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 Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 2:25 pm
"We're not a political band. We don't want to tell people what to do or what to think. We just want to tell them to think. "
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 2:34 pm
By the name of Shadow Rosebuds..just like Linkin Park; it was all boys. Four Boys; One Singer, One Bass, One guitar Player, and a Male Drummer. What happened? After two years of being famous; the Drummer got drunk while driving and then had a major accident at the highway; he was presumed dead there. With three men left, they have a hire a drummer again. The Singer wanted another male to play so they can stick to 'all-boy' band.. maybe he shouldn't have trusted the Guitar player to chose a new drummer.
Best Drummer locally; Laura had been playing in Garage bands since she was in Middle School. She happened to practice somewhat of a Solo when someone randomly from her Garage came in and started asking her questions. The guy says that he was the Guitar player for 'Shadow RoseBuds' and he needed a new drummer and that she was perfect to replace their old drummer..since he is gone and all that. She reluctantly agreed and signed the contract to go and play for reals...for her whole life. But she still has to go to school since she is 17, and the band was out of school; around young 18's and 19's.
The Problem was though; she is a girl. And the Singer wanted a boy only to stick with an 'all-boy' band. How will he agree with that? Especially since their World-Tour starts VERY soon?
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 2:38 pm
. No Cybering; even though I would rate it as Pg-16 due to Suggestive themes, Lyrics, Drugs, Language, and Also Violence if Necessary. You have been warned If you want romance.. well.. I guess we can do that but I want to focus on the plot..not on all romance..or else it just ruins the plans I want in this rp. . No Emo-boy please....really...It is starting to get old from the other Band Roleplays I have seen.. not every guy has hair in front of eyes or has piercings all over the place. It doesn't seem a bit realistic. . No One-Liners.. I want a 5 sentence post at least...if you can't do that then don't join. An occasional Writer's Block is Ok..but it can't be all the time. I don't expect pretty-post. For me.. I am going to have the picture and name so you don't have to look at page 1 to figure out what she looks like. . This Genre is Band, Teen, and Drama... So yeah... . Have FUN! Skeleton: ((Must be sent by PM only...and put the subject as 'Shadow')) [imgleft]what you look like (Can be real pic or anime)[/imgleft]
[b]Hello I’m:[/b] [i]your character’s name[/i]
[b]But some call me:[/b] [i]any nicknames?[/i]
[b]I’ve been alive for:[/b] [i]how old you are[/i]
[b]I am a:[/b] [i]*put down Singer here*[/i]
[b]I like to Sing[/b] [i]What Type of Music[/i]
[b]I tend to act:[/b] [i]your personality[/i]
[b]I can not stand:[/b] [i]things you don’t like[/i]
[b]Give me more:[/b] [i]things you love[/i]
[b] This is none of your business but:[/b] [i]Bio[/i]
[b] Here is the one person I desire:[/b] [i] Crush/Love, can be none for now[/i]
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 2:49 pm
Hello I’m: Emile Zane Ryder
But some call me: Emile, Em {Aren't my pals grand? Calling my a girl's name...}
I’ve been alive for: 19 years
I am a: Singer
I like to Sing Rock
I tend to act: Cocky. Hey, I can’t deny it. I can be a bit of a b*****d, sure, but I've yet to really hurt someone. I flirt with a lot of girls, but I'm hardly ever serious. I have a habit of charming people into giving me things, designers and single rich ladies are the easiest targets. I try to be a nice guy, but frankly, I've gotten pretty used to getting what I want. Being famous does that to you. I don't think I've changed much, really; I've always been pretty cocky, and flirting with girls is always fun, but I may have gotten a bit worse in recent months. It's hard to ignore thousands of girls throwing themselves at you, after all.
I’m much more wily in public, but I tend to be calm and quieter when it’s just me and the guys. I don't need to impress them, after all; they're cool with the real me, and that's all I really need anyway. Around that new girl, though? I just can't help but be irritated. She's cramping our style.
I cannot stand: Desperate girls, and anyone who wants to be my friend just because I'm famous... Do you know what it feels like to make a great friend, one you have a ton in common with, and could tell anything? Maybe. They're pretty rare nowadays, but it's still possible. Now, do you know how awful it is to find out they were just using you for the fame, the gifts, and selling you out to the press? Probably not....And man, that new drummer chick is pretty annoying too. Who does she think she is, anyway? Man, I’m going to kill my buddy for this one.
Give me more: In case it wasn’t obvious, I love music. There’s nothing better than performing on stage with my guys. Hobbies? I guess you could say I like to cook. I don’t often, we hardly ever stay somewhere with a decent kitchen, but I think I’m pretty good. Then again, my only guinea pigs are guys that’ll eat just about anything. Naps are always a welcome activity as well, and I have this magical ability to fall asleep anywhere. And you probably didn't know this, but I'm damn good on the piano.
This is none of your business but: I had a pretty average life before the band; my parents were pretty cool, and I have an adorable little sister. The band started up in High School with my best friend and whoever we could talk into playing drums and bass.It took forever to find other guys willing to commit some real time to the dream, but we finally managed to hook them with a few on us trips to the local diner. There were a lot of gigs, all-night practices, and a whole truckload of drama, but we finally made it. Our World Tour is coming up, and I'm sure you know what that means; we made it.
Recently, our drummer passed, and that’s definitely a low point; it was totally his own fault, but man. He was my bud, you know? We went through a lot together, and now he’s been replaced by some obnoxious chick. Why do we need some bratty girl anyway? Shouldn't she be in school? Ugh, this is not going to end well…
Here is the one person I desire: Relationships are too much work.
Hello I’m: Lauren Nelson
But some call me: I am usually called Laura
I’ve been alive for: about 17
I am a: New Drummer
I tend to act: A bit Wild, Obnoxious to people who hate me or I hate. I can also be a bit of a 'Party-Animal' and I easily follow whatever I know does.. so i may be vulnerable to the public and also to cliques I am in. I don't talk much as well...That's not because I am shy.. it's probably because it's not 'lively' around the area..and I know it is a wrong time to be loud. But I can be loud..when I am partying. But I also am empathetic..to people I care about I mean...
I can not stand: The Singer..maybe because I am not a guy.. I also hate Rap, Techno, and R&B because they don't use drums and all they talk about is drugs and sex anyway.. real Rap is about the environment and that music 'Airplanes' for example.. that's what it should be. I also hate being bored as well...if I do get bored..I sleep. I also hate school to tell you the truth; there are people that just look at me like I am a freak..which is true BTW.
Give me more: I like doing the drums a lot; easy or hard.. I guess I just love hitting stuff and it can be a habit for me to always do drums whenever I can. I also like eating; I will eat ANYTHING whenever I can..surprise I am not fat yet... I also like Rock, Punk, and Alternative Rock music...because of the drums and such... I also like watching TV too..especially the Food Network
This is none of your business but: I live with a Single Dad. My Mother left him when she found out she got pregnant or something like that. Hey...her fault she got it when she was a teenager and my father a collage man. I am still wondering why he didn't want to live more instead of raising me. But he is hard-working and supportive which is the quality i wish I had in my Mother..if I know wherever the hell she is. Otherwise, besides school and choir; I took the drums and made it to a hobby to play them until Dad tells me that it is too 'loud' only time I can play them is after school before he comes home and when he has to go to work someplace far and leave me alone to have someone watch me every so often.
I played it well enough to be great after a few years. I actually never expected to be a drummer of a famous band called 'Shadow RoseBuds'. I have all their music in my CD... this is so exciting!
Here is the one person I desire: Never really focused on love....not a bit.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 3:46 pm
((Starting: This will start on the day after Laura got promoted as a drummer for the band. The Singer can do whatever, practice, complain, flirt... don't give...lol XD.)) ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== What a Drag.... Laura had thought that as she was then watching the Food Network show... after her 3 hour long practice on the drums and such.. besides...she felt like she worked hard and needed a break. She doesn't even know if this is a dream or not that she is a drummer for the Shadow RoseBuds right now. Seems exciting... even though she has school..but she has signed up for online school so she can do work through the internet and give it to the school she goes to to see how she did; wouldn't that be fun?..or Easier?
"Besides the Singer denying the fact that I am the only drummer left in the area... this is pretty much fun!" She told so to herself as 'Ace of Cakes' was on right now. That shows makes awesome-looking cakes..maybe they should hire them to make a cake for them for a party or something..probably for the singer...or something..that would be awesome! Maybe they should make a guitar cake that has the name of the band and also name of the bandmates. It will be cool! "But first...what is their number?" She then heard someone in the kitchen and saw that it was Mark getting himself some water. "Hey Mark, can you toss a water bottle please?" She then snatched the water bottle that he tossed. "Thanks.." She then opened the bottle and took a few gulps on the water.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 4:29 pm
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"You know the rules, girlie. You finish it, you replace it." he tells her, twisting off the cap to take a swig of juice directly from the container. "And while you're at the store, we need chicken, peanuts, and salt potatoes or it's pizza for dinner again." he tells her, tipping the juice container over for another, longer drink. Draining a quarter of what was left, he screwed the cap back on and put the container back in the fridge. It was common knowledge for the guys that the jar in the back of the cupboard was full of money for groceries, there was a necessary five dollars a week donation per member to uphold the fund, but he had yet to disclose this information to their newest member. Whether or not anyone else had told her, he couldn't be sure, but he had no plans to say anything just yet. "Try not to take to long." picking up a book from the dining table, he slips away to his secret hideaway to avoid any further conversation. He still wasn't too happy she was here.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 4:41 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then frowns as she then had to go to the store...bunch of crap. Why was he so mean to her anyway? She just joined...and stuff... So much for being a fan. She then stood up and recorded the show she wanted to finish then grabbed her bag and left closing the door. She then felt like crap; just because she was a girl and their new drummer and that. She then got her Grey Scion as she then drove to the parking lot for the store that was close by a a good 5 miles as she then tried to remember what he said.... Peanuts...Chicken....Salt Potatoes...and Water for the fact. She then looked through her bag as she then got her debit card out filled with 5,000 dollars...which was suppose to be for collage but she ain't going anymore..as she then entered in.......
With the ones that singer wanted.. plus some donettes; all three kinds, Coke-Cola sodas; 24 pack that was on sale for 50%, a big 40 pack water for half-off, Cesear Salad, Pasta, Marinara Sauce, and also some Bagel Bites; She packed them down onto the trunk as she then drove back again..feeling a bit frustrated since she knew this guy was not going easy on her..oh well. She then got back with bags all over; not expecting them to help and such. She had to make a few trips back so she can put down some water, pack the freezer stuff and refrigerated stuff. Plus put the boxed pasta in the cabinets. She then also got the donettes on the counter, having them open a bit so they can enjoy it as a small snack. "Frustrating...very frustrating.." ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 5:08 pm
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"Besides which, it'd be your turn to go shopping eventually. It's a give and take thing." he waves a hand lazily, giving a yawn. Dark circles under his eyes revealed his recent lack of sleep, but he'd probably pass out on the dinner table soon enough; it wasn't an uncommon occurrence. "So... you'll be making dinner, right?" he asks, not really looking for an answer. Pulling away from the back of the couch, he lays back and closes his eyes. "Wake me when it's down." placing his open book over his face to block out the light, his breathing seems to fade almost instantly. He was definitely out.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 5:16 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== "I said frustrating because Mothers can't watch their children and people keep talking when there are people in line trying to get the f*ck out."She then let out a grumble as this was the most damnest thing she will be dealing with besides school and being called a 'freak'...much. she then sighs...oh well.. Pasta. Deal with it.
She then looked through the cabinets as she then found Garlic and Parmesan..probably for when they hire a cook as she then got tomatoes and chops them down so it will be on the pasta. As she then got the water boiling and then puts the pasta in. As she was chopping up more Tomatoes, Mark came in:"What you making?" She heard him ask as she was done and stirring up the noodles. "I forgot what my father used to call them, but i know it's pasta in a garlic-Parmesan sauce with tomatoes on top...Only thing I remember is homemade and only the reason why I never did what some girls usually do like shopping and such...or boys to be exact." She just mumbled those as she then had to turn away from the guy that pretty much introduced her to the band. It felt like hours but sooner or later she got the sauce mixed in with the pasta...it smelled really good and as she was putting down the tomatoes on top, she told Mark to get everyone out and ready for Dinner. Which he did.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 5:51 pm
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Entering the kitchen once again, his hands slip into his pockets as he leans against the door frame. "Did you have to add tomatoes?" he asks, sounding unhappy. Moving to snatch plates out of the proper cabinet, he sets them non too gently on the table. "Foul things, tomatoes. Always finding their way into my food." he frowns, moving to search the kitchen for the ever elusive silverware. "You must learn the ways of the Man Cave before you cook again, Princess." he declares, referring to their humble abode as the 'Man Cave'. It had been a proper man cave up until she moved in. "We must extend our great teachings unto you so that you may properly assimilate into our loving family." he finishes, pulling out a fork from a drawer in triumph. Since we're stuck with you anyway. he adds as a mental after thought, thinking it best not to start a fight on an empty stomach.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 6:10 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then frowned a bit..but it was pretty much a broken one since she had to cook that by herself and such. Geez, if he didn't like tomnatoes he should have said something. She never really got what was wrong with him but really... it was probably because she was new here and such...oh well.He put his hands onto Laura's shoulder; as to comfort her of course."He'll be like that for who knows how long..and besides.he's just mad because he wanted an all 'boys band'. And besides, this tastes good." He then had the food in his mouth chewing going to the counter where the bar chair was so he could be near the kitchen..since he drinks a lot of water and such. "Thanks...." She mumbled to herself so she doesn't get anymore attention after all. After that little talk; she wasn't hungry..happens often when she is cooking which her father hated about her only; that she doesn't eat after cooking. She then decided to go to the basement instead to go play on the drums a little bit; it will help her calm down a bit.. now she was doing the drum solo for a bit on one of the band's songs..she remember it being called 'Dance with the Spirits'....it was a good song...but her mind about it was slowly changing..she might as well not like it as much since she now knows how the singer's attitude was towards her."Dude...your being a bit mean to the new drummer. Sorry you don't like her and too bad and all that drama, but it's that or no World Tour at all man...so suck it up like a 'MAN' or else YOU don't belong in the man cave. Besides... why do you only want boys that badly..?" ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 6:31 pm
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A small grin appeared at his features, before slipping away just as quickly. "But you have to admit, living with a chick isn't bound to be tons of fun. With their PMSing, and their 45 minute showers.. Chicks take forever to get ready, too. We're bound to be unfashionably late nowadays." he frowns, and it seems his stereotypes for girls are set. He wasn't trying to be sexist; he was just going off his experiences with his own sister. "I mean, Natalie's that age, and she'll just stand in the shower for an hour. Just stand there! Using all the hot water!" he sighs, frustrated by this point in time. "From the time that girl started middle school, she took at least an hour to get ready after her already long shower. I was always late to school making sure she made it there. I mean honestly, I just got out of taking care of one kid sister. Why do we have to adopt one now?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 6:42 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== "Your right, she hasn't.. and also about what we had to go through but it doesn't make an excuse to just throw her around like a bully does to your sister. and Yes I have heard about that. Tom was great I admit yes, but he ruined himself by drinking and driving man, It was half his fault for his death and yet is not...which I don't know why... Mark stood up and did his dishes. "And That's why I had to get another right away; wasn't it your dream to go to World Tour? If I never found a new one then it wouldn't happen, just deal with it already. Me and Nick don't see on the problem with the drummer so far..besides her eating habits and how much she watches food network.." He grumbled that because he had to admit..she was a bit of a problem. "Look.. I'll cut you a deal. After our World Tour; we'll kick her out and find another..that sound good to you?" It seemed like hours but she then was done with the drums and so far was making some lyrics so far..her lyrics were about her life without making it so much like her. She was writing down the draft:
I always thought that things would've been great...because I always saw that everyone around me was so happy yet there was no way I...... She then grumbled because she couldn't think of any.... "So much for that...." She then yawned as she then got off of her drum set and found a mattress to sleep on..it didn't have blankets but it was enough..even though it was the basement and such. But the boys don't use it...she never did see them go down there or see any importance... it was just a cold room with nothing but a drum set Tom used to use...guess it was his room or something..because the bathroom was there. She fell asleep right away. ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 7:10 pm
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Throwing his things into a trunk, it seems that Emile isn't so focused on proper technique as he is about getting down. Slamming the lid on his traveling trunk closed, he completely ignores the shirt sleeve hanging out of it. Kicking open his bedroom door, he begins lugging the thing towards the front door. "Nick!" he yells, kicking the bathroom door. "Stop worrying about your hair and finish packing!" he kicks the door once more, for good measure, before continuing on his way to the kitchen. "Ah, Mark. My reliable morning bird. Is the bus loaded up with our extremely health conscious provisions?" he asks, his sarcasm not as evident as it could have been. Continuing through the kitchen, he kicks his trunk down the front steps towards the tour bus parked in their driveway. Turning on his heel, he turns to search for the unaccounted for band member. Frowning, he moves to the basement. Yanking open the door, he cups his hands around his mouth to make his voice louder. "Morning, Princess. We're leaving in an hour, so get your lovely self in gear." he shouts, doing his best to not be over the top mocking for Mark's sake.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 7:20 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She made a little moan sound as she had to wake up early as she then sat up and yawned a bit as she then had to get up and then pack up the drums..she was taking a little time since she had to be careful with them...since it was Tom's drums and all that. She then sighed as she knew what was coming was probably not good..for all she knew..she would probably be abandoned in the middle of nowhere if Em had that one chance.... She then got it inside the bag and also got her stuff as she then brushed her hair and was done. She was going to still wear the clothes she got on. She then got to the bus and then sat down on the chair where she found Nick sitting on one of the chairs that went back a bit to be a bed and yawned stretching his feet on the top part of the chair. He let out a small tired smile."Morning Little Birdie!""Don't Start..." She grumbled as she got a seat next to him of course..so she won't end up with Em. She had to admit though..Nick looked cool..she would say cute but she thought cool was a better word..even though she didn't know him much. She then wondered why Mark and Em were taking long anyway. She then stood up realizing she forgot her iPod and favorite drum sticks. She then ran back passing Em without knowing going downstairs. ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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