Introduction
When you have nothing worth living for, why do you carry on? There is one answer, for music.
In the city of Mansfield, the people are wealthy and arrogant. They look down at homeless, working class citizens, like yourself. You have no family, no money and no real life, but there is one thing you do carry within yourself, and that is a talent and love for music. Living in a small rented flat, that you manage to straggle your way through to pay rent for, living off inexpensive food and cheap clothes you find in a local charity shop, you have constant gigs booked every night at club a few miles away, your only use of transport, is a couple of motorcycles and a battered, ancient jeep. The gigs you play, whether they are covers of your favourite bands or songs you have created yourself, are usually to a small audience of around a hundred people who are most likely drunk or high on drugs. The pay is low, but you don’t play for profit, you play for enjoyment and life.
Whether you're lost in thought, strumming away or off your head from drinking alcohol, you’re never completely alone, for now...
These individuals have to fight their way through to live, steal from the rich and commit unimaginable crimes to stay alive, it looks likes they've already reached rock bottom.
Will these poor, innocent souls ever find fame or be recognised from others?
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In the city of Mansfield, the people are wealthy and arrogant. They look down at homeless, working class citizens, like yourself. You have no family, no money and no real life, but there is one thing you do carry within yourself, and that is a talent and love for music. Living in a small rented flat, that you manage to straggle your way through to pay rent for, living off inexpensive food and cheap clothes you find in a local charity shop, you have constant gigs booked every night at club a few miles away, your only use of transport, is a couple of motorcycles and a battered, ancient jeep. The gigs you play, whether they are covers of your favourite bands or songs you have created yourself, are usually to a small audience of around a hundred people who are most likely drunk or high on drugs. The pay is low, but you don’t play for profit, you play for enjoyment and life.
Whether you're lost in thought, strumming away or off your head from drinking alcohol, you’re never completely alone, for now...
These individuals have to fight their way through to live, steal from the rich and commit unimaginable crimes to stay alive, it looks likes they've already reached rock bottom.
Will these poor, innocent souls ever find fame or be recognised from others?
*Character Skeleton*
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexual Orientation:
Personality:
Description:
Instrument: (vocals, bass, drums, guitar, song-writing)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies: (other than music)
History/background:
Other: (anything else we should know)
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Arabella roamed the streets, listening to the sounds of the current city she was in. She looked around and all she saw were garages. She couldn't get to any cars to take. She then stumbled into a bar, using a fake i.d. to say she was 18. What drew her there was the music. It was incredible. She missed her old guitar at her old house. She didn't miss the house or the people in it. She felt her purse to make sure her notebook was in there. That was the only thing that mattered. It contained her life. It contained her music. On stage was just two guys. One singing (he was a really good singer) and the other was playing guitar. She felt so short and young in the crowd of the bar. She weasled her way backstage to wait for the duo to be done. The smell of alcohol filled her nose and so did that of various drugs people were smoking.
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Nile paced up and down anxiously, backstage. He was almost in hysterics, not being the most organised person around, he found himself booked to play live with his three fellow band members who had “strangely” not turned up. “Where are they?” he muttered out loud, glancing at his watch.Five minutes till their show, he was going to be made a complete fool of...again By any means, he wasn’t the most popular around here, nowadays. After stealing a couple of mobile phones from the audience last time, the owner of the club had been reluctant to let him play, but after much persuading, finally agreed. “For pity’s sake” he hissed, stamping his foot.
The stagehand walked towards him. “Two minutes, Nile. Either they turn up, or you’ll going to have to find another club” he told him firmly.
“Okay, okay, okay…they’ll turn up” he reassured, looking around half-heartedly, although he already knew they were off their head, somewhere in the gutter.
The stagehand walked towards him. “Two minutes, Nile. Either they turn up, or you’ll going to have to find another club” he told him firmly.
“Okay, okay, okay…they’ll turn up” he reassured, looking around half-heartedly, although he already knew they were off their head, somewhere in the gutter.
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Arabella stumbled and tripped over some drunk guy's foot. She was way too small to be in a club. She couldn't see over anybody's heads to see where Nile was. She squealed as someone groped her and she tripped over someone else. She bumped right into Nile.
"Ouch," she muttered, standing herself up. She smiled at the worried look on Nile's face. "Aw, come on. You know I wouldn't ditch you!" She smiled. "Ian might be with some hooker somewhere...." She scratched the back of her head nervously, then smiled. "So, do I get to sing?" She asked, about to explode with excitement.
"Ouch," she muttered, standing herself up. She smiled at the worried look on Nile's face. "Aw, come on. You know I wouldn't ditch you!" She smiled. "Ian might be with some hooker somewhere...." She scratched the back of her head nervously, then smiled. "So, do I get to sing?" She asked, about to explode with excitement.
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Nile’s eyes widened with awe. “Thank god, I thought I’d be out there playing guitar by myself” he said with a sigh of relief, wondering where the other guy he had asked to play bass from the audience was, but quickly shook it off with false hope. “Yes, that does sound like Ian” he frowned. “Sing? Oh yes, have you heard my voice. Sounds like a clown having a heart attack” he joked, setting his guitar case on the table beside them..
The stagehand glanced at Arabella disapprovingly, he gesture two minutes to Nile and quickly helped the other band off stage, carrying their equipment.
The stagehand glanced at Arabella disapprovingly, he gesture two minutes to Nile and quickly helped the other band off stage, carrying their equipment.
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Arabella stuck her tongue out at Nile. She winked at the stagehand when he looked at her. His eyes widened before helping the other band. She began tapping her foot, nervously. She got nervous before every show. The band before them reeked of alcohol. The one guy winked at Arabella before stumbling into the tight group of clubbers. Arabella hid behind Nile, looking around his arm at the stage that now awaited them. "Time for you guys to get on!" The stagehand began pushing them onto the stage.
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Nile bit his lower lip, biting back the fear that now gripped him. He knew they were doing a cover of a band, but which band? He tried to recall the name of the song, but it had completely left his mind. He stared at Arabella bemusedly. "Which band are we covering? I've seem to have forgotten" he asked shyly, his cheeks crimson as he picked up his guitar and tuned it quickly before glancing at the stagehand briefly, who was waiting impatiently for them to get on stage.
The temporary 'bassist' stumbled into view. "S-sorry I'm late" he grinned, his voice slightly slurred as he took a swig of liquid from a canister, a bright red bass guitar, hung from his neck as he fumbled with the strings, adjusting the tone.
The temporary 'bassist' stumbled into view. "S-sorry I'm late" he grinned, his voice slightly slurred as he took a swig of liquid from a canister, a bright red bass guitar, hung from his neck as he fumbled with the strings, adjusting the tone.
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Arabella made a disgusted face at the drunk that was playing bass. "He better be good." She muttered, shooting a death glare at the stagehand.
"Nile, you're not drunk are you?" She asked, suddenly worried. He was asking such a crazy question. She was shaking from her nervousness and the butterflies in her stomach made her feel like she was going to vomit. It didn't help that the guitarist from the last band was so drunk that he was puking his guts up in the corner.
"Well today aren't we doing some Paramore?" She answered, the nerves getting to her as she, too, struggled for the band name.
"Nile, you're not drunk are you?" She asked, suddenly worried. He was asking such a crazy question. She was shaking from her nervousness and the butterflies in her stomach made her feel like she was going to vomit. It didn't help that the guitarist from the last band was so drunk that he was puking his guts up in the corner.
"Well today aren't we doing some Paramore?" She answered, the nerves getting to her as she, too, struggled for the band name.
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Nile glowered at the bassist. "Just get on stage" he hissed, slightly irritated by the young man's drunken behaviour.
The bassist grinned and blew a kiss at Arabella, before walking onto stage, the crowd booed as he tripped over a wire and fell flat on his face. The blonde haired, young man, soon rose to his feet and started improvisng a funky baseline. "No, well... unless you count drikning half a pint of larger as being drunk" he said with a nod. "Paramore, Decode? Was it not?" he added, fairly certain that was the song they were set to play.
The bassist grinned and blew a kiss at Arabella, before walking onto stage, the crowd booed as he tripped over a wire and fell flat on his face. The blonde haired, young man, soon rose to his feet and started improvisng a funky baseline. "No, well... unless you count drikning half a pint of larger as being drunk" he said with a nod. "Paramore, Decode? Was it not?" he added, fairly certain that was the song they were set to play.
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Arabella flinched from the man and stuck her tongue out before taking the stage. She stood closer to Nile than the creepy bass player.
"Hey," She said, facing the crowd. She put on her best smile even though she felt her legs shaking beneath her. "I'm Arabella, this is Nile and that's..." She paused at the bassist's name.
"Mike," He said leaning close to her to use her mic. She flinched but took the mic off the stand and held it away from him.
"And today we're playing Decode by Paramore." There were a few cheers and some other things that Arabella looked away from. They began with the guitar and the bass came in. She began singing. Quietly at first, then she was belting it out as well as Hayley Williams. She would occasionally steal a glance at Nile and smile at him.
"Hey," She said, facing the crowd. She put on her best smile even though she felt her legs shaking beneath her. "I'm Arabella, this is Nile and that's..." She paused at the bassist's name.
"Mike," He said leaning close to her to use her mic. She flinched but took the mic off the stand and held it away from him.
"And today we're playing Decode by Paramore." There were a few cheers and some other things that Arabella looked away from. They began with the guitar and the bass came in. She began singing. Quietly at first, then she was belting it out as well as Hayley Williams. She would occasionally steal a glance at Nile and smile at him.
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Pepper was in the corner listening to the girl sing, watching her as she every so often glanced at one of the other players. She kept herself in the shadows, not wanting to be exposed to the crowd. They knew who she was, she'd played here before. She was the infamous 'X of the Crowd'. The crossing scars on her back tingled at the thought but she ignored it and tilted her head while listening. Pepper had always been a fan of Paramore but had never sang Decode before for the soul reason that she hated the movie it was based off. The girl sneezed, and hopefully it wasn't as loud as it sounded in her opinion.
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Nile chuckled and began pelting down the fret board, his fingers burning up as he played the chorus to Decode, glancing at Mike cautiously. He was pretty good bassist, for saying he was most likely high on drugs and alcohol. He turned to the drummer, who was some guy, whom he did not know with auburn hair. The crowd cheered as they ended the song on a perfect note, he was fairly satisfised with their performace and strode brightly off stage, placing his guitar back in it's leather case.
The stagehand walked up to them. "Nice" was all he said as he helped the next band get their equipment ready for their cover of Radiohead - Karma police.
The stagehand walked up to them. "Nice" was all he said as he helped the next band get their equipment ready for their cover of Radiohead - Karma police.
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Arabella hid behind Nile, worried about all the drunks near her. Mike was nearby and was watching. "Next week I want Flyleaf, I'm So Sick." She told him. He nodded and winked again. She squealed and hid behind Nile more. "I like that song, so can we play it?" She asked Nile, looking up at him. She hadn't picked this Paramore song, but Nile liked the guitar part to it. She didn't care all that much for Twilight. She didn't have the money or time to read the books or watch the movie. She was trying to watch where she was going when someone stepped on her shoelace. She fell into some guy's groping hands and she struggled to get away.
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Nile glared at Mike. "Next time, avoid the alcohol" he muttered bitterly before glancing down a Arabella. "Yes, why not" he agreed, he had to admit he quite liked the guitar section to that particular song. He watched with utter disbelief as some man took hold of Arabella. This was the third tricky situation he had encountered in the past week. "What the fuck do you think you're doing" he yelled at the guy, his face hard and serious as he kicked the man in the groin, watching with amusement as he collasped to the floor with agony. Casting Arabella an aplogetic look, he rushed over to her and helped her to her feet. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern clearly visible in his blue eyes.
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Somebody suddenly grabbed Pepper's shirt and pulled her out into the open. She struggled to keep her hood over her head, holding each side tightly so it wouldn't fall down as the person waved her around like a rag-doll.
"Hey, you're that girl who sings here!" He exclaimed, breathing on her.
She coughed at the whiff of alcohol. "Yes, that would be me," she murmured, pulling out of his tough grasp and wiping herself off.
"Why aren't you singing?" he asked loudly.
Pepper was growing conscious of the number of eyes that were now placed on her. She prayed that the band would start playing soon to distract them once more. "Because they were hired tonight, not me."
The drunken man turned over to Nile and Arabella. "Hey, you two!" he yelled as if this was his joint. "Get off the stage already!"
"Don't be mean," Pepper snapped, giving him a rough push as she hurried past towards the door.
"Hey, you're that girl who sings here!" He exclaimed, breathing on her.
She coughed at the whiff of alcohol. "Yes, that would be me," she murmured, pulling out of his tough grasp and wiping herself off.
"Why aren't you singing?" he asked loudly.
Pepper was growing conscious of the number of eyes that were now placed on her. She prayed that the band would start playing soon to distract them once more. "Because they were hired tonight, not me."
The drunken man turned over to Nile and Arabella. "Hey, you two!" he yelled as if this was his joint. "Get off the stage already!"
"Don't be mean," Pepper snapped, giving him a rough push as she hurried past towards the door.
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Arabella brushed her clothes off like she could wipe away the memory. "Yeah I'm fine." She looked at the man who was yelling at her.
"Watch it, pal!" She then realized he was chasing a girl. Arabella ran through the crowd, using her small body to get between people. She then reached as high as she could and punched the guy in the face. "Leave the poor girl alone, obviously she doesn't want you!" The guy was on the ground and Arabella was now the center of attention. She cast a glance at the escaping girl and smiled at her. She then ducked between two guys and out through a side door. She waited on the curb for Nile to join her.
"Watch it, pal!" She then realized he was chasing a girl. Arabella ran through the crowd, using her small body to get between people. She then reached as high as she could and punched the guy in the face. "Leave the poor girl alone, obviously she doesn't want you!" The guy was on the ground and Arabella was now the center of attention. She cast a glance at the escaping girl and smiled at her. She then ducked between two guys and out through a side door. She waited on the curb for Nile to join her.
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"Oi, you. Why don't you shut your mouth already" Nile shot back at the drunken man, was there no one sober in this club? He bit his lower lip as he watched the blonde haired girl head towards the door, he recognised her from somewhere, and it was not from her singing. Now aware of the eyes on him, he hurried off stage, following after Arabella, weaving his way through the rowdy crowd, whom were now starting to become agressive, mouthing off and throwing punches at eachother. He skidded to a halt as he reached Arabella, struggling to get his breath back.
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Pepper skidded to a halt outside, eyeing the singer girl and the boy who had just joined her. She was about to say thanks when two cops turned the corner and pointed at her. "Stop her!" One yelled and both came racing down the street towards her. She let out a startled squeek and threw herself into a run in the opposite direction. For a while now they had been searching for her. She had, after all, run away from an orphanage. That was strictly forbidden. She took a back alley and managed to loop around the square, ending up where the cops had previously been. Her gaze flickered to the two preformers and she waved a wary thanks, not even realizing her hood had fallen.
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Ian was outside the club. "Dude, what the fuck? Back off." he said as some guy was pushing him. "What the fuck is your problem?" Ian asked the man shoving him. "My problem? What's your problem? Your the one all up in my girlfriend's business!" he said shouting at the Ian. "First of all, I didn't know she was your girlfriend, so settle your ass down. Second, maybe you better keep a tighter leash on your girl...she was the one up in my business buddy. Now if you'll excuse me, I got a show to do..." Ian told the man as he turned to walk away. He walked around the corner onto the street where the club was when felt an extremely sharp pain in his back. "Ahh shit!" Ian said falling to the ground. He rolled over as he hit the pavement, seeing the man who had shoved him standing over him with a bloody knife. "TALK TO HER AGAIN AND I KILL YOU!" he screamed before running away. Ian laid there with his eyes closed.
He finally pulled himself near the front of the club and passed out bleeding.
He finally pulled himself near the front of the club and passed out bleeding.
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Arabella waved at the girl running away. She quickly took to the shadows, hoping they'd think she was just another drunken party girl. The other day she saw herself on one of the "Have you seen this Person?" posters. She heard a thud and ran to the front of the club. Ian was laying with a bloody puddle near him. The back of his jacket had a hole in it.
"Nile!" She screamed, utterly scared. She ran up to Ian.
"Ian are you okay? Do you hear me?" She began poking and prodding him, hoping he would be okay. It looked like the stab missed the lungs but it still looked bad.
"Nile!" She screamed, utterly scared. She ran up to Ian.
"Ian are you okay? Do you hear me?" She began poking and prodding him, hoping he would be okay. It looked like the stab missed the lungs but it still looked bad.
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Ian blinked a few times. "Ugh man. Some dude stabbed me." he said, actually smiling. Smiling! "I think I'm alright, but I don't feel too great. I think I've lost a good amount of blood. Dammit!" he laid his head on the pavement. "It's really nice to see you though. How'd the show go?" he said before passing out again.
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Pepper was now across the street, running past the club as she spotted the stabbing. She tripped, catching herself and hitting the side of one of the brick buildings in shock. Her knees felt weak and her heart was thumping abnormally loud. Despite the police being out to get her she hurridly made her way across the street and kneeled beside the girl. "Move," she ordered, scooting the younger girl over and reaching in her pocket for the extra medical supplies she carried around. In a rushed manner she removed the man's jacket and began to wipe the wound off, cleaning it and disinfecting it before moving to bandage it. "We need to get him to a doctor or the hospital. Well... you do..."
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"You mean Nile does. I'm just as wanted as you." She smiled at the girl. "I'm Arabella. And you are?" She leaned back over Ian, keeping pressure on the wound as Pepper prepared the first aid. Ian needed help. More than just a common first aid kit could provide.
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Nile raced over to Ian as soon as he heard Arabella's screams. He knelt beside him. "Dude, what the hell happened?" he questioned, glancing at Pepper briefly. "Hopsital? Is it that serious?" he asked, although he already knew the answer, just by looking at oozing blood. He felt lightheaded just by the scent, he backed away and sheilded his eyes. "Sorry" he muttered, feeling like a complete wimp and dissapointment to the species of men.
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"Yes the hospital, he's been stabbed." Pepper completed bandaging up the wound and sat back on her heals, wiping the blood off on Ian's pants so not to make herself look like she had done the crime. "Someone call 911, I don't have a phone." She glanced over at Arabella and mustered a smile. "Pepper. Sorry for ruining your concert..."
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Arabella snorted. "Not much of a concert when no one remembers it." She reached into Ian's pocket and dialed the emergency number before slipping into the shadows. Ian would have to stay overnight. She needed to find a place to spend her night and she assumed Pepper did too. She watched as the paramedics arrived and put Ian in the back of the ambulance and praised Nile for his quick thinking and ability to bandage the wound. I looked across the street at Pepper who was hiding behind a building. She rolled her eyes as Nile accepted the praise.
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Forensic_Anthro wrote:Umm, on your twice a day rule; what if there's an emergency and we have to leave ASAP. Notifying you wont be on the top of our to-do list... Just saying. ;)
Well if that's the case, then I will understand. Just say when you come back, that you had to leave ASAP.
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Umm, on your twice a day rule; what if there's an emergency and we have to leave ASAP. Notifying you wont be on the top of our to-do list... Just saying. ;)
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