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 Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 6:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 7:16 pm
scott walked into his room and saw his stuff had arrived. "mic, guitar, pc, monitor, stage tools, tuning kit, guitar, mic..." he paused, realizing that there was a second guitar. great, sharing a room with another musician. he thought
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 2:48 pm
Claude walked into the dorm room wihtout even glancing at Scott. He knelt down next to his equipment, then to his clothes and began to put them away. After a few seconds, he saw Scott in the corner of his eye. He also noticed all the equipment. Another musician...? He thought, raising an eyebrow. ... This'll be fun... He gave the teen a slight smirk, then set his last item - his laptop - onto his bed and sitting down on it, flipping through his multiple CDs; Disturbed, KoRn, Nonpoint, Sevendust, Hawthorne Heights, and even some Seether and 3 Days Grade disks were sprawled across the teen's bed.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 2:51 pm
"so what is it? punk, metal, soft rock, alternative?" he asked glaring at him. wow, his pc is ancient he thought laughing at claudes computer.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 2:56 pm
Claude simply glanced up at him. ... Such a child... He thought, putting his Cds down. He tilted his head slightly. "Does it really matter...?" He asked, the smirk never leaving his face. He glanced over at the laptop. ... Can't believe I was left with this piece of junk... he thought, narrowing his eyes slightly. He looked back at Scott. "And what's with the attitude, it's not like I did anything to you..." He looked back at his Cds tiredly and pushed them away. "You shouldn't be laughing at my computer, you know..." He smirked. "Didn't your mommy tell you it's not nice to pick fun at people...?" He asked, chuckling. ... Disrespectful little p***k... He thought, looking out a window.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 3:06 pm
"like id listen to her." he chuckled. "by the way, how much RAM is on that oversized paperweight of yours." he said as he picked up a screwdriver and began tinkering with some of his equipment.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 3:15 pm
Claude scowled. "Do I look like I care about that ancient thing...?" He asked, crossing his arms. "It looks lik it'll crash at any second; I don't even use it." He sighed heavily. "Besides," He said, calming down a little. "I'm not into all that technological stuff; That's Tripp's job..." He looked at Scott. "So, what about you? What do you do with your music...?" He asked. ... I'd like to know how good people here are... He thought to himself. ... And if they have any taste in good music...
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 3:21 pm
"lead singer, guitarist, manager, and technical producer. we mainly do punk, alternative, and the occasional irish pub song" he said, still focused on his gear. "if ya want a better computer, i got some extra components in that box over there. help yourself." scott said as he directed claudes attention to the large box by his bed. "tools are in the bottom. and i am going to go to the library. see ya"
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 1:51 pm
Claude raised an eyebrow, but remained silent. He got off of his bed and went over to his guitar. He then shook his head and went to his desk. "... I've got to come up with some lyrics..." He muttered, putting the pen in his mouth for a moment as he got his notebook out.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 6:00 pm
scott walks into the dorm and sees claude sitting at his desk, concentrating. "wassup pretty boy?" he asked.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 12:00 pm
Claude raised an eyebrow, then spun around in his chair to where he was facing Scott. Pretty boy...? Really now... He chuckled, flipping his pen between his fingers and still looking at him. "I'm writing lyrics for my newest song... Why...?" He asked, sounding completely casual.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 12:07 pm
"im gonna play the spring dance. i could use a little competition. see whos better." he said smirking as he strummed a chord on his guitar. "the only competition ive ever had was crash and the boys. and they suck!" said scott.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 4:58 am
Kara scampered down the hall. She had just finished delivering her brother some mail when she heard a guitar coming from a slightly ajar door. A guitar? Hmmm. Maybe I'll go check it out. She walked over to the room and popped her head in. "Did I just hear a guitar?" She asked with a grin.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 1:56 pm
"yeah. that was me." scott said. "manus queerum over there is a musician too."
((manus queerum, latin, noun, definition: pretty boy))
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 3:33 pm
((gotcha))
"Cool. I am a musician my self. I play piano." She smiled and leaned on the door frame.
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