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Post by Patch Kimball (aka DJ Fluff) on Aug 18, 2009 8:43:59 GMT -5
OOC: if you're friends with Patch and you want to come over for boys' lunch, feel free to assume you got invited. Mmkay?
BIC:
Ideally his posse would have been allowed to eat pizza downstairs, in his bedroom, at the same time as playing video games, but of course his parents seemed to strenuously disapprove of that idea and insisted that all food be eaten at the table. Perhaps if there had been fewer boys, or less history of finding stale pizza crusts and bowls with months old popcorn stuck to the bottom, they would have relented, but they remained adamant in spite of the pleading from the starving young men using their house as base.
This was why the gang was upstairs, in the dining room, stuffing their mouths full of pizza (toppings -- the works), because the sooner they were done eating the sooner they could play. K.B. pranced around the table, varyingly attempting to wheedle food and affection from the group, with rather more success on the food front than the Kimball parents would have been happy with, had they been paying much attention (they were fortunately out gardening, though every now and then Mrs. Kimball would poke her head in to make sure they were keeping the food in the dining room.
One thing they didn't care about, however, was alcohol consumption, as long as the boys stayed on premise, so Patch had grabbed some of his father's Yuengling. He had no intentions of getting as staggeringly drunk as Mike routinely did, but a drink or two was perfectly acceptable. He passed the cans around, adding as he did, "Dude, Mike, don't pass out in my house, man, or my parents'll never let any of us drink again."
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Post by Kian O'Connor on Aug 18, 2009 16:33:55 GMT -5
Dressed in tight jeans and a leather vest that laced up the front, Kian had just started his immersion in the character he would be auditioning for later in the week. Later in the week he would be more flamboyant as he grew more comfortable in the role but for now he was inching into it, for he was far from the promiscuous bar waiter who was definitely lighter in his slippers than he was that he would be trying out for. He sat in the corner and tried to view his companions through 'Evan's' eyes.
This unfortunately made them all look appetizing in a way they never had before. Since he believed that none of them preferred males this was frustrating in a way and he decided that he might have chosen the wrong time to begin his immersion. Having shocked himself into silence by these new discoveries, he pretended an interest in the pizza and beer he did not really own. "Patch, are you still trying to form a band? I met one of the new students and he plays lead guitar. He has access to regular rehearsal space too."
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Post by Mike Spruill on Aug 18, 2009 18:49:35 GMT -5
Mike had come over. he did not change or anything, but he had gone home to check on things. Nothing had changed. Although the fighting had stopped which was nice. Mike showered a little. He was not feeling good. it could be the hangover, or perhaps he was addicted to drinking or drugs. He had not had some in a few hours. Mike could not tell, but what he knew was he needed food soon.
So Mike dressed and then headed over to Patch's house. Mike walked in and petted KB and then followed Patch to where he was suppose to be. "Many you never said I would be surrounded by you Gould freaks." Mike laughed because he was only kidding. "Maybe I should transfer schools."
Mike took a piece of pizza and a beer, "Man you have no faith in me...come on..I can control myself for one night." Or so he hoped. Maybe he did have a problem, but he was not about to admit it. That would give Jade and jeremy the satisfaction of being right....no thanks. He did not want that. So Mike would do what he could to prove he was okay.
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Post by Patch Kimball (aka DJ Fluff) on Aug 18, 2009 21:24:25 GMT -5
Patch shrugged, "Sorry, dude, I go to Gould, remember?" Of course, he could have invited a few more of his soccer teammates*, but most of them had been busy, and other than soccer he rarely associated with Silver students, unless one counted his encounters with Jessica Pruitte and Jasper Hastings as associating. "Yeah, transfer! Go Gould Gryphons! Wait, no, I play for Silver. Crap. Team spirit trumps school spirit."
He laughed at Mike's denial. The other guy had a problem, but Patch didn't actually care. Or rather, he did care when this meant Mike ended up in the hospital for something unrelated to their stupid dares, but he didn't feel that it was his place to tell Mike to stop drinking, or to leave beer out of their get togethers. "Whatever. Just tryin' to cover my bases." After all, hadn't it been just that morning that Mike had admitted to passing out so early the day before that he'd missed the rave? Just because that had turned out to be a blessing didn't mean that it was a good thing to encourage unconciousness in his guests.
He turned towards Kian (quite fortunately entirely oblivious to the Irish boy's thoughts) so quickly he sloshed beer down the front of his shirt. "Dude! Serious?" He grabbed a wad of napkins and began dabbing at his shirt, looking at the curly-haired boy suspiciously, "Genre?" He quizzed. He would gladly participate in almost any genre of rock, but it had to be something that would go over well with the hipsters who ran Pitchfork. None of that pop punk crap, even if he did kind of like it.
Of course, there was the small matter of not playing an instrument to think of. He would have to start begging his parents for lessons for....something. That was the problem, what instrument should he learn? Keyboards? Bass? He could sing, and he could dance (or at least, he had no problems getting out on the dance floor), but he wasn't entirely sure that would be enough for any potential bandmates to accept him.
"Evan, whadda you think?" Evan had joined a band with some girls from Silver, but Patch was fairly certain that this had fallen through, because he had never actually heard Evan mention either of the girls or rehearsing or anything of that sort. Dating Brittany, yes. Awesome pranks, double yes. Band rehearsals? Not so much. Evan had the added bonus of actually playing an instrument -- in his case, drums. Probably not that surprising, for anyone who knew Evan and his love of loud noises.
*but the soccer team is mostly NPCs at this point and Dry was too lazy to write them into this scene
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Post by Kian O'Connor on Aug 19, 2009 1:14:54 GMT -5
Kian grinned at Patch's enthusiasm. His preference is alternative rock with a Goth edge, but he can also play metal. He has been playing with his dad's band for the last six months. You've heard of Toxic Religion right? His father is Mad Dog Madison, so he has access to all the equipment you would need. Dare had a band but it broke up when he toured with his dad. They even did a CD. Its pretty good actually, it's self-titled Paranoid Phantasm," Kian filled Patch in. He had actually liked Dare quite a bit, though he was too cheerful for him to be attracted. Sadly, he leaned towards moodier types.
"We started talking cause he heard me at my singing lesson. He told me I should try to do some professional stuff because male vocalists are in demand now. But I really prefer musicals. I can't see me as the next Josh Groban," Kian said with a laugh at the thought.
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Post by Mike Spruill on Aug 19, 2009 14:51:30 GMT -5
Mike just shook his head at Patch. The guy was a trip. Mike knew hanging out with Patch and this new guy Kian as well as some other Gould students would be fun. It beat the normal crap he was use to. His friends complaining. Sometimes MIke wondered why he was friends with them. Then he would go get high or drunk and realize that is why. "Yeah can't forget team spirit. I do love my team and sports. Besides I am afraid if I went to Gould I might get pranked or hazed. I went through that already." Mike tool a sip of his beer.
"Dude do you need some help?" He asked as he saw the guy spill beer on his shirt. Mike did not know how he could help really, but he thought he would offer at least. He listened as Patch and Kian talked about music. "I don't know much about music, but I am willing to be a fan and listen to band rehearsals to give some feed back, but I am not musically inclined." Mike was a jock, not a musician. Although the appeal of learning an instrument was there.
"Maybe the next Ace, but no...you are too cute to be a country boy like Josh." Yes Mike watched American Idol. It was his guilty pleasure. Everyone had one. "I hear Ace just might go to Broadway like most American Idol contestants." Or he could have that wrong. So far her knew of two others on Broadway so far. "Although I have not listened to many musicals, but if you really like them, then you can always go out for your school musical. Silver is doing South something or other, is Gould doing a musical too?" it was nice to have a break from thinking about guys for once. Then again Mike was surrounded by them.
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Post by Evan Hughes on Aug 19, 2009 15:17:14 GMT -5
Grabbing a beer from Patch, Evan juggled it in one hand, reaching for his umpteenth slice of pizza with the other. Two days in a row of stuffing his face with pizza, both in very different circumstances. “Here, K.B, try a bit of this.” he grinned, reaching down to hold a bit of crust out to the dog. Since he didn’t have one himself, couldn’t get one, he was using Patch’s pet as his own adopted dog. So, he really should have tried to take better care of K.B., but it was only a little bit of cheese and bread, couldn’t hurt him. And by the way he was enthusiastically licking his fingers, the dog seemed to enjoy it.
“Yeah, don’t ruin it for the rest of us Mike. I mean, his mum thinks I’m a good boy, can’t go wrecking that opinion now.” Evan laughed, chugging back on his beer as he moved his feet up onto the dining room table. He hadn’t met Mike before that day, seeing how the other guy was a Silver student, but Evan was Evan after all, so it wasn’t long before he was treating him like an old friend. He was an old friend of Patch’s after all, and as the saying went, it made him a friend of Evan’s.
And it was always fun hanging out with Kian, good to catch up with him. Evan knew he would just have to be careful, pop a dozen mints or something before he got home. Patch’s parents seemed to be cool with it, but he knew his mum was less than thrilled with underage drinking.
“Sure, a band sounds great. I could be in two, if the one with the girls works out.” Evan laughed, increasingly more doubtful of that. “But, yeah, you need a drummer, which, well, every band needs a drummer, count me in. Or I can do cowbell, if you need it.”
“Yeah, Gould’s got a musical. Footloose, Or Grease, or some sort of movie thing anyway.” Evan shrugged. He hadn’t really paid attention, not like he would ever audition. “Prob...wait, we’ve got pizza and beer, are we seriously talking about musicals and reality tv?” Evan laughed. “Get me another beer Patch.”
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Post by Patch Kimball (aka DJ Fluff) on Aug 20, 2009 16:16:07 GMT -5
Alternative with a goth edge was not unappealing to Patch, but none of the bands he loved most and would be most interested in emulating could accurately be described that way. In fact, even if someone hadn't ever heard anything by The Ladybug Transistor or Trembling Blue Stars or Belle and Sebastian they would still probably not peg them as anything remotely goth. Still, it could be interesting, particularly if he and Evan could influence the artistic direction of the band -- he wondered how the alternative and goth sounds this mystery guy preferred would mix with the pop punk and garage rock Evan favored and the indie pop and shoegaze that he most loved. They could play an interesting variety with that level of diversity amongst their influences!
"Goth? Do I gotta dye my hair black?" He kidded, hoping he wouldn't be expected to sport a bunch of tattoos or piercings.
Brown eyes slid to Mike at the words American Idol. "Dude, you watch American Idol? I didn't realize people actually watched that show." He shook his head sadly, "You must really hate yourself to subject yourself to that kind of torture. I'll make you a CD of artists that are actually half-way decent, then you won't have to do go through that anymore." And he really, sincerely believed that nobody could really want to watch American Idol, or that if they did indeed enjoy the show it must be to mock the performers. Nobody possibly actually believed any of the people who got on American Idol were any good, did they? He might have enjoyed their music more had it not been both mainstream and, in his entirely biased opinion, something of a cheat to success.
He got up to grab another beer for Evan, nearly tripping over K.B. as he did so (the dog seemed certain that he must be going to do something interesting, which meant following in front of him). "I think we really are. Better not let anyone know." He supposed that if he had wanted to avoid talk of musicals he shouldn't have invited two gay guys over. Or, well, one gay guy and one bisexual. And it may have been a stereotype, but they both seemed perfectly willing to go along with it. Not that musicals were bad, he supposed, after all, they did feature music and dancing, and he happened to be a fan of both.
He returned from the kitchen with more beer, throwing one at Evan before plopping the remaining case in the middle of the table. "So wonder how Hamlett is gonna do as manager this year." He was referencing, of course, Dennis Hamlett, now manager of his favorite soccer team, The Chicago Fires. He still mourned the loss of Juan Carlos Osorio, and this had led to a burning, irrational hatred of the team he had defected to, the New York Red Bulls.
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Post by Mike Spruill on Aug 21, 2009 2:43:43 GMT -5
Mike listened to everyone talk as he ate. He was usually on the quite side sometimes. He did not feel the need to join in the conversation when they talked about making a band. Mike was not into music like that, but he would be a fan. He actually enjoyed listening to them. Mike finished his pizza and looked at Evan, "You...a good guy...has his mom met the real you...prank master and all." Mike said with a laugh. "Not sure i would trust you...how do we know you won't prank us here?"
First Mike did doubted that Evan would really do that. Second he did not think Evan could do that in someone Else's house. So it was a non issue, but Mike still felt it was funny to ask. He was curious about what Evan would say. Mike tuned in when Kian talked about male vocalist and stuff. He agreed with what the guy had to say about it. Then again Mike did not know much about singing, so he really had to take the guys word for it.
"Come on Patch we all know that the only reason people watch that show is for the auditions. I mean...talk about funny. Do some of those people really think they are good. I can't imagine that...It has to be for show."
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Post by Kian O'Connor on Aug 22, 2009 8:01:27 GMT -5
“You wouldn’t have to dye your hair, Dare’s hair is light brown and hangs to his waist, he looks more hippy than Goth. Besides that was just what his old band played, he said he can play most anything and doesn’t want to be a material Nazi in the group, though he would want his songs considered in the line ups,” Kian reassured Patch.
Kian had never watched American Idol beyond once, because it offended his sensibilities. There were too many no talents that went on there, but most of all the judges were just plain cruel. He thought Simon ought to be crucified, personally and Paula obviously needed some kind of therapy. “Probably most of them go on a dare. I would go undercover to assassinate the judges,” he said draining his glass and grabbing another piece of pizza. He would worry about his waistline tomorrow and go to the gym.
“There’s a nationwide prank for you, go on one of those auditions and supersoak the judges with realistic looking water guns. ‘You Simon Cowell have been judged lacking in compassion and good manners and Paula Abdul, you have given drug addicts a bad name and you judge number 3 you’re so boring no one remembers your name. You all must die!” Kian stood up and mimed pulling out a machine gun and pumping the imaginary judges full of lead.
He grinned and pounded the table. “I bet the hits on YouTube would be outrageous,” he crowed with delight at the thought.
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