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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 18, 2012 19:57:14 GMT -5
Surprisingly, Fred hadn't overslept after a particularly exhausting night at the club. Seriously, the brunette man hadn't a clue how either he or the band didn't pass out at some point during the night. They must've played who knew how many rounds of song requests to God knows how many patrons. Such a lifestyle could be maddening to some, should it get to you.
Ah, but Fred enjoyed it all the same. It kept his mind off of the seemingly dull life around the town and let him focus on what he wanted to do best: entertain. Appropriately enough, Club Robin was a bright spot filled with high energy and music in an otherwise normal town. Then again, what was normal, anyway?
Reaching into his pocket, the man fished out his keys and opened the front doors to the club. There would obviously be some tidying up that still needed to be done from the previous night, and Fred was so far the only one around. Cliff and the others probably wouldn't come by until later.
"Well," he sighed to himself, walking over to a broom while hanging his fedora on the hat-rack, "time for the downside of another wild night..."
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 18, 2012 21:27:29 GMT -5
Across the street from the club Jezabel stood silently, mulling over the thoughts in her head. It'd been awhile since she'd been to a club, and almost never a decent one, then she considered walking in and asking for a job application(She could teach Archery classes for only so long and it wasn't exactly a popular class), but mostly she liked the name. Club Robin... catchy. The man in the fedora made his way inside, was it opening hours already? Could she come take a look? Social timidness was never an issue for her, so without a second thought, Jezabel made her way across the street.
"Hey, are you guys hiring by chance" she inquired in her usual nonchalant tone.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 18, 2012 21:44:37 GMT -5
At the sound of the female voice, Fred spun around, broom still in his hands. "Hmm?" Did he hear right? Did she want a job here? The man couldn't help but smile a bit. "I'll tell ya one thing, though: we need all the help we can get around here," he replied with a chuckle. "As if the area surroundin' me doesn't give ya a hint already. ... Yeah, we could use the extra help," Fred finally answered the question in a straightforward manner. "What sort of job do ya have in mind?"
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 18, 2012 22:10:30 GMT -5
She liked him already, he had a very easy going attitude that Jezabel found quite relaxing. As opposed to the majority of residents in Story Brooke "Pfft, I'll take anything that'll give me a decent pay check"
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 18, 2012 22:24:07 GMT -5
"Oh, terrific!" Fred handed the woman the broom he was holding. "You can start right now, actually. I wanted to clean the place up a bit more before business really starts today, so I'm here earlier than usual." The co-owner then held out his hand for a handshake. "Fred Mausworth, by the way, co-owner of this establishment."
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 18, 2012 22:49:08 GMT -5
Jezabel took the broom gingerly, she was hoping for a little more glamorous job, but she wasn't going to complain. It was a little extra cash she could put away for a better apartment or maybe a car, so in the end it didn't matter.
She smiled, "Mausworth huh? You don't seem much like a a mouse to me" her smile broke into a grin," I'm Jezabel, Jezabel Williams"
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 18, 2012 22:54:36 GMT -5
"Nice to meet ya, Jezabel."
Fred saw the look on Jezabel's face when she took the broom. "Hey Jez, you'll be doin' a lot more than this," he reassured her. "This is just what I need help with now. We'll get a lot more help when some others arrive."
He let out a chuckle at the mouse comment. "I know, right? Honestly, I don't know what my ancestors were thinking. Who knows? Maybe they were all... shorter." Fred shrugged. "Or they thought they looked like mice or something. I don't really know."
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 18, 2012 23:18:40 GMT -5
"Likewise... Hey! Maybe it was one of those deals were your great-great-great-great grandparents went through Ellis island and the guy with the checklist or whatever couldn't pronounce your name correctly and just half-assed gave you a new one. Or you had a real cool last name and checklist-guy was jealous so he replaced it with a less awesome one" Jezabel shrugged,"or they were smaller, either way" she laughed a little than started sweeping a little.
"To tell you the truth I just cleaned the entire Community education centre, so this will be nothin'" She smirked, but honestly she was glad to hear help was on the way, sweeping up the club was clearly not a one man task. "So if you're the co-owner, who co-owns this joint with you?"
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 18, 2012 23:25:47 GMT -5
"Sounds like somewhat of a rip-off for my family, don't ya think?" Fred laughed along with Jezabel. She was a nice girl; full of life, too. She at least was more interesting than some of the sticks-in-the-mud that inhabited the rest of the town. Yes, she was definitely hired.
"The Community Education Center?" he repeated, grabbing a rag to dust off the tables with. "I think Cliff teaches piano lessons there sometimes. You might've seen him before, I'm not sure. Last name Romano?" With a smile, Fred added, "Anyway, he co-owns the place with me. Also leads the house band."
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 18, 2012 23:57:57 GMT -5
Jezabel spread her arms wide"welcome to America!", she said in an almost game-show host cheesey fashion.
"Wait? Piano guy? Oh he's fantastic! I've only seen him a couple times but occasionally my archery class lines up with his piano lessons so I can hear him play, a little distracting but he can play the hell out of any jazz piece" Jezabel really did admire this Romano character, she'd never quite got the hang of piano herself(an endeavour her Uncle tried for ages to get her to master), but nevertheless could appreciate the music. "Never knew he played at a club"
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 19, 2012 0:08:33 GMT -5
"All right, ya already got the job, Jezabel" Fred said, the smile not leaving his face. "No need to show off your emcee powers."
He nodded in agreement. "I know, Cliff's a hell of a guy in general. Especially when he plays piano. Now that you're working here, you'll be able to listen to him perform with the rest of the Swingin' Songbirds. And, on occasion, me on trombone," the brunette added, "but I usually help handle the emceeing and the food and drink portion of the place when it's open to the public."
The class that Jezabel taught sparked his interest. "Archery, huh? You must be pretty good at it, since you teach it and all."
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 19, 2012 0:34:05 GMT -5
"Emcee? Well now wouldn't that be something'... But I think handing out drinks might be a little more on my level. It'll be nice to get a little musical atmosphere... I can't wait, trombone huh?"Jezabel had to think a moment about which brass instrument that was, she arrived at a mental image of a slide-y gold instrument, kinda like someone strangled a trumpet.
Jezabel gave a nod to Fred's comment about Archery, " heh heh, well if by good you mean I haven't shot my eye out, or anyone elses out for that matter, than yes. I'm alright" She snickered. She knew she was better than alright, but it was really rude to openly brag about yourself so she tried to tame her massive ego, at least for awhile. Jezabel switched subjects "So you play trombone, Cliff plays piano, what else you got in this, uh, Swinging' SongBords gang?"
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 19, 2012 13:25:17 GMT -5
Fred breathed a sigh of relief. "Jez, you're a lifesaver," he thanked her. "Let me tell you, trying to take orders while emceeing or performing? Not as fun as one might think."
With a chuckle, he answered, "Yeah, I consider that good archery." The topic was happily switched with talk about the rest of the band. "Well... Ralph Hoover, he's our drummer, but he can handle any type of percussion you can throw at him. He's what gives the band rhythm. Usually," Fred added with a smirk. "If that rhythm gets too crazy, we have Wendell Bernt on bass. A big stand-up one. I swear, if you never saw him in the club, you'd say he was a preacher with the way he talks. 'Testify!' and all that stuff. Lastly, we got the two brothers in the band, Olin and Sam Lambert. Olie's our sax player, a little on the chubby side," he put it nicely, "but he's really good at what he does. Now Sammy..." Here he started to wipe off another table. "That kid's incredible. Still in high school, yet he's probably up there with Armstrong when it comes to trumpet-playin'! I guess you're right," the man concluded, "we could be considered a 'gang' or 'delinquents', but really, we're all just having fun."
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 19, 2012 18:12:23 GMT -5
"It's nothing, really" Jezabel tried not to blush, something she rarely did because she felt so ditzy doing it. Instead she just looked in the opposite direction and kept sweeping"Wow, that's quite the crew, to bad you guys are stick here in this one-horse town, have you ever thought about touring? Oh and, uh," Jezabel stopped and looked at the pile of dust, dirt and other miscellanea, " do you have a dust pan or something? This stuff is really starting to pile up."
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 19, 2012 19:36:14 GMT -5
"Oh! Right, dust pan." Fred quickly dashed to the supply closet in the back and ran back with the dust pan. "Sorry about that, almost forgot." With a sigh, Fred rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, we've thought about tourin'," he said. "But last time we tried to go out of town, Sammy broke his arm. Had to rush him to the hospital. Now, we're all just waiting on Sam to graduate so he doesn't have to worry about school."
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