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    1. Damon 11 yrs ago

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Your character looks good! Everything is done perfectly fine. I'll be throwing up my character either tonight or tomorrow sometime!
... Hopefully it was OK that I posted, wasn't sure if we were just going to keep on posting in that same order. Again, hope it was OK. If not I can totes change my post or whatnot.
Running into the diner at the start of a performance was just his luck. Blake had been busting tables at another small diner down the road but got out a bit later than he had first expected. The pianist wanted to get in as soon as possible to play and listen to others, hoping that while he and the rest of the audience were listening to the vast majority of musicians they would forget his performance. He tried his best to sneak in without making a sound, but like when you try to do the best you can something always seems to go wrong. The sound of the door slamming shut sounded obnoxiously loud, causing Blake to bite his lips has he tip-toed away to an empty table. He hoped that the door wasn't a big deal, and felt that it wasn't as the singer was going through his song magnificently.

"I actually know this song!" His head whispered, listening to the piano play in the background. The young man didn't know the actual song, as he has only heard the piano version of it, having become fascinated with knowing that it was a rock band's song turned into a simpler more pretty version.

As the singer finished his song Blake clapped his hands wildly and loudly. The guy got brownie points from Blake too, with the usage of a piano version, he always gave extra loud claps to those who did songs with the piano or a piano cover. Blake, without confidence, walked up to a blonde MC as the last performer rushed off the stage. "I... Err, I'd like to perform next if that's cool?"

The blonde MC gave Blake an examination, scanning him from head to toe, before raising and eyebrow and muttering, "OK, you're up next then. Name, and what equipment did you need?"

"My name's Blake." He bowed, giving thanks to the man. Pointing at a piano in the corner he went on, "Can I use the piano?"

"Of course," he stated monotonously. Snapping his fingers and pointing at the piano another stage tech hopped onto the piano, checking everything before giving Blake the go ahead. "Alright buddy, you're up." He patted Blake on the back as the MC on stage had already began his introduction.

"Up next is Blake!"

The pianist hesitantly skipped onto the stage, waving to the crowd. With an awkward smile on his face he tried his best to look at the various eyes that were now on him. "Evening, I'm Blake..." He restated, waving his hand again nervously. Creeping his way to the piano he slid in place and tested out the sound of the piano, hitting random keys as he belted out a quick song.

"Here we go," he whispered to himself, trying to create and boost his own confidence and morale. "You got this, you got this!" He hit the first key and began his song. With the first note gone he felt things were going smooth.

"You tell me that you're sorry, you didn't think I'd turn around..." Blake confidently sang, preparing himself for a bigger part of the song, it's chorus. "And say... It's too late to apologize..." With what he considered a simpler and hopefully emotional take on the OneRepublic song he swiftly and proudly circled around to the last line.

"I'm holdin' on your rope, got me ten feet off... the ground." As he ended the song, Blake sat for a few moments, taking everything in. He muted out the crowd and whatever claps (if any) he got, just reeling in the feeling of actually performing. He stood and nervously and awkwardly bowed before hopping off the stage, rushing back to his table. The musician had a big smile on his face as he felt some confidence rise in his chest. He felt proud of himself, something he hadn't felt in a long time.

I do just want to apologize to you guys, the ones who are still here at least, as a GM I should be doing better at breathing life into this RP. I'm trying to seek ways to do it, PMs to people to see if they've still got interest, but even so that's not enough. I'm attempting to introduce us into the main part of the story to get the ball rolling too. But the thing is I don't want to move on too fast since no one is posting, or more so I can't even move on because no one is posting, other than a few.

Again, I do take fault in the slowness of the RP. Please hang in there with me, but I understand if you must go because lagging and dragging RPs are a muse killer, I know.
^ having the last post was nerve-wrecking. I had to find a way to be on par with EVERYONE. Q_Q
BUMP OUR OOC IS UP!
The saying the early bird gets the worm was always something Blake followed. He rose at the crack of dawn, literally sometimes at the crack of dawn, starting his day off with a morning jog, a shower, and a cup of coffee. By now he considered himself a master barista, having made his own coffee for a couple of months now. Living on his own was quite the headache, but it was much more worth it than being at home with his parents where the headache didn't come from real life, only plastic problems. By 8am, with breakfast and coffee in hand, Blake was on his keyboard playing a few tunes or watching TV catching up on the local news. The town he picked was new and interesting to him, having little to no idea or details about it, having to just pick up on things by himself.

This morning was no exception to what was now his daily routine. After his early morning jog and shower, he brewed himself a small pot of coffee and cooked himself a nice breakfast of eggs, sausages, and a bowl of tasteless, bland cheerios. Saturday mornings and Saturdays in general for Blake used to be relaxing, not having a job before moving, but now he kept himself as busy as possible. Making money was no small thing and he wanted to do it mostly on his own. The once spoiled rich kid had saved enough of his own money, but was only willing to use that for emergencies, so finding a job was a must. Quickly sipping the last of his milk from his cereal bowl he smiled, looking at his dirty counters, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

Blake worked at 9 until 3, having the rest of the night off after that, and the following Sunday. It was one of his only weekends, off where he could go out and have a bit of fun around town. Blake somehow worked up the courage and signed himself up for an open mic night at a local diner, having been practicing a song for a few weeks. He wasn't so sure on his singing, but was definitely confident and proud in his skills on the piano and keyboard. Singing didn't come until way after he began playing the piano so his skills weren't as refined, plus he had piano lessons not singing ones.

With another spoonful of his eggs and a sip of his coffee he was ready to start playing. His little cozy loft had great acoustics, making his playing and singing sound even better than what he thought, but knowing full well it was all just in his head. Smiling he began the intro to his song, warming up his voice, and confidence.

"I'm holdin' on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground..." He paused for a moment and re-sang the first two verses.

"Woah," he muttered, shaking softly. A chuckle escaped his lips as he felt shivers run down his spine. Blake had found that he sang the first two verses beautifully for once, noting that it was obviously just a fluke, but a good enough fluke for him to carry on confidently with the song.
Wormgod, our characters ages range from 15-22, not sure if any of them are quite there yet in the CIA, haha.
I guess "normal" people. XD
No supplies, as of right now. So no need to throw that into your CS. And as for the going against each other, that is up to your character to decide whether or no he and/or she will help the others. At first we'll all appear together, so again, we're going to have to see what happens IC.

EDIT: It might sound or be worded odd in my writing, but what I'm trying to hint at is that it will be more thoroughly explained IC what is going on.
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