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Lead Singer: None Lead Guitarist: Dominic Bass Guitarist: None Rythm Guitarist: None Keyboard: None Drummer: Dr. Kacey Manager: Frieda Wieda
Date: January 6, 2007
Season: Winter
Temperature: 31癋
Weather: Christmas is gone, New Years is over with, so get off your lazy butts and get jobs, again. M'kay, loves? It's freezing cold, so keep your animals inside unles you're wanting to get arrested for abuse... Sound good? Yeah, I thought so...
Better Than Nothing
Current News Goes Here January 2, 2007
Dr. Kacey, former drummer for the band BTN, is now looking for new members to start over!
The Libbster :D « Result #2 on Jan 23, 2007, 11:38pm »
About You. I called: Tabitha I am: 15, 16 in March
Boring ol' Proper Name: Olivia Stone Nicknames: .libbystone., Libby, Libz She is: 17 and counting. M or F: F, you silly goose. Heightnessful: 5'3, 5'6 in heels Les Cheveux((hair)): reddish-brown, all natural Les Yeux((eyes)): light blue Builded Up: Olivia is pretty thin, and although she enjoys playing sports, she's not very strong either- more lithe. Clothing Style: Anything that fits and looks good she wears. She wears bowling shoes usually because they're awesome. Sexuality:straight for her. She tried the girl thing, it didn't really intrigue her.
Personality: Libby is a normally happy person. She's usually very excited and hyper, and annoying to an extent. She talks kind of fast and says a lot of things that make absolutely no sense. It's her whimsical nature that makes her so loved by her friends, but people who aren't familiar with her yet don't have the best first impression. She's what you'd call an aquired taste. Like alcohol. It's when she's quiet and distant that you have to worry, because when she's like this, something's wrong with her that she probably won't want to talk about.
Libby likes a lot of things. She's pretty into sports, even though she doesn't have much opportunity to play. Her favorite sport is baseball, which she plays whenever she can. She also plays the piano quite, but lately, everything she's been playing has been really boring to her- all by some famous German composer she could care less about. Her favorite possesions are her keyboard she named Kyoko, her baseball glove, her bowling shoes in many assorted distasteful colors, her Ipod, and a rainbow colored friendship bracelet her best friend gave her freshman year.
History: Libby's family, her mother, her father, and her brother Seth, knew from the moment she was born she was meant for trouble. Mischeif filled her little eyes- eyes that wanted to explore and experiment and touch things and burn things....well maybe not quite yet.
When Libby was about 3, her mom ran off with the Mexican pool boy. She writes every now and then, but they never see each other any more. At an early age, her father got her into piano lessons. She was never content to play the simplistic light way. She wanted to pound the chords- make them run through everyone, which made the music she played sound much more dramatic. Eventually she became very good at tone control-strong at all the right moments, but fleetingly light and exciting.
Her father was always a very kind man- tall and stout, very unlike herself. He always tried very hard to keep the children happy and safe, and listen to what they had to say. Four years after their mother left he got a promotion, and now worked horrible hours- 7pm. to 3pm., but with much better pay. He insisted it was for the better of the family- the children were growing up and wanting more things, and this way he could provide for them. But they would have given up all of their possessions if they got to see their father more often. All connection was not lost however. They kept a fun communication through the means of a magnetic doodle pad and an eraser board on the refrigerater. Rarely did he ever only leave them things to do when he left- but wrote out silly antics and drew pictures. Once Seth left for college, he demoted himself so he could live a more comfortable life now that money was not of as much importance. Now Libby is catching up with him on some long-lost years.
Libby and her brother Seth were always very close. They were inseparable for the longest time. This changed, of course, when they entered high school. She was only 2 years behind him. They never hung out as much anymore- never played games or tossed balls or wrestled anymore. Her brother had became a bit more serious in his high school years. Two years later, he left for college, which upset her greatly because she felt like they would be separated forever. Luckily, in his short time there, he's loosened up an remembered that it was fun to be childish, so for a few months now, all she has done was go up to the college to hang out with her brother and her buddies.
Sample RP: From Deserted Land, inactive now, a while back. In her mind, the town was completely deserted. The streets were empty and completely silent, save the deadbeat sound of her footfall. How grave the place had become in her years here. She opened her eyes and saw what they all saw- a regular town. People walking around, the many sounds of the day, doors opening, the useless talking. To her, though, it was deserted. There was nothing here she hadn't seen. Nothing she hadn't heard. Nobody she hasn't spoken to. Nothing she hadn't done. It was almost pitiful to her- a whole big town with no new occurences or faces, just the same Lunatarians a little older than they were before. Her home had become dull to her, and because of this, she felt guilty. The others seemed content. They loved their daily living, and that was something she didn't understand. How could one habitually do the same thing day after day without yearning for a bit of adventure and excitement?
As her wonderments came to an end, she got up, tying the leather bag of her poniards around her waist, and sheathing her sword on the opposite side. She threw on her robe, and grabbed whatever other small possesions she could get her hands on- her money, some small gems, and some jewelry. She left the small house, casting a lock spell on it- a low level spell, which were the only kind she ever learned. On her way out of town, she made small chat with all the people she passed- for she didn't believe she'd be seeing them again any time soon.
Once she reached the outskirts of town she realized she had no idea where she was going. So in a frustrated decision, she headed off in the direction she knew to be the White City. The forest was dark, for the moon was new, but being a Lunatarian gave her the power to see in the darkness. Now this did not mean that it was lighter for her, it only meant her eyes took in all of the light there was to take, leaving her irises completely black, and the forest at least have visible. Throughout the night she traveled the forest in the direction she could only assume to be East. When the sun began to peak over the distant horizon, although she saw no horizon but only trees, she began to tire. She found a dry tree she could sleep against and within a matter of minutes, she was in a trance-like sleep where her dreams took hold and ignored the outer world.
Scratches heal. Bruises fade. emotions last forever.
Joined: Jan 2007 Gender: Male Posts: 12 Location: Anywhere. Karma: 0
Re: .[[&&Chick.Fil.A// « Result #6 on Jan 15, 2007, 6:48pm »
(( Its ok sweetheart.))
Dominic looked up at Dr. Kacey. Odd. People didn't normally walk up and talk to him for no reason. "Dominic Kage." He answered, holding his slightly bloodied hand out to him to shake. The strings on the guitar were done the same way. Smears of red on the fret board and nylon strings. Dominic twiched slightly, realizing the slightly moist life liquid on his hands. At that, he pocketed his hands and ran his tongue over his teeth. Hearing his own stomach grumble, he blinked and put his arms across his stomach/chest. He yawned and shifted, getting comfortable and then looking at Dr. Kacey. "So. Must be pretty fun being you, huh?" he said, then smirked in a friendly joke.
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Re: .[[&&Chick.Fil.A// « Result #7 on Jan 14, 2007, 11:23am »
"Dr. Kacey." Those words had caught the drummer's attention and his eyes immediately went up to the boy. Not familiar, but that wouldn't be so surprising. He probably only knew his name from the tv. Still, though, could he be a potential fan? Maybe a potential... Date? No, no. Stop this thinking, Dr. Kacey. Not all men go that way.
"Hey-o, buddy!" Dr. Kacey called, suddenly standing just as the other sat down. He moved over toward him and sat at the same table, hands in his lap. "What's your name?" he asked, suddenly. This was just like him to do this. Random strangers, to him, were always so interesting.
(( Took a long time... And it's short... x.x Sorry, baby... ))
Re: A little bit _Unlucky_ « Result #8 on Jan 11, 2007, 5:32pm »
Frieda sat still for a moment, looking out the tinted window of the limosine. She studied the street signs, and markings about the road ways. They were almost there, to the studio that is. She looked to Dominic as he spoke, asking a questiona bout the other band member. "Well... To put it bluntly, her can be a bit optimistic, alot actually. He likes hugs..." she said awaring him of that. She hoped that wouild help him a bit. It woiuld benefit him to know these things, just like he said.
[[ Sorry... Hard time thinking of what to write. I'm not in the right mindset... ]]
Scratches heal. Bruises fade. emotions last forever.
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Re: A little bit _Unlucky_ « Result #9 on Jan 8, 2007, 9:40pm »
Dominic nodded. "Then we shouldn't have a problem.." he trailed off, listening to her carefully. He didn't want to miss something that would bite him later. "Difficulties can be overcome with the right amount of.. Leverage.." he said, then smirked to himself. This was going to be fun. "So. Who exactly is the drummer of this band? I know his name. But what's he like? I can save you trouble of some arguments later on, given this information." he said, then looked up at her under the brim of his hat. "I'll know more of what to expect." he finished, then pulled the guitar over his lap. His head was swarming with questions, but he'd get to those later. Now he just wanted to know exactly what he was getting himself into. He could figure out the details of the details later. First things first. He twitched slightly, a slicing pain in his side. He shifted slightly and put his left hand over the pained place. To make it less noticeable, he folded the other arm over his left one. He hated admitting to pain or weakness.
Re: A little bit _Unlucky_ « Result #10 on Jan 7, 2007, 3:00pm »
Frieda smile wisely at Dominic. She admired his straight foreward statements, she could easily tell the two of them were to get along with fine. She noticed the blood and the cuts upon some of his fingers, she didn't speak much of it, wasn't her business to know, unless he wanted her to. She gazed oiut the window studying the streets and the people. When Dominic spoke up, she turned listening to him attentively. He was a curious boy, wanting to know why him, and other things of the sort. She gave a weak smile. "Why you? Because I like freah talent, I want people who are average, if you catch my drift. You... You have great talent. Far more better then alot of bandmates in these up and rising bands. I know you do..." She said to him kindly, reassuring him. "Fair enough. I can't force you to do all the things I ask you to..." She said to him, agreeing with his statement. "Honestly, I wouldn't want you to change guitars. You're just fine with the one you have. It would be a shame to make you to change often." Frieda replied, looking over at Dominic. "Same here. Just difficult to deal with..."
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