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Rock/Alternative Band Roleplay (CLOSED)
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(Yeet)
((YEET))
(ugh we need a bassist and if no one turns up for manager i'll take it as well)
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(ugh we need a bassist and if no one turns up for manager i'll take it as well)
I asked for the manager spot and gave a character))
(oh shet sorry didnt notice, can you maybe find some more ppl who are interested in rping as a bassist/digital effects person/graphic designer please)
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Heyy Can I be a Bassist????
(yeah sure mark, just fill in le form and if you're unsure on year groups just look at le info)
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((Hey, can I be a bassist,but fill out the form later cause I'm on my phone?))
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Okay thanks!
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Name: Hunt Guerra (Goes by Hunter, Hunt, and G)
Age : 15
Year Group: 10
Gender: Male (FTM)
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Gay
Role: Bassist
Personality: He has a very blunt and 'cool' feel to him, pretty much always calm, and collected when things go wrong, and always looking for ways to solve the problem. Hunter is pretty anti-social, and will stick with a small group of friends and most of the times just sitting in the back writing, drawing, humming, or just silently drinking his water as he watches the rest of his friends.
Appearance: He is tall, and very skinny, although he is active and is part of the track team. He has silver hair, and snake bites, as well as a few tattoos his old friends gave him when he was fourteen. He has dull, and steely brown eyes and freckles across his pale face.
Other/fUn FaCt: He grew up in a horrible neighborhood and often got in trouble. His adopted father, Alyex (Pronounced Alex) introduced him to music. He took voice lessons and started to play bass when he was about eight, and ever since then it pretty much is life.
He also has a pet tarantula named Leo and she is his baby.
( Here is the character link, I made him a while back and remembered him when I saw this RP, of course some of the things in this isn't true, as he is part of a story I am writing where he is the creator of his own band.
You can find pictures here of what he looks like as well. )
(okay y'all i believe we are ready to begin)
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YAY))
((WOOT))
(i think the manager needs to start it by putting the band poster on the notice board… manager, whenever you're ready you can begin i guess?)
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(Alright)
Alfred hums as he places the posters around town. Music blasted loudly in his ears as he placed the last one up. He wasn't sure if anyone would care about the posters, but he was willing to give it a try. He brushes some blonde hair from his face, humming in thought, as his fingers tapped to the beat at his side. Alfred, commonly known as Al, decided he would start a rock/alternative band. And that meant he needed some people.
Pearl hummed quietly as she walked home from school, making cord progressions with her fingers she was trying to memorize, oblivious to the universe. Meaning she walked into a telephone pole with a certain poster that caught her eye.
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Hunter sat in the garage by the old run down apartment building, his dull brown eyes closed tightly as he began to tune his instrument, he sighed, hearing the yelling coming from the dirty and shattered windows of his own 'home'. Rolling his eyes when his 'father' Aleyx walked up to him, taking him by his arm and shoving both Hunter and his bass into the back of his rusty old pickup truck.
"You're stayin' at a friends tonight." he growled, slamming his foot down on the gas. Hunter just nodded, inspecting his instrument for any damage. The silver haired boy nodded, knowing that meant he'd probably just sit in the park or something for the night. He jumped out of the truck, his father speeding away from him before he even got to say goodbye. His clouded eyes darted around, finding a bench he could sit on. Once he settled himself down, he looked to the side, noticing the small poster that had just landed on the seat beside him.
"A band, huh?"
Ollie strolled down the road, hands deep in the pockets of his black hoodie. His headphones were up to a near-dangerous volume with 'Tomorrow's Money' by MCR blasting in his ears. He looked around, trying to spot his friend Billie's noticeable red-and-black hair when a poster on a lamppost caught his eye.
'An alt. rock band? Count me in,' he muttered to himself, tapping the number on the poster into his phone.
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Hunter stared down at the poster, dialing the number, although he hesitated pressing the green 'Call' button. He shook his head, shoving the piece of paper in his back pocket and laying back on the bench, staring up at the sky. He lifted his arm so his phone was in front of his face. He stared at the screen, his thumb hovering over the button still.
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Alfred walks home, humming a tune under his breath as he opens his front door, to instantly be tackled by his older brother Matthew. He gives a 'manly' screech before clearing his throat. "Wanker!" He yells. "I thought I told you to bloody stop with those stupid pranks!" he cries, hissing at the other. Matt just laughed, ruffling his younger brothers hair, pissing the other off even more.
(Should we do a thing where you call the number, and it just says the time, date, and location of the first meeting? It might make things McEasier)
Pearl took the flyer, running home so she could call.
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(Yeah)
Ollie clicked the green button and held the phone to his ear. It only rang once before he heard a robotic, voicemail-lady-like voice say, 'Greetings. You have reached the number of Alfred. For those of you wishing to join an alternative rock band, please press one.'
Without hesitation, he pressed one.
'To join the alternative rock band, managed by Alfred Kirkland, please be at Woodfield Secondary School at 3:30pm on Monday, in the music room. That's 3:30pm on Monday at Woodfield Secondary School, in the music room. Thank you for calling.'
The call ended. Ollie took the poster, shoved it in his bag, and went to meet his friend.
She darted up to her room, dialing the number.
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(just wondering how do I jump in?)
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(nvm, I'll be back I have to go the house)
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Alfred hums, singing to himself as he starts cooking dinner. He had felt his phone vibrate a few times, maybe people really had seen his posters. He chuckles to himself, he nearly killed a forest making those fliers. He sighs softly before straightening and serving himself something to eat.
(when ye get back all ya gotta do is see the poster and dial the number on it in the rp, thats what we're doing atm)