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

[Bunny Cannon]

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So you grew up slow, In a s**t-hole town,
With nothing to do, and nobody around,
Wasting your time in made up places,
A queen surrounded by familiar faces....

Music is an art form whose medium is sound. Common elements of music are pitch (which governs melody and harmony), rhythm (and its associated concepts tempo, meter, and articulation), dynamics, and the sonic qualities of timbre and texture. The word derives from Greek μουσική (mousike), "(art) of the Muses".[1]

The creation, performance, significance, and even the definition of music vary according to culture and social context. Music ranges from strictly organized compositions (and their recreation in performance), through improvisational music to aleatoric forms. Music can be divided into genres and subgenres, although the dividing lines and relationships between music genres are often subtle, sometimes open to individual interpretation, and occasionally controversial. Within "the arts", music may be classified as a performing art, a fine art, and auditory art.

Music is different for different people... What's it to you?



(Sorry, I know that's lame, but Oh well! It's open!)

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[Bunny Cannon]

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I hit the ground running,
With nowhere to go,
The system is blind and flawed - Don't tell me to let go,

Perfect Disaster. A band of prestige and power. Highest on the charts, number one band of the year four years in a row, it was one of the greatest bands there was.
Until it became dirty.
The once clean band began trying drugs, it's history coming to light and showing how dark they once were. The band fell from the light, and the world turned it’s back on them.
At that time, a new band had come on the scene. Mix Tape Madness, as they were calling themselves. They were signed quickly to the label, but they were still rough. So, the record company ordered the dying band Perfect Disaster to teach them the ropes.
They agreed and took them in, showing them everything they know, and not just about music….

There's a mob at the corner,
Can't they just let the man go
Like a wild fire it spreads, wherever the wind blows...align]

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[Bunny Cannon]

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General Rules, and What not.

+ Please use anime pictures for your profiles, Photobucket is great for that.
+ Please don't alter the profile skeleton.
+ PM profiles to me, Bunny Cannon, with the title "Technical Difficulties"
+ Please look at the profiles that have been accepted for clues to how it should look
+We are currently in L.A, for the Record Label is based there. However, there will be a lot of travelling, so we won't be there all the time.
+ Extra words, quotes and lyrics that don't have to do with your post can be any color(s) you want.
+ Please decorate your posts and make them pretty. :3
+ Required: A pic of your character and your characters name or what you are in the band,.
+ "Talking should look like this." and thinking should look like this.
+ We expect you to post at least once every couple of days.
+ Punctuation, Grammar, Capitalization and Spelling...please try to do these correctly.
+ Cuss if you want, just don't make it excessive. It's very likely something will happen during work.
+ I am God(dess) so listen to moi! K?
+ Follow the Gaia TOS (Self Explanatory)
+ HAVE FUN!!!





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[color=dimgray].:[color=COLOR1][b]Race[/b][/color]:.[/color]
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[color=COLOR2]•[/color][color=COLOR1][b]Love and Hate[/b][/color][color=silver][/color][color=silver]___________________[/color]

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[color=dimgray].:[color=COLOR1][b]My Addiction(s)[/b][/color]:.[/color]
[color=white]xxx[/color][i][color=COLOR2]Anything that makes your life worthwhile... You can say None, if you're a "clean" rock star.. =P[/color][/i]

[color=COLOR2]•[/color][color=COLOR1][b]Theme Song[/b][/color][color=silver][/color][color=silver]___________________[/color]
[color=dimgray].:[color=COLOR1][b]This is the song of my life..[/b][/color]:.[/color]
[color=white]xxx[/color][i][color=COLOR2] [url=LINK GOES HERE]Name of song that best describes your life...[/url] [/color][/i]

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[For reservations, fill this out, and send it to me. =D Okai?]

[u][b][size=18]Insert Name[color=white]XX[/color][/size][/b][/u][list][size=9]• I'm in the -insert band (New or Older band)
• I'm -age-
• I look like this... -insert URL-
• I play -insert instrument here-
• The higher beings... -username-

Perfect Disaster:

Vocalist: Taken
Lead Guitarist: Taken
Pianist: Open
Bassist: Reserved
Drummer: Taken
Back Up Singer: Open

Mix Tape Madness:

Vocalist: Taken
Lead Guitarist: Taken
Pianist: Taken
Bassist: Taken
Drummer: Taken
Back Up Singer: Open



Reservations:

Axel BiancinaXX

• I'm in the band Mix Tape Madness
• I'm 19
• I look like this... Watch and Learn
• I play Bass Guitar
• The higher beings... D3a7h_G0d

Bryn Aylwin GoodXX
• I'm the Lead Guitarist
• I'm 39
• I look like this... Sexy for a Drug Addict, right?
• The higher beings... Einnor829

Aoi Tsuki HanatsuXX

• I'm in the -Mix Tap Madness
• I'm -17-
• I look like this... -Y-yes?-
• I play -piano-
• The higher beings... -xX-NomTastic-Xx-

Luka MegurineXX
• I'm in the - Mix Tape Madness
• I'm -19-
• I look like this... -If you dont like my singing then to bad deal with it-
• I play -i don't play anything i just sing-
• The higher beings... -Lacy the ninja-

Kaighn MorganXX
• I'm in Perfect Disaster
• I'm 25
• I look like this... A bit 'andsome, don't yeh think?
• I play piano, flute, banjo.. Oh, but none of that matters. I'm the singer!
• The higher beings... -Bunny Cannon-



HairbowHeartbreak

Valentine Saint ClaireXX

• I'm in Mix Tape Madness
• I'm eighteen although looks can be decieving
• I look like this... And I do not need your petty input on how I look.
• I play Lead Guitar
• The higher beings... HairbowHeartbreak





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N/A right now. Since no one has joined yet. neutral

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~Reserved~

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OPEN!!!

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

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

Kaighn sat in the office of his old manager, and current best friend, and messed around with her stuff. He shouldn't have been doing it, but he did it anyway. He messed with her pens, her photos, everything. He even found an old photo of the entire band. It was from a show they did in Dublin a long time ago. He sighed, and put the photo down. Those days were over. Now they were reduced to open mic nights, and performing for free in tiny venues in
hole in the wall bars. Now Alana was having the band mentor a new up and coming band. One he had never heard of. This apparently a chance at redemption for the band, for if they cleaned up, and managed to get this band started, Alana said it would be the start to getting Perfect Disaster back on top. He just sat, and waited. Alana was supposed to be back soon. He sighed, and pushed a lock of hair out of his face. The one thing he dreaded about doing this was seeing Bryn again. He didn't want to see him again, it would bring up too much drama. He bit his lip. Today was going to interesting.

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

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XXXXXXYawning as she awoke from a deep sleep one fine morning a young girl by the name of Aoi Tsuki Hanatsu or TsuTsu as her friends called her, sat up in her bed, stretching her arms out to the side. Aoi's dark blue eyes fluttered to life as a ray of light shone threw her window, almost blinding her for a moment before her eyes adjusted to the morning light, a small yawn escaping her pale lips before slowly standing, remembering that she had a meeting to day. Tryouts. "Oh crap!" she yelled, quickly getting dressed before grabbing her keyboard, quickly putting it in it's case then running out the door, her dog barking as she left only to sit down and begin to groom himself. "Gotta hurry!" she repeated as she ran, only to finally arrive at the concert hall where the tryouts would be taking place.

『OhOhCee 〝 Okay, now I know what to type
> >;; 〟』

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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?

Inside Perfect Disaster's hang out and practice room, high up in the third floor, in a personal practice room where the sounds of guitar softly played out, was the lead guitarist of the band: Bryn Aylwin Good.
He sighed as he plucked a few notes, frowning. Bryn wrote the songs for the band. And, as usual, he was having a difficult time doing it.
"Sonofa- What, was I high when I started writing this?" he began playing more notes before he stopped, putting his hand on the guitar. "...I probably was."
He sighned and closed his eyes, letting his long black and silver hair fall back from his shoulders. His silver eyes were tired. "I know what's wrong. Kaighn's coming back." he shook his head with a sigh, playing again.
Kaighn, his lead singer. His Band Mate. His Ex-Best Friend.
His Ex-Boyfriend.

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

(Guys, actually post or delete your post and let me be the second to go out of common courtesy.)

[Lacy the Ninja]

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☽Ƚʊҟα Ӎϵɠʊɍɪπϵ☾

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Stuck inside these same four walls I’ve seen for sixteen years
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Luka had gone to her favorite coffee shop and got her usual. She walked out of the shop drinking her coffee and then looked at the time. "Hmmm still not time to go". she said to herself looking around. She looked at all the shops that were around her. She closed her eyes and took a drink of her coffee. "I swear all it is today is dress shops, malls and nothing else.'. she thought starting to walk down a street. She was getting bored so she took a bus to the studio and walked in. She was an hour early but at least no one would yell at her for being late. She looked around and walked into a room that had no one in it. "Oh well". she said sitting down. She looked around the room and saw a poster of Perfect Disaster SHe got up and walked over to it. She loved the band and it's music, but all of them did drugs. 'How stupid do you have to be to use drugs' she thought. She sighed and was getting even more bored. she sat down at started to sing

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The fresh breeze played apathetically with the young boy’s dark, raven bangs. Perched lovingly on the forgotten park bench table top tip, his arm pasted to his knees, and head connected to an open palm. Resting and peering into the faint dying grass, no upon showed upon his doll like face. The distant sounds of the city seemed muffled, replaced by silence. Thin wisps of cherry scented smoke drifted from the freshly lit cigarette he held in his pale hand’s procession. The white smoke curled in bone chilling air where it faded into nothing, leaving only the faint smell of cherry cloves in its wake. Lifting his free hand, the still figure began playing with the brim of his black newsboy cap. The boy gently settled the cancer stick in between his lips taking in a long silent drag, rigid shoulders slumping forward slightly. He gently removed his hand from the brim of his hat to sweep away a pesky lock of hair that had fallen in his face. A pure white medical swatch revealed itself from under his bangs, shielding his left ocean blue orb from view. Slowly he let his hand drop into his lap, his cold gaze trailing to the three instrument cases before him. Without a sound he rose to his feet and dusted off his Victorian Era apparel. Gently his porcelain hands ran over his white dress shirt with ruffled bell sleeves. A gray and black pinstriped vest and matching coat accented the shirt and his black slacks hugged his well defined hips. The a feminine boy’s black buckled boots shimmered in the sunlight and brass buttons running up the side glistened like golden stars. A small smile tugged at his rose colored lips as he pulled out a pale pink lollipop. Hastily he unwrapped it, tossing the clear wrapping carelessly in the grass. Valentine pushed the sweet past his bow-shaped lips silently devouring the sugary sphere, in the privacy of his own mouth. Munching loudly into both the sound barrier, and hardened pink coating. The boy hoisted a large guitar case onto his back and lifted the other two cases clutching the handles till his knuckles turned stark white. Humming a soft tune to himself he started down the grimy sidewalk out of the park. The sounds of the concrete city Hell drowning out his peace. The once proud carrier of the delightful child’s treat was robbed of its throne of pleasure, to a candy munching man as the torn stick clattered to the sidewalk.
Litter spewed across the grime covered concrete as the subway cars passed by like speeding bullets. Band flyers and various advertisments rustled past large monstrous rats as they scuttled past the young musician disappearing into the darkness. His captivating blue eye glared against the dim light as he made his way to the terminal. Slowly halting he set the two cases down and retrieved a silver pocket watch from his coat pocket. The watch’s smooth surface glittered in the dim buzzing light of the flickering fluorescents. Valentine sighed and pocketed the watch just as the train approached. Silently he boarded and stared mindlessly out the window. His gaze focusing intently on blank nothingness for next painfully crawling fifteen minutes. Silently he noted that it would take him ten more minutes after arriving at the next station to get to his distention. Valentine jerked his gaze away from the window to gaze at the violin case in his right hand and the electric guitar case in the other. “I ‘ope I’m not late.” He sighed in his heavily accented English tone, his voice slightly higher pitched than the average Eighteen year old male. But that was expected from someone who resembled more of a twelve year old than an adult. Turning his gaze back to the window he watched the images before him melt away into brilliant hues. The train halted with a jerk. Valentine was jostled sideways and thrown to the floor having nothing to grab a hold of. The extra twenty five or thirty pounds not helping. Cursing violently to himself he stood and brushed himself off glaring toward the floor. As the doors parted he stepped out and headed at a steady pace toward the studio but at this rate he was bound to be late unless he took the back lots. Normally that was a bad idea with all the gangs and riffraff hanging about like the pollution over the city but he had no choice. Valentine cut through alleyways, squeezed past fences, and jumped from the occasional fire escape despite his outfit. The boy stopped short hearing footfalls, heavy ones slapping noisily against the stained pavement behind him. “Well isn’t it the wittle Prince of England.” A voice sneered from behind Valentine as he halted, a deep frown settling against his face. He didn’t have time for these creeps. Sharply he turned to face his pursuer. A thug with dark circles and greasy brown hair clad in a bomber jacket and dirty jeans glared back with a mocking smile. “I don’t ‘ave time for the likes of you.” Val snapped curtly as the thug’s cronies slowly began to emerge from the shadows. Their leader laughed harshly and cracked his knuckles. Without warning he rushed at Valentine. Unable to act fast enough the guitarist clumsily moved but not fast enough. The man’s fist connected with his face. Valentine reeled backwards falling toward the ground, laughter surrounding him. He felt, agonizing pain rippled through him as warm sticky blood trickled down from his lip; an iron tang filled his mouth. The smell… nauseating. Valentine hated blood. His blue eye widened in slight shock from the blow, before it registered. He swept the area quickly looking for any exits; there was a hole in the fence behind him that he could possibly squeeze through. The studio was a short block away after that. 'God dammit!” He spat, blood flowing from his numbed lip as he spat. Wiping a pale hand across his mouth he let go of the two cases and clambered to his feet. His blue eye narrowed dangerously on the thug as he let out a growl. “B.A.S.T.A.R.D!” He growled and rushed at the man with great force, a pale fist slamming directly into the man’s nose with a sickening crack. Blood spurted out covering the thug and Valentine in the process. The man doubled back howling in pain and clutching his face as scarlet seeped through the spaces between his fingers. “You… little… fcuker....” The man hissed but didn’t move; instead he motioned for his cronies to spring to life from the sidelines. Valentine didn’t miss a beat as he wheeled around, grabbed his instruments and made a mad dash of the fence. He threw himself under the opening, guitar and all barely managing to squeeze by. He didn’t stop running till he was safely inside the studio. The door slammed violently behind him as he leaned panting against the glass. Blood oozed from his lip making him grimace as sweat ran down his face. His jacket was splattered with blood and he looked like a hot mess. Truly this city was concrete city hell and not the city of dreams like he had envisioned months ago. Cursing and panting he hauled himself up the stairs toward the studio, Luka's voice ringing out from the floor above. Flopping backwards on a near by black leather couch he pulled out his acoustic and started to tune it, taking no notice in anything else but his guitar. Valentine's slender fingers plucked skillfully across the strings as he began to sing and play quietly. The young man was lost in his music because nothing else mattered to him. Not his dirtied clothing, the wounds forming from the blow to his face, or anything else.

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