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Post by Chimera on Aug 13, 2018 22:51:24 GMT -4
421 WC Party party party!! | It had started in the global chatroom, where all of U.A's best and brightest could unite over the internet to discuss the most important issues of their day and age; namely, shit-posting as many old memes, bad references, concerning comments about drug use and violence, and all those other wonderful things that inevitably happen when a group of teenagers are all using the same chat. Honestly, Chimera loved the chaotic mess that was the chatroom. Sure there was drama going on in the other chats that he couldn't see, and yes, occasionally it leaked into the global channel, but for the most part things were fun and wild in ways he hadn't known before. He hadn't been in part of an online chat, ever. Even being anonymously as could be, he always feared that somebody would judge him. And yes, that fear lingered still with the U.A chatroom, but it was lessened knowing that all of the other people behind their screen-names were people he was living with IRL, and all of them were as crazy online as they were in person. On that note, he was now going to meet up with some of the crazier ones. He entered the main hall of the dormitories with his ears perked and listening for gathered voices, dressed down from his uniform and instead wearing just a simple green t-shirt and cargo shorts. Since it was still summer and the horrible-death-sun made him shed and pant horribly if he wore anything thicker than a napkin he had a ice pop held in his teeth, cooling him off enough to venture out of his dorm room. It was devoid of a roommate for the time being, so he'd filled almost every surface he could with fans and had been laying on the bed between all of them, dying. Hopefully this would be far more pleasant an experience than that. When he heard a gaggle of voices growing louder he went towards them, one hand in his pocket and the other holding the popsicle stick in his claws. He wasn't sure what Darren or Hayley or Levi looked like, but he could make a few assumptions based on their personalities online. He was expecting hard-rock looking teens, with crazy hair and piercings. Probably wearing leather. Then again, Japan was a bit more strict on hair color and piercings, so maybe he was just picturing something he'd see in America... Well, he wouldn't know until he met them. Daimon Darren Hayley Reid @lau |
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Post by Daimon Darren on Aug 14, 2018 22:31:21 GMT -4
“Death or Glory!” loudly proclaimed Darren as the chimera boy entered the common room of the 1-C dorms. It was just like any school dorm common room, a collection of couches, tables, a TV, a board and other things. Among these other things were Darren’s bass amp, a drum set and Hayley’s guitar amp. The 1-C common room was regularly requisitioned by a blondie bassist, a brunette guitarist and a raven-haired drummer, and when they requisitioned it the hair in question was often flowing wildly. The reason their hair often flowed wildly was because they were often playing rock n’ roll enthusiastically -- at least in Darren's case. When the new student entered the room, he would be faced with his back clad in a Clash t-shirt. He still had his uniform pants on, too lazy to change. One couch had been moved to sit to the side of the drum kit. On the couch was a pile of papers. They were tablatures that Darren had printed. Unsurprisingly, the delinquent couldn’t read sheet music to save his life. He compensated for this shortcoming and many others with boundless enthusiasm and a sense of rhythm that was slowly but surely coming into its own, which was very important for a bassist. His bass was plugged into its amp, and so was Hayley’s guitar. The various knobs were turned into setting carefully chosen for their ability to make their instruments scream, or at the least shout very loudly. Darren’s bass was a red and white Telecaster that was slung over his shoulder with a black sling with two red racing stripes crossing its length. Darren’s right foot was on the couch’s armrest, and the sling actually slacked as the bass rested on his hip, making the whole contraption quite useless but in Darren’s words, very cool.. “Come on, guys. We have to play it. It’s a classic.” The blonde delinquent called every song he liked a ‘classic’ that they ‘had to play’. Thankfully, he had other, more substantial arguments. “And it’s not too hard for any of us to play.” It was indeed a good argument. One characteristic of the band he liked to call his was that its players were all still relative beginners, at least when it came to playing in a band, and quite close to a total beginner in Darren’s case. He was picking it up quickly. It was not quick enough for his taste. The boy with the instantaneous momentum quirk had a tendency to rush everything, denoting the limited creativity of the writing team. The writing team of the boy in question -- composed of exactly one twenty-something fucker shitposting on his RP forum -- decided that it was a good idea to have him play the introduction to the Clash song he previously mentioned, still completely oblivious to the goat-rabbit-dog-things-man behind him. “Death or glooooory! Just another stooory,” he sang to entice his bandmates to follow him in song as his fingers started running on the string, the low hum of his bass coming out of the baffles. The other saving grace of Darren was that he could sing and play at the same time, which was no easy feat, but it was tarnished by the fact that he had not been blessed with a fantastic voice. It’s not that he sang off-key or had a grating voice; simply that he had an unimpressive vocal range and really just loudness and good articulation going for him. It was more than enough to sing The Clash. But OD Hazard, as the band was calling itself right now, was in dire need of a real voice.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2018 12:56:52 GMT -4
She lowered the glasses on her face, disappointed at the waste of money spent. She really thought they would help her see colors, but alas, not everything was as it was seen on TV. Levi sighed, browsing image search on her phone of "Bright and Vibrate Wallpapers." It seemed that anything outside of her quirk wasn't going to let her see colors. Maybe it wasn't related to her quirk at all, but her own deficiency. Wearing a loose long sleeved shirt, a beanie and red skinny jeans, she continued to spin slowly on the stool behind the drums. Her foot pressed the pedal striking the drums as her hands were busy with the phone in her hands. She would pause during Darren's tantrum to fight over songs they wanted to play, only to look up and see a beast walk into the room. "I don't suppose you're here to play drums are you?" Levi looked at the new customer from behind the set. She sighed, having even bought her own guitar, only to have Darren push her to play drums for like the millionith time. She knew strings, not drums, but since she had the rhythm, there was no point fighting it. She would just have to let it go for now. The case held the guitar that was in the shape of a skull and spine, even fitted with lights. She had tuned it, and hoped to play it today, only to have to use the long wooden chopsticks she had for lunch as an instrument instead. "Man I really hate this.." she said to herself. ~ 267 ~
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Post by Hayley Reid on Aug 26, 2018 16:58:33 GMT -4
“Death or glory!” Hayley yelled about a second after Darren, for no reason other than it was a hype-ass thing to scream out.
She did not board at UA, given that she lived not far from the campus. So, the only time she ever saw the common room was when Darren invited her to these jam sessions. Because apparently they were a band now. A part of her wondered if she would be better off boarding now that she finally attended the school, but she seemed to have made friends just fine without needing to.
Well, kind of. She knew Darren decently enough, but Levi, the girl on the drums with a face like a slapped ass, not so much. She felt somewhat cold vibes emanating from the other girl and wondered what exactly Darren had done to talk her into this.
Still, she shrugged it off for now. She had her guitar slung across her, all amped up and ready to go. Clad in her old vigilante leathers and armour, minus the helmet and gloves, she knew she looked the part. The only difference besides the missing pieces was the jacket being open to reveal her khaki vest and the dog-tags around her neck. Her guitar matched her aesthetic; it was a Warlock style with fierce jagged edges. The image of a cracked, flaming skull-and-crossbones complete with fireballs for pupils covered the body from bottom to top horizontally.
As soon as Darren launched into the Clash, so did she with great fervour. She had a good enough grasp of the song, and finally getting to play with others added to her enthusiasm. She only wished more people would walk by so they could see them.
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Post by Chimera on Aug 27, 2018 12:35:46 GMT -4
419 WC WAZZAAAAAAAAAP | Okay, maybe Japan wasn't as strict as he'd heard...or these kids didn't care.
Rounding the corner into the main room of the dormitory Chimera found himself looking at the back of a tall blonde rocking out on the bass and screaming along to The Clash. With a shirt to match the song, a bright red and white Telecaster, and his leg up on the armrest of the couch as he sang, he looked very much the picture of a young rock star. Chimera was actually a little starstruck as he stood behind him, ears perked to the music. Though...that might have been the sheer volume of it all more than anything else.
Asides from Darren there were a duo of girls with their own respected instruments: a drummer with purple hair peeking out from underneath her hat, who didn't seem too thrilled to be playing the drums in the first place; and a guitarist dressed in leather and studs and a fearsome looking guitar. Goddamn, was that modded by her, or had she gone out and found that beast?
Wow. Wow, holy shit, DAMN. This is the real thing, isn't it.
Chimera bit and swallowed the last of his popsicle and tossed the stick in a convenient waste basket not too far from him, then stepped around Darren so he was in front of the trio, ears still up and a toothy grin splitting his muzzle. His eyes were practically filled with stars as he listened to them. Sadly, he didn't know the words to this song well enough to belt along, but for now he was absolutely fine listening to them. Even when the drummer asked if he was here to play them instead of her he just snorted through his grin.
"Not unless you have a better singing voice than I do. And even then I can't guarantee the sticks won't be too small for these paws," he held up his large furry fingers, then returned them to his pockets. "Umm, so, hi! Wow. You guys are...that was freaking awesome. I'm guessing I don't need an introduction but, uh, hi! I'm Chimera. Or...Satan Mercury, was it?" Chimera snickered again at the nickname Darren had give him in the chat. Somebody might have found it a little insulting to be literally named after the Devil, but in a rock band? And with his horns? That was pretty goddamn cool. And also Freddy Mercury. Who was going to say no to being compared to him?
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Post by Daimon Darren on Sept 1, 2018 18:39:09 GMT -4
With Hayley having his back, Darren was only spurred on to begin the song. He shouted at Levi behind him, without looking at her or registering the goat man that she was talking to. “COME ON! When we get a legit singer, we can switch places from time to time. Drumming ain’t look too hard. I bet you I can do it.”
He continued playing, Hayley with him, and hopefully Levi with the drumline, and that was enough for a Clash song. It was fortunate that the song was simple enough for this band of goons. Their singer of misfortune cleared his throat and shouted the words in the mike stand before him.
“Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world, Ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands, Hands that slap his kids around, 'cause they don't understand how,”
He clutched the mic for the first “Death or glory!” and got back on the bassline by the next one. He was surprisingly correct in his singing, by which is meant that he did not sing off-key and was on the beat with both bass and voice. His vocal range was nothing impressive, but his energy fit the song well. His one strong point was his articulation; he didn’t have so much trouble with the verbal soup that the song was.
“Death or glory! Becomes, just another story, Death or glory! Becomes, just another story.”
He continued with the savory lyrics of the Clash song enthusiastically.
“'N' every gimmick hungry yob, digging gold from rock 'n' roll Grabs the mike to tell us, he'll die before he's sold, But I believe in this and it's been tested by research, He who fucks nuns, will later join the church!”
The rest was just of matter of more death, more glory, more dingy basements and dingy streets, dragging beats and raising hell. It was a simple song about music and selling out. “Death or glory, becomes, just another story,” Darren and the band finished.
“God damn, that was amazing!” he shouted, excited like a seven years old and jumping on the sofa. Playing music in a band, coming together and making the song come to life in sync had this way of opening the dopamine floodgates in the human brain wide, and it worked particularly well on Darren.
He eventually took notice of the new arrival and jumped down from the sofa just as excitedly. “Hey hey! You’re the goat boy! Satan Mercury, yes!” Darren was never bothering with Chimera and much less with his real name. “You said you can sing, right? Better than me, I hope.” He stepped to the side, revealing the mic behind him. “Go on, then, show off your lungs!”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2018 17:55:49 GMT -4
She had seen him before, but never connected his name to his face... snout? She wanted to give him a hand... paw? Was that racist? That felt racist. Following the lead, she played along with Darren and Hayley's gimmick, far too uncaring to really give a shit. She really didn'y mind playing the drums, she really just liked poking fun at the fact that Darren sucked at nearly just about everything. Although, his face sucked the most. Finishing up, she sat there, leaning onto the set of drums as he addressed their newest addition. "Satan Mercury?" she thought to herself, "Man, he's even got a cooler name than me."She was a runaway, a kid picked up from the streets. Her father had adopted her, taking her in. He did not give her a name, but instead allowed her to think of her own. After all, it builds character, or something like that. He wasn't really the best or ideal kind of father figure. "Oh I pray to the gods you sing instead of him." she said with a smile, her mind drifting off to imagine the dog she was never allowed to have. All she could imagine was playing fetch with- "... That does feel really speciest to think of.. .but he's human still... right?" She thought to herself, really confused about all of it. None of it seemed to add up, but here she was. "I can play a beat if it helps." she would suggest, waiting for his sound to be heard. ~ 255 ~
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Post by Esperia on Dec 10, 2018 7:12:39 GMT -4
Chimera 8 Darren 9 Leviathan 4 Hayley 3
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