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

[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 blinked. He felt like he was on fire for a moment when Kaighn kissed him, but felt like he had been doused with fire when he heard the word simple. He didn't move, didn't speak for a moment, and just let Kaighn play with his hair.
"Simple." he said. "Simple." he licked his lips.
There were many reasons Bryn didn’t like the word ‘Simple’. ‘Simple’ had too many meanings, to many uses, and could be construed differently. Just a ‘simple’ drink could turn into the mother of all hangovers. A ‘simple’ job could be days of stress, a ‘simple’ detour could mean you were lost for days. The word ‘Simple’ should have been banned from the English Language, all languages, in fact. And hearing the word ‘Simple’ being described in a relationship, especially Bryn’s and Kaighn’s was not in any way, shape, or form enjoyable. A “Simple’ relationship meant thus: you’ll think were together until I go date someone else and say that this was just a ‘Simple’ relationship.
Yeah. He wasn’t liking that.
But, if Kaighn wanted it, he’d have to deal. It had been years since they had seen each other, so he’d make the effort.
Especially if, in the near future, it meant the boy would be in his bed again. Yeah, that he could live with.
"Fine. Simple. Got it." he smiled at Kaighn, though it felt a bit forced, before giving Kaighn a small kiss back, though his was a little longer and hotter. "Now, I think we should go find Alana, don't you?" he turned and walked down the hall to find his manager before Kaighn had any time to think.

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

[Bunny Cannon]

Alana Richardson

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Look into my eyes,
You will see,
What you mean to me,
Search your heart,
Search your soul,
And when you find me there you'll search no more

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Alana whistled one of PD's older songs as they were in the elevator.. "So, how long have you played the piano? I play a bit of the drums myself, but otherwise, I'm nothing compared to most of the people here." She said with another big smile. When the elevator dinged saying it was on the 3rd floor, she got out. "Only Kaighn and Bryn are here at the moment, but I'm sure Kaighn can give you some tips. He plays the piano too." She explained. And then she saw Bryn in the hallway, and waved. "Bryn, this is Aoi-Chan. She's the pianist for the new band." She said, with a nod.

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[CreamiieTarts]

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Valentine batted his long lashes as he opened his eyes to watch his fingers and pic. The small smile faded from his lips as he felt the pain come back into full swing. He closed his eyes and sung the chorus softly before hearing someone yell. He stopped adruptly and stuck his pic in his mouth. His pearly white teeth clamping down on it's navy blue and silver surface, a crusive V was printed on both sides with a rose design.The boy tilted his head making out a female's voice, her words carried. Flicking his bangs over his medical bandage, hiding it from view he grabbed Isabelle and slung the guitar over his back. Casting a wry galance to Luka before slipping out of the room the pic protruding from his soft, pink lips. He walked onto the stair landing. His visible navy eye scaning the lobby before landing on a pink haired woman. She looked rather annoyed. Slowly his cheeky yet dazzling smile came through as he walked to the rail and slid down it landing in front of the woman gracefully.Ello, sorry to keep you waiting ma'am... Val murmured softly, peering up at the woman with little to no interest. His wide blue eye locking onto her own orbs which could make almost anyone shiver with unpleasant feelings. For a few long moments he studied her then gently cleared his throat folding his hands in front of him, Hopefully she wouldn't question his appearence in his rather bloody state. His face turning neutral as she waited for the normal reactions to come into play as if on que. Shock, disbelief, a glare maybe, oooh or maybe the more common and personal favorite eyebrow raise. Whatever the woman's reaction may be Valentine just hoped she wouldn't bother him about his injuries. Questioning bothered him to no end.

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[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 looked at the girl and smiled politely. He knew he'd feel ancient around these new kids, but she couldn't be more than 17. He brushed his long hair back and held out his hand. "Hi. Bryn Aylwin Good, Lead Guitarist and Song Writer. I'm also the General Smart A$$. At your service, Miss 'Aoi-Chan'." he rolled his eyes at the nickname.
Bryn, with his hand still out to shake, gave the boy who had just arrived a look over, curious about the blood. "Nice to meet you too, Boy. You have a name as well?"

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

[x-Akumu Ai]

AoiXXXXXXTsukiXXXXXXHanatsu

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XXXXXXFacing the ground the entire time Aoi only listened to what Alana was saying, only imagining what the other band members looked like or what the acted like. Jumping at the elevators small ding Aoi followed after Alana down the hall, only to see her wave to a man, hearing her call him 'Bryn'. He looks nothing like how I imagined him was the only thought in the young girls mind at that very moment, biting her lips, thinking he might laugh at her, scoff, turn away or anything like that, but no, he didn't. A small smile crossed Aoi's lips before gently shaking the man's hand "Pleased to meet you and please, just call me Aoi." she said softly, letting go of Bryn's hand before looking over at the boy who had arrived, not really realizing he was there until now.

『OhOhCee 〝 〟』

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[CreamiieTarts]

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Valentine's gaze wandered to the blond girl then as she appeared on the scene. He tilted his head, his gaze giving her a once over before eyeing the case she held. A pianist by the looks of it. Carefully he ran a hand through his hair, Not rustling his bangs from his eyes before a tall salt and pepper haired man came up. He studied him too, longer than the girl before introductions were made. Valentine smirked mentally to himself then toyed with his guitar strap before the man, Bryn, asked him for a man, Slowly he plucked his guitar pic from his lips, they still stung as he nibbled them gently drawing fresh blood. "Valentine. I play lead in MTM." He murmured in his hushed, yet high-pitched voice seeming maybe a bit smug about the fact although he wasn't. He wasn't the cocky type nor over confident he just told things like it was. His dark lashes batted again as he smiled slightly. He knew what the man was thinking but he wouldn't bring it up unless asked. The young teen stuck his pic back into his mouth and played with it, silently debating on making up a crazy story to explain his run-in maybe spice things up a bit. He galanced to the girl again with his dagger like gaze for a moment or two then looked away.

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[Bunny Cannon]

"Kaighn Morrison" xxx→→ I live for the Music...♫

┌"Now I'm looking up the bible tryna find a loophole,"┐

Shocked, and a little confused, Kaighn shook his head. The kiss had made his head spin, and his pulse race. It was nothing like the kiss he gave Bryn. He knew for a fact he was bright red... Damn those Irish genes. She tried to regain his composure bfore walking into the hall. He saw Bryn, and Alana. Plus two others. He walked over, and waved. "Hey Alana. Who are these two?" He asked, with a smile.

Alana grinned at Kaighn and turned. "This is Aoi.. And I believe you're Valentine. Right?" She said. She had seen their resumes. "And that's Kaighn. Lead Singer of Perfect Disaster." She used her hands frequently, and with a flick of the wrist, she had pointed out who everyone was.

└"Yeah I'm living for revival dying for a new soul..."┘

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[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 smiled ever so slightly. "Then I guess we will be working together then. It's a pleasure Mr. Valintine." He looked over his shoulder at Kaighn. "Kaighn, he plays Guitar as well, isn't that wonderful? He seems fun." He offered a hand. "Any chance you'd like to leave here and go have fun?" he asked.

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

[x-Akumu Ai]

AoiXXXXXXTsukiXXXXXXHanatsu

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XXXXXXFeeling the boy who's name seemed to be Valentine look her up and down Aoi's cheeks lit up, only for her to look to the ground, trying to hide the blush. Slowly reaching over Aoi gently took her piano case out of Alana's grip, quietly holding it in her hands, clenching onto the handle, she seemed to be the youngest in the group, which was quite awkward for her. Hearing Alana say her name Aoi's head shot up, her cheeks still a light pink, only to look up at Alana then over at another man who seemed to have come out of the office room, he must have been Kaign, yet again he looked nothing like she had imagined him, he cheeks returning to their original peach color.

『OhOhCee 〝 〟』

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[CreamiieTarts]

Vαℓiηтiηε

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As the man stepped closer to him Valentine stepped back at step. His face still nuetral and unfazed that was until the man uttered the 'K word'. The slightest twitch of annoyance showed on his face, his lips turning slightly into a breif scowl. No one ever got away with calling Valentine Saint Claire a kid. The last man who crossed him went missing and was found four days later in a back alley dumpster with his mouth sewn shut. Valentine felt a smirk coming to at the man's dangerous tone, lightning shown in his dark navy eye. Was that a challenge, was the other jealous? Scared that he would take the singer? How amusing. Instead of seeming threatened by the man he merely let his slow charming smile play across his lips and said nothing but his gaze told the man everything. He didn't give a rat's arse, he would do as he pleased and wanted him to bugger off. "We'll see about that." He murmured back calmly, his face passive as the man pulled away, his breath reeked of cheap drinks and cigarettes a rather unpleasing smell to Valentine. Thus one of the reasons he only smoked cherry ones. Valine's eye widened and he flinched as the man linked his arm with his and started dragging him away uttering that damned word again. A hiss of annoyance rose in his throat as he was hauled away rather roughly, the man's grip was like iron around his bony arm. Making sure that Bryn wasn't watching he stole a quick galance at Kaighn before looking away again. Once he was well out of ear shot he yanked his arm harshly away from Bryn with a sickening sound. Although he was unfazed by the short lived pain that fallowed after before he poped his arm back into place. Valentine was use to doing such a thing. The boy snapped his cold gaze to Bryn shooting him ice cold daggers. "What the 'ell crawled up your arse and died?" He muttered calmly, although his gaze was nowhere near it. His expression didn't seem to go with his boyish looks. A smirk crawled upon his face as he fingered his guitar strap again. "I never thought that you, Bryn Good, would be so... jealous and set off by someone like me so easily." He purred with a soft laugh, tilting his head slightly. His bangs falling farther over his eye bandage still keeping it from view. Valentine then flashed the man a cruel smile, his laughter subsiding. "Now you listen to me, and listen good. Don't you ever call me a kid." His tone turning deadly and cold, something he learned from his father back in the day that helped others get the message. Valentine's charming smile returned as if nothing had happened as he straitened up and squared his shoulders fingering his guitar strap again. "Mmm so... let's 'ave some fun." He murmured in his normal soft, hushed tone that normally calmed others. The dangerous look in his eye replaced by one of an innocent boy, he seemed like a totally different person now.

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[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 felt a flash off annoyance as he walked a little closer to the boy. "To play guitar, kid." he leaned close and whispered dangeriously. "And if I catch you looking at Kaighn again, I'll murder you. I've done it before, I may look weak, but I can dig a shallow grave with ease." he smiled pulling back before linking his arm with Valintine's and walking down the hall. "Come on, kiddo. This'll be fun. I can see how good a player you are."
He waved at Kaighn as he passed.

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

[CreamiieTarts]

Vαℓiηтiηε

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As the man stepped closer to him Valentine stepped back at step. His face still nuetral and unfazed that was until the man uttered the 'K word'. The slightest twitch of annoyance showed on his face, his lips turning slightly into a breif scowl. No one ever got away with calling Valentine Saint Claire a kid. The last man who crossed him went missing and was found four days later in a back alley dumpster with his mouth sewn shut. Valentine felt a smirk coming to at the man's dangerous tone, lightning shown in his dark navy eye. Was that a challenge, was the other jealous? Scared that he would take the singer? How amusing. Instead of seeming threatened by the man he merely let his slow charming smile play across his lips and said nothing but his gaze told the man everything. He didn't give a rat's arse, he would do as he pleased and wanted him to bugger off. "We'll see about that." He murmured back calmly, his face passive as the man pulled away, his breath reeked of cheap drinks and cigarettes a rather unpleasing smell to Valentine. Thus one of the reasons he only smoked cherry ones. Valine's eye widened and he flinched as the man linked his arm with his and started dragging him away uttering that damned word again. A hiss of annoyance rose in his throat as he was hauled away rather roughly, the man's grip was like iron around his bony arm. Making sure that Bryn wasn't watching he stole a quick galance at Kaighn before looking away again. Once he was well out of ear shot he yanked his arm harshly away from Bryn with a sickening sound. Although he was unfazed by the short lived pain that fallowed after before he poped his arm back into place. Valentine was use to doing such a thing. The boy snapped his cold gaze to Bryn shooting him ice cold daggers. "What the 'ell crawled up your arse and died?" He muttered calmly, although his gaze was nowhere near it. His expression didn't seem to go with his boyish looks. A smirk crawled upon his face as he fingered his guitar strap again. "I never thought that you, Bryn Good, would be so... jealous and set off by someone like me so easily." He purred with a soft laugh, tilting his head slightly. His bangs falling farther over his eye bandage still keeping it from view. Valentine then flashed the man a cruel smile, his laughter subsiding. "Now you listen to me, and listen good. Don't you ever call me a kid." His tone turning deadly and cold, something he learned from his father back in the day that helped others get the message. Valentine's charming smile returned as if nothing had happened as he straitened up and squared his shoulders fingering his guitar strap again. "Mmm so... let's 'ave some fun." He murmured in his normal soft, hushed tone that normally calmed others. The dangerous look in his eye replaced by one of an innocent boy, he seemed like a totally different person now.

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[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 brought Valintine into his practice room and shut the door. He sighed and ran a hand though his hair before turning to the boy. "Alright, understand k-" he shook his head. "Valintine. I'll be the first to admit I'm a pain in the a$$ and I know I'm no catch. Hell, I get jealous of anyone who looks at Kaighn even if their fugly, and you, buddy, are good looking, so you can understand." he walked over and picked up his guitar, spinning it a bit.
"But things didn't end well with me and Kaighn, so I'm gonna give it a shot again." Whether he likes it or not.
Bryn sat down on his stool, dragging a chair with his ankle over to him for Valintine. "We got off on the wrong foot, and for that I appologise." he held out his hand. "Let's start over. I'm Bryn, and my manager wants me to work with you. Your Valintine, correct?" he smirked lsightly, arching an eyebrow.

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

[Lacy the Ninja]

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Stuck inside these same four walls I’ve seen for sixteen years
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Luka looked at her watch. "Oh time to go". she said standing up and walking into the room where the others were. She saw Vαℓiηтiηε, Aoi, the lead guitarist Bryn, and the singer Kaighn. She walked over to Alana. "Hey sorry i'm late i got sidetracked". she said a cold look on his face a little. "She didn't like to be late, but it happened sometimes. She looked over at Aoi and Valentine and waved hello to them. She then looked at Bryn and then to Kaighn. She had looked up to them all ever since she first saw them and heard their music, but once they all started to do drugs she slowly stopped listening to them, but she was still a big fan of them.

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I have broken the Lock and have spread my wings and flown off to the outside world
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[CreamiieTarts]

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Val fallowed the man a bit reluctantly. He trailed behind him keeping his distance until they got to the practice room. Not even looking toward the man he slipped into the room. Valentine rocked back and forth on the heels of his boots looking down at his feet. The boy’s dark raven locks falling over his pale, beautiful face. He looked like a small gothic cupid. Slowly he looked up at Bryn catching his apology. His bangs flopping over his eye bandage like always, hopefully it would take them a while till they caught a glimpse of it. The only person who really knew the reason why he wore it was Mix Tape’s bassist but even he didn’t know the full story. Silently he listened to the man ramble on, when Bryn told him that he was ‘good looking’ he tried hard not to seen fazed although when people told him things like that it was hard not to flush. He nodded in sympathy, he sort of got were Bryn was going on this, maybe a bit more than sort of. Valentine nodded absentmindedly when he mentioned taking another shot with Kaighn, although he wished he hadn’t heard that. He smiled slightly and seated himself on the chair unslinging his guitar from his back. “No worries mate… I sort of acted a bit rash myself.” He murmured and took the man’s hand gently. Valentine smirked back and nodded once. “I guess so. And actually… my name isn’t Valentine it’s…”The boy paused and looked away for a moment; his fingers struck a few chords before he silenced his strings. Slowly he gazed back up at Bryn, his blue eyes going soft for a moment. “Angel, my real name is Angel Valentine Saint Claire… but I changed it for… personal reasons.” He sighed and smiled sadly for a moment then shook it off and straitened. “Call me Valentine though.” He added then struck a few more chords before playing Mad World again and sang it softly but with passion. He looked down at his hands then closed his eye just losing himself. The song was a personal favorite of his because he could relate so much to it. “And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, these dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever 'ad… I find it 'ard to tell you, I find it 'ard to take but when people run in circles it’s a very, very... Mad World…". Valentine played the whole song through and when he stopped he looked up slowly at Bryn and smiled, a real genuine smile. Such an action was rare for him but right now... he felt strangly at peace in this quiet room surrounded by music. Maybe, just maybe, he could learn to like Bryn... maybe.

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