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Rock RP
Apr 15, 2007 20:04:42 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 15, 2007 20:04:42 GMT -8
Hey, another rp to work on. No rules as to where it goes.
He came there every night, just to watch the girl with the guitar, who gripped the mike like a wild animal, hair and eyes splayed shining through the darkness. Downing another dingy glass of dusty vodka under the shifting, colored lights, he watched her. Screw those universities. Screw them all. He’d abandoned his classes, the shivering desperation of the material society finally overcoming him. It gets everyone eventually, but the tragedy was that it hit him in what could have been his prime. This was a quiet depression, where the heart swells and shrinks as it beats because of heartache. Girls had come and gone in his life, but never stayed. And the last, well, the last had left him for a handsomer man, with money and everything that he couldn’t offer her. He couldn’t offer her a beautiful house. He only had a shoddy apartment. He couldn’t offer her wealth because the jobs he had were slim and starved his wallet. They starved his wallet still while she starved his heart with some other man, older. He probably would use her up and toss her aside, and she’d never see it coming. But Alex saw it coming, and he swore to her he would never do that to her. He could give her what really mattered. But the world is in poor shape, he reminded himself. But it is so blind it can’t see. To them, I am the wreck. He was innocent once. He never really did things he wasn’t supposed to; it was true. He wasn’t one for drugs or sex with shady strangers. And he wasn’t one to rave, to steal, to yell, to violently outpour. No. This was quiet depression. And it was the deadliest of all. His hands felt the moisture of the mucky liquor glass and Alex swallowed, understanding nothing but that there was some girl on stage that he saw every night because she was talented and she was mysterious and she was fascinating. Everyone likes what they can never get.
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Rock RP
Apr 16, 2007 19:45:02 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Apr 16, 2007 19:45:02 GMT -8
ooc: I guess this could be an intro. meet Zak
bic:
The moment he turned 21 he was out, out of that house that only held him back every waking minute of the day. He wanted freedom, and he got that freedom through his music. His art, his talent, it flowed through him.
But with talent comes a price. Fame comes with a price. One that cant be ignored.
BLAM BLAM BLAM
A hammering on the greenroom door.
"Open this door! You guys are on in five! Get your asses out here," shouted some male voice outside.
"Hey Zak, your turn," another voice from within the room said, female.
Cut. Sniff. Repeat.
The slender male cleared his nose and wiped any evidence of his using from his nose. His manager would kill him if he found out Zak was high each time he went on stage. But then again, the bills he threw at his manager's feet always seemed to keep him happy and out of his hair.
The buzz was there. That of his mind, and of the cheers of the waiting crowd outside.
Swinging the door open, Zak pushed passed security. The bright lights called him, the crowd cheering giving a better high than the drugs flowing through his system.
Nah, the drugs were better.
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Rock RP
Apr 16, 2007 19:52:17 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 16, 2007 19:52:17 GMT -8
ooc: hah. nice. christmas crack?
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Rock RP
Apr 16, 2007 21:20:47 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Apr 16, 2007 21:20:47 GMT -8
"Here," a pushy male voice said, shoving a toxic smelling glass of clear liquid across the table, trying vainly to shove it between the a pair of slender fingers. "No, Derek--I don't want it," a trembling female voice relied, shoving the glass back at him. "Then why the hell did you show up to my party? I don't get it, Erika. Why the hell do you go to parties and not get hammered like the rest of us?" "You're drunk, jackass," the girl replied, pushing the wispy blonde bangs out of her crystal brown eyes. The rest of her hair was covered by a black knit beanie, adjusted just so as to hide her hair but not her femininity. "Correction: I'm stoned" he stated plainly and without emotion, "--another something you wouldn't do with us," the male gushed, words jumbled. And as he said this he began laughing helplessly until one of his friends chimed in. "Yeah, kid," he said, and she hated being referred to as kid even if she were the youngest there, "in fact--I've never seen you do anything while you've been here. What the hell you doin hanging around here?" And she faltered here, looking at Derek to the other boys she knew not. She was here because he had once been her best friend. Now he had these druggies and drunks to keep him company. "I....I only come here when my mother tells me to get out," she echoed quietly, but no one was listening and instead racuous cries called out as vodka was poured into makeshift shots and quickly downed. He didn't even listen anymore. A pang of hurt gripped her heart as she turned, her blue tipped nails running over the hat that sat upon her head. But she paused not as she turned from the dingy, smoke-filled room, gazing only once behind her and drinking in the room: a worn sofa that no longer was any determinable color, a rug riddled with dirt and spilled drugs, a stack of graphic magazines stuffed hastily in one corner. Everything despicable to her embodied in one room--one room she used to find such sanctuary in. And she stumbled up the dingy stairs that led from the basement and into the cool night air, taking little notice to the variation of curses spread across the building from which she had emerged, colorfully depicted in fancy scrawls and a rainbow of colors. The cool air spread about her and though the buildings imposed her freedom still she felt infinite, if only for that moment, if only because here at least the air was clear and she was no longer shrouded in a cloud of smoke from drugs and the dingy mold of a place unkept. And anger pulsed through her veins as her hothheaded nature once again took control. It didn't matter how old she was--she still had no freedom--none as long as she was forced to live in a tiny apartment, waiting on her mother hand and foot. It wasn't as though she wasn't grateful...no...the problem lay in that she was 20 and her mother turned her away when she did something as small as dye her hair. Because doing anythong of the sort labeled her a whore and her mother was sure that was how she always had a small stack of cash on her. Never mind that she worked, and she worked hard. No, she was a common whore. And now she pulled the beanie from her head, letting the long blonde locks fall down her back. And when she stepped under the street light her hair shone with blue undertones. So what if she had gotten blue streaks? So what if now the entire bottom layer of her hair was a beautifully pale shade of blue? No one in today's world cared--it wasn't as though she aspired to be a stuck-up, snotty businesswoman--nor did she have much an opening for it either.
The path was growing familiar and without realizing it she was heading towards another of her favorite haunts. She vaguely wondered who was playing that evening as she caught sight of the dingy yet glamourous little club, so clearly of its' own category, where bleeding heart rockers would go in hopes of finding the big break. Anything went. Maybe that's what she loved so about it.
The boy on-stage looked enthusiastic enough, and she regarded him with probing eyes. Had she seen him before? Perhaps not--and then again, perhaps yes. Everything seemed so hazy to her. She was lost in routine. Maybe he did look familiar. Maybe not.
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Rock RP
Apr 16, 2007 21:26:39 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 16, 2007 21:26:39 GMT -8
ooc: ooh i like!
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Rock RP
Apr 18, 2007 20:50:59 GMT -8
Post by sindanen on Apr 18, 2007 20:50:59 GMT -8
ooc: okay im so ready for this. meet Tanya Dubrinsky.
She's Russian and she doesn't give a shit about what other people think. Black-as-night hair and eyes as grey as fog. Her looks are her power, and boy does she use them. Seriously I wish I was this chick. She's a BAMF.
bic:
Tanya rolled over and raised herself up from the bed; without the sheets, mind you. Her naked form crossed to the other side of the room where her clothes lay. The man in the bed looked up as he realized what she was doing.
"Tanya, what are you doing? You're not leaving are you?"
Tanya continued to dress herself but answered with her Russian accented english, "What does it look like I'm doing? Of course I'm leaving. I have other things to do besides you."
"But I thought we would get to know each other better and-"
"Listen, you're nice and whatever, but this was sex. End of story. You want a girlfriend? Go down to the local high school. I'm not interested."
With that she walked out of the apartment and down to the street where her pride and joy sat against the curb. Tanya jumped onto her Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14, nicknamed Elmo after her favorite childhood character, and raced toward her favorite club. Make no mistake Tanya was not a whore. She just happened to enjoy sex. And if there was an attractive man looking her way, taken or not, she would have him if he was willing. Tanya wasn't sure this last one's girlfriend would take kindly to their bedroom romp.
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Rock RP
Apr 19, 2007 21:05:21 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Apr 19, 2007 21:05:21 GMT -8
ooc: oooooooohhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! i want IN!!!! now to come up with a different charrie that will be as different as possible fromthe others...
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Rock RP
Apr 21, 2007 21:34:27 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Apr 21, 2007 21:34:27 GMT -8
OOC: ok. next charrie has been decided upon. intro soon to follow.. so as a told jenny, stacey and robbs, we have a stalker, we have a druggie, we have a straight edge, and we have a sex addict what could possibly be missing from this picture you might ask??? the crazy alcoholic of course! COMMING SOON!!! to an RP board near you! lol
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Rock RP
Apr 21, 2007 22:30:57 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 21, 2007 22:30:57 GMT -8
ooc: hahahhaha YAY!!! im excited!
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Rock RP
May 5, 2007 12:11:19 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on May 5, 2007 12:11:19 GMT -8
She was driving fast. Too fast. She'd always been the kind of driver you'd be terrified of getting in the car with. Her father had once joked saying that her driving could make a convert out of the greatest athiest.
But she loved it. The speed. The risk it created. the blurr of lights and silouettes flying by so quickly you couldn't make them out. The uncertainty. Ok. fine. Call it what it is. Danger. She absolutely thrived on it.
Some people called her stupid. But as far as she was concerned, those people were all just jealous because she lacked every ounce of that fear which paralized them, keeping them from experiencing as much thrill in a life time that she got out of one weekend.
She slammed on the breaks suddenly as she pealed into the lone empty parking space infront of her third club that night. A slight, satisfied smile broke across her face. There were definitely perks to showing up to a place as much as she did.
Out of all the hang outs and clubs she frequented, this had to be her favorite. No matter what her mood, the whole club just always seemed to have exactly what she needed to match it. Whether it be the featured band, the crowd, or just the over all atmosphere. Now usually, she was craving something loud and crazy. but there were also times when she wanted something more on the calmer side. whatever she wanted though, it was like this place was always in tune with her. And that's why she always saved it for her last hit of the night.
"Jazz! Hey, Jazzy!"
She turned and made her way to where her ex, Danny was manning the bar and flagging her down.
Daniel Varrens had to be one of the coolest guys on the face of the planet as far as Jazz was concerned. In fact, he was the one who had introduced her to this club. They’re relationship hadn’t lasted very long, but had ended on such good terms that she easily considered him her closest friend.
“So what’ll it be, Jazz?” he asked with a smile before adding, “or should I ask you what it’s been?”
She smiled. This boy knew her well enough to know that this was by no means her first drink of the night. He also knew that she still had just over two months before hitting 20. That was definitely one of the best things about him. He never gave her a serious hard time about her drinking. Whether he one-hundred percent approved of it or not he kept to himself. That, and he NEVER called her Jasmine. Yes, Danny was invaluable.
“Just give me a Smirnoff.” She laughed at the look he gave her. “Yeah. I know. Weak. But I had some pretty hard stuff at the last place so I just need something to hold out of habit,” she added with a wink.
Catching up the iced bottle that Danny slid to her over the wood top, she took one long deep swig, feeling the beads of water latch from the glass onto her skin. Good. Cool.
“So who’s on tonight?” she asked, carelessly leaning against the bar as she focused in on the band slamming on stage across the room.
“Some guy named Zak and his band,” replied Danny. “Music’s good. He’s alright I guess. Seems a bit high on the whole experience though if you take my meaning. Say, this is new,” he added, tousling the hair at the top of her head which hung straight down jaggedly uneven just past the edge of her sharp jaw line. The “new” he was referring too was the broad dark crimson streaks that now peered through her naturally jet black mop.
“Oh. Yeah. That,” she smiled, running her own fingers through it in response. “Random impulse. You know me.” The right corner of his mouth went up at this. He most certainly did.
“So how wasted you planning on getting tonight? Just so I’m prepared.”
She laughed at this. It wasn’t uncommon for her to end nights crashing in his small apartment above the bar.
“Well I don’t know about wasted, but let’s just say it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to let me drive home tonight.”
“Then hand ‘em over,” he said with a knowing look.
Without another word, she dug her keys out of her pocket and tossed them into his open palm.
“K then. Have fun, I’ll prep a spot for you upstairs on my next break and be up after we close.” with that, he turned to water the thirst of his other customers.
Jazz made her way from the bar through the crowd that was formed at the base of the stage and stopped next to a girl with pale blue tipped hair. Cool. She liked that.
“I like the hair,” she shouted to be heard over the blare of the monitors. Far be it from her to avoid talking to absolute strangers. “So how’s the band been so far?” she asked, lowering her voice as the song raged to a close. There was something about the girl’s face. Distant somhow.
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Rock RP
May 5, 2007 20:22:48 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on May 5, 2007 20:22:48 GMT -8
occ: i am but to tempted to join in on the drug sex and rock and roll. meet Ki Sung a college
bic: Ki was a nerd the one who would stay up two days straight playing his favorite on-line-RPG's but, he wanted more in life a piece of him wanted human attention something he has lacked in his 23 years on this planet. he was always alone he was an adopted kid, make no mistake his foster-parents loved him but they gave him too much space and when at school he was to shy to talk to anyone; in college he had his own room. But, tonight he was going to break from his shell he was going to go clubbing alone of course because he had no friends but that did not matter because by the end of tonight he was going to have lots of friends he thought. some of the kids in class talk about a band with guy name Zak it was the "best band ever" so Ki decided to try his luck at the club where this "Zak" would play, at least he would go to a good show if he had no friends by the end...
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Rock RP
May 5, 2007 20:28:19 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on May 5, 2007 20:28:19 GMT -8
Out of the corner of his eye, Danny watched as Jazz wove her way through the small sea of bodies tossing at the foot of the stage.
It had been a little over a year since they first met. Fourteen months actually. And the sight of her still sent a thrill straight through him.
They had only been together a short month when they had decided to break it off. Jazz had never allowed it to get too serious. Crazy as she was in general, she seemed to keep her distance when it came to relationships. But that hadn’t kept Danny from falling hard for her anyway.
Part of it was how she was so oblivious to how addicting she was. Her energy, fearlessness, and complete disregard for anything that could possibly try to get in the way of her freedom: all of it had captivated him from that first night he met her.
Danny tried to focus on the beer he was filling but couldn’t keep his mind from lingering on the idea that she’d be staying with him that night again.
Every evening she’d crash in his place, he’d find himself staying up just watching her sleep, re-memorizing every inch of her face, trying to figure out what was she was dreaming of. Sometimes she’d say things, scattered words. But then there were times when she’d scream. And that was the worst. Fortunately, she’d never wake up. All he’d have to do is stroke her head a little and whisper to her and she’d somehow manage to shift to a different dream. He’d never told her he knew about her night terrors.
But there she was, rocking to the sound spilling from the speakers, a look of enjoyment spread across her face as she shouted to the girl next to her.
The girl with the blue hair wasn’t a new comer to this club. Danny had seen her come in a number of times to hear various bands play. But he’d also noticed that she’d never ordered a drink. He hardly had time to wonder whether she and Jazzy might perchance hit it off before he got slammed with a fresh crowd of customers that walked through the door.
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Rock RP
May 5, 2007 21:15:41 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on May 5, 2007 21:15:41 GMT -8
Bic: Ki Sung entered into another world or at least that is how it felt, everyone looked like they were having a blast. there were people gathered all over the place. Ki Sung's eyes open wide he was trying to take every thing in but he could not it wasn't in him. he was out of place deep down inside he knew he did not belong but, he wanted to try at least for one night to be some one else some on cooler. thats why he changed his style this time Ki had his black hair slicked back and was wearing a blue jacket over his red collard shirt and he was wearing jeans his deep brown eyes shined above his stubble chin and small smile. Ki Sung made his way to the bar and begun to look at what every one was doing. he notice that everyone or at least he thought everyone was drinking so he decided to get a beer he thought what beer is for him... He rarely ever drinks as drinking is not his thing finally he sums up the courage to yell "hey bar tender"
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Rock RP
May 5, 2007 23:16:41 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on May 5, 2007 23:16:41 GMT -8
"Wait Alex!- stop! To the left!" he laughed, his voice spilling over his lips in strangled phrases. "Just take the picture!" a beautiful woman dressed all in red had laughed back. Her dark and mysterious hair was tossled about her face as she waited, no longer able to hold her smile without bursting into laughter again. "Ok, Jess..." the flash went off. "You moved!" He chuckled, taking the picture again. "Alright...It's over." Jess gave a dry smile as she snatched the camera from him, turning it to view the pictures. "Let me see if you made me look fat,,, You missed half my face!" "What?" "Half my face..." "Half your what?" "My face, dumbass," she laughed, tackling him over to the ground and kissing him softly on the lips. "Half your what?" he repeated, and then... "Marry me?"
A male singer's voice was radiating from the stage now and Alex checked the time on his cell. Not too late yet. Giving a rather loud sigh, he grimaced. The guy slurred a bit too much. Was that it? The band had too many drugs? Slamming the vodka glass down, Alex sputtered and felt the warm icky feeling in his throat. Wasn't he too young to be sitting in a bar, reflecting, shooting down hard liquor for comfort? Pushing the glass away, he decided to sober up a bit. There was a large group of different people around him, and he found entertainment in their variety.
For a moment he paused, frozen in a sudden flashback to the rich man that his girlfriend had left him for, and then he, without invitation, walked to a table with two streaky-colored-haired women and sat down. He didn't say a word, but ordered, despite his decision not to, another drink. After he'd sat down, he started to lose his nerve and started asking himself 'What the hell did I do that for?' He stared at them for a moment, both just recently met, and began to rise from his seat... "S-Sorry..." he appologized, but his eyes were locked to theirs (maybe in his embarassment, or maybe because he found them attractive).
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Post by theliontamer♥ on May 6, 2007 9:27:41 GMT -8
The music swelled over her and she felt momentarily at peace. The pounding bass, the drums echoing in her mind, creating an unfamiliar melody. She had not met the boy onstage--that much she had decided upon. Perhaps he had played here before--or at another club. Or possibly he had been one of the boys in Derek's basement that one night when--? No. Erika shook the thought from her mind, frowning.
She didn't wish to think upon such matters. A crease broke the smooth skin of her forehead, and suddenly she was enjoying herself less. Suddenly the intoxicated dancers failed to amuse her and the men in dark jackets hiding out in the dark corners made her feel suffocated. She fixed her gaze on the band until her head cleared.
"Band's pretty decent," Erika shouted automatically, not really registering the fact that she was being spoken to. The words just jumbled from her mouth thoughtlessly. It took her several seconds to realize that a black(with very creative streaks Erika liked the moment she saw) haired female was shouting at her. The girl had a drink in her hand--Erika could smell the repulsing toxins even though they didn't sit terribly close. "Oh...." Erika murmured in embarassment, meeting the girl's eye for only a moment before turning to watch the band again.
How did she fail to notice that the girl had sat by her? Why did anyone even bother talking to her? No one had ever really approached her in this club--she was anonymous yet everyone knew her....or so it seemed. She knew the bartender would eye her every time she walked in--she was familiar to him, clearly. She knew everyone that came to this bar, however hazy her recollection might be. Like the boy--she couldn't pinpoint it. They'd never met. The music didn't sound familiar. Then why did he?
Frustrated, she watched the girl from the corner of her eye and finally smiled. "I'm Erika," she said, slightly bolder. Might as well enjoy it. She saw the other man before he had sat completely down. This was all together new. The man must be friends with the other girl. That must be it. And she was intruding. But he looked just as flustered and intrustive as she felt and so she gave him a reassuring, if not cautious, smile, and watched him take a seat, noting that he too, had ordered a drink and had the smell of vodka on his lips. Tonight was destined to be interesting.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on May 6, 2007 9:37:26 GMT -8
The blood pumped through his veins, sending the rush of the drug effects and the effects of the music all through his body. It was a mixed high, a mixed adreneline rush that he lived for. The crowd cheering. People nodding their heads to the music.
Zak, though the lights of the stage were quite bright, could still see into the crowd into the dingy rock bar. He saw fans that seemed to show up at every show, and some new listeners, some who seemed entertained none the less.
His eyes locked on to a female sitting at a table close to the stage. His eyes locked on only for a moment, seeing bright blonde hair, and watching her lips mouth the the words "band" and "decent".
"Note to self," Zak said in his head while starting to sing the last chorus of his song, "find her after the show."
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Rock RP
May 6, 2007 14:26:35 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on May 6, 2007 14:26:35 GMT -8
"Jazz" she responded to the introduction with a smile. Leave it to her to match anyone's boldness. She liked this girl already. even though her own mental powers were a bit fuzzy from all the drinking she'd been doing earlier, she was lucid enough to note the apparant differences in their personalities. Erika seemed a bit introspective in comparison. but she wasn't necessarily afraid of people. and that flew with Jazzy just fine.
But suddenly, before she could say anything else, there was a need of another introduction. From the moment the guy sat down at their table, she could sense his resolution wavering. Well that wouldn't do at all. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was seeing people without confidence. but for once, she took pity on the person. tonight, she would do what she could to loosen him up.
"hey," she said, one corner of her mouth reaching up into a grin.
For a second he looked like he was going to give up and walk away. like he didn't even know how he got there in the first place. This made her smile again.
"We don't bite, you know," then, with a wink at Erika, "at least, not if you're nice."
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Rock RP
May 6, 2007 14:37:33 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on May 6, 2007 14:37:33 GMT -8
"Nice?" Alex replied distantly, taking another swig of hard liquor. They were two rather beautiful women, and that fact alone made him mistrust them. There was only one thing that beautiful women wanted- and funny enough, it wasn't something beautiful, like a beauty should want. It was the ugliest, most betraying trash Alex ever knew- cold cash.
"Nice." he repeated, still slightly nervous, knowing that he did not have the money to ever be their affections. "I'm Alex. Can I ask you two a question?" The drunkeness was sifted to his eyes and he all but slurred his words.
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Rock RP
May 6, 2007 14:40:23 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on May 6, 2007 14:40:23 GMT -8
ooc: So Brent, i'm assuming Ki is Asian...
Bic: Danny shot a look over towards the end of the bar where he had just been called. He could easily see that the tall Asian guy who stood leaning there, though crammed in between a number of people was there on his own.
Walking over, continuing to wipe the beer glass he was in the middle of drying, he stopped infront of the loner and asked politely, "What's your pleasure?" The uncertainty in the guy's eyes wasn't too promising so Danny tried to help him out. "Bud?" after working as a bartender for over two years, he was usually pretty good at calling what people wanted. this came in especially handy when those occasional customers came in without the slightest clue as to what they should order. He swore, some people should just take a class when it came to alcohol. He waited while the guy considered.
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Rock RP
May 6, 2007 19:33:05 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on May 6, 2007 19:33:05 GMT -8
occ: sure hes Asian he may be a tall white guy to i don't care about race i just like Asian names...
bic: Ki begun to think out loud "i always see people with Guinness and Sapporo, or vodka... i don't usually drink so give me something on the weak side i don't want a hang over the first time i don't know what i would do... of course i would not want a hang over yes yes no hang over.... look give me anything i don't care..." the words rolled out of his mouth at ten thousand words a minute. a bead of sweat showed on his forehead. Ki thought to himself as long as i show up to my room tomorrow i don't care what i do.
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