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blythe folded her elbows on the ledge of the key board and rested her chin on her limp laced fingers... the boys were late again. it was about 10 minutes after they agreed to meet. Just like some boys she used to know. always late, and now they were late eternally, for that is the proper thing to say when you speak of the deceased, you always refer to them as "the late so and so"... with out paying attention to what she was doing she had begun to play a lullaby its rather mournful by common standards, but it was beautiful to some of those she had loved and lost... were they from England... or were it the ones from Germany?... yes... she had played to them all... she didn't even look at her keys she was locked in a memory now she was in her home at 10 years old playing for her father then she was in her hundreds playing for nazis then runaway Jewish children which she had nothing to feed but music... the lullaby transformed into a nightmare and she was a slave to the music now playing fear then anger then hopelessness then mellow nothingness and then she finished the lullaby...
i haven't heard that version of it before said her adoptive nanny after her foster sister had left for a Beatles concert...
i have never heard that version before
"i have, Nanny, many times..." she whispered to decades past.

OOC: Some godmoding... hope it's ok... sad If it's not I'll change it

Loupe crept his '94 Grand Cherokee Jeep through the traffic. It rained heavily.
He sighed. The radio didn't work in the rain. The Cherokee had a cassette player, but he had no cassettes. It was in this kind of weather that he felt the thirst the most.
He tapped a beat on his steering wheel to accompany the windshield wipers. He wondered if Blythe would be mad they were so late. He hadn't known her very long, or anyone, for that matter. He was new in town.
He glanced over his shoulder. What was Lev doing in the back...?
He was about to say something when there was a knock on the window.

Loupe laughed at this too. "I hear you, man. I'll be right beside you." He looked through the windows after the woman. She had retreated to her car, her little dog stared at him. He snorted.
"So how long have you known Blythe?"

"No, that's a crappy past. I've decided. A hundred years of distance between you and it doesn't make it less crappy. And don't give me no BS about your idol thing slowing you down, you kidding me? What were you doing two minutes ago? Geez! You're like a drunk fourteen year old with a monkey up your butt."

"psht... i wish i could get drunk, then this conversation would be less crappy... that's the only down side to this living dead situation. you need like four bottles of vodka before it feels like anything on a good day.... for the record your just jealous that you aren't superman, just like you're jealous of my body." blaugh

Loupe smiled at Lev and looked at him out of the corner of half-closed eyes. "Oh yeah? Is my conversation boring you, big man? We'll see how superman you are after I've kicked you out of my car and that little dog is eating your soggy brains." Loupe whacked him in the face with a bare left foot, directing Lev's attention to the dog. "Look at it. It's like a zombie. 'Lev brains... Lev brains...'"

"If you wand my body and you think im sexy, come on sugar let me know" he stroked his chest greedily, "if you really need me just reach out and touch me..."

Loupe's hand reached out for his control panel and flicked Lev's window down.

"Cool man, i thought this jeep is a 94 i didn't know it had crank and power windows!! too bad my shirts getting wet, i hate wearing wet cloths."
he half stood up and tore his shirt off and flexed his pecks. "much better... rain down on me!!"

"What're you... oh gosh, man, seriously, you've spent a hundred freaking years with those pecs, and they still get you going? You should be a marital counselor."

"oh, my methods are simple, they don't complain and they always look good, i return the favor, and the living death is grand." he grinned and patted Loupe's chest... "Your relationship needs some help my friend."

"Just like my '94 Cherokee, I find these sort of things can be renovated."
This is when Loupe moved his seat back, spun around and kicked Lev through the window, all the while his right foot securely on the pedal. "Oh, and if you hate your wet pants too you can ride with the zombie dog." Loupe blew Lev a kiss and leaned back inside.

"oooohhh my gooods... door panel, not good" the doubled over russian ducked back inside and sat for a few minets... traffic picked up a little and the rain kept steadily and gently falling. at length he replied "fortunately for you my pants are pretty dry... tho i might need to change by the time we get to blythe's tho... think her butler wares my size?... oh wait she let go of him... hmm... i like the new shopping girl, have you met her yet? i hope shes a vamp."

Loupe's ears perked. "Shopping girl?" but he couldn't resist "What if your pecs get offended?"

"hey man, there's enough of me to go around whee " he winked.

"But the shopping girl, explain the shopping girl."

"oh yeah i think shes like blythe's fashion consultant, she gets her hot cloths and takes her to the latest salons to her her hair and nails done... kind of like she helps her look more like a rocker. she was the one who talked her in to straightening her hair and getting it platinum and blue... she also runs errands for her but that's her real job, fixing up the old bag, gotta feel sorry for the girl."

"Hmmm... well... I'll have to see this little girl..." Loupe muttered to himself. He licked his lips.
When they finally arrived at Blythe's house the rain had become torrential. Loupe ran up to the porch, protecting his guitar and notebook with his arms and his life. He pulled hard at the doorbell before the large, ominous double doors, and the large, ominous house. Interesting house. He glanced at Lev.

OOC: Okies Fred, this is what we call godmoding. You're supposed to avoid having my character do anything. When I said you can do something really long if you feel like it, I meant since you had three or so characters available you could carry out the interaction a while without relying on my character. The previous time it was acceptable because it was funny, and this time is acceptable because I'm lazy, but from here on out can we not give my characters dialogue? ...speaking of which, is the shopping girl free for grabs?

The girl shrugged and led Loupe inside. She wasn't exactly ideal. Loupe didn't really want to support a drug addiction in his livestock, not to mention her metal-face, which probably took money to maintain.
"So do you live here with Blythe?"

A silver '06 Saleen S7 up to the Seattle Suburb. A short, young blonde girl emerged from the passengers side almost before it parked.
Seth popped out of the driver's side not long after.
"Olivie, what the heck are you freaking out about? It's just a dumb animal."
She ran up to the door and rung the bell.
"Stop ignoring me!"
Olivie looked the other way pout.

Olivie waved to WG as he left.
"Sissi!" she squealed and hustled inside.
Seth strolled in after her, a frown on his face and his eyes ready to roll.
"John told us he'd be here later," Olivie explained, "He had something important to do for his job before tomorrow, so he'll be here a little later. Here's something he came up with for us to work on for now. He said it wasn't done yet, but he was just trapped in his eternal-revision-cycles and I thought it was perfect, so I wrestled it off of him." Olivie handed the music sheet to Sissi. She caught sight of Seth, flinched, and averted her eyes back to Sissi. Seth rolled his eyes.

[OOC: Nope, not godmoding at all. :3 I'm gonna do a little, tell me to back off if you want. Oh, and I'm making a few important decisions about the bands, tell me if you want me to take 'em back]
The Predators strolled out to the garage. Seth snatched the benevolent gift from John's mind. His music was summed up in a note at the bottom. He sat at his kit and gave the snare an absent-minded roll.
Sissi took the paper back and warmed up her guitar.
Olivie had already read it, and she thought on her words, her melody. John didn't want her to play any other instrument, like he sometimes wanted her to add a bass line or play tambourine or something. But this one, it was just her voice, just what she was born with. She frowned. Just what she was born with. She thought of Seth hitting the dog in John's car on the way here.
She sang.

"So." Loupe said. "We're trying to take that one rock band's spot as the number one band at Twelve AM, and we debut, like, tomorrow. We have one and a half songs, and no drummer. Well, I've worked under tougher conditions." He cracked a half smile as he shuffled his note sheets, and looked around at his band mates. "How 'bout you all?"