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[taliaangeni]

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[div class=container][div class=textbox]In the kitchen, the other people were getting beer or whatever. Rawly was fixing himself a sandwich. The trip here had been long. He was hangry. Managing to get around the people examining the huge refrigerator, Rawly grabbed the mayo, something that looked like roast beef and pepper jack cheese. It was the real cheese too, not the cheese that comes in the plastic slips. After assembling the sandwich that now looked like a small mountain, Rawly walked to the back door - or actually the back wall of windows. It overlooked an enchanted landscape of trees, flowers, bushes and their big pool. Had he brought any bathing suits? Not really. Was he shy about skinny dipping? Not really. His family went to a few nude beaches. He knew the routine. This house, though, there were probably going to be no rules other than fighting. As he side-eyed the beer he really hoped there wasn't an alcoholic in the building. "Yo," he said with a mouthful. He took a good minute chewing and swallowing before repeating himself. "There's a pool too." With that he left the others inside as he stepped outside into what looked like their very own private pool. There was so much foliage around that Rawly hoped there would be lizards and shit running around the place. Still eating his sandwich he kicked off his shoes and walked barefoot to the pool. He was wearing some raggedy pants and loose shirt - all the more comfortable to travel in - as he sat and plopped his feet into the cold water. The hairs on his body sprung to attention alerting him of a change. This is how he'd spend every evening if he could. Eating a huge ass sandy, feet in the pool and looking at nature.

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[Winona]

Anastasia

She laid on the bed for another few moments, relishing in the comfort of the bed and not being in the stupid car. Ana heard Kai's footsteps as he came up the stairs and made his way over to one of the beds. He started speaking, and she perched herself up on the bed to look over at him, a sly smile crossing her face.

"Well for me, I can only like you all more because I already hate most of you." She was joking, of course, her voice having an upbeat lilt as Ana looked at Kai, her smile only widening at her joke. In all honesty, the idea that they could leave here hating each other scared the heck out of her. Like, what was Ana even supposed to do with her life without the band?

The idea left her feeling... lost. Concerned. Worried. So she hopped off of her bed, keeping the carefree attitude about her as she looked back at Kai and Lucien. "I'm heading downstairs to look around the rest of the place. Check out the competition and all that." She offered one last grin, and then started back down the stairs.

When she reached the bottom, Ana glanced around at the living room, the beautiful windows... and then her gaze landed on the kitchen, where she saw what seemed like most of Arcane gathered together. Ana knew that this was a competition, but surely it didn't hurt to just... introduce yourself, right? Introduce yourself and get a feel for the competition.

Her footsteps took her towards the kitchen, but she lingered at the threshold. "Hey, I'm Ana. You guys must be Arcane, right?" Of course she knew that they were, and of course Ana knew exactly who each of them was. But she didn't let in on any of that -- Ana couldn't let it be known that she practically had that little pamphlet memorized.​

 

[jasmyn]

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[div class=title]katherine | assistant manager of arcane | outfit [/div] [div class=quote][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Katherine flashed a grin when Zack offered a hug, rolling her eyes before sliding off of the counter she'd been sitting on and giving in. She wrapped her arms around him and laughed as he practically smothered her in the hug. After pulling out of the embrace she walked around him and towards the pantry area, still in search of more drinks. She heard Rawly mention a pool which was perfect because she needed to break in her new bikini and sip on something tropical while she did so. "Found it!" she announced as she found a secret compartment in the pantry that held all sorts of liquor bottles along with a small wine rack with different types of wine stashed away. She pulled a bottle out and held it up for everyone in the area to see. "Pick your poison, darlings." she said with a mischievous grin before walking away from the cabinet with the bottle she'd decided on. Patron. She found some cups and shot glasses on one of the counters and poured herself a shot, offering one to whoever else wanted it. Just as she knocked her shot back, Anastasia entered the room and although the girl seemed friendly enough, something didn't sit right with Kat. She shook the thought and flashed a smile. "Kat. Nice to meet you," although she wasn't sure she meant it or not, "Shot?" she asked, motioning to one of the full shot glasses on the counter in front of her. [/div][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll3]interactions; zack. ana. rawly. delilah. sadie. milly. | tags; cremenebula Winona taliaangeni MadiRaiCat apolla The Fluffiest Floof [/div][/div][/div][/div]

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[PoundCake]

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[div class=container][div class=textbox] Current Outfit: xxx Kai playfully stuck his tongue out at Ana’s snarky little comment, and then grinned as she walked away, saying she was going to check out the competition. That was probably a good idea. He could hear a small group gathering downstairs. It was probably better to just go ahead and get the awkward opening small talk over with. Maybe they’d have a few days to just kick it and get to know each other before the competition got too fierce. Or maybe that was a bad idea? He really didn’t know how this was all supposed to work, but he was sure these reality show producers had some shady stuff in mind. His two older sisters loved to watch reality tv - girls pulling each other’s hair and dudes gettin’ knocked out over petty stuff. Drama. And his mission was to stay outta all of it… which required him to remain sober and to watch his back…. And to do his best to watch out for his homies. Kai looked to Lucien and Simon, “I guess I’ll go down and see what’s up too.” He hopped off of the bed and slowly headed for the stairs, hands in his hoodie pocket. When he reached the middle of the stairs, Kai looked around at the small group of folks that had gathered between the kitchen and living room. Besides Milly and his friends, he couldn’t put names to faces just yet. It looked like everyone was being cordial so far. Shot glasses and drinks were going around and Khyree bit his lip, a small tinge of anxiety setting in. Of course there would be alcohol here. Why would he think there wouldn’t be in this house full of 20-something-year-old musicians? This was definitely gonna be a testing ground for him. He had a weakness, and nobody, besides his bandmates, needed to know that. He took a calming breath, reminding himself that he now had control over his addictions thanks to months and months of rehab. No need to freak out. He was fine. “You’re fine,” He said to himself under his breath, before coming down the last few steps. He rubbed, subconsciously, at the the tattoo across his wrist. “Uhhh…hey everybody,” he gave a small shy smirk with an awkward wave of his hand, to nobody in particular, before sticking them in his pockets. He then walked down further into the living room, catching eyes with Milly and waving again at her specifically. She looked great! Seemed like her and Zack had reconnected already.

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[spookie]

Lucien Wynters
"I'm not o-fucking-kay."​

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with: pretty much everyone

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Lucien nodded whenever someone spoke to him, but his mind was elsewhere. The pressure of appearing perfect on camera was already beginning to eat away at his false bravado, but he didn't dare let it show. As the lead singer and face of Misery Militia, he had to be absolutely perfect. His bandmates were counting on him for this.

Hiding in corners had become quite the hobby for Lucien, but he knew it wouldn't win him many fans. And so, with a quiet but determined sigh, he stood and followed his bandmates downstairs.

The emo boy offered Kai a reassuring glance at first, but followed his line of vision to the beer and internally cringed before smirking ever so slightly. Lucien hated alcohol and was not a drinker, but it appeared the enemy did not share his convictions and this suited him just fine.

Drunk completion was stupid and easily manipulated competition. As long as they overindulged, it wouldn't be hard to take advantage of their intoxicated state.

Hmm.

He'd have to study them further and learn their individual weaknesses, but it was a start.

Flipping his hair and giving them all an apathetic look, Lucien breezed into the kitchen and swiftly removed an energy drink from the fridge. Cracking it open, he took a sip before addressing the others.

"So this is what we're up against, hm?" His tone was a touch sarcastic, as though daring the competition to respond.

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[no-eyed-girl]

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Simon opened an eye and glanced up at Kai at the sound of his voice.

“I might as well come with,” he sighed, getting up from his bed. Shutting himself away and being antisocial didn’t help him or anyone else. As annoying as the whole “reality tv” thing sounded, this was a crazy opportunity for the band, so he felt like he owed it to the others to at least try to avoid making Misery Militia look bad by acting like a douche.

Besides, Arcane, competition or not, was a group of music lovers like him, so he figured it might be worth getting to know them a little. Maybe. So, steeling himself for the incoming of new names and faces he’d have to memorize, he proceeded downstairs to the kitchen where it seemed everyone else had gathered.

Falling back behind his bandmates a little, Simon took the opportunity to assess the situation. Zack was currently hugging it out with his weird friend(Mary? Molly? Something like that)while Ana and a group of girls he vaguely recognized from the pamphlet were socializing amiably over a variety of drinks. Drinks...

Oh, hell yeah. He could work with this. Simon was a firm believer that nothing breaks the ice quite like a little booze.

Except maybe pot, but he was a good boy who knew nothing about that, no sir.

“Quite the setup we’ve got here. Don’t mind if I do...” He weaved past the crowd in the kitchen to grab himself a bottle of beer before cracking it open with his teeth.

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[apolla]

"Somebody mixed my medicine; I don't know what I'm on"

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SADIE:

Deciding against a beer, Sadie stepped back from the fridge and bumped it shut with her hip, turning to face the rest of the people in the kitchen. It seemed that the other band- as well as members of her own- had finally thought about introducing themselves to the others. Kat pulled herself up on the counter, offering a small greeting to one of the other band members who returned it with gusto and a nickname that caused Sadie to raise her brow.

"Kit-Kat?" Sadie called towards the brunette on the counter, just as Lilah made her way into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. "I suppose so." She responded to the girl, though she made no move to do so herself. Rawly made himself at home, making a sandwich and then heading out to the pool. Despite his outward, hippie appearance- Sadie had to admit that she liked his spirit.

A blonde entered the kitchen, and Sadie instantly didn't like her energy. She thought she knew Kat well enough to think she thought the same, but at least the brunette responded to Ana. Spotting the Patron shots being poured, Sadie stepped forward and grabbed a shot glass, lifting it up to the rest of the group. "Mercedes." She met each of their gazes before downing the shot, slamming the tiny glass back on the counter afterwards.

"Sadie, usually." She spotted someone else enter the kitchen, someone who seemed a little nervous. A shot would help with that, but she wasn't one to judge. When the rival singer entered the room, Sadie had to do a double take. She spun slowly to stare at him as he grabbed an energy drink, missing the entrance of the next person from the other band in the kitchen.

"Lucy?"

Spoiler: Current Outfit

Tags: Lilah ( MadiRaiCat ); Kat ( jasmyn ); Rawly ( taliaangeni ); Zack ( cremenebula ); Ana ( Winona ); Kai ( PoundCake ); Simon ( no-eyed-girl ); LUCY ( spookie )

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Milly Crane

Milly, flying towards Zack, was soon caught and swirled around. She loved it, Zack oftenly did that when they saw and he knew how much she enjoyed it. When she was set down, now snuggled against him, he started to greet the others and introduce himself to them. Milly was currently satisfied with her position and, unbelievably enough, was quiet. She simply enjoyed being hugged against her best friend for the time being while the others socialized. She did notice that some of them found shots, but the guitarist had no interest in taking any.
When the rest of Misery Milita came downstairs, she nodded at those that she knew. Which was most of them. There was a new person however, she recognized him but they had never really talked.

After a while, when most of them had moved to the drinks, Milly let go of Zack. Looking outside, she spotted the pool. The pool she had been so hyped about. And that hype immediatly returned. "Ohhhh!", she exclaimed and pointed outside. "Right! THe pool! We should totally have a pool party, have barbeque and just have a nice first day! The weather is great for it too!" Before anybody could reply, Milly had bolted up the stairs. Of course, she didn´t wear a swimsuit or bikini beneath her normal clothes. And obviously she wasn´t going to jump into the pool with what she was wearing now. But that only meant she had to change into some bathing attire. Which took her no longer than a minute. She was impressively fast with going through her luggage and changing her clothes.

Once she had changed, now wearing an oversized tshirt, that she acquired by questionable means from a member of the other band that won´t be mentioned specifically, beneath which she was wearing a bikini, she grabbed a towel and rushed downstairs again. Basically flying past the others, Milly then headed outside. The pool chairs were enough for everyone and so she put her towel on one at random. Not even bothering to take off the shirt, she dived into the water head first, disappearing for a few seconds, before her head appeared over the surface. "The water´s great! You guys should come in!"

 

[Winona]

Anastasia

Her gaze settled on the wine bottle and the shot glasses, and all Ana could think was that being drunk or even just a little tipsy right now would be great. She was sore, but jittery, and maybe a little bit of alcohol would help to calm her nerves. Relax her. Help to make the rest of the day with the other band go by nice and fast, but then her band started piling down the stairs. She glanced over her shoulder at Kai, and groaned internally. There was no way that she could drink around all these other people and leave Kai as the only sober one. Or, well, one of the only ones since Lucien would just get drunk off of energy drinks.

She stepped back to stand beside Kai, giving him a bright smile, and then looked back at the others as Lucien tossed out some snarky remark, only for Sadie to call Lucien by the one thing that you did not call Lucien unless you wanted him to, like, cast a curse on your soul or something. It seemed like something Lucien was totally capable of.

Ana let out a small snort of laughter, but managed to stay calm before bursting out laughing. And some of that was driven away by the sudden shrill voice of Milly. That voice that was like nails dragging across chalkboard. It was piercing and loud and Ana found herself wincing from it as she glared over at the other girl, suggesting a pool party or something. Please. Ana wasn't here to make friends, especially if the other band was anything like Milly. She might die if she had to.

Milly was gone, running up the stairs, and Ana couldn't have been happier to have that little twerp gone. She stepped away from Kai, heading deeper into the kitchen -- into enemy territory, she slipped past Simon and Lucien to also hit the refrigerator. Even if alcohol was currently not an option, she was still thirsty, and it was like this place had everything.

She popped the fridge open, and bingo. Ana grabbed a can of Pepsi out of the fridge and let it fall shut as she leaned against the counter next to the fridge. For now, Ana was content to just pop over the top of her Pepsi and sit back, watching her friends interact with the other band. It gave her a chance to get a feel for what kind of people they were, without having to talk. Ana didn't exactly like large crowds of mostly strangers, especially ones that felt hostile.

@ all of you I guess​

 

[jasmyn]

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[div class=title]katherine | assistant manager of arcane | outfit [/div] [div class=quote][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Katherine made a face when the girl ignored her offer of a shot. She could tell already that the two of them weren't going to get along. She took the shot that was meant for Ana and put the glass down on the table just as Milly announced her suggestion for a pool party of sorts. Kat would use any excuse possible to show off her new bikini. She groaned at how quickly Milly moved but made her way back to the room as well, digging around in her suit case for her new sequin bathing suit she'd picked just for the occasion. After looking over herself in the mirror she pulled her long hair into a high ponytail and bounced back down the stairs. "I'll join, but I need a drink first." she shrugged, pouring a malibu and pineapple with a lot more alcohol than juice. Why not get a little drunk and enjoy this beautiful home? She waltzed out to the pool ad slid off the concrete, careful not to spill her drink as she dipped into the cool water. Taking a sip from her drink as she hung off the edge of the pool she nodded in agreement with Milly. "Come on, you know you wanna!" she directed at Rawly with a laugh as he continued to munch on his sandwich. [/div][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll3]interactions; everyone within earshot. | tags; everyone? [/div][/div][/div][/div]

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[MadiRaiCat]

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interactions: Kat ( jasmyn ), Rawly ( taliaangeni ), Ana ( Winona )

mentions: Lucien ( spookie ), Milly ( The Fluffiest Floof )
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[div class=name]Delilah Meadows[/div]
[div class=role]Keyboardist, Arcane[/div]
[div class=textcontainer][div class=textbox]Delilah glanced over at Rawly as he made something to eat, secretly admiring his ability to stack bread, meats, cheeses, and condiments in near perfection. Her stomach grumbled a bit, signalling to her that she was probably a bit hungry too. But Delilah didn't really feel like making anything, and settled for a banana from a nearby fruit bowl instead. At the mention of a pool, Lilah glanced out the window above the sink over her shoulder at the glistening water. She briefly wondered why a house this close to the ocean also needed a pool, but decided not to ask any questions. She already knew what the answer would be: rich people.

Before the aqua-haired keyboardist could comment on the pool, a new voice had entered the kitchen. It belonged to a blonde woman who's aura kind of reminded her of Kat. "Yeah, we're Arcane. I'm Lilah, the keyboardist," she answered nonchalantly, tossing the banana peel from her snack into the garbage bin. Her beer bottle followed soon after, having been emptied rather quickly. Delilah certainly wasn't an alcoholic. She didn't rely on it to get through her daily life. But she did enjoy having a drink to relax and de-stress.

"Great find, Kat," Delilah said with a small grin as the hidden liquor cabinet popped into view. The keyboardist crossed over to the cabinet, assessing its contents for something that would suit her fancy. Deciding on a bottle of gin, Lilah mixed herself a mint gin fizz and returned to the main portion of the kitchen to chat with the others. One of the other band's members seemed to taunt them, potentially attempting to instigate some sort of argument. But Delilah couldn't care less about some stupid faux rivalry.

Milly appeared with delayed excitement for the pool. Delilah rolled her eyes, still unsure at what the point of a pool that close to the ocean would be. Nevertheless, the majority of her band moved towards the pool with renewed enthusiasm. Not really a fan of swimming, Lilah found a lounge chair not too far from the pool. She was tempted to light up a cigarette or even a blunt, but decided against it, not wanting to hear complaints from the non-smokers of the group. Instead, Delilah lounged in the sun while drinking her homemade cocktail.
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Delilah glanced over at Rawly as he made something to eat, secretly admiring his ability to stack bread, meats, cheeses, and condiments in near perfection. Her stomach grumbled a bit, signalling to her that she was probably a bit hungry too. But Delilah didn't really feel like making anything, and settled for a banana from a nearby fruit bowl instead. At the mention of a pool, Lilah glanced out the window above the sink over her shoulder at the glistening water. She briefly wondered why a house this close to the ocean also needed a pool, but decided not to ask any questions. She already knew what the answer would be: rich people.

Before the aqua-haired keyboardist could comment on the pool, a new voice had entered the kitchen. It belonged to a blonde woman who's aura kind of reminded her of Kat. "Yeah, we're Arcane. I'm Lilah, the keyboardist," she answered nonchalantly, tossing the banana peel from her snack into the garbage bin. Her beer bottle followed soon after, having been emptied rather quickly. Delilah certainly wasn't an alcoholic. She didn't rely on it to get through her daily life. But she did enjoy having a drink to relax and de-stress.

"Great find, Kat," Delilah said with a small grin as the hidden liquor cabinet popped into view. The keyboardist crossed over to the cabinet, assessing its contents for something that would suit her fancy. Deciding on a bottle of gin, Lilah mixed herself a mint gin fizz and returned to the main portion of the kitchen to chat with the others. One of the other band's members seemed to taunt them, potentially attempting to instigate some sort of argument. But Delilah couldn't care less about some stupid faux rivalry.

Milly appeared with delayed excitement for the pool. Delilah rolled her eyes, still unsure at what the point of a pool that close to the ocean would be. Nevertheless, the majority of her band moved towards the pool with renewed enthusiasm. Not really a fan of swimming, Lilah found a lounge chair not too far from the pool. She was tempted to light up a cigarette or even a blunt, but decided against it, not wanting to hear complaints from the non-smokers of the group. Instead, Delilah lounged in the sun while drinking her homemade cocktail.

 

[spookie]

Lucien Wynters
"I'm not o-fucking-kay."​

location: kitchen/living room

with: pretty much everyone

tags: everyone, apolla

outfit: see picture for now

For a moment, everything had been normal... well, as normal as being on reality TV while competing against another band could be, anyway.

But all that changed in a heartbeat.

Lucien hadn't been paying much attention to the members of the rival group, studying their habits in-depth was an effort that would require at least two cans of monster to perform. Getting a full night's sleep was so not emo, after all.

The raven-haired boy was planning to stir up a tiny bit of drama just to gauge reactions, but those plans came to a screeching halt when he saw the competition's lead singer. Sadie. His closest childhood friend. Could it really be?

Her next word confirmed it. Lucien's heterochromatic eyes widened first with shock, and then anger. How dare she reveal his humiliating nickname on live TV?!

"It's Lucien, actually. Remember my name, it'll be on the winner's certificate soon enough." His words were cold and measured, less taunting and more harsh than they had been earlier.

While he wasn't usually the type to be so arrogant, what his former friend had said went too far. Nothing pissed off Lucien like that one little nickname. Really, it was a great way to get murdered.

He paid no attention to Milly or whoever may have followed her, instead choosing to silently glare at anything and everything in his line of vision. Being on TV was likely the saving grace of everyone around him, as despite his rage Lucien wasn't about to risk ruining anything for his bandmates.

No matter what, he was going to make sure they won this... even if it did mean letting Sadie all but get away with her mockery.

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[apolla]

"Somebody mixed my medicine; I don't know what I'm on"

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SADIE:

In retrospect, or had she been less shocked to see his face, she probably shouldn't and/or wouldn't have called Lucien by the childhood nickname that she knew he hated. She used to tease him with it, but that was years ago. Back when they were friends. Which, based on his cold and calculated response, was far from what they were now. For a second, she felt her heart squeeze as though it were trapped in a vice. She hadn't expected to see him, but she also hadn't expected his coldness.

An 'I'm sorry' was on the tip of her tongue, but the doorbell rang before she could get the words out. Remembering where she was, who she was surrounded by, and why she was here- the apology died before it could even be voiced. From her position against the counter, she forced herself to look at the others, but it didn't look like anyone was going to move towards the door.

"I'll get it." She snapped, pushing herself off the counter and stalking towards the door. She needed the moment of air, anyway.

Opening the door, she was shocked to find that no one was there. She looked around, and then down, only to find a perfectly wrapped giftbox sitting on the stoop. Quirking a brow at it, she hesitated before reaching down to grab it. It was lightweight, and when she shook it, she couldn't feel anything. Turning around, she let the door shut behind her as she headed back into the kitchen.

"Someone either wants to blow us up, or give us a present." She showed the gift off to the others in the kitchen, and then crossed to stand at the doorway leading outside. "Hey, fuckers! Listen up." She lifted the lid off the box, moving aside the tissue paper to find two pictures, and a note. She set the box down on a nearby shelf and studied the pictures. "It's us." She muttered, then realized no one would know what she meant.

Handing off the pictures to whoever was nearest her, she explained. "Each of our bands at a concert. Performing." She still had the note in her hands, so she looked back down and started to read:

"Welcome to I'm [Not] With The Band, Arcane and Misery Militia!

We hope that you've found the house to your liking.
By now, I'm sure you've met your competition.
Your first challenge begins tomorrow.
Each band must pick an original song by the
opposite band, and get ready to perform it.
Be ready at ten AM.

Enjoy yourselves!"​

All Sadie could do was stare at the note.

Spoiler: Current Outfit

Tags: Lilah ( MadiRaiCat ); Kat ( jasmyn ); Rawly ( taliaangeni ); Zack ( cremenebula ); Ana ( Winona ); Kai ( PoundCake ); Simon ( no-eyed-girl ); LUCY ( spookie ); Milly ( The Fluffiest Floof )

 

[taliaangeni]

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[div class=container][div class=textbox]Rawly was enjoying his sandwich and the peace and quiet when MIlly's loud mouth ran outside and ruined it. A few others joined them outside by the time he was finished eating. At Kat's invitation, Rawly would have gotten rid of his shirt and jumped into the pool but, even though the distance, he heard Sadie. "Dudes," Rawly shouted over the others. "We have mail." Without waiting he returned inside to listen to Sadie. Cover a song? Easy-peasy. Arcane would be able to do this in their sleep. With a confident grin Rawly turned to his other band members, "We got this guys." Looking at the other band, "No offense."

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[jasmyn]

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[div class=title]katherine | assistant manager of arcane | outfit [/div] [div class=quote][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Katherine had only been in the cool water for a few minutes when Sadie shouted something in the distance. She hadn't been able to understand what it was but thankfully Rawly repeated the information. Mail? On a reality show? Great. Kat had seen enough of these shows to know it meant a challenge of some sort was coming and as Sadie read the paper it made her relieved she wasn't a performer. Sadly, that didn't put her in the clear as she still had her own work to do in order to get the band ready. In all honesty, she had come here mostly for the free vacation and to party but she did want to win so she would have to do her job instead of slacking off by the pool the whole time. Did that mean fun time was over already? She'd only just begun to break in her newest bikini. She didn't say a word, instead drinking her mixed drink to the last bit. "Well, can we do that in the pool?" she groaned, annoyed that this put a damper in their relaxation plans a bit. Everyone seemed nervous or confused and she probably would be too if she actually had to perform a rival band's song. She pushed the cup back away from the pool and let go of the edge, waiting to see what the others would have to say. "Big deal. We pick a song and you guys perform it better than ever do. Easy peasy, right?" she grinned, talking to her own friends but also partially teasing the members of Misery Militia. [/div][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll3]interactions; everyone within earshot. | tags; everyone? [/div][/div][/div][/div]

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[Winona]

Anastasia

Ana listened as Sadie rattled off the first challenge. Perform one of the other band's songs.

That in general wouldn't have been an issue. It was just... taking lyrics and making Lucien sing it, right? The issue was that they had to have a killer performance done by ten am tomorrow, and half of the day had already been wasted away in the stupid airplane and on the stupid van. This meant that they had even less time to pick a song and start practicing.

Fuck.

"Well," Anastasia finally spoke, pushing away from the counter that she had been leaned against. "C'mon, boys. This song isn't going to perform itself." Was she scared? No -- there was no way that stupid Arcane could perform one of their songs and make it sound good. However, that didn't mean Anastasia was willing to let the band skate through this easily.​

 

[no-eyed-girl]

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keyboardist
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[div class=name]simon rhodes

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Simon snickered, choking a little on his drink when he heard Lucien’s little nickname. He was even more amused when he saw how mad it made him. He didn’t say anything, but he was totally keeping this in mind for whenever Lucien got on his nerves next. Maybe the next time Welcome to the Black Parade comes on...

But alas, any thoughts of plans to rib Lucien were suddenly interrupted when the short haired gal from the other band loudly suggested that they all take a dip in the pool. ‘Yeah, what’s a reality tv show without the conventionally attractive contestants having some kind of sexy pool party?’ Simon cynically thought. 'That's how you get the ratings.' Snarky thoughts aside though, he was still hot and sweaty from that long drive, and the crystal blue water of the pool outside did look tempting...

But before he could take a step out of the kitchen, the doorbell rang. The lead singer of the other band went to go get it and returned with their first challenge: to perform a song from the other band at 10 AM the following day.

So much for the booze. His sound always went to shit when he was drunk. He sighed and set his beer bottle on the counter with a clatter.

“What a warm welcome. Not even giving us time to finish our drinks before putting us to work,” he muttered.

Even while complaining, inside Simon was secretly a little excited. Sure, maybe they had to cover the other band’s shitty music(not that he had actually listened to it, but it was probably shitty), but there was nothing he loved more than letting loose on the keys. This was his element, not whatever reality tv shenanigans he had been dreading. He cracked his knuckles.

“Whatever. I’m ready to go when you guys are.”

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[MadiRaiCat]

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interactions: Kat ( jasmyn ), Sadie ( apolla ), Rest of Arcane

mentions: Simon ( no-eyed-girl ), Rest of Military Militia
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[div class=name]Delilah Meadows[/div]
[div class=role]Keyboardist, Arcane[/div]
[div class=textcontainer][div class=textbox]Delilah sat up in her chair a little straighter as she listened to the repeat of the first challenge. Play the other band's song? That wouldn't be too hard. She'd have to listen to it a few time to get the notes right, but it wouldn't be so bad. The harder part of the challenge would be making it there own, something that had the flair and personality of a normal Arcane song and not one made by Military Militia. Delilah threw back the rest of her cocktail, sitting the glass on a nearby table. The keyboardist decided against caring what the others thought and pulled out a cigarette, lighting the cancer stick between her lips. With a deep inhale, she blew the smoke out above her head, watching it rise away from the group quickly.

"I agree with Kat," Delilah said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. She wasn't saying that to seeing cocky or annoy the other band. She just actually believed it. "We pick a song, listen to it a few times, practice it a few times, and we'll be good to go." Delilah glanced through the door into the kitchen, wondering which person was Military Militia's keyboardist. She was fairly interested in what they would do with the keyboard tracks Delilah wrote for the songs as she was a classically trained pianist. Due to that, a lot of her songwriting had classic elements and techniques that she took and manipulated in ways that made them unique. It allowed her to fit her training to the style of music she loved playing. She ashed in her empty cup before taking another drag from the cigarette.
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Spoiler: Mobile Friendly

Delilah sat up in her chair a little straighter as she listened to the repeat of the first challenge. Play the other band's song? That wouldn't be too hard. She'd have to listen to it a few time to get the notes right, but it wouldn't be so bad. The harder part of the challenge would be making it there own, something that had the flair and personality of a normal Arcane song and not one made by Military Militia. Delilah threw back the rest of her cocktail, sitting the glass on a nearby table. The keyboardist decided against caring what the others thought and pulled out a cigarette, lighting the cancer stick between her lips. With a deep inhale, she blew the smoke out above her head, watching it rise away from the group quickly.

"I agree with Kat," Delilah said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. She wasn't saying that to seeing cocky or annoy the other band. She just actually believed it. "We pick a song, listen to it a few times, practice it a few times, and we'll be good to go." Delilah glanced through the door into the kitchen, wondering which person was Military Militia's keyboardist. She was fairly interested in what they would do with the keyboard tracks Delilah wrote for the songs as she was a classically trained pianist. Due to that, a lot of her songwriting had classic elements and techniques that she took and manipulated in ways that made them unique. It allowed her to fit her training to the style of music she loved playing. She ashed in her empty cup before taking another drag from the cigarette.

 

[cremenebula]

Everyone looked like they were really getting comfortable around here, huh? Milly had run off to the pool like a stray bullet-- quick as lightning. Kat, after receiving a kiss on the side of the head by Zack, wandered off to the kitchen, and everyone else in Arcane seemed to have the same thought. Booze and lunch sounded good, but Zack was still a bit tired from the trip.

This was going to be home though, right? He could afford to unwind for a little bit. Maybe he'd head to the pool too. But it was probably best that he finally got to throw his clothing upstairs. It looked like everyone had already claimed their places, which was fine in his eyes, but it was probably best to not have all of his luggage sitting around in the main living space. Put these things away, grab a beer, and then maybe try to check out the nearby beach. That sounded like a fun plan.

And that was what ran through his mind just before the doorbell rang.

Turning to face the door, Zack waited until it was answered by Sadie before following her over and standing just behind her. Looking at the note as she read, Zack followed along. Oh, so they would be performing already, huh? Good. Things really needed a little more spicing up, right?

He did give a chuckle at Rawly's teasing comment, rolling his eyes as he swiped the note from Sadie. "Fat chance." He said, shaking his head. "Haven't heard Misery Militia before, have ya? Livin' under a rock? We're the best! And--" He gave a shrug. "It's not like your songs are all that hard to copy." Ah, a little teasing back of his own.​

 

[PoundCake]

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[div class=container][div class=textbox] Current Outfit: xxx "Oooooh! Buuuurrn!" Kai innocently co-signed Zack's response to the competitions cocky remarks. He probably sounded childish and corny, but he couldn't think of anything better to say. Truth was, this whole being on TV thing still had him on edge. And he hated conflict. Honestly, a drink would take the edge off... or a smoke? The strong smell of nicotine filled his nostrils and he looked over at the girl lounged out by the pool blowing cigarette smoke into the air. Nice. He silently prayed he was strong enough for all of this. He'd ask her to put it out, but he wasn't gonna be the lame or put himself out there like that. Besides, who was he to ask everybody to stop doing them just because he had a weakness. Kai walked out towards the pool area, leaning against the door frame, doing his best to ignore the smoke. According to the letter they'd just received, looked like this could be the last day for pleasantries between bands really... before things got ugly. Which was too bad, because Arcane seemed decent enough so far. Although, Kai wondered about their lead singer who'd just called Lucien 'Lucy' on national television... and lived to tell about it. He didn't know whether to commend Lucien for not losing his temper or give the girl a medal for having the guts to do it! Besides all of that, Kai just wanted to be mister nice guy for the rest of the night. He'd have to deal with the competitive stuff later for the sake of the band, but for now, he was down for a good time in the pool. He NEEDED a good time in the pool. No drugs? No alcohol? Yeah, something had to give, or he was gonna crack. "C'mon Ana, Simon... We can practice first thing tomorrow morning, right? Can't we just kick it tonight?" He gestured toward the pool.

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[jasmyn]

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[div class=title]katherine | assistant manager of arcane | outfit [/div] [div class=quote][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Katherine had honestly zoned out from the conversation about this challenge they were being forced into. She'd almost forgotten what the point of the show was. Couldn't it just be a fun vacation? Ugh. She took another sip from her drink before finally going under the water, coming back up seconds later and pushing her wet hair out of her face. "Aw, Zacky. That hurt," she teased him with a wink. "I must agree with drummer boy over there. Take a chill pill and have some fun," Kat said as she floated at the edge of the pool. "What good is staying in this beautiful house if we don't get to enjoy it?" she added, a shrug following her words. It was true though. She pulled herself out of the pool from the edge and walked towards the gate which was a direct access point to the beach, a trail of water following her the whole way. "Let's check out the beach. I could use a few new shells for my collection," she grinned as she pushed the gate open and spun around to face the others, wondering who might take her up on her offer and actually do something other than sitting around the house and talk about who was the better band. It was obviously Arcane anyway, but that was beside the point. [/div][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll3]interactions; everyone within earshot. | tags; everyone? [/div][/div][/div][/div]

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Lucien Wynters
"I'm not o-fucking-kay."​

location: kitchen/pool area

with: pretty much everyone

tags: everyone in earshot, apolla

outfit: see picture for now

Lucien was still burning with rage over the use of his most hated nickname, but seeking revenge on Sadie and the Sharpie scrawl she called eyeliner was no longer his priority. Misery Militia was going to have to cover a song by Arcane... but more importantly, their competition was likely going to botch the hell out of his heartfelt lyrics. Not that Lucien minded that aspect too much, however.

He cringed a bit at Kai's middle school worthy attempt at a comeback, but tried not to let it show.

"I'm really not worried, considering the style of our music," Lucien said coolly to anyone within earshot. "Once, years ago, I tried to teach Sadie how to scream... and the neighbors came pounding on our door a minute later asking if someone had assaulted my ninety year old grandmother." Shooting a smug look in her direction, the emo boy shrugged. "Not to brag, but we got this."

Feigning a casual yawn to prove just how unbothered he was, Lucien continued to sip his can of Monster as his mind ran over their situation for the thousandth time. He was rather annoyed that some of his bandmates cared more about partying tonight than fully devoting themselves to practice, but he also didn't want to argue with them on TV and risk appearing weaker for it.

Ugh, so many balancing acts.

"Take it easy tonight if you must," he said with a faint sigh, "but don't overdo it. Our music comes first."

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[apolla]

"Somebody mixed my medicine; I don't know what I'm on"

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SADIE:

The truth was, Sadie knew alot of Misery Militia's work, even if she wouldn't admit it to anyone. She'd made a mistake here by thinking that Lucien was still her friend, or even on her side at all. They'd lost contact years ago, but it was impossible for Sadie to not have known he made it big. Seeing his face plastered all over the tabloids and on TV, she'd given their music a listen. And she'd liked it. But much as she may want to have good times with Lucien like they used to, he was making it clear that wasn't going to happen.

Dropping the hand holding the note down as Lucien told his little story, she pushed herself off the doorframe and approached the shorter male. "Have you told any of your friends how you used to beg me to do your eyeliner for you?" She asked, her voice deceptively sweet. "Or how you used to borrow my black pants when youre were ruined by your parents?" Of course, she'd always been taller, so he'd had to account for that.

Her voice dropped even lower. "Watch your back, Luc." Turning to face everyone else, his band included, she looked at them all. "No where in the note did it say we had to make it sound like the original." Leaving it at that, she snatched up a bottle of rum from the cabinet and headed outside. "I need a fucking drink." Muttering to herself, she plopped down on the edge of the pool, kicking off her shoes as she unscrewed the top to the rum.

Taking a swig, she glanced around at the others. "So, a happy family bbq, huh?"

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Tags: Lilah ( MadiRaiCat ); Kat ( jasmyn ); Rawly ( taliaangeni ); Zack ( cremenebula ); Ana ( Winona ); Kai ( PoundCake ); Simon ( no-eyed-girl ); LUCY ( spookie ); Milly ( The Fluffiest Floof )

 

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[div class=role]Keyboardist, Arcane[/div]
[div class=textcontainer][div class=textbox]Delilah didn't really understand the harsh words that were thrown back and forth between bands. Sure, this was a competition and they were to battle it out against one another. But was there really any need for the animosity? They were all musicians, people from the same career field and of the same passion. They were all artists and, at least in her experience, artists tended to respect one another. But maybe because of the reality show and the prize on the line, the tensions were high enough to disregard that. Lilah took one last inhale from the cigarette before dropping the butt into her glass, letting it burn out in the remaining liquid from her cocktail.

Hearing Kat's words, Delilah swung her legs over the side of the chair and pushed herself up, standing. "I think a trip to the beach sounds great," she replied before adding, "I'm going to go change." With that, the keyboardist disappeared into the house and upstairs, grabbing a few items from her suitcase before slipping into a nearby bathroom. When Lilah emerged, she looked much less like a punk rock princess and much more like a blue-haired Malibu Barbie, with her white bikini and multi-colored wrap skirt as well as her hair piled into a bun on top of her head. Delilah descended the stairs once again, pausing at the edge of the pool where Sadie sat. "Come on, girl. Let's go flaunt what we got and check out the beach."
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Delilah didn't really understand the harsh words that were thrown back and forth between bands. Sure, this was a competition and they were to battle it out against one another. But was there really any need for the animosity? They were all musicians, people from the same career field and of the same passion. They were all artists and, at least in her experience, artists tended to respect one another. But maybe because of the reality show and the prize on the line, the tensions were high enough to disregard that. Lilah took one last inhale from the cigarette before dropping the butt into her glass, letting it burn out in the remaining liquid from her cocktail.

Hearing Kat's words, Delilah swung her legs over the side of the chair and pushed herself up, standing. "I think a trip to the beach sounds great," she replied before adding, "I'm going to go change." With that, the keyboardist disappeared into the house and upstairs, grabbing a few items from her suitcase before slipping into a nearby bathroom. When Lilah emerged, she looked much less like a punk rock princess and much more like a blue-haired Malibu Barbie, with her white bikini and multi-colored wrap skirt as well as her hair piled into a bun on top of her head. Delilah descended the stairs once again, pausing at the edge of the pool where Sadie sat. "Come on, girl. Let's go flaunt what we got and check out the beach."