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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Nov 23, 2016 16:21:59 GMT -5
( I could see it working well with a mxm relationsip, or possibly a mxf - added poits if muse b is the girl in the equation - but honestly I thinka anything could work. is there anything you'd prefer? )
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Post by π'πππ πΏπΆ π±πΎπ on Nov 23, 2016 16:22:41 GMT -5
Tristan had been extremely nervous at first, but that was to be expected. He was still adjusting to how popular he had suddenly gotten. But he had stared to settle, becoming relaxed on the stage and just playing, his head held high. He knew how to play the crowd and get them invoked, which involved letting them sing the chorus to one of the better known songs. He had started to sweat, but it was hard to tell if you weren't actually on stage with him. He was rather casual, dark jeans and a dark grey, plain t shirt. He ran his fingers through his hair absently when he wasn't playing the guitar to get it off his forehead.
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Post by VΙͺα΄Ιͺα΄α΄α΄s on Nov 23, 2016 16:25:15 GMT -5
{{ oh! maybe we could do mxm? an idea to further the plot would be that Muse A could feel themselves being emotionally drawn to amuse B and also ignores Muse B for that reason? }}
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 23, 2016 16:31:31 GMT -5
ree : I am open to anything! Whatever you would like! VΙͺα΄Ιͺα΄α΄α΄s : That's fine with me! Where should we start then? tournesol : Ian moved in with the crowd. He loved these kind of events. They were the ones that he could just relax and listen to the music. That is until the end, that is when he would get the opportunity to interview the artist for the show. The interview would be played on air the next day. Ian let the music take over and he let himself sway slightly with the sound. He fixed his eyes on the stage. The lead singer, Tristan, seemed to be preforming at his best.
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Post by VΙͺα΄Ιͺα΄α΄α΄s on Nov 23, 2016 16:34:07 GMT -5
{{ would the train ride there work? I could start if you wanted ^^; }}
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Post by π'πππ πΏπΆ π±πΎπ on Nov 23, 2016 16:37:52 GMT -5
After about an hour and a half, the stage lights went dark, but the main room lit up again after Tristan had made his goodbye and such. He headed backstage, a bottle of water in his hand since his mouth now felt like the desert. He was currently talking to somebody, though it wouldn't take him long to end the conversation, since he knew he had other people he had to talk to that didn't work with him.
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 23, 2016 16:39:20 GMT -5
VΙͺα΄Ιͺα΄α΄α΄s: (Works for me) Andrew had already boarded the train. He had selected an empty space and settled there. His stomach was full of butterflies, so he closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the seat. He made sure to take a few deep breaths. This method helped calm some of his nerves.
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 23, 2016 16:41:44 GMT -5
Ian made his way quickly and easily through the screaming crowd that was chanting for an encore. He got to the backstage doors and flashed a badge to the man standing there. After he had walked through the doors, he headed down a long hallway and joined a few other media sources that were waiting for the star to emerge.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Nov 23, 2016 16:59:55 GMT -5
( in that case, maybe mxm in this case? I think that could work pretty well. )
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 23, 2016 17:02:14 GMT -5
ree okay! and which Muse did you want? sorry!)
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Post by π'πππ πΏπΆ π±πΎπ on Nov 23, 2016 17:05:30 GMT -5
Ian made his way quickly and easily through the screaming crowd that was chanting for an encore. He got to the backstage doors and flashed a badge to the man standing there. After he had walked through the doors, he headed down a long hallway and joined a few other media sources that were waiting for the star to emerge. Tristan had taken a few minutes to get the sweat off his face and change his shirt so he wasn't completely disgusting or anything. He walked back into the main hallway, flashing a brilliant smile at one of the media sources as he pulled the door shut behind him. Wow. He would have never thought he'd end up here.
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 23, 2016 17:10:50 GMT -5
Some of the other media representative began flashing cameras for pictures of Tristan the minute he walked out the door. Ian had to hold back a small laugh at some of their desperation, but he didn't. He knew that if he were a part of any other media outlet, he would have to do the same thing. Thankfully, all that he needed for these moments was a small pad of paper that he kept in his back pocket, and his cellphone. He pulled both out of his pocket. He set his phone on voice record and opened the small pad of paper to a page with a few questions scrawled on it.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Nov 23, 2016 17:27:43 GMT -5
( b, if that's alright with you? )
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 23, 2016 17:28:20 GMT -5
Thats fine with me!
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Post by VΙͺα΄Ιͺα΄α΄α΄s on Nov 23, 2016 17:31:49 GMT -5
Alistair grumbled to himself, his grey hair easily differentiating him from the crowd boarding the train. He had turned to say goodbye to his father, only to be ignored with little acknowledgement. Apparently, a discussion about rich people topics was far more important than his first year of Hogwarts.
Rolling his eyes, he stepped on board, easily maneuvering his lithe body away from the numerous array of students who crowded the hallways of the train. He wished they came far earlier than they had, but their home was in a deserted area and took much longer in arriving than he had expected.
Sliding open one of the doors, his cobalt eyes settled upon a lone figure. "Mind if I sit here?" He questioned, voice gentle.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Nov 23, 2016 17:35:17 GMT -5
( alright then, Theo it is. his full name is Theodore Henry Mouney in case you need that.)
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Post by π'πππ πΏπΆ π±πΎπ on Nov 23, 2016 17:42:12 GMT -5
Tristan kept the smile in place, answering a few questions as his gaze drifted over the group of people, not quite making eye contact but made it look like he was. His eyes landed on somebody in a black dress shirt, the top few buttons undone. His smile never faltered, his stance relaxed.
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 23, 2016 17:50:03 GMT -5
Andrew's eyes popped open quickly and his head shot upright. He was an average looking kid with blond hair and brown eyes. "Oh, ya, sure!" He stammered as he sat up straighter. He eyed the grey haired kid carefully, trying to decide if her was 'safe'. Andrew's cousin had warned him to be careful who he befriended. He had said that kids are cruel and he didn't want to see Andrew getting into trouble. Andrew had blew off his cousin's words at the time, but now they were at the very front of his mind.
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 23, 2016 17:56:37 GMT -5
Ian too kept his gaze up, but his was much more focused. He was watching Tristan carefully, looking for any sign of false answers to the media outlets. When he saw Tristan return his gaze, he dropped his quickly. What is wrong with you Ian!? He scolded himself. Ian had never been one to be shy or embarrassed. This is your job, get it together. He forced himself to raise his gaze from his notebook and look at Tristan again.
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 23, 2016 18:01:26 GMT -5
Okay! Here is a starter.)
Xander was sitting in his last class of the day. He continuously glanced at the clock on the wall. A lot of kids probably thought that he was just eager to get out of class, but in reality, he was dreading the day's end. Xander hated having to go home at the end of the day, where there were endless rules and lectures. At promptly 2:15pm, the bell rang, just like it did every day of the week. Xander sighed and shoved his notebook into his backpack. He slowly swung the bag over his shoulder and headed out of the building.
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Post by π'πππ πΏπΆ π±πΎπ on Nov 23, 2016 23:15:23 GMT -5
Ian too kept his gaze up, but his was much more focused. He was watching Tristan carefully, looking for any sign of false answers to the media outlets. When he saw Tristan return his gaze, he dropped his quickly. What is wrong with you Ian!? He scolded himself. Ian had never been one to be shy or embarrassed. This is your job, get it together. He forced himself to raise his gaze from his notebook and look at Tristan again. There were only a few he lied about, but that was because they were way too personal for him, but he still managed to not look like he was lying. Tristan soon enough got to Ian, a warm smile on his features as he looked at the other male for a moment, awaiting questions.
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 24, 2016 8:26:16 GMT -5
Ian glanced down at his notebook briefly. "Where do you hope your career will be in 5 years?" He looked back up at Tristan to await the answer. It was the only question on Ian's list that had not already been asked.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Nov 24, 2016 9:08:57 GMT -5
( I assume Xander is directed at me, so I'll respond to him. please do correct me if I'm wrong. )
Theo despised school. He honestly did. Yet, he still went five days a week, every week. There was nothing keeping him from dropping out, he supposed, he lived alone and had a decently paying job over the weekends that would probably let him work weekdays, too, but dropping out had never been an option for him. He didn't want to leave and regret it, and he knew he would. But putting up with schoolwork and making sure he got at least average grades in every class didn't mean that he enjoyed it, or that he ever listened to authority.
He walked out a the moment the bell rang, having spent his entire last period slouched back in his chair and ignoring every warning from his teacher. There was nothing she could do, anyway, he got good grades in her class, and his report card kept the principal from considering kicking him out. Theo suspected that if he wasn't doing so well in school, he'd be long gone.
By the time he got out onto the parking lot, it was crowded. He wasn't the only one who wanted out as soon as possible. He slung his bag over a shoulder and walked to where he knew his motorcycle would be. He took a moment, considering the bike he'd come to love, before swinging himself up onto it. Despite himself, he couldn't help but grin as the engine came to life.
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 24, 2016 9:42:12 GMT -5
ree : yes sorry!! Xander sighed softly as he exited the building. He was one of the last few to exit the doors of the school that so many students despised. He turned his feet towards his bus with dread. 'I wish they would just let me get a car..' he thought dreadfully to himself.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Nov 24, 2016 9:53:48 GMT -5
( no problem! )
Theo revved the motorcycle once before kicking it into motion. He went slowly at first, manoeuvring around the cars and people that filled the parking lot. He glanced at the bus, suddenly grateful that he didn't have to take it anymore. He was grateful for the freedom that having your own ride - and, more specifically, a motorcycle that was much easier to take through traffic - got you, and that he didn't have to put up with the confines of a bus.
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 24, 2016 10:06:23 GMT -5
Xander looked around quickly as a motercycle engine was revved. He spotted Theo, the kid that some admired and some despised. Xander was part of the ones that admired him. He was envious of Theo's ability to be free, all day every day. He quickly looked away and bit his lip.
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Post by VΙͺα΄Ιͺα΄α΄α΄s on Nov 24, 2016 10:18:54 GMT -5
A small smirk danced its way into his gestures as he noticed the other's wariness. It really didn't bother him as much as one would think. Receiving suspicious looks was something that Alistair was raised upon.
The Van Der Woodsen name was well heard of among the wizarding world and was often whispered about in hushed voices. The distinguishable silver hair, the piercing azure eyes, and the frigid aura that seemed to shroud the family did nothing but further the rumor that they practiced in the Dark Arts.
Alistair wasn't sure if the rumor was true or not, but he kept his mouth shut and didn't pester his father about it. It was better that way.
He seated himself opposite the other, resting an elbow on the window as he made himself comfortable. He haphazardly glanced at the other occupant, eyes drinking in as much detail as he could muster. He never really ventured outside their home much, hence his pale complexion. The sights and sounds around him fascinated him completely as he sat there, in awe of how vast the world truly was.
"Your first year too?" He questioned, trying to be polite and make small talk. Just because he wasn't outside often didn't mean he wasn't taught his manners.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Nov 24, 2016 10:21:55 GMT -5
Theo knew that people were watching him. They usually did. He was relatively well known at the school, and most people had at least heard of him. He didn't pay any mind to it anymore, he had nothing to do with them. But when someone stared, that was different. He looked up, trying to pick out whoever had been looking at him.
It took a moment, but his gaze soon locked onto a guy heading towards the school bus, seemingly looking at everything but him. He recognised his face from around the corridors, but he didn't know the guy. He didn't even know what his name was, though maybe that was because he didn't really talk to many people outside of his own circle here. "Hey," he called before he'd had time to think. "You want a ride?"
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Post by Iceheart014 on Nov 24, 2016 11:43:17 GMT -5
Andrew nodded his head. "Ya, I am." Having been the only child all his life, Andrew wasn't used to being asked questions by people his own age. He had always felt more comfortable around adults. "I am Andrew by the way." He held out his hand politely. "Are you nervous too?" Andrew had been feeling butterflies in his stomach all morning. Well, more like all week.
Xander's heart skipped a beat as Theo called out. He quickly brushed it away. There is no way that he is talking to you. Xander told himself. But, he looked back at Theo anyway. His heart began racing in his chest when he saw that the other boy was indeed looking at him. "M-Me?" He stammered out as he pointed to himself.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 24, 2016 12:02:15 GMT -5
OOC Eee okay I'm here, I just have the slight problem of not being able to pick a female character.
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