Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)
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				Title: <strong>Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsNotRoses</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 03:15:22</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f169/Harlequin-Lily/Photo%20Reffs/julie-becker-by-juan-patino-a-1.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>One band. Seven members. Big dreams.</strong><br><br>Cliché, I know – but this was <em>perfect</em>. After winning a regional Battle of the Bands, Beethoven's Legacy had been accepted onto the Shock and Awe Tour. It was a circuit intended to help up-and-coming rock and alternative bands find their feet and expand their fan base. It seemed like an ideal opportunity, and they jumped at the chance to join. The tour wasn’t high on funding, and though the members would be paid at their gigs they’d have to cover their own expenses, including transportation. <br><br>The only problem? It’s first date is also the only Canadian stop, and it’s all the way across the country in Montreal. From Vancouver that’s almost 5000 kilometers and by car will take about ten days.<br><br>So! Find a van, buy a map, pool your expenses, and off you go. Easy, right?<br><br>Not so much.<br><br><strong>You know when it feels like God is just out to get you?</strong><br><br><em>This is one of those times. <br></em><br><br><br><strong>--------------------</strong><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>[OOC Chat] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?board=340.0)</strong></span> </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsNotRoses</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 03:40:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Profile Skeleton</strong></span></div><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img](Photo of your character)[/img][/floatleft] [size=14pts][b](Your characters place in the band, ie – ‘The Drummer’)[/b][/size]<br>[center][i][b]Basic Information[/b][/i][/center]<br>[b]Name: [/b]<br>[b]Stage Name:[/b] (If applicable)<br>[b]Birthdate: [/b]<br>[b]Gender: [/b]<br>[b]Orientation: [/b]<br><br><br>[center][i][b]Stats[/b][/i][/center]<br>[b]Eyecolour:[/b]<br>[b]Haircolour:[/b]<br>&nbsp;[b]Weight: [/b]<br>[b]Height: [/b]<br>[b]Other Distinguishing Features: [/b]<br><br>[center][i][b]Background Check[/b][/i][/center]<br><br>[b]Personality:[/b] (A paragraph + would be nice)<br><br>[b]History: [/b](Another paragraph +, please)<br><br>[b]Additional Notes:[/b]<br></code></pre><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>If you have reserved a character in the OOC thread, please fill out this form and <strong>PM it to me</strong>!</em></span></div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>--------------------</strong></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Character Profiles</strong></span></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lead Guitar</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f169/Harlequin-Lily/Photo%20Reffs/julie_becker-7.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Lead Guitarist</strong></span><br><em>Band Leader</em></div><br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Basic Information</strong></em></div><strong>Legal Name: </strong> Marie (formerly Jonathan) Baptiste<br><strong>Stage Name:</strong> Mimi St John <br><strong>Age: </strong> 22<br><strong>Gender: </strong>Female<br><strong>Orientation: </strong>Bisexual<br><br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Stats</strong></em></div><strong>Eyecolour:</strong> Dark Brown<br><strong>Haircolour:</strong> Black<br>&nbsp;<strong>Weight: </strong> 130lbs<br><strong>Height: </strong>5’10”<br><strong>Other Distinguishing Features: </strong> Mimi has covered well over half her body in brightly coloured tattoos. Despite her love of ink, she has only a few piercings – her ears, tongue, navel, and nipples. She can usually be seen sporting lots of heavy, clunky jewelry.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Background Check</strong></em></div><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Mini is neurotic. She’s self-possessed, and over confident, and occasionally paranoid. She has a short temper, and a passive aggressive streak a mile wide. She also smokes too much.<br><br>But that said, Mimi is also deeply creative and an excellent musician. She prides herself on her creations, and has a deep yearning for individuality. What she cannot express through words she does through song, which might account for her numerous compositions.&nbsp; While her hard veneer cannot be completely explained away as a side-effect of bullying as a child, it’s likely that this played a part in her emotional development.&nbsp; Mimi also goes out of her way to appear different and unique, and though she has been known to mope and hold a grudge, she is generally an enthusiastic and driven band leader. She is loud and outgoing, she enjoys her alcohol, rock music and recreational drugs, and random hook-ups. When she's in a good mood, she's genuinely fun person to be around, and knows how to throw a hell of a party. She likes to think of herself as the face of the Beethoven's Legacy.<br><br>Mimi tends to cling to the people she loves, as though frightened they might abandon her. Loved ones, however, are not necessarily safe from her blunt criticism or harsh personality. Mimi often finds herself apologizing rather than deciding not to say something. Her attitude can often best be described as ‘get them before they get me’.<br><br><strong>History: </strong> When Mimi was born, her parents called her Jonathan. She spent the first two years of her life in Quebec City, before moving to Vancouver following her parent’s divorce. Her father never remarried, and Mimi grew up without a mother, siblings, or any extended family. She has a very close bond with her dad;&nbsp; he's one of the few people for whom Mimi will take her shields down.<br><br>As a child, Mimi was never very socially adept. She didn’t fit in with the boys or the girls, and spent much of her time alone. In an attempt to keep her occupied and help her gain confidence, her father began teaching her to play the piano when she was six. Shortly after, Mimi began to compose her own songs. At ten she picked up her first guitar, and it has been her favourite instrument ever since.<br><br>During her teenage years, music proved to be a form of escape for Mimi. In elementary school she did her best to be ignored by her classmates, but once middle school rolled around it became common knowledge that she was ‘some sort of fag’. That was when the bullying began. Mimi, however, has never been the sort to take shit like that lying down, and after a number of fights the people willing to harass her dwindled, and Mimi was once again ostracized. While the Mimi from grade six would have been happy to be left alone, something had changed in her, and rather than avoiding fights, she began to seek them out. Soon enough <em>she</em> was the bully, and generally feared in the hallways. Perhaps she was desperate for a sense of power or control, perhaps it was some misguided self-defense mechanism. Maybe she's just a jerk. In any case, she faced expulsion in grade ten, and that was when her dad decided to take her out of school and seek counselling. She 'came out' shortly thereafter.<br><br>In the end, Mimi wound up spending the rest of highschool being homeschooled over the internet, while she transitioned. It wasn’t a big deal for her – she liked the freedom it offered, and was glad to get away from the kids who’d tormented her. However she couldn’t help but feel like she was missing out – highschool was supposed to be fun; boys and friends and parties. She never got to experience any of that, locked away as she was, with her guitar for company. That might explain why she basically exploded into a pile of promiscuity and tattoos and personality after headed off the collage. She finally had a chance to live out the things she’d dreamt about as a friendless highschooler.<br><br>Believe it or not, she managed to make friends in collage - actual friends, with similar interests and dreams - and James McKenzy was among them.The rest is pretty much history – or at least it will be, once Mimi makes it big.<br><br><strong>Additional Notes:</strong> Mimi is absolutely terrible with money, and should not be trusted with it.&nbsp; She also can’t read music.<br><br></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lead Singer</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/15332554665/1/tumblr_lx736f07Gt1qd89d4)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lead Singer</strong></span><br><em>Band Leader</em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Basic Information</strong></em></div><strong>Name: </strong> James McKenzy<br><strong>Birthdate: </strong> April 1989 (22)<br><strong>Gender: </strong> Male<br><strong>Orientation: </strong> Straight<br><br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Stats</strong></em></div><strong>Eyecolour:</strong> Brown<br><strong>Haircolour:</strong> Brown<br>&nbsp;<strong>Weight: </strong> 165 lbs<br><strong>Height: </strong> 6'1<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Background Check</strong></em></div><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br><br>James is a leader. Someone you trust on when they needed to be done. In college everyone thought that he was annoying but because of him did things get done. The others have frequently tried to work without him but they fell short. Most of them didn't listen to the assignments and that made it difficult to finish things. James always took care of that kind of things. He's mediagenic, he knows what to do around cameras and how to bring the things he wanted to say. Other things about him. He's smart and caring. James will always try protect his friends against potential danger. Last but not least, he loves pretty women. After a night of partying it's not unthinkable that you won't find him in the bar. James is the guy that you look for in the beds of the girls that have been there. With his charming qualities he gets the things done quite often. <br><br><strong>History: </strong><br><br>He had always been a singer. From the moment he started to listen to music his parents noticed his pure tone. They wanted him to join the church choir but that was not the kind of music that the little boy preferred. He wanted to be a singer like Mark Hoppus. Church didn't interest him but he had to join the choir anyway. He did a great job the as one of the best singers but they disliked him and after a year he had to quit because he was too annoying. It was exactly what he wanted. Getting away from the choir was his first big step in his career. He started some bands with his friends in junior high but those didn't really work out because his friends were not talented enough.<br><br>Highschool was the time that he felt like a normal kid with friends that seemed to be normal. He had good grades and that made him decided to go to a good college. In there his love for music became clear again and he became friends with people that had the same dream. They wanted to start a punk band. James wasn't a punker with a mohawk, tattoos and piercings himself. He never felt the urge to do that and knew he didn't need to do that if he wanted to be one of them. If you saw him alone he'd be a normal guy but his friends where the ones that were visible in every crowd. Like Marie Baptiste, she's one of his friends since college. She's all covered in tattoos but they still know that they can trust eachother and that they can count on eachother to make this band 'Beethoven's Legacy' sound great.</div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Back-up Guitar</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">’The Back-up Guitarist’ <strong></strong></span><br><div align="center"><strong><em>Basic Information</em></strong></div><strong>Name:</strong> Reid Jackson<br><strong>Stage Name:</strong>&nbsp; Red<br><strong>Birthdate:</strong> March 3rd, 1990<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual<br><br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Stats</strong></em></div><strong>Eyecolour:</strong> Green<br><strong>Haircolour:</strong> Dyed Red(Naturally Brown)<br><strong> Weight:</strong> 115 lbs<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5’4<br><strong>Other Distinguishing Features:</strong> Lean and incredibly adorable.&nbsp; Both of his ears are pierced with hanging gold-colored metal ovals.&nbsp; His tongue is pierced with a stud.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"><strong><em>Background Check</em></strong></div><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Reid is a pretty smart guy, though very, very shy.&nbsp; Despite this shyness, he still likes to go out to clubs, get a drink, and enjoy a nice dance.&nbsp; He just tends to get very nervous around Alpha personalities, and has a hard time talking to them.&nbsp; Despite this, he’s a very talented musician, and is capable of getting over such shyness by focusing on his music on stage.&nbsp; He’s fun to have around, if easily teased.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>History:</strong> Reid Jackson was born in Vancouver, and has lived there his entire life.&nbsp; His life has always been one of obscurity, constantly plagued by a sense of inadequacy fed to him by being the second youngest child of a family of seven children.&nbsp; Never quite the center of attention, ever in his life.&nbsp; &nbsp;His grades came out average, despite having a head for studying, but severe anxiety caused slippery grades.&nbsp; The one thing in his life that he cared about was his adoration for music, and practiced his guitar playing every day of his high school career up to present.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>When he turned 18, Reid moved out of his house and moved in with a few fellow musicians.&nbsp; During the next couple of years, he was introduced to the world of bands, notably the drug-use and rampant promiscuity that often goes with it.&nbsp; Reid is no heavy user, thankfully, and just occasionally enjoys a joint.&nbsp; Reid floated around dance-clubs and music contests this entire time until he became a member of Beethoven’s Legacy, after drawing the attention of one interesting woman. <br><br><strong>Additional Notes:</strong>&nbsp; Shy, but lovable, one could almost call him the One Sane Man of the band, though that certainly doesn’t pull him away from any of the whacky antics that life on the road brings! </div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Bassist</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/330/b/d/francescapanic__by_famousmonsterforever-d4he0mg.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Krystal DeOrna - Bassist</strong></span></span><br><br><strong>Name: </strong> Krystal DeOrna<br><strong>Birthdate: </strong> April 16th, 1994 (Seventeen)<br><strong>Gender: </strong> Female<br><strong>Orientation: </strong> Bisexual, Lesbian Leaning<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/330/3/3/francescapanic__by_famousmonsterforever-d4he0r0.jpg)</div><br><em><strong>Stats</strong></em><br><strong>Eyecolour:</strong> Dark Blue<br><strong>Haircolour:</strong> Dyed Red (Black Natural)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Weight: </strong> 110 lbs.<br><strong>Height: </strong> 5'3"<br><strong>Other Distinguishing Features: </strong><br>Krystal loves piercings, and has a wide collection of them herself. She has several along each ear, two along her lips, two on her nose, one on her navel, one above her right eyebrow, and several other desirable ones that many do not know about. She loves dying her hair, and her current favorite color is a bright red. She is rather short, but surprisingly strong, able to go toe to toe in a little fight with most of the guys. Her size makes her bass playing look a bit silly at times due to the size of the instrument.<br><br><em><strong>History</strong></em><br>Krystal grew up in a foster home in a backwater city in Canada. She had a few friends that stuck with her from a young age, and as they grew into their teens, their dreams of being rock stars began. Unluckily for Krystal, her natural talent was leagues ahead of the others. As they aged, they played small gigs around town. Everybody knew of their sexy, talented bass player. Word didn't spread very far though, since the town was in the middle of nowhere. As Krystal finally began to realize she had to fend for herself and make a living, she began to apply for bands that could support her lifestyle. She recorded videos of her shredding and was finally recently accepted into the Beethoven's Legacy. She hasn't been in the band long, but her raw talent has already shown through dozens of times. She was born to be a rocker, and she lives for moments on the stage.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br>Krystal is an extremely laid back girl. She likes to go with the flow, and is about as far away from spoiled as possible. She doesn't care much for money, but cares more about pleasure. Her favorite things seem to be food and women, both of which she cannot seem to get enough of. She has a wide taste for women, often sleeping with some that are old or 'under her league' for her own amusement and kicks. She doesn't speak a whole lot, and is often sarcastic and, at times, a bit mean. Deep down she's just a fun loving girl whose personality comes out best in front of fans. She has a very cult-like fan base that has already begun following her, though they are few in number.<br><br><strong>Additional Notes:</strong><br>Krystal never took lessons and learned entirely by herself. She likes giving gifts to people. She wants to learn how to sing and play drums as well, though her heart will always be for the bass.</div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Piano/Violin</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i444/reia-elliquiy/Character%20Profiles/Bailey/bailey_03.png)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Pianist/Violinist <strong></strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Bailey Laurent<br><strong>Stage Name:</strong> Bee<br><strong>Birthdate:</strong> December 10, 1992 (19)<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual<br><br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Stats</strong></em></div><strong>Eyecolour:</strong> Blue<br><strong>Haircolour:</strong> Red<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 115<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'7"<br><strong>Other Distinguishing Features:</strong> Her clothes tend to make her stand out in a crowd. She dresses in vintage clothing that have bright colors and patterns, often her pieces clash but she manages to pull it off. She also carries a large canvas bag (her friends tease her because of how huge it is) that slings over her shoulder and <em>never</em> leaves home without it.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Background Check</strong></em></div><br><strong>Personality:</strong> A definite spree-spirit, she often skips her general education classes to go exploring - be it on campus or around town. She tends to jump from one thing to another and the only thing she's stuck with for long is her music and being part of the band. Baily is sweet and kind hearted, always ready with a smile and a laugh. In many ways she's a bit of an innocent and tends to view the world with rose colored glasses. She also has a fiery temper and if pushed, can easily explode.<br><br><strong>History:</strong><br><br>Bailey is the only child of two eccentric hippies. Her parents own a large bit of acreage and she lived there all her life. She was homeschooled and hadn't stepped into an actual classroom until her first day of Freshman year. Her parents were both into music, classical only, and made sure that Baily was familiar with at least two instruments. Fortunately for them she grew to love playing the violin and piano. Out of the two, however, she much prefers the violin, as it allows her to move around.<br><br>When it came time for university, Bailey decided she wanted to try living out in the real world - something her mother still hasn't forgiven her for. When she first arrived in Vancouver, she was wide eyed and fascinated with everything. Not much has changed, though she doesn't quite find <em>every</em> little thing as amazing as she used to. <br><br>At school she's doing a double major in art and music, but she has a hard time sitting still for long and actually paying attention. She's a good student and does well - though she tends to miss class more often than not.<br><br>She doesn't have many friends, at the moment her closest is Colin Brody, someone she met when she needed her old Game Boy fixed. They hit it off and though they seem to have very different personalities, get along well.<br><br><strong>Additional Notes:</strong> Baily is often quiet, but when you get her going, it can be hard to shut her up.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Drummer</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://hoopeduponline.com/wp-content/gallery/brittanya_o_campo/brittanya_o_campo7.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Drummer</strong></span><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Basic Information</strong></em></div><strong>Name:</strong> Megan "Mayhem" Cohen <br><strong>Stage Name:</strong> Mayhem<br><strong>Birthdate: </strong> August 21st, 1990<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual - Voyeur<br><br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Stats</strong></em></div><strong>Eyecolour:</strong> Unknown. Megan wears contacts of different kinds. <br><strong>Haircolour:</strong> Black<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 110<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'8<br><strong>Other Distinguishing Features:</strong> Megan has a penchant for tattoos. Her right arm is covered in them, as well as her hands/knuckles, legs, pelvis, and a large Chinese dragon mural on her back. Her nipples are pierced with small silver hoops as well as her cheeks.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Background Check</strong></em></div><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Megan can come off as indifferent to those who don't know her too well. More of a loner and quiet, shes often found watching others with interest. That's perhaps when she enjoys voyeurism. Megan is almost known to take things in excess. She drinks heavily and abuses narcotics with little interest in her own safety. To her band mates shes known to speak little, so when she does speak, its often treated as a rare occurrence. <br><br><strong>History: </strong> Megan was 10 when she left Israel. Her parents had enough of the conflict there and decided to raise their child in New York. However with little money, they were not able to afford the trip for all 3 of them. So Megan was sent off to New York, to stay with her Aunt. It was 2 months later that Megan received news that her parents had been killed in a bombing. <br><br>With no parents, her Aunt had to raise Megan by herself. Enrolling her into school, Megan had a hard time fitting in. Being of a different culture, she was often found alone and ostracized by the other students. The young Megan was filled with anger and hate and often fought back against bullies, in which she would be suspended from school. <br><br>Seeing that Megan needed an outlet for her rage, her Aunt enrolled her into a music program. Before Long Megan had taken up the drums, a fitting instrument for her personality. At this point Megan is vague on her past. She often says she dropped out of high school and went south, to the 'Cross Roads' to sell her soul to Satan to become the best Drum player. After that she answered a call for a local band needing a drummer and that is how she hooked up with Beethoven's Legacy. <br><br><strong>Additional Notes:</strong> Megan enjoys drunken orgies, voyeurism, group sex and anything else that can be abused. Shes addicted to assorted pills. She often gets into deep stages of depression, her music often reflecting her state of mind. </div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Roadie</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bWwJu.jpg)</div> <br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>‘The Roadie’</strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Basic Information</strong></em></div><strong>Name:</strong> Colin Brody<br><strong>Birthdate:</strong> June 21, 1991<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Heterosexual<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Stats</strong></em></div><strong>Eyecolour:</strong> Hazel, however he's often seen wearing purple contacts.<br><strong>Haircolour:</strong> Dark Brown, practically black, though often dyed with purple streaks.<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 198<br><strong>Height:</strong> 6'0<br><strong>Other Distinguishing Features:</strong> Colin wears all types of clothing, however most of his outfits usually are composed of only bright white and dark black. He feels that such clothing choice brings out his favorite color, purple, which he wears in no other form than jewelry (rings, necklaces and Helix Peircings), dyed streaks in his hair and the contacts he wears oh so often. There are faint burns on his arms, scars he'd gotten while working in Vancouver, and he is always seen with headphones of some sort on his head, tucked in his shirt or hanging around his neck.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Background Check</strong></em></div><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Colin is a simple man on the surface. He, like all other people, expresses a wide range of emotions, but he defaults on a distant attitude around strangers. Despite his choice to be initially distant, he's in no way shy, and doesn't have a problem speaking out or stepping up when need be. His job does, after all, require him to communicate with the band to ensure his job gets done and done well, and he often tries his hardest to keep on people's good side so long as they stay on his.<br><br>It is only when one sticks around long enough, when Colin finds that he can trust someone, or when he's had a few too many drinks, that those around him finally realize who Colin really is. Behind his aloof demeanor lies an eccentric, fun loving man, someone with a decent sense of humor, and even a cocky streak now and again. His initial distance is due to a sort of paranoia he has, in which he feels he's being nothing but a bother to those around him when he expresses himself more freely. He's accepting of all types, an attitude that stems partly from his assumption that he's unwanted, and thus doesn't ever want to instill that same feeling in others. He is, however, stubborn, as far has his own actions and habits are. While he's willing to expand his circle, and willing to try new things, he'll never change himself drastically with the sole intention of catering to others.<br><br>As far as his job goes, he finds that it fits him well. He has embraced that as a Roadie, his job is to make sure the band looks as good as possible, stays as safe as possible on the stage he put together, and otherwise help them with pretty much whatever else they need assistance with. The spotlight isn't for him, and he won't get much credit, but that's just what his job entails. It bugs him sometimes. Sometimes he wishes he got a little bit of recognition, but it's hardly anything more than a minor bother. Usually, he's content working his ass off for the band, as a thank you to the friend that got him the position, and as his contribution to a band who's members are working just as hard.<br><br><strong>History:</strong> Colin was born and raised in Eureka, California, USA. He was an only child, however he didn't ever adapt the spoiled personality most single children came to have. He was the sole child of a woman who, at the time of his birth, had been reckless and young, mentally and financially unprepared to care for a child. It was a tough time for both he and his mother, but they made it through. She got an education, moved them into a decent, albeit small, house, and raised him as best she could. Ever since he'd been born, he had such boundless energy, and such a small place didn't give him much room to release such energy. So, he found other places to use as outlets.<br><br>He was immediately a problem for the teachers of his elementary school. He was all over the place, the most active and silly child in his class. This would persist throughout his school years, all the way up until high school, when his peers started to find it less and less amusing. Most would go as far as to say it was annoying, simply because he didn't know when to stop. His grades often slipped, but he never worried, as long as he was able to cut loose. Early in his high school career, though, the nonsense stopped, when someone finally got tired of it. He suffered a brutal beating, and from there was nothing but teasing, fights and standoffish behavior from almost everyone else around him. High school was miserable, and by the time he graduated, his mask of aloofness had fully developed. But it was in these years that he'd developed such an interest in electronics and technology.<br><br>From there he just sort of..vanished, really. He took on plenty of jobs, building computers, fixing broken machines, salvaging old electronics to sell new, and then he escaped. He left town shortly after his graduation. He left the state, too. Hell, he even got out of the country, all in the hopes of starting over. He drove all the way up to Vancouver, Canada, where he had an uncle, a mechanic, that could help him settle. He opened an illegitimate business out of his uncle's shop, working on any and all machines he could get his hands on. He enjoyed his work, and it payed well, well enough to get him his own place after a while. He made a friend or two, one of which being the reason he joined the band in the first place. He was more than reluctant to join..but eventually she convinced him. Not only that, but he saw it as an opportunity. He'd started over, and now it was time to expand his horizons.<br><br>And so it began.<br><br><strong>Additional Notes:</strong> Colin has a bit of musical talent himself, though not nearly as much as the members of the band do. He knows very basic guitar, and has screwed around with synthesizers, turntables and music making programs in his time. Making music digitally was once a major hobby of his, but has fallen to the wayside mostly. Also, as the band's sole roadie, security is among the duties he takes on whenever he needs to. He's no stranger to brawling.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsNotRoses</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 03:43:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Our Story So Far...<br></strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">[This will be filled in once we have all our members, and the RP has begun. It'll help us keep track of everything that's going on.]</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 22:02:38</strong>
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				The song sounded completely wrong and when for the fifteenth time she missed a note, Bailey felt the need to just pound at the keys. It wasn't unusual for her frustration to get the better of her and it was something that she usually waited to do when alone. She glanced at the clock and sighed - the others would be arriving soon and it was high time she got dressed.<br><br>At the moment Bailey was wearing nothing more than a delicate pair of panties and a lacy bra. As she made her way across the large expanse of her loft, the late afternoon light coming in from the large windows bathed her pale skin in golden warmth. She loved to go around her place nude, or almost nude, it gave her a sense of freedom she'd never felt before moving here. She reached the area designated as her room and stepped around one of the many ratty screens seperating it from the rest of the space. With a bit of effort she managed to find a pair of jeans and a thin t-shirt. The rest of her clothes were still packed and what she now wore was more than a little wrinkled.<br><br>Bailey glanced at herself in her full length mirror and shrugged. It didn't matter. The band was only coming over to talk things over before their trip and possibly practice. Her hair was loose, the long red tresses getting tangled, so she ran a brush through it and swept it up into a bun, sticking a few pencils and upcycled chopsticks she had laying around in it. Presentable enough, she supposed.<br><br>She headed back over to the living area, where her two second hand couches were and flopped down. The loft was more of a partially converted warehouse, one of five old buildings close to the university that a group of students had invaded a few years back. Hers was one of the ones in better shape than most, a large open area she had "inherited" from a violinist that had graduated the year before. It was mostly hers because before he had left, she had practically moved in with him, and no one else had been able to stake their claim with her there once he was gone.<br><br>A soft sigh escaped her lips and she huffed in annoyance. It's not that there wasn't anything for her to do at the moment. It was more that the music she had been given to work on was making her lose her mind. Either that or her piano had it out for her. Bailey turned her head and eyed her violin, resting haphazardly on it's case.<br><br>Maybe what she needed to do was try a different instrument.<br><br>She stood up and grabbed her violin, taking the bow out of the case. There was no need for her to look at the notes as she'd practically memorized the song and once her violin was in place, Bailey closed her eyes and let the instrument speak for her, it's dulcet tones easing her tension as she padded around her loft and played.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 22:54:56</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">James was hanging out at his place looking for some inspirating. He had written a few good songs so far and the band liked them but as a songwriter you can never stop. He was stuck and didn't know how to continue but when he looked at the clock he realized that it was time. The meeting of their band was in half an hour. He took a quick shower and dressed himself. A black Rise Against (http://acfrg.com/pics/300_209121a.jpg) shirt and some worn down jeans, the clothes of a punkrock singer. <br><br>This meeting at Bailey's place was really important to him because it would be the last discussion before they could play on their first real gig. Previously they had some low key gigs in local pubs and one really small festival that only got an attendance of like 200 people. It was enough to get notice by an organizer of a bigger event in Montreal though. They would be one of the groups that entertained the crowd before the main event. This would really help them to get the attention of the music lovers. It was a major opportunity for the group and Marie &amp; James didn't have to think twice about it. <br><br>There were some uncertainties though. James didn't know how the group would react on a trip in a van for that long. It would be the longest time that they were with eachother. So far they didn't have real troubles, there were some arguments sometimes but that was only because of the music and not because of the personalities in the group. James hoped that it would stay this way and that they got in Montreal without a fight.<br><br>When he was done in his house he headed up to Bailey's warehouse. It was really a warehouse and it could hardly be called a house when you saw the outside. The inside was better and it was a real comfortable home. The big open space in the living room was exactly what they needed for their group meetings. The six band members fitted easily in there and sometimes the roadie came with them too for some discussion. At this point they didn't really need a roadie but Colin was a good guy and it definitely helped them that he was around. James walked to Bailey's door and pushed on the bell.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 18:55:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luvorlVzf61r6gloio1_500.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Cohen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bailey's Place<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br></div>&nbsp; <br><br>Megan had taken a cab from her small apartment to Bailey's place. Megan at one point had the option of buying a car or a nice drum kit. Of course she had chose the drum kit. She was wearing black shirt that had the words "Sorry, I only date guys with Tattoos" on it, and a pair of rippled blue jeans that hung low on her waist. Her long black hair was long and loose, draped over her slender shoulders. <br><br>As the cab pulled up to Bailey's place, Megan lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. The cherry on the end glowed brightly as smoke wafted up wards from her nostrils. Black mirrored glasses hid Megan's eyes&nbsp; from view. The night before she had been parting at a club, and now she was a bit hung over. Stepping out of the cab she tosses the cab driver some cash, and headed to Bailey's door. <br><br>Knock. Knock. Knock. Megan banged on the door, her tattooed knuckles hitting the cold hard door. Megan loved tattoo's and hand them almost every where. On her back was a large Chinese dragon mural, her right arm was covered in a sleeve of colorful tattoos and her pelvis below her belly button was tattooed as well. Among body art she enjoyed piercings as well. Her own cheeks were pierced with silver ball studs, and her nipples as well. She had wanted to get her clit done, but didn't have the cash for it. Megan knocked again, cigarette dangling between her lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 01:02:31</strong>
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				Colin had been the third to turn up, his arrival marked by the appearance of a purple Volkswagen Bus (http://www.planetauto.co.uk/leeds/purplecamper.jpg) that eased it's way down the road. Pearl Jam played from out of the wide open windows, and Colin let his arm hang out, steering with one hand, and reclining slightly, head bobbing to the music as he enthusiastically lip synced.&nbsp; <br><br>Most people would've probably been embarrassed to drive something like a VW Bus in this day and age, but Colin, didn't give a ghost of a fuck. It'd been his first car. Someone had donated it to his uncle's repair shop, and he fixed it up and gave it to Colin to keep him mobile until he got his own car. Of course, Colin made sure he got his own ride as quickly as possible. He didn't want to drive this massive thing <em>everywhere</em>, but even after getting his own car, he held onto the Bus. It often came in handy. He often used it like a pick up truck of sorts, carrying equipment and the like. Same shit this time. He brought a few things he'd salvaged and fixed up over the past few; things like fog machines, strobe lights, spot lights and a few massive speakers and sub-woofers. He even kept around his own small mixer and light boards, along with his laptop.<br><br>The purple Bus drove just a bit further down, past the converted warehouse Bailey called her home. It wasn't the first time he'd been over. The two had been friends for a while before she had joined as Beethoven's Legacy's Violinist and Pianist, and an even longer time before he had answered the band's desperate call for a Roadie. He did what he usually did whenever he visited, pulling his car up into the alley to the side of the warehouse and cutting the engine, the music cutting as well. It was a free parking spot, blocked on one end with a fence and on the other end with a gate that could be closed off and locked. He imagined the business next door had used the area before it closed down.<br><br>He rolled the windows up with the old-fashioned crank attached to the door of the Bus and reached to his side, grabbing his laptop bag and headphones and vacating the vehicle quickly. He closed the gate off, pushing the horizontal metal peg that had been built into the side opposite of the hinges and wrapping a nearby chain around it for good measure. From then, he wandered out to the sidewalk, and followed it a short ways down to the warehouse entrance, the strap of his laptop bag's strap brought over his head to hang across his chest, his headphones hanging around his neck, just above the strap. Everyone could pretty much guess what he was going to wear. Today was no different. He wore a loose white hoodie, covered in black line art, slightly unzipped to reveal a black tee shirt with faded white lettering, and a pair of faded black jeans, held up with a white belt. Purple made up the only real color in his outfit, coming out in his eyes, helix loops and the streaks in his messy hair.<br><br>When he reached Bailey's door, he pushed the bell for what he had guessed was the third time, seeing the two others standing nearby. He stepped back and nodded thier way, giving them a slight smile as he slipped his hands in his pockets. "James, Megan."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 18:16:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nd05.jxs.cz/874/479/d1c1935c6a_81932415_o2.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Krystal DeOrna</strong></span></span><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Krystal always seemed to be a bit mysterious. Unlike the others who showed up by taking cars, she approached the entrance to the large warehouse on foot. She wore a purple tee that fit a bit tightly over her hefty chest. The tee shirt had three cupcakes along the chest, along with a sundae below. On the back had the words "I'm Tasty" in large, bubbly white text. She had a pair of dark navy skinny jeans on, along with a bright, neon yellow pair of sneakers with purple lases. Two silver rings, a signature look of hers, pierced her lower lip. Her hair was as perfect and bright red as always. It made people seem to wonder how long it actually took her to prepare in the morning. Dozens of colorful bracelets of different materials lined her wrists. She approached in silence, walking slowly and silently. "Yo guys." She said, her voice always calm. It seemed to come from somewhere besides her mouth, but that was just how the strange girl was. Her house wasn't nearby, so it could be assumed that she had walked from somewhere else. Where was anybody's guess.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Just in case a few people didn't see the short, colorful girl as odd based on her clothing, she was carrying a large base case and a backpack slung over each shoulder. The case was large on the short girl, but she seemed to not be struggling to carry it at all. She seemed... upbeat, though it was always hard to tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 23:12:05</strong>
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				The music in her head died down at last and with a satisfied sigh, Bailey finally put her arms down. She was sweating and her shirt was sticking to her in places - an unfortunate side effect of enjoying an instrument too much. There was a sense of accomplishment in her and she couldn't wait to show the others how she'd reworked the most fickle bits of the song.<br><br>Speaking of the others, they should have been there by now. She glanced at the large clock adorning the wall above the piano and groaned. They were late. Or maybe...<br><br>She did have the tendency to tune everything out around her when playing and it was possible she just hadn't heard the door. It had, after all, happened before. She walked to the door and opened it, only to find four members of the band standing there waiting for her.<br><br>It wasn't often that she blushed, but this certainly made her turn a soft red. "Sorry guys," Bailey turned and gestured for them to make their way inside, "I got lost in the music. You know how it is."<br><br>Once they were all in she closed the door and made her way to the violin case, putting her instrument inside, the bow resting&nbsp; lightly on top. "Well, make yourselves at home, as usual. Drinks, food, whatever are all in the food area." She gestured to the small kitchenette in one corner, the bright red vintage fridge dwarfing everything around it.<br><br>Bailey grabbed a large binder from atop her piano and went to sit down on the sofa, her long legs crossed and the binder on her lap. It was thick, full of papers, with scraps sticking out here and there. Officially Mimi was in charge of all the band's going ons, unofficially Bailey ran around behind her and made sure to keep copies of reciepts and checks and such things. She opened the binder and quickly turned to the section holding all the information for their summer. They were set to head out the following morning, first gig booked and the next seven confirmed.<br><br>"Okay, let's get this meeting underway. We'll just have to wait for Mimi and Reid to show up when they can, I guess."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 13:04:06</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">James greeted Megan, Colin and Krystal while they came and waited with him in front of Bailey's door. When Bailey finally realized that most of the others were waiting in front of her door he only shook his head and said "Not again Bailey. This has happened quite a few times since I gave you my last two songs. Maybe you should invest in some chairs that you put outside for us. If you do that we can just sit and wait instead of standing up."<br><br>"Which song were you playing and has it worked out alright?" The fact that she left them outside predicted that she'd have done it very well and that she finished it or that she failed in the end. James was really interested in those things because if she failed he might have to edit a few parts of the song to make it easier to play for her.<br><br>James took a seat in one of the sofas and watched Bailey taking care of all the administrative parts of being in a band. The real band leaders were Mimi and him but James really liked the fact that Bailey took over that part of the job and made sure that everything was alright. "I think you're right. We can't really start without the others. Those two are always late." he shook his head. "Everybody ready for our first real gigs by the way?" </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 17:46:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luvorlVzf61r6gloio1_500.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Cohen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bailey's Place<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br></div>&nbsp; <br><br>Megan's eyes were hidden behind the mirrored glasses as she moved into Bailey's place. Her lit cigarette remained dangling between her lips as smoke casually wafted up from the cherry. " 'Yo." she said, moving to the kitchen and grabbing a beer. Her tight black t-shirt showed off her curves rather well, and not in a 'look at me' slut type way. In her back pocket were a pair of drum sticks. She assumed Bailey ha d a drum kit here, because there was no way in hell Megan was going to drag it down town. <br><br>Finding a spot on a near by couch the the tattoo'd girl sat down and opened her bottle. She removed her cigarette with one hand and took a sip of it before placing the cigarette back between her full lips. Her long black hair fell just below the swells of her breasts, her bangs how ever were pulled back and restrained with a hair clip. As a simple member of the group she left the decision making to James and Mimi. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 01:34:22</strong>
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				By the time their bassist had arrived, Colin found himself sitting on the ground, one leg laying out in front of him while one was pulled to him, his knee nearly touching his chest. The headphones, which had rested cozily around his neck, were now atop his head. He let one ear remained uncovered, though, in order to hear his fellow band-mates, just in case they had try to speak to him. It was only because of this that he was able to hear Krystal when she'd greeted everyone. His head whipped her way, and he raised an eyebrow, smiling an awkward smile as he gave her a brief wave. "Yo Krystal."<br><br>He didn't particularly know any of his band-mates, but Krystal was a mystery in particular. He wouldn't have even called her strange, they were all a bit weird in their own right. She was simply the most mysterious in his opinion. She always came off as so quiet and calm, even more so than he made himself come across as. Of course, she had a lot more personality on stage. It was weird, seeing the shift in attitude. Plus, she seemed to come out of nowhere every..single..time he saw her! Maybe it was just him..but still.<br><br>After a while, he pushed himself up off the ground, knowing his legs would further fall asleep if he stayed planted there, and wandered forward towards the door a bit, crossing his arms over his chest impatiently. Obviously, she was practicing. It certainly was no secret that she often got wrapped up in her music for long stretches of time. Of course, the fact that she could be very, <em>very</em> vaguely heard from behind the door also pretty much confirmed what she had been doing.<br><br>When the door finally opened, a lighthearted smirk spread over his face and Colin merely gave a shrug as he entered her home, patting her shoulder along the way. "It's fine.." He assured, jogging over to her sofa and diving onto the cushion farthest away from Bailey. He was obviously pretty comfortable around her house already.<br><br>He looked over to her, watching her for a brief moment as she sorted through the band's various papers, schedules and the like. He had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on the band's finances for a while, but he hadn't done so in a while. He was glad to see that Bailey had everything in check.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 00:05:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nd05.jxs.cz/874/479/d1c1935c6a_81932415_o2.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Krystal DeOrna</strong></span></span><br><br>Krystal never took much interest in the complex paperwork and scheduling. She was the youngest member of the band, and made sure to avoid mucking up in that business. She just followed what the others told her and always seemed to show up right on time. She slipped her way into the house behind the others, readjusting her bass case by hoisting it further up her shoulder.<br><br>She followed Megan into the kitchen step by step. Instead of grabbing a beer, she simply found a cup in the cupboard and filled it with water from the tap. Odd, yet it satisfied her. She moved to the seating area where everybody was gathering and plopped down on the couch beside Megan. She leaned her bass case against the sidearm of the couch, and dropped her backpack on the floor by her feet. She began digging through her backpack, pulling out a pair of drum sticks that were enclosed in plastic wrap. "Hey, Meg." She said, turning her glance to her. "You want these? I got them... from a friend. Figured you could use them better than me. I got another pair at home..." She dangled them in front of Megan enough to show the girl that they were signed by the members of <em>Escape the Fate</em>, a well known rock band. She flashed a smile that seemed signature only to her. She never showed her teeth, she merely moved the corners of her lip into a warm, almost doll looking grin. Her free hand was messing with her hair that dropped over her chest, which was a habit of hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 00:52:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luvorlVzf61r6gloio1_500.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Cohen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bailey's Place<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Krystal<br></div>&nbsp; <br><br>Megan raised a slender eye brow as the young girl offered her a pair of drum sticks. She liked the band 'Escape the Fate' and wondered just how Krystal got them. "Thanks..." Megan said, her voice soft. Meg was often hard to read. She took a sip of her beer and then offered it to Krystal. She was getting tired of waiting for their lead guitarist, and knew that they would probably be replacing her soon. <br><br>She ran a hand through her long black hair, letting the tresses slide over part of her face. The black sunglasses hid her eyes from view, which was good because she was scanning them room. She had only joined the band out of boredom, thinking she would use this as a plat form to start her own career, but now she saw it as the band she wanted to be in. They were good, she knew it, and they just needed a break to make it big. <br><br>Megan took a drag of her cigarette. She held it between her pinky finger and ring finger. "So, what do we do now?" She asked plainly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 17:05:27</strong>
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				"Which song were you playing and has it worked out alright?"<br><br>Bailey pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face and smiled at James. "The one you gave me the other night, that you wanted me to play on the piano." She wiggled her fingers in the air. "You know, the one with that one wiggly bit in the middle? Well, it didn't work out at all. Sounded pretty blah." She set her binder aside and stood up, walking over to the piano. The sheet music he had given her was sitting on top, scribbles all over it in different colored ink.<br><br>"I decided to change it up, see what I could do." The paper rustled as she shuffled through it, trying to find the beginning. "It's pretty much still the same," she gave him a bright cheeky smile, "I just made it work on the violin. That's what I was playing when you all arrived." She settled back into her spot and handed James the sheet music.<br><br>At the moment her phone beeped, signalling that she had an new text message. When she saw that it was from Reid she rolled her eyes and opened it up, expecting another vague excuse about his being late. The message, however, just had three words: <em>Not coming. Sorry.</em><br><br>"So, what do we do now?"<br><br>Bailey looked up from her phone and blinked at Megan. She wrinkled her nose as she saw her smoking and held back a sigh. They had more important things to worry about right now than Megan's smelly habit.<br><br>"I just got a text from Reid." She frowned down at her phone and shrugged. "To be honest, I'm not sure what to make of it. He says he's not coming. No excuse or explanation." The situation wasn't a new one. Lately both Reid and Mimi had been no shows - at least Reid was making some effort to communicate. Mimi was a different story all together and had disappeared a couple weeks ago.<br><br>"Okay, this brings us to the one thing we seriously need to discuss. We'll get back to everything else in a bit." Bailey pulled out a pad of paper from her binder, the light blue pages wrinkled on one corner. There was a pen hooked onto the front of the pad and she pulled it off. "As we all know, Mimi has been a no show and Reid hasn't been much for showing up either. I saw Mimi last week at the mall, so I know she's fine - but when I called out, she didn't hear me and I lost track of her. As for Reid, I keep getting texts with excuses for not coming."<br><br>She bit her lip and flopped back against the thick cushions of her couch. "We have a tour coming up and we're supposed to be leaving tomorrow so as to have ample time to get to the first show. As of right now we're down two members. The decision we need to make is this: Do we wait for them and try to hunt them down? Or do we go through the ordeal of trying to find two new band members?" When she clicked the pen it sounded loud and she poised her hand, ready to write.<br><br>"Thoughts? Ideas? I'm all for just moving on and finding two new people."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beethoven's Legacy (A Rock Band RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 06:30:59</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">James listened carefully while Bailey talked about the song that he gave her earlier. "Didn't it sound good or was it too difficult to play? I hope you know by now that I'm not judging you by asking you that but that I only want to make songs that fit us perfectly." She walked&nbsp; towards the piano to grab the paper and James instantly noticed the red ink that she had used to mark the parts that she had changed. "I might need you to play it on the violin for me later. Just to make sure that it strokes with what I had in mind for the guitars. I didn't have a violin in mind when I wrote it but maybe you can convince me and show me that it's really worth a try.<br><br>He took the music sheet that he gave him and let his eyes quickly run over it. She hadn't made that many changes but he just couldn't hear the sound of the violin with the other instruments he had. She had to play it after their meeting to see what it was like. When he wanted to tell her that he really needed her to play a piece her phone beeped and she had an announcement.<br><br>The idea of Bailey was great and she stood there like a real leader. "I agree that the best thing that we can do now is doing a very quick search for two new members because we can't really be sure that Reid and Mimi show up tomorrow. I really don't know what's wrong with Mimi she was really enthusiastic about the band and the unique chance we had now to finally show ourselves to the world. I just can't believe that she bailed on us. I don't know where we should find talented musicians this fast but I definitely agree that we need bandmembers that we can trust and that show up on important dates."<br><br>He coughed softly before he continued. "I think you all agree that I can't take all the responsibilities on my own and I'd like to ask Bailey if she wants to be my co-leader. If we decide to search new members for our band I think that she is very capable of a leading function. She is basically doing quite a lot of that now too. She's leading this meeting and keeping an eye on the finances together with Colin. I think she'd be a great co-leader and I can only hope that she accepts my offer." He looked and smiled warmly at Bailey waiting for an answer.</div>
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