ȘHĄĎĘ: A Band Roleplay (O/A Needs Members in Older Band)

[D3a7h_G0d]

Axel Biancina
No words required.

Axel didn't flinch at all. he simply took another drag, and continued quietly and calmly. "Met your annoying friend before. He was flirting fritm my friend." is there even a need to ask who he was talking about? Bryn? Yeah, thats right. And at that timre, Axel felt something he had never felt. He was envied Bryn. Valentine didn't talk a lot ot him, and he was very....er...friendly...with a stranger.

[Bunny Cannon]

【Яāэɳэ】
ʈҺэ ɓąsșɨsʈ

"You're runnin' from, all that you said to me,
We fell apart, and then just let it be,
I know... that I don't wanna say goodbye..."

【Raene grimaced. "Ugh, don't mention him. I don't care who he flirts with. He's a big boy, he can handle himself." She rolled her eyes, and took a drag. She sounded like a guy, without even trying. She was so used to being like this for the persona, it was just who she was now. 】

"All alone, this world can be so empty,
But what we have, is not an ordinary love,
It's more than just enough..."

[CreamiieTarts]

Vαℓiηтiηε

βΆИG βΆИG βΆИG

____________________________________________________

『◦

Valentine didn’t look up from the ground as he heard Bryn shut the window and walked toward him. His right eye stayed focused on his boots and his left stared blankly into the dark. One was deep navy and the other was a murky, pale blue although it was still beautiful. But it was a painful beauty. Feeling the man brush his hair away from his eyes he flinched instinctively a bit. Slightly he leaned into the man’s hand, feeling something ripple through him. Hearing Bryn’s words he nodded solemnly in agreement, his eye lids fluttered closed. For some reason he felt comfortable around Bryn now. The man reminded him about someone yet he couldn’t place who. Slowly his eyelids opened and he gazed up at Bryn realizing that they were standing quite close together, yet strangely he didn’t side step away from the man. At the man’s statement he felt his lips twitch but only for a second. He gazed at Bryn for a long moment then adverted his gaze taking another drag from his cancer stick. “Does it scare you?” He whispered softly in his heavily accented voice, slowly he pushed a lock of hair over his cloudy eye again. The window into his soul covered by a dark curtain once more.



◦』 _______________



_______________________________________



_____ΉΆVЄ Ά ИΙСЄ ĐЯЄΆМ



The Guitarist_______




__________

[CreamiieTarts]

C @ ! ! T H 3 A m 3 u 1 @ N c E Q U ! C K.

____l 0 V 3 i s A siqn3ss th4t c@nt be CURED.

✙ Call 9-1-1 he's fallen in L O V E ✙

The alarm started to blare, and Tobi didn't move a muscle. He merely cracked open an eye, to see what time it was. The digital clock that the music was coming from read 7:30am, and he groaned, stuffing his face back into the pillow, willing himself to fall back asleep. Eventually the alarm went off, and he smiled sleepily, rolling over so he faced the wall, comforter pulled all the way up to his chin. Tobias was just beginning to drift off again to LaLa Land, when a question entered his head. Why did I set my alarm so early? Immediately he sat up in bed, and threw the covers to the side, trying to shimmy his way out while side glancing at the clock. It flashed 1:30 not 7:30. The young brunette’s wide green eyes widened even more; he let out a little gasp. The twenty year old drummer slid to the floor and stumbled across his room toward his bathroom. His baby like face peered groggily back at him as he slid into the shower. Sleepily he watched the water run down his once pale ivory now olive toned skin before shutting it off. He padded back into his room dripping wet and got dressed in a pair of brown skinny jeans, a navy blue high school Rugby team tee, and a lime green and orange stripped hoodie, his personalized Swedish flag Converse high-tops and added a pyramid spiked belt and his thick rimmed glasses for extra flare. Humming he turned to leave before stopping, something wasn’t right. Instinctively he moved a hand to his right back pocket. That was normally where he put his drum sticks but all he felt was his backside. Panic washed over him. “Åh nej var är de?” The boy moaned running a hand through his tousled locks, his rather high-pitched voice coming out in a moan. He frantically started running about stumbling over clothes and CD cases and the occasional empty pizza box in search of his beloved drumsticks. Tobias turned desperately toward his phone and dialed Alana, instantly when she didn’t pick up he began blubbering in both Swedish and English so it was hard to make out his words. He managed to say something along the lines of apologizing for being so late and that he lost his drumsticks, even though he had a ton of them. Often they were bought in bulk by Alana, for this very reason. But he was looking for a specific pair; the purple duct tape covered ones that he carried around constantly. He considered them lucky and never let them out of his sight, on tours he even slept with them. Everyone in Perfect Disaster knew that they were like his security blanket and if they were missing, all hell would break loose. With a cry of despair he hung up feeling defeated and trudged toward the door. He almost forgot about them mentoring the new band, Mixed Tape Madness. Sullenly the Swedish boy got into his vintage off white Volkswagen bug and drove off toward the studio. Swedish techno pounded through his speakers as he sped down the street well over the speed limit. The tires squealed against the pavement as the car rolled to a stop in front of the studio. Sighing heavily he slammed the door shut and slung a heavy brown leather backpack onto one of his boney shoulders. He gave the security guards a soft, easy going smile which faded as he stepped into the studio. Tobi gently ran a hand through his tousled brown locks and looked up at the staircase like a sad puppy, his lips set into a pout.

D o N ' T B e AFr AID,

I PrOmiSE-

I T o N L Y H U R T S F o R A S 3 C N D_____

[Einnor829]

Bryn
Aylwin
Good

I'm the lead guitarist here. I rock and I roll. I can play all night and day before I come back to the hang out and I spend my time doing...fun things. Wanna join me?

Bryn stared at Valintine. How could anyone be scared of him? Such a wonderful kid who was so gifted at the guitar and looked so wonderful. Bryn let his hands fall to his own pockets, pulling out a cigarette and putting it in his lips. It was blue and had a silver writing on it that was hard to read. He took Valintine's cigarette and put it to his, lighting the blue stick before handing it back. He blew a push of faint blue towards the ceiling before lookign at Valintine and say with absolute seriousness. "No. I'm not."
He realized how close they were and went to move back a step, but froze, deciding not to and instead stood, still towering over the kid. he leaned forward and whispered into Valintine's ear. "Now, you tell me, why would I be afraid of someone who is as wonderful as you?" he moved his head back just enough to take another drag on his cigarette.

.......J-just don't ask me why I'm called Sneak.

[D3a7h_G0d]

Axel Biancina
No words required.

"I do...but whatever." He replied, with a sigh. Axel closed his eyes and looked at the sky, Big boy, huh/. Well he certainly is over thirty... he thought. "Im Axel." he introduced himself simply, wiht a tone 'just if you wondered'. He yawned afterwords, his eyes still closed. "I'm the bass fot MTM."

[CreamiieTarts]

Vαℓiηтiηε

βΆИG βΆИG βΆИG

____________________________________________________

『◦

Valentine took a long drag from his cigarette. The cherry flavoring of it calmed him a bit as he expelled the smoke and leaned on the wall. He watched Bryn pull out a slender strange looking blue cigarette. He noticed the silver writing but couldn’t make out what it said. Although the cigarette itself made him curious. He let Bryn take his cig and lit his own then carefully took it back. The scent swirled through his nostrils, a look of calm restored to his face. A quizzical look appeared on the boy’s face when the man said he wasn’t afraid. Had he not just seen his eye? Normally the sight sent people reeling or just caused staring. Staring was one thing Valentine couldn’t stand, it made him feel uncomfortable. He noted that Bryn made an attempt to move back but then stopped and merely stood towering over him. This time Valentine did not flinch away or move, he let Bryn lean in toward him. His whispered words made something in him flutter; having the man so close to him sent tingles down his spine. A frown fluttered against his lips as Bryn pulled back; wordlessly he took another drag then looked toward the closed window. After a moment he scoffed and let out a dry chuckle. “I’m not wonderful.” He whispered then took another drag thinking things over carefully. “A lot of people are. Or at least the ones who really know who I am… and if not doesn’t my eye bother you?” He asked while gently moving a finger to trace the pale white line trailing down his eye that stopped just below it. Carelessly he blew out the faint gray smoke and turned his cold gaze on Bryn, cocking his head slightly. “What is that you are smoking?” He asked sounding slightly intrigued. Maybe he was just trying to steer the conversation away from him or maybe he was just curious. One could never tell with such a contradicting being such as Valentine.



◦』 _______________



_______________________________________



_____ΉΆVЄ Ά ИΙСЄ ĐЯЄΆМ



The Guitarist_______




__________[/color

[Bunny Cannon]

【Яāэɳэ】
ʈҺэ ɓąsșɨsʈ

"You're runnin' from, all that you said to me,
We fell apart, and then just let it be,
I know... that I don't wanna say goodbye..."

【'I'm the Bassist for Perfect Disaster. Have been since it first started." She took another drag. Her cigarette was slowly burning out.】

"All alone, this world can be so empty,
But what we have, is not an ordinary love,
It's more than just enough..."

[D3a7h_G0d]

Axel Biancina
No words required.

Alex sighed, taking another drag. "Nice ta meet ya." He finally said, lazily. There was nothing to say. Nothing to do. It was an awkward couinsidence that two bassists met on that certain roof.

[Bunny Cannon]

【Яāэɳэ】
ʈҺэ ɓąsșɨsʈ

"You're runnin' from, all that you said to me,
We fell apart, and then just let it be,
I know... that I don't wanna say goodbye..."

【Alana looked back at her watch and frowned. Alana would have her head if she didn't head downstairs soon. She stood up, and looked back at the other bassist. "You realize that if the owner of that guitar you tossed finds you, that he'll have you thrown out. Any idea of how you plan to avoid that?" She asked, only half concerned. She only really cared because she couldn't mentor someone who wasn't in the building. She couldn't just speak with him out the window of the third story... 】

"All alone, this world can be so empty,
But what we have, is not an ordinary love,
It's more than just enough..."

[Lacy the Ninja]

((I have no idea what to do with Luka...))

[Bunny Cannon]

(*⌒ヮ⌒*) < ❝ⓄⒸⒸ: Um.. Hold on. We'll find something for her to do...❞

[Lacy the Ninja]

((ok ^^ thank you))

[D3a7h_G0d]

Axel Biancina
No words required.

Axel yawned again. "He will fall of first. No worries..." he opened at eye to see the other bassist stand up. He closed it gain, breathing softly. He would just take a nap or something. "You menager is going to have you hanged..."

[Einnor829]

Bryn
Aylwin
Good

I'm the lead guitarist here. I rock and I roll. I can play all night and day before I come back to the hang out and I spend my time doing...fun things. Wanna join me?

Bryn chuckled, taking the cigarette from his lips. "They're a special brand made just for me." he held it out to be seen. The silver writing on the side was latin, but it was had to make out as part of it had started to burn. He used his thumb to break it open, smoke still spilling from the end. The tobbacco inside was blue, and had a sort of blue powder mixed in. "They are a very special grown stuff made by an old friend of mine. It isn't cancerious." he explained as he breathed the smoke in. "However, it is 3 times as addicting."
He crushed it in his hands, tossing the smoldering remains into a trash can in the corner. He then turned to Valintine. "You don't seem to understand." he said, his hand on his hip. "I like your eye. I find it wonderful, as I do the rest of you. If I didn't, I wouldn't say so." he walked over, taking hold of Valintine's chin and leaning forward so they were eye to eye. "I don't like lying."

.......J-just don't ask me why I'm called Sneak.