ooc: Timestamp is Tessera 23 81379..also i editrd the old post...it said Sinok instead of Temyc Temyc sat int he gravdigger at the bar, drinking a coke. It was "karoki night" as the normaly folks would say...but instead they had a live band and people would sing the heavy metal hits. His sat there in his tattered jeans, tattered black tee and a beanie that had a Teen Age Mutant Ninja Turtle on it. His left eyebrow recently peirced and now bore with a ring. He snarled for a moment as a person bumped into him. He got up and walked to the stage and got up there.... "Do you guys know Liberate by Disturbed?" he asked the band. They nodded and began to play. Temyc obbed his head as he prepped to sing.... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>i will pos tht elyrics in next post...want to get folks in here first.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Timestamp?</td></tr></table> Turmoil was, for the second or so time (and counting) in his life, intoxicated. His mind was bopping around pleasantly on a sea of drowziness. All of his face above the muzzle was rested against the table in front if him. His arms where rested on the same table, and he seemed somewhat out of it it. Commotion on the scene brought him back to some semblance of consciousness, though. What was this all about, now? Someone on the stage, about to sing... 'Kaaaay, nothing too unusual. Didn't look like he was part of the band, though... A light suddenly went up for the young arden. Semi-Karaoke, it was. Now, would this dude be able to do any justice the the genius of Disturbed? Turmoil locked his eyes to the stage, waiting anxiously to find out.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Who:Draconan Scatteredfire hope you don't mind if I join</td></tr></table> He was perched on a chair lisening to the music, one of the few times people didn't stare at him, he didn't seem to notice, or didn't care, that people seemed to avoid him, he was looking around, the dim lights made his eyes stand out. He lisend, it seemed to get quiet, "<span style='color:red'>Maybe a new song is starting</span>" he thought, his mind was racing on recent thoughts, he had only come here to get away from his normal way of life, or not...
Sighing gently, Cho tucked her hair back, fixing the messy bun her maroon locks were currently bound in. Dressed in white clothing - as was the standard at the Gravedigger(monocromatic seemed to be forever 'in' - she had on mesh over a tank, as well as one of her more baggy and chain-studded pairs of pants. Digitigrade hindpaws were wrapped with studded faux-leather bands, her body naturally suited to the dark atmosphere with her red on black pelt. She enjoyed the anonymity that large clubs seemed to give; no one ever gave another person another glance unless they already knew the person, or for some reason found the other attractive in some way. Having just spent a good few bouts of rather half-arsed karaoke on the dance floor be bounced about in the sea of writhing bodies or ground against by a throg of strangers, she was retreating to the nearest bar for a breather.
