"Let Music Drown the World Out." (3/4) (Open!) (MATURE) (Band Rp, Stalkers receive cookies!)

He's very stronk. He hauls around his drums.

Yeah Jules probably can't compete with that, drums are h e a v y
I think
idk, I just sing

Drums are heavy, depending on the size of the kit.

(Anything that comes in sets I would assume is heavy lool)

Alright! I can put up a starter, just give me a moment.

Do we want to start when the band first forms, or when they're already a band?

Already a band works for me?

Same for me :D

same here :)

Sounds good! Let me finish something up real quick and get that starter up.

It was rainy that afternoon, the heavy droplets pattering against the concrete that Dai was currently running along. His shoes were already soaked, not to mention every other kind of clothing he was wearing. He had decided to walk to the studio today, and heaven forbid it started raining and he forgot his umbrella. He swore a bit to himself as he dashed through the rain. This morning it had been so sunny, not a cloud in the sky. He finally did make it to the studio, panting as he wrung out his clothes and hair before he entered the studio. It was lucky he had left his bags at the university, and his phone and wallet were waterproof. He made a mental note to have an umbrella on him at all times and to check the weather. Once he was sure he wouldn't drag too much water in, he enters the studio quietly. He was late, which wasn't like him at all, but it was only a few minutes late so he wasn't too worried. He enters the studio with their usual knock before entering. "Sorry I'm late!"

Somewhat soaked herself, Jo sat quietly among the others, tuning her guitar from the god awful temperature change in the evening. Even though the studio was warm Jo still shivered, cracking her neck and straightening up at the sound of the door opening and the wet footsteps of Dai entering.
"'Bout time you showed up, dummy". Her tone was teasing, still deep, hung with that sleepy tone that never lifted easily in the morning. "You want a towel?" Jo offered the towel at first before throwing it at him. "Take it, you're not getting a cold and getting me sick in turn". A rather bitchy way of saying she didn't want him to get sick and suffer.
Pushing the headphones off their ears, Jo zoned out as he got settled, tapping her foot the beat of the song she was listening to before.

Jules might have been the only dry one, not a spot of water on his large cashmere sweater. There was, however a spot of ink on his face from a pen he was chewing that had been chewed through without his noticing. It was a sure sign that he was writing another song.
He looked up when Dai came in, only then noticing his pen was messed up, tossing it into the trash after waving to the soaked member of their band. "You're late." He noted quietly, just as the man himself said the exact same thing.

Okie dokie! Here's the order!
@Bleu-is-tired
@CypticVillagerNoises
@The-Sun
@hide-your-love

How long should the wait time be for someone to reply?

(No idea haha, ang suggestions?)

(Maybe an hour?)

(That sounds good:))

(Would that be until someone else replies?)

(Like- we wait an hour and if someone doesn't reply then we just continue the order. So say for example I don't reply after an hour. That would mean Cyptic replies instead.)

(Poggers. I should warn you, I'm not usually up this late, but I do log on around 7:30 eastern time :)

(Yea, I have school until almost 3:00 tmr(EST) but Iĺl be on then)

(It usually depends for me. I've been helping my aunt lately so I'm pretty exhausted, but I do try and get on throughout the day.)

Dai laughed a little bit and rubbed the back of his neck, which he quickly regretted. His hands were freezing. "Sorry! Got caught up in the storm." He takes the towel gratefully. "So the great Jo does care." He laughed and dried himself off humming as he set the towel off to the side. He hummed as he goes over to the drumset set up neatly in the corner, a content sigh leaving his lips. They weren't his drums, thank god. His were much nicer, but he only used them at home and when they had a gig. Dai smiled softly at Jules before pausing and moving to his side. "You've got ink on you." He grabs the towel once again and gently rubs away the ink until it was just a faded color. "That should work for now." He smiles sweetly.

Watchin Dai and Jules from underneath her lashes, Jo hid a smirk. She always figured the two would look good together, but figured that it wasn't her buisness either. Refocusing onto her tuning, she finished and played a quick little riff to check if everything was, in fact, in order before looking up again. Jo sat with her legs open, usually comfortable in that stance. Scoffing at Dai's comment, she rolled her eyes.
"Shut up, Dai" She knew he knew she was joking, but added a little punch in there just to make sure.

Jules looked confused for a moment and then gently poked the place where faded ink now resides. "Oh…" He muttered quietly, turning his head to look up at Dai and nodding. "Thank you." He stood up and brushed off his pants, grabbing his water bottle before speaking again. "I already warmed up."

( @chimken-numgget you haven't replied yet. Do you want to reply before the rp gets to far?)

(Uh, I do, I just can't come up with anything good.)

(It's okie! Take your time!)

(Are we still going to continue this?)

(Yeah. But I should probably open it up again since the account got deleted.)