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| [fancypost bgcolor=white; background:url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/e74…jif6i1z71u24v4lo3_250.gif) center; background-size: cover;box-shadow: 5px 5px #0198E1; border: none; height: 80px; width: 60px; margin-top: 10px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/earfrkp.gif) center; background-size: cover;box-shadow: 5px 5px #0198E1; border: none; height: 80px; width: 60px; margin-top: 20px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; background:url(http://66.media.tumblr.com/f0c…jif6i1z71u24v4lo2_250.gif) center; background-size: cover;box-shadow: 5px 5px #0198E1; border: none; height: 80px; width: 60px; margin-top: 20px;][/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; height: 20px; width: 200px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px;text-align: left; font-size: 25px; font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase; color:#0198E1;]“ GUNNER BAUER.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 220px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 3px; margin-left:15px; border-radius: 6px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 220px; height: 270px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width:220px; min-height:270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #B6AFA9; font-family: arial;] Muse A and Muse B are both talented young musicians, both drumming for two different touring bands. They're happy, touring around the country, making noise just to make ends meet, until Muse A makes one slip up and gets cut from the band. That same night, Muse B also does something stupid and gets kicked out of their band. Both bands are without drummers, and both drummers are without bands. They're both stuck half across the country, not knowing where to go or how to get home. So both end up putting whatever money they have left, grab a motel and try to figure out what to do. Unfortunately, they don't have enough funds nor the right connections to get shipped back home. [b]TWIST A: The two are already in a romantic relationship, or close friends. TWIST B: The two actually have a deep loathing for each other and are unaware of how they can tolerate each other under such circumstances. TWIST C: Muse A gets a call from Muse B's old band, asking if Muse A could play. Whereas Muse B gets a called from Muse A's old band, asking if they could play in turn. **** - please be semi advanced and up. I expect a few paragraphs from you and good grammar and spelling (I totally understand if English isn't your first language!). I put quite a bit of work in my replies - it's both discouraging and annoying when all I get is one or two paragraphs with little effort. Unless you have low muse, I really appreciate at least three paragraphs. And with detail and stuff. also if you post like two replies and then don't answer, i will actually cry. - I literally don't care about swearing. You don't have to censor, even if it's a lot of cussing. Just don't use slurs - that's all I'm asking. - It doesn't matter what muse you are. They're both equally significant and have the same roles. I prefer you play a male, around 21, as Gunner is 21. Also, I added extra twists at the end of the plot, so if you want to go with one of those, that's fine, or if you have your own, that's also fine !! just please let me know in your response so I'll know where to go. - please know that this roleplay will be mature. There will be sensitive topics - the main characters are elbowing their ways to fame, which could potentially mean substance abuse, anxiety, disorders and so on. My character generally cusses a lot, and drinks quite a bit. she also has some stuff from her past that will most likely be brought up. If you have any particular triggers, please let me know, and I will accommodate as to not make you feel uncomfortable! - so basically, hop in with a reply and whatever. Please state if you want a specific twist, so I can keep that in mind. A form isn't needed, but appreciated !! Also please, for the love of God, don't use drawn images as face claims !! **** A sea of voices sang along to the last song - a rock song that made the guitarist thrash the stage, the bassist hop into the crowd, and the singer start screaming. A bunch of fans started appearing, towering over the rest of the crowd, and being carried around with multiple hands. One ended up on the stage. A frantic, wide-eyed boy, who let a big mischievous smile crawl on his face. The security were yelling at him to get down, but he stepped back, got a running start and flung himself into the crowd. If Gunner could do this every night for the rest of her life, she would. Her knuckles started to burn and ache. She had grown very tired, but the adrenaline rushing through her veins, the dopamine racing with her pulse, kept her going. even though her skin started to break and fresh blood was splattering on her drums, it's still a beautiful feeling. The stinging of wood didn't bother her. Her blood staining her set didn't bother her. Nothing did. Not when she was on stage behind her set. The last hit on the ride left the crowd going wild. The lead singer, a boy with a mop of red-red hair put his fists up, thanking the crowd of the rather small venue one last time. The same thing he says every night - "tip your bartenders, use protection, thank you for coming and have a good night!". The lights faded quickly, allowing the musicians to take a breather for a moment. The cheers died down, people began to file over to the bar area of the club, or down to the basement where the real party was at. An orange ambiance dimmed on, illuminating the stage, just enough so the musicians can see where they were going whilst they rushed back and forth, putting away their gear, loading stuff into cases. Gunner had to sit down for a moment - she plopped herself on the floor, sitting criss-crossed. She needed a rest. She could do it all night, yeah, but she needed just - just a nice rest. A moment to cool down. And, fortunately, her mates agreed, and sat down near her. She tugged at her shirt, trying to cool her hot body down, the material clinging to the salty sweat on her skin. Her throat ran dry. Her teeth started to gnash in irritation after each clearing of her throat. Her eyes rolled in annoyance, her hands shaking just a bit. Her after-party was starting - the crashing after an adrenaline rush, the realization that she had spilled beer on herself, and the regret of not calling and checking in on her aunt. "Gunner," The guitarist, a pretty girl with dark skin and big brown eyes, and big hips to boast, sat down near Gunner. She had a cup of booze in her hand, held out in front of Gunner. The strong stench caused the freckled girl to crinkle her nose. It generally would be appealing, except she believes the smell of beer and sweat shouldn't be mixed. Her stomach did a somersault, her hand pushing the drinks way. The dark girl with the long green dreads shrugged. "Oh, well? Huh. Suit yourself." The cinematic scene had turned into the most anticlimactic interaction ever. Everyone had turned morbidly silent, while they listened to the chatter of the crowd. The multiple voices were starting to die down. Now all Gunner wants is to take a really, really, reeeallly long nap. But she couldn't yet. By now, she had grown tired of sitting around, her head on Melanie's - that's the guitarist - shoulder. "Well," Gunner starts to get up from her trancey state. "I'm leaving. Have fun doing whatever you need to do." "Oh, Gunner," Taylor, the red haired singer, turned all the way, looking at her as she walked away. She rolled her eyes, stopped in her tracks and peeked over her own shoulder. The air got really still. "I need to talk to you in a bit, okay? We have to discuss something before we get back to the hotel." Everyone's eyes settled on her, as if they knew what was going on. Maybe they did. Who knows. Gunner offers and a small uh-huh in return and is off to find a new adventure. // i left this space open, so you could introduce your character, and set where they're at. Or perhaps you'd like them to run into Gunner backstage or something. Whatever you do, I'll go from there. thanks <3 |
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