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Generally, for purposes of this discussion, a gang can be considered to be a loosely organized group of individuals who collaborate together for social reasons. Modern day gangs now collaborate together for anti-social reasons. Gangs generally have a leader or group of leaders who issue orders and reap the fruits of the gang's activities. A gang may also wear their "colors", wear certain types of clothing, tattoos, brands, or likewise imprint their gang's name, logo, or other identifying marks on their bodies. Many gangs also adopt certain types of hairstyles and communicate through the use of hand signals and graffiti on walls, streets, school work, and school property. It must be understood that it is not illegal to be in a gang and indeed many adults are currently involved in activities that meet Webster's definition for a gang. However, many gangs of today, especially youthful gangs, break the law to provide funding for gang activities or to further the gang's reputation on the streets...
Sociologists as well as gang members have isolated the following reasons for joining a street gang:
# Identity
# Discipline
# Recognition
# Love
# Belonging
# Money
Feelings of fear, hatred, bigotry, poverty, disenfranchisement, and the general breakdown of social values are also considered motivations for joining a street group...
In order to better understand the gang mentality, the following are considered the "Three R's" of gang culture:
(1) REPUTATION/REP. This is of critical concern to "gangbangers" (gang members). A rep extends not only to each individual, but to the gang as a whole. In some groups, status (or rank) is gained within the gang by having the most "juice" based largely on one's reputation. While being "juiced" is very important, the manner by which the gang member gains the "juice" is just as important.
In many gangs, to become a member, you must be "jumped in" by members of the gang. This entails being "beaten down" until the leader calls for it to end. Afterwards, all gang members hug one another to further the "G thing". This action is meant to bond the members together as a family. Frequently, young gang members, whether hardcore or associate, will talk of fellowship and the feeling of sharing and belonging as their reason for joining a gang.
(2) RESPECT. This is something everyone wants and some gang members carry their desire for it to the extreme. Respect is sought for not only the individual, but also for one's set or gang, family, territory, and various other things, real or perceived in the mind of the "gangbanger".
Some gangs require, by written or spoken regulation, that the gang member must always show disrespect to rival gang members. (Referred to in gang slang as dis). If a gang member witnesses a fellow member failing to dis a rival gang through hand signs, graffiti, or a simple "mad dog" or stare-down, they can issue a "violation" to their fellow posse member and he/she can actually be "beaten down" by their own gang as punishment. After dis has been issued, if it is witnessed, the third "R" will become evident.
(3) RETALIATION/REVENGE. It must be understood that in gang culture, no challenge goes unanswered. Many times, drive-by shootings and other acts of violence follow an event perceived as dis. A common occurrence is a confrontation between a gang set and single rival "gangbanger." Outnumbered, he departs the area and returns with his "homeboys" to complete the confrontation to keep his reputation intact. This may occur immediately or follow a delay for planning and obtaining the necessary equipment to complete the retaliatory strike.
In gangbanging, today's witness is tomorrow's suspect, is the next day's victim. |
Look, listen to my voice
If you're making the choice
Tell me all the girls and the boys
Either scream or rejoice
Let's make that noise
Either move or we will all be destroyed
Enter the rival gangs, Electronica and NuMetal, the members of each labeled Elecs and Nus, respectively.
They're fighting over the Musica territory - a country that has banned music in all forms. Singing? No. Humming? Gone.
Any remote relationship to music is quickly silenced and the perpetrator forcefully detained.
Move and show me what you can do
When you step into the circle and shake like we do
Move when you just can't take it
And move if you just feel like breaking it
Most citizens of Musica have not heard music at all in their lifetimes, and when faced with it consider it the devil's work, or horrific in nature. They cover their ears and cry. Music hurts Native Musicians' ears.
The bordering countries, Indie, Emo, and Headphone, are currently walled off from Musica, much like East and West Germany once were.
While Indie and Emo have an unfound hate for Musica, Headphone has a neutral ground on the matter. These years are deeply routed with rumors of an upcoming war, all based on a few notes strung from a guitar.
Can you hear me? Stop, look, listen to my voice,
It was never my choice to feel all alone
This is my home
Back up , you don't know if you've never been here,
You've never been to the place inside, I face my fears
It takes everything I am
Needless to say, a few of the residents in Musica know what music is and wish to embrace it. Headphone illegally provides Musica residents with CDs, CD Players, mp3s and their players, Tapes and their players, as well as even earlier findings such as 8-tracks and records. Additionally, instruments are also Jacked from Headphone and sold through the hands of the Nus and Elecs.
The Nus specialize in Media, while the Elecs concentrate moreso on instruments and how to use them. These gang bangers all love what they do and the money that comes from it. Despite what the main populace may believe, the gangs have never taken their music wares for granted, and ultimately simply wish to overthrow the corrupt government of Musica, known as Metallica.
Approximately one hundred years a go, The Metallica founded The Mute Movement, which was essentially the downfall of all audio. Within this movement, agents, labeled as Clefs find and destroy music as well as those who distribute and own it.
Because of this, Nus and Elecs are outlaws, and any known members should be reported to Clefs immediately to be processed and either reformed or destroyed.
Reformation is achieved by injecting a neurotoxin into your system that makes it impossible to hear any sort of tempo or music. You can discern human speech, but that's about it. Most gang bangers would rather kill themselves than turn, essentially, deaf.
Move and show me what you can do
When you step into the circle and shake like we do
Move when you just can't take it
And move if you just feel like breaking it
Move and show me what you can do
When you step into the circle and shake like we do
Move when you just can't take it
And move if you just feel like breaking it
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But, there is still hope. There's been hushed rumors of The DJ, a juice that can not only restore a reformed Musician, but grants the user impervious to any reformation in the future.
The DJ, if found, could be a severe threat to the Metallica, as well as grant the gang who finds it impenetrable power.
The gang with the juice wins Musica. And once Musica is won, they can run their world as they please, without a rival gang being in their way. A revolution will come.
If you come near me, stop, look, listen to my voice
If you're making the choice tell all the girls and the boys
Either scream or rejoice
Let's make that noise
Either move or we will all be destroyed
Back up and let go if you've never been here,
You've never been to the place inside, I face my fears,
It takes everything I am
But there's a problem: No one knows where it is.
Ryan, the head of the Nus, is said to have an older brother that is a Clef. The Elecs don't know if this information is true, but assume it to be. The Nus are never given clarification on the matter, since whenever Ryan's older brother is brought up, someone gets the beatdown. Because of this, suspicions arise.
On the other hand, Electronica's leader, Rachel had a relationship with Ryan at one time. In fact, it was rumored that it was a rumble in between the two that brought about rival gangs. Both the Elecs and Nus have been running for at least five years.
Those who know the true story behind the separation between the once-uniform gang(known as Nausicaa) into the separate factions have been sworn into secrecy(at least on the NuMetal side of things).
Move and show me what you can do
When you step into the circle and shake like we do
Move when you just can't take it
And move if you just feel like breaking it
I come crashing to the floor
And I know there must be more like me
I've seen this all before, I can't carry this anymore, break free
Breath, and leave until the storm is over
'Cause underneath, there's a diamond passing over
So breath, let's leave until the storm is over,
Because I want to take you away
To join the gang(or hear music, if you are a native musician) you must be processed.
Being processed consists of two separate, but equally important parts:
# The Beat-in. Much like traditional gangs, there will be a beat-in for a prospective gang member or someone wishing to listen to music without enduring the pain that comes form being a native Musician. The beat-in consists of the prospective being beaten by the gang members and observed by the leader. During this time, the prospective is not allowed to fight back, forced to simply endure.
If they pass this, they are considered 'worthy' of being granted the priveledge of music.
# Tempo Control. After the wounds have been treated from the beat-in, usually on the next day(very rarely the same day) Tempo Control takes place. Tempo control is a surgery needed by native musicians only. A Native Musician has an extra piece in their ear called The Tie, which vibrates so much when anything other than a human voice is heard, that it causes headaches(and thus their hate of music). The surgery to remove this is called Tempo Control. It is a relatively simple procedure, but one that has been so tight-lipped, that the only way to find out how to do one is through a gang.
Additionally, there more than likely may be a fee that comes with being processed, especially if you are not joining the gang. In many circumstances, you can not be processed or Tempo Controlled without helping the gang in some way.
Once within the gang, you are given the rules and regulations of the new family you have admitted yourself into, as well as an initionary mission, in some cases to prove you are not a Clef or narc.
After these introductory practices, you are considered part of the family and are to be protected under that gang. In most cases, you disown you original family to become a part of the Elecs or Nus. After substantial trust is gained, you can begin to learn the trade secrets and start dealing or selling.
You do not actually participate in any of the Headphone Jacks unless you are of very high status.
Move and show me what you can do
When you step into the circle and shake like we do
Move when you just can't take it
And move if you just feel like breaking it |
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 10:19 pm
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Urban street gang graffiti is the most common way for gangs to communicate their message. Organized graffiti is one of the first signs that street gangs are taking hold in your neighborhood and is also an excellent way to track gang growth, affiliation, and sometimes even provides membership information.
Graffiti serves several purposes, all of which is understood by other "gangbangers," even members of rival sets. Graffiti has been called the newspaper or bulletin boards for gangs and communicates many messages, including challenges, warnings, and pronouncements of deeds accomplished or about to occur...
Some graffiti is nothing more than "tagging." An example of this is "Johnny loves Mary". Police departments and school officials should be sure someone within their respective departments develops an expertise in reading and understanding graffiti. |
Disclaimer: I am new to gang rps, and this is my first one. So some rules may be changed/added. If you have more expierence than me feel free to PM with suggestions/critique.New & important stuff is in red.
# Joining in general: PM me the bio, but you can start RPing immediately. This goes for gang members, civilians seeking to be gang members, regular civilians, and regular clefs(that are not of some special rank). If your character doesn't fit into any of those categories then you have to PM me the bio and wait for me to approve it before you can roleplay.
We currently are looking for normal gang members, clefs, and civilians. But mostly clefs.
# Everyone is free to start out as either a gang member, a civilian, or someone wishing to join a gang. If you have been a part of the gang for a while, you should PM a history of what has happened that is separate to your character bio to the gang leader of your gang. For example, if you bio says you have a scar on your arm but you don't detail it and it means something significant, you should PM how you got that scar to your gang leader. Just because you're a civilian, doesn't mean you have to be a regular person. "Civilian" just means you're neither clef nor gang member. *hinthint*
# Guild rules, Gaia Rules, ToS, etc., etc.
# Romance of any kind is accepted, even inter-gang romance. However, please know that if you have a relationship with someone outside of your gang that it will be not only extremely taboo, but may end up costing your life and/or hearing. Both gangs are capable of performing the reformation procedure as the ultimate form of punishment and banishment.
# Real, believable humans only. No inter-species, special powers... Stuff. Clefs are like the police. They bust you for music as well as other law-breaking activity. Gang members are normal people, so are native musicians.
# Spies. Spies are accepted on both ends. You may be a clef invading a gang, or a gang member that is also a clef. Bios must be approved before you can post. Put "<gang name> Clef" as your affiliation. All Clef and gang rules apply(meaning age limitations, etc).
# Clefs and The Metallica. The Metallica is kind of run in the background. However, if you wish to be a normal Clef trying to arrest/detain/reform gang members, be my guest. Just send the bio to me and you can roleplay even before I read it.
# Ryan's older brother. Rye's older brother was originally a lawyer, but is now the head chief of the clefs. He is pretty much 'clef leader guy'. If you want to be him I would love you so much. No, really. Anyway, PM me the bio and I have to approve you before you can rp. "Grey" is taken.
# Technology. Musica is just like our world, and in some respects may be more advanced- it just doesn't have music. That means, swords aren't really going to be a cool fighting weapon. More like guns, fists, knives, etc. I'd advise you to look up on some gang history or gang movies to see how gangs work. While the Nus and Elecs are not necessarily violence-minded, mob mentality does happen, and it could end badly.
# Killing. Some characters may be killed. Some characters may be killed via one hit(afterall, these are guns we're talking about). Fighting posts must take the form of you are attacking AT someone, so you can give the other person a chance to respond.
For example: "User A dropkicks user B" isn't good. "User A dropped down to kick user B" is good. Wording and semantics are important, but only for fighting posts.
One hit kills can go as follows:
"User A aims his gun at User B's head. Pulling the trigger, if it hit it's mark, brains would fly everywhere" would be an example of a one-hit kill. Obviously someone doesn't want their character dead in this RP, so you must give them some sort of chance to respond.
No crazy dodging of bullets could ever happen(Bullets move way too fast), but User B could always "In that precise moment, s/he noticed that his/her spraycan had dropped under the car, so s/he bent down to get it. And once s/he did, s/he heard a gun bullet pierce through the windshield." or something similar. A weird coincidence like that.
Of course, if you're not in a situation where you can 'dodge' like that, you're pretty much dead.
If you are cornered like this, and you really do not want to die, see if you can PM the guy killing you and see if you can work out a deal so he doesn't kill your character. If not, I'm sorry, but you're dead. You may rejoin the RP as another character if you wish.
# Multiple characters. You may play as man characters as you wish.
# Weapons. You are limited to one seen weapon and one concealed on your person. Please keep what you carry realistic. You can't conceal nor carry around a bazooka all the time.
# Characters. You characters can be any age or gender for a normal civilian, any gender but 14 - 28 for a gang member, any gender but 20+ to be a Clef.
# Schools/jobs. To keep a low profile, younger gang members go to school and older ones maintain real jobs. Nobody wants to be caught by a Clef. While respect is demanded from gang bangers, they should not go out of their way to promote their relationship simply because if you do, you'll get caught, and nobody wants to be reformed.
# Dissing. When in the vicinity of a rival gang-member, if you don't dis them in some manner, you will be punished. Punishment varies between gangs, but it's a customary thing to dis the rival every time you see them.
# Violence. As previously stated, the gangs are not overtly violent toward eachother but fights do happen. Planned fights are rare, most things that happen are personal quarrels between two rivals or 2 - 3 people within the same gang over a disagreement. Rarely does someone pull a gun - it's a last resort, as it pulls attention toward you. Clefs could be anywhere.
# Selling/Dealing. Elecs sell mostly instruments, and Nus mostly media. There is some interjection between the two, however(meaning, some Nus sell a very small amount of instruments, some Elecs sell a specific set of CDs or something...).
Selling music works almost in the same fashion as drugs in this common age. The dealer waits somewhere, and the buyers come to them. Because most music-related things are large, buyers usually give an address and the name of what they want. The next day, that product will magically appear at their doorstep. This is called Delivery. Usually new or young members are sent to do this, and it involves breaking into a home and putting the product in there.
In rare cases, a dealer might wait near a warehouse or abandoned building with the supplies on site. Usually, the warehouses are not where deals take place since this is the headquarters for gang activity. Since these places are so easily found, HQ moves every month or so to a new area.
# Posting. You must post paragraphs, and it must be related to music in some way. Your post can either have a music accompaniment(like the intro post to this RP), the character could be listening to music, and the lyrics posted somewhere in your post, or the character could be citing the lyrics. Music played in the background is also acceptable. An inside joke dealing with music could also suffice. For instance, I named the countries with words that have to do with music. Being "emo" is no longer what it used to mean, it's just like being "american". Coming up with something similar in your post can work.
You do not need to cite all the lyrics to a song, some choruses and refrains can be annoying. Usually it is much easier to just kind of visualize a 'theme song' for your post, and make a written music video. In old days, some stories were written like this, and they were called 'song fics'. I don't know if these still exist or if they changed names, though.
You do not have to credit the song or artist, but if you can make it fit with your post, that'd be cool.
I realize some posts may be very short or not warrant a whole 2 - 3 minute scripted music video of their own, so it's not necessary to have a song in every post, put shoot for most of them.
# Don't NPC anyone else. NPCing is moving someone else's character without their permission.
(you CAN however, create NPCs[for a deal or something to pass time]. If you don't know what this means, then don't create one. But you can ask me to explain it via PM or something, if you wish.)
# Tattoos/markings. When instated into the Nus, you'll receive a tattoo on your right shoulder. It is the flat sign.(http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/2381/wfl9.gif) It's pretty small and ambiguous, and can also be easily be mistaken for the letter "b", which is why it is used instead of something more noticeable. Older members who originate from Nausicaa have the treble clef, instead(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/6747/trebleclefmq8.gif). This sign was abandoned, however. The Elecs have sharps(#) on their left shoulder.
# If you have to leave the internet/rp for an extended period of time, or wish to quit the RP, TELL ME! If you leave the RP, just kill yourself off or something, and you leave for an extended period of time, try to make some sort of excuse that will get your character away from the current happenings. This will help us all greatly in the end, thank you.
# If I, as the thread creator, do not like the way you're RPing, your character, or you have left me or another person waiting on you to post for more than two days, I will either NPC you or kill you off. So please don't let this happen. If you're gone longer than two days, let someone know and we'll work around it or something.
# Keep OOC seperated from IC. But that's a given.
# Character Profiles/Bios. I'm sure you're all wondering exactly what needs to be in those bios I keep telling you to PM me.
Well, here it is:
[color=darkblue][b]Character Name:[/b]
[/color][b]User Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Sex:[/b]
[color=darkblue][b]Affiliation:[/b] (gang/Clef/civilian. If a gang member, which one? If trying out for a gang, put civilian seeking <gang name>)
[/color][b]Bio:[/b] (A little bit about your character. Appearance, history, likes, dislikes, etc., whatever. Please include whether s/he goes to school or has a job, and if a job, what is it?)
Please PM this with the subject line of "Jack App". |
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 10:22 pm
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Gang structure.
# O.G.s, original gangster. They are in it forever.
# Hardcore. Comprise approximately 5-10% of the gang. These are the die-hard gangsters, who thrive on the gang's lifestyle and will always seek the gang's companionship. The hardcore gangsters will most always be the leaders and without them the gang may fall apart. The gang's level of violence will normally be determined by the most violent hardcore members. They are usually the shooters.
# Regular Members (or Associates). Usually range from 14 to 17 years old; their jobs are robbing and stealing. They are money oriented. They are initiated into the gang and will back up the "hardcore" gang members. If they stay in the gang long enough, they will become hardcore. They usually join the gang for status and recognition. They will wear gang colors, attend gang functions, and may even participate in some gang related criminal activity all to fulfill their emotional need of belonging.
# Wanna-be's. Usually 11 to 13 years old; their jobs are tagging and stealing. They are not yet initiated into the gang, but hang around with them and usually will do most anything the gang members ask of them so that they may prove themselves worthy of belonging.
How to treat a gangster?
Treat them with kindness and respect and they will treat you the same way. It is all about respect. If you have a problem with them, you will accomplish more by talking nice to them and trying to get them to see your position than by being rude, disrespectful, or intimidating.
Remember that the "Real Gangsters" do have standards they live by. Their code of ethics are: Never mess with small children, old people, religious people, or innocent people. It is the "scavengers or wannabes" that act without remorse or guidelines in most cases. I have found that for that reason, the hardcore gangsters are willing to work with people like myself to get these scavengers out of the gang life. They have a tendency to cause more trouble and attention than they are worth. |
Character bios were listed in rules. Please read all of those before joining. To join, fill out the form and PM it to me. Unless you are a spy or Elec leader, you may begin RPing as soon as you PM me, and do not have to wait for me to respond.
NuMetal
Character Name: Ryan or Rye
User Name: [Q]
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Nu Leader
Bio: Ryan was once the co-founder of a gang named Nausicaa, which helped musicians hear and love music. However, something happened that's been kept under wraps between him and the Elec leader, allowing them to split and make rival gangs approximately five years a go. Since then, the pure intentions are still ther ebut not as evident as the war between them and the search for The DJ.
Ry is rather laid back when it comes to leading, and considers all his Nus very close family. However, he's very touchy on some subjects, such as his blood relatives and his past. It is rumored that his older brother is a Clef.
Ry has dirty blonde hair that's short in front but goes down at an angle toward his shoulders in the back. He wears biking gloves, black or blue jeans and either a white t-shirt or a wifebeater with a black open jacket over it. He plans jacks, but rarely deals. Ryan mostly tries to gather information about where the DJ may be, what territory he may be able to gain from the Elecs easily, and watches over initiations as well as help preform Tempo Changes and first-aid.
He can tune guitars, but otherwise seems to only listen to music through noise-proof headphones at very low volume, and doesn't seem to ever hum or sing along. While this seems peculiar, his love for music is still clearly visible by anyone he comes into contact with. His day job is a librarian at Musica Central.
Character Name: John *Odd Z*
User Name: Stingdragon
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Numetal, hardcore.
Bio: There isn´t much to say about Odd Z part from that he is crazy. The only thing that can calm him down is music. He changes attitude very quickly and can be a bit unpredictible but he is loyal to the gang because he can´t keep a normal job for a very long time. He won´t sit still for very long time.
Often wear´s red shirts with black stripes. Sometimes he has a jeans vest.He has pants in all kinds of colours most black depends on his mood. He has carrot coloured hair and four piercings in his left ear. Most of the time grins like a lunatic and sometime giggles in a creepy way. He has sly eyes that are brown.
He likes girls and guns. He isn´t a trigger happy guy but he likes the way a gun looks and feels.
What he doesn´t like is people that puts his friends in a bad view. And don´t call him John. He will rip your arms off. The only one that he accepts calling him John is the Leader.
He has been in the gang for four years. He is brutal and crazy. Even though he may seem like a weirdo he is pretty good looking and often pick up girls.
In daytime he works as a garbage disposer. At least for a short while.
This makes him capable of getting rid of some things that dosen´t normaly come in garbagebags.
Character Name: Direnae Forthen (Die-reh-na[with a long a] Four-then) AKA Diren [Die-ren]
User Name: Senisok
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Numetal, Hardcore.
Bio: He is not the strongest looking gang-member, but he is certainly one of the fastest. While in school, he fought extremely often, and developed his own form of martial arts. While many of the techniques come from Aikido, several are of his own design, and fit his needs perfectly. He has been a member of the Nu since he was fourteen, when he was initiated. He was originally a Musician, and when he had the extra piece of his ear removed, he found just how enjoyable music could be.
He stands at a meager five feet, eight inches tall, but sinew runs all across his arms, legs, and his neck. He rarely speaks, and keeps his mouth shut most of the time, preferring to breathe through his nose. His arms are scarred, and he has the flat sign tattooed on his left shoulder. He has a distinct scar on each cheek where a bullet went through the side of his opened mouth. He despised the Clefs more than anything, and concentrates more on using the resources of his gang to murder them than he thinks about dissing the Elecs.
He carries a Micro Uzi, preferring the small, hideable design, and the extremely quick firerate. With twenty round clips, that can be unloaded onto a target in less than one second, he enjoys the ability to massacre a small group of enemies without giving them the time to even draw their weapons. It's accuracy is not the best, however, but since he normally only fights over short distances, he doesn't care. He has become familiar with the weapon, and in his hands, it can be extremely destructive.
He carries a hidden knife, which is more of a shiv than a well-built blade, and uses it in close quarters. Because of his training in Aikido, he is extremely deadly with it, though it is not beyond him to simply pull out his uzi and unload a clip directly into an enemy's stomach or chest. His eyes are often covered with illuminated red contacts, giving him a demonic appearance in the night, and an intimdating one during the day. His hair is cut at the shoulder, and is dark brown, almost ebony.
He works from six A.M. to three P.M. at the local Computer Technical Support site, and he is an expert when it comes to computer Engineering. Never having spent any time at a college researching it, he learned what he knows from experience. He started out low in the ranks, mainly as an intern, but when his boss found out that he was giving the employees good advice, he was promoted. [Q Edit: Was originally in Nausicaa, so has the treble tattoo as well as the flat sign on his right shoulder]
Character Name:Bambi L. Beatrix [Bam]
User Name: xX Bloody Alice Xx
Age: 21
Sex: Female.
Affiliation: Hardcore NuMetal
Bio: Bambi's an attractive young woman, standing at 5'7" with a slim but sturdy build, tight muscles and subtle feminine curves. Her skin is more fair than tan, her natural haircolor long since dyed over in colors ranging from electric blue and shamrock green to fire-engine red. She has an attractive face with rounded features, a crooked charming smile and a light dusting of freckles. Her face is lit up by bright amber eyes set beneath long fans of lashes and arching brows. Her hair is usually seen ratted and uncombed and she seems content in often dressing casual, in worn-and-torn garb.
Born to religious parents in the suburbs, Bambi swears she' a test tube baby. Which is almost more believable than the prospect that such a fiery and, for lack of a better word, strange girl would come from such a 'Leave-it-to-Beaver'-esque family in suburbia hell. Bam knew she didn't belong there. She wreaked havok upon her parents from infancy to her teen years; truly a wild child.--Untameable. Bambi seems to have been angry her entire life. Angry and restless. She punched holes through walls, terrified her teachers, and brought chaos to her neighborhood. She stole cars, did drugs, pierced herself just to see her mother scream, and started fights (finished 'em, too). Always so angry, she would not, could not be disciplined.
At 15 she left. At 17 she joined the NuMetals, a relatively new gang to the area. She joined as a young and impressionable teen, looking to belong, looking to have a real family. A family she could be proud of. She was looking for more. Any kind of release.
Bam will never forget the first time music met her ears; the eerie caress of Radiohead. Thom Yorke's hauntingly beautiful voice, the whisper of guitars and the scream.. The scream of melody, rythm, tune. She had met her best friend. Where she truly belonged; beneath a set of headphones, with the music beating into her virgin mind. She had never felt such feeling. The beating she had received, the ear surgery, all the stipulations of joining the gang were worth it. She had a family, and she had found life in music.
That was nearly four years ago.
Bam had grown up. Now one of the area's largest dealers of illegal merchandise like CDs, discmans, MP3 players, radios, and even vinyl records or turn tables for those who had the cash. The woman knows how to aviod trouble, and how to handle trouble. She knows how to make friends and keep them, how to deal with enemies. She knows how to pick fights and win them.
Bambi has a generally laid back attitude and a good sense of humor. Keeping her own business to herself and keeping her nose out of other's business, she's mostly pretty nice to be around. Quicker to smile than frown. But, since every one has their bad side, Bam's no exception. She's too impulsive for her own good. A raging alcohalic, she's rather well-known for her sharp tongue and fiery temper. Her anger and fury sometimes get the best of her, at times effecting her good judgement. Impulsively violent, her bad side is NOT the side one want's to get on. Her only true joys in life are music, drinking and smoking. Her only love goes to her family; the NuMetals. She is currently in between [legal] jobs.
Character Name: Niobe.
User Name: Kjralon.
Age: 27.
Sex: Female.
Affiliation: Original (began with Nausicaa) NuMetal.
Bio:
Standing at about 6'1", Niobe is slender and well-built. Her cropped, dark hair is chin-length and cut and layered unevenly; it is often parted crookedly to the side, falling into her eyes. Due to a background faintly associated with the Pacific islands, her large, dark brown eyes are slanted in a smooth-featured face.
Her simple, smooth demeanor belies the personality just below the surface. Always coming off as cool and collected, it is a steel front to a cold violence and an indifference to other human beings. She is intelligent, classy, seemingly emotionless, paranoid in regards to being betrayed, and generally quiet. Not able to make friends easily, the gang is her family and though she does not show it often, would die for the sake of the gang.
This is primarily due to her past family relationships. Raised by an abusive, alcoholic father and an avoidant, enabling mother, she dealt with many family issues that she does not divulge. Niobe had no siblings, though she once (at the age of seven) had a tabby kitten that was crushed by her father in a drunken rage. It was the closest thing she had ever particularly had to a friend at that point.
Later that week, after being violently confronted by her father about the candy bar she had purchased with the change left over from her lunch money, she stumbled blindly from her house in an effort to find some alone time. As she was about to return home for the evening, she tossed a glance in the direction of her home, and never bothered. She walked the train tracks out of Musica and into the orange horizon, towards Headphone.
Niobe unfortunately made the mistake of attempting to steal from a member of Nausicaa's gang, and somehow, from there, ended up becoming a part of it. She was there until the split, and went with Ryan as a member of the NuMetals, though she never really gave a reason.
She has played guitar since the age of ten, and generally sticks with her belovedly worn acoustic.
Character Name: Lirit “Dreama” Thisbe
User Name: Heiny
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Affiliation: New Numetal
Bio: A Native Musician, Lirit or “Dreama”, has never actually heard music, with the tie in her ear, she has been unable to do so without pain. Although she has seen many little things such as the pieces of graffiti on the walls, she wants to become part of the gang Numetal because of it's association with media [found out through sneaking], something she does have a love for. While watching and creating videos on her own laptop, she has been noticing the absence of something that should really be there; the videos, she believes, are too silent and she wants sound, a "tune", for them but cannot find it anywhere really since it has been outlawed.
She herself is a very happy and eccentric person, continually shining the smile that she loves. People rarely ever find her without the smile on, and when it is gone, something very bad must’ve happened for it to disappear. Some people find the fact that she never stops smiling creepy, though she does not find this so and continues to do as she likes, to smile. She has seen many people smiling, because she is a little sneak, as they listen to music, another reason for her joining; she wants to spread the smiles. [Wow.. that sounded really like…. corny or something.. lol]
Lirit is a very small person, standing only 5 feet tall, she is a lightweight as well, 105 lbs on her frame, though she loves being small, it fits her perfectly when she is being sneaky, able to climb and hide in small, dark places. Short, vibrant red hair matches her personality, eccentric. Her hair falls over her right eye, the other side held by crossing barrettes and only reaches to the nape of her neck, the backside of it shorter than the front, which reaches her chin. Large, bright, lime green eyes framed by long red eyelashes capture many eyes and her pale skin look almost white, small freckles spotting on the bridge of her nose and on her shoulders.
She wears mostly dark colors, her favorite piece being her well-worn black leather jacket. She always wears a red shirt and jeans, though the shirt changes style, from a long sleeve to a tube top. The jeans are always a darker wash, worn and tight, fitting her small but somewhat toned frame perfectly.
She carries only a minature gun that fits her concealed under her leather jacket and an even smaller knife hidden under her black studded belt. She does not exactly like violence, but when it comes down to that, she has astonishing talent for aiming, perfected through hours of target practice instructed by her now fallen father. She does not like to talk of her family and lives alone in a small apartment, soundproofed by herself and works a lowly job as a technician for fixing the computers at the local library.
Character Name: Zekig Saro Saulson
User Name: Chalybs Levitas
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Affiliation: New Numetal
Bio: Zekig, or Saro, as he prefers to be called, is a young man of nine and ten years. At the age of eight, Saro and his family moved from Headphone to Musica, so he does not have the Tie. He grew up without music for the most part, because his parents obeyed all the laws of Musica. However, his memory gives him flashes of memory, little bits of music remembered from when he was young. He studies several arts, that is, painting, graphite drawing, writing, and the martial arts of Capoeira and Judo. He also studies music in secret.
He travels the town, wandering from place to place most days. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday he teaches a Judo class to support himself. As he wanders, he notices things. Little things and big things he notices. From the cars on the street to the grafitti in the alleys, Saro misses nothing. He wants to be a part of something. This country has no idea what they are missing. Rythm, Tempo, Harmony, and Melody. Saro wants to bring these things to Musica, and would do anything to make it happen. He would endure anything.
Electronica
Character Name: Rachel ‘Rae’
User Name: Etonani
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Affiliation: Leader of the Elecs
Bio: Rae once worked with the leader of the Nu’s to create and nurture the gang called Nausicaa, initially her intention was wholesome. She wanted to share music with the world. However, time passed, things changed, and she and Ryan split, not necessarily on the best of terms. Five years later she’s engrossed in her search for the DJ, all the while keeping a matronly eye on her gang, and teaching physics at a local high school.
Personality wise she’s very practical, and knows what she wants. She looks at her Elecs as her children, and doesn’t hesitate to reward or punish them when the need arises. Though, she’s usually very practical, she can have a wicked streak a mile wide when she’s upset.
Rae’s hair reaches just below her shoulders, and is a light brown color that curls lightly around her face, her bangs hanging in a semi straight line just a few centimeters below her eyebrows. Her hazel eyes are hidden behind a pair of wire framed glasses that she doesn’t really need but are necessary when she’s trying to disguise herself. Her wardrobe varies, but when she’s teaching her clothes usually consists of tasteful knee length skirts and fashionable tops. When she’s out with the Elecs though, she wears a pair of worn leather pants, knee length combat boots, trendy tee shirts, biker gloves, and a black leather bomber jacket.
She is usually involved in planning things more often than doing the actually dirty work, but she has a large hand in every part of the gang. She is very hands on and likes to make sure things are going right herself rather than to just be told. She plays all sorts of instruments, she was taught by her father, who was taught by his mother, and so on. Piano, guitar, violin, and pan pipe are her favorite.
Character Name: Kaeden (pronounced K-din)
User Name:Keido x17
Age: 17
Sex: F
Affiliation: Hardcore Elec
Bio: Left orphaned and alone at 15, Kaeden steeled herself to revenge her parents. Finding out that their deaths were completely accidental in a stray shot by a member of the NuMetals, she became lost, "hunting" for someone to take her pain out on. Completely out of control, she was knocked out of action by a member of the Elecs and broke down. Seeing her need for some type of order and some kind of family to keep hold of, Rachel recruited her into the team. Starting out as a regular member, she quickly rose to hardcore, throwing herself completely into everything and putting to use the Kung-fu she'd been trained in since the age of five. In order to originally "revenge her parents," she'd gotten a crash course in shooting small firearms.
Coming off as slightly bipolar, Kaeden is at once instant, completely serious, deadly in her persistence, and in the other, the completely harmless schoolgirl playing a sonata on her grand piano. A high school student, she plays flute as well and walks around in flared jeans and tight t-shirts. Her hair is above shoulder length, black. And her almond eyes are the darkest shades of brown.
Character Name: Magnus "Boomer" Giles
User Name: ManagerKyoto
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Elecs, Hardcore
Bio: Magnus Giles, aka Boomer, loves music. And this love for music keeps him in the gangs. Regradless of the situation, he lives up to his gang name. Loud, rude, abrassive and an avid believer in talking through his fists when ever possible. It only seems natural that he is draw to the brass and perucssion intruments. Boomer just loves to blast out the bass line on a tuba, create a smooth jazzy slide on a trombone or just go ballistic on a drum kit.
There are two words that come to mind when describing Boomers appearence- orge and brute. Standing an impressive six foot 7 inches and weighing 264 pounds, Boomer played and excelled at most physical contact sports- esspecially wrestling. And his face is testiment to that- his nose is crocked, his jaw is not straight, his left eye socket has been rebuilt and is no longer it's original shape, and a few of his teeth are missing. Yet all of these "battle scars" he wears with pride- along with his blue eyes and blonde hair.
His love of sports and being physical ment that Boomer only ever really wanted to do two things- being a professional wrestler or a gym instructor. Due to cetain regulations in the wreslting communty, it meant he was only able to do that latter of his dream jobs. And one he does with pride, since he can easily get away with tapping out music as he is teaching a class of singing to himself while lifting weights.
Dressing to suite his lifestyle, Boomer is usually seen wearing a singlet/t-shirt, basketball shorts, well worning runners and sweatbands on his wrists and forehead. If the weather does turn cold, he will wear warmer gym clothing and possibly a jacket. And unlike most gang members, Boomer does not carry an weapons because he considers his body to be his weapon.
Character Name: Akira "Blitz" Koganei
User Name: RavingGale
Age:21
Sex:Male
Affiliation:Elecs Regular
Bio: Akira is not your regular music geek; though he did join the gang because of an inherent love for quick beats and techno music(which also gave him his nickname), handed down to him by his ancestry. Aside from that, the only other things you cannot pry him away from are cars and video games. His specialty comes in handy at times, specifically for getaway vehicles that can outrun virtually anything that comes stock on the market.
The sound of tires screeching and sensing them smoke is enough to burn up his driving passion. Though he loves cars, Akira himself, regularly drives a motorcycle to and from work. His day job? What else?! An auto mechanic at the local shop. This also gives him an opportunity to mess around with OTHER people's cars, which does come handy at times, as few deliveries and meetings end up with his group running away from the Clefs. Running away is easy though, due to his intricate skill of handling cars and maneuvering, with his favorite technique being the "drift." He calls it an art form, taught to him by his older brother and it is basically taking turns, u-turns and hairpins at a way higher speed than what regular vehicles can usually do. If anyone else tried to do this, there's a high chance that their vehicle will either flip over, or slide and crash into the corner.
Akira was always the rebel child who followed whatever he wished to do. Though he may look like a weak person, he has a determined will and decisive head. His family was never Native Musicians; they came from Headphone as illegal immigrants. Being of a grand ancestry, their family also had its own crest: A cross slanted about 30degrees to the right with an eighth note drawn in the middle, slightly leaning to the left, Akira has this tattooed on his back, just below the rib area. He also has the sharp sign on his left shoulder, as per all members of the Elecs.
Secretly, his family taught him to appreciate music, and his brother taught him how to make the techno and trance beats that he loves so much. Aside from that, his brother taught him one form of martial art, one that Akira hasn’t really used in a long time against anyone, but still practices quite often. His art is a mix between Southern Shaolin style and Ba Gua, the art of circle walking. After Akira disappeared from his family for about 3 years to join the Elecs, his family vanished without a trace, and so left him the house, and anything that was left in it. The ‘inheritance’ also included a small amount of saved money in a hidden vault, weapons hidden by his father and his brother’s highly modified car: a reconstructed, black Lancer Evolution V, specially modified to withstand bullets, and street racing.
Deep within the house, Akira found, was a small studio, perfect for remixing tracks and creating beats. He also found out that the studio was way, way deep below his house, with the door’s password being a musical, albeit silent, lock. It makes the perfect solitary spot, the perfect musical solace, and a perfect hiding place.
Akira is around 5’9’’ with an average body and can usually be seen with uncombed moderately-short black hair and glasses, donning a T-shirt with a unbuttoned shirt over it, baggy cargo pants, a wrist watch, and socks and sneakers. At work, he wears the standard jumpsuit and work gloves. Underground(within the gang), he wears his scratch gloves, no-friction dance sneakers, crystal visor, and large headphones connected to a small mp3 player clipped to his right waist.
For weapons, Akira has enough in his house to supply an army. His father had secretly hidden different weapons in various places around the house that no one would've thought of checking. His favorite seems to be the twin Beretta pistols he found strapped under his father's bed. He also carries various throwing knives, extra ammo, and either a sword, or a sniper rifle in the back of his car, mostly for 'special' purposes.
Character Name: Kathrine "Kitty" Hawke
User Name: [.Rape.me.in.the.fields.] / Marvel Fanboy
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Affiliation: New Electronica
Bio: Kathrine, or Kitty as she prefers to be called, is a bit on the short side, standing only about five feet and four inches.Her body is toned and well defined, though it would have to be as she practices both Free Running and Capoeira. She is able to combine these two things into a highly acrobatic combination when she is forced to fight or escape. Her blond hair is held in shoulder length dreadlocks, her sharp green eyes usually covered by a pair of blue sunglasses. She generally wears a white tank top or wife beater with a bright orange padded vest over it. When not wearing cut-off shorts she will be seen in a pair of plain black pants. Two constant things about her wardrobe is the necklace she wears and her shoes. The latter are a simple pair of Converse, the former is a pacifier hung on a simple piece of string. She also sports a few piercings, including several in her ears, her lebret and her tongue. She is a former resident of Headphone, where she practiced Capoeira and Free Running avidly.She made it to several regional Capoeira competitions, and she faced a boy by the name of Zekig Saro Saulson, and their matches were a constant back and forth battle. She also grew a taste for techno and began learning to DJ. At the age of sixteen she was fully capable of manning the various rave parties that she had attended, and half the time -did- end up DJing at least a small portion. Her parents moved to Musica when she was seventeen, and she promptly moved out at the age of eighteen. Living on her own, she continued to play her music, though through a pair of massive headphones she had brought with her from her old home. She also illegally acquired a program for her computer that allows her to continue to make her music. She was driven to seek out Electronica when she realized she had hit a limit in her creative abilities due to the program, and she now longs for her turntables and synthesizers that she had once known. She now boldly walks the streets with her Mp3 player and overly-large headphones, seeking the gang she had heard about through wall-writing and deep internet research. She is also beginning to become known to the clefs, not by name, but appearance. She has dodged them many times with her Free Running skills, and plans on continuing to do so. She works at a local gym as a receptionist, though she sometimes will double as an aerobics instructor if need be.
Character Name: Hugo "Slide" Bertram
User Name: Metega_05
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Clef spy
Bio: Hugo is a man of average height with brown hair and green eyes, and works hard on the street to keep music off it. Hugo was sent by his superior to infiltrate one of the gangs, so Hugo gave himself the name Slide and started to dress less conspicuously. He picked up on the drawl of many of the gang members, read on the subject of gang sociology, and now believes he is ready to join the underworld of the gangs.
Hugo picked up a cover job as an advertising consultant. He is a good critic, always able to pick out the flaws and successes of people, which allows him to befriend others easily. On the street, Hugo comes across as independant and self-sufficient.
He says that he thinks revolution is a good idea, and that music should be once again heard by the citizens of Musica.
Clefs
Character Name: Senka Dereta
User Name: Etonani
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Affiliation: Clef seeking NuMetal
Bio: Senka is what you would call at first glance, different. At first she seems to be all smiles and bright words, a joker and tease as well. Her looks are dark and striking, and she does not hesitate to use them when they can advance her further in her goals. While her dark looks would seem to lend her a serious disposition, she actually possesses a wicked and often times lewd sense of humor. These traits all helped her become a promising and gifted Clef at such a young age, just as her mother was, and her mother’s mother before that. Senka takes her job seriously, but likes to have fun while doing so. To her, the thrill of the chase is what makes things fun. If given the chance to spice up a ‘chase’ she takes it without hesitation and that is one of the things her superiors often remark critically on. She knows she’s a good agent though that she can usually get herself out of her own messes with minimum damages, and as a woman who’s out to spy on the infamous gang NuMetal, she’s going to need that skill in spades. She doesn’t worry though, she is after all, the self proclaimed master of manipulation.
Senka’s hair is long and dark with small amount of curl to it, and under strong eyebrows she has even darker eyes that express a surprising amount of emotion for their color. Her skin is a pale olive color, and she holds no qualms with showing it off, often wearing short skirts and tank tops to catch the attention of people she passes by in the streets, and though she seems to revel in the attention of others, she herself is quite taken with her lover and fellow Clef, Jess
Her dangerous and thrill seeking attitude shows through in the way she fights. Her hand to hand style is aggressive with very little defensive movement, and in gun battle she often takes more risks than she should. To her, it’s all in good fun, and only serves to brighten her day all the more.
As a born and bread Musician, Senka has never heard music and doesn’t know what all the hype is about. She knows that Jess listens to it guiltily, but doesn’t really care. Being a Clef has never been about the music to her. It was family tradition, and it gives her a chance of getting in legal fights.
Character Name: Errant 'Grey'
User Name: ForeverWildAtHeart
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Leader of the Clefs
Bio: Errant, needless to say had gotten a large amount of flack for just having Ryan as a little brother. Twice he had to help Rye out of some jam because of his love for music. However he could never bring himself to regret his younger brother. After losing his lawyer job, he was accepted as a Clef, and with his business-like personality, and tendency to rise to the top, he eventually became the head of the organization. Errant's disposition in hunting down the NuMetals and Electronicas never seemed compromised by the fact that his brother was in fact the leader of the guild. Whether or not he is serious about dissolving his brother's gang and take him in is still as of yet unknown, but it is known that he holds the knowledge that Ryan is in fact the leader of the NuMetals.
His true opinion about music is unknown, but he seems neither affected by it (in the way of headaches) nor interested in it. This made him the ideal Chief Clef. Errant works mainly under the pseudonym, "Grey". Clefs all call him this name, and it is the name most gangsters know him by. Only those who really have known him and followed his family history know that his true name is Errant. He doesn't object to being called Errant, but most do not feel comfortable calling him by his true name. Errant is of a very impassive temperament. He never resorts to shouting or anger, and is usually sweet when it comes to dealing with people, but he is also very ambitious and can become so frigidly sober that he frightens most people in his austerity.
Errant dresses very stylishly but also very professionally. He has found a compromise between the two wearing such things as pinstripe vests over complex print dress shirts, complete with a full-windsor knotted tie, with slim boot-cut dress pants and black suede dress shoes. Wavy light-brown hair sweeps across the crown of his head and behind his ears in a smooth fashion and accents his light violet eyes and pale face which is well featured and undeniably handsome. He wears round thin lensed glasses that usually sit near the tip of his nose when he lowers his head to look at someone.
At home, Errant locks himself in an empty room for long periods of time.
Civilians
Character Name: Eisley Ibsen
User Name: Suula
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Affiliation: Civilian
Bio: Eisley is good at very little, aside from asking questions. As a native Musician journalist for a respected paper in the heart of O Town, Eisley lives for her field. She is most well known (by colleagues, at any rate) for her extensive and controversial investigative work regarding illegal emigration into Musica's bordering countries Indie, Emo, and Headphone. The struggle for music, which she discovered to be the driving motivation for most illegal emigrants, fascinated her, and she became taken by its cultural and sociological impacts on modern society. Most recently, Eisley's research has been oriented around the clash between Clefs and the rival gangs, Electronica and NuMetal, as well as the origins of the Mute Movement.
Eisley's obsession with 'seeking the truth' has taken a toll on her own mental (not to mention social) state; she is now dominated by a notably dark apathy, and a increasingly suspicious nature. A growing insomniac, she lives on anything caffinated, eats very little, and can usually be found gliding down the streets, hunched in poorly lit corners of libraries and archives, or alone in front of a computer in her small but elegantly furnished apartment.
In appearance, Eisley is of the subtle sort, easily passing unnoticed by most, with a disposition that is neither meek nor brash, but somewhere in the self-contained middle. She stands at an average height, though she seems to be made taller by her narrow, slim physical build (and rather flat chest, sadly). Her facial features are delicate and carry a strangely young, boyish quality: a square jaw, straight brows and nose bridge, with critically observant grey eyes and (her only distintly feminine feature) well-proportioned lips. Her whispy, sandy-colored hair is kept fairly short, french braided diagonally across the back of her head with angled bangs that sweep to one side but do not hinder her vision.
Eisley's clothing is kept simple and nondescipt. She typically wears a knee-length trench coat made of tan tweed, with some variant of a collared shirt (usually white) and a knee-length skirt or tailored trousers, always dark-colored. In her trench coat she stows all of her necessities, which include her ID and Press pass, keys, pepper spray, a notepad and pen, among other things. She navigates the city streets in dark brown slouchy boots with a moderate heel and tall socks that peak out the tops.
Character Name : Feryal Di Kaydence
Nickname : Fey
User Name : [ r o b o t ]
Age : 20
Sex : Female
Affiliation : Civilian Seeking Electronia
Bio : Fey was born into the Di Kaydence family, a family with a deep history in music. Her parents, both rebels against the Mute Movement, were taken away by Clefs at an early age. Fey and her older sister Diane, left with the Kaydence fortune and empire, were put under the care of their mother’s sister, Aunt Margaret, a more quiet supported of a music rebellion. Her Uncle David Sileny, Margaret’s husband, took over the Kaydence Pharmaceutical Company until Diane turned eighteen. Fey was always suspicious of her uncle’s interest in the company, but he permitted Aunt Margaret to teach them to play and listen to music.
As Fey grew up, her suspicions of her uncle grew as well. By the age of 18, she had figured out what had happened. Rumors of David trying to begin an affair with her mother had always been present, but easily ignored as jealous comments on her family’s fortune and her parent’s love. The rumors of David trying to actually legally take the company away from them, under the context of too much pressure and responsibility, when Diane was under 18 was a bit harder to ignore, but nothing had ever been said in the Kaydence estate and Fey never thought Margaret would take part in such a scheme so she paid little heed to that as well. However, as she neared her 18 birthday, with Diane more and more absent working at the pharmacy laboratory, she began to notice her uncle’s odd behavior. Piecing rumors together, she had a loosely strung together suspicion: In order for her Uncle to gain control over the company, he had tried to start an affair with her mother so she would leave their father, taking half the company with her in the divorce. When that hadn’t worked, he had started a relationship with Margaret, and when he had learned of their love of music, it had been too much of an opportunity for him to pass. He simply notified the Clefs as an anonymous witness, knowing that Fey and Diane, along with all of their family’s possessions and holdings, had been entrusted to Margaret if something should happen.
When she confronted her uncle with her suspicions, he had thrown her out. Without her sister’s support, whom David had always treated as a favorite since she would inherit the company, Fey wasn’t able to defend her suspicions. Moving out of the Kaydence estate into a small converted farm on the outskirts of the city had permitted her to play her music with no repercussions, but allowed her uncle to loosely control the Kaydence companies through her sister, live in the home her parents had made, and get away with her parent’s death. Two years after being thrown out, she works at Musica Center as a librarian, constantly trying to gather evidence to show her sister.
She has long, curly black hair that falls to the middle of her back and straight bangs. Her eyes are green and she’s tall and slender with an admittedly boyish frame. Her skin is pale because she’d rather stay inside and play the piano than go outside to play baseball. Jeans and tank tops are normal attire unless at work and she constantly bites her short, red nails.
DECEASED
Character Name: Jess
User name: [Q]
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Affiliation: Clef seeking Electronica
Bio: Jess is a half emo half musician, born in Musica. She stands at 5'7" and has blue shoulder length hair, which is pulled into a pony tail, except for her bangs, which cover her right eye, which is blind. She wears blue jeans and a white t-shirt, as well as brass knuckles for her weapon of choice. The brass knuckles are actually caps atop her gloves, so she can wear them all the time.
She's a heavy tomboy, but a heavier alcoholic. She's almost always in a constant inebriated state, and likes to drink away her problems. She likes music, but hates herself for it. Music is the devil's work, but evenso, it turns her on.
Jess' partner and lover is Senka, and although they were assigned to different gangs, their love is still strong. Jess' main objective is to figure out where the music is coming from and how, since the Wall between the countries is supposed to be of superior quality.
Character Name: Sormani Diresnok (Sore-Man-ee Dee-rez-knock)
User Name: Senisok
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Ex-Clef
Bio: Perhaps one of the shadiest characters in Musica, Sormani tends to lurk around the shadows, stalking gang members until he can isolate and apprehend them. He takes every advantage to shoot them down, especially since they rarely want to comply. He pursues a personal vendetta against Direnae Forthen, who has evaded capture at every turn.
He stands short, at only five-and-a-half feet tall at the shoulder, and has a grizzled appearance. He carries a very long-range set of binoculars, allowing him to stake out known hiding places of gangs before arranging a raid. His weapons, however, are a Walther P99 handgun, which he normally keeps hidden under his jet black trenchcoat, and a small razor blade that can easily be used to slit the throats of enemies that get too close. He wears a dark brown bowler hat that he usually tips over his face. He often wears small sunglasses, too, since he is slightly photosensitive.
He clothes himself in standard-issue body armor, set around a cloth shirt and denim jeans, all of which is covered by a long black trenchcoat. He has a belt around his waist on which his pistol is holstered, and wears large black shoes, somewhere between a boot and a tennis shoe. Despite their weight, he can move silently until he starts running, at which point he abandons all thought of stealth. His face is slightly plumped, with sunken blue eyes and a short nose.
He can't remember much of what happened before he became a Clef, but he does know one thing-- Direnae Forthen does. He recalls that Direnae was his ally at one time, though the circumstances are completely lost to him.
He prefers to wield a pistol, as the gangsters that he fights tend to be much more skilled with a knife.
He hated the members of Electronica more than those in Numetal, primarily because one of the more prominent members of Numetal is, essentially, unkillable in his eyes. No records, public or private, seem to hold any secrets to his life, and he needs Direnae alive.
Character Name: Maku Ryoku
User Name: Master_Of_Conspiracy
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Affiliation: civilian seeking Electronica
Bio: She has short sliver hair, light brown skin, deep red eyes and 5' 9" tall. She wears a fishnet shirt with leather pants, large metal gloves, black converses, a gray shirt with a white star in the center, and a long black tie. She has these cat ears that she loves to wear all the time.
Her family died years ago and they we're all she had. She was placed in foster care and was sent to many different homes; each being worse then the pervious. She was placed in a good home with a single woman named Hokusai Fujita. She was arrested before for stealing and illegal procession of a weapon. She was locked up for only there months, since Hokusai (Hoku for short), payed for her bail.
She likes to read and fight. She tends to be a loner sometimes. She dislikes mean people, cops, anyone who tries to hurt her or Hokusai. She also dislikes being lairs and being used. She is currently in college and has a part-time job as an employee at Game Stop. |
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 10:22 pm
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Miscellaneous Information/FAQ
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More information about Clefs?
Clefs are like police. You've got your traffic patrol gang patrol, etc., etc., SWAT and FBI. The umbrella term for them all is 'clef'. They work for the government. You know how sometimes USA's government is called US Legislature? Well, in this world, it's "Metallica". So you can use metallica and government interchangeably, and people will know what's going on.
What kind of timeline are we working on?
The Metallica's really uptight. They pretty much redefined the world during the Mute Movement, and thus have changed the date system. While this world pretty much resembles our 2006+, right now we are in "101 AM", which is, 101 years 'after mute'. The mute movement first appeared in 0 AM/PM, and likewise, anywhere pre-movement, is whatever year PM.
More information about the Tie and Tempo Control?
Ties are an extra piece of a native musician's inner ear. When a musician is born, it is customary to put this piece in their ear, and it is the law to do so. People who move into Musica obviously do not have this piece, but would get as part of their citizenship(If they are under 5 years old when they come in).
This stated, if your character meets those requirements, they have a Tie. Even if they are a clef.
Now, about Tempo Control- this is basically a process where you sedate a person and stick a pair of scissors in their ear and cut the Tie from underneath the skin it's grown under within the ear canal. The gang leaders know this surgery quite well, and pick very few people to teach it to. Both Rye and Rae haven't taught anyone the procedure.
The Gang's history(Nausicaa)?
In a really brief nutshell, Rae came to Rye with music, Rye loved it so they started a charity effort to bring music to Musica. Rye's family is a family of government. His brother was a lawyer and the rest of Rye's family were pretty much government officials in one way or another.
Rye and Rae got into a lot of trouble, but because of Rye's family backing, they tended to get off easily because they were only kids...
Nausicaa became an actual gang some time after that, but a peaceful one that was only dedicated to bringing music to the country. Eventually, they couldn't handle the expenses, and so Rae brought up the idea of charging for the instruments. Rye begrudgingly agreed, as long as there was no profit. Soon afterward, Rye discovered that Rae had risen the prices to a point where the gang gained an enormous amount of profit, and that was where Rye drew the line. He left Rae in a fit of rage, and one of the members of Nausicaa reported him to the clefs. Rye was detained for a year, but his older brother(the lawyer) managed to get him out. Ryan's brother was fired from his job because of this effort to help Rye, and thus is now the head chief of the clefs in the district who's only ambition is to shatter the Music trade.
Rye was under the impression that it was Rae who told the clefs about him and not one of her members, so made it his mission to spite her and get her back with his own gang. Some members sided with him in the matter and thus left Nausicaa to form NuMetal, and Rae's side eventually changed their name to Electronica.
Rye has a zero-tolerance policy about talking what happened. If anyone brings it up, he'll likely beat them. Rae, on the otherhand is more lenient, but only with older members who were a part of Nausicaa; she doesn't appreciate lower ranks or newer members spreading rumors.
Explain how music affects people with Ties, and the laws regarding music?
When someone who has a Tie listens to music, it gives them a headache dependant on volume and bass. So if they have the volume down low, it will be irritating, and if it's blasting, they will either have a migraine or temporarily stunned.
So, yes, in this manner, if you were to blast music at a clef(who has a Tie; some may not if they're not native) you could get away quickly.
As far as the laws concerning music go, it's not tolerated. You pretty much are set with a strike policy and sort of clef record(like a police record).
If you're wearing headphones, you could claim you don't know what they are, and just say you bought them off the street thinking they were a fancy headband, as long as it wasn't connected to anything. This may be a warning if you look innocent enough, but could end up with a ticket or a fee.
If you're actually caught with something that plays music, for example, an instrument, CD Player, mp3 player, etc., the item is confiscated and destroyed, and you vigorously questioned with a high possibility of jail time for a few months or more depending on which offense of your's it is and what item(A guitar would warrant more jail time than an mp3 player).
If you hum or sing in a public place, then you're given a warning or ticket or possibly a fee, but on the third account you are Reformed.
If you're suspected to be assisting in the illegal music trade, or a gang member, you are immediately detained and questioned regarding to your trade(even if there is no evidence). If you give up who you're with and identities, you will be Reformed and allowed to live your life. If you refuse to cooperate, you'll be allowed a trial, but with a jury of clefs and not peers. If you have a good lawyer, you can still get out, but you need a really, really good lawyer to convince the jury.
Even if you are deemed innocent, you have to stay in jail for a year(although this can be counted while awaiting trial instead of after it). If you are found guilty from the trial you are put to death.
Do the gangs have colors, signs, uniforms, tags?
In short, no. Graffiti isn't really used that much by the gangs, since the risk is so great for being caught. Elecs and Nus are somewhere in-between the mafia, who run full-out operations, and gangs, who just do it because they can. Because of this, there are some things that have begun to die out.
Rye and the Nus tend to take things more seriously whereas Rae and the Elecs have a more laid-back attitude about how gangs and jacks should be held.
For signs, there's devilhorns which show love for music, but that was pretty much a given. ;p
What's the deal with the quotes in each informational post?
It actually surprises me how many people took those things seriously. I suppose that is partially my fault for not really labeling them.
Inside the quotes are facts about real gangs from various websites I went to to, well, research gangs. There's nothing really needed in those posts aside from some insight. So you don't have to label your character as 'hardcore' member or anything. 
Coming up with song lyrics for every post is really hard!
OMG yes. Yes it is.
Every post I make it's getting harder and harder to come up with a song to use, so here's some food for thought:
- You can use the same song someone else did
- You can combine songs
- You can skip verses and use only lyrics you need
- If you have some sort of tie-in to music, like a joke or something, it will be okay if you don't have a song in your post(Like how this entire RP pokes fun at music- the government being metallica, a country being named Emo!).
- If you can't find a song, think of the main idea for your post and put it into google. For example, if you're going to fight someone, you could go to google and type in "fight lyric" or "brawl lyric" or "gunfight lyric" or even "gun lyric". This is how Etonani and I have been coming up with some of our songs, because our libraries are not very full.
What kind of cities are there in Musica?
Clef headquarters is in O Town, the largest city in Musica.
The Nus mainly reside in Linkin Park, while the Elecs take over Björk, both of which are counties within O Town.
WORLD MAP - Not to scale at all...
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If you have any more questions, feel free to ask via PM or the OOC thread.
Vv----------------------------- The Roleplay begins with these posts! ---------------------vV |
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 10:23 pm
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Come ride with me through the veins of history
I'll show you a God who falls asleep on the job
History of Necraphades was lying on the desk behind the monitor that checked out books. And on the high stool sat a twenty five year old who had been employed there for a good year at least, his head ontop of a page somewhere near the end of the resource, eyes closed and snoring lightly.
How can we win when fools can be kings?
Don't waste your time or time will waste you
"Ryan!" came a forced whisper. Another librarian, this time a woman, who has long hair and glasses... It seemed like Rye was the only one wihtout glassess... She nudged him with her hand. The toung man still didn't wake up.
"Ryan!" she hoped again, with still no response. She finally opened a book she had been holding and slammed it in his face. Ryan shot up with a jolt.
"What? How ar eyou to-- Oh. It's just you, July." He yawned, sitting back up.
"You're off now, please go before a senior catches you sleeping like that." The other said, empathetically.
Ryan gazed at the clock - Five pm.
He jumped off the stool and quickly logged out, then left.
"Thanks, July. You're always looking out for me."
It seemed like Musicians never really liked booked, so it was almost never crowded. Besides, with the onslaught of the internet, who would come to the library anyway?
No-one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive
The Nu Leader walked out the door to the library and went to his bike, putting on his black gloves, taking of the kickstand, and pedaling off. It was nothing special, just a cheap mountain bike - it got him excercise.
Now it would just take him about thirty minutes to get the abandoned Steel warehouse, where he'd left the paperwork for the new Jack that was supposed to take place next week. Thinking about it, some others should be getting off their jobs by now, as well... |
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 9:28 pm
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Come as you are, as you were
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend
As an old enemy
Traffic was surprisingly good for this time of night. In fact there were almost no cars to speak of on the road Rae was driving on, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She was tired, it had been a long day at work, and she still had a longer day ahead of herself. She had been teaching her students Newtons Second Law that day, and while most of her students had a mediocre understanding of the material....There were still a few who could use some help.
Take your time
Hurry up
The choice is yours
Don't be late
Take a rest
As a friend
As an old...
Not to mention, of course, she had a major deal coming up. Some guy wanted a piano, and she had to figure out the logistics of getting that piano to the drop spot without anyone alerting the Clefs. She was happy for the man, but she knew that this deal was going to be a major pain.
And the papers she had to grade.... She looked sufferingly at the stack of papers she had put down on the passenger side seat. She had to grade them all in the next two days. When she started to turn her eyes back to the road she felt her heart stop. There was a biker right in front of her! Slamming on her breaks and trying to swerve away, Rachel felt her as if her life would end right there.
Come, doused in mud
Soaked in bleach
As i want you to be
As a trend, as a friend
as an old...
As she closed her eyes in preperation for impact, Rae's mind flashed to the image of the biker in front of her, his face jumping to the forefront of her thoughts, and she felt her heart jump up into her throat. Was it...? That childish b*****d? |
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 9:50 pm
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It's been a long rough road and I'm finally here
I move an inch forward it feels like a year
Everything I feel seems so unreal it's true... it's true...
I'll take one step forward and two steps back
Got a hundred thousand pounds sitting on my back
I'm up, down, all around don't know quite what to do to get through...
Rye yawned before looking both ways at the cross-section he was on - just a few more blocks to go until home - and not seeing any cars too close, he decided to cross.
About half-way through hte lane, he saw a car that didn't look like it's driver was paying attention. With a growl, he tried to pedal faster and get across, but apparently it wasn't fast enough.
But I'm on my way...
Here I am, made it to the end of you
Never had a chance while I'm around
And now I'll never turn back
Never turn that way
No matter how life tries to face me
I'll turn the other way
And now and then, my head starts to spin
But I'll never turn back again
From this moment on, I am moving on
And I'll never turn back...
Luckily for Rye, the driver had slowed down enough that it had hit him with less-than-lethal force. Didn't stop the pain he was in from the crash, however. Probably would've helped if he had worn a helmet...
I guess I'm doing alright and I'm on my way
Facing every moment day by day
Taking a chance, slip on by, got no time to answer why head straight... I head straight...
And what will I become if I don't look back
Give myself a reason for this and that
I can learn, no u turn, gotta stay right here where I'm at...
Where I'm at...
He found himself on his side, everything spinning around him. Inhaling, he found that everything hurt(no surprise). Ryan would guess he had a concussion, and could hear some car horns that gave him a headache.
Part of him knew he shouldn't move, the other part realised that if he didn't, there would be a lot of ugly and upset drivers wanting to cross the intersection.
After what felt like ten minutes but was in reality only two, he tried to get up. Being too dizzy, he plopped back down on his butt to see his bike totally wrangled. There were going to be dire consequences if the driver didn't pay for his bike.
Speaking of the driver...
But I'm on my way...
Here I am, made it to the end of you
Never had a chance while I'm around
There she was. A rather beautiful and charismatic, stereotypical teacher. Of course, she was quite frazzled by what had just happened, but- Wait a second.
"You've got to be ******** kidding me," Rye grumbled to himself.
And now I'll never turn back
Never turn that way
No matter how life tries to face me
I'll turn the other way
And now and then, my head starts to spin
But I'll never turn back again
From this moment on, I am moving on
And I'll never turn back...
It was Rae. That b***h. She had the nerve to show herself here, in his territory.. Not to mention the whole hitting him with her car thing.
Ugh, if this wasn't grounds for starting a whole new war between the gangs, then he didn't know what was.
He would've glared at the woman and flicked her off if he had had the composure to do so, but apparently his body didn't like moving too much.
".. Better hope it's just a concussion," he thought aloud. |
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 10:51 pm
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When you were young
and your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
you know you did
Rae let a wicked grin cross her face for a split second, as she leaned forewards, her head almost resting on the steering wheel. She could end it all, just push the gas and end it. Part of her though, wouldn't let her. It would hardly be a fun way to torment him. All this went through her head in that split second, and then her sadistic look was replaced by a worried and concerned look. She was just a panicked school teacher after all.
But if this ever changin
world which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die
Jumping out of her car with a horrified look, she ran up to him and kneeled down on the ground next to him.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" she 'sobbed' in a terrified voice, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking were I was going, and I've been teaching all day, and, and, I'm so sorry!" she acted, almost too dramatically, as if she didn't recognize Ryan at all.
What does it matter to ya
When ya got a job to do
Ya got to do it well
You got to give the other fella hell
She knew that if she were in his shoes, nothing would piss her off more than if he had forgotten who she was, so she would pretend not to know him and hope to get under his skin. It brought a strange sort of cruel glee to her heart. She was getting back at him for leaving and splitting their gang. She hoped it would hurt him.
But if this ever changin
world which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die |
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 11:28 pm
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Do you think I’m faking
when I’m lying next to you?
Do you think that I am blind
nothing left for me to lose?
Must be something on your mind
something lost and left behind
Do you know I’m faking now?
She came running out of her car, wondering about hsi wounds. No doubt, an act, he assumed. "Oh, shut up, just get me out of the damned road, Rae." He grumbled, closing his eyes.
Do you know I’m faking
when I’m lying next to you?
Do you know that I am blind to everything you ever do?
Must be something on your mind
something lost for me to find
Do you know I’m faking?
Rye tried to get up again, this time using his arms to push him up. His left shoulder hurt, so he tried not to put too much pressure on it. When he was able to stand, he staggered, and grabbed onto Rae for support, with his left hand. Which was a mistake.
Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before on him
Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before, oh man
"Argh!" He shot back, and lost his balance for a moment, but was able to stand, albeit while shaking. He switched arms and held onto Rachel with his right, so he could at least have assurance that the world was not spinning afterall.
I guess you know I’m faking
when I tell you I love you
I guess you know that I am blind
to everything you say and do
Must be something on my mind
there’s nothing left for me to hide
Do you know I’m faking?
"I hope you know you're paying for that bike," Ryan grumbled. A moment later he began to walk very slowly and off-kilter toward the sidewalk, dragging Rae with him if he could.
"This had better be an accident."
Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before on him
Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before, oh man
We have to succumb to the feelings we can never face
I need you. I breathe you.
I can’t go through this all again.
We have to succumb to
the feelings we can never face I need you.
I breathe you. I can’t go through this…
Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before
Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before on him
Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before, oh man
Then she told me she had a gun
she says she wants to use it on me now…
For the moment, he hadn't realised she was pretending to not know who he was, but it would probably click in soon enough. |
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 12:00 am
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How far back should I have to go? Tell me.
Everything is so painfully vivid.
The truth is, we couldn't understand each other,
So you left and didn't look back
"How do you know my name? Have I met you before?" Rae asked innocently, putting a supporting arm on Rye's back, "Of course, you're bike, I'll pay for that. Um...Might take awhile, teaching doesn't pay very well, but I promise I will pay for any expenses that I've--" Her act was cut off as one of the few cars that were on the road with them honked from behind her parked car.
Fall into a light sleep, it encompasses my very being
I never carry out my promises
So long ago, I threw away my brightness
And like the light from the morning sun, it can never return.
"Shall I give you a ride to the hospital?" She asked sweetly, "I think those people want me to get out of their way," she giggled idioticly for the act. God this was grating on her nerves, "We can put your bike in the back of my car?" she finished with a tilt of her head, knocking her glasses askew.
It lies beside this cold heart, frozen
So completely mindless that it persists forever |
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 12:34 am
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Break me in,
Teach us to cheat
And to lie, cover up
What shouldn't be shared?
All the truth unwinding
Scraping away
At my mind
Please stop asking me to describe him
"'How do you know my name?' You've got to be kidding me, right?" Rye forced. He was now on the sidewalk, looking at her in the eyes as best he could.
The cars kept honking.
Rae mentioned the hospital. Argh, he shouldn't go there. It was probably only a dislocated shoulder anyway. At least, that's what he hoped... He just didn't want to go to the hospital.
For one moment
I wish you'd hold your stage
With no feelings at all
Open minded
I'm sure I used to be so free
Self expressed, exhausting for all
To see and to be
What you want and what you need
The truth unwinding
Scraping away
At my mind
Please stop asking me to describe
After a moment of thought, Rye slowly sat down on the sidewalk. "Just go grab the bike and move your damn car. We can talk about this some other place, not in front of a ton of people." His voice was soft and had a tinge of defeat in it.
Really, he wanted to punch the woman for how rude and stupid she was being. Preending to not know him! Briefly he wondered if it was a form of a dis or just to not be suspicious, but Rye settled on it being a dis, and he's do something to her when he got the chance... When he could, y'know, stand up straight...
Wash me away
Clean your body of me
Erase all the memories
They will only bring us pain
And I've seen all I'll ever need
... He was wondering if he was shaking from trauma or being so infuriated that he'd been hit, or that it was by Rae of all people, or why his arm was hurt instead of his legs.
Regardless of what exactly it was, he decided that when her face got close enough, spit was going to hit it. A bit low for Rye's usual disses, but you win some, you lose some... |
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 1:00 am
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I walk, groping in the dawn
Bathed in light, your body is scorched in my memory
Even now, you are here
Rae didn't drop the act as she left Rye on the sidewalk and folded the back seats of her can down so she could fit his bike in there. As quickly as she could, she then loaded the bike into her car, and got it. As she turned on the car and pulled up to the side walk where she had left Ryan, Rachel idly wondered where this was going. As fun as it was to try and confuse Ryan, she didn't know what was going to happen next. If it were any other time, she would have guessed there would be a dis, and then some sort of revenge...but there wasn't any one from the Elecs or the Nu's around to witness what was happening, and she really didn't think Ryan could stand up on his own at the moment, let alone fight.
"Etched into my heart, your dim white memory is like ice..."
Perhaps you were close by but left nothing behind, nothing but shadows
Stopping the car, she unlocked her car door and unrolled her window.
"Get in," She said 'kindly', as she moved the papers that had caused the entire mess from their perch on the passenger seat, to the pocket behind the drivers seat. Her offer was made. Question was whether he would risk getting in a car with her alone. |
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 1:20 am
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There's a kid out on my corner
Hear him strummin' like a fool
Shivirin' in his dungarees
Saro wandered along the street, not paying much attention today, not even to the grafittii that so intrigued him. He had a new book today, and he didn't much care for anything else. The grey tome was open in his left hand, while his right hand worked the staff so that he wouldn't accidentally walk into the street, like that embarasing incident three weeks ago. It was a lovely story about two countries at war over some imagined slight to the southern nation's god. The funniest part was that both nations worshipped the same god.
His face a blemished garden
But his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's
But he's hearin' paul revere
Saro was shocked out of his reveere by a very rude steel lamppost to his face. Lucky thing, that, as his turn was this intersection. For some reason, traffic was backed up here. Judging by the man swaying on the sidewalk and the crunched metal of the car, the man's bike had been hit. The man's manner seemed to have a different rythm to it than the other people of this town. Could he, perhaps, be one of the members of the two music gangs in town?
When he catches hisself gigglein'
He forces up a sneer
Though he'd rather have a milkshake
He keeps forcin down the beer
Saro let his mousey brown hair fall down over his glasses, put his face to his book, and discreetly began to walk towards the pair. He was wearing a long scarf, a brown longcoat, a pair of black jeans, and his favorite tye-dye shirt today, so he wasn't enirely unrecognizable. Saro scaned the world around him, but pretended to be totally engrossed in his book. Deliberatly, he walked into the pole just past the two people, and sprawled out from the force of the impact, for he had walked very quickly. He dropped both book and walking stick, and scrambled on the ground muttering under his breath. He was muttering song lyrics and praying desperatly that neither of them were Clefs.
Inexperience, it once accursed me
But your youth is no handicap
It's what makes you thirsty |
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 1:51 am
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When the woman left to put the stuff in her car, Rye closed his eyes and tried to gain his bearings. Sitting on the ground, everyone staring at him, holding his arm, world spinning. He was so weak right now, and he didn't want to be, could not be. Weak wasn't his thing. He was a leader, and had to act that part.
Rae came around with her car, and by that time, Ryan was ready. With a grunt, he stood up, taking all his energy to not look as ******** up as he was.
Today they asked me, "what do you always seem to find?"
But though I could not answer I'd have lost my way
And I could tell that this ain't right
The morning sunrise seemed to ask me why I tried
To find the strength in people who had never thought about a different way of life
It just doesn't seem that easy
Then a kid with a book walked into the pole he was standing next to.
That just wasn't right.
But that's not where the whack stopped.
He wasn't sure if Rae could hear what the kid was saying, but Ryan could. Barely, but he could still hear it. That was definately Harry Chapin's "There was only one choice".
Ryan turned, and with his good arm went to grab the kid's shirt collar. He wished he could slam the kid into Rae's car, but he didn't have nearly the amount of strength to do that. Instead, if he even managed to get a hold of the kid considering his current shape, he'd just pin him against the post.
I don't know where to go
I don't know what to be
I don't know how to change from being me
I don't know what to say
Maybe another day
I'll stop getting lost and find my way, home
All I know is gone...
"Please tell me you're not that stupid, and you didn't know what you were quoting!" he glowered in a hushed whisper.
"Tell me that wasn't Harry Chapin."
But the storms of weather, you know they don't seem to be as bad
If you think there's hope from here and there's a life you should now have
I don't have answers and no questions spring to mind
So here I've ended up now, there's no more signs and the roads are blocked
Aw, man...
It just doesn't seem that easy
The town was circling slower. This was such a good sign.
Rye snuck a look at Rae in her car, hunting for her expression at what he was doing. He really hoped this kid wasn't a new recruit of her's.
"You better not be an Elec," he rasped.
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