Erza merely rolled her eyes at the girl when she stood up, strutting her stuff as she made her exit and showing off, typical of girls like this. But if there's one thing Erza appreciated, it was that nice panty shot she, and maybe a few others, got from this preppy looking chick. A bit of a smirk crossed her lips, feeling a bit of an erotic twinge in a...certain area, but too soon did the feeling go away and she was back to scowling down with scrutiny at her own artistic masterpiece...or disasterpiece as she considered this...whatever the fuck it was. What she sketched without a single bit of attention paid to her sketchbook, it looked like something from an H.P. Lovecraft acid trip, some Hellish monstrosity with several tendrils ending in macabre, sharp appendages that could peel the flesh of many a tormented soul. As badass looking as it was...she figured she could do better. "Tch." Giving a huff of air, she stuffed the black leather sketchbook in her bag and stood up, slinging the bag carelessly over her shoulder and stepping out into the hall, just as she received a text from one of her bandmates, her rhythm guitarist,
Candace or "Candy" as she liked to be called.
HEYOZ!! \m/ ^0^ \m/ Jamming out in the school gym! Get ur azz over here, prontoz!
<3 Candy~Candy, always the cheery one of the bunch. Really they were all kinda distinct in their own way, but Erza would think of that later. Just a quick walk across the campus and she made it onto the bare hardwood floors of the gym, where the rest of her gang had already set up mics and stacked and tuned in all the amps,
Chezza's drum set was already put together, Candy and
Isabelle (or rather by her nick,
Izzy) were tuning their guitars while
Mercedes or
Merc was jamming on her bass casually to something that sounded to Erza like the opening bass riff to Black Sabbath's "NIB".
"'Bout time you showed up, Erza-doll." Izzy was the first to quip upon seeing their frontwoman make a slow entry towards the center of the gym. "Classes get you held up again?" Erza replied with a roll of her eyes, "As always. That bald fuck never knows when to shut his fucking gob. Anyone got a cig?" Then Merc cut in after her little bass improv, "Oi! You can smoke later, black lungs!" Black lungs, real cheeky of Merc. "So you gonna sing or what? We been waiting on you all day, bitch!" Her band, well her included, they loved to fuck with eachother, throwing playful jests back and forth. Erza knew not to take anything these bunch 'a bitches said to heart, all just a bunch of salty cunts the band was, Erza included as she returned fire at Merc with an insolent sneer crossing her black lips, "I dunno, Mercy. Wanna give me a li'l
tongue work to help me practice?" At this Merc only laughed, but her cheeks were burning bright red as she lifted her two fingers, waggling them suggestively, "How 'bout some of this?" before dropping one and leaving the old fashioned
Fuck You hanging in midair. "Maybe after the show, love." Erza snickered, a bit of a feigned seduction dripping off her voice. "Hell I'll even fuck Candy afterwards." And at that Candy squeaked, her own cheeks deeply reddened, "Awww! Why the fuck you gotta pick on me?"
"Cause you're the cute one, Sweet Candy." Jokingly Izzy purred, slyly slipping her tongue across her lips, only to further embarrass the younger and easily flustered rhythm guitarist. All fun and games, yes, but really....Erza was kinda wondering what it would be like to sleep with Candy. After all, the 16 year old was pretty much the only member Erza didn't have in her bed, but with a shake of the thought, her mind was back on performing, "So we just gonna sit around and lick cunt or are we gonna fucking play?" She bellowed stomping over to the mic, everyone else taking up their instruments as Chezza, the quiet one...mostly due to her being mute...started the countdown with a few taps of the cymbals, and then....like a freak thunderstorm, the gym
exploded with the fearsome roar of the band, the screaming power chords of the double axe attack, the galloping war horse beat of the bass, and the apocalyptic battle march of the drums, all culminating with the nefarious and demonic growls of Erza's signature vocals rattling through the amps. Pretty much, anybody walking by the gym or even a good distance from it could tell Hell was being raised by
Visceral Decay.
