[center][h3][color=fdc68a]Bryce Theodor Kent[/color][/h3]
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 Bryce's face was scrunched up in determination as he began to write down a few chords that he thought would make a good song. But it felt like his creativity had left him. In the last few hours he had wasted most of his time plugging tabs together, testing them, playing videogames, and jamming out to broken mutterings. It was truly one of those days were you felt like giving a hundred percent, however, somewhere a bit of your body disagreed and bumped the productivity down drastically. [color=fdc68a]"Maybe I should-"[/color]

 His phone let out a muffled beep as if the stack of papers it was under tried to strangle it. He scrambled to get it from on his desk and then fumbled to read the text. A brief smile clouded over his features before he realized that he was pretty far from ready. Bryce had only taken a rather quick shower, that just wouldn't do, and brushed his teeth harshly. His hair was pretty messy from sleep... And, well, he still had on his pajamas. [color=fdc68a]"Shit."[/color] And like a rather startled deer, he ran to the bathroom faster than when the local music shop had a discount on amps. Within minutes of voracious cleansing he then found himself hurriedly cleaning his teeth and styling his hair.

 When he deemed his appearance fit enough, he ran back into his room to grab the first thing he saw that was Bryce-enough to wear. A fade green and blue flannel shirt with a black shirt underneath, plus a pair of slightly ill fitting cargo pants. He scooped his phone up to check the time. He wasn't going to exactly be late, but then again traffic was something you just couldn't predict. The teen sighed before putting on a worn cap and rushing out of his room's door. As he walked towards his keys' resting place, next to the front door, he actually took the time to ready all of the messages more thoroughly. Great, Seamus was going to most likely get everyone pissed drunk, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

[center]To Everyone:
[color=fdc68a]Leaving the house, will be there in, uhhhh, ???[/color][/center]

 At times like these Bryce really wondered about his time management skills. Before he left he shouted up to his parents that he was leaving. A few curious footsteps filled the hall, but he decided things would get much too awkward if they asked where he was going, or tried to spout nonsense about all of the dangers of going outside the house... Like [i]him[/i]. So instead of going through that he just slammed the door shut and actually walked like an normal human being towards his 03' Ford Crown Victoria.