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Post by Mute on Aug 1, 2015 2:30:07 GMT
"Well guys, it's time. It's hot as fuck out and we all know we're gonna get some afterwards." A voice broke in through the RV of a band named Blood Is Thy Wine, it was known for his heavy metal a mixture of The Amity Affliction and Crown The Empire, the vocalist turned his head to glare at the man who spoke, the haunted looking male stood by the door and glared towards them he spoke nothing to them, what was a band with a non-speaking singer like? Hell. They were perfect for each other in every aspect, they learned without many words to one another.
He walked with his hands behind his back in his back pockets, he wore nothing but a pair of jeans that were torn and ripped all along, eyes glistening a hateful stare. How could someone so demented be so famous? Simple. His voice, the satin and luring tune was flawless and his handsome looks also helped, he was covered in sleeves of tattoos, a back piece and chest. He grinned as he ran a hand through his black and red hued follicles, he made his way to the stage where he looked around, spotting the female to looked upset or mad at least. He glanced over to the boy near her who was easily seen checking out the sluts that stalked around, bending at the waist and not the knees. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, the gold and red flecks of his eyes were softening and alluring as he reached the microphone. She seemed to be dressed....to casual for a place like this, but he didn't mind it.
"How is everybody doing!" He cried out in his sweet tone. He loved the responses the cheering, bellowing and the sweet singsong voices of them mixing as one. Boy, if they only knew about his true self they'd run in terror. His tongue slid out along his lower lip and he smirked half to himself. He nodded to a few workers at his sides who tossed t-shirts and posters. He grabbed a shirt and expertly threw it through the air towards the casual dressed teenager. This singer was known as Hikaru, Hikaru Yamato. A rather odd name for a Scottish man, his accent heavy in his voice. "Let's start this party with a new single! Don't Lean On Me!" He called his skin was very pale - almost sickly.
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Post by Doccy on Aug 1, 2015 3:04:58 GMT
Doccy The slender auburn haired female wished that she could say that she was happy to see what was about to go on on stage, but she didn't think she was going to actually see a shirtless man on the stage, which she kind of thought was a little unprofessional, but hey, he was kind of cute. Her eyes shifted over the male on the stage and she tilted her head a little bit as she watched him closely. His eyes were pretty stunning as well. She definitely was going to enjoy watching the male perform, though her boyfriend, didn't seem that excited about it. When his eyes landed on the very shirtless male he shifted and slid his arm around the female's waist, pulling her closely, maybe a little too roughly and she snorted lightly.
Her elbow shot back and elbowed him in the ribs, causing him to grunt lightly as he watched the shirt fly through the air. And not in their direction either. The slender female wasn't too pleased to see that the shirt hadn't made it to her but her boyfriend didn't notice, which made her wonder about if he really cared about her or not. Probably not. He was just with her for the popularity, which was all she thought. She wasn't that popular but she was one of the prettiest girls in the school they attended and she was still a virgin, which made her something of a trophy to the men of the football team. And he had been the one to win her heart, though she was starting to think otherwise of it. Her emerald and gold flecked eyes watched the male as she called out over the crowd. A new song? Well, all of his stuff was new for her, really, because she didn't know about his band but she didn't like it. She did know a bit about the band, but her favorites were other things, like Alesana and All That Remains. She wasn't a huge fan of soft stuff, but she also wasn't a fan of slow stuff. But she liked a lot of things.
She shifted absently as she felt his eyes fall on her and she tilted her head a little bit as she watched him closely, wondering just what he thought of her when he saw her. She had a bad habit of always wanting to know what people thought of her, even though she didn't let it bother her. She liked to know what she had to look out for, like how she was acting. She didn't want to be seen as a huge bitch, because that kind of scared her. Being rude was something she didn't want to be, a bitch. Like her mom. That was a huge no no.
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Post by Mute on Aug 1, 2015 3:26:12 GMT
 Til Death Due Us Part! | ◀ | Hikaru▶ Blood-Thirsty ▶ PrinceThe male watched her with luring stares, he walked the stage, sweat twinkling along his bare torso and his right hand rose high and he pointed the mic to his fans, at least some of them wanted to be around him, he disliked how this girl was not interested, why was she here at his stage when there are several others being active and just as loud. He hated that, it drove him mad his inner demon-vampire side made him groan he was thankful it was not heard by his fans. He leaned forth as he came to an end to his show, it was a good two hours before he finished, his body soaked with sweat from the hot lights beaming on him and the sun was beginning to set and that met feeding time. It was shocking for this vampric demon to sense every blood type in the area and he craved it. He shook his cranium as he brought the mic up to his mouth. "I hope you all enjoyed our show! Follow us on Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, and Facebook!" He cheered with a deep grin. He soon turned and made his way off of the stage, but he waited around for autographs, pictures, and anything else the fans wanted - within reason of course. A place for all of your little OOC notes. |
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Post by Doccy on Aug 1, 2015 22:18:29 GMT
Doccy The slender female hadn't known much about the band when she had shown up, but when he was done, she knew one thing, that she loved them. She definitely wanted to spend some more time listening to them, which was likely what she was going to do when she got home. Since she knew for sure that her boyfriend was NOT going to be spending that night with her, not when she turned to find him oogling a set of fans who were bouncing up and down, their obvious boob jobs easily flaunted in v-neck crop tops. She hated seeing them flaunting it all and she wondered if maybe that was what she was supposed to look like, but she didn't want to be a whore, not just for a man's attention.
And so she snorted a little bit and turned to look up at him, her eyes narrowing. "Pig." She snapped and when she turned to leave, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. "Where do you think you're going?" He grumbled as he stared down at her, causing her to be a little uncomfortable as she pulled her wrist free. "Away from you, you jerk. You've been staring at girls this whole time. Just because I won't put out, doesn't mean you get to treat me like crap. We are done." She said and turned and stormed off, slipping through the mass of humans, sweating and eager to get to the autographing area. And so was she. She was not leaving without an autograph and just to rub it into the face of her ex who was trailing after her, protesting, though she wasn't listening, she knew right where she was going to get her autograph. Katherine stepped out of the crowd, hearing protests around her for her butting and she marched herself right up to the handsome male lead and grasped the edges of her sweaters v-neck and pulled it down for him to see the beautiful, tantalizing cleavage that she always kept well hidden. "You mind? Maybe I'll get it in a tattoo." She said and smiled lightly as she bounced a little bit on her toes, her emerald and golden flecked eyes brightening.
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