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Post by Daimon Darren on Jul 19, 2018 16:07:52 GMT -4
Written in rather crude, aggressively drawn characters was a notice in the UA dorms main hall. It was written on a simple A4 sheet of paper with what looked to be a cheap marker. Below the Japanese characters, there was an English version. The notice said the following: EVERYONE WHO CAN PLAY MUSIC WITHOUT PUTTING PEOPLE TO SLEEP COME IN THE HALL AFTER CLASSES ON FRIDAY AND 3-2-1 LETS JAM LONG LIVE ROCK N FUCKING ROLL (little bitches not allowed) His 1-C peeps might have recognized the eloquent prose and beautiful penmanship of their classmate already, but in the interest of letting everyone know who had this awesome idea, a “DARREN” was just as crudely written in the bottom right in roman letters. The message was clear; and now, it was Friday after classes, and true to his promise, Darren was in the hall. He was sitting on one of the couches with an electric bass strewn across his lap. It was a red-and-white Telecaster. The bass was connected by a big jack to a small, cheap, entry-level amplificator, which was itself connected to the wall socket by a thick alimentation cable. The bass and the amp had been sold together, and as evidenced by the chipped paint of the instrument, had been bought secondhand by the blondie in question. He thought it looked cool, like something Ronnie Woods might have played back in the day. It was becoming increasingly clear that the more beat-up something looked, the more Darren liked it. At the moment, he was waiting for people to show up, and in the process of waiting for people to show up, he was trying to play his bass. See, for all his bravado, Darren was cruelly lacking in actual musical ability. The way his fingers hesitantly danced on the first two strings trying to play the intro to Come as you are by Nirvana betrayed his total lack of skill. What he was missing in actual skill, however, Darren more than made up for in eagerness, and he'll have you know he's taking lessons too. Indeed, the A4 sheet of paper plastered in the dorm hall had many brothers and sisters -- just as crudely written -- all over UA. Anyone who would enter the first-year hall would be greeted by a very enthusiastic delinquent with a knack for bullshitting, provided they wouldn’t ask to play what he referred to as “candy-ass songs”.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 15:16:57 GMT -4
White sneakers walked the halls. Black slacks worn above them, only to be hidden from behind a long black coat. The color of it seemed to be void of all color, or perhaps the collection of it. Her eyes however, were absent of such a gift. Her hands were in her jacket pocket as she walked the halls, her headphones blasting music as she ventured. She had been hungry, and with her sister insisting on having a balanced diet, had resorted to only eating the snacks that were stashed all over the school. While it wasn't how she wanted to eat, it was convent to basically have a pantry around every corner of the school. She didn't even ask how long most of the food had been there, nor how often she restocked it. If she insisted to help herself, then Levi would do just that. She had eaten a more than fair amount of cookies, her tongue danced on the side of her mouth as she would lick off some of the surviving chocolate. But something had interrupted the solo, only to hear another strange familiar song. She stopped, only to look around the corner to find where the sound was coming from. "Hey." she would call out to the blonde haired kid. "We all can hear you, and you play kinda like shit." She was honest, brutally honest. "Is that even tuned properly?" She would speak, rather above the normal speaking level, as if to talk over the song that played in her ears. Maybe she would go deaf one day, but not today. ~ 266 ~
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Post by Daimon Darren on Jul 29, 2018 17:58:36 GMT -4
Darren lifted his head to see exactly what he had hoped to see: a bona fide rock chick at school. She had that short haircut with black hair, assorted clothes, the general attitude associated with the look and headphones that blasted what Darren thinks he recognized as Metallica. He mentally pumped his fist. Externally, all he did was stop playing and look at the girl with a frowning look. It was reinforced his strong eyebrow game honed through years of school delinquency.
“Well, of fucking course I don’t know how to play it.” The pissed look turned into a grin. “That’s why I put up the paper. You play bass?” he asked the girl, handing her the instrument. “I have no idea if I tuned it correctly. There’s a thing with red and green lights on the amp and letters, I just followed that. I think its more or less okay. Its probably just that I’m shit. I’m gonna be taking lessons with a friend, I just bought it the other day.”
His grin widened again. He couldn’t quite hide his excitement. One of the only things he regretted not attending middle school more for was the school concert. He had been too busy skipping classes to fight other delinquents to realize there was even a school concert, and then slacked on actually learning an instrument. In high school, he promised himself, he was gonna form a school band a play in a school concert and it was gonna be awesome.
Therefore, when he saw a deal for a used bass at the local music shop, Darren went ahead and bought a bass he couldn't play, along with an amplificator so that everyone could hear it. He scratched his head, remembered he forgot to introduce himself. “I’m Daimon Darren, by the way. I’m in 1C. I’m trying to find people to make a school band and teach these fools rock n roll.” He smiled again. “You in? What do you play?”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 18:28:02 GMT -4
From inside her pocket, she slid the device, turning the music down, but not completely off. Whoever this kid was, he seemed to be daft, if not completely a twat. Her violet hair peeked over her ears, only for her hands to free themselves from her pockets. She would begin to unbutton, as well as unzip the front of her jacket. Buttons for style, zippers to hold in all of the warmth. She had gotten her answers from him, and continued to approach him. He was a fool, but she could at least entertain herself with him for a bit, it wasn't like she had anything else to do. Again, she would lick the sides of her mouth, her black matte lipstick refusing to smear, her pale skin in a dramatic contrast. She would take the bass from him. She would set her left foot on a chair and rest it against herself as she carefully plucked each string. Her left would feel the wires carefully, while her right would begin to turn the knobs. "Yeah, my dad kinda made everyone learn a few instruments. Granted it's not a sanxian, but they're like the same thing really." She recalled the name of all of those stupid stringed instruments. It was one of that man's pastimes, and he would often make them all play them if they did not wish to do real work. Sadly, even when Levi played them, she was still required to do her job, even if she filled the building with music. "1A. Leviathan." she would answer. "You can just call me Levi." And she would continue to play with the bass guitar, looking at all of the soft edges and the curves as she carefully tuned it for just the right song... ~ 296 ~
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Post by Daimon Darren on Aug 1, 2018 17:33:53 GMT -4
The goth brunette walked towards the blonde delinquent while unzipping her jacket and licking her lips. In other occasions, Darren would have lifted an eyebrow, but he knew much sanity shouldn’t be expected of rock girls in general, especially the oes that were also in hero school and called themselves Leviathan.
She took the bass from him and said something about saxons or something. “The fuck’s a saxoyan?” he said with a big dumb smile.
He observed how she handled the bass. She played the strings over and over while fine-tuning the knobs on the instrument’s head. “Are you tuning by ear? How do you even do it? I hear you’re supposed to get this bit of metal but I don’t see how that help me do shit.” He was referencing diapasons. “Do I need it to turn a secret knob somewhere? I haven’t even seen anyone do that.” He blinked a few times. It was difficult to tell if Darren was acting dumb or just plain was.
His trap wasn’t about to shut. “So, what do you usually bump?” he said, referring to music. “I'm a dinosaur. Give me that last millennium shit, Stones, Zep and the likes. Everything with an electric guitar. Until the 2000 hit. Man, did rock take a hard blow then.” He curled his fist in an overly dramatic manner. “It still hasn’t recovered to this day.”
He feigned shedding a single tear. However, once the girl was about to start playing for real, the mask of utter idiocy on his face morphed into one of undivided attention and devouring curiosity. Despite his usual behavior, Darren could be quite focused when doing the things he loved.
For once, it involved playing music instead of punching people in the face. The young delinquent was showing some progress, even if his objective was to sing songs about punching people, eventually.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2018 16:12:04 GMT -4
She shook her head at his words. Perhaps all blondes were dumb, but in her eyes, he was just as gray and bleak as everything else in her world. "San-zan." she repeated, slowly, so he would hear the words. It was not Japanese as it was- ". . .This old Chinese guitar my dad has. He likes when I play it. Taught me a lot of songs from his old days." She would continue to play with the strings, before he would go on about how to tune it. She played nearly anything she could get her hands on. It was her habit, and some of the few things that seemed to give color to her world. If her eyes failed her, at least her ears would still be around. Before she could even give an answer, he would go on about music and time periods. Was he as stupid as he looked? He went on about some eighties rock and things of the like. He would go on to talk about how the genre never recovered, implying it was something that could have died off to begin with. "Pantera. Metalica. AC DC. Iron Maiden." She listed them off, stopping, as if there was no reason to tell him anything. But it was not the end, but a pause. "But most importantly . . . "She was done, completed with her task. She would begin to pluck and strum the bass guitar, only to close her eyes as she would see the world around her fill with color. She would begin to nod her head with her own beat, careful to keep pace and to not misplay. When she was done with her little bit, she would have him back his tool, only with a smile on her face. "The cure. We all need to know where we come from, but sometimes we need to know where we're going." She may have been in love with heavy metal, but the melodies of the world after all of the anger was released, that was the world she wanted to live in. It was the world she dreamed of. The one where there was colors. ~ 364 ~
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Post by Daimon Darren on Aug 4, 2018 22:04:08 GMT -4
The girl explained that it was a san-san and that it was a Chinese guitar. Darren answered with an “ooooh”. It was difficult to tell if he was mocking or genuinely interested. “Is your dad Chinese?” he asked dumbly with a matching smile.
When she lifted her favorite bands, Darren nodded. She started playing the intro to Just Like Heaven and informed him that it was the most important to her with a wistful quote. He nodded again. “So you’re into the heavy stuff. I don’t mind it, but I like classic rock better. I think my own dad influenced me.” He had a big grin at the mention of his dad. “He manages the big bands. I’m a very good friend to have if you like rock,” he added happily.
He shut up for a while and listened. Levi had that expression on her face, the expression that musicians get when they play something dear to them. Darren wasn’t much of a musician yet, but he was good at reading people. He let her finish the song in a rare display of respect.
“Nice,” he said. He had no other comment. Darren was at least perfectly aware of his total lack of knowledge. The knowledge he didn’t have, he compensated with borderless enthusiasm. “So, will you teach me? I think I more or less understand how you’re supposed to play, but I can’t get the strings down. Look.”
He grabbed back his bass, tried to press his G string at the second fret. He was grabbing the neck of the instrument like one would grab an axe, instead of putting his thumb behind the fretboard for greater leverage. It was a common beginner mistake.
“See? It super hard to keep them thick-ass strings down. How do you do it?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2018 13:46:44 GMT -4
Seki, Chinese? She had seen his face, but even so, it was not made out in a way she could ever tell. The bandages, the coverings, the scarves, the hoods... She never really knew. She couldn't even say if he was man or machine, but based on her own quirk and how often she used it on him, he was human. She knew that much. But the color of his skin was- "I think he just likes how it sounds." she would answer him. The song had finished, and she thought about the sounds of the music he preferred. Perhaps it was why she preferred The Cure, compared to most others. They had such a unique sound, but perhaps that was just want being gothic was. It was about being just a little different. As he snatched back his axe, she would watch him play notes only to fail. She did not play like most, having the base at her left. Looking at him, she could see he was at least holding it properly. Perhaps in her own strangeness, she had found an easy solution. "Well I play backwards because of that." she would tell him, unsure of the real answer for him. "Maybe your hands are just too much of a bitch to play right?" Levi would continue, her face showing actual concern, as if it wasn't an insult at all, but her conclusion. "Show me where you're putting your hand." She would say, leaning in a bit to see where his hand rested on the neck of the bass. She was going to figure this out. ~ 268 ~
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Post by Daimon Darren on Aug 14, 2018 23:03:12 GMT -4
Darren looked at the punk-goth-something-that-was-definitely-rock chick with big eyes when she said her dad just liked how it sounds and artfully dodged his question. He had a knack for noticing when people were hiding things, but he lacked the curiosity. In a parallel dimension in which Darren was a responsible and well-adjusted adult he was a detective; however, such a dimension resided firmly in the realm of fantasy.
He did not press her. He didn’t really care and was far more interested in learning how to play bass. To his question, she mentioned playing the instrument backward and then called his hands a bitch. It was a new insult, and Darren had heard and uttered his fair share of those in his sixteen years of existence. If anything, people tended to call his hands brutish and violent from the numerous bruises and overabundance of callus tissue on the knuckles, but not bitches. Darren cherished this reputation and defended it vehemently.
“Hey, my hands are not little bitches. Bet you can’t catch em,” he bragged and demonstrated by punching a random spot of empty air. It felt a little stupid. “But I guess they ain’t worth shit when it comes to playin' bass. Yet,” he quickly added.
Nonetheless, she seemed interested in helping him and Darren was interested in having her help him. She leaned over to check his hand position. Darren didn’t mind her leaning over to check his hand position at all. He had some sort of notion of the fact that she was sorta going out with Maxi, but even the full assurance of that fact wouldn’t have stopped the delinquent from mirin’ what could be mired when stealing a quick glance.
“I put it like this,” he showed her, grabbing the thing tightly with his thumb resting on top of the frets. “Do I just need to start to lift with my fingers?” he added in a tone that rested perfectly in the sweet spot where it sounded like another one of dumb questions just as much as it sounded like another one of his dumb jokes. With the amount of both he was getting out a minute, both were reasonable assumptions.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2018 15:17:33 GMT -4
There was a lot in her life she found she knew the minimum about. Perhaps she could ask more questions, but she didn't really care. It wasn't something useful to her. She didn't care about the small details about people. If it didn't better her skills or her life, what was the point of learning about it? School studies were an exception, as most would have their uses at random points later in life. Most of it was just practicing problem solving. As she ended her thought about the origins and stories of every simple thing in her life, the blonde in front of her would swipe and swing at the air in front of him. "Still makes them a bitch if they can't play... yet." she would say, dragging out the final word just as he did. Perhaps he would learn, or perhaps he wouldn't. She didn't really care that much about it. "Well, dumb question number one." She watched his hands and listened to his explanation, only to make her own guesses. While she knew how to play, the names and parts of the instrument were all new to her. She understood how to play, not how to teach. "When you play, are you feeling the music, or are you simply reciting the notes?"It was a weird question, sure. But to her, the answer would make all of the difference. ~ 233 ~
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Post by Daimon Darren on Aug 17, 2018 15:17:19 GMT -4
“One day, I’ll show you what these bitch hands can do,” he said in a tone that masterfully rested at the crossroads of menace, sexual innuendo and casual conversation.
For all his shit-talking, Darren’s brain was hard at work analyzing the person he was talking too. It was a naturally multi-tasking brain, and the people analysis department was working twenty-four hours a day, all week, all year.
The people analysis department got good compensation and vacation time ever since the Committee of Darren’s Brain took power a while ago. They tried to shut it down, but they realized that it couldn’t be shut down. Darren was stuck analyzing everyone he met all the time, as a result.
This one was a toughie. It was the type that seldom expressed things with their faces and bodies, and given that a good deal of communication was non-verbal, it made for a challenge. They only had words to work with. ‘Leviathan’ seemed intent on discrediting the hard work of his callused hands and to be the cloud-headed artistic type at first glance.
Nonetheless, Darren understood perfectly what she was talking about, or at least assumed that his interpretation of what she was talking about was the correct one.
“No, no, you gotta feel the rock n’ roll in your soul when you play, you can’t just play with your fingers, you have to play with your whole body. No, no; I know all that. It’s like fighting,” he started, and wouldn’t shut up for a while. “You gotta feel the rhythm of the punches with your body, it’s true what they say, it’s like a dance,” he philosophed with a lot of hand gestures.
“I’m tryna apply the same logic to music, I heard it was the good thing to do, that all the greats did it. I ain't like to overthink shit, I just do. It’s funnier and better, and you learn faster,” he nodded.
“It just so happens that I ain't seem to be playin’ just right yet. I mean, I guess it takes time, but I figure it goes better with some help. That’s why I set up the flyers n’ shit, but that’s not the only reason.” He had a beaming smile and a look of vastly unearned confidence on his face. “And I’m makin’ a band! I know a chick who plays guitar, bit of a punk but she has the right attitude. She's cool. You said you played some other shit? What else you play?”
In great contrast to Levi, Darren’s word box opened and closed constantly, filling the conversation with a constant stream of idiocies mixed with semi-legitimate thoughts, following in the footsteps of the great oral shitposters. A fellow rock n’ roll enthusiast could wonder why such an excitable guy picked the subdued role of a bassist instead of the screaming electrified notes of a lead guitarist.
Under all the bluster, in the same building as the people’s analysis department and working closely with them and all the other analysis departments in the building, the headquarters of Darren’s reasoning long ago decided that no one wanted to be the bassist and that if he wanted a school band, he was gonna have to take on the burden. He consoled himself with his plan to invoke the Sting Clause and claim a mic. Singing was something else in which he compensated his utter lack of ability with boundless fervor and passion.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2018 17:05:04 GMT -4
She didn't really intend to spend her day with the kid, but here she was anyways. Her music player would continue to play Metalica, blasting in her ears, but since she turned it down to tune the bass, it would not longer be heard by those around her. She could hear his works over the tunes of her music, only to find him over explaining his answer. All it was, was a simple yes or no. Maybe a bit of flavor, but he had gone above and beyond on explaining everything that went on. Man, Levi did not give a single shit. She stood there, listening to the twat give his speech on rock and roll and why it was this and that. If he was doing a good job, then his bitch ass should be able to play, but instead he just couldn't shut the fuck up. Sighing heavily, she would endure the boy's manner to make it about him, when it was only about music. She had lost all interest in the activity, having wanting to just give him a book on what he was doing wrong, because god knew he wasn't doing to right. "Dude." Levi began to tell him, "Why do you talk so fucking much? If your words were a drug, I would fucking OD on them. It's a hazard, man." God, she hated when people wouldn't stop talking. ~ 234 ~
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2018 12:09:34 GMT -4
Hello hello! I'll be grading your thread today! I'm still learning so I apologize if I make any mistakes! Taking the post count and word count of each member into account and the content of each post, this is what I determined the reward to be: Levi: 7 EXP Darren: 12 EXP Sad to see this is a dead thread but please enjoy your EXP!
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Post by Maya on Sept 19, 2018 12:33:18 GMT -4
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