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Post by Tala Jiovanni on Mar 20, 2006 18:23:38 GMT -5
A strange man stood on the side of the street.
Almost anyone that lived in Cold Creek could identify the man as an outsider. The man hoped he wouldn’t be in this small town long enough for anyone to question his identity. He planned on staying long enough to do what he need to do and then hire a local to do the rest of his dirty work.
He rubbed his hands together to dispel the numbing cold. Wasn’t it suppose to be warm during the spring instead of rainy and dismal? The weather matched his disposition, surly and bitter. He was a man still fighting for vengeance ,even after his bloodlust had earned him a stay in prison. Nevertheless this time his vendetta was larger, his wrath hotter, his soul blacker.
His only purpose for coming to this hell hole was to reek havoc and destroy lives with a little use from some unsuspecting idiot.
Standing on the street corner he gave a flinty smirk, patiently waiting for the idiot to take the bait.
Oh,yes. The bait.
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Post by taventh on Mar 20, 2006 19:08:20 GMT -5
Sixty... Fifty... Something was wrong.
"God, this is just perfect." He sighed as he slowly brought his red motorcycle to a stop. "Its a rainy day and my damn CrochRocket breaks down. I am gonna sue that man's ass off." He cursed kicking the curb.
Brash Vaydoin had just lefted Cold Creek High School. That morning was a perfect clear sky with no signs of rain and five minutes after he had left it begins to drizzle.
The old abandoned warehouse, where he was headed for band practice, wasn't to far away from his current street corner; luckily it wasn't to far to walk.
Brash kept his helmet on his head in hopes of keeping out the rain. He had his usual black coat, pants, and jacket that any rich kid normally wears. Because he was wearing all black he didn't appeared to be awfully drenched.
He quickly stuck his hands in his pockets and began to curse more, mostly about the rain and Cain's desicion to hold practice that day. Although they always had pratice on Thursdays he was still furious and he needed to vent it out on something.
Turning the corner Brash noticed a man waiting... but what was he really waiting for. The bus didn't come through this part of town and no one else was around... 'What a low life' He thought to himself as he began to walk past him.
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on Mar 20, 2006 19:35:43 GMT -5
“damn it!” Cain yelled as yet another fuse blew; making the lights blink a little and Kurt Cobain’s voice cease to sound thru the large open space.
“Fix one damn thing, then six or seven more f**king tear up,” he muttered, stepping over the large cords that seemed to be ever growing in the warehouse.
Slamming open the tiny silver electrical box, for the tenth time, Cain peered inside. He was sick and tired of his cords blowing. All because they had to use an old run down building, and shitty hardware, for practice. He was going to run out of them before long.
Not only that, but no one seemed to like this place much in the dark. Besides, it was raining out now and the girls would freak if it was to dark to see anything.
Cain sighed. Was the Silver Bullet really worth all the g**damned effort he put into?
“Hell yes,” he yapped slamming the box lid closed. All the wires were in working order once again, and Kurt had resumed his singing.
Going back to the large amp cramped in one corner, Cain smiled. The tiny green light was on. Now, if the fuse didn’t blow they would be okay.
Cain disappeared for a moment behind the large black speakers, only to reappear seconds later, tool box in hand.
The band was set for their next practice. Well, at least until someone broke something again.
“Where in the hell are they anyway?” Cain asked himself out loud, looking around at his handy work.
He’d been working on wiring since school had let out. That had been forty-five minutes ago or better. He’d made it clear they were still having practice this week.
Hadn’t he?
Yes, they knew to be here. Besides he’d reminded Brash, he was coming. Wow, two guitars and a violin. If everyone else didn’t turn up, he’d give them a piece of his mind come Friday.
Ooc;
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Post by mhaimeo90 on Mar 20, 2006 21:16:59 GMT -5
Thick eyelashes batted away droplets of water as Aidan stood in front of the rotting warehouse, gazing up at it skeptically before looking at the paper once more. It was the correct address, she was at the right place. What kind of hellhole did this band of his use as practicing ground? It smelled oof must and mold, and she was across the street.
"Look for me by the moonlight, watch for me by the moonlight. I'll come for thee by the moonlight, though hell sould bar the way,"
she sang under breath. She wasn't scared. No, why would she, Aidan Madadh, fearless Werewolf of Colloden Moor, be afraid of an old storehouse? There was nothing to fear. Nothing.
Aidan continued to hum as she crossed the street, lifting her head to catch random drops of rain from the sky. The cool weather did not even phase her. During the spring in Ireland, this was regular. In fact, this could be considered a good day. Thus, she was still in her white hoodie, her brown hair standing out against it as it hung limply against her chin. She was absoluetly soaked. Of course, many her age had a car, or a bike, or anything. But she prefered to walk. School had been hell, by the way. Fortunately she had been bailed out by a few of the Silver Bullet's members, and she had managed to get to class relatively on time. Well, at least she had friends. Whatever, really. She Mhaimeo, and that was all that mattered.
With a loud creak the door squealed upon its hinges, reluctantly letting the young werewolf into its domain, where it was piteously dark. Her pupils expanded as she adjusted to the change, and she gazed about the dusty area, feeling for all the world that she was in her future sepulcher, to be lain do to rest.
"Hello?" she called, in a rather quiet voice. No need to wake the dead... Heh heh.
"Cain? Anyone else here?" Eventually shaped began to form, and the cursing form of the exact person she was looking for popped into her vision.
"I didn't see you at first," she said to him rather sheepishly, waving in a small figure-eight. Where would the rest be? Surely this band didn't consist of merely two people?[/color]
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Post by Tala Jiovanni on Mar 21, 2006 18:16:13 GMT -5
 The man’s eyes glowed with hungry anticipation.
“ Hey!” He called out.
“I think I’m lost. Do you think you can help? I’ve got an important, ah… business venture. I can’t be late. If you could just direct me in the direction of The Full Moon bar and Grill I’d pay you back.“
He waved a bottle in front of his face and hoped to peak his curiosity.
“I can afford to sell a little.”
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on Mar 21, 2006 18:27:43 GMT -5
Cain turned to see the new girl standing near the door.
He hadn’t expected her to beat the others here.
“Ah, Adain. I see you found us,” he said, pulling the black and orange Fender from the safety of its case. “Hope the smell isn’t too bad, tends to come and go. Probably something dead in here somewhere.” |
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Post by mhaimeo90 on Mar 21, 2006 18:35:18 GMT -5
Aidan peaked her nose upwards, scenting the air, as if only then she had noticed the reeking stench.
"Yum," she muttered sarcastically, but in a friendly matter. She glanced about more, and noticed that even though the place looked incredibly haunting from the outside, once you actually got a glimpse of it all it wasn't too bad. Just slightly bad.
(Blecch, shortness. Apologies all around, but now I haff to go... for now. Toodles.)
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Post by taventh on Mar 21, 2006 19:09:04 GMT -5
Brash stopped abruptly and removed his helmet. The rain was letting up some so he didn't care anymore. He shook his head of helmet hair.
Who knows what spiked his interest about this man. Perhaps it was the fact he had just gotten his motorcycle back from repairs and it already broke down and he felt like taking out his anger, or it was just another day and he was sick of just another day.
"The Full Moon Bar and Grill?" He hesitated before he said anything else. "Wait what are you..." He decided not to finish his sentence. "I'll take a bottle how much?" Maybe he was hoping something could spike interest into his life. Being rich and getting everything just wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Brash needed a challenge he needed something to break away, maybe this was it.
The man told him how much. Brash pulled this amount from his wallet and they exchanged. Without thinking anything of it he placed the bottle into his pocket. "Oh and uh... you won't say anything about me being here correct?" He said without waiting for a reply. "The Bar and Grill is on the other side of town. Walk three more blocks to Vander Street and there'll be a bus stop that will take you to the bar." He turned and hurried off down the street hoping not to have the man say anymore.
This action could probably mess him over for life and he knew it, but didn't care... for now anyways...
((okay well I kind of made it so you didn't have to do another post of the man so I could go straight to the ware house now. Sorry I played the character slightly.. hope you don't mind.))
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Three minutes later Brash arrived at the old warehouse.
"I don't see why he just won't have practice at my place... it would be so much easier for me." He said before entering. He realized he had begun talking to himself and he shook it and blamed it on the nerves.
He entered and let the door shut hard. Brash sighed and carefully placed his jacket over a box; then he placed his helmet over it so his bottle of pills wouldn't be discovered.
Walking in he gestured to Cain and moved around to his equipment trying to avoid conversation with other people.
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on Mar 22, 2006 19:43:35 GMT -5
Cain’s gaze followed Brash as he drug himself thru the door. Throwing down his jacket he made some sort of gesture toward Cain, Cain rolled his eyes. Brash looked like he was in one of his moods. That was never good. It meant something had upset him, and that wasn’t good either. Because then practice didn’t flow easily and when that didn’t happen, Cain wasn’t happy.
So, when it came down to it, when Brash wasn’t happy, Cain wasn’t happy. And when Cain wasn’t happy, no one was happy.
Turning back to Aidan, as he leaned his guitar on the closest amp.
“Okay, well keyboard’s over there somewhere,” he said pointing toward a stack of piled up speakers, cords, and small amps, “We’ve never had use for it so, you’ll have to dig it out.”
He started toward Brash before turning back, “I meant what I said about something being dead. Watch out, I don’t clean this place. Just fix it.”
Walking over to his friend, Cain gave him a weird look. “What happened to you, you’re in one of those ‘look-at-me-and-I’ll-f**king-kill-you’ moods aren’t you?” After a short pause, Cain added, “And where were you after school? I know you don’t do the speed limit, so that can’t be the reason you were almost an hour late. I had a hell of a time fixing all the damn fuses we blew last practice.”
Ooc; Everyone but Aidan has known each other for at least three years. Remember they’re all best friends. Just so everyone knows, because I always forget to explain things like that…. Sorry. |
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Post by taventh on Mar 23, 2006 17:17:11 GMT -5
Brash raised an eyebrow. Now his look insisted that Cain should press on but surely would end in a fight. "I had stuff..." He said avioding Cain's eyes.
No one ever in Brash's life had ever had authority over him. He always did what he wanted and that was that, but when Cain demanded something it was hard to keep it a secret.
"Bike broke down." He said in as few words a possible. His tone was the normal I'm-better-than-you-so-I-can-say-what-I-want tone. And because he had a scanty friendship with Cain he could get away with it, most times. Brash wasn't lieing though just limiting the details and this eased his nerves. Maybe he could just forget about it, he hadn't actually done anything... yet.
Brash tried to blow Cain off and returned to rumaging through his guitar case; although, he wasn't really looking for anything. The sooner practice was over the better.
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on Mar 23, 2006 18:06:38 GMT -5
“Alright, whatever.” Cain muttered, deciding to pick and choose his battles. Today wasn’t one of those days when he wanted to fight. He’d leave Brash to his self for today.
“You could have called though,” Cain said over his shoulder as he retrieved his guitar, slinging the black strap around and under his arm. Pulling the pick from under a string, he added, “I would have came and picked you up. Would have gotten my mind off the wires. I thought I was going to have to hang myself with them for a while.”
Cain didn’t always mean to be such a demanding person, but it came with the blood. He’d always been like that, very controlling. But at the same time, understanding to a certain limit. He was hard to understand. Hell, he didn’t even understand in himself, let alone expect someone else too. |
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Post by mhaimeo90 on Mar 23, 2006 19:13:39 GMT -5
Aidan nodded and peered into the dark corner that Cain told her to look into. She could practically see the dust sitting in a film on top of all of that stuff. So, as not to ruin her favorite hooded sweatshirt, she stripped it away, neatly placing the Ireland colors right-side up as she folded it onto a small table. Despite just wearing her jeans and and a ratty old vintage T-shirt, the chill of the unheated building didn't seem to phase her all that much as she gazed upon the messy pile of junk skeptically before closing in. It seemed that the keyboard would be somewhere in the very middle of it all. Taking a deep breath, Aidan heaved against one very large amplifier, moving it away, to reveal a corner of the keyboard. Just ass he set the amp down, a rat scurried out of the pile, and Aidan found herself emitting a small shriek as she jumped backwards. Goosebumps prickled her flesh as her pounding heart slowed, and she leaned against one wall, closing her eyes and blushing furiously.
Stupid rat.
She turned back to the pile of junk and smiled sheepishly, before tugging at that corner of the keyboard, until it was all uncovered. The thing was a mess, but Aidan took her hand and wiped away most of the grime.
"Beautiful," she muttered under her breath as she set it on its legs, then plugging it into an outlet nearby. Despite what she thought, the thing actually started up when she pressed the magic button, and played a soft note when she pressed one of the white keys.
Aidan looekd back at the pile, and brought over to the keyboard the matching bench, upon which she sat after clearing away more filth. Gently she played a Major D chord, letting its sweet notes echo in the barren warehouse.
"Nice," she sang along. She glanced over to cain briefly, before turning back to the keyboard. He seemed to be in a bit of a mood...
"In the heat of Summer Sunshine..." She sang, quietly, as she played the piano's accompaniment. She still had the skill. She could still sing and play at the same time. It was harder than it seemed.[/color]
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Post by taventh on Mar 23, 2006 20:55:53 GMT -5
Brash followed Cain's actions and he too strapped up his silver guitar with a black strap while he still ignored him. He plugged in his 'Radiance' and set the amplifier on low.
Without reaching for his pick he played a cord. "At least something works," he muttered to himself. Brash then reached for a pick in the guitar case. He played one of his many random rhythms.
He wasn't in the mood for talking to anyone but still was curious where Tala was. But he let his curiosity slide and moved to the front of the drum set to the place without a mike. Brash could sing decently but he stuck with guitar.
((lol its kind of boring playing the guy that thinks he is better than everyone else... Well I guess it is just the drugs that he still has in his coat pocket. He hasn't even taken one yet and he is already felling it.))
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Post by Tala on Mar 23, 2006 21:44:41 GMT -5
If looks could kill Mr. Garret would be dead, Tala decided as she threw her least favorite teacher another dark look.
How do you give someone detention for correcting their teacher anyway? Tala just pointed out that the problem was incorrect and here she was missing band practice because Mr. Garret was a pompous jerk.
She watched the clock eagerly., willing the hands to move faster. Finally the big hand reached the twelve and the bell rang, signifying the end of detention.
Tala made a mad dash for her car. She turned the ignition switch and pulled out of the student parking lot . The squeal of tires met her ears. She winced. Those were her new treads. Sighing, she pressed the petal to the floor. The gas hand reached 60 an soon 80. It was still moving up right before she slammed on the brakes, nearly passing up the warehouse.
She didn’t pay much attention to a man on the street corner. Any other time her curiosity would have propelled her to investigate the stranger.
She jumped from the car and sprinted inside. Everyone had there stuff out, already prepared to practice.
“ I’m here!” she rasped as she steadied herself for Caine’s lecture.
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on Mar 23, 2006 22:17:53 GMT -5
Cain raised an eyebrow as a blur, barely identifiable as his sister, flew past.
“And where have you been?” Cain asked, expecting the answer to be a smart comeback.
“Wait never mind. I don’t want to know.”
Ooc;
Okay, I’m thinking this is going to need a time lapse, like soon. Because, believe it or not, we don’t have a drummer (gosh I thought they were a dime dozen), and we don’t have a bassist. Oh, and if I get something wrong on the whole guitar thing, so sorry. I’m borrowing what I know from my brother, my dad, and a good friend of mine named Perry. I’m a saxophone player, not a guitar player…. Though I can play Smoke on the Water on Bass. Go me. But Tala gets points, she really did play violin at one time.
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Post by Tala Jiovanni on Mar 24, 2006 11:36:42 GMT -5
Tala rolled her eyes at Caine. He was ticked, but Tala wasn’t in a good mood either, and she knew from past experience that if she said something back to Caine she would only create a rift.
She addressed everyone else in the room instead. “I’m sorry guys. Mr. Garret kept me in detention for correcting him. I would of called but I was to mad to think straight.”
She began to resin her bow but stopped. Brash was ,without a doubt, in a mood similar to Caine‘s.
Without knowing why, Tala felt propelled to speak to him. She just had this weird feeling something was really wrong with her friend.
She walked over to Brash. “ Not to pry or anything but are you ok. If it helps, ignore Caine. It’s what I do. Besides he’s just got his panties in a wad over band practice.”
((Occ: Go check out plot-ness. I've got a idea to thicken the plot.))
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Post by taventh on Mar 24, 2006 17:26:33 GMT -5
Brash cotinued play rhythms he had memorized, but now he turned his amplifier off so everyone could only hear the thumbling of the strings and his fingers.
"Yeah, probably." He said in a softer tone than what he spoke to with Cain. Brash didn't really understand but when he was around Tala he felt calmer and not as aggressive. He would always speak to her in more of a shyer voice; however, even now Brash didn't feel like talking to Tala. Maybe it would have helped or have made matters worse.
Blame it on the rain.
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Post by Tala Jiovanni on Mar 24, 2006 19:05:01 GMT -5
Recognizing the need for Brash to work through his problems alone, Tala nodded.
In a voice just loud enough for Brash to hear she whispered, “If you need to talk you know I’m here.”
No more was needed to be said. Next to her brother, Brash was her closest friend.
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Post by taventh on Mar 27, 2006 17:08:41 GMT -5
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I don't know if you are waiting for me to post next but I think it is a good time for a time jump to tonight. Everyone should get one last post before the characters hit the hay. Then for the horrific television annoucement in the morning. If you planning on doing it like that.
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Post by Tala Jiovanni on Apr 8, 2006 9:16:43 GMT -5
Pulling a substantial amount of cash from his pocket, the same man who had stood on the street corner, handed the wad of green to a young woman. With greedy hands she seized it.
"Remember the deal," the man whispered softly, " and there will be plenty more where that came from."
The girl swung a long mane of white-blond hair. For both of them the murders could permanently remove the werewolves out of their way.
" Trust me just having those flee-bitten freaks away from this town is enough for me." She threw him a flirtatious smile and added saucily, "Although I do appreciate the finer, more expensive, things in life."
Her brash gaze traveled up and down his form. The man laughed. Seducing a minor, that could be added to his list of recent crimes he decided, but first he needed to get out of town while the murders happened.
He left the girl to her dirty work and slipped off into the night.
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The man’s eyes glowed with hungry anticipation.