Mark... Mark. I'm Mark. ([info]m4rk_cohen) wrote in [info]rentrp,
1989-05-24 09:04:00
"December 24th, 1989... Nine p.m., Eastern Standard Time."


"From here on in," he murmured to himself as he filmed a homeless man cleaning off the window of some guy's car. "I shoot... without a script." He paused, grinning slightly as the guy in the car started getting mad. "See if... anything comes of it." A frown as the guy sped off, nearly taking the homeless man with his car. "Instead of my old shit." He sighed and propped the camera up on his bike handlebars, clambering over the seat with a slight shiver as he surveyed the streets and started off into the New York traffic.

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[info]isolatingage

May 30 2006, 10:15:35 UTC 6 years ago

Roger yawned and stared across the bleak empty living room of the loft. Mark was out filming and left him all alone on Christmas eve. There was nothing to do right now...and yet, something about Christmas always got to Roger...He didn't really undertand it. He looked over at his dust covered guitar. He picked it up, caressed the neck, brushed the dust off, and struck a sour C chord. 'Needs tuning.'

[info]m4rk_cohen

May 30 2006, 10:20:41 UTC 6 years ago

Mark came to a stop by the loft, eying the door with a frown and sidling his bike up onto his shoulder. There were... what the fuck? "An eviction notice?" he said to himself out loud, glancing up at the fire escape and back to the paper. "Benny..." He frowned, looking around to the streets, as if expecting to see him pop out from behind a dumpster or something. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." He slammed open the door and started up the stairwell, clutching his bike and muttering to himself.

[info]isolatingage

May 30 2006, 10:23:36 UTC 6 years ago

Roger growled in the back of his throat at his guitars unwillingness to cooperate with him. He twisted the knobs of his fender back and forth but he couldn't get anything to sound right. "This won't tune."

[info]m4rk_cohen

May 30 2006, 18:25:08 UTC 6 years ago

Mark could see the power flicker off before he even reached the loft door, and he automatically let out another scowl. "Benny, fucking Benny, gonna kill him," he muttered furiously under his breath, heading towards the loft door and crumpling the paper slightly in his fist.

[info]isolatingage

May 30 2006, 19:14:56 UTC 6 years ago

Roger cursed loudly when the power shut off. 'Just when I was getting it tuned.' He pouted. On the other side of the loft was his beat up dumpster acustic. Roger picked it up and attempted to tune it. His ear was weak and everything sounded wrong.

[info]m4rk_cohen

May 30 2006, 20:42:11 UTC 6 years ago

"The hell is this?" Mark cursed angrily as he entered, bike still slung over his shoulder. He dropped it onto the floor with a frustrated grunt, holding out the paper for Roger. "Have you seen these?"

[info]isolatingage

May 30 2006, 21:05:15 UTC 6 years ago

Roger took the paper from Mark. He skimmed down. "Dear Residents...blah blah blah. I regret to inform you...yada yada yada. Hmmm...yeah...EVICTION?!?!?!" Roger ripped the paper up. "What the FUCK?!?!" He ran a hand through his hair. "We...and Benny promised." He gave Mark a sad look.

[info]m4rk_cohen

May 30 2006, 21:57:33 UTC 6 years ago

"No SHIT, he promised," Mark growled, frowning as he rubbed his arms and shivered slightly. "Jesus, it's colder up there than it is out there... No fucking heat again..." He sighed furiously and eyed Roger worriedly. "How are we gonna pay that...?"

[info]isolatingage

May 30 2006, 22:06:28 UTC 6 years ago

Roger sighed, kinda sad that Mark had come home upset. Roger frowned. He had finnally picked up his guitar and Mark didn't notice. "Well...I don't know...maybe...I don't know. We'll find a way."

[info]m4rk_cohen

May 30 2006, 22:08:33 UTC 6 years ago

Mark nodded, rubbing his temples furiously and glancing Roger over. He paused for a moment, eying the guitar, then him, then the guitar again. "Holy shit," he said slowly, looking Roger in the eyes. "You... you were playing it...!"

[info]isolatingage

May 30 2006, 22:10:53 UTC 6 years ago

Roger blushed. "Um...yeah...I was." He smiled up at Mark, sheepishly. "I just...I missed it." He looked back down at the floor. "So...Merry Christmas?"

[info]m4rk_cohen

May 30 2006, 22:14:46 UTC 6 years ago

Mark grinned, rubbing his thighs compulsively as he glanced around the room. "Ah, right, Merry Christmas," he murmured back with a snort. "No power's always a blast on the eve of it, isn't it?" He debated getting his camera and filming Roger playing the guitar, but he'd never get anything usable with the power blown.

[info]isolatingage

May 30 2006, 22:22:00 UTC 6 years ago

"I think we have some candles laying around." He said, heading over to the kitchen. He took the big metal trashcan out of the kitchen and light all the paper in there with his lighter.

[info]m4rk_cohen

May 30 2006, 22:24:04 UTC 6 years ago

Mark disappeared into his room for a few moments, reemerging a few minutes later with a huge wad of paper and throwing it onto the ground beside it. "A bonfire - we haven't had one of these in a while..."

[info]isolatingage

May 30 2006, 22:27:31 UTC 6 years ago

Roger smiled. "Merry Christmas...I'm afraid a bonfire is all we can afford." Roger threw a few more things onto the fire, including all the pieces of the eviction note. "FUCK YOU BENNY!" He yelled.

[info]m4rk_cohen

May 30 2006, 22:29:48 UTC 6 years ago

Mark gave a short laugh, dropping in a handful of papers with a smirk. "And fuck all these old, shitty screenplays," he added, too reclusive to shout. "I'm giving up the script crap. It all comes out horrible." He watched as all of his past work went up in flames, almost captivated by it.

[info]isolatingage

May 30 2006, 22:32:14 UTC 6 years ago

Roger spotted a poster on the wall. His old band, The Well Hungarians. They had come to the loft a few days ago and kicked Roger out. "Fuck you guys!" He said, burning the poster. His skin was on fire.

[info]m4rk_cohen

May 30 2006, 22:33:48 UTC 6 years ago

Mark stared as Roger's face burst into flames, grinning again and looking up at him, his arms spread wide in a sort of melodramatic, heat-of-the-moment thing. "Fuck everything except us! And right, fuck Benny," he said, slightly louder as he glanced out to the window.

[info]isolatingage

May 30 2006, 22:38:42 UTC 6 years ago

Roger arched an eyebrow at him. "Only I can fuck you Mark." He said, grinning at their fire. Roger once heard that fire equals life. Tjat explained why Roger just felt so invigorated and powerful right now.

[info]m4rk_cohen

May 30 2006, 22:41:56 UTC 6 years ago

Mark grinned again, tossing a few more papers into the fire. "Of course," he remarked laughingly, scanning one of the sheets. 'The music ignites the night with passionate fire? What the fuck was I thinking?'

[info]isolatingage

May 30 2006, 22:45:38 UTC 6 years ago

Roger looked at one of his posters. There was a sentence from a review of their band. 'Narration crackles and pops with incendiary wit?' Roger tossed it on the fire. "So what are you gonna do if you're not doing screen plays? Cause...you know...I wouldn't object to porn."

[info]m4rk_cohen

May 30 2006, 22:48:08 UTC 6 years ago

Mark raised an eyebrow at him, tossing a few more papers in. "Mark Cohen, amateur pornographer," he bemused, glancing up to him. "Has a kind of ring to it, don't you think?"

[info]isolatingage

May 30 2006, 22:56:00 UTC 6 years ago

Roger grinned. "Yeah...It does." He kissed Mark roughly. "I'd love to star in all your films...You know...If the music thing doesn't work out."
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[info]theycallmimimi

May 30 2006, 23:59:53 UTC 6 years ago

:: MImi had the early shift today. Waling back to her loft, she noticed an eviction notice. ::
"Goddamit Benny!" Mimi said, exasperated. She rolled her eyes back and threw her arms up. What the hell does he want me to do. I'm a happy pesron. I dance and I do drugs. I'll commit myself to someone for love and not money unlike you. You're miserable, and I can tell. You have nothing better than to take that anger out on us. I know it. She took two steps up the stairs. And whaddaya know. He took away our power on Christmas ... Great...
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