Realistic or Modern Highway 23

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So, at first glance, the title make this sound like some type of supernatural RP concerning a highway. Well, you'd be wrong to think that. This RP is a RP about an eccentric band, with eccentric tastes, and eccentric adventures.

(More info can be found in the Overview Tab.)

Rules




1. No godmodding if in certain situations.


2. This is my second RP with a certain fashion style, so do your best to try and find some strange fashion styles. (Try to piece your outfit together. It will work better in the long run then trying to find a picture that has all the clothes that's as close as it can get to what you want.)


3. Swearing and romance are allowed.


4. Please do not start ANY drama unless the drama is in the actual RP.


(I had to previously ban someone because they started drama in the IC section, there was lots of OOC talk.)


5. If you have a problem with someone else, please come to me and we can see how we can resolve it.


6. Please try to play this RP realistically, I know it might not be very realistic, but I don't want people playing drums with their feet.


(Actually happened in a previous RP)


7. Man, these are a lot of rules.


8. Watch the OOC.



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Start




Handson sits on the couch of the over-furnished tour bus, holding a three-stringed banjo and strumming a couple of bum notes while singing some type of song,

"It's broken! Our loo-oove, it's brok-en!" The tour bus is cluttered with all sorts of useless items including a taxidermied moose head on a plaque and all sorts of Japanese nick-nacks. He finishes playing the song before tossing the banjo towards the front of the tour bus,

"Heh, life doesn't get better than this." Handson says to himself before pulling out his revolver and pretending to shoot at invisible monsters that danced upon the ceiling. The revolver suddenly goes off, the bullet flying around the room and even going through the moose head, making it spin on the plaque. Handson bolts up from the couch and quickly tucks the revolver back into his holster, he hoped that the sound did not awaken the other band members.

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@kira blackthorn


@IrridesentBlaze

 

[IrridesentBlaze]

Synxx jumps up outta her bed and with a start after hearing a loud bang, she makes her way to the main area of the bands tour bus, tripping over countless items like smuppet puppets and old knickknacks from previous tours. Her eyes narrow when she sees Handson with a weapon in hand and a hole through her favorite Molly the Moose head.


"WHAT THE BEGESUS!"


Synxx glared hard.


"Handson, what the heck are you doing, its odd hours of the morning and you're making loud noises and re-killing things?!"

 

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Handson is startled by the upset girl and he stumbles off the couch, he stands and suddenly tries to explain,

"No-Now hold on! I-je-just-we- hrr." He stutters before eventually collecting himself,

"Ok, first of all, the moose deserved it. Secondly, it was an accident, thirdly, you know I have extreme insomnia and have not been able to sleep since I was eight!" He says as he points at her while slightly turning his head and raising his eyebrows as if he had just proven a major point and is putting emphasis on it with his actions,

"Besides, Carl isn't back from the shopping mall yet, and you KNOW how he is if he doesn't get his smokes." Ah yes, Carl the bus driver, an elderly man who was practically a corpse. Handson casually brings him up for no reason,

"If he was here and had gotten his smokes earlier like I suggested he should do, this wouldn't have happened!" He finally makes sense of his previous statement of Carl.​

 

[IrridesentBlaze]

Synxx stared at Handson going over what he had just said in her head, while puling a lolipop out from under her hat and placing it in her mouth.


She then pulled a small pin and pad out from her hat and wrote down a list of several things that needed to be done around the bus before her their next stop.


"Shush, with your mumbo jumbo, now I have to add getting rid of the smell of burnt moose to my list of things to tidey up."


Synxx went and flicked Handson on the forehead and sat down in the now abandoned seat he had occupied earlier.


"Grape jelly and OJ should put you right to sleep! My grandfather drank it every day before he went off to the mill....or was that vodka..." Synxx went off into deep thought trying to remember a remedy for insomnia.

 

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Handson sneezed when Synxx flicked him, most likely due to a simple reaction. He then laughs at her remark of "...tidying things up.", Handson walks over to the couch and pats her on the shoulder,

"Oh, you wish you could tidy this place up!" He then goes to the front of the tour bus, but between the main part and the cab there is a closet, and when Handson was right in front of this closet, a corpse suddenly falls out of it. Handson starts off in a quiet yell but that slowly rises in a crescendo of terror, he then draws his katana and slices down into the back of the neck, practically decapitating the dead body, this stops Handsons screaming,

"I have killed a potential zombie, FEAR ME!" He says before kicking the corpse back into the now never-ending black hole of a closet.​

 

[IrridesentBlaze]

Synnx, Again, for the second time that day jumps up and runs to see what Handson is making such a commotion about. In her sprint she trips over her own two feet just before she spots Handson decapitate a dead body.


"Owww... What the hell, why is it that YOU," She points an accusing finger at Handson.


"Always seem to be accurately wielding a weapon and killing already dead things, while I am always somewhere either getting hurt or cleaning up your mess!"


Synxx takes this time to pick up a small statue of Buddah and hurl it at Handson's head in a fitted rage.


"I mean for Gods sake! You seem to be perfectly coordinated for a guy that never sleeps."

 

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The Buddah statue ricochets off Handson's helmet and the flies back into the main area, he suddenly turns around to see what had happened and laughs,

"Yes, because I know what I'm doing, unlike somebody." He says with a mischievous smile upon his face. Handson then carries on his journey to the front of the bus to find Carl not back yet, but then he was suddenly distracted by an old man who appeared to be running away from a band of strippers,

"Carl?" Handson asked as he squints at the old man sprinting towards the bus,

"Carl." He says as he opens the bus' door and let the old man in, Handson then closes it as strippers try to charge down the door. Carl turns on the bus and drives out of the vacant lot they were parked in, and that's how the band, Highway 23, started their journey.​

 

[IrridesentBlaze]

She watches Handson walk safely away before she childishly Mimics him "Im, Handson, Im great, I know what I'm doing." She sticks her tongue out at his back and watches as Carl comes barreling back onto the bus, immediately starting the bus and quickly speeding down the road.


Synxx makes her way toward the back window, witnessing a heard of crazy looking half naked women chasing after them.


Letting out a sigh she then looks around the dismantled bus and pulls her feathers duster from her hat. While cleaning the dust off of the dust, which was caked on more dust, her mind began wondering to the crazy adventures ahead.

 

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Handson grabs the banjo form the floor and walks over to the back room where Synxx is, he then kicks open the door and asks in a loud manner,

"Are you decent?" Then he proceeds to badly play some type of folk song,

"Oh, and the person sitting in front of me, she really isn't doing that well! In cleaning up the bus, this place is as dirty as Hell!" He sings before strumming all the strings at once and letting out a hearty laugh.​

 

[IrridesentBlaze]

A slightly large vein appears, visibly pulsating at the front of Synxx's forehead, Personifying her irritation at Handson's newly made up song.


"Well, If dust and clutter didn't just materialize every few seconds, then maybe this heap bus would stand a chance at staying orderly." she then proceeded in an inner debate on whether to throw something at Handson again, but she ruled against it and continued to halfheartedly scrub the grime off of the back window.


"I'm the only one who actually tries to clean in between tour stops, save that one time where a squirrel ran off with my shoe and you guys left me behind while I hunted after it, and didn't realize I was missing until you made it to the next state." she angrily brought up the troubling incident.


"Do you know how mean that squirrel was! He not only stole my shoe but he laughed at me and called my mother fat!" Synxx thought back to the time where her grandfather used to teach her useless shit in his drunken stupor, like how to speak squirrel.

 

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Handson suddenly gets a little more quiet before setting the banjo down, he then leans against the doorway and glances around the room,

"Hey, Synxx, I'm sorry for pissing you off. I thought we were just, y'know, joking around." Handson says with sincerness to his voice for Handson thought they were actually joking around,

"If you want, I could make it up to you somehow. I coooouuld.... I could buy you some stuff, how about that?" He asks as he actually stands in the doorway now.​

 

[IrridesentBlaze]

Synxx slowly stops cleaning and trys to hide her blush, making it a moot point not to make eye contact with him. She then turns around to face Handson, while looking at her shoes.


"I want Another Moose head, with an eye patch and a teal bow."


She then looks back up at Handson and playfully flicks his forehead.


"This time do not shoot her."

 

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Handson sneezes as she flicks his forehead again, it must be in his genes or something, because he was very sure that it's not normal to sneeze when flicked upon the forehead. After listening to her request he nods and smiles,

"Don't worry, this one will not befall the same fate." Handson chuckle before suddenly having an epiphany. Handson then points towards the floor in the main room,

"Studio, now, I have a song." Handson says as he tells Synxx to head to the studio which is somehow located at the bottom of a long staircase under the rug of the tour bus, it defies any laws of physics but no one seems to care. He then heads to the main bedroom where the bassist sleeps, (@kira blackthorn ) Handson proceeds to violently shake the man while screaming non-sense about the second coming and a hobo trying to steal the rest of our rations.​

 

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Ketra could feel a headache coming on as he was violently shook and screamed at. First he awoken by a gunshot thinks to Handson now this. Really sometimes he wondered why he even insisted on sleeping when he's always awoken before he wants to be.


Now thoughly pissed and in a bad mood he grabbed Handsons closest wrist and began to squeeze hoping to cause some pain. His tone was icy. "Shut up. You loud idiot. And quit shaking me. I am very much awake. Thanks to your dumb ass."

 

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Synx had followed closely behind Hands-on, only to stop to witness the hilarious bickerment between the two.


She began to make her way to her lovely black and teal drum set with silver lining on it, that so neatly sat in the cornner of the fairly large studio.


"Morning Ketra, looking as lovely as always I see."


With that Synxx Sat ever so gracefully, pulling a set of black drum sticks out from under her prized hat.

 

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"Whatever." Ketra muttered letting Handson go. He finally opened his eyes and stood to follow Synx. He leant against the doorway and looked at her."So far its a bland morning. I see nothing good about it."


Straightening up he walked toward the small kitchen area gracefully stepping around all the knick knacks and weird things littering the place. Really someone needs to clean this place up. He didn't give the moose head with a hole in it a second look as he began making some coffee. By now he was used to seeing weird things.

 

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Handson cringes as his wrist is squeezed with utmost tightness before being let go, he follows Ketra and talks to him once in the kitchen,

"Hey, Ketra, glad to see you're up. I have a song and we need to play, we haven't recorded a song in a while, so this should be good." He says before walking off. Handson then leaves Ketra and heads to the bathroom to tend to the now deep red mark forming on his wrist. He takes out a bottle of pain pills and swallows four, twice the amount that he should have, for Handson has quite an addiction to pain pills but he doesn't let anyone know that he does. He then walks downstairs to the studio and gets up at the microphone, then he turns on the keyboard and walks over to the control panel which was specially rigged to be able to start recording from inside the sound room.

Handson makes sure everything's set up before walking back to his spot, waiting for his fellow bassist.​

 

[kira blackthorn]

Ketra made himself a glass of coffee before following Handson. Chugging his coffee down he ignored the way it scalded his mouth having a high tolerance for pain. Once the cup was empty he set it on a nearby table before picking up his bass guitar. Plopping a lollipop in his mouth he hooked his bass to the amp before getting into position. "Let's do this."

 

[IrridesentBlaze]

A long sigh makes its way out of Synxx as she watches Handson walk back into the room and begin to set up. True she loved her bandmates to death, but they were really quite peculiar. As Grampy used to say, 'a shirt is only fitted to those who wear it best', She must be wacky to. Synxx shook her thoughts and took out a handkerchief from her hat and began cleaning her precious drum set.


"Handson, your fly is down." She motioned to his pants and chuckled lightly.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Ketra pouted hearing Synx. He had wanted to see how long Handson would go without noticing. "Party pooper." He muttered.

 

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Handson, upon hearing Synxx's comment, looks at Synxx with flirty eye before speaking,

"Oh, but you wouldn't mind if it stayed down, would you?" Handson then lets out a badly stifled laugh before turning around to the mic,

"Ok, Synxx, uh, do a fast jazz in common time. And Ketra, you do, swing-ston in common time as-well." Handson says as he tells them how to play before configuring the keyboard to a desired sound, then he remotely starts the recording process,

"On my mark, a-one, a-two, a-one a-two a-tres a-quatro!" He says before starting out with a melodic keyboard opening to the song,

"Cha-cha-cha-cha!" Handson scats the opening into the microphone.​

 

[IrridesentBlaze]

Synx picks up her sticks and starts doing as Handson says, but not before giving him the finger and sticking her tongue out childishly at Ketra.


Her hands speedily move as stick meets drumm in a tempting upbeat tempo she throws in a few tricks she's learned with her left drumstick trying to get into the feel of their practice session.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Ketra smirked and on Handsons que began playing. Soon the room was filled with sound. He bit down on his sucker intent in his playing.

 

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Handson eventually stops scatting and starts to actually sing,

"Well, the lights on the ceiling, they aren't really sta-ars, but if you believe hard enough, you'll be taken away in a small, white car!" Handson then picks up on the keyboard again before stopping and singing some more,

"But listen to friends and you'll soon meet your end, but listen to heart and you might miss the start, ooh-ah-oh!" Handson then plays the rest of the song instrumentally before coming to an end.​