Pop Punk Band RP (Closed, at least for now)

(Hi! So, do either of you two want your characters to hold the band try outs??))

I'm not very good at starting things out Chuckles nervously)

((You don't have to start it, I can ^^, just, I can't see my character hosting the try outs, so I was wondering who is the character who orginally wanted to start the band))

(I guess I'll do it?)

((Okie dokie then ^^ I'll start in a min))

Helena walked down the school hallway, class just finished for the day. It was Friday afternoon and the weekend was finally here. She clutched a peice of paper in her hand, a flyer for band try outs at 4:30 that afternoon. Adjusting her backpack over her shoulder, she made her way to where they were being held, working up her courage to try out for lead singer.

Ruca-Monroe was having a perfectly normal day. Graffiti in the bathroom, a small fight in the hallways, an hour skipping class and going to the library because there was a difference between learning and school. And he wanted to learn. Needless to say, he got detention and he was listening to music during lunch, when an interesting prospect entered his brain.
(time skip)
"Yes, Mr. Roscoll, I believe it would be a wonderful prospect." Ruca-Monroe drummed his fingers on the desk as the principal considered the idea.
"Mr. Alabaster, you are a terrible student. But, I can see that maybe an extracurricular, with other people, would maybe change your attitude. This is my only reason for allowing this. Of course, I expect you to bring your grade up."
He nodded, grinning. "Try-outs start tomorrow, Mr. Roscoll." Ruca-Monroe winked and left the office, a plan buzzing in his mind.

(Just assume my paragraph was Thursday)

(Okie dokie, sounds great ^^))

He sat at a desk, holding his drumsticks and wishing, for once, that he had a friend to sit with him. A knock sounded on the door. "Come in!" Ruca-Monroe called out, trying to stay still. His skin had various marks on it and he had to be careful. Even the slightest scratch would make a mark. He amused himself by writing short stories on his arm, waiting for the person to come in.

Toni brushes his hair from his face, humming happily under his breath. He winks to a few girls, all of them swooning and he smirks a little bit. Maybe having good looks was important after all. He chuckles, straightening his guitar case and walking towards the band tryouts. he hums softly under his breath.

Helena walked into the room, to see a boy about her age sitting at a desk with some drumsticks. "I-is this where the band try outs are," she shyly asked, hoping that she really was in the right place.

"Yeah, it is. Show me your stuff, man. Do you need me to set anything up?" he tilted his head, staring at her.

Name: Finley Farrow
Gender: Boy
Age: 17
Sexuality: Demisexual
Appearance: Chestnut brown hair, pasty (pale), He has heterochromia iridum causing one-half of each of his irises to be blue and the other half to be purple, 6'1 and lanky
Usual clothing: ((aaaah sorry for the links but I'm lazy & don't want to describe)) https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xMzMONQd0z0/WwsFJ0mEwOI/AAAAAAAADco/HJcx4I5Pq_AFZP9NVmiqLXadw3IH9j4bQCL0BGAYYCw/h512/2017-07-14.png https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ty9vpZRKmso/WwsFOVBQidI/AAAAAAAADcw/sDJzimNCW0U0_ooWwK_xyMzRhd857dAawCL0BGAYYCw/h270/2017-07-14.jpg https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fy3MG2NYJ44/WwsFTN3bLNI/AAAAAAAADc4/fDI9kIhDWocFlHLa1xGVGPIsZhOqHWTFwCL0BGAYYCw/h512/2017-07-14.jpg https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gfYgD2d9LxE/WwsFaOoljCI/AAAAAAAADdA/N9FCs34uYmwHSMWPYiH2heSux6nPuOepgCL0BGAYYCw/h400/2017-07-14.jpg https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Mm_1fYpS1mQ/WwsFhjQj_ZI/AAAAAAAADdI/xXszPkX3-akmsVRWaRVFRZWCD1xTAhsPQCL0BGAYYCw/h471/2017-07-14.jpg
Personality: Sarcastic and rude on the surface, he doesn't like talking to people he doesn't know. He finds it hard to relate to others, often coming off as uncaring and mean. Underneath the facade, Finley is lonely and shy.
Quirks: Has jimmy leg
Backstory (Optional): I will edit this later aAHHHH
Other: Part of the Furry Fandom (nO NOT LIKE THAT), good with animals, honestly obsessed with Cage The Elephant, has a pet Sheperman named Connie (Looks: http://www.eizz.us/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/breathtaking-packs-canine-text-white-husky-wallpaper-white-black-german-with-german-shepherd-doberman-mix.jpg), who is an emotional support dog and is with him at all times.

((Lol Muted says she's sorry about that lol, shes a retard and was just trying to edit it lol))

"No, not really. I'm trying out for lead singer. I'm singing The Kids Aren't Alright by Fall Out Boy, so yeah." She awkwardly shuffled her feet a little bit, before singing the starting lyrics. "Stuck in the jet wash, bad trip I couldn't get off…"

((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PuGUUZqNfjE This is the song))

Ruca-Monroe nodded to the beat, already making up his mind. She had a nice voice, the kind that kept you awake at a concert, but could put you to sleep with her soothing tone. He hung onto every word and smiled, writing down a memo on the palm of his hand.

((AAaah I apologize for my previous idiocy, it's time for me to redeem myself ;;))

Finley paced himself as he walked, making sure Connie was able to keep up with him. The wiry dog was barely older than a pup, though well-trained and observant. On his other side was his guitar case, swaying casually as he stepped through the hallways. He only vaguely remembered the room where tryouts were being held, but as he began hearing the voice of someone singing, he was sure he was in the right place.

"Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't all right," she finished the song. She paused for a second before doing anything, then took a small bow. She stood back up and asked, "Is there anything else you need me to do?" She did her iconic shy smile, noticing that the guy at the desk seemed to had liked her performance.

"I liked it. Here's my number, call me tomorrow, would you? I forget everything." he handed her a slip of paper and showed her the letters that went up and down his arms. "I write reminders, in case I forget."

"Okie dokie," she quickly wrote down the number and put the paper in her pocket so she wouldn't lose it. She had been confused for a minute when she saw the numbers were written on his arms, but then reaised he probably had dermatographia, which was more cool than weird. "Thank you for your time!" She pulled her backpack back on and walked out of the room.

"You are welcome." Ruca-Monroe said, smiling. "By the way, my name's Ruca-Monroe. But no one really calls me that. Feel free to call me Ruca or Monroe." he called out after her.

Antonio comes to the room, knocking softly before entering. He smiles a bit, humming a little as he looks around.

"Hello there. Come in. Do you need me to hook anything up for you?" Ruca-Monroe was being as polite as he could.

Antonio shakes his head, smiling. "No, I'm going acoustic today, if that's alright with you?" he asks cheerfully, tenderly unpacking his guitar.

She paused by the doorway, saying, "Nice to meet you, I'm Helena, but you can just call me Elena." She turned back around and walked out, deep in thought, not really paying attenion to where she was walking.

"Definitely, yeah. Show me what you've got, man." he leaned back in his seat, "By the way, my name's Ruca-Monroe. No one really calls me that, though. Feel free to call me Ruca or Monroe."

((Pretend my response was a little earlier lol))

Antonio nods. "Antonio, most call me Toni." He smiles, "I'm more of a guitar player, but a friend of mine convinced me to sing as well. Normally I play punk, or something like that, but this song is a little softer." he says, humming a bit as he tunes his guitar. When pleased, he starts to play, singing softly, 'Scars to your beautiful."

As Finley rounded the final corner, Connie let out a low growl. However, the male thought nothing of it, continuing to look down. He was brooding, angry that his family was making him try out; music was personal, and he didn't like sharing it with others. The voice had stopped singing he realized, looking up briskly before a harsh and sudden impact happened. "Ow!-" His voice rung out, and he took a step back, his dog shifting worriedly at his side.