{Open/Accepting} The Haunted Music Box: A Rocking RP

[Irako of the Desert]

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Haunted Music Box




Accepting // Not Accepting

Open // Closed // On Hiatus // Under Construction




Welcome to the Haunted Music Box. This is a bar where hidden talents of the musical sort rise. A place where bands are born and stars start to rise.

This is a literate, music-based roleplay. I started it in the International Music Guild, but it died. I decided to test it out in BURN to see what would happen! See rules below in order to apply. Anyone may apply, and most will probably be accepted, even if it does look a little forbidding and strict.

I am this RP's god. All problems, requests, applications, or anything else come to me in a PM labeled "Haunted Music Box".

Haunted Music Box

Music alone shall live

Music is my friend
when I am lonely
music is the one and only
thing that never ends

Music lives everywhere
can't escape it
can't replace it

Music is my life to me
music is what it is and will always be
Music is your strength
when you are weak
Music is your hope
when you are bleak

Music is made to be played
to fade
to serenade

Music is the gift everyone should give
music alone shall live

U. ashley ogonor

As long as music lives, so, too, shall the Haunted Music Box.

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[Irako of the Desert]

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Rules
1) Follow Gaia TOS
2) There is no rule 2. I fooled you.
3) Follow my rules!
4) Use the form in the next post to apply.
5) This is a literate roleplay. No txt talk, no l33t, no misspellings or bad grammar. For those of you who use Firefox, use the spell check it so graciously offers you!!!
6) Romance is allowed, but please keep it pg-13.
7) Roleplay your own character ONLY! Don't try to take control of another roleplayer's character in order to get your own storyline across. It's very rude.
8 ) I don't mind cussing, but keep it minimal. I always say it isn't necessary to say something's f***ing awesome. You could just as easily say it's mushroom awesome!
9) When you're talking OOC (Out Of Character, for new roleplayers), use {{These}}, ((These)), [[These]], or something along those lines, so I know that you're talking OOC.
10) No god-moding, flaming others, killing (except with permission from me AND the person you intend to kill) or committing suicide (again, except with permission from me)
11) All applications MUST be sent by pm to me, Irako of the Desert. Please include in the subject the magic words "spork and onions" so I know you read the rules




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[Irako of the Desert]

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[Irako of the Desert]

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Accepted Profiles

Irako of the Desert

Christoph Aiolos

gender: Male
age: Appears 23, but in reality is much, much older. He's as old as the Haunted Music Box.

Personality
~ Good-humored
~ Mysterious
~ Friendly
~ A little patronizing
~ Show-off

Likes
~ Working the bar
~ Meeting new people
~ Music
~ Riddles
~ Showing off

Dislikes
~ Mistreatment of his customers
~ Bad musicians
~ Drinking
~ Drunkards
~ Idiots

History

Christoph (not short for Christopher, in case you're wondering) is the owner of the Haunted Music Box, though he's often seen tending the bar more often than being a manager. His easy manner makes people feel comfortable around him, and there's nothing he likes better than seeing happy customers. He enjoys music of all kinds and welcomes musicians to his bar. There are rumors of a dark past, but Christoph hasn't told anyone anything yet.

Miscellaneous

He is quite the showman and can do incredible tricks not thought possible. His employees all suspect that Christoph hides many, many talents, but he pays them well and treats them fairly, so they never complain. Many odd people pass in and out of his bar, some who have business with Christoph. Musicians who have been spoken to by him often credit him with their success or their utter failure. He, of course, won't admit to anything. His employees and customers trust him implicitly, no matter what trouble they might be in.

Alykia

Lacey Hancock

gender: Female
age: 22
magic words: Spork and Onions

Personality
~loyal
~polite
~observant
~nice & sweet
~quiet & shy
~secretly a geek
~a dreamer

Likes
~music
~piano
~writing songs
~dancing
~reading
~trying different drinks

Dislikes
~money
~jealousy
~being alone
~compliments
~people trying too hard

History

Lacey had a fairly normal childhood; with the average problems to overcome. Her parents made her take piano lessons when she was five years old. That was when she started to get more into music. First it led to writing songs, but then she went to a concert with her friends and fell in love with the whole idea of being on stage. She started off with the guitar but quickly moved to the bass. The only big problem is that her friends and family think it is a silly hobby. Why silly? Well, it just doesn't seem to fit her personality at all. They just can't see her being in a band and playing on stage in front of people.

Lacey just graduated from her university and got a degree in linguistics. Her parents want her to get a job, but she is tired of doing what they want. She has her eyes set on a better dream...a more musical future.

Miscellaneous

She tends to get flirtatious when drinking and is totally different when playing on stage.

Alykia

Elijah Wells

gender: Male
age: 23
magic words: Spork and Onions

Personality
~witty
~goofy
~cheerful
~friendly
~tolerant
~respectful
~passionate
~flirtatious

Likes
~music
~guitar
~singer
~games
~nature
~drawing
~a good beer
~his best friend
~being the center of attention

Dislikes
~reading
~cocky jerks
~backstabbers
~not getting attention
~people being too serious

History

Elijah grew up in a family with many other siblings. We don't need to go into detail about that though. All you really need to know is that they are a loving and active family that didn't always have time to focus on each individual child.

As far as Elijah goes, he was a troublemaker since birth. He was even held back one year, hence the reason why him and Gavin were in the same grade, but that wasn't because he was stupid. School and him just didn't mix. Speaking of Gavin, they first met in middle school. They became good friends after a while, but now they are best friends. It seems like nothing would destroy the bond that they have. Yes, they have been teased about being homos. He quickly put those people in their place though. Ah what else...he is a ladies man for sure. Never one to get into a serious relationship, but always has a girl around. Well, not constantly of course.

Now on to the good stuff...the music. Ever since Elijah could remember he imitated singers that he saw on TV. So I guess you could say he is a good singer. He didn't pick up a guitar until he was 10 though. He found a passion for it and hasn't stopped playing ever since. While Gavin was away, he made a new friend that played the bass. Even though he was pressured to get a new drummer, he wouldn't hear of it. After all, he knew that Gavin would come back and join him again. They did have many different stand ins though. Now that the three members are together, they play gigs here and there. Nothing too big, but it will do for now. Better than no gigs.

Miscellaneous

Everyone, but his family, calls him 'Wells'.

Alykia

Gavin Kogan

gender: Male
age: 21
magic words: Spork and Onions

Personality
~nice
~quiet
~loyal
~weird
~private
~nonchalant
~intelligent
~mysterious

Likes
~music
~drums
~tea
~games
~nature
~chillin
~reading
~skateboarding
~his best friend

Dislikes
~drugs
~money
~drinking & drunkards
~being thrown in the middle
~being forced to do something

History

Some would call Gavin a genius, but he never acknowledges that fact. Despite his uncaring attitude, he always did extremely well in school. His parents even had him skip a grade. They don't really pay attention to him unless he is showing him his straight A's.

In general, Gavin almost always does what needs to be done, but makes no effort to go above and beyond. Even though he will do what needs to be done, he refuses to do anything if he is ordered to do it. Many people think he is quite weird and weren't always nice to him. Naturally he didn't have any friends. Not real ones anyway. That changed when he went to middle school. One particular kid defended him and then took it upon himself to befriend him. Gavin didn't really know how to deal with such a person, but eventually they became good friends. In fact, they are still friends to this day. He graduated from Tokyo University at the age of 20, and got a degree in mechatronics. If you are wondering...he is now fluent in Japanese.

Elijah would bring Gavin to concerts and band practices. It wasn't until everyone was taking a break one day that he decided to sit behind the drum set. When Elijah caught him fooling around with the drumsticks, he encouraged him to try it out. He has been playing ever since. Well, he didn't play often when he was in Japan. Even though he seems nonchalant about everything, he really does love playing the drums. Now he hangs out with Elijah and company, although he isn't friends with their bassist.

Miscellaneous

He is a pretty good judge of character, and tends to decide how he wants to 'deal' with a person when meeting them for the first time.

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Daniel Torrance

gender: Male
age: Twenty-three
magic words: Spork and Onions

Personality
~Mellow
~Creative
~Analytical
~Blunt
~Tender/kind
~Introspective
~Proud

Likes
~Song-writing
~Sleeping
~Iced tea
~String-instruments
~Fantasy/fiction
~Cats
~His bicycle
~Exploring

Dislikes
~Being cold
~Pushiness
~Hang-overs
~Going home
~Arguing

History

Daniel grew up in a home where music was always playing. His mother was a lyricist and his father was a producer. Although he never had any siblings, his parents always talked about having another child - if anything, they did so because Daniel rarely showed signs of musical talent. Call it a greedy thing, but they wanted a child that showed signs of stardom. In the end, they made plans to adopt a child from Japan - his father's plane ride there, however, ended in tragedy. Since then, Daniel's mother fell into depression and had to receive professional help once he noticed her growing suicidal tendencies. He wasn't enough for her to be happy; by the age of eighteen, Daniel's made sure to find something to do almost all day long; sometimes not returning home for days at a time.

What his parents never knew, though, was that behind his quiet, soft-spoken demeanor laid a creative spirit. The songs he wrote were kept hidden away in one of his numerous notepads. Sharing these songs with his parents had always seemed like a dreaded thing: what if they rejected them, he'd wondered? Nowadays, he regrets the decision to keep them hidden. His father might still be alive - and no matter what he's been told, the guilt still lies heavily on his soul. Now that he's legal, he frequents a bar across town to practice playing string instruments like the viola or guitar, and to look for new song inspiration.

Miscellaneous

He rides his bicycle wherever he goes. Although he's twenty-three, Daniel could pass for a high school kid thanks to his boyish appearance. His cat's name is Kiki. When asked, he will sing a song or two, but never for money - just for pure entertainment purposes. He's quiet, not shy - there is a difference once you get to know him.

Alykia

Melanie Pritt

gender: Female
age: 20
magic words: Spork and Onions

Personality
~blunt
~curious
~daring
~energetic
~friendly
~tough

Likes
~music
~being a DJ
~dancing
~swimming
~games
~cats

Dislikes
~her ex
~waiting
~show-offs
~fake people
~when friends get hurt

History

Melanie grew up with two older brothers. They had a fairly normal life, with all the ups and downs that might come with growing up. She was always one of the guys. If she wasn't hanging out with her brothers, she was with guy friends. Of course she had the occasionally girl friend as well. She led a very active life. In college, she met Lacey. It might seem odd that they became good friends, but their first meeting was funny. It caused a series of events that they couldn't escape from. At the moment, she is still in college working on her degree.

Ever since she could remember, she liked listening to remixes. Melanie was fascinated with the sounds that were put together to create something so wonderful. She would start dissecting them in her head and try to imagine what they would sound like with her own changes. Sooner or later she started getting her own DJ equipment. Nowadays she plays here and there.

Miscellaneous

People call her Mel.

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Byron J. Freeman

gender: Male
age: 27
magic words: Spork and Onions

Personality
~Mysterious
~Quiet
~Cold & sometimes harsh
~Sarcastic
~Introvert
~Sometimes nerdy or geeky

Likes
~ Music (and other forms of art)
~ A good Drink
~ Quiet
~ Magic tricks
~ Smoking
~ Techonlogy
~ Reading

Dislikes
~ Drunk fights
~ Crowded places with a lot of children
~ Shallow people
~ Places with no originality (Such as Fast food joints, Malls, etc...)
~ Overly popular music

History

It seems no one ever gets to know Byron long enough or deeply enough to find out anything about his past, all people can tell that he works for a software company, but nobody knows what he does there.
In reality his life is less mysterious than people think, he's a single software developer with less than stellar socials skills, notably marked by his over-confidence, his satire and sarcastic comments as well as his blunt honesty. Born to separated parents, he fell in love with music when his mom left him at her sister's house for the summers, while she was busy making ends meet. He'd watch his aunt teach kids the piano and he would play as well, but he could never get a piano of his own, so at his 9th birthday his mom gave him a harmonica so he could play music as he wished, he has mastered it over the years, playing smoothly any tune that comes to his mind as well as some he composed himself.

Miscellaneous

In addition to his ability with the piano and harmonica, Byron also has a talent for singing and drawing as well as light hands fit for magic tricks.

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Liam Roman Westlye

gender: Male
age: 26
magic words: Spork & Onions

Personality
~Persistent
~Blunt, standoffish
~Amicable, sometimes
~Calculating/coy
~Temperamental
~Loyal
~Jealous nature
~Thoughtful
~Intelligent

Likes
~Sushi, Italian/Greek/anything really... food.
~Expanding on his limitations
~Figuring things out/knowledge
~His flute - don't make fun of it.
~Crowds - watching them, not really being 'in' them
~Nighttime/astrology
~His dog, Wolfgang
~Computers and design
~Martinis - but only when Cristoph makes them
~Voicing his opinion, at the worst of times
~Working/Performing, occasionally.

Dislikes
~High expectations
~Being alone
~Christoph flirting... with anyone
~Talking about himself
~Waking up in the morning
~White chocolate
~Teaching
~Being forced to perform

History
Liam Roman Westlye is the only son of a widowed heiress. Ever since he was a child, Liam was known as "the beautiful one" among all his classmates, friends and teachers. Seeing as he was naturally eye-catching, his socialite mother made sure to flaunt him to all her friends - half of which happened to be producers, talent agents and other such famous people. Turns out 'ol mother was an actress back in the day. As for Liam's, he has no idea who he is, or was, nor does he care to find out. Strangely enough, he looks exactly like this mysterious biological parent of his, seeing as he looks nothing like his mother. Alas, he lives having to hear this cruel compliment day in and day out.

Like most rich kids, Liam attended a nice private school - an all boy's academy on the edge of town. There he enrolled in two extracurricular activities: painting and music. Needless to say, he failed miserably at the first and flourished in the latter. Music was in his blood: albeit, once again not on his mother's side of the family. Regardless, Liam decided to study music throughout his years of required education, and then later, into his college years. He graduated with a Bachelor's in Musical Theory and moved on - and into his own apartment - to teach at a local university in a different city. Getting away from his mother was probably one of the highlights of the whole relocation.

However, as most stories go, Liam's is similar to many struggling artists. Despite having a steady occupation teaching what he loved, a restlessness and apathy grew in his heart. Soon, he dropped teaching entirely and lived on his inheritance for awhile, holed up in his apartment with Wolfgang, his wolfhound-mutt, for company. A year ago he happened to wander into a bar one night, drawn in by an unusually catchy piece of music. There he met, and later was hired by, a most peculiar man named Cristoph. Nowadays he tends to the Haunted Music Box like he would a child: with precise care and mindless affection.

Miscellaneous
He used to be Daniel's teacher when the boy was still a freshman at the university. He owns a car, but prefers walking to "maintain his figure." It's been about five years since he got his hair cut, and yes, it really is a deep shade of violet-blue, nor does he wear colored contacts. He does wear glasses to read, however. Wolfgang likes to come to the bar too, but only to sleep in the corner and be fed treats by regular customers. Liam doesn't care if people think the flute is "girly" - it's the passion that counts. On a funny note, Liam has become oddly attached to his employer and gets jealous when he flirts or is flirted with - not that it's any of his business.

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Lucian Kliment

Gender: Male

Age: Lucian is 22, but has a very youthful appearance.

magic words:"Sporks and Onions"


Personality
~Calm & Collective
~Reserved
~On Rare Occasions Rather Shy
~Exotic
~Creative and Intellective


Likes
~Visual Kei inspired fashion.
~Drama/Plays
~Most string instruments
~Nature
~Silence & Peace

Dislikes
~American Culture
~Fast food
~Stereotypes
~Self adsorbed or Egotistical people
~Wind instruments such as the tuba

History
Lucian was given up by his widowed mother by the age of five, his mother no longer being able to care for him.This being done, Lucian was sent off by his mother to live with his distant uncle Lord Tarasov. Lucian's uncle was a demanding man,forcing Lucian to learn the piano knowing every key by heart this was the first instrument Lucian ever learned, soon moving to the violin then cello and so on. Lucian though practicing almost 24/7 didn't seem to mind. Music always seemed to run through his head as it is, why not play it for others to hear? His mother sang to him every night and sometimes even played her violin to lullaby him to sleep. This perhaps explains his major fascination with music.

Lord Tarasov wasn't a very happy man always putting Lucian down, beating him merciless when ever he hit a wrong note or plucked the wrong string,but Lucian ignored the pain and shouts, going on with his music.He'll always remember the promise his uncle asked of him right before his16th birthday: "Lucian, little little Lucian, promise me something, promise me you won't disgrace your name any further then your father has, I want you to play that guitar and sing your heart out, serenade this world of bastards." His uncle giving off only a single chuckle after his statement.

On Lucian's 16th birthday Lord Tarasov was very ill, already on his death bed.As an unfortunate "birthday gift" Lord Tarasov took his last breath that day, yet again leaving Lucian alone. Having no guardian the authorities saw it only fit to ship Lucian off to the Americans, where he would attend an all boys boarding school.

Lucian despised this decision though he was still shipped off without warning, instead of attending the all boys school, he ran off. Now finding himself living with what little money he was able to bring with him and trade for american dollars.Lucian managed to find himself straggling in an alley one day, his guitar in the leather case brand with his name. Despite having this expensive item he refused to sell it for money. Lucian came by what seemed to be a gather of other musicians with a grin Lucian thought, maybe, perhaps he had found a home?


Miscellaneous

-Lucian has a thick Russian accent, when speaking he sometimes has to repeat himself for others to fully understand him.

-Lucian though he doesn't show it out of respect; he dislikes the American culture.

-Lucian prefers not to speak of his father, the reason is unknown.

-Lucian once attempted to return to his birthplace ;Saint Petersburg Russia, seeing as his uncle had passed away, he instead turned to his Mother. Unfortunately, he was informed once reaching his destination that his Mother had passed away, leaving him devastated, finding himself to return to the Americans.

-Lucian's guitar was made especially for him, his uncle though cold had a kind heart realizing Lucian's talent and fondness of music had this guitar made.This guitar has hand made strings, and was designed to be used as an electric guitar. With a solid black coating, Lucian's name carved in the back a single white "X" crosses on the front of this guitar.

-It is unknown of why the white "X" on Lucian's guitar was placed there, perhaps some symbolism? Lucian is unsure himself of why his Uncle had this done.

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Peeta Tryce

gender: Female
age: 17
magic words: spork and onions

Personality
~Tomboyish
~Friendly
~Clever
~Calm
~Honest


Likes
~Sushi
~Carousel Horses
~Violin
~Flowers
~Birds

Dislikes
~Cats
~Bland Food
~Food that looks gross (like squid ink risotto)
~People with a better than thou attitude
~Violent/Swearing people

History

Peeta fell in love with violin when she was young and actually started because of a odd connection she made that the sound of a violin was like that of rain, this happened at her oldest cousin's wedding where one of her other cousins played the violin. She started to learn when finally her parents gave in and bought her one when she was ten. Now she's 17 and quite the violinist. Oh yea and did I mention she's transgender, dressing as a guy which she luckily passes easily as. She wouldn't mind being called a guy but her honesty makes her say she is a girl.

Miscellaneous

She has a pet arctic fox named Litium, Lithia for short.

Also Peeta is her boy name, her real name is Patricia which she hates.

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Amor Bas Lioncourt

Gender: Male

Age: Amor has been around for about 103 years,
but remains the age of 17.

Born August 15th 1888
Death October 13th 1907 at age 17

Magic Words: Sporks & Onions

Personality
~Compassionate
~Kind Hearted
~Protective
~Nervous & Shy


Likes
~Orchestras
~Ball Dancing
~Opera
~Fresh Roses
~Masquerades

Dislikes
~Manipulative People
~Cruelty
~Deceitfulness
~Guns or any type of weapon
~ Uncleanliness

History
Amor was born on August 15th 1888 in Whitechapel, London England.
When alive his father "James Lioncourt" had died tragically in an unfortunate accidental gun discharge. His mother not being able to take being a widow committed suicide. Leaving Amor in the hands of his caring Grandmother at age 5.

His family was said to be cursed, the first born sons would always die in an unfortunate accident, if the men were to die young they would be cursed to wonder the earth and never move on. His father was 40, so perhaps his father managed to move on, if all this "curse" business was real anyway.

His life with his grandmother was almost perfect. Attending the many festivals, long chats with tea in the afternoons and counting the stars at night. It was wonderful.

Amor went with his grandmother to a Music Festival at one time, they both gazed in awe at the many wonderful sounds that echoed the streets, but something caught Amor's eye, on display a beautiful instrument, a viola. It was breathtaking, Amor couldn't help but let his jaw hang, his grandmother noticed this and made note, then shooed him off as they headed home.

The next day a solid black box with a white ribbon knotted on the top; laid at the end of Amor's bed, his grandmother standing over it as she smiled, with no hesitation he opened it. There it was, the beautiful viola with its fine brother bow, the hairs of the bow were so soft yet so strong, his name had been engraved in silver on the back, his grandmother doing this as an extra surprise.

The following years lead with practice practice and more practice until Amor became a master at this instrument. His grandmother took him out without his acknowledgement of where. She had booked him a seat for a the playing of an orchestra in town. This inspired Amor even more. He began auditioning, playing shows until he became the young musician of the old town.

It was October 13th, Amor took his bow heading off the stage of his latest performance, packing himself he headed in the dark night. He could barely make out anything when he felt a force push him into the ground, what felt like a blade pressed into the flesh of his neck as he gulped, the silver sliced through it as he choked gasping for breath. Then everything went black. Amor woke to his instrument casing torn to shreds, but his instrument in perfect condition thrill he hugged the instrument without realizing his new translucent appearance, until he took his gaze downward to see himself having been cut across the neck cold as ice. It was official he was dead .. but where was the light? Or the flames even?
The curse, the curse was true ..


Amor rushed to his grandmother's, he easily slipped through the walls. Two men in uniform stood before her as she bawled her hands cupping her flushed face. He attempted to touch her but it failed. He leaned forward whispering into her ear to tell her it's alright, telling her where his body was. She perked her head up and turned to face him, though saw nothing, she nodded towards the police telling them where to find Amor. It was too late, he was gone. As well as his viola, it had become apart of his spirit. Though the police assumed it was stolen. His case was and still is unsolved.

Amor wonders around attaching himself to musicians, he attached to one that brought him to where he is today, America. Though it took him awhile to figure it out Amor eventually found how to solidify himself to let the living know of him, his music and playing could even be heard. Though when he tried to play most ran away. Amor loved the traveling and the music, but he stopped attaching himself and remained where he was the first day he made himself solidify. He was lonely, until he followed the strange melody of music.

He found it .. he found a bar where musicians played. It even has Haunted in the name", The Haunted music Box. Maybe .. he had found a place to rest and make a home of, and finally play for the living without them running away and screaming?

Miscellaneous

-Amor's name comes from a Roman God of Love.

-Amor usually will allow those few who interacted with him to simply call him by his middle name "Bas"

-Amor's viola is apart of him, so he is never truly seen without it. He may lay it down but can't travel far away from it.

-Though a ghost, Amor has manipulated and trained his spirit to where it can solidify for an hour or so, to the point where he is able to touch and feel the living.

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Kira Friedman

gender: Female
age: 19 (she doesn't drink in the bar, just hangs out with older friends.)
magic words: spork and onions

Personality
~ Hopeless Romantic
~ Sweet
~ Blunt
~ Open to just about anything
~ Kind

Likes
~ Writing
~ Singing
~ Making people laugh
~ Flirting
~ Boys who tease

Dislikes
~ Clingy men/women
~ Thunderstorms
~ Squash
~ Alcohol
~ Anything that's overdone

History

Kira was always musically inclined. She taught herself how to sing at a young age and started taking classes and voice lessons to hone her skills. She loves to write her own songs, but is terrified to share them with anyone.

Miscellaneous

She can be terribly shy and careful, but once she's warmed up to a group, she's giggly and open to new things.

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[Irako of the Desert]

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[Irako of the Desert]

♬What is Music?
Music is the rhythm of the soul
Every beat, every tone, every melody
Is in sync with the natural vibe of your body♬

♬What is Music?
Music is an outlet, from the everyday
It can take away the pain you feel
Or add to the excitement of a new day♬

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Christoph flipped the rag he had been using to clean the bar over his shoulder. A stubborn spot refused to come off, and his arms were sore.

"Stupid stain! What am I going to do when customers come? I can't serve them drinks on a dirty bar! I'll get a bad reputation!" He glared at it, then threw his arms up in disgust. "What are you, anyway? I don't remember serving anything that wouldn't come off!" He snatched the rag off of his shoulder and began to scrub the spot furiously with renewed vigor. "Dammit, I'm not going to let you get the best of me!" If his employees had been here yet, they would have laughed at his frustration. Unfortunately, they wouldn't be here for another few hours. The bar didn't open until the sun set. Christoph had tried a few times before to open it earlier in order to draw in more customers, but Haunted Music Box had locked its doors and refused to open them until the sun had begun to set. Sometimes he hated being the owner of a self-aware bar. It could be so selfish sometimes.

Finally, as the first employee walked in through the front door, Christoph triumphed over the spot, finally getting it off of the bar. He danced a little victory dance, making the employee laugh as he began pulling chairs off of tables.

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♬What is Music?
Music is something that never changes, just evolves
Music brings together people of all ages
No matter what you believe in, Music brings common ground♬

♬What is Music?
Music is my name
Music is who I am
Music is my life♬

 

[Irako of the Desert]

♬What is Music?
Music is the rhythm of the soul
Every beat, every tone, every melody
Is in sync with the natural vibe of your body♬

♬What is Music?
Music is an outlet, from the everyday
It can take away the pain you feel
Or add to the excitement of a new day♬

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The last of the sun slid down behind the city skyline. A dim twilight engulfed the Haunted Music Box. Christoph flipped a few switches that turned on low lights and stepped behind the gleaming bar. His employees stood carefully along the walls, unobtrusively watching. Customers began to trickle in, making orders at the bar or giving them to whatever waiter or waitress happened to be closest. Christoph deftly filled all the orders, flipping bottles and glasses, giving the customers a bit of a show. He grinned devilishly as he showed off.

Tonight's performers took the stage. They were a trio of string players who played contemporary songs. Christoph had heard of them from a friend and invited them to play in the Haunted Music Box. Once they began to play, he would be able to tell if they were worthy of moving upwards in the world, towards fame and fortune.


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♬What is Music?
Music is something that never changes, just evolves
Music brings together people of all ages
No matter what you believe in, Music brings common ground♬

♬What is Music?
Music is my name
Music is who I am
Music is my life♬

 

[Irako of the Desert]

♬What is Music?
Music is the rhythm of the soul
Every beat, every tone, every melody
Is in sync with the natural vibe of your body♬

♬What is Music?
Music is an outlet, from the everyday
It can take away the pain you feel
Or add to the excitement of a new day♬

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Christoph turned his attention from tonight's performers to the youth calling a question to him. He studied the broody-looking young man carefully as he considered the request. He knew the young man was a regular that attended every weekend, but had never caught his name. This was also the first time he'd ever heard of the Monster Dolls. He beckoned the young man and his companion over.

"What's you name, kid, and what does your band do?" A waitress handed Christoph a slip of paper with an order on it. As he waited for a reply, he quickly made the drinks with the deft experience only the immortal owner of the Haunted Music Box attained. As if the Haunted Music Box could really be owned. More like the damn place owned him.


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♬What is Music?
Music is something that never changes, just evolves
Music brings together people of all ages
No matter what you believe in, Music brings common ground♬

♬What is Music?
Music is my name
Music is who I am
Music is my life♬

 

[Irako of the Desert]

♬What is Music?
Music is the rhythm of the soul
Every beat, every tone, every melody
Is in sync with the natural vibe of your body♬

♬What is Music?
Music is an outlet, from the everyday
It can take away the pain you feel
Or add to the excitement of a new day♬

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Christoph raised his eyebrows in amusement at the girl's comment. He considered for a moment, wiping down the bar quickly to buy himself time to think. Their confidence was good, he'd give them that much. But the thing was, did they have talent?

At that moment, the Haunted Music Box's lights dimmed even further, apparently on their own, as the string trio began a slow ballad. The lead string player, a pretty young violinist with an emphatic stage presence stepped forth and began to sing, causing all conversation to stop. He voice was strong and seemed to flow like smooth honey. Christoph felt the Box's approval and grinned. That group was definitely going to go places.

The audience remained spellbound until the end of the song. The young violinist bowed dramatically as the awed patrons erupted into applause and cheers. Christoph turned back to the members of Monster Dolls and shouted over the noise, "If you can get a reaction like that, you're more than welcome to play on stage. People come here to find talent that hasn't been signed yet, sometimes to sign it, sometimes to enjoy pure talent that hasn't been tainted by becoming big in the industry." He grinned mischievously. "I don't pay the bands to play. They have free drinks for the night, but that's it. Just warning you." He glanced at the stage as the trio moved into a faster, more rhythmic song. People were starting to get up and dance. He noticed some were the more eccentric customers that frequented the Haunted Music Box. Customers from everywhere came to the Box for drinks and music, and everywhere included every-when, most of the known universe and several unknown parts, and a few dozen other planes of existence. He spotted Erik with a young woman as they sent through the steps of a forgotten dance of an era long past. He saw a few beings with forms that seemed to be made of lightly colored mist. Nobody else seemed to notice as they swirled and tumbled among the other dancers.

"Tomorrow night. Get here at about 5pm to set up. Sunset's going to be at about 7pm tomorrow and that's when we open. You'll have free drinks for the night. If you're late, I can't guarantee you'll be able to play. The Haunted Music Box has no tolerance for musicians who can't move their asses in order to be on time. We'll see how you do." He winked at the ladies and held out his hand for Sam to shake. "Deal?"


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♬What is Music?
Music is something that never changes, just evolves
Music brings together people of all ages
No matter what you believe in, Music brings common ground♬

♬What is Music?
Music is my name
Music is who I am
Music is my life♬

 

[Irako of the Desert]

♬What is Music?
Music is the rhythm of the soul
Every beat, every tone, every melody
Is in sync with the natural vibe of your body♬

♬What is Music?
Music is an outlet, from the everyday
It can take away the pain you feel
Or add to the excitement of a new day♬

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Christoph raised his eyebrows at the newcomer. She looked a little young to be ordering anything hard. "I'll need to see some ID if you're trying to get any alcohol." He noticed the slim flute case as she set it on the floor and smiled kindly."Otherwise, you're perfectly welcome to order a drink. I've got every kind of soda under the sun, and can make whatever your heart desires." Under his breath, he added, "I did invent most of those drinks, after all." He still made a hefty little sum from patents, too. Coca-Cola sent him a check every quarter.


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♬What is Music?
Music is something that never changes, just evolves
Music brings together people of all ages
No matter what you believe in, Music brings common ground♬

♬What is Music?
Music is my name
Music is who I am
Music is my life♬

 

[Irako of the Desert]

♬What is Music?
Music is the rhythm of the soul
Every beat, every tone, every melody
Is in sync with the natural vibe of your body♬

♬What is Music?
Music is an outlet, from the everyday
It can take away the pain you feel
Or add to the excitement of a new day♬

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Christoph nodded and pulled out a coffee mug. He filled it up with a special mix of melted chocolate and milk, mixed in a dash of vanilla, and topped it off with cool whipped cream. He slid the mug to the girl and said, "I thank you for your compliment, but it's not necessary. The place gets an inflated ego if too many nice things are said about it."


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♬What is Music?
Music is something that never changes, just evolves
Music brings together people of all ages
No matter what you believe in, Music brings common ground♬

♬What is Music?
Music is my name
Music is who I am
Music is my life♬