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In CANCELLED. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Greed is Good




”The point is ladies and gentlemen that greed, for the lack of a better term is good. Greed is right, greed works. Greed clarifies, it cuts through and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed in all of its forms; greed for life, for money, for love; knowledge has marked the upward surge of mankind”

It was a quote from one of his fathers favourite movies and had essentially become somewhat of a family mantra. For the McCarthy’s, greed and gluttony we’re everything. Money, power and influence came hand in hand with the way they conducted themselves. Success wasn’t a dream, or a goal; success was an inevitability. Failure was not an option, that had been drilled into Lee more or less from birth. In hindsight those wistful days gone by where he watched his old man play the stock market and turn clients small fortunes into Forbes 500 lists were probably the best memories he had of the man. ”Buy stocks in apple” was arguably the last meaningful thing that Simon “Mr Wall Street” McCarthy said to his son...which was a shame considering they still lived together.

Lee was back in the Hills just in time for breakfast. Dear old Dad was of course taken aback by his sons sudden return; after all he was paying thousands of dollars on a medical treatment in New York that Lee had simply just left behind. Simon looked at his sons abandonment of the drugs trial a waste of money: on the flip side Lee’s mother Kate saw it as a waste of life. Her son had a life changing condition, if he wasn’t willing to fight it was the point in trying. Indifference and anger, just another normal day in the McCarthy house.

”Nice to know things never change” Lee whispered to himself as he entered his own bedroom for the first time in several months. Two separate door slams alerted him to the fact that his parents had left for work. Bet they didn’t even kiss goodbye. Dropping his bag onto the floor, Leighton entered into his bedroom with a great sigh before collapsing onto the bed. The clatter of tiny paws pelting throughout the massive house let him know that his best friend, the Rottweiler/French Mastiff pup known as Hankford was aware he was home and was coming for cuddles. Oh now he’s missed the big slobbering bastard. As if on cue the dog burst through the door with a thunderous crash and leapt up onto the bed and on top of the BH Hustler. ”Hey buddy!! How’s my big guy? You been a good boy? You been a good boy? I missed you, yes I did!” Being vulnerable was new to Lee and it wasn’t something he wanted people to see. Hankford was ok though, the pooch could keep a secret.

After a few more minutes of play, the dog settled and Lee climbed up from his king size and walked to the window. Still had the perfect view of Maddie Weavers bedroom. Sure they were better as friends than they were as a couple but nothing wrong with a bit of voyeurism now and again though: besides, now that he was back Leighton needed a new target. Glancing at last years year book that had sat on his desk since….well since last year he smiled to himself. He was spoiled for choice and he didn’t only have to choose one: greed is good.

Reaching into his pocket, the Hills resident dealer typed up a phone number and lifted the speaker to his ear awaiting an answer. ”Hyde my man, it’s Lee. Yeah good brother I’m back in LA and already bored as shit. I want you to do me a favour. Peel yourself away from your obviously busy schedule and makes some friends. We’re gonna have a game in a couple of weeks. Invites? Leave that with me. I got a few people in mind who deserve a good one. Cool man, I gotta go but we’ll sit down soon alright? Auf Wiedersehen...it’s German for goodbye Hyde. Damn your dumb, later man”

Hanging up the phone. Lee took a step back unsteadily. In a split second he started to feel lightheaded and tried to steady himself on his desk but to no avail as he hit the floor hard. He rubbed his eyes and tried to shake the cobwebs out of his head. He was just adjusting to not receiving the treatment that’s all...that’s all it could be right? Groggily he looked at his phone...wait he called Hyde? When did he do that? He felt his bones begin to tighten as he lay back on the floor with salty tears forming in his eyes. ”Control your breathing Lee...it’ll pass just control your breathing” He tightened his fists into balls and crosses his arms over his chest. Welcome home, McCarthy, welcome home.

Sometime later, Lee found himself in the parking lot of Beverly Hills High, leaning against the beloved bike he had missed so much during his absence. Mostly everyone would be in class in that moment but hell, he had been gone for months: why not cause a little chaos on his first day back? Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled a little pill from a baggy and shoved it into his mouth. From the seat on his bike Leighton picked up a little black book of name. It was time to collect some money...or make some more.

Greed was good…

In CANCELLED. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




In CANCELLED. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Hang the DJ




New York, New York, so good they named it twice. In reality, it was probably named that to make it more exciting than it really was. Sure, the east coast kids liked to party just as much as those one the west coast and it meant that Leighton was raking the money in selling them drugs but my god were they dull. The color palette of grey and black had started to make the hustler feel colourblind and the music, god the music. NYC was supposed to be a hub of new sounds, in reality it was all techno babble bullshit crap. Lee much preferred the old Mitch Morgan albums. In this damn city he has to park himself in the corner of the club and try and block out the sounds just to even try and hear himself think. He had to get out of this godforsaken place and he had to do it fast.

Rolling his lucky poker chip across his finger tips, Leighton looked to this nights companion and waved her off. ”I’m making like a tree and getting out of here. It’s been fun, oh and by the way. Happy birthday, you should tell someone to hang the dj, he is atrocious ” pressing a kiss to the forehead of the birthday girl, he ran a hand across the back of her head before pushing his way through the crowded club and out into the pitch black night.

The upper east side, you’d expect it to smell clean. Not tonight, not on this street. The air was thick like syrup and tasted like ash and sadness. Too many lis and too many broken promises littered the sad streets of New York’s elite and here tonight Lee found himself slap bang in the middle of the sea of despair. He made a short walk to a train station and hopped on an empty carriage. Time alone with his thoughts, the tangled mess they were. He hadn’t brought his notebook tonight, so he just had to hope his memory lasted a few more hours.

As he sat alone, staring at his reflection his mind drifted back to the people he left behind in LA. They all thought he was here visiting family, no one knew the truth, not even Madison. The bouts of memory loss were getting worse and his joints started to seize up now and again. A sure fire sign things weren’t going as the doctors had planned. Was this karma? Had Leighton done something horrific in a past life and he was suffering for it now? Maybe. All he knew was that time was either too short or too long depending on the day, so all he could do was live for the moment and he wasn’t going to that in New York.

The pool hall was a mythical place; a religious Mecca for the money hungry hustlers of the world. This one in particular was very very old school. Six tables, the color of money, a cloud of cigarette smoke hanging from the ceiling, the smell of cheap beer and sex lingering in the air and classic AWE playing on the small tv in the corner. The cell match between Caiden Winters and Gethin Rhys? Way better than the crap AWE shows these days. Gliding to the nearest table, Lee lay down a quarter and looked at the two grizzly players. ”I got next”He needed money if he was gonna get his ass back to Beverly Hills and going back to the first type of hustle was the quickest way to do that.

Some time and a few pool games later….

Thank you for your purchase

A smile crept across Lee’s face as he leaned back into his chair. He was going home.

In CANCELLED. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Endeavour Records (Always Open) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lovely ComplexAccepted of course :)

For anyone who hasn't posted yet, when it does come time to post just take it as if your character was in that meeting scene to save us from having multiple timelines on the go.
In Endeavour Records (Always Open) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mitch looked up from his guitar as he heard Adelaide enter the room. ”Ready as I’ll ever be I guess” He propped the musician’s axe against a wall and got to his feet just in time for Cammie to enter into the room. Mitchell had not seen her in years, not since she lost herself and became Tarika. He could never blame her for that; it happened to him and the other Zephyrs. None of them were who they thought they were, not even close. That’s what the industry did to people if they weren’t careful; it chewed them up and spat them back out as something that didn’t even resemble itself. This was one of the main reasons for starting Endeavour, to prevent even a few young artists from the pitfalls that lay ahead. Mitch sat for a second of silence as he looked upon the two women, gripping his left hand with his right behind his back, trying to halt the anxious twitch he had suddenly developed. ”Hey Cammie, it’s good to see you”

A few lingering moments of scary silence later, the banging of doors and the sound of voices alerted him to the sound of more people entering the Boneyard above. Karen turned up with pizza but before Mitchell could even comment Drew arrived, gliding through the doors with all the grace of a blind swan. Surely he had assembled a crack team to rival the Avengers and Justice League combined? This was going to be a long and arduous process, that much he knew for sure. ”Maybe...let’s all go up to the bar and have a meeting I guess”

Mitchell moved away from the recording studio and up to the bar above via a small winding staircase. Once above ground once again, he waited for everyone to take a seat. He surveyed the room and placed his hands in his pockets to hide his twitch again. He had performed in front of hundreds of thousands of people but here in this room was where he was feeling the most fear, the most terror. He had handpicked everyone who sat there, not because of their fame or lack thereof but because he saw something in them, something he couldn’t quite his finger on, something he wanted to explore and nurture until they were ready to fly on their own.

”I’m...I’m not the best at speeches so I’ll try to make this brief. For those of you I haven’t met in person yet, my name is Mitchell. I guess...I guess you could say I’m your producer. You are all here because you’re talented and because you have something to offer. Endeavour is here to make sure that you make the most of whatever gift you have and that you do it in a way that you want to, not how they want you to. Today is day one, you are all coming in on the ground floor of something we hope to make special. Talk amongst yourselves, get to know each other, jam a little if you feel so inclined. I’ll be around, floating somewhere if you need me. The apartments next door are ready for those of you who are moving in, keys are on the table with your names on. Move your stuff there and come back or do it later, whatever you want. Welcome to Endeavour everyone”

In Endeavour Records (Always Open) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Aiming for another post over the weekend :)
In Endeavour Records (Always Open) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Great opening posts so far everyone!
In Endeavour Records (Always Open) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Endeavour Records


Day One



The studio was silent and silence was the scariest sound of all. The artists had yet to arrive for their morning session and Mitch Morgan sat alone in the booth, acoustic guitar on his lap and all the time in the world. Currently in his head, the only two sounds were of the old pipes rattling inside the Boneyard above and the pitter patter of tiny paws as his Rottweiler pup Hank the Tank roamed around the rooms, looking for snacks most likely.

Mitchell ran a hand through his every thickening beard as he contemplated the music that was gestating in his brain, clawing at the walls of his mind to travel down his arms, into his fingers and out into the world via the guitar strings. He hadn’t properly in weeks and the lines upon his face reflected that fact. Creating Endeavour Records was a long and arduous process; finding the place, scoping some talent, working out contracts etc, it was all a bit business-y and well above Mitchell’s paygrade. For the most part, his good friend Nigel would run the ship and steer it through heavy waters and storms; Mitch was there to nurture the talent, to help it grow.

At the height of his fame, Mitchell Morgan could not go anywhere without someone with a camera following him. It was no discredit to say that Bernard Zephyrs was the biggest boyband on the planet; problem was they weren’t supposed to be a boyband. The guys only got together to jam. It was Nigel, who saw money in these fresh faced boys and took a chance on them. It was a gamble that could have destroyed him, instead it made him a millionaire. The meteoric rise of the Bz’s was the result of all the stars aligning at the right time and shining down a cosmic light upon them and when that light faded it destroyed them. By this admission, Mitchell was the lone survivor; a worn down, beaten up stray dog looking for a home on the island of misfit toys. Some loved them, some hated them but either way you knew the name of Bernard Zephyr.

Endeavour was not designed as a vehicle for Mitchell’s comeback or a way to stick it to the music executives who have corrupted the business. Endeavour Records was designed to be a label for those who wish to create, who wish to be who they are and nobody could tell them otherwise. They may record an album and it may never be released, they may sing one song and never sing again. It didn’t matter, it was going to be the artist's label. Mitch was there solely to provide a platform and offer guidance; the rest was up to them.

Mitchell reached out into the ether, hoping to pull something back. He plucked at a string, leaving the sound to permeate in the studio for a moment before entering further into an improvised melody:

“I stand beholden, to those who choose fire,
To accept and chase their desire.
The air I breathe, feels like poison to me,
California dream, was not meant to be.
That Hollywood song, ain’t what it seems;
Not everyone is the next Norma Jean”

Endeavour Records is open for business...
In Endeavour Records (Always Open) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@mskennedy615@Sailorsadie Of course, both accepted!

Okay everyone, I'm happy to say we've probably got enough people to start so I'll be aiming for an opening IC post for the next few days.

Now, the floodgates are open for discussion so if any of you want to have pre-existing friendships and relationships with any characters, by all means talk amongst yourselves and with me and let's get that ball rolling.
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