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Rask's Broken Horn Band

Rask smiled at his band as they continued to pass the paper around, every single one seemingly happy with the terms and the pay they had already. Damn this had better be worth it, Rask was down to his last few gold now. Getting them five hundred pieces each had been a stretch. Rask boldly and loudly bid those leaving a farewell, he may as well try and foster good relations as soon as possible, especially if he was going to be trusting these people with his life, and the lives of his other band members. With the departure of the final member Rask sat back down and looked at the two females in front of him. Pulling the note in he smiled and checked he did in fact have their names correctly pronounced, if they sounded how they were spelled then he was fine. The witch woman had retaken her place at the table, at least there was some civility there, however the elf brawler was standing now. Though in truth Rask didn't mind, so long as she heard him. Lifting a hand he breathed deeply and a dagger unfolded from his hand, ghostly in it's appearance it hovered for a moment, before he took the tip on his finger and spun the blade there with his other hand. Finally ge stopped the blade and allowed it to meld with him again. Chuckling he sat back further, the chair creaking.

"If that hasn't made it clear, I have a small talent, illusions and very basic actions are my forte. However, with training I believe I could do more. Miss..." Rask looked at the note again. "Thorne, you clearly have quite the talent. I wish for you to teach me during our travels together." Rask then looked over at the elf fighter.

"And you..." Rask checked the note, realising there was no surname he scowls before continuing. "Thena. I want you to teach me to fight, and I want you to hit me." Rask gave a cursory glance to make sure nobody was hovering by the entrance. "I can throw a punch, but not like you. And even if practice is me getting beaten by you, I will take it since it will toughen me up. And I believe that is all I wished to talk about. I just need to know if you will both do this and then we are done, I have my own gear to retrieve and I am sure you also wish to collect belongings and supplies. I will bring enough for me and a little spare, so don't expect me to be feeding you. That's what the gold is for." Rask winked before walking towards the exit and offering it up to the pair left. "I shall await you at the West Gate."

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The sun hadn't risen yet but Rask had already assembled what was needed at the gate. An assortment of five basic work horses, a mix of patterns, were lined up against a post, taking their fill of oats and water from the troughs available. Rask slowly circled the six packs on the ground, they were fairly small, filled with some equipment and mostly his notes and writings on the treasure of the Sayamir Pass. The packs were light and Rask intended each person to carry one strapped to their horse, easily leaving enough space for their own provisions and gear. Happy with the leather bindings and the boiled blubber waterproofing he then checked each of the horses feet and coats, no signs of decay or damage were present, which further improved Rask's mood, despite the chill on the breeze without the sunlight. He was in the same outfit he had worn the day before, however now he had a thick sheepskin coat over his shoulders and thicker army boots on his feet. On his belt his scabbard held his long sword and a dagger. Finally content with the state of affairs Rask mounted his horse and killed the time marching up and down the line of other horses there, whilst thinking on their upcoming adventure.

With the sun just cresting the marble dome that was the centre of Gothic-Maxima, or at least the government centre, Rask spotted the first of his companions. Rekugin had arrived precisely on time, much to Rask's pleasure, and Rask greeted him with a calm wave.

"Friend, it is good to see you so punctual. Grab a horse and a pack, mount and we shall await the others. Perhaps you could tell me a little about yourself whilst we wait..." Rask leaned forward on his saddle quizzically.

Rask's Broken Horn Band

Sorry about my lateness, a post is coming :)

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@Ogobrogo Just as a note, Jack has only just introduced himself...so he isn't being chatted up :L Unless you are going with a 'what it looks like from their perspective' in which case ignore me and carry on :)

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And mine is up...working class lingo is being thrown at Cece and Leo :P

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Jack Sullam

Jack felt a buzzing vibration in his pocket as he leaned against the wall. Rifling through his pockets he found his phone and pulled it out, a message from someone he had met from the Dorms. 'Ginge' was the name on the screen, however Jack didn't even remember putting it in, nor did he remember a single ginger person he had met. Nevertheless he opened the message and looked at the attached photo. Inside there was a blurry image of two lads, twins except from their clothes according to the poor quality of the snap, and a message that read as follows...

Hey man, I listened to some of your tracks online. I luv it! I heard these two posh nobs were having some party at Shangri-La. Maybe u wanna see if u can DJ? Let me know if u do.

From the use of 'nobs' Jack assumed that he was probably British, thus the bonding session and swapping of phones probably occurred, though he still couldn't remember this 'Ginge'. Holding his phone up he hovered it around, attempting to match the fuzzy picture to the people leaving. Finally settling on two girls and a guy who looked like a well dressed, and lonesome, figure matching the image. The girls he didn't recognise. Jack was about to step forward when he had to catch himself and take a step back, having almost collided with what was now simply a whoosh of air, though he suspected it had been the girl who was making away from him with a passion. Whilst Jack considered himself better than most men, animal instinct took over and his head tilted slightly, his eyes jumping from the speedy legs, to the rear, then to the figure. Before finally resting on the hair. The girl even looked back and Jack shot his own smile her way. Damn, was the only thought that came to mind. Quickly though Jack scolded himself mentally. 'Come on Jacky boy. You're better than that, besides. You have work to do...' However his personal lesson was lost as he tried to spot the girl again. But she was gone. Sighing he then turned back to the small pose he had seen earlier. One of the girl had left now, there may not be a better chance. Jack eased his way through the flow of foot traffic, using his shoulder to budge the more 'solid' standing pupils out of his way. One time he was knocked and almost dropped his phone which, foolishly, he hadn't returned to his pocket.

When it seemed like the wall of 'Paco Rabanne', and fragrances he didn't recognise because he didn't have the money too, wouldn't end, Jack suddenly came out the other side. "Like bloody Narnia that..." Jack muttered to himself, now free to approach Cece and Leo, though of course he didn't know their names. The briefest of taps on Leo's shoulder heralded Jack's presence. Holding out a hand he offered a a gruff, friendly, working class handshake. Along with this he spoke in his usual, fairly strong British accent.

"Hey fella, name's Jack. I hear you're holdin' some sort of gatherin' at Shangri-La later today. I was wonderin' if you had a DJ booked? I've done a couple of festivals and gigs, but I could never turn down a chance to play some more. I'd even do it for the cost of movin' my gear, and that's a better price than you'll get from anybody else." Jack then turned to Cece, the generic male once over flashed across his mind, but less so than before. "Sorry love, nice to meet'cha too." Jack held his hand out again.

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@HushedWhispers

Haha will since im gunna be sucking up a bit...we shall see :)

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I shall get a post up after work :)

To Rebuild A Galaxy (Jackson and Kita)

Its all good :) As long as you got the chromebook working :D

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I got one up now, not my best work but a platform for sure :)

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Jack Sullam

The sound of Hendrix reverberated around the room as Jack's alarm went off. Roughly he rolled over and swung a hand dumbly towards the source of the noise. His old phone registered the touch and quickly went silent. The room was still dark and whilst the sudden illumination of the screen had been blinding, now the dark was the same. Scratching at his eyes Jack carefully sat up and spun around so that his feet touched the floor. The front of his feet met with the rug he had bought, the bottom half sat on the cold wood flooring that was bare under his bed. Shuddering at it's touch Jack stood and stretched out his frame. His muscles tensed, before releasing and shaking slightly. Giving his rear a quick scratch Jack blindly fondled his way to the windows blinds, pulling on the cord he squinted as a bright rising sun appeared. The sun illuminated the rooms contents beautifully. In one corner of the room was Jack's bed, a spartan looking thing with an admittedly comfy mattress and duvet. His sheets were plain white and bought from another one of the hundred bargain shops that could be found in any city. The other corner held Jack's pride and joy. A stand for his guitar and then his DJ kit that he had since he was at the Academy. Alongside it was a fairly good set of Sennheiser surround sound speakers. The wall was plastered with a mix of posters, some of bands Jack liked and others posters for his own gigs. The final side of the room, underneath the window was where his drawers were, and the wall with the en suite and the entrance also held his wardrobe.

Padding over to the en suite Jack begun his daily cleansing routine. Whilst he wasn't one of the effeminate males who felt a need to oil and lotion every part of their skin, he knew that he could stink if he didn't clean properly. A scrub and shampoo filled his needs perfectly and by the time he was standing back in his room he had the faint aroma of tea tree and his hair was a mess of wet strands. Using his towel he aided the air in drying his body, dragging the rough cloth over his skin and shaking as the water was quickly cooling, along with his body. Carefully he ran his fingers through his beard, still well kept, it didn't need a trim just yet. Happy with the state of himself, Jack rolled on a fair amount of antiperspirant -he found that the sprays didn't last long enough- and sprayed on a fairly cheap fragrance. Finally he used a brush to put his hair into presetable form and push down a particularly stubborn patch of beard which didn't want to stay put. Reaching into his drawers he grabbed his freshly cleaned boxers and socks. Pulling them on with one hand, he used his other to reach back into the drawers and pull out a pair of black skinny jeans.

Hopping across the room as he pulled on his jeans Jack was smooth enough to trip on his rug and half fall into his cupboard. Cursing his clumsiness he righted himself and chuckled at his own misfortune. Opening his cupboard he pulled out his an old checkered plaid shirt and pulled it over his frame. Doing up the shirt he left the top two buttons undone, leaving a slight patch of chest hair showing. Checking himself in the mirror once more, Jack was happy with the final result. Grabbing his phone, keys and wallet from the bedside table he walked to the door and let himself out, making sure to slide into his camel coloured desert boots which stood alongside all his other shoes by the door. However it took some strength as he held the door against the rush of other people in the dorm looking to get down to the gymnasium.

The walk to the gymnasium was a fairly short one, living on campus may not have been popular with previous alumni, but damn it was useful. Brushing past fellow 'paupers' he noticed that many had the same excited look on their face that was tainted with a look of nerves and worry. Jack was certain the same face was plastered all over his skull. Arriving at the gymnasium Jack raised a single eyebrow, he hadn't expected trust fund kids to be too happy that they were giving out scholarships. However he hadn't expected such segregation. The divide was both terrifying and impressive. Normally something like this would have to be co-ordinated, yet here it was happening totally naturally due to people's prejudice. People truly were animals. He would have loved to to sit in what was obviously the better seats, however before he could even try, he was swiftly rushed into the 'poor' seats. Grabbing one of the less comfortable seats he shifted and looked around the room. The divide was stark and frankly disgusting.

The speech at the beginning of the year seemed as if taken from a book. In actual fact Jack ended up totally blanking out from the speech, instead slowly looking around the room and thinking to himself. Every person had a story to tell, and part of Jack wanted to hear all of them. However another part of him wanted the room to empty so he could have some space to enjoy his time at Hollywood University. Instead the speech simply made him feel more and more alien here, as if he were a burden rather than a boon. As the speech came to an end Jack pushed his way out of the gymnasium quickly, he didn't want to stick around that long and leant up against the wall outside of the gymnasium, as the slower mix of rich and poor filed out.