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Get Up and GO!
« on: April 10, 2011, 01:59:46 pm »
Despite the fact that, since leaving Eden behind, Nehemiah had lived quite happily on board the S.S. Bopulation, saying that he was relieved to be back on firm ground was an understatement. When he and the rest of Hyper Thrust had touched down and left the bay doors of their tour ship, he'd danced for five minutes on the concrete landing pad. Then, gathering up their luggage worth a stay of about five days away from their vehicle, the group had trailed through Haviah like the wanderlust-struck hoodlums they were. Of course, their "spacey"--equivalent to a "roadie"--sternly reminded them that they had a schedule to keep on their first day, and escorted them off to Synesthesia.

Fuck, man, was it fantastic.

It was around three in the afternoon when they got their rooms. That gave them a few hours to goof around some more and explore the club and their quarters, at least.

An hour and a half or so was spent getting ready for their first set. Doing so required choosing a look, of course. Unfortunately, the idiosyncratic Nehemiah tended to pose an issue even to himself when it came to this. Fortunately, though, he seemed in a decisive mood tonight. He was not Nehemiah. He was not even "White Noise." He was Fahrenheit--the astro-punk rogue with neon-red hair, half-calf combat boots, bleached-caramel colored skinny jeans, and a red, white, and blue jacket that had a patch with "Dead Pegasus" on it. Standing in front of the mirror, he watched his snowy, cropped white hair turn into a shaggy, charmingly unkempt mess of fire, hanging over one mischievous, chocolate colored eye that was once silver. By that time, the other boys were filing past the door of his rented room, smacking the threshold and yelling for him to hurry his ass up.

‘‘Chill your nipples, ladies. I'm comin'!’’

It took more than a shimmy and a trot, but eventually Miah caught up with his bandmates, positioned initially between the lead guitarist and bassist, front and center. The lights blinded him, the vivid electric blue smoke choked him; but he grinned like the Cheshire cat, attempting to peer into the souls of everyone he could make out on the floor in front of him with those large--uncommonly so--wild but intelligent eyes. Running over the setlist they'd discussed in his mind, Fahrenheit snagged the microphone in a long, pale hand and batted impish, sultry lashes while entertaining his final mental preparations. Then, without much further adieu, he went off.

[center:2gn1zgyo]Everybody pay attention to me
I got the answer, I got the answer--oh!
Street walkin' cheetah with a capital G
So get yo hands up, now get your hands ah-up
Hide your eyes, we're gonna shine tonight
Sub-atomic never get the best of me
Ain't a DJ gonna save my soul
I sold it long ago for rock and roll--woah-oh!
Drop the needle when the tape-deck blows
I'm gonna shout this out so every body knows!
[/center:2gn1zgyo]

And on rolled the first song.
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Re: Get Up and GO!
« Reply #1 on: April 10, 2011, 11:49:34 pm »
"C'mon, c'mon! We're missing the opening!" Gabriel said, tugging Malachi after him. Originally, he'd also invited along his friend Alaric, who he knew would be all over this, but something or other came up so he was left to badger Malachi. And badger, he had. It had been a struggle convincing him (if one considered 'convincing' to be 'you are coming whether you like it or not!') but Gabriel was both persistent and knew how to be really, really annoying to get what he wanted.

So, of course, he won.

He waved his wrist impatiently at the bouncers so they could scan his chip, then bounced on his toes as he waited for them to do the same to his friend. As soon as they were through that door, Gabriel wove his way through the crowd, trying to get close to the stage. The music was loud enough to feel the bass boom clear down to his bones and he could tell that he would be pleasantly deaf after the show. All around him, bodies hot from dancing pressed close, and Gabriel stepped closer to Malachi to put some space between them.

"Whew, made it just in time! Woulda been here sooner if someone wasn't such a fashion diva," he said, giving Malachi a nudge in the side and a playfully accusing look before turning his attention to the stage.

The guy had gone all out, he'd admit. He'd even outdone him, he'd also...reluctantly admit. While Gabriel had gone in dressed in his usual funky club style (bondage pants with accents that glowed under a black-light, colorful wrist-bands and some plastic bracelets some girl outside had been passing out, and an Angry Llama brand shirt plastered in cartoon designs), Malachi looked pretty classy. Then again, Gabriel also had pretty notoriously bad fashion sense. He also thought the guy on stage was dressed pretty damned cool.

Cool beat, too! He'd never heard this band before, but apparently they were intergalactic. Sweet.
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Re: Get Up and GO!
« Reply #2 on: April 11, 2011, 12:06:18 am »
When Gabe had wanted to drag him to the concert, Malachi hadn't really wanted to go. Crowds were such a hassle and he would have to get ready....but Gabriel had been so irritating! So he allowed the blond to convince him to go.

He didn't know the band, and wasn't really sure he was going to like the music, but it would be fun to go out. And he dressed up so well, Gabe wished he was this good. A light corduroy jacket in black over a white button up shirt with a mandarin collar, the top buttons undone. He had his sleeves rolled up, making it look like the inside of the jacket was lined in white. Slightly loose black slacks, black and white low top sneakers and a fedora finished the look. He looked like sex and knew it.

"Unlike you Gabriel, I would like to get laid tonight. Don't hate me because I look so much better than you do." It was too noisy in the club, so he just used telepathy. So much easier.
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Re: Get Up and GO!
« Reply #3 on: April 11, 2011, 01:24:07 am »
The end of the first song meant his initial "conversation" with the crowd. He always said something little between sets, and tonight would be no different. Staggering comically--he moved around quite a bit, no matter the amount of space--near the bassist, he leant somewhat on him, and then panned over to the other side near the guitarist, looking like some kind of zoo animal scoping someone out from the other side of the plexiglass.

‘‘Damn... you's some sexy fuckers,’’ he remarked, grinning with his lips pressed together mischievously, as if to hide the dangerous teeth behind them. ‘‘In case you didn't know,’’ he paused, talking in a sort of alluring, slow way, ‘‘We're Hyper Thrust, all the way from Planet Eden... If you don't know where that is...’’ Miah paused, wrinkling up his nose and gesturing dismissively. ‘‘Don't even bother! We're here now. Lemme hear you, Aedolis!’’

With that, the little powerhouse directed his companions into the next tune.

[center:z58qaolv]I don't like being alone
Run up these streets
Turn up the stereo
Synthetic animals like me never have a home
I'm not the one you will be walking through
And if you kill him for me
Well, then I'll kill him for you

I'll meet you down at the metro station
'Cause motherfuckers got the motivation
Now I'm gonna show you how much I love you
Oh, my magazine is full of ugly things
[/center:z58qaolv]
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