Teenage Mayhem

by **Chellizard** January 30th 2011, 3:08 am

. o O ( Okay. So... I know we're all teenagers and such.. and we all love music.. and we all love clubbing.. so let's all RP in one.. if you don't want to, it's cool.. let's just pretend, for once, that we're not super heroes. We can just RP as ~~ourselves, in character form, if we have to~~ randomly thoughtup characters.. Tag our characters with a different name, and the etc. We'll just have fun, how 'bout it? Music, drinking, grinding on one another senselessly through text! Hell, we could even continue this and explain that live bands, example: Bayside, comes and preforms for us. :3 But we'll start with tha' techno... <333 )

The sound of high pitched warbles and tones that matched it was underlined with a heavy bass line that droned out even the loudest voices in the club. Teenagers were grinding against one another, all of them either tripping on ecstasy, or drinking themselves to a point of alcohol poisoning. There was a slew of pubescent members there that hadn't touched either. You could barely even think in this place, but one person came to think here. She was standing alone, her form leaned against a wall. She loved this song, the one currently playing, anywho. It was a good one. Skrillex, Do Da Oliphant. It was something she could listen to over and over again. The beat was vibrant, and had bodies bouncing and waving around each other. She moved a simple hand up toward her face and curled her fingers through her hair, pushing a few strands back out of her line of sight. She had had her eyes on the dance floor for some time now. She was just a bundle of nerves, and could not find any possible reason to go out there and make a fool of herself. She bit her lower lip and moved her hand back down, the other wrapping around of it to rub the large X she had painted in dark purple marker across her hand. She let her tongue slip over the piercings she had on the lower labium. They were called 'spider bites.' She had originally wanted snake bites, but so many people had them, she decided to just do something different. As soon as she did get spider bites, everyone around of her seemed to become fashionable with the trend. So, to spice up her face, she made each ring a separate color. Tonight, it was green against white. The colors against her own pale flesh was marvelous. She had on other eye catching face attire, too. Make up. Thick eyeliner, and she even pressed on eyelashes with odd gaps to make them look different. More like spider lashes, if anything. She had an odd obsessions with spiders. Eight long spindly legs... She smiled to herself and looked down at her own attire. Spiderweb stockings stuffed into a pair of black boots that were lazy and relaxed against her legs. She also had on a long sleeve spiderweb net shirt, and then over it was a short sleeve shirt honoring deadmau5 in a very fangirlish fashion. The black fabric was matching everything about her. Black, yet tackily, chipped fingernail polish. Chunky bracelets up her arms. Her hair, though, was white with fanciful amounts of green and toxic blue dyed within the mess of ivory. She felt a bit lonely, and hoped someone would notice her eventually.

by Guest January 30th 2011, 3:01 pm

(So, no character sheets?)

by **The_soapmaker** February 3rd 2011, 2:42 pm

((Sounds cool))

They had been smoking a joint out back. Just a group of strange underground art types; long hair, ripped jeans, you know the drill. That whole punky-grungy air. Rules are made to be broken. Especially the bad ones. A dude with long, messy, black hair (it even had a dreadlock in it. And quite an ugly one, I must say) petted some ash off his black buttoned down shirt, leaving a couple of greyish stripes behind. "Ah, fuck!" "What's troublin you, bro?" "There's fukken ash all over my shirt, man!" "Ah, fuck that, man. We got dem wobbles, we got a club full of hot babes and we flying high, man." "That's the truth, bro." The other man, a black man with a British accent, tossed away a cigarette before entering the building again through the backdoor. "Hey, DJ! Wait up, man!" The dude said, after which he ran after the englishman while rolling up his sleeves. "Son, I'm gonna kick this bloke with his shitty records away behind the table. It's my turn to spin." "Well, that last tune was pretty nice. Chainsaw dub, man. But I'm gonna get a drink. See ya later, bro." The englishman climbed into the DJ-booth. The only access was this small ladder on the side of the booth. "Alright. Cheerio, cottonmouth." He said with a big smile as he turned to the dude. "Fuck off, man." The dude smiled as he sped off towards the bar, making his way through the crowd. He was mildly high, just a little bit floating, but still sharp in his mind (or at least he thought so). As he drifted through the mass of XTC-driven dancers, drunk girls clinging onto their man or the other way around, sober X-ers and other dopefiends, he noticed a girl (who he thought was a cybergoth due to the stockings, the make-up and the dyed hair) spying around the room like a friggin' hawk on cocaine. Ignore it, he thought, you're being plain paranoid, she's not looking at you. And nor is she a friggin' hawk on cocaine. He ordered a tonic, quickly changed his mind and ordered a cola instead. Tonic usually gave him a dry mouth. That would be a waste of money. The DJ was actually right, he had cottonmouth. The tonic would do no good. Cola would be better.
Cola arrived. The dude rubbed his moustache (well, unshaven upperlip. He had a little bit of a beard, having not shaven in three days) as he handed the barkeeper the money and turned to the crowd. In the DJ-booth his British buddy turned up the tables (~pun intended) on the other DJ, blasting Bong Ra's 666 mph through the speakers. Fucking European music. He loved it.

by **Echo** February 15th 2011, 8:02 pm

She laughed, loud and free, and jumped away from the guy she'd been grinding with, switching just as fast as she'd begun to dance with her previous parter. He turned away, disgruntled, but there were plenty of other girls there. The girl was dancing on one man to the next, steadily working her way to the bar, but taking her time if the men were exceptionally good dancers- or just damn sexy. The European music wasn't half bad and she went with it enthusiastically. She wasn't very high yet, just feeling the music and letting go. She took a few extra moments before she reached the bar just for a little more fun. There was a guy at the bar, but he was pretty much unattractive- unshaven, long hair, and a dreadlock. Not exactly the girl's type. She leaned over the counter, not minding that the bartender took a long look before asking what she wanted. She ordered a shot of whisky. he didn't card her, just charged her a little extra. She shrugged and pulled the money out of her bra- no pockets in a skirt! She handed it to the bartender and he poured her a shot of whiskey. She threw it back and swallowed with a practiced air.
Sitting, she noticed the guy again and decide to talk to him. He looked stoned and had streaks of ash down his shirt, but whatever. "Hey. Whats up?" She said, putting an elbow on the counter and leaning on it. Before she heard a reply, a new song came on- one she knew. She squeaked, nodding to the beat. The old DJ had apparently regained control and was now playing Trouble, NeverShoutNever it was obviously a couple song and the girl remained in her seat, respecting the few couples slow-dancing and some still grinding. Funny how a rave could morph into a junior high dance.

by **The_soapmaker** February 16th 2011, 4:53 am

((Yes! The topic is not completely dead!))

As Bong Ra's song faded away, the genre of the music completely shifted to acoustic pop. What the fuck? Why? Who on earth hired this shitty DJ? Mister Dreadlock tried to get the attention of his british compagnion by waving, which, despite the distance, seemingly worked. He put his arms out, with the palms of his hands up, to tell Britain something like: "What is this?". The DJ replied that he didn't know it either. Dread shot the old DJ down with his hand. Britain laughed. How funny.
Suddenly he heard a voice, next to him. Asking him what was up. A lot was up. The Bass for one instance. It should've been low, but now it was up. How on earth was this possible? He turned to the girl, quite annoyed. God, please, not another perky drunk babe! The whole room is full of them! "Do I know you?" He asked her, after which he realised she actually was quite pretty. He quickly corrected, though the pause inbetween the sentences was suspiciously long: "...from somewhere? Something?" He kept a pokerface, trying to hide his failure. Hopefully it succeeded.

by **Echo** February 16th 2011, 6:16 pm

The girl raised her eyebrows when he replied in an annoyed fashion and crossed her arms her blue eyes narrowing. She shook hr head, smiling again as he corrected himself, attempting to fix his mistake.
"No. I'm not from around here, Just visiting some family. Maybe you're just high. Or I look like someone else around here. There're a lot of people for the size of this town," She replied. She shook the bangs of her shoulder-length blonde-ish reddish hair out of her eyes and observed the man more carefully. He looked nice, still not particularly attractive, but kind and less rude than his reply had seemed at first. His face was a little balck, most liekyl as a cover-up for his almost rudeness. the girl shrugged.
"I'm Echo by the way. Listen... this song is funny. I know it's a poppy love song, but the lyrics are great. I honestly don't listen to a lot of dancing music so it's one of the few songs I like that is made for any kind of dancing," Echo closed her mouth realizing she hadn't given the other person time to speak. "Uh.. Sorry. What's your name? And Are you from around here?"

by **Chellizard** February 20th 2011, 1:33 pm

The girl, standing all stoic and alone in the corner of the club, perked up at the sound of the European music. She smirked and hugged herself before slipping from the wall to lean on her toes. She reached herself up, her comfortable ankle high boots giving her barely any more height than she had. Her form was petite, standing at a comfortable five foot five inches. She chewed the inside of her cheek and nearly gagged when a song came over head. 'Really? REALLY? Stupid ass.. scene-faggot music.. Good God!' She gargled back vile that crept from her stomach at the sound of the song over head. This is a CLUB. Not a fucking live acoustic show. She felt her nerves all relax nearly simultaneously. She relaxed upon the flats of her feet and stepped through the crowd, which had CEASED their dancing to argue the DJ's choice of music. This was not a song you could grind to! "Hey!" She cried, having stomped through the crowd to lean up on to the DJ booth. She knew this guy, and had been his girlfriend at one point in time, but gave up because of their artistic differences. "WILL YOU PLEASE PLAY SOMETHING DIFFERENT?" She cried, reaching her hands to caress her own bust. She was accenting the 'deadmau5' scrolled on her shirt while fondling herself. She had come out of her shell. She wanted to stay quiet and think, but she cannot.. CAN NOT! think to this kind of music! She sighed and moved her eyes from the DJ once a decent song was scratched into place. The crowd started up with a roar of happiness, their bodies moving to a different type of song. I Am X-Ray - Pretty Rave Girl was the song of choice. She smirked and blew a kiss, added a wink, and turned from Dickhead. Dickhead was the nickname she gave Mister Fancy DJ. His real name wasn't really important anymore. She then turned herself toward the bar and took herself with a sort of high horse dragging her along. Though, her horse was shot in the shin and she toppled off of it when she noticed a girl flirting with the guy she had been noticing for weeks of coming to this club. She brushed it off and leaned over the bar and smiled to the keep. "Bottle of water, Bubba!" She called over the music. She was handed a glistening, perspiring bottle of water that she opened and sipped upon, refreshing her slightly dry mouth from the site of her eye candy being flirted up and groped with that set of doe-eyes. "Kiiiiraaaa!!" came a known voice from over Spider Bite girl's shoulder. Kira (Killer) was her nickname, due to her odd obsession with death and such. She turned and looked for the voice, but found it with a set of arms encircling her waist. She smiled and moved a hand to pat the arm hugging her. "Heyyy Harley," she cooed, snuggling into her best friend's arms. "I'm heading, you want to ride with me, or stay longer?" she had shouted this, but it sounded like a proper library tone in comparison to all of the loud bass around of her and Harley. "I'm going to catch a cab, Har! You take care of yourself," she said, smiling to her friend as she tipped her water bottle back to her lips. She sipped it graciously and waved a 'see ya' later' to Harley.

by **The_soapmaker** March 3rd 2011, 5:15 pm

The dude's eyes shifted across the room before they fixed on the girl who had called herself Echo. The music shifted along with his eyes. Echo was indeed a pretty girl. Quite childish, though. All perky and stuff. But he didn't mind. He had dated a Lolita Goth once. THEN, you're talking perky and childish.
He leaned a bit towards Echo in order to make himself more audible. "The name's Olaf. I'm more into Ambient Trance than all this stuff they play here." He practically shouted due to the massive tunes blasting out the speakers. "But, you know, it's alright, I guess." He took another sip of his drink. "And to answer your other question: No, I'm not from around here. I'm actually from Iceland. I'm traveling around the country with that black dude over there in the DJ-booth." He shouted in his accentless voice.

by Guest April 6th 2011, 9:56 pm

Should we revive this now I'm actually interested?

Mind I won't be able to post until Sunday though.

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