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 Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 4:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 5:20 pm
((We're just waiting on Lucian's reaction, that's all. scream Faster, Monochrome!))
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:12 pm
((Yes...true true...I just posted that long thing because I was getting antsy (it has been over a month that they have been playing on stage haha)...but obviously it would have happened after Lucian got dressed/taken care of. Haha
On a different note...I really don't like ONLY posting in OOC. It feels weird...but making Mel or Lacey do something would be kind of lameo at this point in time.))
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 12:36 am
((If I knew this was going to happen I wouldn't have sent Byron on his way home, sending him back in because he forgot something seems kind of lame.
I'm also the last one who posted so I can't post again.))
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 1:14 pm
{{ I could send Liam after Byron to, like, say he left his wallet or something? xD }}
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 8:49 pm
((Uh, so, I'm back from Florida. ^^; ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 7:24 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 8:36 am
{{ ><;; Maybe I'll just post as Daniel... }}
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 1:23 pm
((Do it!!!!!! It's not like he was connected to the Wolf changing incident...*Feels a bit bad though* haha
That would be funny if this whole page turned out to be OOC. Hahahaaa
Welcome back! ^_^ Luckily you didn't miss much...))
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 2:18 pm
((Maybe that, it might spark some interaction between him and Gavin or something. I guess Yuko and Lacey are also fine.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 11:12 pm
[[Very, VERY sorry about making you all wait. x x;' I'll be working on my post as we speak!]]
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 11:33 pm
 Lucian Kliment
Lucian was completely speechless at that point having been seated on the bench that he was directed to he was reluctant to stand down but it was even more so uncomfortable just standing there in a daze. Lucian le this right arm lift before placing it against the back of his neck rubbing it in an agitated manner. A sweat began to form over his pale flesh, a single line of scarlet tracing over his cheeks.
A mark of irritation appeared over his left temple as he mumbled to himself. The embarrassment he felt still had sunk in quite deep, though oddly enough he was getting over it. But then the thought of his newly made friend Peeta having saw him in all his ‘glory’ rang through his mind. He lowered his head his fingers having dug into the flesh of his neck as if trying to ease himself, though it seemed near impossible to do so. A tremble was sent through his entire figure as he attempted to shake himself back to. The open air was starting to get to him as a chill ran down his spine. He was desperate to get a new pair of clothes and hopefully soon nibbling nervous on the flesh of his bottom lip.
Amor Bas Lioncourt
Amor shook himself back into reality as he hauled himself to his feet; as he exhaled a soft breath the coldness of his breath showed in a cloud that briefly seeped through his sickly white lips. A single drop of sweat forming over his forehead slowly cascading down the flesh as he began to straighten himself out. Everything was so hectic at least in his perspective, and for some odd reason it felt so tense. Amor scooped up his viola and bow bringing it towards his torso. He seemed to hug the instrument to himself just as a child would do to a stuff animal.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 5:52 am
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No worries Monochrome! I think we were all overly anxious~ that and so much is a'happening here. xD
Alright, time for some more interaction. >D
  
When he finally managed to respond to the present, he realized it was because Wolf had led him away from his earlier seat. The big hound was nearly three feet tall and his head rested comfortably under Daniel's elbow. Maybe the creature had wanted some water and had gotten up to find some, dragging Daniel along the way. He had been holding Wolfgang's collar after all - being led around by Liam's dog had become rather normal for the petite blond.
Now, though, his had slipped from Wolf's collar. Someone bumped into him and he wobbled back, barely catching himself on a table. Just as he did, shouts rang out. Daniel's doe-like eyes widened as he caught a few of them, his gaze darting to the hooded figure of the person that had accidentally crashed into him. His mind juggled for answers, but the argument taking place made no sense to him. Had Gavin spoken another language? What was this about a "monster?" Blinking rapidly, his previous unhappiness falling away as confusion took its place, Daniel got back to his feet.
As he did, he watched as the other band mate, Ian, walked off. Wells came forward, concerned for some reason, and Daniel's stare grew wider when the redhead reached out to touch Gavin. What had happened? Was Gavin injured? When had this started? Frightened, bewildered and ultimately concerned, Daniel waited until Wells had gone off - to find Christoph? - before he did anything. Swallowing, he meekly stepped forward, reaching out to tug gently on the sleeve of Gavin's hoodie. His eyes flashed briefly when he got the drummer's attention, but they fell away soon after. "Are... are you ok? Um... do you need, uh, ice?" He mumbled, searching for words and coming up short.   Thank goodness the night was just about over. Really, Christoph should have given the 'last order' notice by now. As it seemed, though, there had simply been too much going on for the man to remember. That was how Liam saw it anyways. Whatever had gone on during his sudden absence had surely affected the bar's inhabitants to a severe degree. Even while he went around collecting empty bottles, glasses and the occasional mug, there were strange conversations being had. All of them rotated around three events: the Japanese woman, the band "fall out" and, of course, "Wolf Man."
Attending to a stubborn crowd too intoxicated to know a 'last round' call from a 'get the hell out' stare, Liam had his hands full for a few minutes. Aside from being a waiter and barman, he sometimes had to get his hands dirty with the less elegant patrons at the end of the night. He had never seen a bad crowd inside the Music Box, but sometimes there would be people who would forget their limitations. One tall brute - wearing a stage hand uniform - decided that he'd be happier using his fists than his mouth in way of conversation.
Two minutes later, that same man was situated on his rump in the alley outside the Music Box, covered in stale beer and probably seeing double. Liam, straightening his black vest, suffered only a few wayward strands of hair and a new dose of annoyance to his already foul mood. What he didn't know was that the brute had gotten in a better shot than the flutist knew about: a bruise lay beneath his left cheek and a cut seeped crimson from his bare right hand. The latter was likely from one of the drunk man's rings, not that Liam had noticed any of the large bits of jewelry.
Now, though, he was back at the bar. Someone had fallen over at some point, so he went around to pick up the chair laying on the floor. When he glanced up, he found himself staring at a... stiffly dressed man, carrying what his sharp amber eyes knew as a viola. Much like his roommate's, but it seemed a far older version. Straightening, he analyzed the man's face and from what he could tell, the violist was shaken up. 'Hmm.' Stepping forward, he cleared his throat to get the man's attention. "Would you like something to drink? Water, perhaps?" He asked, as his job prescribed, although he was more concerned by the fact that the man seemed too pale - like he was about to pass out.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 1:03 pm
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┌─────────────────────────────┐Gavin pushed back the hood as his eyes watched Elijah turn to find Christoph. The drummer happened to put on his hoodie shortly after the band stopped playing. After all, they were going to be leaving soon anyway. It wasn't long before he felt a familiar gentle tug. He turned to look at the blond as a slightly surprised sound escaped his lips. "Daniel..." was all he whispered before the blond started asking questions. Subconsciously, he placed his hand gentle on the cheek that was hit while Daniel was asking about ice. A barely there smile formed on his face, as he left his hand drop, before he replied. "I'm fine...thanks."
Gavin shoved his hands into his pockets as he glanced around. Many people were still whispering about what just happened. Naturally, he ignored them. Then he realized that the one he bumped into while protecting them so they wouldn't get hit was Daniel. It was the only logical conclusion. Based on the where he was standing and how fast he got to him; it just seemed to make sense. Granted, he could have been wrong. "Did I bump into you? I am sorry if I did. You're okay right?" He didn't say all that particularly fast, but he didn't really give the blond time to respond. That was probably because of how certain he was that he did in fact run into the guy.
Blue gray eyes shifted to look at the stage. He still had to put up his stuff. Keeping busy would be better than pondering everything that happened just a few seconds ago. His eyes traveled back to Daniel before he spoke again. "I'm going to start packing up," he paused for a moment, "you can come if you want." With that said, Gavin started walking over toward the stage. It was probably the first time that the drummer invited Daniel to follow him. He just figured that the blond would want to talk. After all, they haven't really said much to each other since that one night. Soon he started cleaning up his area of the stage; being extra careful with the drums.______________
【I am not a click track】
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When the band stopped playing, the little ghost seemed to go sulk in to upper right corner of the room again. When the two band members started fighting, the transparent blob flew over to watch. The small ghost just hovered there and stared. It wasn't until Wells got extremely anger and punched Ian that the ghost reacted. Barely there eyes went wide. If the little thing had a mouth: it would have dropped. The chibi ghost turned to look at Gavin. It didn't snap out of its trance until Wells checked to see if the drummer was all right. The hazy white ghost hovered in front of Gavin's face when the redhead left. It was quickly distracted again when Daniel started talking. During the brief conversation, the ghost went from one guy to the other. It never touched them though.
As Gavin walked away, the chibi ghost watched him. When he reached the stage, tiny eyes glanced around the room for a moment. The little ghost started to look a bit more faded than before. If one could see the mouth, it was definitely pouting. After all, the band was done playing and it was about to "disappear". The little ghost decided to go back to the stage and "sat" on the bench of the piano that was never used during the night. As the ghost watched for its return to how it normally was; it stared at some wires on the floor. "Why can't I find you? I don't want to forget..."((No worries...^_^ I have one more final left. Yay! Then I have to pack...boo.))
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