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The Road Trip of a life time!!!

An uncomfortable laugh escaped Zac as he caught the skater in his boxers, looking away with a smirk. "Dammit man, put some clothes on!" He joked as he went around to the back of his van. Not before hearing "Yo Ben, Zac! Think fast!" And think fast he did, raising the metal horns for the photo, and bursting into laughter again at Ben getting caught with his shirt around his head.

As the others started arriving, Zac got into the back of his van to change out of his formal clothes. He pulled on a pair of khaki shorts, and blink-182 band shirt. With his skate shoes on too, he looked like he came straight out of the late 90's. He rummaged around the van, checking to make sure he had everything. Clothes, check. Guitars, check. Laptop, check. Music equipment, check. He even brought his skateboard with him too so he could skate with Benny.

As he got back out of his van, he saw that the carpark was starting to fill up. Not long now. "Hey!" He replied to Rowan with a wave. He looked around at those who had gathered, Ben, Leo and Rowan. He knew a little bit about each of them, but for the most part, they were still just acquaintances. He was looking forward to getting to know them more, and anyone else who was joining them.

The Road Trip of a life time!!!

Hahaha yes! I was actually thinking a simple white van, but I like that one better!

The Road Trip of a life time!!!

Many people found graduation ceremonies boring, tedious, and way too cheesy. And although, they definitely were boring and tedious, cheese is something Zac can't help but love. The throwing of the caps, the celebrating, the selfies and writing in each others year books. As soon as the graduates get out and get changed, Zac goes around mingling. Though he didn't have many close friends, everyone seemed eager to share kind words and promises of keeping in touch. He knew that less than ten percent of those promises would be kept, but he didn't really mind all that much. He just made sure the selfies were taken on their phones, not his.

He eventually pushes through the crowds to find his family. His parents and two younger brothers. He gathers them all in a family group hug among choruses of proud exclamations. "Thanks guys, wouldn't be here without you." He says with a heartfelt smile.
"We're so proud of you, son. And to show that..." His father pauses, taking a small box out of his jacket pocket and handing it to him. "We're giving you this."
Zac eyes the box curiously, opening it to see a key-chain. "Are you serious right now?? You're giving me the van??" He exclaims looking in between the key and his father with an ecstatic look on his face.
"Yep, it's all yours. All your stuff is already packed in it, ready for your trip."
"Oh my god, thank you so much!" He wraps his arms around his father tightly, a tear or two running down his cheek. He takes a step back, his eyes moving in between each member of his family. "I'm really gonna miss you guys. Now, I'm gonna get going before we all start crying and I don't end up leaving. I love you all, I'll call you every night!"

One last group hug, and he's off, jogging to what is now his van, which conveniently, is parked only a few spaces away from Benny's impala. He smirks when he sees Benny, the one organizing the big road trip to LA. "Yo, Benny! Check it out! Dad gave me his van!" He calls out, excitedly brandishing the keys. "So if there's not enough room in your car, I can take another one or two with me!"

The Road Trip of a life time!!!

Name: Zachary Ainsworth
Nickname: Zac
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Why you're taking the trip of a lifetime:
He was accepted to Cal State LA to study music, and wants to try to get into the music scene there, and is also looking forward to the trip, hoping to get plenty of inspiration and experience from it.

Personality:
Zac is a very chilled and laid back guy. He can come across as fairly introverted but once he feels comfortable with someone he is very outgoing. He is always happy to meet new people and talk about music or video games, or almost anything. He enjoys listening even more than he does talking. He likes to feel helpful and useful, and is always there for his friends, or almost anyone really. He always tries to be on everyone's good side and is trusting to a fault. As a lot of creative people are, he is prone to unexpected bouts of depression that can last anywhere from an hour to a week. This can often leave him bedridden for days on end. He also often puts other people's happiness and well being above his own. There are also short times where he will keep to himself due to thinking that he is just a bother to everyone around him. He often gets over it quickly, but it is always there at the back of his mind. He tries to be calm and collected, but is often quick to overreact and over think most things. Even the tiniest issue can turn into a horrible world altering disaster in his mind if he lets it. Zac is very opinionated, and often struggles to find the line between assertive and and aggressive when it comes to arguments, especially when it's something he's passionate about. Secretly, he is a hopeless romantic. He often keeps it hidden to avoid getting hurt, but it's there, and he can't wait to find someone to finally share that side of him with.

Background:
Not much to say about Zac's childhood. He grew up in a supportive family of musicians, and started learning guitar at a very early age. He never showed much of an interest in anything other than music, and his parents were always supportive of that, considering that was there passion as well. Throughout High School he dealt with depression fairly severely, but made it through with the help of his family and music.

Favourite Music Genres:
Pop-Punk
Emo
Many different kinds of metal/hardcore
Grunge

Other:
-He is a multi-instrumentalist, having at least a fundamental grasp of many different instruments.
-Will listen to almost any style of music, but don't expect him to enjoy country or most mainstream pop/hip-hop.
-He loves writing, songs and stories, though doesn't do it nearly as much as he plays music.

The Road Trip of a life time!!!

Awesome! Much excite! Also... I call shotgun!!

The Road Trip of a life time!!!

Here ya go! Hope you like it!

Zachary Ainsworth

Name: Zachary Ainsworth
Nickname: Zac
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Why you're taking the trip of a lifetime:
He was accepted to Cal State LA to study music, and wants to try to get into the music scene there, and is also looking forward to the trip, hoping to get plenty of inspiration and experience from it.

Personality:
Zac is a very chilled and laid back guy. He can come across as fairly introverted but once he feels comfortable with someone he is very outgoing. He is always happy to meet new people and talk about music or video games, or almost anything. He enjoys listening even more than he does talking. He likes to feel helpful and useful, and is always there for his friends, or almost anyone really. He always tries to be on everyone's good side and is trusting to a fault. As a lot of creative people are, he is prone to unexpected bouts of depression that can last anywhere from an hour to a week. This can often leave him bedridden for days on end. He also often puts other people's happiness and well being above his own. There are also short times where he will keep to himself due to thinking that he is just a bother to everyone around him. He often gets over it quickly, but it is always there at the back of his mind. He tries to be calm and collected, but is often quick to overreact and over think most things. Even the tiniest issue can turn into a horrible world altering disaster in his mind if he lets it. Zac is very opinionated, and often struggles to find the line between assertive and and aggressive when it comes to arguments, especially when it's something he's passionate about. Secretly, he is a hopeless romantic. He often keeps it hidden to avoid getting hurt, but it's there, and he can't wait to find someone to finally share that side of him with.

Background:
Not much to say about Zac's childhood. He grew up in a supportive family of musicians, and started learning guitar at a very early age. He never showed much of an interest in anything other than music, and his parents were always supportive of that, considering that was there passion as well. Throughout High School he dealt with depression fairly severely, but made it through with the help of his family and music.

Favourite Music Genres:
Pop-Punk
Emo
Many different kinds of metal/hardcore
Grunge

Other:
-He is a multi-instrumentalist, having at least a fundamental grasp of many different instruments.
-Will listen to almost any style of music, but don't expect him to enjoy country or most mainstream pop/hip-hop.
-He loves writing, songs and stories, though doesn't do it nearly as much as he plays music.

The Road Trip of a life time!!!

Yo, this looks like a lot of fun! I'll write up a CS ASAP! :)

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

As the trio burst through the back door, with Sammy sprinting to their car as the other two took cover on the outside of the doorway, popping out to take a few pot shots at the cultists still in the building, something caught Bobby's eye that piqued his interest. It looked like the Glabro form of a Garou, but far more feline. If he wasn't mistaken, that was one of the Khan. A Weretiger. He'd never seen one himself, but he had stories.

As Sammy came around with the car, the other two piled in quickly, still with rifles clenched and aimed out the windows. "Follow those cars!" Bobby called out of the sound of gunfire as he fire off a few more shots into the door way of the club. "One of them is Fera, I think. We have some things to chat about."

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

It was in an interlude between two songs that the Society started their attack, and Bobby snarled as he barely moved out of the way of an oncoming bullet. This wasn't the first time that the trio had dealt with Hunters, so it's not like they were unprepared. He and the other two weaved backstage, where they had counter-measures waiting for them. Sammy grabbed a duffel bag, opening it and throwing an assault rifle each to Bobby and Jake. They weren't going to shift unless they had to. "Alright boys, be careful of civilians, head straight to the exit, and straight to the car." The trio nodded to each other, taking a moment to prepare before moving back out of the backstage green room.

Bobby held the front, assault rifle in hand, dodging between any pieces of cover he could find. He wasn't the best shot, but he was capable, squeezing the trigger whenever his crosshairs fell over a Hunter. Jake watched the rear, staying low. He was a better shot than Bobby, though he definitely excelled in close combat, the butt of his rifle meeting the skulls on any hunter stupid enough to get close. Sammy was much quicker, wielding two pistols instead. As a Ragabash, he was naturally agile, dodging and weaving as he put bullet after bullet into oncoming hunters with pretty decent aim. Hopefully their combined skills were enough to get them out of there.

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

The small pack spent an hour or two talking with the local Bone Gnawers, who were convened in an abandoned parking complex for the moment. It wasn't too eventful, no one seemed to know much about what was going on, although they learnt something that made Bobby's lips turn to a scowl. There was a current treaty with the local vampires. Bobby growled to himself softly, feeling sick to his stomach at the very thought. He didn't voice his feelings, but he hated vampires. More than most things. He had a particularly angry songs about that hatred, covered by a thin veil of metaphors of course.

"Vampires?! Really? Is that really how low the rabble is scooping?!" Bobby exclaimed furiously as the trio got back into their vehicle. His fists were clenched tightly, obviously livid.
"Calm it, Bobby..." Jake said in a calm, level-headed manor as he started the car, driving down the road to the bar they were playing at. "I hate leaches as much as you do, but we don't always have to be at war with them. What help does mindless war ever do?"
"It certainly make me feel better." Bobby retorted gruffly, although he made an effort to try to calm himself. "I just wish we learnt more about what's going on here..."
"About that..." Sammy chimed in with a smirk on his face. "I actually heard about someone who apparently found a Caern somewhere in the city. They gave me their number and I said we'd check it out."
"Alright! Nice one Sammy, now we've got something to do between shows. Give them a call after the show." Bobby replied, actually managing a smile as they turned into the parking lot behind the bar. That news definitely brightened his mood. They loaded their gear in, setting straight up on stage since they were the first band of the night. It was empty at this point, but it started to fill up quite steadily as it got closer to kick off.

Bobby looked out from backstage at the crowd before they got on stage. It had filled out quite nicely. He was pleasantly surprised, jumping on the spot a few times and stretching his arms. "You ready boys?" He asked his brothers who were doing similar warm-ups, and both responded enthusiastically. "Let's do this then." He raised his beer bottle, and the other two touched their bottles to his. "To Franky!" They saluted before downing their beers. Their pre-show ritual. They each cracked open another beer before enthusiastically taking the stage. Bobby grabbed the microphone, setting his beer down next to one of the on-stage speakers. "What's up, L.A? We are Splintered from New York, hope you fuckers are ready to get rowdy!"

With a nod from Bobby, Sammy started with a slow, chuggy riff on his guitar, the beefy, distorted sound booming loudly from his amp setting the mood for Jake to come crashing in with a heavy hitting drum beat, kicking off the slow and brutal opening track, perfect to get the crowd warmed. Bobby's vocals kicked in, raw anger and emotion tearing from his vocal chords, and his passionate performance adding to the visual spectacle. Both Bobby and Sammy were wild on stage, thrashing around violently, hopefully encouraging the crowd to do the same. But they were more than anger and crazy stage presence. They had skill too. When Bobby was doing more than belting wild, angry screams into the mic, it was obvious he had a beautiful voice, though he didn't often let it show. And the musicianship delivered by the other two was more than proficient. Sammy's fingers surfed the fretboard of his guitar with accuracy, and Jake's furious and lightning fast onslaught on the drums was definitely something.