A musician's lament.
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Thread Topic: A musician's lament.
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Alright. Make your character, and we'll begin.
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Character sheet? And which character are you wishing to be?
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Name:
Age:
Any special talents:
Gender:
Appearance:
One fact they're too nervous to tell others:
(It's been a while since I made one of these. I might be rusty.) -
Damn. You can be the musician.
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It's okay. )
Alrighty then.
Name: Scarlet Ava Crassus
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Click here But only with emerald green eyes, a height of five feet, five inches, it's a struggle with her height, than again a gift. Scarlet is forever attached to her rugged and lightly tattered red jacket--a joke her grandmother made long ago--since then it has been her go to. Her ancient and Sharpie-fied green Chucks are a best friend.
One fact: She has a fear of repeating her past.
Sorry it took so long, I had a test) -
Name: Miles 'Reyes' Tannin.
Age: 18
Gender: Male.
Appearance: With a height of five feet, 6 six inches, he can and will use his stature to each and every advantage. He constantly wears a small grey beanie, and doesn't talk much about it. He is also very shy and doesn't open up to others.
Fact: Can play the guitar with an expert level of know how.
(It's fine. Who's first?) -
You can go. I can never start)
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(Alright.)
Some people were born with talent. Some learn it. I was unfortunate with having nothing. Sure, I wasn't popular in school, but I was me. As I awoke in a tired fashion with a book in my lap, I looked out of my bedroom window to see a limo parked outside the school I attended. Due to the fact our town had little famous reputation, O decided to head to the school with my guitar-a red and white Gibson- on my back. -
Wait who's the musician?)
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(You.)
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Sorry for the late ass reply)
As Scarlet awakes, she hardly recognizes the sheet music displayed across her blankets and legs as loud horn sounds. Scarlet shoots out of bed, throwing her blankets to the side, causing her papers to crinkle of the force. Scarlet looks down at her work, crumpled within the blankets. "Damnit." She spats, as she hastily starts pulling on clothing. Another horn sounds, then another, then another. "Surges I get it. We'll be late." As Scarlet is ready to walk out, she notices a weight that is missing. Scarlet runs up the stairs, taking two at a time, as she throws her door open, eyes darting across her sad excuse for a bedroom at the moment. It was in ruins at the moment, her blankets thrown onto the floor, papers thrown around the room as if it was a new type of decoration.
Scarlet pushes her door to the side, as she spots her Yamaha C40 on it's stand. Smiling, as well with feeling victorious, she pulls her Yamaha---that she grew to name Milo---into its case, she pulls onto her back. Scarlet starts stomping down the stairs as another horn sounds, more aggressive than the last. Muttered curses under her breath, Scarlet closes the door with a vicious slam, making her way to the black limo. -
Milo: )
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Bump)
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(Sorry. Haven't been sleeping well.)
I casually, yet hurriedly, crossed the intersection to see what the fuss was about. The president? Nah. Couldn't be. It was then I had noticed a large amount of screaming kids. I wondered on what they were cheering about, until I noticed two adults exit the limo, and wave to the crowd. I was.. ticked. For some reason, I had the urge to question them, but I ignored said feeling. I walked off to the side of the school where people were chatting, mostly about whom it was. -
(Also, the hell? There's a limit on how much you can post at a time?)
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