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RP Samples
Band RP- Intro
- Twilight Scorn - ►♥◄ Jule ►♥◄  We All Have Our RitualsJule, the enigmatic Jule, youngest of the band, but the unfortunate star. At least he liked to think so. He was young and dumb. He was smart enough to stay away from drugs and drinking. He sighed as he sat in their private bathroom putting on make-up. The other guys, they weren't into it. They called it trendy. Jule however was doing it before he was in the band, not because it was trendy. It just made him look so damn good. He wasn't going to let anything ruin tonight. That BreyBaby girl was going to be there. Normally Jule gave every one a chance, but this girl was cutting hard into him.
It was fine if she bashed Eli's lyrics but she went after the music he wrote as well. Jule took pride in his music. It was a little simple, but effective. He was trying to get more experimental, but the guys, especially Eli seemed to not appreciate it. He snuck one song on their second cd, but no one liked it. He just decided to give up on it for their upcoming third cd, which they were in the process of writing while on tour. He hated bands that would ride on one cd for years. But he was lucky to get in the band. A friend of a friend mentioned it to the guys that he had a knack for writing music and a killer voice to back it up.
His parents were music freaks, Jule could play bass, drums, guitar, saxophone, violin and piano. He had a lot of spare time because he never did any of his work in school. He never did well in school and his parents didn't care. It wasn't their fault they couldn't afford to send their son, a musical prodigy to a private school to nurture his talents. He just played sax in the school band. Yes he was a band geek. But he had impeccable style and a "I don't give a s**t about what you think" attitude. In fact if he went back to his old high school to visit the jerks who constantly made fun of him and beat him up they would kiss his feet just because he was famous. And the girls. He sighed. None of the fan girls sparked his interest. They all liked him because he was hot.
A truth none the less. He sighed and began thinking about that rotten girl. He screwed up on his eye liner and ran it all over his eye. "s**t!" he shouted from the bathroom. He had to quick grab a tissue and try to fix it. It looked a little smudged but he didn't have much time. He wasn't even dressed. He got up and went into the little room the rest of the guys were sitting in. He hated being the youngest. "How much longer do we have... Ihave to get dressed, try to fix my face... and that girl is coming, plus the contest winners!" He was doing it again. Not tonight Jule, any other night, but not tonight... He was getting panicky. It hadn't happened this whole tour, everything was fine. But now everything was wrong.
He didn't wait for an answer from his friends. He liked to hope they were his friends, he often felt like they only strung him along because they had too. Well... atleast with Eli and Tom. He sighed and went into their dressing room and started flinging clothes around. He finally decided on a tight fitting shirt and some ripped black jeans. A little ascot tied around his neck, black with hot pink skulls on it. Purple was his favorite color, but it never looked good on him. He just had his signature purple guitar. He never let it leave his sight. Usually. Where is it? He was looking for his black bandanna, also thinking about his guitar. He found a blue bandanna, it didn't match to well but he folded into a long strip and put it around his choppy black hair.
He came back into their little room near panic. "My guitar... where is it... and... that girl... with the blog... contest winners..." He collapsed onto a free chair and held his head in his hands. Softly speaking to himself. "Not tonight... not tonight..." Ever the drama queen once Jule got this way, it was hard for him to get out of it and be himself for awhile. Now that girl really had a reason to hate them, she would ask for an interview and he would just sit there saying things he didn't mean. He would ruin the band. His brain was going a mile a minute. He couldn't stop... couldn't they just go on and get this night over.
Real Life RP- Middle of RP
- Twilight Scorn - ||PuCk|| ϟ ₰ ♥ ←♂ Love Laboured LostPuck had just found the song he wanted to listen to, to help him unwind when, as if a ghost Aaron was standing over him. He was slightly sprawled on the bench and he slowly took the ear buds out. He didn't want to blow his cover, though Aaron seemed convinced that he was the secret admirer. He had two paths he could follow now, which to choose. How did he really feel about Aaron. He couldn't help but look at him like he hadn't seen him in ages. Well it was true. The whole summer they didn't see each other. Thats when it was hard. Thats when the thoughts came.
Without Aaron around all summer, Puck realized him missed him a lot. The girl he dated over the summer, she was no good. But such is with summer love. He couldn't help be distracted all the time, thinking about Aaron. Who was now standing in front of him and probably thought he was a horrible person. Would he lie to him about who he was, or would he tell him the truth. It was fairly obvious he was secretly Myspace stalking him. And he had tried to make amends at the beginning of the year, but Aaron's sister got in the way.
He stood up and smiled. Puck was fairly tall standing about 6'2". He was always slightly embarrassed by his height, but a lot of people were tall in the city. He was embarrassed about all he had done. He should have just called him and decided to meet him, not spend months talking to him on Myspace and then finally setting up this stupid meeting in the park. Gah what was he thinking. This was a really bad idea. He looked down at him. He loved Aaron didn't he....
"Hi... um... what would you do to me if I told you that was true?" There he basically confessed it. He wanted to hug him so badly. He had never hugged Aaron before, but he wanted it now. What was he doing. He looked around a little distracted, but in truth he was completely anxious and wanted to get out of this situation now. He just didn't know what he was doing. What had made him think this way. He was getting really upset. He hoped Aaron wouldn't pick up on that. First he had to apologize and then everything would be back to normal. He couldn't date Aaron, he would be shunned at school. He would be lying if he didn't like being popular.
He stared at him a long time without saying anything. Yes the awkward silence, most feared of all social situations. But what could he do. What could he say. He wanted to say he was sorry but he was just standing there staring at him. Oh Aaron say something please! He hoped to God Aaron wasn't mad at him. But he should be. It was true Puck was a real a** hole to him last year. He deserved whatever he got. Even a broken heart.
Vampire RP- Mid post
- Twilight Scorn - The Fate of the World
Rests on His Shoulders  XanHe was feeling very miserable. He stood in line at the Mall Starbucks for what seemed forever. He glared at the people staring at him. He wondered what was so wrong with him. He zipped up his hoodie and popped the hood. It was so cold in the mall today. He really needed that hot, smooth chai latte. He needed it now. He could feel the minor anger rising in him, like a rapid creature clawing to the top. Why was he getting so worked up about a latte? He blinked a couple times and controlled himself. He must have a wicked flu virus or something. The girl at the counter smiled hesitantly at him when he ordered, but she obiediently took his money.
Xan immediatly collapsed into a nice comfy sofa. He felt good there. The barriesta must have noticed he wasn't feeling well so she braught the drink to him. He smiled, she blinked a little bit, like she had seen a ghost and quickly went back behind the counter. Xan assumed they weren't supposed to do that. He picked up a deck of cards, that were previously being used for rummy and organized them into a game of solitaire as he waited around for the latte to warm him up.
The warm drink certainly made him feel better, but he was still not feeling right. He sat there, sipping his latte for a long time. Eyeing the cards. Something, well something would happen soon. No one was calling or anything. He frowned as he didn't seem like he was going to win this particular game of solitaire any time soon. His drink was half gone, but he didn't have the strength or motivation to get up.
 - Twilight Scorn - · Mon Nov 12, 2007 @ 04:48pm · 0 Comments |
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