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 Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 9:01 am
 TRYOUTS!The Old Crypt isn’t exactly as fancy as it was for those that had been in the last battle of the bands. There are three judges sitting at tables in front of the stage, but to the side of one there is five more tables, all lined up, ready to replace the last. A handful of gnomes are still in the school building, searching the abandoned classrooms for more things Desu could flip. Beside the second judge there is a large basket of eggs covered with a pile of birds, all waiting to be flung. Beside the third judge there is... a fire extinguisher. The place is lit by bombs of various colors floating over head, giving it a festive, rock feeling. One moment you'll be orange, then blue, then green, and so on as the bombs take interest in your groups, then float away again. A sign is propped on the corner of the stage, proclaiming that this is the battle of the bands. Tryouts.Quote: ((OOC RULES: - In the next 72 (Rehearsals END WEDNESDAY 11:59 PM PST) hours you will be requested to make a post in The Old Crypt Rockout with your band teams 'audition'. You can do this however you want it, via a three-band member doodle, a roleplayed out scenario, a poem. You MUST HOWEVER include the following: - Please do NOT use Reaper weapons, even if they’re instruments! (If you want something other than a guitar, it must be something you can lift and bash people with.) - Please include ALL YOUR BAND MEMBERS and what they are doing - discuss this with your team and come with a smashing entrance! - If one of your band members is missing or MIA or if you are using a gnome, as long as your have that member's original permission you may choose simply to 'fill in' their role with your own rp post. - Have fun! Make some impromptu lyrics along to for your 'audition'. If its instrumental, roleplay it out. If it has lyrics you'll need to make these up for us. Do whatever you think your students would do in a situation like this! - Don't forget to introduce your band and what you represent before your audition begins (at the beginning of your post). - Only one person needs to post for the team! - GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN. IF a band member sucks, they suck, no worries, they don't have to be good, I really don't think that is the point... somehow, keep this simple as this is only the BEGINNING of the trials to come! ))
*Rules compliments of the first BotB
*Banners/art compliments of Enoh Love
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 1:32 pm
Amphi, Danny and Gene walked in like superstars. Decked out in matching outfits (which they had to like shimmie on Danny) and attitudes on sub par serious business, All three girls set themselves up at the instruments.
Gene was the only one who could handle any kinda of vocals at the moments and so...she listed off the Band's name "Paramourne", then pointed at Danny and Amphi and named their song.
and like that they were playing.
Of course it was Amphi banging on drums because she had no idea what she was doing and it was loud sounds and she just...beat them with all her feels.
Danny on guitar was still recovering from a COMA so she was all like...butterfingers with the strings and that was about it.
But Gene killed it with her super amazing voice. Yes.
And that was how their audition went.
Gene was the superstar. The End.S.R. aka Rage Here, have three rotten eggs to the face, courtesy of me. Actually, you - yeah, you, kid-whom-I-remember-punching-in-the-face - have another one into your Jacking mouth. No, there's really no need to thank me, ghouls. Just never make noise together ever again.
Rage's score: -10/10 (Real score: 2/10; the birds like your matching outfits) Noxious Firth Well now that the cute roadies are done with tune up, let's hope an actual band comes on stage to play music. Nox's Score: FAIL (3/10) ヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ Desu's Score: ヾ(＠^∇^＠)ノ5/10
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 5:30 pm
"Ready to go? Everyone's honor in check? Wearing pants? Their boobs in their shirts?" Yes Hel, he was looking at you. He noticed that top.
Shun wasn't nervous. No, he was just incredibly disgruntled. Aside from being dragged into this, the other two decided for some unjackly reason to pick up jackets like his. At the question of if he was ready, he just flipped Mac off and took his position on stage with his guitar.
Hel was messing with the front of her v-neck, actually, until Mac spoke up. The ghoul paused as if she was a scareling caught with her hand in the spookie jar and just grinned. “Barely ~ !” She replied. Really. What was she thinking picking drums with a harness on them…
The wingless valkyrie followed her band mates out onto the stage with her usual arrogant and confident swagger and took her place in the back…where the view was great. Oh wait, introductions! Admiring could come after.
“WE ARE KNOWN AS KILL THE GUIDE, AND WE WILL FLOSS OUR TEETH WITH YOUR INTESTINES AND GUITAR STRINGS!”
You’re going to die
Enough of your insolence
One very dead guide
Yet Somehow, Someway
You continue to follow
My every odd whim
Blind leading the blind
A crazy path to follow
Birds of a feather
It only adds up
Just more reason to end you
Till then I await
The graduation
Parting is such sweet sorrow
We will stay alive
Not bad to be led
The view from behind is grand
Skin tight jeans are yum
 S.R. aka Rage Indecent dressing. I like the parts about killing and dying in your song. Kid, your singing is horrible. One-eyed kid, that is a good look on your face. Boobs kid, just so you know, there's a bird making its way to stage now, and it about to drop a s**t on you- There it goes, straight down the cleavage. Jacking score.
Rage's score: 6/10 Noxious Firth Muffin Top gets full props, but actually using the line "parting is such sweet sorrow" kicks those props in the balls and flushes them down the toilet. Nox's Score: TAKE OFF YOUR TOP/10 (4/10) OyO Desu's Score: /10 (There is no score as Desu is too busy staring at the boils to really make a score, as such, score is :3, the emote can count as a 3.)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 6:27 pm
Kettil made his outfit look good, yes he did. No one could deny it. He walked in with the two ghouls that formed his band and felt rather manly. Well, as manly as he could feel when Freya wasn't mocking him somehow. He didn't know Siobhan very well but she seemed like a very sweet ghoul so far - adorable even. Endzela flew a bit ahead of the group simply coasting along on the air currents. This was a rather energetic event she couldn't help but feed off of the excited energies the reapers and ghost gave off. The boil glanced over at Freya, "So, feel better now that we got the 'right clothes'?" Freya tugged at the hem of her skirt, as the jitters settled in. She'd chosen their costumes, but she was already regretting it. Standing on stage and showing this much skin? She must have been crazy. "No." She stuck her tongue out at her best friend, and grinned, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and Sio's. "BUT LET'S DOES THIS ANYWAY." Siobhan was excited. Terribly excited. She'd bounced on her toes the whole way there, spent forever getting her hair brushed and ready. The outfit was different from what she was used to. She'd never worn 'hot pants' before, and was surprised to find they were not all that warm yet. Apparently they did not, in fact, catch on fire when worn. The banshee grinned wildly, eagerly awaiting their moment in the spotlight. She giggled and leaning into Freya. "YEAH! LET'S DO IT ANYWAY!" She screeched loudly. The three of them headed on stage, after it had been set up for them, and went to work. "GHOULS AND BOILS! WE ARE BIRDS OF A FEATHER, AND WE'RE HERE TO ROCK YOUR BUMS OFF! ARE YOU READY!?"Siobhan held her arms above her head, smacking the drum sticks together to the beat she was setting. "THREE-TWO-ONE-"Original Song: here, nsfwLyrics: Siobhan: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL RIGHT! Freya:Breaks me down, yeh gots a lovely face we're goings teh yehr place And now yeh gots teh freaks me out screams so louds, all of the day Yeh wants me teh stays, but I gots teh makes my way ALL THREE: HAY! Freya:Yehr a crazy b***h But yeh rocks me so good, I'm on tops of it When I dreams, I'm with yeh all night scratches all down my backs teh keeps me right on Gets the video Rocks yeh so good Gets the video Rocks yeh so good Crazy b***h Crazy b***h Crazy...b***h. ALL THREE: HAY! Freya:Yehr a crazy b***h But yeh rocks me so good, I'm on tops of it When I dreams, I'm with yeh all night scratches all down my backs teh keeps me right on Baby boil Yeh wants it all Teh be a star Yeh'll has teh goes down Takes it off No needs teh talk Yeh're crazy But I likes the way yeh rocks me ALL THREE: Yehr CRAAAZY But I likes teh way yeh rocks me~ S.R. aka Rage Watching you kids perform made me relive my teenage days. Not a Jacking good sign, by the way. At least your singer didn't kill another one of my birds, unlike the other bands. Here's have a rotten egg to the face each, free of charge.
Rage's score: -5/10 (Real score: 5/10; the birds liked the whole no dying thing) Noxious Firth Not a bad performance! This song reminds me of my ex-ghoulfriend, so +10 for that. Unfortunately it also reminds me of my ex-ghoulfriend so -10 you assholes. Nox's Score: ******** YOU MATRICIA! GIVE ME BACK MY CDS!/10 (5/10) (,,#ﾟДﾟ) Deus's Score: 0/10 (Desu had made several markings of what look like pumpkins crossed out and ????. She worries that the band needs 'the talk'. Real score is 3)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 6:44 pm
The group that came up next introduced themselves as The Dream Mosquitos, all smiles and confidence (on the surface, at least) as they moved up to their respective spots on the stages. Lizzy, their guitarist, had moved off to the side to pick up her guitar, while Xiu, their drummer (or...bongo drummer?), sat farther back.
Mot, who was their singer, was set right up front and center with the mic. As they were given the cue to start, the group members cast each other a small glance and a smile.
And then they were awesome.S.R. aka Rage Oh look, another singer who did not kill any of my birds. Did you even make an effort to coordinate though? Wait, let me guess... NO. You kids don't look like a Jacking band at all. AT LEAST YOU GUYS MATCH A LITTLE NOW... BECAUSE THERE'S ROTTEN EGGS ALL OVER YOU. YOU'RE JACKING WELCOME.
Rage's score: -9/10 (Real score: 2/10; birds appreciate no death by singing) Noxious Firth Decent song, but where's the fanservice here? Don't you kids understand that being in a band is only one part music, and the rest is all dangerous, flashy wardrobe choices! Rethink your image if you want to be stars! Nox's Score: NEXT TIME LET THE MUFFIN TOP DRESS YOU/10 (5/10) ( ´･ω･`) B|a BUa B|a Desu's score: 8V/10 (emote is an 8, so such is the score)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 9:13 pm
"Why the hell are we here, again?" Deacon was muttering lowly to Nuk on their way. "We already did this."
Lacing his fingers together behind his head, Nuk responded without hesitation, one glowing amber eye flicking in the cat-boy's direction. "Pretty sure you were bitching last time, too."
"From what I've seen of him, that much never stops." The water dragon trailing behind them said, grinning. Pokerus was their recruit for a much needed third member in the absence of their original drummer. So far, she was following in Judith's giant footsteps in more ways than one. It seemed to be evolving into a tradition to rag on Deacon.
Deacon glared back and the ghoul and gave a short, fake laugh. "Shut it, Sushi."
The trio waited until a few of the other bands had gone, scoping out their competition before each of the three climbed up on stage, Nuk hiking the female dragon under his arm teasingly as he leaped onto the decrepit wood. Shortly, each band member had taken place; Poke at the drums, Deacon at his guitar, and Nukpana in front of the mic. Deacon experimentally strummed guitar strings, tuning the weapon instrument with a knowledgeable flair, his ears flattening back when Poke took cue to sound check. The dragon wasn't bad, but she wasn't fantastic with the instruments, either.
"That's right, just beat the hell out of 'em while we do the real work." Deacon called to her, luckily going completely unheard.
The skinwalker merely smirked, sliding the mic out of it's stand to spin it by the cord, waiting until Poke began to tap out the beat, Deacon's guitar erupting in vibrant electric chords.
"Well, it's midnight, damn right, we're wound up too tight, I've got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me," he sang, his low, gravelly voice surprisingly alluring as he swept his eyes over the other bands, teeth bared in a taunting grin. It was one of his very few talents... besides getting in trouble, of course. "Oh, that s**t makes me bat-s**t crazy, we've got no fear, no doubt, all-in, balls out."
The skinwalker, classy as he was, took the moment to grab a fistful of his crotch, arching back to crow the lyrics.
"We're going off tonight to kick out every light,
Take anything we want, drink everything in sight,
We're going 'til the world stops turning,
While we burn it to the ground tonight."
Behind the singer, Deacon cackled, throwing another teeth-rattling flair into the strum of the strings, Poke answering with the heavy slam of her sticks against the assortment of drums.
"We're screaming like demons, swinging from the ceiling,
I got a fist full of fifties, tequila just hit me,
Oh, we got no class, no taste, no shirt, s**t faced,
We got 'em lined up, shot down, firing back straight crown,
We're going off tonight to kick out every light,
Take anything we want, drink everything in sight,
We're going 'til the world stops turning,
While we burn it to the ground tonight,
Ticking like a time bomb, drinking 'til the night's gone,
Get you hands off this glass, last call, my a**,
Well, no chain, no lock, and this train won't stop,
We got no friend, no doubt, all-in, balls out,
We're going off tonight to kick out every light,
Take anything we want, drink everything in sight,
We're going 'til the world stops turning,
While we burn it to the ground tonight,
We're going off tonight to kick out every light,
Take anything we want, drink everything in sight,
We're going 'til the world stops turning,
While we burn it to the ground tonight,"S.R. aka Rage Parts in the song about kicking and drinking and burning? Keep it. Singer does not kill my birds? Keep it. Outfit? No shirt, no shoes, yes service, but Jacking coordinate. You only get one rotten egg... I guess I'm gifting it to the cat. IN HIS JACKING FACE. Jacking cats...
Rage's score: 5/10 Noxious Firth Didn't you guys get your asses kicked the last time? You guys are pretty determined, too bad you're not exactly talented! I'm sure some ghouls will appreciate the scruff's wardrobe choices though. Nox's Score: Almost Acceptable/10 (6/10) OyO （*/∇＼*） Desu's Score: o///u///o/10 (Desu can't figure out if she likes the song or the boils. Even if the song is naughty. She can't. So she throws down a 5. Boils and yelling, OTP)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 11:33 pm
There was a cool banner with actual gore and brains and shiz for the band name
Then the guys ate it >:T
The three Undead were in varying states of nervousness, from Alex's chillax mojo as he leaned against the wall, to Mort's fidgety readjustments of his glasses and hat, and to Amrita who was as still as death from stage fright. As the band before them finished up, Mort straightened up and sucked in a breath. "S-S-So, ah . . . Ready, guys?" he asked, the idea of going before a crowd making him want to find the nearest graveyard to bury himself in.
"As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose," Alex said with a nonchalant shrug, casting a look to Amrita. "How about you?"
Amrita snapped to attention with a small jump. "U-um! What? S-sorry. Um. W-We're next, right?" She missed what they were talking about entirely, her only eye wide with pure terror. "E-Everyone ready to h-have fun?"
She was met with mixed expressions.
"Y-Yeah! We'll do f-fine! O-okay?" She extended her hand, twisting it awkwardly to put it palm down; yes, she was going to make this a team powow moment.
Mort shook his limbs out to loosen up, charged himself up with a clap of his hands, and then extended one into the Circle of Friendship. "Right!" he enthused, now amped up by his electricity and good ol' natural adrenaline. "D-Do it once n' do it proud. Funtimes ahead!"
Refraining from chuckling at their reactions, Alex pushed himself off the wall and joined his hand as well. "Yes, fun times. Now let's just get out there and get this over with, okay?"
Zzzt!
"...Ouch, Mort! Careful with the electricity!" Shaking his head at the other boil as he mumbled an apology, though still smiling to show that he wasn't really upset, Alex waited until the previous band had made their exit, and shuffled his way out to the stage, taking his place behind the drum set, looking at them curiously.
He probably should have at least practiced before this.
Mort, who had practiced, still felt as twitchy as one of his ghoulfriend's zquirrels on caffeine as he took his place and hefted the guitar. He had a feeling a few sparks were still going to discharge during the song and just hoped to Jack the audience thought it was part of the show.
Amrita felt the tingle of electricity and just giggled as though tickled, releasing the boils hands to follow them out onto the stage. O-okay...she could do this. She'd done this before! J-just...not as a singer...BUT NO. SHE COULD DO THIS! They could do this.
Drawing in a deep breath, Amrita leaned towards the mic and tried to be as loud as she dared.
"We are The Rockin' Dead!" Upon drawing a blank for how else to describe them, she cast a glance back at the boils, giving a nod and encouraging them to start.
Am I doing this right?
It feels like we've already had this fight
You've sunk your claws into me
(That's not very nice, you know)
Then you say goodbye
‘Till your carrion claws find me
Meet me halfway and we'll go for a ride
So long as we're careful, it'll be fine
Maybe I should continue to fight
So I might find the light
and hold it close
What am I even doing here?
With danger always drawing near
Let's just go back to being happy
(If we ever even were)
But then you say goodbye (goodbye)
My arms reach out to find you
Meet me halfway and we'll go for a ride
So long as we're careful, it'll be fine
Maybe I should continue to fight
So I might find the light
and hold it close
Here the song broke into a small instrumental, a bittersweet response from the guitar answering Amrita as the drums rumbled and roiled like thunder. The music swelled to a crescendo for one last round.
Can you meet me there for one more ride
So long as we're careful, it'll be fine
I think I will continue to fight
So I might find your light
and hold it close
There were four measures of song to let her catch her breath before Amrita began one last vocalization, a haunting melody that seemed to soar from the stage as the cymbals faded and the guitar's melody echoed.
(Ohhh~)
Again we will say goodbye
'Till your siren's call finds meS.R. aka Rage I only heard the word fight. Fight. Fight. I guess that's good enough. Anyway, Jacking coordinate next time will you? Yeah, next time. Keep in close to your rocking dead hearts because it's a Jacking compliment, o yay. How about a complimentary bird poop rain? See, looking coordinated already.
Rage's score: 5/10 Noxious Firth No, you aren't jacking doing it right! Nox's Score: Amatuer Hour to the Left/10 (4/10) （ｉДｉ）  Desu's Score: 10/10
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 11:42 pm
The stage was a vast pit of darkness. Like her soul. And from that darkness came a beat, small but steadily rising. Like her heart. A light hit the stage revealing the band's drummer: a small, pale Emily Device with a squirelly, manic look and the name Serial Molesters splashed dramatically across her drumkit. The look on her face was determined and possibly a little bit frightening. But that was okay, because this battle wasn't just about bands, or beating up friends with instruments, or fighting strange ladies, or getting bizarre pendants that led to another world. No. It wasn't even about making sure Shine had enough candy to last out the tournament or that their new guitarist couldn't look up their skirts. Because this year's Battle of the Bands was about something more important than any of that. It was about winning Johnny Danger's heart. With their music.That's right. s**t just got real.
When the light splashed down on the small, red demon, TG broke into a wide smile that went ear to pointy ear, showing off shark-like, razor teeth before he stuck out his tongue to the crowd. Dressed in a spiked, fur lined leather jacket, he brought out his customized, flamed axe guitar and took his position as guitarist. With two ghouls, the attention for the boils went to them, but all the ladies' got to look at all of this. Ah yeah. He was on a band. Eat that up!
He was going to blow their brains out! Yeahh!!!
Moving over to his own mike (which the gnomes had left down low for him), he grabbed it and called out. "We're Serial Molesters, and we represent THE PAIINNNN!!" He then flicked his tail, and turned to the other ghouls. Hopefully they did their part, looked pretty, and followed along. "1-2-3!!" He started with the one chord he practiced just for this occasion - and he played it loud.
There were few occasions when Shine hauled herself out of her blanket fort, frequently opting to wallow in her own misery. The piercing sadness was the only thing that felt familiar anymore, so she held onto it like a security blanket, desperately hoping to find some normalcy in it. But when the word arose of another Battle of the Bands, she felt that it was something she had to do; nothing was more familiar than the very first thing she'd done at Amityville, after all. And it meant seeing Emily again, which was a treat more rare than sugar-coated trufflebeans. The light that fell on her produced a zombie ghoul that looked very, very small among her bandmates (a feat when one was a tiny little imp), shoulders slumped as she held to the microphone for dear life. Her voice rose barely above a whisper, escalating shakily as she closed her eyes and pressed onward through the feelings. They were what made their music good. They were what gave them all the cred. Why can't you see this lonely ghoul here on the floor?
Missing you drowns me in my thoughts, where I've become so numb
Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home
Wake me up
Wake me up inside
I can't wake up
Wake me up inside
Save me
Call my name and take me to the dark~With the last chord came an outpouring of tears. So legit. S.R. aka Rage You kids look like you're about to spazz out and then Jacking pass out on the stage. Except you, singer kid. You look like you could pass out any moment. You're Serial Molesters, and you represent THE PAIINNNN TO SOMEONE'S JACKING FEELS?! Yeah, tough luck, kids. The only feel I'm interested in is your eternal suffering, so have some free bird poop!
Rage's score: -4/10 (Real score: 5/10; the birds were moved by the emotions, ok) Noxious Firth I don't know what's worse, the fact that you kept that band name, that you still suck, that at least one of you is always crying, or that you actually said you "represent THE PAIINNNN!" Nox's Score: PAIINNNN/10 (3/10) ( ꒪Д꒪)ノ??? Desu's score:1/10 (WHERE WAS THE MOLESTING???? She just got her feels out so her feels are immune for 3 bands after due to feels buffer zone.)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 11:45 pm
The last band rolled off the stage and the trio to follow looked one part ready, one part bored, and one part cautious. Two dogs and cat. Cat bird really. It was an interesting group at the very least. The thrum of a guitar, a tap to the drums, and a mic swung in a circle, leaving a whistle from the speakers, the sound of wind., the trio made their way to the stage, getting ready with a trained efficiency. Gold wings, a brown tail, furry if not fluffy, and a white tail glittering from what looked like ice. Each member's ear swiveled as they made ready for their debut. Neil eyed his band mates with mild disdain before looking to the judges. Yeah, the gimblewolf disliked the audience more. Ren was smiling, occasionally glancing back to the two canines with an 'encouraging grin'. Frost looked the most serious of the three, standing as if they were indeed, ready to do battle. Each one decked in a black and white pinstripe suit, the flash of color matching red ties. Ren nodded to the 'crowd' as he introduced them. "So, I'm Ren, and that's Neil and Frost. Together we're The Last Minute.'" Mostly as they had come together only last minute. "Let's get on with it." Neil plucked at a string getting a look from Frost. "Renaissance. Neil." The tap on cymbals heralded the beginning of the music, a strum from Neil and the rhythmic foot tapping from Ren, rock began to blast from the speakers. The song was good, none of them messed up and despite being a very last minute band, they had coordination down rather well. Once the song ended? Neil shurgged, getting offstage rather quickly. Frost bowed before he followed, and Ren, with a smile couldn't help but say "Thank you, and good night!" S.R. aka Rage What a Jacking waste of my time. If it was my last minute in Halloween, I would rather smile than hear this again. It's good. Typically good. It disgusts me. Here, have some free rotten eggs and a whole lot of bird poop. Jacking dishonor on you, your family, and your cow.
Rage's score: -1/10 (2/10) Noxious Firth Should have dumped the cat and gone for a Three Wolf Moon ensemble! AwooooooOOOooo! Nox's Score: Son I am Disappoint/10 (3/10) (*´∀`*) Desu's score: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ～『✧~*YAOI*~✧』 /10 (BOILS. ALL THE BOILS. IN SUITS. You get a 5 because boils in suits but she missed your song sorry also when is the hot boil make outs?)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 11:59 pm
Finally, the last audition of the night crept onto the stage. A young Reaper approached the microphone, his gold suit glimmering in the shifting lights as he ran his fingers along the brim of his hat, his voice soft as he pulled the mic closer, his voice smooth and calm, "Alright, alright, alright, I hope you cats out there are nicely warmed up- All the way from the radio waves to your ear drums, I hope you cats and ghouls out there are ready. You've heard rockers and rollers and shakers and quakers, howlers and prowlers and growlers but you aint heard nothing' like this." A low bass end suddenly picked up from behind him, as Enzo swung the guitar that had been hanging from his back up and around to strike a chord. The shifting lights flickered off of moving shapes, rats crawling up onto the stage, across his gold-spatted shoes, "So prepare your ears, or I suppose in you more insect-like of specimens, whatever strange hairs on your legs you hear by, your hearts, your minds, and your panties ladies," With that, he peered out from under the wide brim of his hat and gave the nearest ghoul a wink, "It's with my great pleasure to introduce the one and only Johnny Danger." He struck another chord before stepping back to let another gold-clad figure approach the mic. JD approached the mic, his usual broody expression replaced by a cocksure grin. He was On The Job. Stages, microphones, audiences- these were his tools of choice, his instruments. The normally emotional, sarcastic and whiny teen had been replaced by some new element; a force clad in glittering gold chaps and nothing else. He arched one eyebrow, running his finger along the mic's surface, creating a faint hissing noise. He ran his tongue slowly along his lips. Anticipation. He pulled the mic stand closer, kicking it with his foot to tip it toward him like a lover. "Let there," he began, purring in a teasing tenor. He swung one hip to the side, showing that the chaps were laced from ankle to waist, with nothing but skin between. " Be rock." He let the stand go, and it wobbled back into place as he ran his glittering gold hands down his chest, abdomen, to finally merge with the bright threads covering his legs and further still, bending a little to almost reach his knees- With a sudden gyration of his hips, he snapped back upright, and took a deep breath. " YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" His echoing cry caused the mic to crackle in protest, a fizzle of smoke puffing up from the receiver. It didn't matter to JD, though. He did not need a microphone. "Herryk," he rumbled, making it sound dirty, suggestive.Herryk glared silently from behind his drum kit, daring anyone to question his amazing golden loincloth. And then the music began. S.R. aka Rage Is your Jacking band name Johnny Danger? Can't argue that it's a good close to the auditions, but it doesn't stop me from wanting to personally congratulate all of you on a job well done... With a fist to all your pretty faces. Except the drummer kid. Drummer kid got a nice glare going on. But you're all going to be Jacking beaten up later anyway. Heh.
Rage's score: 4/10 Noxious Firth No. Nox's Score: NO./10 (1/10) OAO ![User Image]()  (ﾉ⊙ヮ⊙)ﾉ～『✧~*SUPER YAOI*~✧』 Desu's score: ~/10 (Congrats, by being the second yaoi band following the first, having one member wearing a loincloth, and some hip action, and bass... You have knocked Desu-chan out. Your score is a squiggle. Or a 1. Hard to tell)
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 8:37 am
TRYOUTS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER! We love you all, guys, seriously<33 As soon as judging is finished I'll quote you with your scores and we'll move on to the second stage! Thank you SO much for participating!
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 4:05 pm
"Hey KID!! KIIIIDDDDD! Yeah, you!!" The little gnome's legs were moving as fast as they could and he STILL wasn't making much headway. "YOU WITH THE FREAKY HAIRRRR!" he bellowed at Roch, who was standing in the middle of the booths, with a clipboard. Roch glanced over, raising an eyebrow. "Sup, gnome?" he asked. "Are you here t'work on the Reaper Stadium game?" "Hell no," the gnome said, leaning over and panting for a second before he spoke. "Those bands seriously SUCKED. Well, most of them, anyway, and your judges covered the stage in bird s**t--but I got the scores," he said, holding the sheet of paper he'd been carrying over to the boil. Roch took it. Then stared at it. Then he pulled out a pen. "Lessee... if we wanna make them fight hard enough to make the betters happy," he said, chewing on the end of his pen. "Let's do this." Nyxtsuki Moon Judges Score: 10 x 2 + 10 = 30 Lucyal Judges Score: 13 x 2 + 10 = 36 Nio Love Judges Score: 13 x 2 + 10 = 36 Kaiyumi Judges Score: 15 x 2 + 10 = 40 x_Nata_x Judges Score: 16 x 2 + 10 = 42 Ol-j-man Judges Score: 19 x 2 + 10 = 48 Nothing Yet Judges Score: 9 x 2 + 10 = 28 iStoleYurVamps Judges Score: 10 x 2 + 10 = 30 Bilious Judges Score: 6 x 2 + 10 = 22 Yes, Roch was cracking up over JD's band's score. In fact the gnome had to kick him before he went onto the next part. Paramourne versus Last Minute in the Monster Stadium. Kill the Guide versus Birds of a Feather in the Ghost Stadium.Dream Mosqitoz vs Dirty Homicide in the Horsemen Stadium.Serial Molesters vs Black Rat Pack Attack in the Demon Stadium.The Rockin' Dead vs GNOME ATTACK in the Undead Stadium.Roch cleared his throat, then bellowed,
"I AM YOUR JACKIN' PUNK, CUZ I'M DAMN WELL GONNA--
SET IT OFF!"
Fire crackers went off, splashing the sky with bright colors, and he grinned. Music started blaring from all around. And he pointed the way to the stadiums. He promised he wouldn't showboat this much when the game really started. Seriously.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 2:46 pm
"OYE KID!!! We got our winners!"
The bellow seemed to echo through the stadium--to where Roch was once again working on things that went on in the background--this time he was tending to the poor England's Bulls that had gotten a bit bruised during their last chase game around the reaper stadium. Roch glanced over at the gnome that was quickly... getting nowhere near him. Reluctantly he rubbed the dog's head and stood, heading over to take the clipboard from the gnome.
"Okay... Dammit, I do NOT wanna do this..." he said after a moment of looking at the scores. Reluctantly he ran a hand over his face, then grunted. "They seriously beat the Serial Molesters?" he asked the gnome.
"Absolutely. It was amazing--well, HE was amazing, he got to his feet just like a real pro after both were knocked out--"
"Enough fanghouling," Roch muttered. "As much as I hate those two and the other's annoying... I gotta give'em credit, they do give a damn good show. Let's toss on five points to their score..." he muttered. And then there was the band they'd be facing off against. "Okay..."
He really didn't wanna do this. Everything could blow up in his face cuz of this--hell, there was a tiny chance that Amphi-- Nope, he set out planning to be fair, and he was going to.
HORSEMEN STADIUM:
Black Rat Pack Attack - 27 points VS. Paramourne - 30 points
GHOST STADIUM:
Kill The Guide - 36 points VS. Dream Mosquitoz - 40 points
UNDEAD STADIUM:
The Rockin' Dead VS--
"Is Gnome Attack still in traction?" Roch asked the gnome.
"Yeah."
"Then we'll use the backup band."
"That one? The guys that--"
"Yep."
UNDEAD STADIUM:
The Rockin' Dead - 48 pts VS. Comoniwannalayya - 50 pts
"NOW WOULD SOMEONE GET ME A JACKIN' SMOOTHIE ALREADY?" he bellowed, irritated with life at the moment as he headed for the audience stands.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 8:27 am
The final fight was about to happen--but Roch was still pissed off about that paper kiss, even if Danny HAD gotten revenge for him. He hoped the jacker never got a new tooth, he thought evilly as he stormed to the old crypt. "Whatta we got, boils?" he demanded, holding out his hand for the results. "The flat ghouls with no sex appeal and the cowboil," one gnome said, looking distinctly irritated with life. "Coulda sworn they'd die the first round. Do you got ANY clue how broke I am now?" "Huh..." Roch said, raising an eyebrow. "That is sort of surprising. And the other fight?" he asked a second gnome. "The cross dressers got their asses kicked," the gnome said simply. "Amrita's band?" "ER.... yeeeeah. The other band. Right." "Ain't nothin' wrong with a gnome wantin' to look pretty," Roch told him, trying not to laugh. "Right, sure, but the jackers could have at least shaved their legs before runnin' around in miniskirts," the gnome complained. "You know how disturbing that is??" Ah, yeah, he was feeling a little better now, Roch thought. "Okay, so we got three bands and two options. First option--we make them actually perform like bands and have the audience--" "HELL NO!!" the gnomes all around him bellowed. "Second option--a three way battle," Roch finished, clearing one ear out with a finger. "Get the least battered stadium ready and have the audiences move to it. "Demon," one of the gnomes said. "Alright. Now get to work."
BotB FINALE!
In the Demon Stadium
THE ROCKIN' DEAD
VS
PARAMOURNE
VS
THE DREAM MOSQUITOZ
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