Here's the link to the OOC, go there and post your character sheet to join, I'll most likely accept you, unless all the positions are filled, if so, you can choose to be someone who hangs out with the band and I might accept you then.

http://www.roleplaygateway.com/rock-scream-band-ooc-t28659.html#p802739

Well it's basically as the title is, my character is going to be looking for band members to start a band with, he'll be the lead vocals/screamer, which means we're going to need: drummer, bass, guitar, backup singer/screamer, manager, and some roadies maybe, but only 2 or 3, which would be the band members friends who hang out with them all the time and go with them to their shows and such. it's a group of teenagers by the way, high school students, so they're not some famous rock/screamo group or anything, it's something we can all do to have fun.

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An alarm went off in a home a few blocks from the high school, a hand with faded black nail polish reached out to hit the snooze, but ended up throwing it off the nightstand in frustration when it couldn't find the button without it's owner looking. The figure in the bed threw off his blanket and stood, looking at the time on his cell before he cursed under his breath and jumped into the shower for a quick 10 minute wash down, hopping out and drying and then straightening his hair, applying his eyeliner and redoing his black nail polish he walked back into his room and pulled on a pair of tight faded jeans, an Escape the Fate t-shirt that was tight to his slim figure, and then his tight DC hoodie, grabbing his skateboard and backpack he ran outside and jumped onto the board, riding towards the school, he was late but oh well, he'd still make it for over half his 1st period class, since he was only around 20 minutes late. "damn alarm... I'm gonna just stop trying to fix it and go buy a new one after school today" Travis, as was the boys name, muttered to himself.

Lizz stood against the wall of the high school, waiting for her friend to show up. Twenty minutes had past, enough time to tune her impossible guitar, and there still had been no sign of him. She sighed and slung her bag over her shoulder, heading towards the doors. 'Really,'she thought in her native Russian,'He needs a new alarm.' She decided to look back, just in case, and saw Travis riding his skateboard. Finally. Lizz crossed her arms and smiled slightly. "Hey, Travis!"she called out to him in her heavily accented English,"What's with this late streak you're having?"

Travis kickflipped up a step and then hopped off his board, flipping his hair to the side. "it's that stupid alarm.. it's busted.. I tried fixing it and tested it, but it just messed up again... I'll get a new one after school" he shrugged and chewed his lip. "does my makeup look ok?" he was referring to his eyeliner that he put on in a hurry. "I thought to thick would look horrible on me, and too thin wouldn't work, so I did it just right, like usual, I just had to rush" he explained

Tiana twirled her drumstick in her right hand, her left shoved into her jean shorts pocket. Bound around her shoulders was a black messenger bag, with a checkerboard design on the cover. Off to one corner read in bright blue, Troy. She had a white off-choulder T-shirt that read I <3 NY, only the heart was crossed out and read above it 'only like' and under NY was 'As a friend', and a bright red tank top under. She had on a pair of black and silver converse, and a set of large headphones around her neck, connected to the bright blue iPod in her jeans pocket. She was a soloist drummer, but she did hear of a small band forming at her school...

Yet, she still didn't want to try out. She was a killer drummer, but still adapted to that street style from her old breakdance crew, back in her old school. She passed by a girl and a boy with a skateboard, heading for the front doors, twirling the drumstick still. Her drumsticks had carved in designs on them, the carvings filled in with a certain special dye. Popping a bubble from her gum, she spat it out in a nearby trash can and headed for her locker.

"Yeah, it's good,"she nodded. Lizz opened the large door,"If you want, I'll give you mine,"she offered,"I have no need for it. I wake up around that time naturally." she smiled. She held the door open with her foot. She knew that Travis should probably get to class first. Besides, her first period was math--she wasn't missing much, since she already knew everything. That was the great thing about being from a different country;usually, you already learned it, and you could ditch and daze off as much as you want.

Travis grabbed the door above her head, "ladies first" he put his face close to hers and made a face, sticking his tongue out and shaking his hair around, then laughing. his eyes were a beautiful bright blue and they were more defined by the black eyeliner surrounding them, causing them to stand out even more than they normally would. "just because I'm late doesn't mean I'm going to forget how to be a nice guy... now get inside before I throw you over my shoulder and carry your butt in there, young lady" he grinned.

Lizz laughed and started walking in. "Alright, you win for now,"she said, and noticed a girl with drumsticks walking in. "Hm. Seems we're not the only ones late..."she mumbled, and realized drumsticks meant she was a drummer. They needed a drummer. She smiled and walked toward her. "Hey, what's your name?"she asked. "Haven't seen your face around here before. You new?"

(go look at the OOC page for Erin's bio, we needed another guy :/ )

Travis followed Lizz in and looped his arm with her's. "hey, nice drumsticks, custom made?" he asked, looking at the filled in carvings on the girl's drumsticks and raising a brow, flipping his hair again to keep it from his eyes and chewing on the inside of his lip.

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Erin walked up to Tiana, "hey, you're late... again... come on, Mr. Beichner is already going to have a fit for your constant tardiness, no need to postpone that by walking slowly and aggravating him anymore" he didn't even see his brother and Lizz standing there, since he was annoyed by Tiana's lateness.

Tiana blinked and turned her head around, her drumstick twirling stopping immediately, and was being gripped in her palm.

"Hm? Oh, yeh, I'm new. Go ahead, call me New Girl." She retorted, before laughing. "Nah, that's not my style. I'm Tiana Fendoval, from the school across from this town? Lexanile High, you know?"

She smiled and shrugged, twirling her drumstick once more before tucking it into her messenger bag, pairing up with the other single drumstick slightly sticking out.

Now wasn't Tiana just making an impression as the New Girl.

Well, there was her street style. And now, most people would know her as the Drummer.

Tiana nodded at the skater boy and stuck her tongue out playfully at Erin, the one who showed her around the school. "I'm comin'...chill, dude." She smiled, and raised a lazy hand at the two people she just met, as a wave of goodbye.

"Oh, nice to see you too, Erin,"she mumbled. She hated being ignored and unnoticed by anyone. "You know her? What's her name?" her smile returned.
(yes, it's short. I'm so lazy :p)

Travis scoffed, "way to ignore your brother and his shorter companion, Erin" he said to his brother, giving him a 'wtf' look.

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Erin turned and looked at them, "hi, sorry, wasn't paying attention, uhh... Lizz, Travis, this is Tiana... Tiana, this is Lizz, and Travis is my brother" he pointed to each of them when saying their names.

Lizz sighed. It was true. Much to her dismay, she was quite short. Oh well, there was nothing she could do about it. She automatically brightened up. "So, I assume you play, right, Tiana? Very well, maybe?" she secretly crossed her fingers. Hopefully she was right. Maybe they could get a drummer.

Travis sighed, "don't try to pressure the girl into doing something now, shorty... if she wants to join she can come to the auditions after school, if she doesn't, well then I'm sure it's our loss and hers" he said to Liss, putting his arm around her shoulder and leaning against her.

"I'm not trying to,"she argued,"It just naturally happens like that." Lizz shrugged. The shrill sound of a bell filled and shattered her eardrums. "Well, we missed out on a whole period,"she laughed."Anyway, Tiana, you should come to the auditions. Who knows? Maybe you could make it. Anyway, if my master will release me, I need to get to class. Until then."

Travis sighed and grumbled, "if I was your master you'd be tied up all night" he took her face in his hands and planted a huge goofy kiss on her cheek, "see ya later, alligator" he waved and then turned around and went up the stairs to the 2nd floor to his English class.

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Erin sighed, "see Tiana? we missed the whole period, IF we make it tomorrow, Beichner is gonna flip shit" he muttered and then went around a corner, heading for Math.

Lizz smiled and turned to go to Latin. It was good to know three languages...even if one of them WAS dead. She took out her large sketchbook and started doodling all over the page as she walked. She was careful not to knock anyone over, even though she was completely transfixed in the paper. She looked at the room number by a door, then closed her sketchbook and entered. She took out a permanent marker and doodled on the desk instead, though that received a hit on her fingers from the teacher. After a whole agonizing hour, the bell rang once more and Lizz ran out of there like hell.

"Eh, no need to worry about me though," Tiana grinned, looping her arm around his shoulder and flicking his head. "Besides, who asked you to hang around me? Unless you care about me that much."

She added the last but with a sly smirk, and let go of the poor boy, laughing it off. Funny. She didn't understand why he was constantly ushering her around, she knew her way to school and around by now. Honestly, she wasn't that...you know, lost, a person with terrible sense of direction, the misguided puppy who always needs help.

She was an independent woman for pete's sake.

((Nyaaaaa introduction Sorry I didn't post sooner. Twas eating dinner. haha))
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The bell for first period to end rang, and Aella ran from her first period class. She hated math more than anything, but she did well in the subject. She began her long walk around the school to her second period class, not paying much attention to the waves and greetings from the students around her. She didn't really know any of them, so she didn't really care one way or the other.

She arrived in time for her second period class; piano lab. Her half gallon of iced tea was clutched in her right hand as she walked over to her piano in the corner of the music room. It was a large room, and there weren't many students taking the class. Most of them were lucky enough to get the sound proof practice rooms. But Aella? No, she got the only grand piano in the school. She was happy though, so she didn't complain.

The girl took a swig of her tea, put the cap back on it and set it on the floor with her stuff. Then, she began scales to warm her fingers up.

(it took you like 3 hours to eat supper, did you have to like, hunt and kill it? and then cook it yourself or something? XD jeez)

Travis slept through his English class and then went to the cafeteria when the lunch bell rang, sighing as he made his way through the line.

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Erin mumbled something about being rude and then went to lunch when the bell rang, getting into line with Travis and talking about what they did in their 2nd periods before finding a table in the corner and sitting. Travis had reserved a seat for Lizz, while Erin just sat on the other side eating.

Lizz sat down in the place where Travis had reserved for her. "Hey there,"she said. She pulled out her sketchbook and flipped to the page she was last doodling on. "Who do you think would win? A zombie, a vampire or Criss Angel?"she asked. That was exactly what she was drawing: a fight scene between a deranged zombie, a bloodthirsty vampire, and the ever floating Criss Angel, the mind freak.