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Hit The Road- IC
(Post in the OOC and wait to be Accepted Hit the Road OOC)
The sun beamed brightly through the windows of a small Quickstop called 'The Dixie Boy', A small array of tables set up to the right corner of the room for drivers to stop, fill up and have a bite to eat. The Baltimore traffic began to start booming as the electronic clock at the top over the door flame clicked it's red florescent numbers to '11:37'. The tables and chairs were a tacky dark green, and the occupants of the entire room seemed to be those that either crawled out of the ghetto for a snack, or inbreds of the trailer park. Homeless gatherd around the counter, aching for the on-the-ball cashier to blink for a second away from the unlocked register. Bulky gang members strided through the isles of snacks and baked goods, eyeing the place out. Among these usualy 'Baltimorians' were elderly citizens, and the usual punker.
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Jed was slumped back in his tacky, plastic over metal frame chair- large arms crossed over the surface of the matching plastic table, the rough material of his thick leather jacket making soft swishing noises acrost the smooth plastic. Jed's stone gray eyes flicked upward in a routine check of the digital clock at the exit of the room- almost twelve. The interest clipping he put in the newspaper directed anyone interested to the Dixie Boy gasstation at 12:00.
Jed broke the silence of the room with a loug craaaack sound, heads turning to view the large man leaning back in his chair, having just used the backrest to make one of the most stomach churching cracks anyone had ever heard. Slowly he rose as soon as necks turned away, his dangling metal wallet chain ringing gently against the steel frame of the chair, resting against his black denim jeans as he stood. Idly he tucked the large cuffs of his jeans over thick, reverse steel toed boots. "Hurry the fuck up..." He grunted, shifting a lock of hair out of his eyes.
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Build my fear of what's out there Cannot breathe the open air Whisper things into my brain Assuring me that I'm insane
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Wisher sighed as she drove up to the Dixie Boy gas station. Why the fuck were they meeting here? Her dark golden eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at herself in her rear view mirror. She made sure her long black hair was poofed up just right in the back and her bangs hung from right to left in a swoop. Her lips were painted a light pink, all except for the area where her lip ring was. With one last glance in the mirror, she made sure her eyeliner was looking good.
The girl opened her door and stepped out. She was wearing a black tank top with a silver dragon on the back of it. Her jeans were dark washed and boot cut. She wore black boots on her feet. Around her neck was a black collar. Wisher looked down at her body. She was skinny for her age and she enjoyed that. She looked good in this outfit. Now that she was over being vain, Wisher walked towards the entrance. She flung open to door and all eyes were on her. She glared at a few hillbillies staring her down like she was a piece of meat. Her golden eyes found who she was looking for. He was leaning back in a chair. Her boot made little noise as she walked over to him. "Hey. You Jed?" She asked. Her voice gave nothing away about her except for that she was a female. [[ I'll post again later.]]
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Rilla thanked the taxi-man repeatedly, giving him one-hundred dollars from the ride from New York all the way to Baltimore. She strapped her bass to her back carefully and grasped her oversized messenger bag of clothing. And smiled nervously as she looked around, her right eye twitching instinctively. Where were they supposed to meet? She turned around and reached into her back pocket of her dark blue flares, pulling out a tanned piece of paper. It was.......at...
"The Dixie Boy?" She said in a rough and thick accent. She could read English very well.....but she was ashamed she could not pronounce it correctly. She turned a vivid shade of red and puffed her cheeks out cutely, looking around. Right across the street. She walked in and looked around, her blue eyes flickering around. She didn't know what to do.... "Gerade wundervoll…." She muttered to herself, letting out a huff that moved her bangs away from her face. She adjusted her skeleton hoodie and then stood there like any forgein person would, nervously and with confusion laced across their features.....at least, the feature you could see. Which was her lips. Which had one snakebite on either side of her mouth. Use this to translate the jibberish. It's easy. Don't use if your computer isn't really fast. It'll mess it up I thinks. German Translation
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Vitek revved into the newly available space in front of the gas station quickly to prevent any other driver from stealing it. His Jeep almost ran over the concrete curb in his haste. He hopped down from the vehicle, literally for it had it's suspension modified in it's past. Vitek loved his Jeep, it could go off road like nobody's business. He slammed the driver door shut and grabbed he handle of the gas station door with his tattooed hand. It lead up to his entire arm tattooed in various artworks compiling into a sleeve. Same with the opposite arm. He pulled it open and walked inside.
He had come here because of an ad in the paper. His old band had disbanded leaving him high and dry musically. He had taken up this offer because he was itching for some jammin. Looking over at the slushie machine he decided that he was a wee bit thirsty so he started fixing himself a large slushie.
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Jed turned slightly to the left, eyeing the girl whom had aproached him as he had began to stand up. He towerd over the girl by atleast four inches. "Yeah, thats me. Answering the AD?" He replied casually, pushing his shoulders back gently, a soft rustling sound emitting as his black 'Nuclear Assault' shirt brushed gently against the inside fabric.
"What instrument do you play?" Jed prepared to roll his eyes, expecting the answer of the girl to be vocalism. So many poser musicians passed him every day claiming to know how to sing, and all they can do is scream. This made him sick to his stomach, having gone through years of self training to be able to sing and a entire generation of kids began ruining it with "REEEEEEEEE RAH BRAHH RUUUUUUUUU"
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"Lead guitar." Wisher answered. She looked back to notice two more people walk in. They were probably here for the other band positions. The girl stood to where Jed could see her a bit better. She nibbled on her lip ring. It was such a nervous habit. She hated doing it, but she couldnt help it.
"I'm guessing you sing?" Her golden hues looked him over carefully. He looked like the type. It made her smirk as her eyes returned to look at his. He was taller than she was, but then again, most people were.
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Ad? Her blue hues flickered over to the man and woman standing up, the man was considerably taller than her...she could tell. She fiddled with her earing that trailed down to another earing with a chain, before her stomach growled loudly. She reddened with embarrasment and then decided on getting some food before she began to talk. She set down her messenger bag with a large thud and then set her bass against it and the bar, sitting on one of the swirly stools she had back home.
She let out a childish giggle and batted her feet together playfully before a man came over with a pad of paper she knew well. "What can I get you?" Her mind quit. What had he said? She'd never heard that sentence before. A frown marred her face as she opened her mouth to speak. "Excuse me?" "Would ya like ordering anything hun?" He asked again in a sickly sweet tone. Her frown was almost engraved onto her face. What was he saying? "I does not speak the English well." Rilla said nervously. "Do you want food?" He asked in an annoyed tone and a girl from behind the barstand glared at him, making him swallow his words. He then smiled nervously and then asked her to forgive him, which she did with a curt nod. "I like the.....chickun?" She said blinking. He held back a laugh with a hand over his mouth, and jotted it down before telling her it would be out shortly, she had no idea what that meant, but by the smell coming from the kitchen, it was going to be here soon. The chickun as they called it. He came back out with a grin on his face and leaned against the opposite side of the bar. "It is chicken." He said so that Rilla would understand. "I said that. Chickun." She said with her usual harsh accent. He then began to teach her how to say chicken correctly, otherwise...other people would get his own reason to laugh. Which wouldn't be fun if everyone knew. 'OH- mein Gott…can I not get anything correct?' She thought and groaned, muttering to herself in her own tongue.
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What sick lullabies are we singing today?
Ich bin Online
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09-19-2008
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"You bet your ass I sing." Jed grunted, tossing a lock of hair to the left. Dark eyes looked up over the frame of the girl infront of him, soaking in her delicate details before his eyes laid on the other individuals in the room- obviously fitting the persona's of his new band.
Switching back to Wisher, he nodded enthusiastically. "Guitar, eh? What sort of styles are you into- I think we just might try and get all our feet in the wading pool before we really decide on a genre.. but I dont fucking scream."
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Wisher smirked. "I can play anything you lay in front of me. I prefer more punk rock, but I can do anything. I even dabbled in country for a while." She shook her head at that confession. Yeah, she had played country. She was going through a stage when she was younger. Something had just old her to play country one day. She also had a voice on her and she almost got a record deal, but she felt like she was betraying her metal parents.
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