Lacuna
eyebrow queen
Role Play Rating:
- M - Mature (17+)
Role Play Status:
Open - Accepting
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"In a world full of the word 'Yes'
I'm here to scream. No, no!"
Portland, the big shinny city that attracts all these hipsters and punks of all walks of life
because they think it's cool to live here. Whatever. You're probably thinking that I live
there and I don't think that it's cool. Well you're wrong. I live in this crummy back water
town 20 minutes away from the real action. Sure it's cool knowing all your neighbors, and
that everyone is basically your family, but it's boring as hell. Nothing ever changes. I'm
99% sure the same 85 year old lady has been sitting on her front porch knitting the same
blanket. Time seems to stand still here. The best thing that's ever happened is my parents
opening up their own concert venue. Now you're probably thinking "Yeah that's cool for
you, but who else?" Let me tell you, it's not just cool for me, it's cool for all of the kids here
who want to get out of this town. Move on to bigger and better things.
"We are wild, we are like young volcanoes"
It's called The Grog Shop. Don't ask me how it got the name, because it beats me. It's
located in downtown Portland, right in the heart of all the fun. My brother and I are finally
able to appreciate the place. But we're not the only ones who get to appreciate it. I conned
my parents into letting my friends work there with us when we all turned 18. I told them
that there would be no one better then the two kids they raised and the four kids who were
practically family. The believed every word of it, but I must admit, we lived up to my word.
We have The Grog running like a well oiled machine.
"This is the road to ruin
And we're starting at the end"
For us, it's more than just a job. It's just about the greatest place on earth. It doesn't
matter what job we have there, we always get to meet the people playing. The six of us are
lucky enough to say that we have all met our idols at least once, if not twice. We get paid to
meet our idols, attend concerts, and hang out with our friends. How much better could it
get?
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The Grog Shop
The bar
The stage
The restaurant
1. No god modding or bunnying or whatever you want to call it. No controlling other
peoples characters. That's why you made one for yourself. 2. Romance is fine, but we
don't want to know the details, so fade to black. 3. As Hannah Montana once said,
nobody is perfect. This goes for characters too. No Mary-Sues or Gary-Sues. 4. No auto
accepting, this is my rp. I will be the decider on whether you are accepted or not. 5. This
is a literate rp. Which means that I want at least one paragraph per post and minimal
spelling and grammatical errors. I get that sometimes it's late and slip ups happen. Just
don't make it a habit. 6. The password for this rp is a line from your charrie's theme song.
The one at the bottom is for the suckers who didn't read. 7. Swearing is fine, just don't
use it excessively. I'm a bit of a potty mouth myself so it won't bother me, just be mindful
of others. 8. Stay in character. If your character is quiet don't go flirting with everything
that moves. 9. And speaking of flirting, don't go crazy and fall in love on the first day. This
isn't an arranged marriage. Take your time, because no one falls in love the first day they
meet someone. 10. This is the most important one. Don't sign up if you are just going to
drop out two days later. I want you to stay active!
The password for the rp is
"Young volcanoes."
put this at the bottom of your CS.
Piper || 8:00pm
The soft murmur of the bands talking to one another and the small crowd of people at the front door filled Piper's ears. Door's opened at eight for the nine o'clock show. One of the bands she had always admired from afar was coming back to The Grog in what seemed like forever. Truthfully, it was only one year, but a year in the music world seems like forever. Taking a quick glance up from the glass she was cleaning she caught the eye of one of the members of Arkells, blushing slightly she ducked her head down. Now wasn't the time to be making googly eyes at the bands, no matter how much she wanted too.
She had four minutes to finish up cleaning before all the customers arrived. Thankfully there wasn't much more to do. In a matter of minutes the bar was about to be flooded with parents who were here only because of their minor children. She didn't miss those days one bit. Sure, her parents were total bad asses, but she hated having to rely of them for transportation on money. She was glad those days were over.
When the clock hit eight people started to file in, and the fun was about to start. Putting away the last glass she was cleaning she sauntered over to the end of the bar and looked up at Josh, their resident sound guy. "Try not to blow anyone's ear drums tonight." Piper joked lightly with him. Actually she joked with all her co-workers and friends. She always did because she knew that they could take it and know that she meant nothing personal. Josh shook his head at her and mumbled some come back she couldn't quite make out. Promptly sticking her tongue out at him, she sauntered off to behind the bar and rested her elbows on the counter and put a big smile on her face. As people walked by she nodded and gave them small hellos. It was show time.
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