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 Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 2:44 pm
Roch was on a mission. He'd called Sammy, but one or two songs wasn't going to make it--even though he understood where she was coming from. Had he still been dating Amphi, he probably would have wanted to do it up right-- But he was dumped, so he was going to do it the way he WANTED to. Which found the 6'4 (plus mohawk) reaper standing on a bench in the middle of the busiest part of campus grounds, yelling at people at random. "Oye!! I'm looking for a bass guitarist! Do y'play?" For the most part he was ignored. Or yelled back at. Or had things thrown at him--which was a good thing he was good at dodging things. But he seemed insistent. And when he caught sight of the kid with the massive blonde hair and neon accessories, he felt seriously hopeful. "Hey! Hair boil! Do you play a bass guitar? Or are you smart enough t'learn how to in less than a month?" Please say yes, please say yes, he added silently.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 7:16 pm
Hairwolf was never averse to random encounters, and the boil with the mohawk calling him out was no exception. Mikey didn’t even question that other student might not have meant him; no one could top his hair. He ran his fingers back through it, preening as he grinned at the question. “’Course I can play, dude, I’m not just a pretty voice,” he answered, still grinning and now tugging at the collar around his neck idly. “What’cha askin’ for?”
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 7:20 pm
"Seriously? You can seriously play a bass guitar?" Roch asked, getting excited. "Jack this is my lucky day!" he said, jumping off of the bench and dragging the other boil into a hug. "Y'just saved my a**, bro! You can play with my band for prom, right?" he said, pulling back. "You can, right?" He was desperate. "Wait--I should probly hear you play, huh?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 8:51 pm
Hairwolf blinked; suddenly he found himself flung into the other boil’s arms. Then his face twisted slowly into a devilish grin, as he draped his lanky arms around the reaper’s waist, not letting him pull entirely away just yet. “Prom, huh? I could swing that, yeah, sounds like it could be a stellar performance.” He grinned again, winked and finally let go. “Well, if you want to jam, man, I’m totally down. Guitar’s back at my dorm though.” Ice Queen and you thought he'd just hit on Amphi ;D ;D
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 8:55 pm
"... if this is one of those come back t'my room an' see my 'etchings' sortta line, I should warn you I'm ninety nine percent sure I can kick your a**," Roch said with a grin. "But if it ain't, let's go!" he finished, starting for the monster dorm. What? One of his best bros was Nahm. He was pretty used to being hit on by boils.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 9:40 pm
Mikey trotted after him, laughing. “Only if you want to see my ‘etchings’, dude, only if you wanna. Otherwise, jam session ahoy!” He caught up with Roch, and fell into step beside him. “So, why the urgency? Someone drop out?”
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 9:45 pm
"Sortta," Roch said. "See, half my band is third years--but the ones that still got their ghoulfriends want t'spend most of the night WITH those ghoulfriends instead of playin' to the crowd. Me, I got dumped a few months back, so I'm free to do whatever the jack I wanna--and I'm gonna. My lead singer, he's a first year, and a flirt, so I got him, but I had t'replace my drummer an' my bass guitarist so they could cozy up to their ghouls." He looked at the werewolf. "So now I got less than a month t'get a working band together for prom--an' I figure now that I got a bass, I might just be able to!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 3:24 pm
Hairwolf listened intently, nodding along as Roch explained. "Ah, getting dumped is no picnic but you're a handsome boil, you'll rock the hell outta prom!" He flashed him a grin, wagging his tail. "Sucks about your bandmates though, where's their dedication to the music, man?" They reached the Monster Dorms, and before Mikey lead them inside, he turned and gave Roch a playful salute. "No worries here, dude, I'm all about the music." That, and he didn't have date. But saying so might be uncool, and Mikey was definitely not uncool. "'Sides, you could always cozy up to me if you're feelin' lonely." Then he was disappearing into the dorms without waiting for an answer, expecting Roch to follow.
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 3:31 pm
"Sorry, man, I already got a list made up of ghouls I wanna snatch for a dance," Roch said. "If I can fit 'em all in, that is! But yeah, it's one of those things--not everyone gets the music obsession," he said, shaking his head as he followed the werewolf. "How long y'been playing? Do you use four or six strings?" He'd always liked the monster dorm--but since Amphi, he'd been avoiding it. So he felt a bit on edge, and kept looking around just in case.
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 9:44 pm
He shrugged while he walked ahead, laughing. "Never hurts to offer." Reaching his dorm, Mikey fiddled with the handle, then pushed the door open, revealing a room that looked like something had thrown up glitter and fur everywhere. The walls were lined with posters of his favourite bands, and his guitar joined them, hanging on his wall and away from the general disarray of the rest of his room. "Six-string, of course! And uhh, let's see, well, since I was little anyway. Though I just picked up this bad boy a couple years ago, but I've always rocked an acoustic on the side." "Have a seat," he grinned, gesturing at his bed, which was more just a collective mess of pillows than anything else. "Let me serenade you a little."
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 6:21 am
"I learned on four," Roch said mildly as he dropped down on the bed offered. He didn't seem too bothered by the room, although he did raise an eyebrow at some of the bands Mikey seemed to love so much-- But hell, he didn't see any JD, so he wasn't going to complain. "Let's hear it," he said once he was comfortable. As a bassist himself (Desiree had two forms) he figured the rest of the band wouldn't complain if he picked out a new one for them.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 4:49 pm
Hairwolf grinned, “Nothing wrong with four. Just as soon as I saved up the silver, I knew exactly what I wanted.” He pulled his guitar down from the wall, cradling it carefully. It was definitely his baby, he considered it his first real guitar, and he’d had to scrimp and save all of his meager earnings for it. It was his pride and joy, glittering white in color and the body shaped like a giant bone. Slinging the strap over his shoulder, he reached down and plugged it into his little amp. It wasn’t much, but it’d do for a single audience. Straightening back up, he shot Roch another grin, strumming out some scales before he suddenly ripped into one of his favourite songs, ‘Ghouls, Ghouls, Ghouls’. He played a few verses, resisting the temptation to sing and instead just bobbing his head along until he stopped with a screech, looking to Roch to see if he approved.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 4:59 pm
Roch watched silently, keeping track of the boil's fingers as he played the song. When Hairwolf looked at him, he nodded. "Yeah, you'll do," he said. "Jack am I glad," he added, his relief showing blatantly now. "Y'got any clue how hard it is t'find a bassist around here? If they play a guitar it's always an acoustic. I can't blame 'em, I prefer acoustic myself, but it gets frustrating. Hell, I almost figured I'd haveta ask Danny--an' that woulda totally ruined the reason I let Rikki take the night off." He snorted and shook his head. "Alright, so we got a band now. Gimme your screemail an' I'll send over the music for our songs. Y'can work on those in your free time before we get t'gether for practice."
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 5:30 pm
“Righteous!” he barked happily, not that he had ever thought that he wouldn’t be suitable. “Nothing wrong with acoustics, but there’s nothing like the screech of electricity, baby. Glad I could be of some help.” He went over to his vanity, pulling out a scrap of paper and scribbling out his email address and handing it over to Roch. “There you go, fella’.”
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 5:39 pm
"Actually," Roch said. "I can only call it acoustic cuz it don't connect t'an amp," he explained as he took the piece of paper and slipped it into his pocket. He stood, holding out a hand and making a fist. FEAR started gathering, swirling around him and taking the form of his guitar. It didn't look acoustic. "I ain't gonna lie, I can DO traditional acoustic--if I got one on hand," he said, starting to tune the vicious looking bladed weapon that masqueraded as a guitar. "But I always got Desiree on hand." He did a little riff. It sounded electric--but more than just that. It sounded almost alive. "This gorgeous beauty's my scythe," he told Mikey cheerfully.
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