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 Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 12:56 am
 Quote: Generally, for purposes of this discussion, a gang can be considered to be a loosely organized group of individuals who collaborate together for social reasons. Modern day gangs now collaborate together for anti-social reasons. Gangs generally have a leader or group of leaders who issue orders and reap the fruits of the gang's activities. A gang may also wear their "colors", wear certain types of clothing, tattoos, brands, or likewise imprint their gang's name, logo, or other identifying marks on their bodies. Many gangs also adopt certain types of hairstyles and communicate through the use of hand signals and graffiti on walls, streets, school work, and school property. It must be understood that it is not illegal to be in a gang and indeed many adults are currently involved in activities that meet Webster's definition for a gang. However, many gangs of today, especially youthful gangs, break the law to provide funding for gang activities or to further the gang's reputation on the streets... Sociologists as well as gang members have isolated the following reasons for joining a street gang: # Identity # Discipline # Recognition # Love # Belonging # Money Feelings of fear, hatred, bigotry, poverty, disenfranchisement, and the general breakdown of social values are also considered motivations for joining a street group... In order to better understand the gang mentality, the following are considered the "Three R's" of gang culture: (1) REPUTATION/REP. This is of critical concern to "gangbangers" (gang members). A rep extends not only to each individual, but to the gang as a whole. In some groups, status (or rank) is gained within the gang by having the most "juice" based largely on one's reputation. While being "juiced" is very important, the manner by which the gang member gains the "juice" is just as important. In many gangs, to become a member, you must be "jumped in" by members of the gang. This entails being "beaten down" until the leader calls for it to end. Afterwards, all gang members hug one another to further the "G thing". This action is meant to bond the members together as a family. Frequently, young gang members, whether hardcore or associate, will talk of fellowship and the feeling of sharing and belonging as their reason for joining a gang. (2) RESPECT. This is something everyone wants and some gang members carry their desire for it to the extreme. Respect is sought for not only the individual, but also for one's set or gang, family, territory, and various other things, real or perceived in the mind of the "gangbanger". Some gangs require, by written or spoken regulation, that the gang member must always show disrespect to rival gang members. (Referred to in gang slang as dis). If a gang member witnesses a fellow member failing to dis a rival gang through hand signs, graffiti, or a simple "mad dog" or stare-down, they can issue a "violation" to their fellow posse member and he/she can actually be "beaten down" by their own gang as punishment. After dis has been issued, if it is witnessed, the third "R" will become evident. (3) RETALIATION/REVENGE. It must be understood that in gang culture, no challenge goes unanswered. Many times, drive-by shootings and other acts of violence follow an event perceived as dis. A common occurrence is a confrontation between a gang set and single rival "gangbanger." Outnumbered, he departs the area and returns with his "homeboys" to complete the confrontation to keep his reputation intact. This may occur immediately or follow a delay for planning and obtaining the necessary equipment to complete the retaliatory strike. In gangbanging, today's witness is tomorrow's suspect, is the next day's victim. Look, listen to my voice
If you're making the choice
Tell me all the girls and the boys
Either scream or rejoice
Let's make that noise
Either move or we will all be destroyed Enter the rival gangs, Electronica and NuMetal, the members of each labelled Elecs and Nus, respectively. They're fighting over the Musica territory - a country that has banned music in all forms. Singing? No. Humming? Gone. Any remote relationship to music is quickly silenced and the perpretrator forcefully detained. Move and show me what you can do
When you step into the circle and shake like we do
Move when you just can't take it
And move if you just feel like breaking it Most citizens of Musica have not heard music at all in their lifetimes, and when faced with it consider it the devil's work, or horrific in nature. They cover their ears and cry. Music hurts Native Musicians' ears. The bordering countries, Indie, Emo, and Headphone, are currently walled off from Musica, much like East and West Germany once were. While Indie and Emo have an unfound hate for Musica, Headphone has a neutral ground on the matter. These years are deeply routed with rumors of an upcoming war, all based on a few notes strung from a guitar. Can you hear me? Stop, look, listen to my voice,
It was never my choice to feel all alone
This is my home
Back up , you don't know if you've never been here,
You've never been to the place inside, I face my fears
It takes everything I am Needless to say, a few of the residents in Musica know what music is and wish to embrace it. Headphone illegally provides Musica residents with CDs, CD Players, mp3s and their players, Tapes and their players, as well as even earlier findings such as 8-tracks and records. Additionally, instruments are also Jacked from Headphone and sold through the hands of the Nus and Elecs. The Nus specialize in Media, while the Elecs concentrate moreso on instruments and how to use them. These gang bangers all love what they do and the money that comes from it. Despite what the main populace may believe, the gangs have never taken their music wares for granted, and ultimately simply wish to overthrow the corrupt government of Musica, known as Metallica. Approximately one thousand years a go, The Metallica founded The Mute Movement, which was essentially the downfall of all audio. Within this movement, agents, labelled as Clefs find and destroy music as well as those who distribute and own it. Because of this, Nus and Elecs are outlaws, and any known members should be reported to Clefs immediately to be processed and either reformed or destroyed. Reformation is achieved by injecting a neurotoxin into your system that makes it impossible to hear any sort of tempo or music. You can discern human speech, but that's about it. Most gang bangers would rather kill themselves than turn, essentially, deaf. Move and show me what you can do
When you step into the circle and shake like we do
Move when you just can't take it
And move if you just feel like breaking it
Move and show me what you can do
When you step into the circle and shake like we do
Move when you just can't take it
And move if you just feel like breaking it But, there is still hope. There's been hushed rumors of The DJ, a juice that can not only restore a reformed Musician, but grants the user impervious to any reformation in the future. The DJ, if found, could be a severe threat to the Metallica, as well as grant the gang who finds it impenetrable power. The gang with the juice wins Musica. And once Musica is won, they can run their world as they please, without a rival gang being in their way. A revolution will come. If you come near me, stop, look, listen to my voice
If you're making the choice tell all the girls and the boys
Either scream or rejoice
Let's make that noise
Either move or we will all be destroyed
Back up and let go if you've never been here,
You've never been to the place inside, I face my fears,
It takes everything I am But there's a problem: No one knows where it is. Ryan, the head of the Nus, is said to have an older brother that is a Clef. The Elecs don't know if this information is true, but assume it to be. The Nus are never given clarification on the matter, since whenever Ryan's older brother is brought up, someone gets the beatdown. Because of this, suspicions arise. On the other hand, Electronica's leader, Aria had a relationship with Ryan at one time. In fact, it was rumored that it was a rumble in between the two that brought about rival gangs. Both the Elecs and Nus have been running for at least five years. Those who know the true story behind the seperation between the once-uniform gang(known as Nausicaa) into the seperate factions have been sworn into secrecy. Move and show me what you can do
When you step into the circle and shake like we do
Move when you just can't take it
And move if you just feel like breaking it
I come crashing to the floor
And I know there must be more like me
I've seen this all before, I can't carry this anymore, break free
Breath, and leave until the storm is over
'Cause underneath, there's a diamond passing over
So breath, let's leave until the storm is over,
Because I want to take you away To join the gang(or hear music, if you are a native musician) you must be processed. Being processed consists of two seperate, but equally important parts: # The Beat-in. Much like traditional gangs, there will be a beat-in for a prospective gang member or someone wishing to listen to music without enduring the pain that comes form being a native Musician. The beat-in consists of the prospective being beaten by the gang members and observed by the leader. During this time, the prospective is not allowed to fight back, forced to simply endure. If they pass this, they are considered 'worthy' of being granted the priveledge of music. # Tempo Control. After the wounds have been treated from the beat-in, usually on the next day(very rarely the same day) Tempo Control takes place. Tempo control is a surgery needed by native musicians only. A Native Musician has an extra piece in their ear called The Tie, which vibrates so much when anything other than a human voice is heard, that it causes headaches(and thus their hate of music). The surgery to remove this is called Temp Control. It is a relatively simple procedure, but one that has been so tight-lipped, that the only way to find out how to do one is through a gang. Additionally, there more than likely may be a fee that comes with being processed, especially if you are not joining the gang. In many circumstances, you can not be processed or Tempo Controlled without helping the gang in some way. Once within the gang, you are given the rules and regulations of the new family you have admitted yourself into, as well as an initionary mission, in some cases to prove you are not a Clef or narc. After these introductory practices, you are considered part of the family and are to be protected under that gang. In most cases, you disown you original family to become a part of the Elecs or Nus. After substantial trust is gained, you can begin to learn the trade secrets and start dealing or selling. You do not actually participate in any of the Headphone Jacks unless you are of very high status. Move and show me what you can do
When you step into the circle and shake like we do
Move when you just can't take it
And move if you just feel like breaking it
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 1:51 am
Quote: Urban street gang graffiti is the most common way for gangs to communicate their message. Organized graffiti is one of the first signs that street gangs are taking hold in your neighborhood and is also an excellent way to track gang growth, affiliation, and sometimes even provides membership information. Graffiti serves several purposes, all of which is understood by other "gangbangers," even members of rival sets. Graffiti has been called the newspaper or bulletin boards for gangs and communicates many messages, including challenges, warnings, and pronouncements of deeds accomplished or about to occur... Some graffiti is nothing more than "tagging." An example of this is "Johnny loves Mary". Police departments and school officials should be sure someone within their respective departments develops an expertise in reading and understanding graffiti. # Joining in general: PM me the bio, but you can start RPing immediately. This goes for gang members, civilians seeking to be gang members, regular civilians, and regular clefs(that are not of some special rank). If your character doesn't fit into any of those categories then you have to PM me the bio and wait for me to approve it before you can roleplay. We currently are looking for normal gang members, clefs, and civilians. But mostly clefs and regular gang members. # Everyone is free to start out as either a gang member, or someone wishing to join a gang. If you have been a part of the gang for a while, you should PM a history of what has happened that is separate to your character bio to the gang leader of your gang. For example, if you bio says you have a scar on your arm but you don't detail it and it means something significant, you should PM how you got that scar to your gang leader. # Guild rules, Gaia Rules, ToS, etc., etc. # Romance of any kind is accepted, even inter-gang romance. However, please know that if you have a relationship with someone outside of your gang that it will be not only extremly taboo, but may end up costing your life and/or hearing. Both gangs are capable of performing the reformation procedure as the ultimate form of punishment and banishment. # Real, believable humans only. No inter-species, special powers... Stuff. Clefs are like the police. They bust you for music as well as other law-breaking activity. Gang members are normal people, so are native musicians. # Spies. Spies are fun. If you wish to be a Clef within a gang, there are two requirements: (1) You must start out outside the gang. (2) You must send your character bio to me and I have to approve of it before you can be a spy. # Ryan's older brother. Rye's older brother was originally a lawyer, but is now the head chief of the clefs. He is pretty much 'clef leader guy'. If you want to be him I would love you so much. No, really. Anyway, PM me the bio and I have to approve you before you can rp. # Clefs and The Metallica. The Metallica is kind of run in the background. However, if you wish to be a normal Clef trying to arrest/detain/reform gang members, be my guest. # Technology. Musica is just like our world, and in some respects may be more advanced- it just doesn't have music. That means, swords aren't really going to be a cool fighting weapon. More like guns, fists, knives, etc. I'd advise you to look up on some gang history or gang movies to see how gangs work. While the Nus and Elecs are not nessacarily violence-minded, mob mentality does happen, and it could end badly. # Killing. Some characters may be killed. Some characters may be killed via one hit(afterall, these are guns we're talking about). Fighting posts must take the form of you are attacking AT someone, so you can give the other person a chance to respond. For example: "User A dropkicks user B" isn't good. "User A dropped down to kick user B" is good. Wording and semantics are important, but only for fighting posts. One hit kills can go as follows: "User A aims his gun at User B's head. Pulling the trigger, if it hit it's mark, brains would fly everywhere" would be an example of a one-hit kill. Obviously someone doesn't want their character dead in this RP, so you must give them some sort of chance to respond. No crazy dodging of bullets could ever happen(Bullets move way too fast), but User B could always "In that precise moment, s/he noticed that his/her spraycan had dropped under the car, so s/he bent down to get it. And once s/he did, s/he heard a gun bullet pierce through the windshield." or something similar. A weird coincidence like that. Of course, if you're not in a situation where you can 'dodge' like that, you're pretty much dead. If you are cornered like this, and you really do not want to die, see if you can PM the guy killing you and see if you can work out a deal so he doesn't kill your character. If not, I'm sorry, but you're dead. You may rejoin the RP as another character if you wish. # Multiple characters. You may play no more than three characters, no more than one character per team(i.e. you can only have one character with the Nus, and not two). You may also not play more than one key character(You can't play the head of the Elecs and the head of the Clefs, for example). An undercover clef is not a key character, and is it's own category. So, you can be a spy and an Elec or Nu, or a spy and a regular clef. # Weapons. You are limited to one seen weapon and one concealed on your person. Please keep what you carry realistic. You can't conceal nor carry around a bazooka all the time. # Characters. You characters can be any age or gender for a normal civilian, any gender but 14 - 28 for a gang member, any gender but 20+ to be a Clef. The leader of the Elecs must be at least 20. # Schools/jobs. To keep a low profile, younger gang members go to school and older ones maintain real jobs. Nobody wants to be caught by a Clef. While respect is demanded from gang bangers, they should not go out of their way to promote their relationship simply because if you do, you'll get caught, and nobody wants to be reformed. # Dissing. When in the viscinity of a rival gang-member, if you don't dis them in some manner, you will be punished. Punishment varies between gangs, but it's a customary thing to dis the rival every time you see them. # Violence. As previously stated, the gangs are not overtly violent toward eachother but fights do happen. Planned fights are rare, most thigns that happen are personal quarrels between two rivals or 2 - 3 people within the same gang over a disagreement. Rarely does someone pull a gun - it's a last resort, as it pulls attention toward you. Clefs could be anywhere. # Selling/Dealing. Elecs sell mostly instruments, and Nus mostly media. There is some interjection between the two, however(meaning, some Nus sell a very small amount of instruments, some Elecs sell a specific set of CDs or something...). Selling music works almost in the same fashion as drugs in this common age. The dealer waits somewhere, and the buyers come to them. Because most music-related things are large, buyers usually give an address and the name of what they want. The next day, that product will magically appear at their doorstep. This is called Delivery. Usually new or young members are sent to do this, and it involved breaking into a home and putting the product in there. In rare cases, a dealer might wait near a warehouse or abandoned building with the supplies on site. Usually, the warehouses are not where deals take place since this is the headquarters for gang activity. But since these places are so easily found, HQ moves every month or so to a new area. # Posting. You must post paragraphs, and it must be related to music in some way. Your post must either have a music accompanment(like the intro post to this RP), the character must be listening to music, and the lyrics posted somewhere in your post, or the character should be citing the lyrics. Music played in the background is also acceptable. What this means is that you need one song in your post, in every post. You do not need to cite all the lyrics, some chorouses and refrains can be annoying since they repeat so many times. You do, however, need to cite the main verses of the song. Usually it is much easier to just kind of visualize a 'theme song' for your post, and make a written music video. In old days, some stories were written like this, and they were called 'song fics'. I don't know if these still exist or if they changed names, though. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me. As far as songs go, if you have a song you like, google for it's lyrics. If you're not very familiar with music, go to lyrics.com, azlyrics.com, or some other lyric site, click through some stuff, and pick something that sounds cool. Additionally, if you wish to use an anime or game song, animelyrics.com is here. Although, if you do plan to use a song that is in another language, please please use the english translation(if the song is in both english and some other language, you do not have to translate the pieces. Additionally, if you cannot find a translation, don't worry about it). You do not have to credit the song or artist, but if you can make it fit with your post, that'd be cool. [I realise some posts may be very short or not warrant a whole 2 - 3 minute scripted music video of their own, so it's not nessacery to have a song in every post, put shoot for most of them.] # Don't NPC anyone else. NPCing is moving someone else's character without their permisison. (you CAN however, create NPCs[for a deal or something to pass time]. If you don't know what this means, then don't create one. But you can ask me to explain it via PM or something, if you wish.) # Tattoos/markings (this is new as of 10/28). When instated into the Nus, you'll recieve a tattoo on your right shoulder. It is the flat sign.( ) It's pretty small and ambiguous, and can also be easily be mistaken for the letter "b", which is why it is used instead of something more noticable. Older members who originate from Nausicaa have the treble clef, instead( ). This sign was abandoned, however. Elecs are tattooed with the sharp sign(#) in the same place. # If you have to leave the internet/rp for an extended period of time, or wish to quit the RP, TELL ME! If you leave the RP, just kill yourself off or something, and you leave for an extended period of time, try to make some sort of excuse that will get your character away from the current happenings. This will help us all greatly in the end, thank you. # If I, as the thread creator, do not like the way you're RPing, your character, or you have left me or another person waiting on you to post for more than two days, I will either NPC you or kill you off. So please don't let this happen. If you're gone longer than two days, let someone know and we'll work around it or something. # Keep OOC seperated from IC. But that's a given. # Character Profiles/Bios. I'm sure you're all wondering exactly what needs to be in those bios I keep telling you to PM me. Well, here it is: ][b ]Character Name:[/ b] [/color ][b ]User Name:[/ b] [b ]Age:[/b ] [b ]Sex:[/b ] ][b ]Affiliation:[/b ] (gang/Clef/civilian. If a gang member, which one? If trying out for a gang, put civilian seeking )
[/color][b]Bio:[/b] (A little bit about your character. Appearance, history, likes, dislikes, etc., whatever. Please include whether s/he goes to school or has a job, and if a job, what is it?)
Please PM this with the subject line of "Headphone Bio".
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 2:21 am
Quote: Gang structure. # O.G.s, original gangster. They are in it forever. # Hardcore. Comprise approximately 5-10% of the gang. These are the die-hard gangsters, who thrive on the gang's lifestyle and will always seek the gang's companionship. The hardcore gangsters will most always be the leaders and without them the gang may fall apart. The gang's level of violence will normally be determined by the most violent hardcore members. They are usually the shooters. # Regular Members (or Associates). Usually range from 14 to 17 years old; their jobs are robbing and stealing. They are money oriented. They are initiated into the gang and will back up the "hardcore" gang members. If they stay in the gang long enough, they will become hardcore. They usually join the gang for status and recognition. They will wear gang colors, attend gang functions, and may even participate in some gang related criminal activity all to fulfill their emotional need of belonging. # Wanna-be's. Usually 11 to 13 years old; their jobs are tagging and stealing. They are not yet initiated into the gang, but hang around with them and usually will do most anything the gang members ask of them so that they may prove themselves worthy of belonging. How to treat a gangster? Treat them with kindness and respect and they will treat you the same way. It is all about respect. If you have a problem with them, you will accomplish more by talking nice to them and trying to get them to see your position than by being rude, disrespectful, or intimidating. Remember that the "Real Gangsters" do have standards they live by. Their code of ethics are: Never mess with small children, old people, religious people, or innocent people. It is the "scavengers or wannabes" that act without remorse or guidelines in most cases. I have found that for that reason, the hardcore gangsters are willing to work with people like myself to get these scavengers out of the gang life. They have a tendency to cause more trouble and attention than they are worth. Character bios were listed in rules. Please read all of those before joining. To join, fill out the form and PM it to me. Unless you are a spy or Elec leader, you may begin RPing as soon as you PM me, and do not have to wait for me to respond. NuMetal Character Name: Ryan or Ry[e]User Name: [Q] Age: 25 Sex: Male Affiliation: Nu LeaderBio: Ryan was once the co-founder of a gang named Nausicaa, which helped musicians hear and love music. However, something happened that's been kept under wraps between him and the Elec leader, allowing them to split and make rival gangs approximately five years a go. Since then, the pure intentions are still ther ebut not as evident as the war between them and the search for The DJ. Ry is rather laid back when it comes to leading, and considers all his Nus very close family. However, he's very touchy on some subjects, such as his blood relatives and his past. It is rumored that his older brother is a Clef. Ry has dirty blonde hair that's short in front but goes down at an angle toward his shoulders in the back. He wears biking gloves, black or blue jeans and either a white t-shirt or a wifebeater with a black open jacket over it. He plans jacks, but rarely deals. Ryan mostly tries to gather information about where the DJ may be, what territory he may be able to gain from the Elecs easily, and watches over initians as well as help preferm Tempo Changes and first-aid. He can tune guitars, but otherwise seems to only listen to music through noise-proof headphones at very low volume, and doesn't seem to ever hum or sing along. While this seems peculiar, his love for music is still clearly visable by anyone he comes into contact with. His day job is a librarian at Musica Central. Character Name: John *Odd Z*User Name: Stingdragon Age: 21 Sex: Male Affiliation: Numetal, hardcore.Bio: There isn´t much to say about Odd Z part from that he is crazy. The only thing that can calm him down is music. He changes attitude very quickly and can be a bit unpredictible but he is loyal to the gang because he can´t keep a normal job for a very long time. He won´t sit still for very long time. Often wear´s red shirts with black stripes. Sometimes he has a jeans vest.He has pants in all kinds of colours most black depends on his mood. He has carrot coloured hair and four piercings in his left ear. Most of the time grins like a lunatic and sometime giggles in a creepy way. He has sly eyes that are brown. He likes girls and guns. He isn´t a trigger happy guy but he likes the way a gun looks and feels. What he doesn´t like is people that puts his friends in a bad view. And don´t call him John. He will rip your arms off. The only one that he accepts calling him John is the Leader. He has been in the gang for four years. He is brutal and crazy. Even though he may seem like a weirdo he is pretty good looking and often pick up girls. In daytime he works as a garbage disposer. At least for a short while. This makes him capable of getting rid of some things that dosen´t normaly come in garbagebags. Electronica Character Name: Aria User Name: Niht Age: 26 Sex: Female Affiliation: Electronica Leader Bio: Former Nausicaa co-founder and leader, Aria has been Electronica's leader since its creation five years ago, when the fight between her and Rye exploded into an all-out war. In gang matters, Aria is loyal and fair; she' ll be just as willing to give a member a well-deserved punishment as to take a bullet for that same gang member. She oversees initiations, and is the only one authorized to perform Tempo Changes. She' s also responsible for checkig each and every jack going on, but she never reveals herself as the leader, acting as just one of the rest. She's friendly, strict when she has to be, and lenient when the person deserves another chance. In public, Aria keeps a low profile. She's a martial arts teacher assistant, a teacher-in-training. Because of this, she rarely carries a weapon, except when heading against the Nus. She's known to live in a house shared with other Electronica members, and is always willing to let a member crash in when he's in a bind. Aria has a pair of icy blue eyes, kind at times, cold at others, between a pair of thick black eyelashes, contrasting with the white of her skin. Her most prominent feature is her hair, short, almost boyishly so, of a very light blonde, bleaching it almost to the point of it being white. Her body is well proportioned; strong yet agile and flexible, with a great sense of rythm. She often moves her hips to any one rythm when she has it stuck in her mind. On her left arm she has the treble clef tattooed, and on the left shoulder the sharp sign, marking her as a Nausicaa and Electronica member. Aria's mother is in jail, and Aria goes to visit her at least once a month, as all Electronica members know. Word goes the Clefs got to her 16 years ago, and had her reformed. It is said that that's the reason why Aria is so dilligently seeking the DJ; to restore her mother's hearing. She likes just about every type of music, and all kinds of instruments. Her favorite, though, is her voice, which is said to be very beautiful. She performs for the gang once a week along with a band of gang members, since she decreed that once a week the gang actually gets together for a party to celebrate music. Clefs Character Name: AaronUser Name: Etonani Age: 31 Sex: male Affiliation: Clef ChiefBio: For as long as he understood what it meant to be a lawyer, Aaron wanted to be one. He wanted it with his entire being. So when he was accepted into law school as a teenager, not that he had any doubt’s that he would, he was ecstatic, it was a dream come true. He tried his hardest in school, and quickly rose in the ranks to become his classes’ number one student. Other people in his class resented him for his status, but that didn’t bother Aaron. He was becoming what he wanted to be, and anything else didn’t matter. His coldly uptight ways, earned him a lot of enemies in college, which would later be his undoing, but at the time he didn’t know this. Long after he had graduated, Aaron’s little brother, Ryan, was caught and arrested for assistance of smuggling of musical goods, and Aaron was caught in a dilemma. He and his brother had always been on good terms, and did love his little brother dearly…but he knew that taking on his brothers case would be akin to career suicide. It was with a heavy heart that he accepted the position to defend his brother’s case. After the trial Aaron just couldn’t take it. His brother had ruined his career with his childishness, and he could never look at Ryan with the same protective gaze again. He decided to cut all emotional and physical ties with his brother. They didn’t talk, didn’t write, and didn’t communicate at all. This indifference to his brother changed though, as his hunt for jobs in law were continuously batted down, it seemed he was blacklisted. It was then that he started to hate his brother. Soon after this revelation, he was offered a job as a Clef, which he took without hesitation; it was somewhere he could get back at people like his brother. As time passed though, it wasn’t enough to just be catching people like his brother. It had to be his brother; his brother had to be caught. His mind wouldn’t rest ‘til he had caught his brother. His single mindedness and perfectionism was a great asset to him in this search, and he felt as though he was getting closer and closer to his goal with each arrest. He was promoted in a surprisingly quick amount of time to the head of the Clef’s in O-town, but it was a poor compensation for the loss of his dream. Aaron feels nothing but the utmost hatred toward his brother for ruining that for him. Civilians
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 2:26 am
Miscellaneous Information/FAQ More information about Clefs?Clefs are like police. You've got your traffic patrol gang patrol, etc., etc., SWAT and FBI. The umbrella term for them all is 'clef'. They work for the government. You know how sometimes USA's government is called US Legislature? Well, in this world, it's "Metallica". So you can use metallica and government interchangeably, and people will know what's going on. What kind of timeline are we working on?The Metallica's really uptight. They pretty much redefined the world during the Mute Movement, and thus have changed the date system. While this world pretty much resembles our 2006+, right now we are in "101 AM", which is, 101 years 'after mute'. The mute movement first appeared in 0 AM/PM, and likewise, anywhere pre-movement, is whatever year PM. More information about the Tie and Tempo Control?Ties are an extra piece of a native musician's inner ear. When a musician is born, it is customary to put this piece in their ear, and it is the law to do so. People who move into Musica obviously do not have this piece, but would get as part of their citizenship(If they are under 5 years old when they come in). This stated, if your character meets those requirements, they have a Tie. Even if they are a clef. Now, about Tempo Control- this is basically a process where you sedate a person and stick a pair of scissors in their ear and cut the Tie from underneath the skin it's grown under within the ear canal. The gang leaders know this surgery quite well, and pick very few people to teach it to. Both Rye and the Elec leader haven't taught anyone the procedure. The Gang's history(Nausicaa)?In a really brief nutshell, Aria came to Rye with music, Rye loved it so they started a charity effort to bring music to Musica. Rye's family is a family of government. His brother was a lawyer and the rest of Rye's family were pretty much government officials in one way or another. Rye and Aria got into a lot of trouble, but because of Rye's family backing, they tended to get off easily because they were only kids... Nausicaa became an actual gang some time after that, but a peaceful one that was only dedicated to bringing music to the country. Eventually, they couldn't handle the expenses, and so Aria brought up the idea of charging for the instruments. Rye begrudgingly agreed, as long as there was no profit. Soon afterward, Rye discovered that Aria had risen the prices to a point where the gang gained an enormous amount of profit, and that was where Rye drew the line. He left Aria in a fit of rage, and one of the members of Nausicaa reported him to the clefs. Rye was detained for a year, but his older brother(the lawyer) managed to get him out. Ryan's brother was fired from his job because of this effort to help Rye, and thus is now the head chief of the clefs in the district who's only ambition is to shatter the Music trade. Rye was under the impression that it was Aria who told the clefs about him and not one of her members, so made it his mission to spite her and get her back with his own gang. Some members sided with him in the matter and thus left Nausicaa to form NuMetal, and Aria's side eventually changed their name to Electronica. Rye has a zero-tolerance policy about talking what happened. If anyone brings it up, he'll likely beat them. Aria, on the otherhand is more lenient, but only with older members who were a part of Nausicaa; she doesn't appreciate lower ranks or newer members spreading rumors. Explain how music affects people with Ties, and the laws regarding music?When someone who has a Tie listens to music, it gives them a headache dependant on volume and bass. So if they have the volume down low, it will be irritating, and if it's blasting, they will either have a migraine or temporarily stunned. So, yes, in this manner, if you were to blast music at a clef(who has a Tie; some may not if they're not native) you could get away quickly. As far as the laws concerning music go, it's not tolerated. You pretty much are set with a strike policy and sort of clef record(like a police record). If you're wearing headphones, you could claim you don't know what they are, and just say you bought them off the street thinking they were a fancy headband, as long as it wasn't connected to anything. This may be a warning if you look innocent enough, but could end up with a ticket or a fee. If you're actually caught with something that plays music, for example, an instrument, CD Player, mp3 player, etc., the item is confiscated and destroyed, and you vigorously questioned with a high possibility of jail time for a few months or more depending on which offense of your's it is and what item(A guitar would warrant more jail time than an mp3 player). If you hum or sing in a public place, then you're given a warning or ticket or possibly a fee, but on the third account you are Reformed. If you're suspected to be assisting in the illegal music trade, or a gang member, you are immediately detained and questioned regarding to your trade(even if there is no evidence). If you give up who you're with and identities, you will be Reformed and allowed to live your life. If you refuse to cooperate, you'll be allowed a trial, but with a jury of clefs and not peers. If you have a good lawyer, you can still get out, but you need a really, really good lawyer to convince the jury. Even if you are deemed innocent, you have to stay in jail for a year(although this can be counted while awaiting trial instead of after it). If you are found guilty from the trial you are put to death. Do the gangs have colors, signs, uniforms, tags?In short, no. Graffiti isn't really used that much by the gangs, since the risk is so great for being caught. Elecs and Nus are somewhere in-between the mafia, who run full-out operations, and gangs, who just do it because they can. Because of this, there are some things that have begun to die out. Rye and the Nus tend to take things more seriously whereas Rae and the Elecs have a more laid-back attitude about how gangs and jacks should be held. For signs, there's devilhorns which show love for music, but that was pretty much a given. ;p What's the deal with the quotes in each informational post?It actually surprises me how many people took those things seriously. I suppose that is partially my fault for not really labeling them. Inside the quotes are facts about real gangs from various websites I went to to, well, research gangs. There's nothing really needed in those posts aside from some insight. So you don't have to label your character as 'hardcore' member or anything. xd Coming up with song lyrics for every post is really hard!OMG yes. Yes it is. Every post I make it's getting harder and harder to come up with a song to use, so here's some food for thought: - You can use the same song someone else did - You can combine songs - You can skip verses and use only lyrics you need - If you have some sort of tie-in to music, like a joke or something, it will be okay if you don't have a song in your post(Like how this entire RP pokes fun at music- the government being metallica, a country being named Emo!). - If you can't find a song, think of the main idea for your post and put it into google. For example, if you're going to fight someone, you could go to google and type in "fight lyric" or "brawl lyric" or "gunfight lyric" or even "gun lyric". This is how I have been coming up with some of my songs, because my library is not that full. XD What kind of cities are there in Musica?Clef headquarters is in O Town, the largest city in Musica. The Nus mainly reside in Linkin Park, while the Elecs take over Björk, both of which are counties within O Town. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask via PM or the OOC thread. Vv----------------------------- The Roleplay begins with these posts! ---------------------vV
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 2:27 am
Come ride with me through the veins of history
I'll show you a God who falls asleep on the job History of Necraphades was lying on the desk behind the monitor that checked out books. And on the high stool sat a twenty five year old who had been employed there for a good year at least, his head ontop of a page somewhere near the end of the resource, eyes closed and snoring lightly. How can we win when fools can be kings?
Don't waste your time or time will waste you "Ryan!" came a forced whisper. Another librarian, this time a woman, who has long hair and glasses... It seemed like Rye was the only one wihtout glassess... She nudged him with her hand. The toung man still didn't wake up. "Ryan!" she hoped again, with still no response. She finally opened a book she had been holding and slammed it in his face. Ryan shot up with a jolt. "What? How ar eyou to-- Oh. It's just you, July." He yawned, sitting back up. "You're off now, please go before a senior catches you sleeping like that." The other said, empathetically. Ryan gazed at the clock - Five pm. He jumped off the stool and quickly logged out, then left. "Thanks, July. You're always looking out for me." It seemed like Musicians never really liked booked, so it was almost never crowded. Besides, with the onslaught of the internet, who would come to the library anyway? No-one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive The Nu Leader walked out the door to the library and went to his bike, putting on his black gloves, taking of the kickstand, and pedaling off. It was nothing special, just a cheap mountain bike - it got him excersize. Now it would just take him about thirty minutes to get the abandoned Steel warehouse, where he'd left the paperwork for the new Jack that was supposed to take place next week. Thinking about it, some others should be getting off their jobs by now, as well...
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 11:00 am
I'm just an average man with an average life
I work from nine to five, hey, hell, I pay the price
All I want is to be left alone in my average home
But why do I always feel like I'm in the twilight zone
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I Have No Privacy
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell Me Is It Just A Dream
John swung around with the big plastic bag and heaved it into the garbage truck. He waited for his co-worker to place the other bags before he pushed the button that made the truck start to chew on the garbage. When the waste that humans had thrown away began to slowly crush together he started to grin. When I come home at night
I bolt the door real tight
People call me on the phone, I'm trying to avoid
But can the people on TV see me or am I just paranoid
When I'm in the shower I'm afraid to wash my hair
Cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there
People say I'm crazy, just a little touched
But maybe showers remind me of Psycho too much
That's why...
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I Have No Privacy
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's Playin' Trics On Me His co-worker just stared at him with a mortified look. Then he shook his head and walked to the door on the truck and opened the door and placed himself on the drivers seat. John peaked around and watched him get in. He took a quick look around and noticed that no on else was close in any direction. With the screaching noice from the garbage being chewed and the engins roaring he dared himself a quick wistle that wasn´t heard exept inside his own head. I don't know anymore
Are the neighbors watching me
Well is the mailman watching me
And I don't feel safe anymore, oh what a mess
I wonder who's watching me now--- (BOOO!) -The IRS?
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I Have No Privacy
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell Me Is It Just A Dream When it was done he stroled over to the passenger side of the garbage truck and got inside with an agile jump. The man on the driver seat shook his head again. Then the vihicle started to move forward.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 11:32 pm
Another gun for hire and just another day
when you are done, you just abuse it, whatever you say
if you were offered some, would you wanna bite the hand?
Would you betray a friend to prove you're cold then walk away? Rye crossed roads on the sidewalk before a lone Clef on patrol looked at him with a scowl on his face. Ry knew it was illegal to bike on the sidewalks, but it was easier since the cars got pissed at you if you didn't. He simply smiled and waved as he passed the patrolman. we were born with nothin' I don't want, but you need something
you want glory, I need none and it's coming between us
people are born with
people are born without
some people have
and others want
what some go without
some people live free
some people just want more
as for me I got all that I need A few cross-sections later and he passed a foul-smelling garbage truck stuck a red light. He wondered if that was Z's truck for a moment. What time did he get off? Was it it six? Or seven? Rye couldn't recall. Regardless, the Nu crossed the road and sped up. Even though once he got to the warehouse he'd only fall asleep again from a lot more paperwork, he still didn't want to be outside. do you still think that we're not brave if we don't bleed?
we've seen so much blood and violence already, how much do you need?
you howl and fight your war and talk of being free
won't let you in, they're just usin' you so why won't you see?
some people are born so much closer to the sun
holdin' out their hands and grabbin' golden rays, they are the chosen few
but we both know of course that's not you or me
and I'd be telling the truth if I said it don't matter, so how bout you? Even though Ryan was usually under good standing with the Clefs, he always felt contempt for everything they stood for. He was a native Musician, and had never even heard of music's existance until a friend brought it up one day. It was kind of like drugs, your parents would always tell you "Don't ********, drink, or do drugs," but they never told you about music - they figured if you didn't know what it was there wouldn't be any curiousity about it. So wehn Ry's best friend decided to make a group based around this music thing... He did. And he never looked back since. can you tell me really you don't need it, you don't want it
if you can, cool, if you can't, the difference between us
people are born with
people are born without
some people have
and others want
what some go without
some people live free
some people just want more
as for me I got all that I need
don't got much but I got what I need Even though they'd gone their seperate ways, and the music trade had grown a buch since then, Ry still couldn't get rid of his addiction, nor would he ever want to. It was one of those things that had always made him happy. He didn't think he could live without it. And that was why, as the Nu leader turned into the abandoned garage of the warehouse, he had decided oh so long a go he was going to provide these things to people.... Even if it were for a price. Ryan stopped his bike and put his feet on the ground. He looked around to make sure no one was around, and walked his bike into a nearby alleyway and dumped it. Then he went to the garage grunted as he pulled up the handle, quickly slipping inside the building before the door slammed shut behind him. some people are always reachin' for some things that they don't need
I'll tell you now with thoughts like that there will never be enough
some people always struggling for something that is not
I'll tell you something now that I'm really just fine lovin' what I got It took him about two minutes of searching around in the pitch blackness to find the string hanging from the cieling to turn the light on. Once that was done, he went to the table, and sat down with a forceful, annoyed sigh at all the paperwork lying there. Looked like he was the first one back again. "November, November.." he tried to finer through the papers, looking for the Plans for the new Headphone Jack. Ryan liked to have hardcopies of everything; didn't trust computers. "Ah, there it is. Jack of November 10..." Just a few more weeks now. Ryan grabbed a pencil and started reading over the plans again. It should be fairly routine, but he wasn't sure if they had enough money to buy all they wanted this go 'round. The Clefs had been heightening their activity around the borders lately, and this was going to be the last Jack for a rather long time. After this, they were going to try and lay low for a few months.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 1:34 pm
I am a man of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my day.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky,
The place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was born and raised ) John almost slumber off while the truck slowly moved forward in the afternoon traffic. "Those damn cyclists. Think they own the road!" John looked up as the driver spoke. They had stopped at a red light. There was a bicycle disappering into the distance. "We had a red light..." The driver yanked up his arm violently. "That is not the point! Even if it is a red light he should have gone off the bicycle and lead it over the street!" John looked up. "It is a green light" For six long years I've been in trouble,
No pleasures here on earth I found.
For in this world I'm bound to ramble,
I have no friends to help me now.
(He has no friends to help him now.) The truck was moving. The few houses that were left on their round was easy to fix and was done farily easy. They rolled into the station a quarter past six. There were some paperwork that neede to be done at half past six John got off the job. He went home and had a shower. And a change of clothes. He sat down with a cup of coffé before picking up a small pakage that was hidden underneath a floorboard. It's fare thee well my old lover.
I never expect to see you again.
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad,
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.
(Perhaps he'll die upon this train.)
You can bury me in some deep valley,
For many years where I may lay.
Then you may learn to love another,
While I am sleeping in my grave.
(While he is sleeping in his grave.) John put on a black jacket and hid the paper wrapped box inside of it. He went outside the apartment and took some deap breath in the fresh air. Then he headed for the buss that went to the neighbourhood that was close to the warehouse. Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face, you'll never see no more.
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.
(He'll meet you on God's golden shore.)
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 1:25 pm
Everybody was Kung Fu fighting.
Those kids were fast as lightning.
In fact it was a little bit fright'ning
But they fought with expert timing. "One! Two! Three! Four!
Five! Six! Seven! Eight!
One! Two! Three..!" Aria paced around the large room, her bare feet brushing the smooth wooden floor only gently as she did. Those icy blue eyes looked seriously at the group of people in front of her, as she counted out loud in a most commanding voice. Within the group were men and women, some older or younger than the others, all in white uniforms, with a variety of different belts. She wore very much the same white uniform, differenced by its black outlinings, as well as the black belt she wore, stating her rank. The black headband right over her eyebrows had its practical purpose of keeping the sweat dripping from her damp, pale blond hair from falling into her eyes. It was more or less the same routine every day, yet it never ceased to be as fulfilling as it was for Aria. All the tension and stress from the previous day would be washed away whenever she immersed herself in the discipline of her arts. Next was fighting in pairs. She looked over the encounters, advicing the newer disciples before going onto the more advanced ones. She had a single fight with the top student of the class. She was always impressed and glad to see how well the young woman was developing her skills. It was almost as though Aria was made to teach. There was but a single passion of hers that completely overwhelmed the pleasure of that task: Music. Aria took a shower before leaving the school, having a word with the Master just as she went past the paper slide doors and outside. I'm walking on sunshine, woooah
and don't it feel good!! She was in a particularily good mood, and even smiled at the group of Clefs that were having donuts at the bakery right at the corner. They recognized her, giving her a grudging look that she ignored entirely. They knew her from her weekly visits to her mother in prison. Aria had gotten into enough trouble at school to catch their attention, but they never did catch her red-handed with musical goods. It was a skill Aria was proud of performing: keeping a clean record. She kept on walking, and very soon got to her house a few blocks away from the school. She kept her thoughts entertained, thinking about the next party, only three days away. She was working on this one song that she loved very much, and hoped the rest of the gang would love as well. She wondered if any of the people were home at this hour, or if she'd received any calls.
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