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 Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 7:06 am
THE OLD CRYPT ROCKOUT
Someone has cleverly redecorated the entire area with a rather ambient feel. A ghost wavers around a table in the back, selling drinks of pumpkin grog - oh dear, you're too young for that stuff!
Nonetheless, you and your team are much more concerned about these three judges standing in front you, all on strangely polished and nice looking desks with little scamplifiers attached to their spots. Wait, they didn't say anything about freaking AUDITIONS when you signed up! Oh well, its too late to back out, it's now or never!
((OOC RULES:
- In the next 48 ( exclaim Rehersals END MONDAY 11:59 PM PST) hours you will be requested to make a post in The Old Crypt Rockout with your band teams 'audition'. You can do this however you want it, via a three-band member doodle, a roleplayed out scenario, a poem. You MUST HOWEVER include the following:
- Please include ALL YOUR BAND MEMBERS and what they are doing - discuss this with your team and come with a smashing entrance!
- If one of your band members is missing or MIA or if you are using a gnome, as long as your have that member's original permission you may choose simply to 'fill in' their role with your own rp post.
- Have fun! Make some impromptu lyrics along to for your 'audition'. If its instrumental, roleplay it out. If it has lyrics you'll need to make these up for us. Do whatever you think your students would do in a situation like this!
- Don't forget to introduce your band what what you represent before your audition begins (at the beginning of your post).
- Only one person needs to post for the team!
- GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN. IF a band member sucks, they suck, no worries, they don't have to be good, I really don't think that is the point.. somehow, keep this simple as this is only the BEGINNING of the trials to come! ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 6:09 pm
The first of the bands made their way onto the stage, they introduced themselves as "Lunatic Blue" - and their costumes and colors did nothing to detract from their choice of band name. ((Pachua- Singer, Mai - Guitar, Remi- Drums)) - art URL links to sketch.  ((Lyrics edited to the tune of 'Beautiful Decline - by Abney Park)) Fingers of mist softly intertwine Cracks thread the of scenery in memory and time Monsters and creations, Reapers and Demon Kind Pull all towards destruction and fear, A fact that's predefined Claws grow; bandages unwind Flesh rots, and tombs are open Wings glide; scythes are exposed Then it’s Halloween we know. All from the depths of the sea, all that glides in the air All that sits in dust or dirt eventually to be found The fingers of mist, the ghosts of long white hair Terror comes for all souls oh it’s a wicked scare. Claws grow; bandages unwind Flesh rots, and tombs are open Wings glide; scythes are exposed Then it’s Halloween we know. Wings flap, lifting us skyward Cloth rips, they’re out of the ground Tails twitch; singing to the moon So it’s Halloween we know A pretty patina tears apart, our wicked tooth it shines And softly creeping creatures crawl, fear is on their mind. All the things that make you shiver, in the dark of night By the twilight gather round, cause it’s a full moon night. Claws grow; bandages unwind Flesh rots, and tombs are open Wings glide; scythes are exposed Then it’s Halloween we know. Wings flap, lifting us skyward Cloth rips, they’re out of the ground Tails twitch; singing to the moon So it’s Halloween we know Claws grow; bandages unwind Flesh rots, and tombs are open Wings glide; scythes are exposed Then it’s Halloween we know. Wings flap, lifting us skyward Cloth rips, they’re out of the ground Tails twitch; singing to the moon So it’s Halloween we know Paula Fabghoul Ooooh your band has such style! I haven't seen such talent like this for a while, what you need to do is take that talent, take it, and work with it, really finetune what you have and make it something more. Keep on going, because you're doing awesomely, I really like the getup too.
Paula's Score: 9.5 /10 Rowdy Jaxxson Whoa. I didn't know you had that in you. Wow. Dawg pound, we got a hot one tonight!
Rowdy's Score: 8/10 Slimin' Cower Hmmm, you've got some nice imagery there. But I don't really like the color blue. What? Don't "boo" me here, I'm just being honest! And in my honest opinion just looking at them make me feel like I'm in some sort of horrid waiting room, where all the magazines are National Creep-o-graphics from 200 years ago!
Slimin's Score:4.5/10
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 8:32 pm
STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEcame a voice heralding out of nowhere. "Steve" looked up, and saw a very tiny black blob of a figure standing on the crypt lighting, heading closer, closer, until CRASH!
Cymbals, drumsticks, and a few lighting tech gnomes went flying as the strangely angry figure collided with Steve. Thanks to Steve's rather proficient Fear abilities, he pushed them back with one arm, watching warily as they did a perfect backflip and landed in the far corner of the crypt. "Umm who are-"
He didn't get another word in as the strange opponent made an even stranger request In the horrible lighting he was standing in, it was hard to make out anything other than a shadowed out form. "I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL. Should you choose to accept my terms I will be waiting for you over here!"((OOC: All participants for the BotB should continue posting their auditions, this is simply a tie-in for the first of the events.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 8:33 pm
The second band to take the stage was introduced as 'Eardrum Orgasm', a name that made the two ghouls in the background blush and shift almost uncomfortably. The Gryphon rage-beat the drums, the Vetala held the Guitar upside down and strummed as best as she could, and the Siren owned the Microphone in a performance that would be recalled for generations.   "THE TRUTH" version of above image"SKITTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS CANDLEJACKNNNNNNN SKITTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS IMMAGETYOUNOXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX CANDLEJACKN SKITTERS" ...For being remarkably horrible.  Paula Fabghoul I like, it it's interesting and refreshing to hear, it's nice to have a break from the generic style of music to have something so syncopating and disconcerting, your performance reminds me of that group that played back then, "The Deaf Men Group". Keep it up, you show promise!"
Paula's Score: 9 /10 Rowdy Jaxxson That didn't move me, dog. You jus' haven't found yo bombdigity vehicle yet.
Rowdy's Score: 6/10 Slimin' Cower Oh Jack, that was terrible. It was like I was sitting helplessly in some sort of school talent(less) show, forced to listen to cretinous child after cretinous child sing the same pathetic songs they sing every year. Oh what? That's what this actually is?
...
Paula, dear, I think I grabbed your drink by mistake.
Also, bird....thing, never sing again.
Slimin's Score:-1/10
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 8:57 pm
Morton, Coralie, and... One moment they were walking out onto the stage in front of the judges and the next they were back off the stage and pushing their shivering lead singer onto the stage. Well, not really pushing him, but it was pretty clear that on this stage was the last place Julian wanted to be. Out of the three of them, he looked the most nervous, while Coralie looked cool and confidant and Morton just looked like he wanted to have a good time, all three wearing outfits sewn by the young owl-like demon, designed by the reaper girl.
They moved to their positions on the stage, Coralie with her guitar, Morton at the drum set, and Julian carefully taking the mic out of the stand it had been in. With the signal from the judges that they could begin, Julian began mumbling into the mic, failing at properly introducing the band as he quaked.
Suddenly, the red-haired guitarist moved to his side and covered his hand, moving the mic to where she could speak into it.
""Hey, we're Dark Resonance. So sit tight and listen up!" she said before letting go of the mic and moving back again.
With that, Cora and Morton broke into the song they had written as a trio with Julian's lyrics, a fairly upbeat rock sound, though pretty simple. Cora seemed to know her way around the guitar at least a little bit but the drum section was fairly simple and at times seemed improvised. The lead singer's eyes had closed after Cora moved away to play, shutting out the rest of the room, and after a few moments of his band-mates' playing, the bird-like demon belted into the mic, starting from a low note and climbing as high as he could go in one blended climb before leading into the vocals of the song.
I'm your Icarus, you're my sun
Higher and higher, my mind's undone
Obsessed with you
Oh, look at me
I'm a lunatic
Deep in the night
Drawn to your light
How you glow, how you shine
How I want to make you mine
The lunacy within me
Beat my wings, though they ache so much
Higher and higher, just for your touch
Your light is cold
But I don't care
I'm a lunatic
Deep in the night
Drawn to your light
How you glow, how you shine
How I want to make you mine
The lunacy within me
But I'll never make it to you
You're too high for me
But my love's still true
The hold you have
It keeps me bound
I'm your lunatic
Deep in the night
Drawn to your light
How you glow, oh! How you shine
How I need to make you mine
The lunacy is within me!
The last note of the song stretched out, falling a bit flat, and Julian made the mistake of taking a step forward, one foot tripping on a cord he didn't see because his eyes were still closed. In a flash as the demon was falling, Morton was leaping over his drums almost like a big cat or something and caught Julian in something of a dancer's dip, pausing for a moment before tapping once more on the snare with his wing to finish the song.Paula Fabghoul A little long, but hey, who's counting! The score is solid, and the instrument playing isn't bad, your group shows promise. I really like that hat by the way - does it actually talk?
Paula's Score: 9.5 /10 Rowdy Jaxxson Yo dawg, what's goin' down man?! You could sing the skelephone book man! The skelephone book! These kids are ready to GO!
Rowdy's Score: 9/10
Slimin' Cower I'm not sure what that little dance near the end was, but a few smooth moves won't help you have no actual talent or skill. Also, while the bird whatever managed a fairly impressive wail at the start, the only chills I got out of it came from the sudden realization that I would have to endure several more minutes of it.
Slimin's Score:4.5/10
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 11:26 pm
Dirty Homicide's entrance was a little more... dramatic than it really needed to be. The sound of a large foot slamming into the door echoed throughout the Old Crypt, the door slamming into the wall on the other side with a loud CRACK, making a few people stop what they were doing and stare at the three standing in the doorway. Judith was just starting to straighten back up as the dust began to settle, revealing the three students dressed ready for war... a musical war, of course. Dressed up to the teeth as the punk-rock band they were, they looked more like a physical force to be reckoned with than a musical one, their expressions looking devious and ready for a brawl.
Hey, the reaper chick had said to make an entrance, and make an entrance they did.
"Audition? Hey, you didn't say anything about an audition," Deacon half spat, disamusement apparent on his flat expression, "Why do we have to prove ourselves to these losers anyway?"
"Because they said so, jackass," came Judith's response, the bigfoot girl's eyes flashing in the guitarist's direction.
Nuk didn't bother looking in either's direction, instead glancing over the hall and the other bands. "Who cares. If it's a pre-show they want, that's exactly what they'll get."
They didn't even hesitate on their way towards the stage, with the exception of the sudden crash that had thrown cymbals, drumsticks, and some tech-gnomes flying, but even that was only a moment's pause. In fact, beyond a few seconds of blank stares at 'Steve' and his new opponent, the three completely ignored the weirdness that had just happened, leaping up into the stage and moving into positions, Judith behind the drums to the right, Deacon on guitar to the left, and Nuk in the middle. There was a hard, electric-sounding strum, an answering crash of the cymbals and the skinwalker glanced between the two, swinging the mic by the cord around a few times before catching it in his palm.
"Witness the power of Dirty Homicide."
Hooked to the cobweb amp, the sound of Deacon's cords blasted through the speakers, answered by the slam of Judith's drumsticks on the surface of the set. As if in battle, the two teetered back and forth between the two instruments, two sets of eyes glancing between each other before they merged, a blend of percussion and electric strings, ready for vocals.
"I'm, 'bout ready to attack,
Just got my passport back
I've got this feeling in my veins
this train is comin off the track"
Nuk's glowing amber eyes settled on the judges, fierce as he leaned forward as he sang, the three sounds melding together in a harsh, adrenaline-inducing song.
"I'm gonna, invite
all my friends 'long for the ride
because the ones who supervise
aint checkin up on us tonight!
We're sneakin passed the hounds
We take the long way round 'cause we like the feeling
like we're convicts on the run,
The school, don't know that we're missin,
they'd be pissed if they could see
all of the mischief we've been making
Screamin' OH we're never gonna quit,
Aint nothing wrong with it,
just actin like we're vandals
And OH no matter where we go,
'cause everybody knows
we're just a bunch of animals
Check out the trouble we're in"Paula Fabghoul I like that, strong lungs carry good sound, it's nice to be vocal about what you have to say, which reflects in your song, haha. I don't know so much about wearing a dead animal on your head, but I like that sort of punk get-up, it's very nostalgic of sorts. These days you know, most kids just prefer to dress up in orange and black, it's kinda drab.
Paula's Score: 9 /10 Rowdy Jaxxson Other door dawgs! Other door! Anyway, Nice beat, nice lyrics... Could use a little more oomph, you know what I'm sayin' G? And -- no, man, not you, G as in th- you know what? Nevermind big guy.
Rowdy's Score: 8/10 Slimin' Cower Well, that was fantastic! Fantastically unbearable. Candlejack me, but that was painful and I think I'm actually feeling a little embarassed for all of you. Here you are, trying so much to be "hard" but you just came off as hardly capable of doing anything except waste my time.
Slimin's Score:3.5/10
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 10:08 am
"Is it our turn?" Igneous peeked out from around the edge of the stage. "I don't know if I can do this!" the stone girl grasped her drumsticks tightly. From the rafters above her erstwhile pigeon companion gave a reassuring chirrup. "W-We'll be great!" Lizzy nodded, offering her band members a reassuring smile as she tried to calm her own nerves; this was worse than when she had to make a speech on stage! Smoothing out the creases on her skirt before double checking that her guitar was in tune - well, at lease she was sure that it was 'in tune' with her dressing! The guitar was a pale shade of pink with a dark grey neck... Similar to her clothing. Ah, clothing! Lizzy couldn't help but smile proudly at her work; not only were the outfits cute, but practical as well! Just a blouse with a vest that actually don't try to suffocate its wearer. Sure, the skirts were a little short, but they were made to touch the top of the knee and for extra protection, came with shorts underneath! Although in Tess' case, Lizzy trimmed it to where she thought her knees would be. Most importantly, they were customized in order to suit each member. Unique, yet showing that they were one united band, LIT! "Here we go, then," Tess breathed deep as she steeled her nerves. It took a little while for them to get everything all set up. They hadn't had as much time to practice as they had hoped but they did have one song ready! It was an older tune that Tess had suggested - romantic, yes, just like the genre they had signed up with, but the lyrics speak of a love lost, something they hoped would give their band a competitive edge against all the loud, rock music most other bands were playing. The manananggal gripped onto the scamplifier perhaps a little harder than necessary, "We are LIT and we will be doing a cover of Franken Screamatra's "Where do you keep your heart" with a bit of a modern twist to it."Iggy tapped her drum sticks together from where she was seated, raising them up into the air; 1, 2, 3- on the beat of 4, Lizzy began to play a few chords on her guitar, her nimble fingers well suited for the instrument. When it was time for the vocals, Tess started singing, her voice started out slightly unsteady but growing stronger as Iggy crooned behind her, backing her up. The stone angel's voice was deeper and rougher than Tess', providing a good contrast that made the song sound both romantic and just a little haunting. "I found your lips tonight But where do you keep your heart? I found your arms just right But where do you keep your heart? It's very plain to see I'll never win you Unless you long for me deep down within you I looked into your eyes To see if you really care You took me to the skies But where do we go from there? Oh, it's been such a lovely evening But darling, before we part Please tell where you keep your heart ('cause I need it!)" Once they got into the swing of things, their mistakes were not as noticeable although any trained eye could easily realize that everyone in the band was an amateur. Still, it could be seen that LIT was starting to enjoy their little "concert" rather than worrying about every off-key or off-beat note. Indeed, Iggy's drumming became heavier, more daring in a way as Lizzy managed to keep up with the changing chords. However, Iggy got a little too enthusiastic on the bass right as they got to the end. In the middle of a refrain, Tess felt the air near her displace on one particularly strong beat, her hair lifted up by a sudden draft. Looking up, she watched in horror as the large drum - sent flying when Iggy underestimated her own strength - went sailing off the platform and towards the judges. What happened next went too fast for anyone to comprehend, but there was a loud 'bang' as the drum dropped suddenly to the ground. Covering it was a net made with spider web, the other end connected to a panting Lizzy. Somehow, the spider demon had managed to catch the flying instrument in the nick of time. "T-thank you, once again, we're LIT!" Tess all but yelled into the scamplifier, resulting in an ear-piercing feedback. Not wishing to stand at the stage where they had all embarassed themselves in one way or another, LIT quickly gathered their equipment before leaving the stage a lot faster than they had arrived. Paula Fabghoul Dear Jack, those are the cutest outfits ever, I LOVE matching sets, you three make such a cute band! Oh yeah the music isn't bad, it's getting there: all you three need to do is take what you know, and expand it on it, really get into that beat you know?
Paula's Score: 9/10 Rowdy Jaxxson Sup ladies I heard you liked showin leg so we put some short-shorts in your uniforms so you can... uh... that wasn't really all that well thought out, was it dawg? Here -- I'll slip you a lil somethin' somethin' and we forggit, k? Coo.
Rowdy's Score: 9/10 Slimin' Cower Well it was just plain depressing for the most part. From your gimmicky little outfits, to that tired old song, and then finally the drab performance. Then it just got dangerous. Really, I know you're just amateurs, but even if you don't have any experience or skill, at least have some self-restraint!
Slimin's Score:3.5/10
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 3:11 pm
Look at Sammy, now back to Shehk, now back to Sammy, stop, look up, look down, wonder why the heck Sammy and Shehk were dressed up for a rock show. Honestly, no one would be able to tell you except Siddie, the outfits where her doing and the two girls had agreed to follow her lead. (Long story, Sammy was taken shopping again) In her hands she clutched her guitar eying the folks in the audience drinking from behind the curtain. "I would kill for one of those drinks right now... where's Siddie she said she would be here on time... probably got some 'fashionably late' reasoning for it too." Shehk had really been considering just how well one of the drumsticks she had would fly if she chucked it at a certain skinwalker's head at the riiiight angle. That would have been super! However, she soon passed off too-much-thought-of-Nukpana to glance out at the stage at the set-up. Well, that wasn't bad.
At least she didn't have to have her own drum-set dragged out there yet.
Either way, Shehk had also been subjected to 'appropriate outfitting', less she look too much like a...professional hitman or something. She had no idea. Besides, she looked pretty good when other people dressed her up, so she wasn't going to complain!
"Hey, we're not due to go on yet. We can start panicking and improvise if we have to, I'm sure. Maybe."
Shehk wasn't sure how good she'd be at the improvisation though."Then can I get a drink? I'm pretty sure one before the show isn't bad, I mean have you seen how much cider Professor Helma downs?" She glanced back into the room where others were mingling about. "We can panic soon enough I think, either that or I'm going to punch out the next guy who looks at me funny..." She was not used to so much attention, she wore a short top all the time, but here it seemed a bit different. Well it would all be forgiven if only so they could beat a certain skinwalker at being awesome. "s**t, if you can grab one without getting caught, lemme share with you." Shehk agreed, frowning a bit, and then glancing back at the stage. Honestly, it would be pretty damn hard to rock without the lyrics. Not to say they couldn't like...
... s**t, she didn't know. Did they have a back up plan for if Siddie was late? Shehk didn't. Or she couldn't think of one, anyways.
"I mean, it's not like we're gonna be the only ones with a little in our systems... Right?"Sammy had a few backup plans, she didn't WANT to use them so it was best that Siddie arrive to save the day. None the less Sammy gave a brief nod to Shehk before slipping away into the crowd to bother the ghost. A few pumpkin seeds later (more then average due to the whole don't tell one situation) Sammy was back with a bottle of pumpkin grog taking a long drink shivering before passing it over to Shehk. "... well it is a battle of the bands, and ya know, rock stars and all that, partying. It shouldn't be too bad right?"
Hey it was just Grog, it could have been hard cider."Oh man, who'd you bribe?" It was dark backstage, and Siddie's outfit was mostly black and just as, er, daring as the one she'd talked Sammy into; she was nearly invisible as she arrived. She fumbled a piece of paper out of some hidden pocket and waved it at the other two. "Got the lyrics. When are we on?" Shehk also took a swig of the grog with a light chuckle. Well, it seemed like there was a big ol' party to be had for all of 'em~! Either way, Shehk made sure to leave about a third of the drink left in the container before she held it out in offering to Siddie as well.
IF TWO OF 'EM WOULD BE BUZZED, THEY MIGHT AS WELL ALL BE!"That ghost in the crowd, I paid almost paid half the price of that just to keep this between us and him." She watched the last of the bottle slip over to Siddie, nodding quietly as the three of them all finished up the drink, young, with barely a buzz. (it was probably a mix of nerves, imagination and a bit of grog they would later agree) "Well, if we're all ready to go, as soon as these bozos are done, we should run out there and take the stage by force, our turn or not!" Shehk suggested with a somewhat devious grin.Liquid courage, she'd heard it called. Well, a little couldn't hurt, right? Siddie took the bottle and took a good mouthful; she almost choked, but managed to swallow it. She coughed a few times. That had kinda burned. ... But it had tasted pretty good! She grinned right back at Shekh. "Yeah! Let's do it!" she agreed. "Well if were gona take the stage, best do it in style," shifting her guitar Sammy started for the stage winking at Shehk and Siddie, "Let's show these losers who the real winners will be."And it was awesome. Shehk took on the drums, Sammy the Guitar, and Siddie grabbed up the Mic. "TRIPLE S IS TAKING THE STAAAAGGEE!" "Maybe you were watching him
Or maybe it was me
I saw that you were looking
Did you think I wouldn't see?
I'm twirling on the dancefloor
And I'm doing it for you
Looking you straight in the eye
What you gonna do?
This ain't no stupid fairytale
So get it through your head
I'm no knight in tarnished armor
You're no princess of the dead
You think I'm coming over there
To sweep you off your feet?
Well you better think again
Get over here and dance with me"Paula Fabghoul Well, rock me outta this world! I really have nothing to say, the music is there, the rhythm is there, and you girls really have that beat! It's rare to see such young talent these days.
Paula's Score: 10 /10 Rowdy Jaxxson Daaaaang girls, you're pretty demanding! I think I'll stay over here, fo rizzle.
Rowdy's Score: 5/10 Slimin' Cower You look like you just raided mummy's closet, and the other two look like they raided their wee little brother's instead. Altogether awkward to look at, and the performance matched as well.
Slimin's Score:4.5/10
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 6:59 pm
Sin sat down before the drums her short blue skirt was tied off at one side, the corset top looked amazing on her and her band mates she knew the outfit choice was perfect. Her bone handle drumsticks were held in one hand and she felt her heart give an eager little thump. She placed her feet properly and rotated her wrists trying to relax. Maybe they weren't the best, but they probably wouldn't be the worst, Davi had a set of lungs on her and Alcie was competent with the guitar. She could keep a beat and that was half the challenge on the drums. Alcyone had tuned her guitar beforehand but she had been so worried that everything was just going to go wrong during their performance. They had been practicing a lot but she needed to work on her own stage presence.
Then it started, they were performing on a three tiered stage and Sin was at the top with the drums. She could see Alcie and Davi right below her getting ready themselves. She posed and lifted her drumsticks as the lights hit them, a pale blue that tinted all three of them. Sin reached out a little with her fear trying to get a feel for the crowd, how their emotions were running. The excitement swept back over her and she inhaled deeply. Before starting her guitar part, Alcie began to manipulate a small amount of water causing the molecules to disperse into a fine mist. As the stage lit up, the three ghouls were shrouded behind a light mist which quickly dispersed as their performance began. In the background, a large crescent moon hanging in the back of the stage loomed forward.
Then she heard their band's name: The Howling Harlots!
She swept her arms down and began to play the drums in time with their song, she picked up the background vocals her voice and Alcie's giving Davi's just a base and boost. Their song was robust, wicked, and very much in theme with their band's name.
Davi was in the front on the second tier, her microphone was in hand and she crouched low. Then the music started, the lights shone down on her and her bandmates and she started to howl out their rock song.
"When the mortal peasant meets the he-vampire in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-vamp thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail. For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man, He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can. But his naga mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail. For the female of the species is more deadly than the male. "
Davi thrust her head back to howl her hair wildly sweeping behind her as she sang. Behind her, Alcie was rocking away with her guitar and strumming like mad to keep in tune with the song. Sin's drumming could be heard throughout the entire crowd and the catchy tune kept the atmosphere upbeat.
"Males timid's hearts are bursting with the things they must not say, For the females that Jack gave them aren't theirs to give away; But when mortal meets with monster, each confirms the others tale— The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast May not deal in doubt or pity—must not swerve for fact or jest. These be purely male diversions—not in these her honor dwells—She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.
And Males know it! Know, moreover, that the females that Jack gave them Must command but may not govern—shall enthrall but not enslave him. And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail, That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male. "
((OOC Note: The Female of the Species Lyrics (By Mercedes Lackey/Altered & Edited by the Howling Harlots)))
Davi knew Alcie and Sin were singing the back-up and as she sang, as they played she leapt down from the second tier to the first, down where the crowd was. She swayed and prowled along that lower stage her skirt sweeping out to brush any standing close. She leapt back up onto the second tier to finish off the song as Alcie's guitar ended the notes and Sin finished the beat with a few last hard slaps of the drums.
"The Howling Harlots for your pleasure!" The three ghouls bowed and in unison, blew kisses to the crowd. She shouted and then the three bowed and moved quickly to get their set up off the stage. Paula Fabghoul I laughed a bit, 'Howling Harlots' that's quite an amusing name there! Well, nonetheless I hope you ladies feel like you are living up to your reputation, because that was quite a performance. Let's see your real comeback be just as strong
Paula's Score: 9 /10 Rowdy Jaxxson Yo... uhhh ladies. I'm really happy for you and imma letchu finish but you ghouls are more blue than Lunatic Blue for all time. For all time.
Rowdy's Score: 8/10 Slimin' Cower My gods, and I thought the others were childish in their little outfits, but this is really something else. It's like some sort of horrid prom performance, where everyone is just waiting around for you to finish so they can either lucky, drunk, or both.
Slimin's Score:4.5/10
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 7:26 pm
They had worked hard for this moment, and Calder was waiting behind stage with the others as their 'turn' came closer and closer. As far as outfits went, they had taken a completely different route that wasn't sexy or aggressive. While they were a romantic genre group, something that Calder had pushed until it passed, they were not dressed in any attire that would be considered sexy. Comical was more like it, but no one had the heart to actually say such a thing to any of the band members of Amigos De Amor. Calder had nothing to provide for fashion, and while Belladonna had been opinionated, she had worked with Chuppi to add the theme to their dress. They were a Spanish band after all, and Chuppi provided what little she had and what they could easily put together in their short time frame.
Adjusting an oversized sombrero, Calder turned away from peeking at the other bands and sighed. LIT had been SOOOO romantic in their lyrics that he wanted to squeeze his Alabaster doll to their tune. A few others had made him feel a little wild and the monster half of him wanted to kick something over. As for Israfel, well, he liked his friend. He had…many talents. Maybe he'd avoid talking about the band around him or make sure he was always eating something to keep from saying anything about it. Aside from some thrown instruments and clumsy band members, the whole thing was a real treat. Calder had never been to see a band perform before and now he was not only seeing several, but IN ONE!
He skipped over to his teammates, who seemed more nervous than he was, especially their lead singer. Chuppi was clutching their translated song lyrics, stuttering the words to herself and frozen to the spot. Her thermos was grabbed every few seconds to help with her nerves, and Calder has half tempted to slip in some of that grog in there just to help her calm down. Her over-sized hat was slipping over her face and he adjusted it as the chupacabra was lost in her nervous trance. She hadn't been exactly thrilled to translate Calder's song lyrics over to Spanish, and her only reassurance was that very few people would be able to understand what she was saying. Unfortunately for her, SHE knew what words she was saying and she was still pink when she sang the words. Belladonna was doing her best to keep her little friend calm, all the while adjusting the matching ponchos they were wearing. He was sticking away from Belladonna for the moment. The witch hadn't been too happy that he 'adjusted' his sombrero and poncho to have a bit more plaid.
When the stage was finally free, Calder went over to tug his group, and with help from Belladonna, they brought out their petrified lead singer to the stage. As Chuppi stood front and center, Calder adjusted the microphone ALL THE WAY down to allow Chuippi to sing and even then it was just a bit too high. Frowning, he looked about before hoping off stage and returning with a biography on Howard Howling. Without asking, he lifted Chuppi up and set her to stand on the book. Perfect.
He went to his own spot, sitting down and taking the drumsticks. It was clear from his stance that he was a beginner, as they all were, but this was about having fun. At least a little. Calder was having fun. From the shaky introduction of "Wh—wha-We are Amigos De A-Amor," he only hoped Chuppi would find some enjoyment out of all of this.
With that, Calder hit the drums and practiced his simple rhythm. A steady beat that he could easily memorize. It was easy when he thought about how it sounded like hooves hitting the ground, and he set about tapping his leg and also hitting the drums with a tappa-tap that made him want to trot.
Belladonna entered with her set of chords, a soft plucking of the strings. The witch showed how nervous she was as well, but at least she wasn't missing a beat. With the music set, they awaited their third element.
And with a few hard gulps, no doubt ones where Chuppi was wishing for her thermos back stage, the tiny terror opened her mouth and began to sing.
Her voice was deep and melodic, and despite a first few lines being shaky, they smoothed out, evened, and reached out across the audience. This was a complete 360 to the horrid shrieked Chuppi could use to stun her prey, and was easy on the ears. A lot of the students tilted their head at hearing something other than common English, but the sound and rhythm, however elementary, could be appreciated. While everything was sweet in Spanish and to the ears of everyone else, Chuppi, Belladonna and Calder knew better. As the lead singer worked through her lyrics with nothing but perfect professionalism, her pink features only darkened with each lyric.
Calder, being forbidden to speak Spanish during the performance (or whatever it was that he attempted to do when saying a Spanish word), only hummed while playing the drums and translated in his head. "You've got me in a hold, darling. You pull the reins on tight, baby. You take my heart for a wild, wild, ride and I don't ever want it to stop. Oh Monster mister. Oh Haunted Master. Grip my heart a little more. Don't ever let me go!" Of course it sounded prettier in Spanish, but the translation was a mix of 'corny-sweet' to 'embarrassingly-raunchy'. It had taken forever for Chuppi to work with Calder just to find words in Spanish that rhymed with 'squeezin'.
By the end of it, Chuppi looked about red as her ruby eyes and about to pass out from embarrassment and all the blood rushing to her head. Not even waiting for a bow, the poncho-wearing trio left the stage to fan off their wreak of a lead singer and retrieve her thermos before she chewed off someone's arm.
All in all, he felt it went rather well.
Paula Fabghoul 'Te Amo!' Wait, that's how you say it right? I love exotic music, and that hat is just so stylish, I would love to get my own hands on one! Looking good "Amigos De Amor", hope to see more from you!
Paula's Score: 9.5 /10 Rowdy Jaxxson Yo al principio los perros que comenzó como "Eeeeeh", pero entonces usted tiene que ser 'yeeeeeaah. ¿Cuál es genial y todo, pero tengo que chu con el piso desde el principio, a'ight?
Rowdy's Score: 8/10 Slimin' Cower The performance left a lot to be desired, there was no real "wow" factor in it for me. Also I really dislike short green people.
Slimin's Score:4/10
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 7:59 pm
No one had said anything about auditions! It shouldn't have come as a surprise, but it did. Although Jack was optimistic about the whole situation even if the whole thing sort of just fell together leaving him a little confused. It was a little unexpected, but here they were. Jack, Daisuke and... wait. They were missing someone. That dude, the dude who sang. Where was he? Of course, the person who was missing was Lucien. It was no shock that he was on the other end of the room, completely zoned out about what he was supposed to be doing until he felt the sensation of fur rub against his leg. It was a stray cat. Cat? OH JACK! Lucien thought of the cat and then remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Did he remember the lyrics? It would be a shame that their practicing had suddenly gone to wait because he forgot the words!
Lucien quickly leaned over and picked something from around the cat's neck, tucked it away before he hurried over to his band, floating past all of the other people without much of a care. He found himself behind Daisuke, and with a grin he gave him a small tap on the shoulders, surprising the other ghost for a moment. Daisuke withdrew inward for a moment before relaxing. The three greeted each other, inquiring just where Lucien had been in the process. Then there was silence. A bit of an awkward one until finally they were called onto the stage. They all looked at each other and nothing. No one moved first. The awkward silence had changed into stage fright? No. No one wanted to move first. This really wasn't working!
But then something worked. Lucien pushed poor Daisuke forward and onto the stage. Oops, his hand slipped! Hey, don't stare like that folks. It wasn't that bad! He didn't trip or fall, but they had finally broken the glue on their feet. Jack sort of gave Lucien this look and shook his head before he stepped light footed onto the stage with Lucien tilting his head in silence for a moment before finally following suit.
Lucien put his hand on Daisuke's shoulder as to express some sort of consolation as he walked past him and to the scamplifier at the front of the stage for the singer. Jack had already made his way to the guitar to the right of Lucien, but he looked back at the wisp who had settled down at a drum set further back at the stage. The wisp tapped the drum sticks against the drum softly, slowly gaining a small bit of confidence after his stumble onto stage. Lucien had his best thought in mind, after all! Lucien looked back to Daisuke once more, and then to the right at Jack to whom he grinned at again.
"SALUTATIONS," he said, a little too loud into the scamplifier. "Oh."
Jack grunted, covering one hand to his ear as he turned his face to the side a bit to cover his excitement as he held the guitar in his arms, getting ready to play.
Looking at the stage, the band didn't look that special. They weren't in any sort of matching outfit like any of the other bands, or even that coordinated but there were three of them, and they were all in the right place. That at least said something for Lucien.
"We are Darker Skies!"
"Yeah!"
Daisuke started the beat, slow and steady in the background. Jack started to play, plucking the strings of the guitar with nimble fingers. Humming softly, Lucien leaned into the scamplifier. His foot tapped against the stage, his body swagged. He focused, and waited... and then opened his mouth and sang:
Those sunny days
Just fade away
The time spent
Left and went
Open your eyes
See your world shining
Don't you wait
For that sunny day
Don't be afraid
You'll be okay
Nothing to fear
Except...
Lucien held out... The pace of the music slowly increased...
A sunny day!
Open your eyes
See your world shining
Don't you wait
For that sunny day
Don't you wait
For the dark skies to fade
Just open your eyes
Lucien paused as he slowed down...
And see my face!
Open your eyes
See your world shining
Don't you wait
For that sunny day
Open your eyes
See your world shining
Don't you wait
For that sunny day
Open your eyes
See your world shining
Don't you wait
For that sunny day
The music slowed down and in a hush, and a moment of fading Lucien whispered, "I'm waiting," before the music finally ended.
Daisuke was gleaming, holding on tightly to the drum sticks, worried that they might just fly out of his hand as he hit the last note. Jack waited, and Lucien grinned, swinging a small shiny jingle bell just in his range of sight. The cat immediately drew his attention on the air elemental, tail slowly swaying behind him. With a "Thank you!" Lucien ran off the stage with Jack behind him leaving Daisuke alone on the stage, all eyes on him. Slowly, Daisuke edged off of the stage very politely, thankful at least he didn't have to be pushed off this time. All in all, at least Daisuke couldn't die of embarrassment.
Paula Fabghoul Well, new talent always has tonnes of surprises for me! You three are looking great - well as good as monsters and ghouls can look of course. I like the pace of your song, it's well planned, just take what you have and really work with it, and it'll become a real gem.
Paula's Score: 9 /10 Rowdy Jaxxson Sup mans, you dudes need to work on yo intro and yo beats man. What was that? Maaan, you dudes got some work to do.
Rowdy's Score: 5/10 Slimin' Cower Shining world's and sunny days?! Well really, what a disgusting choice of song. I'm going to go over here and open up a vein. Maybe some stray vampire will take me out of this misery of listening to amateur rubbish.
Slimin's Score:3.5/10
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 9:13 pm
It probably wasn't a good idea to give Gargantuan an instrument and hope for any sort of positive outcome, but that was where their band was different. In all honesty, they managed to at least look the part; G was sporting a thick, spiked dog collar around his neck, and the tips of his fins had been fitted with cardboard spines for the occasion.
The beast was audibly nervous about being on stage again after Student Council speeches, but he was prevailing valiantly. Lyrics? They didn't need lyrics. Apparently all they needed to be was loud!
A spine-shivering wail from Kasumi was enough to set the tune for the 'Gargantuan-metal' that would soon rock the stage, and G needed no further encouragement. Loud! He was good at loud! Lifting his heavy hands, the monster proceeded to bash every single drum and cymbal he could reach as hard and fast as he could. The resulting uproar probably scared the grog right out of the ghostly server's hands.
From the bash and clash of the drums, the roars and screams that Kasumi was managing to make, and the keen of the guitar, well, it was certainly a smashing entrance all right.
There was even an explosion at the end, which would undoubtedly draw a few gasps of surprise. Only then would people realize that G had managed to take a bite out of his drum, and that rather lessened the effect of the awe.
...........
Who else but Kasumi packed the pipes for a song that was going to rock the entire school??? As the rather questionable melodies ricocheted off the walls and ceiling, the ghost took another deep breath and... well, more or less started to scream. Nails on a chalkboard? Got it. Souls being dragged into Hell? Check.
Only when one listened closely did they actually realize that there were words in said screams.
Sweet dreams are made of G
Green like swamp sludge
and frozen peas
He travels the world
and the seven seas
He can't remember...
...he's lookin' for something
Really, that was some rather impressing roaring from such a slender girl!
...........
This entire thing was completely ridiculous. Malodore wasn't entirely sure how it had ended up in this competition to begin with - the only thing it really appreciated about stringed instruments was that the strings were often made of guts. But Gargantuan had been awfully persuasive, in the way only a massive swamp beast with no idea of the force of his hugs could be...
Malodore's fingers were, fortunately, limber and pointed and therefore suited for plucking strings. 'Metal' was a good enough name for the sounds they would produce (Malodore could hardly trust G to do anything less chaotic), given that the examples of that genre the plague doctor had listened to seemed to be based solely on a great deal of noise and screaming.
Therefore, when Kasumi launched into the first volley of screams, Malodore was ready. The plague doctor brought its claws down on the strings and raked them across the whole set, producing a series of ear-splitting chords that seemed to do auditory battle with Kasumi's 'lyrics', all pinned down (and then beaten up and stuffed into a locker) by G's drumming.
Malodore belatedly wished it had thickened the bandages around its ear-holes. If noise was what 'metal' meant, then this was extraordinarily metal. The plague doctor added a few experimental shrieks of its own to the rabid menagerie of sound, wherever it felt appropriate. It really was rather exciting, with all the adrenaline and the sound lifting the three of them up and-
The explosion ended with a sudden strangling of chords. Malodore blinked, and realized that it had - entirely unconsciously - leapt to its feet and smashed the guitar against the stage, apparently possessed by the Spirit of Metal. The guitar made a mournful wail as it twitched in Malodore's hands.
"... Oh," was all Malodore could manage.Paula Fabghoul Well, another guitar bites the dust! I do have to say that was a rather uh smashing performance though. I hope you three are ready to perform just as rocking and hardcore in the shows to come - you guys do have a spare guitar right?
Paula's Score: 9.5 /10 Rowdy Jaxxson YO DAWGS THAT WAS ONE OF THE BEST BLITZED PERFORMANCES EVER OF ALL TIME, EXCEPT I CAN'T HEAR MYSELF ANYMORE AFTER THE FIRST COUPLE OF NOTES DAWGS. DANG SPANKY!
Rowdy's Score: 7/10 Slimin' Cower Dear Jack, it was like going to a circus side-show instead of a concert. I kept looking around for a monkey in a top hat collecting tips.
Slimin's Score:4/10
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 9:51 pm
When the Serial Molesters arrived, they arrived as stylishly as two undead girls and a reaper could probably manage. In addition to practicing their music, the trio had certainly worked on their "look", because - let's be honest - it's a little hard to stomach the idea of frightening zombies molesting you. Emily, however, already had the molester look down (but still looked as fabulous as ever). Rain was excited to perform with her band. She had been practicing really hard for this and she was ready! It paid off being undead and unable to sleep. She was able to spend every night practicing until she learned the song perfectly, or so she thought. She wasn't sure exactly if they were good as they hadn't had much time to practice together but with positive energy, nothing was impossible! This was so exciting! She was sure that both Shine and Emily would do a great job and if not, who cares! They were a band! A real band! She had made a promise to try new things at this academy and she was living the dream, one jump at a time! Tonight, she was a super star with her friends. A SUPERSTAR! RAIN THE SUPERSTAR! A nervous tremble overtook Shine as she thought about what she was doing. She was auditioning in a band with her friends (yay!) but potentially lots and lots of students would be watching her (oh nooo!). She might not remember the words! She might trip and fall! She might claw someone's eyes out!This is silly, thought the Witch. They were not silly fears at all, in actuality, but it helped to tell herself that. Any sort of distraction that kept her away from flailing wildly upon her classmates was a good distraction. Probably. Clumsily, she put her Totally Glam shades over her eyes to both hide nervous tears and indirectly shield her from bad decisions (which tended to directly come from freaking out). She took the mic in her clawed hand, tossed her overly teased hair, and shook her hips a couple of times like she thought all rock stars did. Except it probably worked best when they had music to go along with it. "... and we are the Serial Molesters!" she announced, raising her free hand in a very sloppy wave. And then they jammed. Bleed in, bleed out
bleed in, bleed out
bleed in
bleed in, bleed out
bleed in, bleed out
bleed in
went for the kill, trying not to feel
your body laying in my hands
jumped on a whim, cried into the night
I know that this feels so right
for our love
for our fear
for the molesting that will go on for years
Got a pervertedhead, going for the breast
cheeks go red, pervertedhead
Got a pervertedhead, going for the breast
cheeks go red,
I walk from my perversion
I walk from my perversion
Bleed in, bleed out
bleed in, bleed out
bleed in
Reaping ain't easy,
starting to get sleezy,
no room for a conscious thought,
Blood tastes fine,
Unconscious all the time,
If I had it all again,
I'd grab it all,
Got a pervertedhead, going for the breast
cheeks go red, pervertedhead
got a pervertedhead, going for the breast
cheeks go red, yea
I walk from my perversion
I walk from my perversion~   The drummer for the Serial Molesters looked left, looked right, and then breathed a sigh of relief before running to retrieve her drumstick from the side of the stage. Nobody had noticed her slip up! Right. Right?! Absolutely. They must be too caught up in the other Molesters' performance to notice the rhythm section's accident. Or possibly relieved, as that particular section was a bit lacking in...actual rhythm. Happily this particular thought didn't occur to Emily Device, as she promptly started hitting things with sticks again with the focused determination of someone who has no real clue as to what they should be doing, but want's to do a really good job anyways. She even managed to keep her grip on them as that...particular phrase came up again. I'm so, SO sorry about that, Shehk! Though she did flush terribly. And broke both sticks.The drummer for the Serial Molesters looked left, looked right, and then breathed a sigh of relief before reaching down the front of her dress to grab the back-up sticks she had stored there. Nobody had noticed her slip up! Right. Right?! Absolutely. Bleed in, bleed out
bleed in, bleed out
bleed in, bleed in, bleed in
Got a pervertedhead, going for the breast
cheeks go red, pervertedhead
Got a pervertedhead, going for the breast
cheeks go red, pervertedhead
yeah yeah yeah pervertedhead yea
head head head head head
going for the breast
head head head head head
going for the breast
head head head head head
I walk from my perversion
I walk from my perversion~[credits: sprite bases = Paul Robertson ; lyrics = Bush - Machinehead ] Paula Fabghoul Oh my, those are seriously the cutest, most adorable hairstyles ever! I really love how you three coordinated your performance, it shows a lot of promise! The drums were probably a little super enthusiastic, but hey, as I always say, its good to be overly enthusiastic than none!
Paula's Score: 9.5 /10 Rowdy Jaxxson Awwwwh man! You chicks be givin' me the chills'n'shizz! Why you guys gotta be so... so touchy man?!
Rowdy's Score: 7/10 Slimin' Cower
From the name, to the song, to the performance you just make me uncomfortable. Also a bit concerned for my health. And my body. Just what were you thinking, offering up such an awkward piece of rubbish?!
Slimin's Score:4/5
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 10:10 pm
The trio of Bones and Roses watched on patiently (or rather impatiently, in Spooky's case) as the other bands ahead of them performed their audition pieces. Some of them were amazing. Others...not so amazing. But each group represented one more group to compete with, an unsettling thought for the newly made band.
"I'm telling you - the song is dumb."
The young imp turned and glared up at the dracolich. The argument had gone on for days now - or rather, ever since Spooky wrote their performing piece, thanks to toilsome hours of flipping through the annual fearbook (and spending a few minutes of those toilsome hours drawing black hearts around Mr. Darcy's picture, as well as some of the other attractive males at Amityville Academy). Aymet had wanted something more 'hardcore'. Spooky had wanted something with a beat. And, with Spooky wielding the writing pen and the reminder that if he didn't cooperate, she would ensure Aymet never found a date for the remainder of the school year, Aymet decided to cooperate. Belligerently, but nonetheless cooperate.
Before she had time to snark back, their names were called to come on stage. She straightened her fedora and strutted onto the stage, followed after by the tall young undead and the toddling Spectrae (who seemed to have taken an unhealthy fascination with her drumsticks during the duration of the other two's arguing). As they made their way towards the center, Spooky proudly announced their band's name into the microphone, then paused for a few moments to allow the others to get set up.
Leaning away from the mic, she whispered, "Alright guys, we can totally do this. We'll show them who the real winners are!"
Neither of her fellow band members seemed encouraged by her confidence. In fact, neither seemed to really care what she had to say, both members far more intrigued with what they were holding in their hands to pay her any attention. Aymet simply nodded, his Soul Eater guitar poised and ready. Spectrae just grinned, a drum stick in each hand.
Turning back around, Spooky missed seeing Spectrae pull something out from her pocket and instead pulled the mic closer to her. It was time to begin.
With a grin, she cleared her throat and glanced out towards her (obviously adoring) fans and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Spooky's Favorite Five."
"One, two, three, four, five,
Everybody's in the hearse so come on let's ride
To the city mall 'round the corner.
The gals say they want some shoes and shirts but I really don't wanna
Be broke like I was last week.
Let the boys pay, I'd rather stay cheap.
I like Aymet, Calder, Nukpana and G.
And as I continue, you know they're getting cuter.
So what can I do? The choosing's always so hard.
To me flirtin' is just like a sport.
Anything's fly, it's all good then I dump it.
It's chorus time, Aymet, let's hit it.
A little bit of Lucien in the hall,
A little bit of Aedan at the mall.
A little bit of Remi - he's so sweet,
A little bit of Figg is all I need.
A little bit of Tristan to hold my books,
A little bit of Jack to help the looks.
A little bit of Pachua makes me twirl,
A little bit of you makes me your girl.
Hop up and down and shake it to the sound.
Move your hips to the left, then grind to tha' ground.
Slide to the left and slide to the right.
Hop to the front and hop to the side.
Clap your claws once and clap your claws twice
And if you look like me then you're doin' it right.
A little bit of Lucien in the hall,
A little bit of Aedan at the mall.
A little bit of Remi - he's so sweet,
A little bit of Figg is all I need.
A little bit of Tristan to hold my books,
A little bit of Jack to help the looks.
A little bit of Pachua makes me twirl,
A little bit of you makes me your girl.
I am apt to crush so hard on a guy like you.
Cause you're so hot and you're so fine.
You and me are gonna have a good time."
Unbeknown to neither the singer or guitarist, the Bones and Roses' drummer had a far different plan for her drumset than they had practiced.
Just as the guitar had broken into its first stanza, she had been ready, a giant wad of bandages in her other hand. The first loop of the bandages went around one drum 'cannister' and the second in between the cymbal set. By the time Spooky had begun the chorus, it was a miracle that the other two band members had not looked back yet, though for their convenience, an occasional muffled 'thud' was heard from the set, courtesy of the Nergal bumping her tail blades eagerly against the set in her bandaging fervor. By the time their audition was over, the entire drum set was covered from head to toe in a thick layer of elastic beige bandages. Thankfully for Spectrae, Spooky had been so caught up in her own singing that she failed to notice the lack of drums to back her up.
It wasn't until Aymet turned around and saw the mummified drumset that the Nergal's task was discovered, the dracolich snickering as he announced, "Well - that's definitely a wrap!"
Holding both drumsticks in one hand, Spectrae simply beamed at her band members and audience - and then realized she still had a TINY wad of bandages left. The drumsticks were fastened so well, it took them two hours afterwards to get them unstuck. Spooky remained speechless throughout the two hour duration.
(The rehearsal drumset would later be sold on E-Bat for quite a hefty amount of silver pumpkin seeds to an Egyptian Rock group.)
(Song parodied after Mambo Number 5) Paula Fabghoul Oh, that is simply darling you guys have such amazing outfits - I'm surprised even the instruments match, I mean that guitar almost looks like a minipet! Smash on, you three, show us what you got for performances to come!
Paula's Score: 9.5 /10 Rowdy Jaxxson YEEEAH SHAKE IT LIKE A POLEROID PICTURE SISTAH! Phat lyrics, hope all the boyyyyyyz out there are listenin', sept yo guitartist is a bit bare there on stage. Come out of the shadows, man! Ain't no shame in a skeleton playin' a skeleton guitar while barin' his true bones to the world yo! Sides, that was one of the best wraps ever of all time!
Rowdy's Score: 8/10 Slimin' Cower What was that, I don't even...
Slimin's Score:4.5/10
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:24 pm
Nevena had painstakingly made it so that there was no way that Lady Gorgon could lose this round. And really, looking at the competition, what was there to be worried about? Oooh, some little skank in a fedora--please, she'd seen skeletons with half as much meat that had more talent! She and her sisters looked fabulous; she'd painstakingly helped make sure their outfits coordinated by picking out some of her best dresses. Shimmering spider's silk had been patiently adjourned on the black fabric, giving it that extra pop. And the high collars were so trendy! Yes, they certainly looked the part, but now they had to sell it.
Strutting onto the stage, Nevena grabbed the microphone and beamed at the judges, only glancing over her shoulder to check that her sisters were in place before she counted them off. And a-one, and a-two...
When the music picked up, the girls swayed like they'd rehearsed, snakes fanning out dramatically before the choreography picked up. They spun, they twirled, they hit their poses just right, and Nevena twirled the microphone between her fingers before lifting it to her lips.
Gorgons Gorgons, walking down the school halls
Causing a commotion
'Cause they are so awesome
Gorgons Gorgons eating lunches at lunch time
Pretty hot with lots of bite
They beat the Cerberus boys in a fight
Like an untamed bunch of mares
They got a kickass set of hair
They're the bosses of the scene
OogieBoogie makes them look mean!
Gorgons they are Gorgons Gorgons!
Just don’t let them touch your moms!
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Skeleton-Jack, this was looking like an exercise in humiliation if she'd ever seen one. The last band abandoned the stage, which meant they were up next and that her lurking-in-the shadows routine was no longer an option. Clammy hands flexed against the fabric of her outfit, wavering between making a full fist to punch the nearest participant or simply working out the kinks in her fingers. After a few seconds of deliberation, Adelle ascended to her seat without so much as looking up, cheeks reddening as she privately honed her stare to smite anyone who so much as snickered. Her hair-snakes' mood fared little better, irritable about the black lace ribbon that loosely bound them, the style a match to the ridiculous get-up she'd been shoved into at the last second. Skulls and spidery accents did not make up for frills, no matter what her sister said. And how Neva had even managed to get her involved in this, she couldn't say for sure. Quivery lips and pouting aside, she was usually pretty good about tuning her middle sibling out. But things had gone awry this time, a situation that involved snakey swearing and Neva's absurdly long memory when it came to blackmail. Beth had probably been subdued in a similar fashion, though with less wheedling involved.
She considered shooting a glance to her guitar-wielding sister, but ultimately held still, not wanting to see the horror dawning there in turn. If not for the questionable fashion and the routine that came along with it, the whole situation wouldn't have felt nearly as apocalyptic. Admittedly, Adelle did have a bit of an ear for music, and eclectic taste as far as listening to it was concerned, but this was crossing a line she would have rather left unacknowledged. It wasn't like the massacre they were about to inflict on the three assembled critics required anything as antique as a rhythm anyway.
The gorgon hefted her drum sticks inexpertly, getting a feel for the weight of them while dubiously eyeing the various tools of her trade. She was familiar with the pieces that made up a drum set, but she'd never actually touched them before. Wherever this dinged-up, beaten replica had been recovered from, she suspected there wouldn't be enough of it left at the end of the night to receive any kind of decent burial. Muttering under her breath, the youngest sister gave three swift taps to begin the song, letting the percussive "music" erase her surface thoughts. It wasn't that she was nervous, just that she really, really did not want to be conscious or responsible for whatever happened next. By the time the choreography came into play, no jury would have convicted her.
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Bethusila was not a happy Gorgon. When approached to do this whole... band gig, she'd faltered (naturally). Who in their right mind would leave the comfort of their books to go on stage and be humiliated?
But somehow, oh somehow that sneaky sister of hers had managed the impossible. And now here she was, on stage in some goofy getup for all the world (and the popular kids) to see. She didn't mind dresses. Not much at least. Or rather, dresses that remained conservative. There was little left to salvage of the dress once it had made it into her hands - how in Jack's name did Neve really expect her to wear this frilly thing?
Yet she was here, on stage, in the World's Most Uncomfortable Yet Kind of Cute Dress. The glasses had been forced off, the Gorgon squinting underneath the bright lights of the stage. She struggled to keep a smile on her face, mentally refusing to ever ever listen to her little sister again.
Both Adelle and Neve were ignored as the song began to play. The groans were kept inaudible as nimble fingers plucked the strings of her second-hand (borrowed) guitar. The song was nearly atrocious as the dress, though Beth would never admit it to her sister. Neve, in all of her excitement, had been so proud of her masterpiece. Perhaps it was her enthusiasm that kept Betty biting her forked tongue?
Nevertheless, the song continued and the eldest Gorgon obediently moved to the music as she'd been taught by her siblings. She hated every moment of it, but she'd be damned before she made an even bigger fool of herself by messing up the routine.
Finally, the music wound itself down to a close, and all three of the girls were rather breathless (with varying emotions, I assure you). Her face all but glowing, Nevena curtsied, then all but skipped off the stage with poor Adelle and Betty in tow.
Clearly, there would be endless amounts of gushing later.
((Inspired by Narwhals ))Paula Fabghoul I love new, experimental styles! I do have to say, that was a really nice way to wrap up the judging for us, thank you for the wondrous performance. You just simply got to tell me later where you ladies got your shoes!
Paula's Score: 10 /10 Rowdy Jaxxson Ladiez, ladiez. Ya'all had this sic beat for all the single ladiez out there, but chu gotta do more than just dance and show us yo poker face. Show off a bit of a bad romance and go leave yo' head and yo heart out on the dance floor, a'ight?
Rowdy's Score: 8/10 Slimin' Cower It was like I was on some third-rate cruise ship and you were the last-minute fill-in. And yes, Paula, they certainly look nice enough if you like that sort of chees-y pageantry, but to me it just looks like they're trying too hard and failing all the way. Also, "Just don't let them touch your moms?"
Slimin's Score:3.5/10
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