show you somethin’ more if you keep it up pretty boy.”
That’s what he likes most about her he thinks, how she can dish as well as she can take it.
He wonders what else she can take.
“Have you ever been with a Peacekeeper before?” He asks, curious to see if Smiley is right and if he’s her third victim of the month. He’s sure there are girls like that, finding some new boy the second their old one gets shipped off to some new District.
Soarynn bites her lip, “Been with a Peacekeeper in what way? Sexually?”
Well, he hadn’t meant that but there’s no going back now he supposes, “In any way shape, or form,” he decides, popping two ice cubes into his own mouth. He doesn’t suck on them like Soarynn does like she’s trying to savor them because she doesn’t know the next time she’ll get ice. He can get as much ice as he damn well pleases back at the base.
“Nope, y’all aren’t really my type,” she says with a smile, gigging when Coriolanus gasps as if offended. “But you’re here with me,” he points out, “and why aren’t we your type?”
Soarynn pretends to think for a second before answering, “I like boys with longer hair.”
Oh, that hurts. If only he could show her how long his curls used to be. She’d be on him in seconds if she knew.
“Well, I didn’t get much say in the matter. Have you ever cut your hair?”
Soarynn shakes her head, her nose slightly wrinkling as if the very thought of it is repulsive. “Never cut it. Some women are superstitious about cuttin’ their hair, I just never had the urge to do it. Plus if I ever did have to cut it to sell it, I’d like to get my money's worth.”
Is this what it’s come to in the Districts? Cutting hair to sell it? Who wants to buy hair?
Coriolanus takes another good look at Soarynn. It’s hard to imagine her hair chopped to her shoulders but he thinks she’d look pretty still. She’s got the right face shape for it and her jaw juts out in just the right way. His eyes wander down her small, slender frame. If she was naked he’s sure she’d be all skin and bones, you can probably see how many ribs she has.
He remembers what that was like. Being poor and hungry. The worst two feelings in the world. But she seems happy as she gazes out into the meadow. Can’t miss what you never had he decides.
“You know, if you ever need money…I could help you out. Of help with whatever you need,” he says, already feeling like more of a hero to her.
Soarynn snorts and he frowns, what’s so funny? When she sees his expression she laughs even harder and shakes her head, “You don’t need to be my hero sweetheart. I really appreciate it but I don’t want your money.”
Well, then what does she want?
Coriolanus scratches the back of his neck, “Is there anything you from me then?”
He’d sure hope so. Here he was with this girl out in the middle of nowhere when he could be back on base with cool air blowing all around him.
Soarynn peered up at him through her long eyelashes, “I can think of a few things,” she mumbles with a grin.
At least they’re somewhat on the same page now.
Coriolanus doesn’t hesitate to lean in, his hand cupping her face as his lips press against hers. Her lips taste like sweet syrup and she smells like vanilla. Soarynn’s hands rest on his biceps, slightly squeezing them. His training has given him muscles he’s never seen before and he’s not complaining.
He drops the bag of ice to grab her waist with his other hand, his palm pressing into the back of her spine through her dress. Soarynn sighs into the kiss, one of her hands coming up into his hair, carding her fingers through it. She smiles against his lips, “Might just make an exception for you and your buzzed hair,” she mumbles. He pulls her in closer, wishing he could crawl into her skin and never let her go.
Soarynn isn’t the first girl he’s kissed and he doubts she’ll be the last. But right now she’s the only one who matters, the only person that matters here in District Twelve. Besides him of course.
He gets her to lie down on the rock, propping himself over her while they explore each other’s mouths. She’s so soft and sweet, and small, he likes how much bigger he is compared to her. How he could break her in half if he really wanted to.
They’re much more handsy once she’s lying down. Her hands slip under his white shirt, her fingertips tracing over his sculpted abdomen sending shivers down his back. Coriolanus presses one more kiss to her lips before kissing down her jaw, peppering her neck with kisses while his hand slips onto her thigh. He should probably ask if she’s okay with this, if she wants more, wants less. If she’s a virgin.
Probably not.
A girl like her knows a thing or two about men and their sexual urges.
His hand slips under her dress and he can feel the fabric of her panties. They’re probably old, well-worn, maybe the only pair she owns. Who knows what they can afford out here in Twelve.
Just as his hand is slipping under the fabric of her panties, a hissing sound pulls Coriolanus from his lustful haze. He glances to the right and nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees a snake has slithered its way onto the rock.
“Shit,” he swears, getting off of her so they can both run. Soarynn’s eyes fly open, most likely confused as to why he’s stopped kissing her and she looks over to see the reptile currently threatening their lives. “Oh, hey there little fella.”
Coriolanus is on his feet within seconds, breathing heavily as he eyes the snake. Maybe he could shoot it, but he’d feel kind of bad killing an animal in front of Soarynn.
And Soarynn isn’t making any sudden moves to get off the snake rock. In fact, she grabs the snake. It slithers through her fingers and around her arms as if it’s her domesticated pet. She doesn’t even seem frightened by it. She looks up at him and gives him a small smile, “Don't need to run pretty boy, this here's a corn snake, all bark and no bite."
Coriolanus highly doubts that thing doesn't bite, nor does it bark but he relaxes slightly when he sees how calm the reptile is in her hands.
"Are there a lot of snakes out here?" He asks, suddenly feeling very exposed out here in this meadow with the tall grass, giving any other animals the perfect chance to attack him without him seeing them. Soarynn shrugs, "I guess. They're good for the rats though," she gives him a knowing look, "makes me real sad when they get the little field mice though. They don't cause no one trouble."
A field mouse he could deal with. He's dealing with one right now it seems.
Soarynn reminds him of a mouse. Small, harmless, easy to crush if need be. At the end of the day, they're still vermin no matter how cute they may seem.
Soarynn finally puts the snake back in the grass and watches it slither away before she slips off the rock and joins him, lacing her fingers with his, "Thanks for protectin' me," she jokes, standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.
Coriolanus manages to give her a sheepish look. It's not like he intended to abandon her, but she moved so slowly and she clearly didn't seem to have a problem with the snake. "Sometimes you've gotta let your girl handle her own battles," he responds cooly, giving her hand a squeeze.
Her eyes slightly widen before creasing upwards in a smile, "So I'm your girl then? Just like that?"
Had he already called her his girl? He hadn't meant to move so fast or really attach himself to her like this but she seemed alright and it never hurt to know some of the locals, have a spot where he could relax from his Peacekeeping duties.
And Soarynn was pretty. Very pretty. He hadn't gotten a good look at her under that dress but he was planning to and that meant keeping her around for a little longer. Besides, he wouldn't be in District Twelve forever. No. He planned on getting back to the Capitol one way or another to finish what he started. He'd have some fun for now and then get the hell out of here.
"Yep," he replies, "unless you're stringing along some other guy."
Nows her chance to come clean, to tell him if Billy Taupe isn't the only person he has to worry about because he'll be damned if he's being played.
Soarynn shakes her head, "Just you and me sweetheart."
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TBOSAS HOT TAKE: Coryo Snow Should’ve Been The First Official Hunger Games ✨Escort✨.
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Funny reminder that in TBOSAS, our young Coriolanus Snow was technically (in fact) the first Hunger Games ✨Escort✨ when you think about it.😂
I mean, he was literally the first person who took the initiative to go and greet his Tribute at the train station. He even willingly got inside the truck that was supposed to be only for the Tributes. So he did (in a sense) technically escorted all of them at one point. And lastly, at the zoo, he introduced Lucy Gray to the public, after they were dumped inside the cage. So yes, Coryo is a certified Hunger Games Escort.
Moreover, if Casca Highbottom really wanted to punish Coryo for meeting his Tribute, without the school’s permission, then the Dean should’ve just made the poor cabbage boy an escort (like Effie Trinket), than a Mentor.🤣
Besides, Casca did confess that he wanted Coryo to quit and fail the mentorship program. So demote the boy to escort duties, dammit!
Not gonna lie, I would pay good money to see Coryo Snow become the first official HG escort in the long history of Panem, after getting a demerit from the Dean. And to be honest, that’s gotta be one of the best ✨Capitol Dramas✨ ever made, if Coryo still (miraculously) becomes President in this Crack!AU.
I can even imagine his fellow classmates, especially Clemensia, Livia, and Festus intentionally and unintentionally bringing up Snow’s humiliating demotion (from Mentor to Escort) every tea party, just for a laugh.
And who knows, our poor cabbage boy might even be good at his job, considering that he was expected and educated enough to act like a gentleman in front of the public. Also, his Peacekeeper nickname was “Gent” for a reason.
And let’s just hope that Coryo can say something about “Manners” and “Mahogany” if one of his Tributes stabbed a wooden table in the future.
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buenos dias mi gente! i come to you with the 70th anniversary of my favorite event in PR history! On March 1, 1954, four brilliant puerto rican revolutionaries and activists entrered the United States Capitol building in DC and started shooting at the conggressmen. These people were lead by Lolita Lebron, one of the most brilliant puerto rican activists of that time. Along with her, Rafael Cancel Miranda, Irvin Flores, and Andres Figueroa Cordero. No one was killed in the shooting, but 5 congressmen were wounded. Even after being arrested, they proclaimed that all they did was for the freedom of puerto rico! Lolita Lebron herself lived until 90 years (2010), never letting go of her ideals and never once regretting what she did. Rafael Cancel Miranda died 4 years ago due to old age, and has multiple interviews online. may they rest in power, y q dios los bendiga a todos!
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𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝗚𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥... tablero de pinterest. playlist. conexiones.
# veintidós — # cantante — # esqueleto a2 ( 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 )
she'll make you curse, but she a blessing . . .
hola, por acá sheik con la primera de sus crías. les voy a dejar sus detallitos más importantes, y si creen que podría funcionar con alguno de sus personajes, no duden en darle like o mandarme un mensajito ! de igual forma les dejo mi telegram ( @ weekvndz ) y mi discord ( @ goldrvsh#7439 )
es la menor de dos hermanos, pero toda su vida se le ha tratado como si fuese la única. busca bastante a su hermano pero él no le hace mucho caso por resentimiento, así que bueno... ella lo resiente de vuelta lol. por si alguien lo quiere traer y fastidiarla.
una nepobaby en todo su esplendor: su madre es una ex modelo y empresaria gracias a una línea de maquillaje y cuidado de la piel ( en la cual aún no convence a gale de participar, pues relación a veces es medio escabrosa ). su papá es un magnate de la música, un productor discográfico que es súper respetado y admirado en la industria. esto por supuesto lleva a la gente a poner en duda el talento de gale y considerar que su creciente éxito es únicamente por su apellido, y si está donde está, es por él. aunque puede ser que esto facilitara un poco su contrato con capitol records.
pueden encontrar más info sobre su personalidad en su formulario, peeeero... es bastante ambiciosa y perseverante, de hecho se esforzó por su éxito. su papá jamás hubiera pasado vergüenzas para cumplirle un capricho. gale sudó lloró y sangró por hacer despegar su carrera musical porque le apasiona ( y porque su papá es súper exigente y no hubiera esperado menos ).
está altamente basada en sweet but psycho de ava max. literalmente tiene toda esa energía de lokita pero atractiva saben?? pero tmb es la clase de demencia de la que escribe taylor swift sobre sí misma??? she'll trick people into loving her and make it seem effortless y ni modo. igual, siempre pretende que tiene todo bajo control pero es super dramática y vive de la atención y creo que otra canción que la definiría tan bien sería all the fucking time de loote.
perdón por esto pero a veces su privilegio le nubla un poco la mente. su sentido del humor es bastante cuestionable y podría ser un poco cancelable. le gusta jugar a la tonta pero no lo es para nada; es bastante vengativa así que cuidado con lo que le hacen a ella o a sus amigas.
es jennifer check rubia, she goes both ways ( mentira literalmente es simp en secreto, le ENCANTAN las mujeres por eso el tatuaje que tiene en la pierna lmaooo a los hombres solo le gusta usarlos para que le inflen el ego y desecharlos )
¿qué conexiones pueden funcionar con gale? como mencioné allá arriba, si alguien se anima a traer a su hermano estaría maravilloso. quizás algún sujeto con el que haya salido antes de salir del closet, y más bien para mantener contentos a sus papás. es muy apegada a sus mejores amigas, pero quizás tener otras amistades un poco más superficiales le vendría bien a su desarrollo, a ver si empieza a madurar en ese aspecto. gente a la cual bullear por supuesto pq she's kinda shitty obvio :$ y también estaría padre que por ahí algunos disfrutaran de su música. aún no defino bien su estilo pero en este universo "boyfriend" de dove cameron y "colorado" de reneé rapp son los hitazos de gale thatcher :-)
update !! ( spoiler ?? de sex lives of college girls ) me gustaría esta conexión con alguna ex :$ ahí vemos si acaban bien o mal juju.
#conexiones.#traté de resumirlo pero la amo así que si tienen dudas me preguntan :$#podría hablar de gale por horas#la conocí hace 5 minutos pero mword por ella
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A couple weeks late to tumblr, but it's still Rockuary so these films are still playing at Spectacle all this month!
Spectacle Radio ep.95 :: 02.02.23 :: The long now, the big here
Washington Bruno - Barravento
Alceu Valença e Sérgio Ricardo - Festa do mutirão (Night of the Scarecrow)
Caetano Veloso - Sao Bernardo
Sérgio Ricardo - Esse Mundo e Meu
Emilinha Borba - Pescador Granfino (Tabu)
Washington Bruno - Barravento
This Night I’ll Possess Your Corpse
Caetano Veloso - Augusto Busto (Tabu)
Maria Klonaris - Selva. A Portrait of Parvaneh Navaï
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The Stardust Brothers // Crazy Game
Flesh // O kimari no gogo
Tinnie Punx // Money
Kan Takagi // Drop Science
Fancy Dance
Der Zibet // Only You, Only Love
Ryuchi Sakamoto // end credits of Almodovar's High Heels
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Bad Brains - The Regulator (Punk the Capitol)
Grob - I Don’t Believe in Anarchy
Oleg Nikolayevich Karavaichuk - Brief Encounters
Ryuichi Sakamoto - Hotel Room (Wild Side)
Wiktor Striborg - Mushroom Melody: A Ballad In Rhythm Jeans
Gente Bajando Escaleras - OMG WOW
18 Carat Affair - Desire (Taiwan Night Market)
Brian Eno - Imaginary Landscapes
Nikos Touliatos - End Titles from See You in Hell My Darling
Love Massacre
Jim O’Rourke - Still in Cosmos // Takashi Makino
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Brian Eno // Fullness of the Wind
Avro Part // Spiegel em Spiegel
Ryuchi Sakamoto // A Carved Stone
Ryuchi Sakamoto // After All
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Gent Belgium - Capitol Graaf Van Vlaanderen Plein
Always thought these ornamental architectural details were done in cement or plaster, but apparently these ones are cast iron.
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Betoverend ballet: ‘Beauty & The Beast’ strijkt seer in Capitole Gent https://www.westnieuws.be/betoverend-ballet-beauty-the-beast-strijkt-seer-in-capitole-gent/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr
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‘Pur Sang brengt ode aan Rob de Nijs’ in Capitole Gent (20/09) en Koningin Elisabethzaal Antwerpen (14/12)
Op 21 juni 2022 nam Rob de Nijs in de Amsterdamse Ziggo Dome definitief afscheid van het publiek. Een ontroerend en emotioneel afscheid van één van de beste en meest geliefde zangers van de Lage Landen. Zijn strijd tegen de ziekte van Parkinson maakte een abrupt einde aan een indrukwekkende 60-jarige muzikale carriere. Iets wat bij de Nederlandse en Vlaamse fans een enorme indruk heeft gemaakt.…
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Night Club Musical Act 098
djbigdirty.com
1. [00:00] Intro
2. [00:37] Le Youth & EMME- Talking Like That {This Never Happened}
3. [04:19] Kaskade & Lauren L’aimant- Save Me {ARKADE}
4. [08:45] Madonna- Frozen (Arbey Gonzalez Bootleg) {White}
5. [13:49] Miss Monique & AVIRA feat LUNA- Subterranean {Armada}
6. [17:57] Marsh feat ALLKNIGHT- Everything {Major Recordings}
7. [22:22] Florence + The Machine- You’ve Got The Love (Mark Knight Remix) {Toolroom}
8. [28:06] Mau P- Drugs From Amsterdam {Island}
9. [31:43] CASSIMM- Love Desire {Golden}
10. [35:54] Chicane feat Moya Brennan (Ilan Bluestone Remix) {Armada}
11. [40:39] Deeparture & ALLKNIGHT- Catch Me If You Can {Odd One Out}
12. [44:59] BLOND:ISH, Madonna & Miss Monique feat Eran Hersh & Darmon (Miss Monique Remix) {Insominiac}
13. [48:50] Kasablanca- Rubicon {Anjunabeats}
14. [52:48] Bedouin- Tijuana (Vintage Culture Remix) {Human By Default}
15. [57:25] Eli & Fur- You’re So High (10 Years On) {NYX}
16. [01:02:10] Everything But The Girl- Missing (Sonny Noto Remix) {White}
17. [01:06:45] Estiva- On The Line (Club Mix) {Colorize}
18. [01:10:35] Tears For Fears, Tiesto, Niiko, SWAE, & Gudfella- Rule The World (Everybody) {Capitol}
19. [01:13:32] Faithless feat Zoë Johnston- Crazy English Summer (Maor Levi Remix) {White}
20. [01:18:09] Solardo & Mandalo- Lemon & Lime {SOLA}
21. [01:23:10] Ruffneck feat Yavahn- Be Somebody
22. [01:27:14] Anyma & Delhia de France- Walking With A Ghost {Interscope}
23. [01:31:25] TH;EN- Gente {Einmusika}
24. [01:36:23] Jason Ross feat Dia Frampton- Never Alone {Anjunabeats}
25. [01:41:08] Above & Beyond & Oceanlab- Satellite (Above & Beyond’s 2023 Progressive Mix) {Anjunabeats}
26. [01:46:55] KREAM & Coco Star- I Need A Miracle {Musical Freedom}
27. [01:49:51] Zsak- can You Feel It {There Was Jack}
28. [01:53:24] John Summit & Hayla- Where You Are (Mike Saint-Jules Bootleg} {White}
Check out this episode of dj bigdirty's night club musical
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Helen Love- Yeah Yeah We’re Helen Love (Damaged Goods)
At some point in the late 90’s or early 00’s someone turned me on to Cardiff, Wales pop band Helen Love (it might have been Honeyrider’s Gary Stickland…who I believe played with them for a time) and I’ve never looked back. As far as I can tell it’s a duo of Helen on vocals and a mysterious gent on instruments. The songs are fun and very catchy….oh and they love The Ramones. It’s bubblegummy with a capitol B and that pumping keyboard never stops (you won’t want it to).
Did I say that they really love The Ramones? (you’ll notice on of their song titles): “Joey Ramoney,” “Debbie Loves Joey,” etc.
The Damaged Goods label has put together the 30-plus song comp that features many of the bands best songs (duh…..it’s a best of). Dig in to ace cuts like “Punk Boy,” “Bubblegum,” “King of Kung Fu” “Happyhardcore,” “Great in Formula One, “Beat Him Up” and too many more.
Again, to be clear, this is real bubblegummy (as if you can’t tell from what I’ve already written) so dive in with an open mind and ears and I think you’ll fall in love with the one and only Helen Love. I mean, you must!
www.damagedgoods.co.uk
www.helenlove.bandcamp.com
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¿alguien conoce a bowie albertine? los rumores llenan todos los rincones y los hechos seguramente darán de qué hablar.
belu, ¡bienvenide a millennialshqs! estamos felices de recibirte en el grupo y no podemos esperar a ver cómo tu personaje se desarrolla en esta historia. recordá enviar la cuenta de tu personaje pronto y, en caso de necesitar cualquier cosa, no dudes en ponerte en contacto con nosotras.
OOC.
nombre: belu
pronombres: femeninos
edad: 24 años
zona horaria: gmt -3
triggers: maltrato animal, non-con, incesto
¿algo que agregar?: todo está hermoso!
IC.
nombre: bowie albertine
pronombres: femeninos
faceclaim: cari fletcher
edad: 24 años
esqueleto: j2
fecha de cumpleaños: 3 de agosto
descripción psicológica:
tramposa, algo altanera y mentirosa. apasionada en todos los aspectos, pero trabajadora sólo en lo que verdaderamente le interesa. si tuviera que describirse a sí misma, tiene las palabras justas: un desastre. carismática pero también por demás negativa. si a la gente le cuesta entender sus acciones, a ella otro tanto. tiende a ver las cosas en gris mientras otros las ven en blanco y negro. en ocasiones puede ser algo autodestructiva, pues no sabe lidiar con sus emociones si no es arruinándose y a veces peca de imprudente, pero no le importa meterse en problemas por lo que considera correcto. prefiere pedir perdón a pedir permiso.
descripción física: mide 1.70m y su cabello es pelirrojo. siempre lleva varios anillos en sus manos y el único tatuaje que tiene es una llamita de fuego en uno de sus glúteos.
PERMISOS, MARCA CON NEGRITA TU RESPUESTA:
en caso de unfollow, ¿dejarías que se continúe utilizando tu personaje como no jugable? sí / no.
¿dejarías que todo lo que rolees pueda tener impacto directo sobre la trama del grupal? es decir, que a partir de tus convos la administración pueda usar cierta información para futuras actividades. sí / sí, pero hablándolo primero / no.
parte dos.
headcanons:
uno. la principal testigo del inestable matrimonio de los albertine. ambos cirujanos, ninguno pasa demasiado tiempo en casa — pero no es hasta varios años después que descubre que no sólo es por las interminables jornadas liberales, sino por repetidas infidelidades de ambas partes. progenitor deja la casa cuando ella tiene doce, llamadas cada vez más esporádicas hasta que eventualmente desaparecen y ella lo deja en el olvido, porque si hay algo que su madre le ha inculcado es a nunca depender de nadie.
dos. haciéndole honor a su nombre, la música siempre forma parte de su vida. es el único escape del desastre que es su familia, lo único que por un par de horas la aísla del mundo. no obstante, al inscribirse a la universidad decide seguir la tradición familiar y convertirse en cirujana porque haciendo ruido no va a llegar a ninguna parte, como siempre dice mamá. en nyu es una especie de legado, donde dice su apellido viene la cantinela de la inminencia que es su madre, pero al cabo de tres años en la carrera decide que no es para ella y abandona. no sabe qué es lo que quiere hacer, por lo que lo más sensato ( en su mente, al menos ) es comprar un pasaje de avión e irse a recorrer europa. su madre lo permite, pero corta toda comunicación. si quiere ser una fracasada, bien, pero ella no quiere verlo.
tres. casi un año más tarde recibe un llamado. es su madre comunicándole que ha sido diagnosticada con alzhéimer de inicio precoz y va a instalarse en una residencia médica en san francisco, pasando ella a ser la responsable de absolutamente todo. noticia cae como balde de agua fría, porque por más que relación nunca haya sido la mejor, la idea de su madre simplemente olvidándola de un día para el otro, perder su esencia, no es nada fácil de digerir. así es como acaba viviendo en un complejo de departamentos, compañeras de piso pronto convirtiéndose en sus mejores amigas. lo que sea que hacen, lo hacen juntas.
cuatro. se muda a los angeles cuando a su banda le ofrecen un contrato con capitol records. en san francisco fue la primera vez que tuvo una familia real, por lo que agarra a todos de la mano y los lleva con ella.
conexiones: ( un mínimo de cinco conexiones por personaje el máximo es a elección. toda conexión creada deberá ser descrita en este formulario. )
CARMELA CAMACHO: mejor amiga. se conocieron en san francisco al compartir piso junto a james, su otra mejor amiga. ahora ya las considera hermanas por lo que, cuando le ofrecen contrato con sello discográfico, no duda el invitarla a mudarse con ella. ni siquiera cuando consigo viene selina, su sobrina. no hay nada que una no sepa de la otra y todo lo hacen juntas. su departamento siempre es un desastre y constantemente entra y sale gente.
DANI COVARRUBIAS: vecino y papá de selina. cuando está de buen humor se llevan genial, y trato cordial en parte es porque está detrás de su hermana nacha, pero cuando está de malas lo echa a patadas del departamento. también le reclama en chiste la cuota alimentaria de su sobrina.
NACHA COVARRUBIAS: está dispuesta a hacer todo lo que esté a su alcance para conquistarla, incluso si eso significa tener que enseñarle a tocar la guitarra (con chistes sugerentes de por medio) o tener que ser extra cordial con su hermano. cree que también las une el dolor de cabeza de que les encajaran una sobrina en común.
GALE THATCHER: la detesta, y obliga a sus amigas a que la odien también. odia todo lo que tiene que ver con gale: su familia, sus conexiones, que ella tenga todo más fácil que el resto solo por su apellido. disputa empezó porque bowie se burló de ella en tik tok, y de ahí las indirectas en redes sociales van y vienen. más de una vez han dado de qué hablar en el círculo de tik tok que las sigue.
IRIS VAN BARDELEVEN: la odia por asociación, porque iris es mejor amiga de gale — por lo tanto, iris la odia de la misma manera. blonda se burla de ella públicamente y bowie hace lo mismo, tratándola de nepo baby y hueca.
DOMINIQUE SHIN: se conocieron en un concierto y acabaron pasando la noche juntas. luego bowie no quiso saber más nada, por supuesto, pero relación sigue siendo cordial entre ellas. quizás en algún momento vuelve a buscar su teléfono, quién sabe.
FLORESSA WINFREY: floressa apareció en uno de los videos musicales de bowie, y las dos hicieron click al instante. se coquetean mutuamente, una suerte de competencia a ver cuál de las dos cae primero.
KANG HARI: son más bien amienemigas, principalmente porque hari es amiga de gale y llevarse con la misma clase de gente va en contra de sus principios. bowie jamás confiaría en ella.
OTTO KLOBERTANZ: no sabe por qué pero lo adora. quizás es el hecho de nunca haber tenido hermanos, pero es por demás sobreprotectora con él. a veces se siente su mamá, y cuando salen juntos intenta (sin que éste se dé cuenta, aunque nunca se da cuenta de nada) conseguirle un par de chicas.
LUCKY JUNG: no lo quiere. lo considera demasiado sensible y también lo resiente por haber elegido trabajar con gale thatcher antes que con su banda, por lo que jamás dejaría que discográfica lo contrate para fotografiar a the dudes.
LEVI KIM: se juntan a beber y hacer desastres juntos, sobre todo cuando bowie necesita salir de casa porque ha pasado demasiado tiempo entre biberones y pañales.
MARGARET HOOKHAM: se llevan bien y se han acostado juntas más de una vez. bowie nunca habla de su vida personal y los traumas que tiene, pero cree que tienen algo que las une.
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Bob seger night moves
Night Moves is a collection of classic rock & roll arrangements, not only masterfully done by the Silver Bullets, but also with ample help from the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section of the famous studio in Alabama. The scene was set for the album that blew it all open, Night Moves (Capitol Records, October 1976), going platinum 6 times, selling as many copies as Born to Run by Springsteen a year earlier, and set Seger on the road to being a bona fide rock God. In 1975, they recorded a two-night performance at the Cobo Arena in Detroit called Live Bullet, it was their first live album and gained national acclaim with famed critic Dave Marsh (Rolling Stone, The Village Voice) writing, “ Live Bullet is one of the best live albums ever made (.) Seger sounds like a man with one last shot at the top”. Their debut album Seven (1974) which housed the local hard rock hit Get Out of Denver, charting at #80 nationally, then Manasa was replaced on keyboards by Robyn Robbins for their second studio album Beautiful Loser, catching the public’s attention with a cover of Tina Turner’s Nutbush City Limits, and Katmandu, which was used on the soundtrack for Mask, starring Cher in 1985. The group comprised Drew Abbot/guitars, Rick Manasa/keyboards/vocals, Chris Campbell/bass, Alto Reed/saxophone, and Chris Allen Martin/drums/percussion. His fortunes changed at age 30, with the formation of his new crew The Silver Bullet Band in 1974. For more than a decade he toiled as a rock & roll journeyman, who some called ‘a poor man’s Bruce Springsteen’, but that is over-simplistic, dismissive, and wrong. He achieved mediocre success at a regional level with The System on singles 2+2=?, and Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Man, which actually charted at #17 nationally. And, because of his passion and craft, it remains a thoroughly terrific record years later.‘ Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight’, as the saying goes, and one gent who knows that to be true is American rock God Bob Seger, the Detroit native kicked around in various bands like The Decibels, The Town Criers, and Doug Brown & the Omens, then fronted his own groups called Bob Seger and the Last Heard, then The Bob Seger System dating back to 1961. Thankfully, this was delivered to a mass audience eager for Seger, and it not only became a hit, but one of the universally acknowledged high points of late-'70s rock & roll. Seger may have been this consistent before (on Seven, for example), but the mood had never been as successfully varied, nor had his songwriting been as consistent, intimate, and personal. Yes, this is all hard rock, but the acoustic ballads reveal the influence of Dylan and Van Morrison, filtered through a Midwestern sensibility, and the rockers reveal more of Seger's personality than ever. He floats back in time, turning in high-school memories, remembering when wandering down "Mainstreet" was the highlight of an evening, covering a rockabilly favorite in "Mary Lou." Stylistically, there's not much change since Beautiful Loser, but the difference is that Seger and his Silver Bullet Band - who turn in their first studio album here - sound intense and ferocious, and the songs are subtly varied. Throughout much of the album, he's coming to grips with being on the other side of 30 and still rocking. Bob Seger recorded the bulk of Night Moves before Live Bullet brought him his first genuine success, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that it's similar in spirit to the introspective Beautiful Loser, even if it rocks harder and longer.
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