OOC: 43rd of Tria 5:00 PM Who: Sarah Gojgla, Invited William Gojgla, Invited Abigail Wuos, Permission to go Yumi Gammou, Sponser (She's NPC, but will come in later) (Above characters are all mine) Those who join, please put whether your characters they were invited, gotten permission to go (basically means on the list), or are friends of the head sponsers or are plus ones of the invited guests. There is no limit to the amount of members that will be joining IC: The time came and the end of the afternoon was ending. The AES was quite busy, for there was large riot of pendragons alike. The famous, the very famous, and the infamous was there, for the concert party of Tumhuem was about to start. The riot was rushing inside, going through security for safety reasons. Two pendragons, one 24 and the other 22, were standing among the group waiting to get in. The 24 year old, Sarah, looked at her brother, William, the 22 year old, with an excited look. "I can't believe that there's a concert party here, and we were invited." William looked back at her sister with a mild excited look, "Yeah, I can't believe it too. I hope Thrai can make it. This might be a chance for Requiem to meet him. I only told him what he looked like. Anyway, I'm sure he'll make it." Sarah wasn't really concerned, but as a sister, she said supportingly, "I'm also sure he'll make it." It wasn't long after that they were just getting in. The list checker asked them for their names. Sarah and Will showed him their invitations. The checker looked at them and said, <span style='color:gray'>"You may enter."</span> He waved his arms around, signaling them to go in. They went in and was amazed to see a very large riot of people there. Will looked around to see who was here that he recognized. None, so far. "Think Requiem's here?" Sarah also looked around. "Don't know." ~~~~~~~~~~ Abigail, wearing a white dress, was standing near the bar end of the Stadium, looking to see everything was fine. She wasn't yet part of Vythe's team, but was a pending member. She watched as the riot danced wearing their Tumhuem costumes. She smiled lightly as one of them looked at her. She took a breath of the party armosphere. "I wonder if the guys will come. I hope Yumi, does too." The thaught of Yumi coming rushed through her head. They were friends after all. Then another thought, but of Koani and Vythe and Szambel and Codat.
<blockquote><span style='color:white'>ooc.</span> They aren't all going to be in this post - only Requiem is; he's backstage - but the following characters of mine (all invited) are thus: Dylan Acianha, Requiem Falahau, and Attrius Infernus. <span style='color:white'>ic.</span> It was undeniably Tria. Requiem walked with even, measured steps across the stage, still hidden by a dark, crumpled curtain, the wind blowing up lazy circles of pumpkin-colored leaves around his Doc Marten-booted feet; a fedora was tilted rakishly to one side on his head, and he combed a black-nailed hand through his chartreuse and gunmetal-colored bangs. It should've been warm - it wasn't. He should’ve been able to find Dylan. He wasn’t. The half-Yki’s long, slender thumbs hooked on his belt loops, slinging his dark cigarette jeans further down - his hips were sharp and angular, and his stomach was toned and cut. His shirt had been abandoned long ago, and the chances of a reunion with its owner were just about as likely as Req’s chances of surviving if he swandived off the Nyonges. The lean, pale rockstar sat on a neglected folding chair, the legs rusted through with disuse. ‘Quiem let his guitar slide from one well-chiseled, tattooed shoulder, and began to tune it with an unmatched precision.</blockquote>
OOC: Alright, it's ok, Emz. :) IC: Sarah seemed rather upset to see that her group wasn't around. If they weren't here, she wouldn't be able to sing her songs. "I don't see Kuma, Roland, Karma, or Terry anywhere. I might have to skip my singing." She then started to get a glum look on her face, then almost drew tears. William stared at her then started to feel sorry, but he had a way to cheer her up. He pulled out a data disk from his pocket and held it up in front of her. "Mabye this will help. It has your backround music from your songs and the sound is altered to make it sound like it is heard in a concert. All you have to do is to take this to the sound system people at the back of the stage." Sarah looked at the disk, then to Will. She turned her sadness into a smile and gave her brother a hug. "Thanks. It will help." She released him and took the disk and made her way to the back of the stage. She got to the stair and walked up, passing a couple of open doors. She got to another door that had "Sound System" on it and knocked on it. As the door opened, lightly dressed thill lingered in the door way. <span style='color:gray'>"Can I help you?"</span> Sarah showed her the disk and gave it her and the list of instructions that was with it. "Put this in the Sound System when I get on stage." <span style='color:gray'><span style='color:gray'>"Will do,"</span></span> said the thill with a smile. The thill then closed the door and Sarah turned to go back. The One Winged Angel waited at the front entrance leaning up against the wall, waiting for his plus one to get here. The thought of Thrai rushed through his mind like a speeding bullet. He should be here soon.
Who: Karma Scissa (invited) Wearing: Denim shorts and a white t-shirt OOC: I'm going to assume that since Karma know's Sarah and is in her band that he'd know her brother. IC: Karma was rather excited to be at a concert party for another band. It was an opportunity to learn from them by watching them. He usually looked for anything that would be good in a gig and then he'd alter it more to his style so that it was more original. This way he avoided stealing others' ideas and it also exercised his creativity. Also with Karma being a musician he loved to hear others' music. He went often to concerts and also practiced playing on his own with his guitars. With music Karma would not very often listen to the lyrics as most people he had met would say. He listened mostly to the instrumental part of a song, because that is where he thought that the real part of a song was and he measured a musician's talent by the music that he/she played and not solely from lyrics in the song. As he went through the line he kept thinking about where he'd run into Sarah, since he had heard she had gotten an invite as well. He was sure to keep an eye out for her. Karma went through the line and towards security. He showed them his invitation and then promptly went inside. When he got in he noticed Sarah's brother, William, standing against the wall. Karma went up to him and said, "Isn't Sarah supposed to be here?"
Who: Kuma Nutrix (invited) Wearing: Jeans and a black muscle shirt Kuma drummed his fingers on his guitar case impatiently, wishing he'd hurried and gotten here faster, before the line became the monster it was. His head was pounding; he felt like it would explode any minute. He found himself wishing he'd never rolled out of bed that morning. Sooner than he'd expected, he found himself in front of the list checker, digging in his pockets hopelessly. Kuma finally managed to drag out his crumpled invitation and, after a few moments of studying it, the arden shrugged and let him through. The second he entered, he saw the massive amount of people and groaned. "This is not happening to me." He fought his way through the crowd to the stage, jumping up to sit on it. He was high enough to be spotted by anyone looking for him, but low enough to blend well with the crowd so he didn't attract too much attention. That was the last thing he wanted right now.
Who: Krike Savage (Invited) Wearing: Black jeans, red T-shirt, and black leather jacket. OOC: Just to keep this moving, I'd thought this thread would have been about five pages before I joined. Krike handed his stained and crumpled invite to the list checker and shoved his way past him. He felt a tug on his concert bag, which held a fairly inexpensive guitar, and he turned around. The list checker was staring at him and making glances at his list and the invite. "Look, you know it's me! My face alone is an invite!" He said jokingly. "You're invite is covered in smears, how can we tell this is an invite?" The checker asked him. Krike pondered in his head and grabbed the invite from the checker's hand and unwrinkled it to show all of it's disgusting glory. "You see there." He pointed at the upper-right corner of the paper. "Yeah right there, look closely." The checker closed in on the invite and squinted to try to figure out what he was supposed to look at. As soon as the checker's nose nearly hit the paper, Krike rammed it in his face and dashed into the crowded event. He laughed loudly. "Lock up your wives and lock up your daughters, because Krike Savage has arrived!"
Koani Grader - sponsor Codat, Szambel & Vythe – permission Cayson – plus one (he's lurking somewhere at the moment) ~ “I think he'd look pretty good in drag," Codat remarked offhandedly as he strolled alongside Szambel. Codat was dressed quite plainly in ragged clothing. He was trying to masquerade as a slave, but he was getting the attitude all wrong. At least the clothes were sort of working. The only thing that broke his persona visually was the shiny black gun strapped to his left side. Koani choked on a sharp intake of breath and then smothered a giggle with her right hand. She was wearing an avian shaped mask of gold and black. While it could have been argued that the mask was pretty, it was no doubt created to cause fright and alarm. The sharp lines, the mean angles... The rest of Koani's costume was merely an extension of the mask. Her normally aqua hair was now a mixture of dyed metallics which glinted glaringly in the sun. The rest of her costume consisted of tight golden fabric, criss-crossing black lines and bindings. Quite frightening in its beauty. “Good luck trying to get him to do that," Szambel replied dryly, although there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. Szambel was dressed quite similarly to Koani, wearing a costume of gold and black and formidable edges. The only real difference between the two of them was the fact that he wore a fringe of dark black fur around his neck, and upon closer inspection, was quite heavily armed. “I'm just sayin'. He's already smokin' hot. Can you imagine what he could be like if he bent the gender a little?" Codat wiggled his eyebrows, a huge grin plastered on his short feline muzzle. “You're lucky he's not here at the moment. You'd be a hair width away from Fronna, Codat." Koani stepped in, not even bothering to hide the silly grin on her face. “Although, now you've got me wondering..." “Ah-ha!" Codat shouted. “I'm not the only one! The Lady wonders! If anyone could get him to dress up like a thill, it'd be you. All I'd want are a few pictures..." Szambel shook his head. “Codat, although you may think that our lovely Ms. Grader'ba is omnipotent, there are limitations on her powers. Getting Vythe to dress up as a woman is just as impossible as it is chimerical."
<span style='color:aqua'>Tiramitsu - Sponsor - Mitsu Range</span> - http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a218/Kitty_on_strike/memoreisfinish.jpgTira's costume</a> <span style='color:gold'>Shadow Degoz - Permission to go - bodyguard.</span> <span style='color:skyblue'>Jello - she'll come in later - invited :3</span> ~~~ Tira had originally been excited about coming to the Tumhuem, she'd never been invited to a party like this before, and she would get a chance to dress up! She'd had her costume planned in her head as soon as she got the letter through the door. What she hadn't planned for was Shadow... He'd initially refused to come with her as her plus one - she was too shy to invite Dumu with her, But she'd tried to get a message to him on mis mobile - until he'd thought up of something horrible and evil in his head. Oh he'd come along, but only if he chose her costume. And now she was stuck in this freaky dress for the rest of the night. Once she'd had a couple of looks from 'dragons wandering about the place she had progressively changed her face into one of extreme annoyance and embarrassment. Shadow however, in a very dashing white suit/black shirt/ white tie combo looked much more creepy and fitting with all the "blood" splattered on the white jacket and tie. She looked like a frilly doll. <span style='color:aqua'>"I'm supposed to look like that"</span> She whined to the black male beside her while looking up at him with a pleading expression, the male chuckled at her, squeezing her hand briefly. The thill she had pointed out was covered in rags and fake blood, looking like she'd crawled out from the grave. Tira didn't have a single bloody smear or a rip in her attire. <span style='color:gold'>"Humor me, anyway you look way more creepy than the rest of them."</span> He chuckled again, while Tira sighed, defeated for now. The grey femme looked down at her costume. The pale yellow dress flared out at the waist, reaching a light pink and blue tube like material, and then came the frills. The light pink ruffles each attached to the tube thing with a delicate blue wing shaped motif and then another load of frilly netting underneath which poked out from under the pink in that same pale yellow. In her hair was a simple hairband, pale yellow with a pink wing on either side. She didn't really mind the dress, but it was all the looks she was getting that made her detest it. She was sure she looked out of place or something. <span style='color:gold'>"You look adorable..."</span> He murmered in her ear, she sighed again, before looking at him with a softer expression than before. <span style='color:aqua'>"i'll get you in the next life for this"</span> Tira mumbled before stopping to stare at the procession 50 or so meters away. <span style='color:aqua'>"Wow"</span> she mouthed to the arden beside her, pointing a little in their direction. It was actually Koani and her crew, though Tira didn't reconise them in the slightest. The costumes were amazing, Tira lowered her hand when Shadow found who she was meaning. <span style='color:gold'>"That's a pretty sweet line up, you think there's a competition for the best costume?"</span> He was crouched down a little to talk in her ear. He'd grown to a formidable six foot five over the past year. Tira had been downsized - an order from Shadow - to shift to a model five foot nine, so the dress would sit right - of course. <span style='color:aqua'>"Maybe, they'd win for sure..."</span> she agreed, still watching in awe.
<table width="90%" cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face=verdana style="font-size:12px; line-height:16px;"> OOC: Lamaria Sonyarit. Permission - actually, she's infrequently hired (along with other a handful of other Seers/Inner Sight masters) by big event sponsers/vendors to work in close connection with security -- doing Fronima sensing things. I hope that makes sense. Feel free to add to her plottage... i.e. call on her cos she's working for you, be working alongside her, etc. (: Side note, I just realized the connection between Lamaria and malaria. s: <center>--------------------------- The light fixtures were remarkably dustless, she noted. They swung like they were shaking their heavy heads in dismay, casting bright streams of coloured light on those who trailed below. The light's colour and brilliance was lost on Lamaria, however, who sat perched high within the AES on the railing that only technicians and security ever found themselves on. Her eyes were shielded by dark sunglasses. She could only tell apart the blacks and whites, the greys... all the shades. <font color=deeppink>"Y'know, I hate heights."</font> Her co-worker, a stocky Takula arden that was the colour of the ocean at night, grinned a crocodile grin at her. "Maybe y'shoulda stayed home then, princess." In retort, she belted a harsh-noted 'hah' and then set a sharp elbow into the arden's scaly side. It wasn't a strong hit, but it probably would've produced a greater reaction than his half-hearted chortle in anybody else. She was with the right crowd. The two of them hung overhead the streaming crowds of people in silence for a moment. They were dressed similarly: dark, slate-blue collared shirts and likewise professional-looking pants. Tight, thick belts of goldenrod yellow held up their waists like garters on a shapely thigh. Equally gold stripes broke the dark of their uniforms around their sleeves and around their pant legs. Nothing apparently threatening hung on their bodies, however... no guns, no tasers, no nothing. <font color=deeppink>"Yah, and next you're going to tell me this is an arden's job, Jawl. I'm heading down before I barf on all the nice people below."</font> And so she got up on foot, and headed toward the staircase. No sooner had she reached the bottom level did she run into Krike Savage -- well, she almost ran into him. She halted midstride to prevent a full-on collision, but did not walk away from it without a well-rounded curse and a likely jostle. So much for coming back onto land unscathed. Can't trust the land, and can't trust the air. She was one with water. </tr></td></table>
The distinctive atmosphere of the AES seemed to be increasing with each invited guest entering through the front door. If it was to fill at this rate, there would be no more room. Now, Will was standing at the front door inside the Stadium up against the wall with his arms crossed, watching those who came in enjoy this wonderful night during week Tumhuem. Each Pendragon that came in gave a distinctive scent, making Will know what species of Pendragon came in, and whether they were male or female. This made it easy for him to know if there friends of his sis, of him, or his friends. One scent caught his nose, a scent that he knew quite well. It was coming close to him. He looked to see that this scent was Karma, Sarah's friend and her bassist, and her and Will's childhood friend. Karma let out words. "Isn't Sarah supposed to be here?" Will gave back a straight answer to Karma's question. "Yeah, she is here. She should be backstage." Will turned his canine head, looking at the door to backstage before he pointed at it to show Karm where it was. Sarah was walking in the corridor of the backstage area, going passed various numbered doors. One was opened as she walked by, but she was in a rush, she only looked as she went. He caught a quick peek before passing, seeing Requiem in there with his guitar. She turned back to look in front of her. "Oh, so he is here afterall." ~~~~~~~~~~~ Abigail somehow felt a peaceful serenity around her, as if she just woke up from a wonderful sleep. She liked it. She was more happy with a drink in hand. If she had that and serenity, she wouldn't if her father died, metaphorically speaking. This seemed to be one of Abby's peace moments. It wasn't long after that she heard voices, three voices that was so familiar. She looked at the crowd to find the origin of the voices. She eventually found them and knew who they were. She looked at the three, and there costumes. Codat's and Koani's costumes seemed to catch Abbs' interest, but Szambel's was, well odd. Szambel seemed to like wearing thill's clothing. Abby thought it to be a good idea to have a chat with them. She finished here drink, set the glass on a table, and started to walk. Abby looked at them, but saw no Vythe. Mabye he didn't want to come? Or mabye he didn't want show his costume to anyone? She didn't think on it for long, because she was now close. "You may wear your costumes, but your voices will remain unchanged. And Szambel, it that your costume? Or you like your mastery of disguise so much, you've gotten used to dresses? Or you just like wearing thill's dresses?"
Even though Koani was already walking close to Szambel – she had her right hand gently clasped about his forearm – she leaned over even closer to Szambel and whispered, “Look over there." Szambel followed Koani's brief gaze, he'd been ready for trouble... but found none. The pendragon that Koani had indicated was wearing a rather ridiculous dress and seemed rather out of place amongst all the other ghosts and ghouls. “I believe that's Ms. Vaghern," Szambel said after a moment. “Oh, I know that it is. I've been a little ah, interested in her ventures. It's that dress she's wearing though." Koani paused, trying to find the right words. “It reminds me of the things my mother forced me to wear when I was a niotie. The dinner party outfits were the worst." Koani shuddered inwardly and Szambel laughed. It was a few moments after that that they were approached by Abigail. Codat jumped out in front of Koani and Szambel and bowed lavishly to Abigail. “M'lady!. It's a pleasure to have you join us—" Codat didn't have time to finish his greeting. Szambel had given the arden a small boot to the rear and had caused the dressed up guard to fall flat on his face. “Forgive him," Szambel said teasingly as he looked down at Codat. Codat grinned up at him, but then stuck out his tongue. “He's still being trained." Koani silently shook her head. She couldn't take these two anywhere. “It's good to see you here, Abigail. I've been hearing a lot about you lately," Koani said in greeting with a smile. “I'm comfortable with my gender, Ms. Wuos. However, if I may add, you have excellent hearing. Dresses are simply sometimes part of the business. After all, there aren't many who know my real gender, or appearance for that matter. Mixing it up keeps our adversaries on their toes." Szambel's explanation was as succinct as he could make it. His entire job was about costumes, disguises and getting his nose into other people's business. “'Bel, what is Vythe wearing anyway?" Koani asked, realizing that she hadn't even seen her Head of Security today. Szambel deflected the question with a look at Codat. After all, it had only been Codat who had seen Vythe that morning before he had taken off. “Just his girls," Codat said with a smile as he picked himself up off of the ground. “Just?" Szambel asked, biting his lip. “Yup. Just the girls with his belts criss-crossed. Y'can't miss him really. He's around the stage area. At least, was when I last checked in with him to give our positions. Have you seen Vythe today, Ms. Abigail?"
OOC: I'm stopping at this post for the time being to let other members join or the posteez post their posts. IC: Abigail jumped as Codat hopped into front of Koani and Szambel to give his greeting. “M'lady!. It's a pleasure to have you join us—" That was his greeting, but it wasn't complete because it was interrupted by Bel with a boot to the rear end and fell to the floor. She gave a quick chuckle at the pair. Abigail looked up to Bel for his apology about Codat. It didn't bother her. Actually, she wouldn't mind to here it, but if Bel didn't like it, then fine. Besides, she has seen this behaviour before. "Oh, it's ok. If seen behaviour like this before." “It's good to see you here, Abigail. I've been hearing a lot about you lately," Abbs turned her attention to the well disguised Grader, letting off a smile in response with, "Nice to see you too, Ms. Grader. You look well, and I like your costume, and that mask. What kind is it?" Abby was now facing Bel because of his reply to her questions. “I'm comfortable with my gender, Ms. Wuos. However, if I may add, you have excellent hearing. Dresses are simply sometimes part of the business. After all, there aren't many who know my real gender, or appearance for that matter. Mixing it up keeps our adversaries on their toes." The well dressed lukuo thought on those words for a well seven seconds, then was able to spot a flaw. "Ok, I get that, but what if someone was good with counter-espionage. What would happen, then?" It wasn't long that started to talk about Vythe and what he might be wearing. When she heard the word "girls," she knew they meant his guns. Abbs wouldn't agrue with that. She had her silver shotgun, Innocence, with her. She also heard that he was near the stage, or at least that's what Codat was told. Then a question was directed at Abbs about Vythe's whereabouts. She, unfortunately, shook her head. "No, sorry. Last I saw him was, as I remember, was during the interview with me."
"Right. I remember her saying she wanted to do a couple of songs tonight," Karma said. He looked in the direction that Will was pointing to. Before leaving he said,"I'll see you 'round Will. Tell us what you think after we're done." Karma then headed in the direction of the backstage entrance with his own guitar. When he got there he showed security his backstage pass and he went in. Karma saw all of the numbered doors that were there. He kept on walking and found Sara. "Hey Sara!" He yelled to get her attention.
Idly Kuma wondered what exactly he was supposed to do now. He hadn't really paid any attention when the band talked about this event; he hadn't even really wanted to come, but he'd promised Sarah they would sing that song together. Sighing, he looked around again, hoping to see someone he knew. He thought he heard Karma for a second, but the voice was soon lost amongst the crowd. Kicking his legs against the stage, he hunched his shoulders, almost curling in on himself. Humming softly, he sat there, looking slightly dejected and not unlike a lost kid.
Krike had many troubles moving around in the crowd. He tried turning once and nearly elbowed an arden in the face, coming short of having his own face elbowed as well. After a while, he got the movement of the crowd and got around far more easily. In almost now time at all, he made his way to a less crowded wall near a flight of iron stairs primarily used by engineers or other employees. He stood still by the wall, watching everyone before him, picking out the more lovely thills for later, and a few 'dragons that dressed up somewhat like him. Whenever a look-alike passed him, he would call out, "My costume's better!" Mind you, he wore no costume but his own flesh and clothing. After a while of making fun of people that passed by, he caught a thill approaching him from the corner of his eye. A shiny Khell, by the looks of her, and one that looked like she took care of herself. Krike could not let himself pass up a chance like this, so he took one small step forward and turned so his body faced her. Although hoping she would run right into him, she stopped closed enough, cursed, and walked away. Taking that the muttered curse was for him, he quickly navigated his way through the crowd and stepped out in front of her again. "'Ello, 'ello! What have we here now?" He said in a course Terran-British accent. "T'is the thill that nearly knock me over!" He crudely chuckled. He changed his voice to a more serious tone. "And what was it you said to me?"
<blockquote>ooc. I think we ought to establish a posting order, perhaps? ic. Requiem looked up. Dylan - in his trademark form of a rag-winged raven: pale, beady eyes and a fluttering of ink-wept feathers, just a speck on the horizon above the spectral, twisted city, against a sky the color of a fresh bruise. He alighted a good yard from Requiem, and promptly shifted back into his proper state - he was a harlequien in black, fluttering clothes with checkerboard eyes and a skull painted onto his face, ringing his blue eyes and carving across his high cheekbones. "Hey," was all he offered, and then he squeezed 'Quiem's shoulder, grinning. "Good luck, 'kay? I'm gonna go find 'Ani." Off he walked, and once more the Yki was left alone, tending to his guitar strings. He was fucking ready - his heart was soaring to an industrial beat, to the cognac-X-nujeq cocktail in his brain, to the ratcheting thrum of his tapping boots. He made a mental checklist. William? He didn't know where he was. Jello - her either. And as for Attrius... well, he was somewhere back there. --- The toes of Atti's black knee-high boots were silver with reinforced metal in the angled light. At Dyl's request - he'd been an old friend of Crail's - he'd filled in for Nell as bassist tonight. Maybe for a while more than that. His lean, sinewed frame was arched like a polecat against one of the support beams of the curtain, a monolithic black form in tight leather pants and a studded belt - he didn't need a costume to look frightening. No. Because there were demons in his eyes. How long had she been gone? A year, at least - he didn't keep track of time anymore. He skipped hours like stones, losing himself in nujeq, bloodying his nostrils with coke - he's torn up her name tattooed over his chest, and he sported several new piercings: one in his lower lip, a septum, and one across the bridge of his nose. He wore the engagement ring around his neck. We could make beautiful children, he'd once told her. The Antichrist sucked in a deep breath, and then he sunk to his knees, a crumpled mess of compressed flesh and shadow, and began to tearlessly weep for the loss of innocence. --- Dylan was nursing a glass of cheap, watered-down ale when he finally found Koani. "Hey!" he shouted, and rushed towards her on nimble booted feet, grinning wolfishly. "Ani'sla!" Dy hugged her tightly, breathing her in best as he could without making it too apparent - he drowned in the scent, the feel, the very taste of her aura. "Req 's coming up next, I think."
OOC:who-Razorback wearing: raver boots, gloves, fluro yellow t-shirt and multi fluro coloured pants IC: "<span style='color:red'>well here i am.....where is the place im supposed to be at again???</span>" razorback muttered to himself while pulling out a map of the building complex. YOU ARE HERE!!! was marked on the map right where he was standing and the place he needed to be was at the other side of the complex.....he was supposed to be at the back of the stage prepairing the food for he bands after they'd finished doing what they were doin and he was already an hour late. "<span style='color:red'>aww man i have go that far??? well that sucks....</span>" he sighed and started making his way to the back of the stage. as he was walking he bumped into someone and made them spill their drink "<span style='color:red'>crap man im so sorry about your drink...</span>"razorback said. now he was going to have to buy the person a new drink....
<table width="90%" cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face=verdana style="font-size:12px; line-height:16px;"> OOC: so, i'm going to post because everyone's done a second post pretty much... but yes, i think a posting order is well in... order! <center>--------------------------- No sooner had she made but a few loping steps out into the crowd did she find the same determined insect before her, making a sortof beady-eyed expression at her that she assumed was his picking-up-ladies face. She, on the other hand, could not help the curled lip and cocked brow look of slight disgust contorting her face. Arden of his nature weren't her cup of tea... truth be told, most arden weren't. <font color=deeppink>"Yeah, nearly knocked ya over. You would've felt it if it wasn't so nearly."</font> retorted the hotheaded she-dragon, though without nearly as much 'bark' to her words as she would've liked; she was acting as a professional in this event and had to uphold the attitude. Had she known that he was one of the performers she might've treated him a little differently. But, alas, Krike Savage lacked a name-tag and the sort of press associated with fame... whether this was to his benefit or hers was a question worth posing. Just then a teenage niotie, blessed by her wealthy mother's connections that had allowed her to attend Tumhuem, slid into the scene without being formally introduced. Introductions were only tradition anyway. What happened to spontaneity? "Krike Savage, do you remember me? Hailey-tenn, from your last concert? We talked a while..." Her eyes were wells of hope and delight, rendered subtle when, inside, there were fireworks of emotion. The pretty niotie was dressed in a multitude of blacks, from her dark as bats dress to her hurt like night spiked collar and carried herself coolly, although inside she was fumbling with youthful excitement. At this young intruder Lamaria backed up and stared, startled, at Krike. For one, this lass looked a few years too young for the apparent rockstar. But secondly, he was a rockstar...</tr></td></table>
OOC: Jello shall make her appearance, Tira is out for this one, till i see an opportunity to mingle >3 IC: Jello loved any excuse to play dress up, especially when it was something towards the macrabe side of things. The lilac thill was swathed in coloured amber strips of fabric, dashed with deep red silk and fake blood. Blood soaked bandages hid her modesty and a series of fake gashes, cuts and Vampire looking puncture marks on her neck and wrists. Long feathers adorned with little skulls were strategically placed within her hair, and a set of fangs had been fixed onto her canines making them visble when she closed her mouth. The long strips of material had clear tubes sewn in, it's purpose meant for the show, once she was onstage. For the moment she was walking over to the stage, she was supposed to be playing on. She hadn't caught any of tthe band so far. as she turned the corner and weaved behind to a quiter part of the festival, she found one of the guys she was looking for. <span style='color:skyblue'>"Ahhh 'Quiem! Looking sexy there! You ready to knock the pants off the crowd?!"</span> Her voice was excited aand breathy for the moment, the anticipation of playing again making her jirrety like she'd eaten a ton of coffee. <span style='color:skyblue'>"Where's the rest of the group? You haven't eaten them have you?"</span> she added in jokingly, a devils grin on her features, before she suddenly changed her expression to a more questioning one. <span style='color:skyblue'>"So 'Quiem, what ya think o' my costume, pretty sexy huh?" </span>And she gave him a cheeky twirl, the long strips twirling around, before settling back in place. <span style='color:skyblue'>"Oh, where's your lover tonight? He'll be watching the set later won't he?"</span>
OOC: Posting oder made in Game-related forum, view that so you'll know who is after who. IC: Will made it through the large crowd of pendragons alike. Hearing them chat with each other, sharing information. Will, however, wasn't as cheerful as them, his plus one, or, to put simply, his boyfriend wasn't coming. Will saw this day as an opportunity for Requiem to meet him. Will wasn't very pleased, but it happens, and there's nothing he could do. Despite the last minute news, Will started to look for the gang, or parts of the band. He gotto the backstage area, but there were quite a few rooms. This was going to be difficult. He went to one door. Nope. He went to another. Nope. He went to another. Still nope. He came to another door, but heard chatter. One was obviously Requiem and the was female. That was Jello. Will got himself looking right before entering. Once he was, he pushed open the door, giving a quick wave. "Hey, guys. How are..." He turned to Jello. He got scared and jumped with a shriek. When he realized it was Jello, he tried to regain himself. "Geez Jel, you scared the living shit out of me." Sarah too wasn't cheerful, for Roland, who was her drummer, wasn't coming without saying why. That wasn't a sort of reason why, but he said wasn't able to make it. This troubled Sarah. Who would take his place? Will would do it, but what would Requiem say? This thought was in her mind. She might have no choice but to use Will, not caring what Requiem would say. Not just Roland, but what about Terry? If he don't turn up soon, what would she do then? Make Kuma use both his and his own guitars? She might have no choice with that too. Dispite this, she heard her name been shouted out. As she turned to face who ever shouted her name, she Karma doing it. She thought to go over to him. She did, however. "Hey Karma, how are ya?"
