Pin Up Pixies [Inactive]

kodakcaj

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Wow okay I don't know how to ever get the Character Sign Up tab but whatever it doesn't matter, we'll make the characters here.


You'll be roleplaying the girlfriend, and a band member if you want. You can either not make a bio for the band member or you can make one now/later.


Bio Skeleteon:


Name:


Nickname(opt):


Age(19-24):


Position in the band(not for girlfriend):


History:


Personality:


Looks(real):


Other:


Name: Alex Bearly


Nickname: Bear


Age: 21


Position in the band: Lead singer, and acoustic guitar


History: Alex was put up for adoption when he was 7 years old after an incident with his older brother that ended up with him (the brother) to be charged with assault and put in a mental hospital. His parents were worried that Alex would turn out like their other son and so to avoid even more shame they got rid of him. His adoptive parents were rich and always forced him to be the best. He never wanted to be as smart as they wanted him to be, he didn't want to learn the instruments they made him play and eventually he just stopped. He met his best friend at the age of 11 and she taught him how to play guitar and together they started the band a few years later. His adoptive parents were not happy with that and kicked him out at the age of 18.


Personality: Alex is a goofy guy with a lot of passion and love in his heart. He's very open minded and will try almost anything, except for strange food. The band is the most important thing to him and if they ever broke up he wouldn't know what to do with himself. He's a bit weird but doesn't care what any one else thinks about him, that type of negativity is not needed in his life.


Looks:


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Other: ((working on it))


Name: Brady Stewart


Nickname: Brade


Age: 22


Position in the band: Bass guitar


History: Brady grew up in a broken house with her drug addict parents. Living with them got her into her own drug dependency which landed her in rehab for a few years. During those years the band was sort of at a standstill but now that she's back, everything is going well. Now she doesn't touch drugs or alcohol no matter how much she's craving. The band is her anchor.


Personality: Brady is fun and outgoing, sarcastic and a bit stubborn. Since her rehab incident she's less into partying, mostly because it triggers her. Because of that she's a bit closed in, but often tries to hide those feelings.


Looks:


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Other: Lesbian tattoo
 
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Name: Sangra


Bio: Starting from a young age, Sangra has been part of a band in some way. First his parents got him into music by playing music on a small local radio. Here Sangra discovered metal. The screaming vocals, the screeching guitars, the deep bass but most of all, what caught him was the intensity of the drums, the way one man can make sound from something hollow. Years of practice took him across the world as his parents showed him what laid out there. The intricate, soothing sounds of Japan. The music that made your body moved from India. The ground shaking bass of Ibiza, but none of them compared to the thrill of an open air concert with thousands of people all letting go. So he makes his way across the world, looking for his own place to call home with his own music.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_04/Bastion.jpg.e4e1188e3621aa41f1a4081e6589a156.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="16644" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_04/Bastion.jpg.e4e1188e3621aa41f1a4081e6589a156.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

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Name:


"Call me Tommy."


Dawn Lee Thompson



Nickname(opt):


"Huh..."


Tommy, but isn't called that all of the time.



Age:


"Never ask a lady their age, yeah!"


20



Position in the band:


"None, just here, I guess."


Girlfriend



History:


"Well..."


Dawn was born in Queensland, Australia, and moved here with her parents at about seventeen years old.



When she was in Australia, she lived a calm life, dreaming of going to America because apparently it wad the place everyone went to pursue their dreams. She then met her boyfriend at eighteen,



and have been together since. She's been to jail a few times for some bar fights,



but has cooled off from that stage, and is a bit calmer now.



She moved out of her parents house when she was turning nineteen, and lives on her own.



Currently, she lives in her own apartment, but is now going to be with her boyfriend on his tour.



Personality:


"More personality than in Sydney."


She is very quirky in her Aussie nature, and has a good sense of humor. She's a total sweetheart to those she's close to, and would care for them no matter what, though she shows a tough-looking, sarcastic facade.



When she gets angry, good luck because a few walls will be knocked down.



She isn't easily tempered, but when she is, you must be pretty angering, and everyone knows that.



Despite that, she's pretty much in good terms with everyone, and is a big sweetie.



Looks:


"Aren't I pretty? Psht, just kidding."


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Other:


"...What else?"


• Is very ticklish



• Sensitive to the cold



• Can play acoustic guitar


 
Alex was practically vibrating with excitement. He couldn't sit still for long and soon he was pacing back and forth in his living room. Pin Up Pixies was starting it's tour tomorrow, everything was packed and ready in the band's van and Alex still wasn't able to cope with his emotions. He pulled Tommy up from her spot on the couch and picked her up off the ground in a hug, twirling her around.


"It's happening, babe. No more gigs at Ralphs, that place smells like cheese. Soon we'll be so big we'll be playing in real venues with no weird smells and bathrooms with more than one lightbulb working."
 
She was just lazing around on the couch, being, well, her. She twirled her hair in her fingers as she watched her boyfriend scamper around, shoving clothes and toiletries in a suitcase. Cocking a brow over her icy blue eyes, she wondered what he was doing. Soon enough, she was picked up from her spot on the couch, and she squealed in surprise. Tommy was very sensitive with her body, and was extremely ticklish. Being twirled around, she let out a charming laugh as he explained. Gasping in surprise, she placed a quick kiss on his lips with a smile.


"That's great, that's great!" She chanted with a wider smile. She didn't know what to say, so she just hugged him back once again, burying her face in his neck, her arms wrapped around him.
 
Alex smiled, hiding his face in his girlfriend's hair. They stood there encased in each other's arms for a good minute before Alex pulled back, only slightly calmer. He no longer needed to keep moving in order to express his joy so he stayed in one spot, looking into Tommy's eyes.


"It's going to be so much fun," he said excitedly, and then his voice changed into something more mysterious. "And you'll be there with me, every moment." Alex grinned, leaning in for another kiss.
 
Her breath was hot on his neck, her lips ever so slightly brushing over the tender skin of his neck. As that was happening, he hid his face in her hair which smelt of some tropical flowers. He was still holding her, and she had to stay on her toes so she wouldn't be completely lifted off of the ground. Alex's voice was excited as he said one statement, but then changed into another tone as he said something different.


"Wait, wha--" She was about to retort a remark of questioning before he leaned in for a kiss. Almost automatically as his lips pressed against hers, her eyes shut and she kissed back, moving her lips in sync with his. Before the kiss got way too heated, she pulled away slowly so the feeling of her lips lingered on his. She pulled away for two reasons. One, just to be a tease, and two, to ask what he meant.



"What do you mean?" She asked, raising a brow.
 
Alex expression turned into one of confusion and worry and he quickly uttered, "You're coming too. Well, if you want, I guess. I kind of just assumed you'd be coming with us." Now he was anxious she would say no, and stay home. The uneasiness was apparent in his voice, "Please, come with me," he murmured, caressing her cheek gently with the back of his fingers. If she said no he could at least try to convince her in a different way, without using words.
 
It took her a while to sponge in what he just said because he just spewed it out so quickly. He seemed pretty anxious. He had probably thought that she wouldn't want to go. She suppressed a chuckle so it wouldn't seem like she was laughing at him. Tommy was the kind of girl that would laugh with people, not at them. She tensed slightly when the back of his fingers ran over her cheek. Her head leaned back a little, her visage sensitive. He seemed uneasy.


"I don't know if I'd feel comfortable in a bus mostly full of dudes." She stated simply, voice sympathetic. She held back a wide smirk so she wouldn't give her little prank on him away. She paused for his answer, automatically knowing that he was going to convince her. Her eyes looked like as if they pleaded for a reply.
 
"Well, Brady will be there," he said, then frowned as he realized that wouldn't make the situation better. "But please, Tommy. Please come," he begged, running his fingers through her hair.


His hand travelled down to her neck and he gently guided her head back and he kissed her neck softly, lips covering inches of space as he worked his way up. "Please," he whispered, nipping at her ear.
 
He begged repeatedly, urging her to come as his ran his fingers through her hair. She shivered as goosebumps rose over her light skin. She bit her lower lip so she wouldn't let out a squeak, or squeal in surprise. A lump caught up in her throat, and she gulped. It felt like she was swallowing a stone, and her stomach dropped. He continued to beg her, and she watched as his hands went down her neck, tilting it backwards and he laid gentle kisses along the sensitive skin of her neck upwards. Her face grew a tinge of red as his breath was hot on her ear as he whispered another plea. Once he nipped at her ear, she snapped. She drew a shaky breath and she squeezed her eyes shut as a quiet squeak reverberated from her neck. In her embarrassed state, she nodded.


"Okay." She confirmed, voice shaky since she was holding her voice back for a period of time.
 
At first Alex wanted to laugh, the sound escaping his mouth before he could stop it. "I'm sorry," he started, stepping back, letting his hands drop to his sides. He looked away, down at his feet, the wall, anywhere than at Tommy's flushed face. "I always forget that you're so sensitive. Fragile, like a doll." Instinctively he lifted his hand again to her face before biting his lip and letting it drop again.


He turned around towards his suitcase and after quickly examining the contents, he zipped it shut. He lifted it and set it aside near the couch. The silence bugged him, but he chewed on his lip, pretending to be deep in thought. What he had done wasn't even bad, but Tommy's reaction made him feel so.
 
Her flustered face soon faded as her tipped up feet stood flat, but she bit her lower lip as she hugged the sides of her arms, missing the feeling of his hug as he arms flopped to his sides. She called her fragile like a doll and she let out a chuckle, trying to lighten up the thick, awkward mood between them. He raised a hand for her cheek again, and she didn't seem to tense up this time, as if letting him touch her, but he bit his lip, and dropped his hand again. She didn't frown so the awkwardness wouldn't thicken.


Watching Alex seem so somber for her own actions made a pang of guilt hit her in the chest like a bullet. It surged through her like one, and left a slight hollow feeling in her. She needed to be happy for his accomplishments, and she didn't want it to be awkward like this for the remainder of the day. She walked over to him as he set his bag near the couch. Her feet which were adorned in striped socks that stretched cup to her mid-shin dragged upon the floor. Tommy stood in front of him, and snaked her hands under his arms, and wrapped her small, slender arms around him in a hug. She leaned her forehead on his chest.



"It's okay, you don't need to feel bad." She said, looking up at him, and standing on her tip-toes, kissing his cheek. She reeled back, feet flat, and she still looked up at him.
 
He held her close, fingers tangling in her hair again. He smiled softly, but it didn't extend to his eyes like it usually did. He stood there silent for a moment, then leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.


"We'll need to go back to your place to get some clothes for you. You only have a few things here," he mumbled to change the subject. "Let's do that and then we can figure out how to waste the rest of the day."
 
Being held closer, her sensitivity was raised, but she didn't show it physically or verbally. Her front was pressed up against him, and her arms were slung around him a bit tighter as his hand tangled itself in her dark hair again. A kiss was pressed upon her light forehead, and she blushed, flustered. Not the kind of 'Don't-Touch-Me' flustered, but the 'Oh-My-God-He's-Being-Romantic' flustered. A smile curved on her lips. The corners of her eyes crinkled up in that cute way of hers and she nodded at his remark. "Sure, maybe we can spend the rest of the day at my place so we don't have to do back and forth?" She suggested, her dainty fingertips drumming on his back.
 
"Sure thing," he said, kissing the lines near her eyes before they disappeared again. "Are you hungry? We can grab something to eat on the way, or even whip something up quick."


It was only noon, and Alex had been up since at least 6 o'clock, too enthusiastic about the tour. "Oh," he said, all the thoughts about sleep reminded him of something. He could see the bottle of prescription sleeping pills sitting on the kitchen counter but he didn't move to retrieve them-the contact between him and Tommy was too enjoyable to give up.
 
A small laugh emitted from her when he placed kisses near her eyes. The chuckle that came from her kept her smile planted on her face, which also meant that the tiny crinkles on the vertices of her icy blue eyes have remained. The way the hugged pressed them up against each other made her feel warm, but also antsy and ticklish to her since she was so fragile.


"I'm not that hungry." She said, and chuckled to herself. "I usually sleep in late so I don't eat until the afternoon." She added, chuckle growing into a small, but bubbly giggle.
 
Alex grinned, loving the sound of her laugh. He never wanted it to stop, he was scared to talk in case it disrupted the giggle, but that quickly subsided. "Alright, let's hit the road," he said, stepping back but keeping a little bit of contact by holding Tommy's hand.


They walked to the foyer, Alex pulling his suitcase with his free hand. He figured he could take his stuff and save them a trip back here when they went to pick everyone else up the next day. He let go of Tommy's hand and ran to the kitchen, grabbing the pills from beside the sink. He shook them as he came back. "I might need these," he mumbled to no one in particular as he shoved them into the front pocket of the suitcase.
 
As he stepped back, her arms slid off of him, hanging by her sides. Her hands felt hollow, and had loss of warmth when they weren't around him. The lone, empty feel was lost once her hand was clasped in his. Her small hand fit in his bigger one as her slim, dainty fingers intertwined with his softly, and her hand tingle from how sensitive she felt. The tingling felt like pins and needles, but didn't hurt, or feel unpleasant.


As they walked about halfway through the foyer, he let go of her hand and the hollow feeling was there again. She saw him run back into the kitchen, holding some pills. Her eyes glazed over the bottle for a brief moment, but she didn't think any of it. She chewed at her lower lip, curiously as she looked forward. She knew it was none of her business, so she didn't ask anything of it. Her arms hung by her sides as she waited for him to come over so they could head to her apartment.
 
Alex noticed the curious look in her eyes and he grinned, once again taking her hand. "They're sleeping pills. Doctor prescribed them a few months ago. I usually only take them when you're not around," he explained while he led her out of the building.


It was an old apartment building, a small one with only 20 units. It was a bit run down and in need to renovations but it was secure and Alex had been calling it home since his parents kicked him out. It was cheap and close to the city, and more importantly it was close to where the rest of the band lived. There was a small parking lot out back and that's where they went, shoving the suitcase in the back of the white van.
 
At his remark, and the sudden holding of her hand, she smiled. Intertwining her small fingers with his, and giving his bigger hand a light squeeze she turned and kissed his cheek. She thought it was cute that he couldn't sleep well without her, but it also partially worried her because she thought how he'd sleep without her there. She just brushed off the thought so she wouldn't be overly worried.


"Well, you might not need them because I'll be there with you..." She said, voice partially shy, and partially flirty. She averted her eyes around the building, just observing the place, and taking one last good look at his complex. It would be a pretty long time before the both of them would come back here once the band, and the addition of Tommy, would be back here while they were on tour.
 
"Maybe. I'm bringing them just in case, you know, adrenaline highs and whatnot can make it hard to sleep," he explained, holding open the door for her to get in. He crossed to the other side and got in too. "Say goodbye to this crappy old place. Hopefully when we get back I'll be able to afford somewhere better."


His suitcase was on one of the back seats and behind that were the instruments. The drums took up the most space, but tucked in beside it were the guitars and bass. It would be cramped, but everyone would fit.
 
She nodded at his remark in understanding. Tommy still took glances around, noting some wads of blackened gum permanently stuck onto the floor, cracks and stains in the walls and some graffiti here and there. Once they were out, and he held the door open for her, she smiled at how he was being a gentleman. She got in as he shut the door and he went around to the other side.


"Maybe even a new bus. Good thing I'm not claustrophobic." She said with a playful simper as looked around the minimal room in the bus. After drinking in the whole sight, she stared out the window and thought of her own goodbyes to give to the worn, old building.
 
Alex pouted as he started the van. Personally he liked the band's bus, it had character and it had been with the band practically since they had started. Even if they got a new van he would still keep the old one just for old time's sake.


"Don't knock the van, it's part of the band. And plus, we just spent all that money for the paint job." The paint job he refereed to was the band's written logo along with a painting of a vintage pin up girl wearing red. It occasionally earned some stares from passer-bys but no one seemed to every complain about the semi nudity.
 
The simper along her face widened. If you looked at her, the whole joke she had just started was given away. She kissed Alex's cheek with a laugh and then reeled back to her window seat. She had known that he had started the bus, but it worried her how the band wouldn't have much room to move around, or breathe for that matter. She drummed her fingers over her leg lightly.


"I never said I didn't like the van, and to be honest I love the van. The way it's different from others intrigues me," she added with a nonchalant shrug. "But it just worries me if you think ahead. For example, when you gain more fame, the bus will be too small, and uncomfortable for you guys. I'm just trying to think of all of you, yeah." She said, and realized she sounded a bit silly. She wasn't the boss of them, nor their mother.



"Sorry, sorry, I must sound like a yobbo..." She said additionally. Her voice had its same Aussie accent, but this time around it had a bit of the Australian dialect in it. To be exact, she called herself an idiot. Well, she thought she was at times. She worried for people too much, and the only good part of that was she tried to think of others.
 

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