Doin...stuff...I guess ( GG only)

"Purple haze all in my brain, lately things don't seem the same. Acting funny and i don't know why, excuse me while i kiss the sky. Purple haze all around don't know if I'm going up or down am i happy or in misery? whatever at is a girl put a spell on me." I sang along to my iPod I sighed and frowned slightly. , swaying my hips to the music. I just loved Jimi Hendrix. I'd met him at Woodstock and he was such a cool guy. I still missed my own time though I'd assured myself I was fine with having missed so much. In truth I wasn't but I was too mellow for that.
At the moment I was wearing short jean shorts, a tight fitting blue tank-top and a black vest open over it. Along with my usual converse I wore black socks with purple stars and my hair in a comfortable braid down my back. The only thing I really had at hand was my new iPod but that's all I really needed.

I grinned and shook his hand. " 'Sup James? I'm Rosella but you can call me what ya like." I said, smiling that dreamy smile that I usually had on my face. I looked him up and down and stared at him for a little before realizing something. " You ain't no mortal, right?" I asked, slipping into my slight accent. I always did when I wasn't thinking about it, which was often. I surprised a lot of people with it though since no one really used it after the 70's or so I'd heard.

I chuckled and smiled brightly. " That's really choice, man" I said grinning, and just sticking to the accent. I smiled even bright when he mentioned the music. " I was. I just love Jimi Hendrix. He was real good at Woodstock and he invited me to a few of his shows after that." I said, going back to my dreamy smile. I blushed slightly realizing what I had just said. This sure as hell wasn't gonna go over smooth. Not every day someone claims to know Jimi Hendrix.

I smiled slightly and nodded. " Yeah. He was. Sucks that he died though." I said, smiling sadly. I'd learned a lot of my favorite people had died, but I kept my head up. I had never liked crying. I smiled dreamily at the mention of food. " Far out, man! I'd appreciate it." I said, grinning brightly and resting my hand on the back of my head. I had never really liked eating alone since when I was traveling with the band we always ate together. I guess this also might count as a date and that was fine with me. I'd never been shy around boys though I tended to end up as either a good friend or a one night stand.

I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders. " Is there a Mickey-D's anywhere 'round here?" I asked, smiling sheepishly. I had been living in New York for years but it felt like everything had changed. All the streets and alleys and parks where there but the building had changed for sure. I couldn't help but smile brightly seeing him blush. " Don't sweat it, dude! I'm not gonna bite or anything!" I said, smirking slightly and resting my hands on my hips.