Leviathan

Contracted - Dead Hopes and Dreams

Orchestratic said Does each person write something about how they feel or how they're playing? Blah blah, things need figured out.

Eh, I think we can skip practice entirely to be honest.

Shows could be a brief maybe one post then done type of deal and then onto the next scene.

-shrugs-

Contracted - Dead Hopes and Dreams

Orchestratic said But look!I MADE A FUCKING JOKE.

lol you seem so proud.

you're too funny.

& that was actually a beauteous post...so, take that. ^^

& it is up to you guys. i am down for whatever.

Contracted - Dead Hopes and Dreams

Before Søren walked through the door Petra had began playing a chord she had been trying to piece together for a couple of days. Always practicing before bed and usually waking during the night with musical notes appearing to her during dreams. Sometimes they just needed to be unscrambled and would sound quite nice but other times she could not figure out the tune. The notes sounded like a gilded mess at the moment, and even more so without the amp plugged in. Slender fingers used the pick to glide across the strings and determination shown onto her intense hazel eyes peering down onto the black guitar. Both Crocell and Petra's head raised to the sound of a door creaking open, and the dark colored dog snorted in boredom before resting again.

"Parker and Matt are here. They're grabbing the rest of the kit."

"You lazy bastard." Petra jokingly commented to him with a wide smile never one to watch the vulgar words that occasionally flew from her mouth either. Knowing good and well that he left the group to defend for themselves once again. She could recall multiple occasions seeing him behind the counter at the music store pretending to work on the computer, and it would make her chuckle every time. "I don't know how the others let you get away with it. Probably because of your dashing good looks right?" She rose from the seat and rested the guitar on a stand that the studio provided. "I don't know though, probably ten minuets but I'll be back." Her hand pushed open the door and she began jogging to meet the duo. Her hands then fidgeted with the metal clasps above the door so it would remain open when she left to help.

"Søren neglecting his team player duties again I see." She smiled to both the guys before walking over casually to pick up the hi hat stand and the cymbal stand. "By the studio's clock it would seem that you are late." Petra was on a mission to playfully dig into each one of the band today like usual. Though the topic of coin did worry her a bit since the studio charges by the hour like most did but everyone split the cost. She hid the worrisome fact with a vibrant smile and would figure out something like she always did if they needed extra funds from her. Even while dating Parker the topic of money every now and again unsettled her because he had it and she did not...but it never became too much of an issue. When she finally took a step back and was honest with herself about their parting ways, she sometimes felt unworthy of him because of that--among other things, and that weighed heavily on her.

Contracted - Dead Hopes and Dreams

congrats!

& my post will be done in an hour or so. ^^

The Soap Factory

I have many pictures on reserves for rp purposes & I thought she'd be perfect.´∀｀

The Soap Factory

Tales of Brilliance

Instead of sleep time elapsed in intense meditation. It would have been impossible to catch a nights rest in this town after the events which had recently unfolded thus the reason her armor remained on. Under normal circumstances she would have been able to drift off into a deep slumber on the pleasant futon laid atop shiny bamboo flooring. This quiet moment was also spent practicing the Revitalize fonic hymn she had been trying to master for a little while now. Back at home before her status was revoked elves never ceased to notice how much dedication, and time Lumen spent on practicing Thaumae. Obsession to better oneself held true to the elven culture and she certainly acknowledged this fact, though there were many elven qualities Lumen rather overlap with other qualities instead…especially since the council became extremely iron-fisted.

Lumen’s eyes slowly opened after a few hours suspecting the time to go fourth was nigh. A polite voice sounded from the opposite side of the screen informing her that a bathing room was now available. A sweltering bath seemed perfect before another lengthy trek to follow her intuition on the burning temple. She picked up her withered staff and made way to the area, prepping before stepping into the crystal clear water, and spending roughly twenty minutes soaking in the relaxing natural spring. After this ritual of cleansing was finished she dressed, casually entered the lobby with pink tresses still damp, and instantly locked eyes on the man from yesterday. Stopping for a quick second in surprise he had decided to stay before closing the distance between them.

“I see you stayed.” Her voice remained just as hollow as the previous night. “There was no need for you to interfere yesterday though your attempt was successful in luring the Knights away.” Not a proper thank you but if he expected recognition or thanks for return that was the best he would receive from this scorned elf.

Contracted - Dead Hopes and Dreams

i am more than likely game.

& i'll wait to post until you guys get inside since Petra is already in there.

otherwise that would be major unnecessary filler.

so have at it. ^^

Hope PTQ went good by the way.

The Soap Factory (Interest Check)

I'd like to see the ooc. ^^

Contracted - Dead Hopes and Dreams

“Then shade in what you have and it won’t look like a complete failure.” A burly man with a full yet well maintained beard joked in a dull tone. He was hovering over a woman with vibrant cerise colored hair in loose curls nearly reaching her elbows. Her intense cyan tinted eyes were heavily focused on finishing a piece to add into her growing portfolio. Not many pages were filled as of yet since she just started not too long ago, and the majority would need to be on skin to advertise her true still. Petra did indeed have potential to become a great tattoo artist one day especially at such a renowned place as Voltic. Though, her heart truly lied with playing guitar. It was always nice to have a backup plan until The Harbingers took off…and she knew that they eventually would.

“If it’s a failure, Trent, it’s only because you taught me.” Petra jested before waving her teacher away as if she could not be bothered with his lowly presence any further.

Trent scoffed while walking to the reception desk and every footstep he took almost seemed to shake the very foundation—precisely how massive this giant of a man is. “Hey, don’t you have some sort of music practice with a band that is never going to get off the ground?” A smirk crossed his lips as he began counting money from a customer.

“Shit, you’re right. I am taking off, guess I’ll see you guys later…if I still have a job here.” She crossly referenced a few days ago when she had walked the entire half hour only to be told she had been let go. Trent had a famous temper and sometimes unintentionally took it out on the people who worked with him—and that day it had been Petra. Her fingers gathered the pristine portfolio and tucked it into a briefcase, and she walked back to the employee lounge to place the item into a locker. She twisted the combination close and motioned for Crocell to join, he usually rested obediently on the plush leather sofa snoozing away. Her hand tossed a studded one strapped bag over her shoulder and picked up her weathered guitar case.

“You just never know do ya doll.” Trent yelled back to Petra managing to stay straight faced.

She stuck out her tongue while exiting the front of Voltic and held the door open for Crocell to strut through. Petra had to leave especially early now that her car had been sold for some extra cash, luckily though Revelation Studio was closer to her work than from Sunrise Plaza. She had not bothered telling the others or wanted to involve them in her financial crisis. Everyone had that friend who was dirt poor and inadvertently bogged down the fun with their lingering money woe…such a killjoy and she refused to be that person. She did technically have a car but left it for her father since it had been Milo’s muscle car, the one he cherished like gold. There was not much belongings Milo had to go around and her father at least deserved that much. During her brother’s lowest point he had managed to sell nearly everything he acquired over his short life. Putting these painful memories aside her eyes fell to the happy go lucky Crocell who panted with his tongue hung out the side. Before any drool could drip down upon the sidewalk he would lap it up only to begin the disgusting cycle again.

She took this Doberman with her practically everywhere she went since he needed his exercise when she wasn't apprenticing at Voltic. He was a very tame and low activity dog and walked well on the chained leash for a once abandoned mutt. They passed by a couple buildings on the way while he remained upright not letting the multiple smells of Hollywood deter the familiar path. When both eventually arrived she opened the front door and headed into the studio room the group usually occupied.

“First ones.” She said aloud.

Petra did not even need to point to a place for Crocell to lie since he found one himself and hunkered down straightaway. With the promise that her pet would remain absolutely quiet there had otherwise been no trouble permitting him to stay. She sat down upon the charcoal colored sofa across from the recording equipment to bring out her guitar to tune. The others would surely arrive in a matter of minutes.