I finally saw this for the first time on Broadway yesterday and I honestly loved it. It has this kind of 20s and 30s extravagant feel to it while also having a plot that doesn't do everything expectantly. It was a simple story yes, but it didn't fall into all the tropes I expected it to. I'd recommend it to anyone, man or woman, young or old.
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I finally saw this for the first time on Broadway yesterday and I honestly loved it. It has this kind of 20s and 30s extravagant feel to it while also having a plot that doesn't do everything expectantly. It was a simple story yes, but it didn't fall into all the tropes I expected it to. I'd recommend it to anyone, man or woman, young or old.
Nicky walked down the street with a burning cigarette in her mouth, her large headphones covering her ears, Patrick Stickles screaming into her ears:
Soon you'll be burning orphanages down
Watching ashes scattering all over town
And when the smoke gets too close to the ground
You'll see blue trampling over gray and green over brown
She was wearing a blue dress with floral print, she seemed to think it at least somewhat ironic, a punk like her wearing a dress like that, but she wore a leather jacket over it to keep some of her cred. Her shoes were her normal bright red Chuck Taylors that were pretty well worn in by this point. She closed in on the venue and brushed some of the hair from her face before tossing her cig into the street behind her. She knew it wasn't good for her voice but she was young, she'd quit later. She blew out the last bit of smoke from her mouth and made her way into the venue.
She realized she was a bit late but it wasn't that big a deal, sound check wasn't even done yet. She got up on stage in front of the microphone, cleared her voice and said the word "Check." Her voice didn't seem right, and the sound engineer seemed to realize that so he attempted to fix it. "Check 1, 2." It sounded even worse and Nicky was starting to get a little angry. The sound engineer tried to fix it once again. "Check." It sounded better than the first time but it still wasn't any good still. She started to say something to the engineer, her voice audibly angry, "Listen, I understand you're trying to do your best here but if the few people that come here to see us play can't hear us properly, you and I are both going to have a problem." The sound engineer looked a little stressed as he attempted to fix his mistakes again. "Check." It finally didn't sound terrible, Nicky smiled sarcastically at the engineer, hoping that no problems plague her during the show.
Soon you'll be burning orphanages down
Watching ashes scattering all over town
And when the smoke gets too close to the ground
You'll see blue trampling over gray and green over brown
She was wearing a blue dress with floral print, she seemed to think it at least somewhat ironic, a punk like her wearing a dress like that, but she wore a leather jacket over it to keep some of her cred. Her shoes were her normal bright red Chuck Taylors that were pretty well worn in by this point. She closed in on the venue and brushed some of the hair from her face before tossing her cig into the street behind her. She knew it wasn't good for her voice but she was young, she'd quit later. She blew out the last bit of smoke from her mouth and made her way into the venue.
She realized she was a bit late but it wasn't that big a deal, sound check wasn't even done yet. She got up on stage in front of the microphone, cleared her voice and said the word "Check." Her voice didn't seem right, and the sound engineer seemed to realize that so he attempted to fix it. "Check 1, 2." It sounded even worse and Nicky was starting to get a little angry. The sound engineer tried to fix it once again. "Check." It sounded better than the first time but it still wasn't any good still. She started to say something to the engineer, her voice audibly angry, "Listen, I understand you're trying to do your best here but if the few people that come here to see us play can't hear us properly, you and I are both going to have a problem." The sound engineer looked a little stressed as he attempted to fix his mistakes again. "Check." It finally didn't sound terrible, Nicky smiled sarcastically at the engineer, hoping that no problems plague her during the show.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Homosexual
Position in Band: Lead Singer
Personality: Though she is kind hearted she can be very angry, feisty, and she always want's to be the one to get the last word. She'll be nice to those that she knows well but to people that grind her gears she will not hold back.
Favourite Bands: Team Dresch, Dinosaur Jr., Titus Andronicus, Sleater-Kinney, Bikini Kill, Screaming Females
Hobbies/Skills: She's a multi-instrumentalist, while she may prefer singing she's quite adept on bass and can hold her own on guitar. As well she's had some classical piano training and even a little bit of trumpet.
Job: Off-and-On bartender at a pretty awful dive bar.
Bio: Nicky was born to a well off family and at a young age her father pushed her into learning the art of music. She started at age 5 with learning piano but as she got closer to high school she became very close to the punk and alt-rock scenes leading her into learning guitar and bass. In high school she really dressed like a punk which led her into her first band, a Queercore outfit called Excuse 16. It didn't really lead anywhere but it did show her what she wanted to do with her life. She wanted to be in a band.
After graduation she found this band to join. She thought it was great and had real potential to go somewhere. But potential doesn't buy food so she had to start working at a bar one of her bandmates from Excuse 16 set up. It wasn't much but it could help her any time she needed some spare cash. But things are looking up for her, the band she though had potential may now be able to fulfil that potential, and Nicky may finally realize her dream of singing in an actually popular band. It's something she's wanted ever since she was a teenager and now all the hard work will finally pay off.
L3TS Rock, there's 2 3s too.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Homosexual
Position in Band: Lead Singer
Personality: Though she is kind hearted she can be very angry, feisty, and she always want's to be the one to get the last word. She'll be nice to those that she knows well but to people that grind her gears she will not hold back.
Favourite Bands: Team Dresch, Dinosaur Jr., Titus Andronicus, Sleater-Kinney, Bikini Kill, Screaming Females
Hobbies/Skills: She's a multi-instrumentalist, while she may prefer singing she's quite adept on bass and can hold her own on guitar. As well she's had some classical piano training and even a little bit of trumpet.
Job: Off-and-On bartender at a pretty awful dive bar.
Bio: Nicky was born to a well off family and at a young age her father pushed her into learning the art of music. She started at age 5 with learning piano but as she got closer to high school she became very close to the punk and alt-rock scenes leading her into learning guitar and bass. In high school she really dressed like a punk which led her into her first band, a Queercore outfit called Excuse 16. It didn't really lead anywhere but it did show her what she wanted to do with her life. She wanted to be in a band.
After graduation she found this band to join. She thought it was great and had real potential to go somewhere. But potential doesn't buy food so she had to start working at a bar one of her bandmates from Excuse 16 set up. It wasn't much but it could help her any time she needed some spare cash. But things are looking up for her, the band she though had potential may now be able to fulfil that potential, and Nicky may finally realize her dream of singing in an actually popular band. It's something she's wanted ever since she was a teenager and now all the hard work will finally pay off.
TranscendentalDreamer said
What kind of availability are we working with? How often does everyone get on?
I can usually be on about once a day, but it's always better for me on the weekdays rather than weekends.
I'm interested in this, I'll try to get a CS up tonight, if not it will be up by tomorrow.
After a few minutes Steph began to chuckle to himself. Mike had come to try to find out what was going on in that room and he just looked at Sarah confused. Steph turned to him and said "Mike, go get Maria and come back here, we need to converse with our 'comrade' here." He said with a bit of a laugh at the end.
"Are you sure you want me to do that man, I mean shouldn't we just wait." Mike said in reply.
"I'll be fine, don't worry about it." Steph said with a grin before Mike decided to turn and make his way out of the room. Steph turned back to the woman who was sitting there. "Strange that you act like we've met but I don't think I've ever seen you before. And you don't seem to have your dogtags, so what is your name, rank, and squad?" He said as he moved closer to her. He stood directly in front of her, placing his gun inches below her chin. "You know what, forget your name." He said with a large smile on his face. He raised his arm with his forearm exposed, the Children of God tattoo in full view, with dried drops of blood standing out against the black tattoo. "Show me yours. If you're really one of us, you'll have one like the rest of us. If not, I think you'll find that impersonating a Child of God will get you more than just a swift execution." His grin is wide, he's really enjoying this.
"Are you sure you want me to do that man, I mean shouldn't we just wait." Mike said in reply.
"I'll be fine, don't worry about it." Steph said with a grin before Mike decided to turn and make his way out of the room. Steph turned back to the woman who was sitting there. "Strange that you act like we've met but I don't think I've ever seen you before. And you don't seem to have your dogtags, so what is your name, rank, and squad?" He said as he moved closer to her. He stood directly in front of her, placing his gun inches below her chin. "You know what, forget your name." He said with a large smile on his face. He raised his arm with his forearm exposed, the Children of God tattoo in full view, with dried drops of blood standing out against the black tattoo. "Show me yours. If you're really one of us, you'll have one like the rest of us. If not, I think you'll find that impersonating a Child of God will get you more than just a swift execution." His grin is wide, he's really enjoying this.
Yeah, you can join if you'd like, but as MatthiasAngel said you should be willing to commit to it.
And yes Amie is accepted.
As a brief note I'll just say that I'm going to be away for the next few days so if something requires my attentin I won't get to it until Tuesday at the latest.
And yes Amie is accepted.
As a brief note I'll just say that I'm going to be away for the next few days so if something requires my attentin I won't get to it until Tuesday at the latest.
Unfortunately they don't have the full song on YouTube but it does have a comedy bit with more Hannibal Buress which I can't be mad at. Anyway, this is off Open Mike Eagle's newest album Dark Comedy which is my hip-hop AOTY so far. And Hannibal Buress has the guest verse of the decade on this song, it's really funny.
The Wolf locked eyes with this new man, listening to what he had to say before saying "Do we look like Children of God to you? Armed with a baseball bat and a kitchen knife in raggedy old clothes? Come on, you have to know better than that. If you want more proof I can show you the fact that I have no tattoo on my arm but I think I've made my point clear." His eyes were still locked on the man, inflamed with a sort of passion toward protection. The Wolf then lowered his weapon a bit after the promise of food. Yes it was still risky for him to become completely disarmed but it didn't seem like this guy was going to hurt them at all. "We have no intention to steal any of your stuff, we've only stolen from those who have recently vacated this world as I'm sure you have as well."
The Seer looked at the man and hesitantly brought his knife to his side, he too was no longer as frightened as he was before, though there was obviously some lingering dread at the true intentions of the person who stood before him. Upon being asked of his expectations for this trip into the wild known as Central Park, The Seer realized it was his turn to speak but he didn't really have an answer. "We're looking for other people, the last people we saw were all Children of God." He said. "It's a bit of a long story but if you wish to know the extent of what we're trying to accomplish I would be happy the explain it to you over soup." His voice was deep and almost seemed a bit foreboding but he had good intentions. Including the dead man he had found in the forest, all of the people he had seen in the past 2 months had been Children of God, so it was nice for The Seer to find someone that may actually be able to help them in some meaningful way.
The Children of God
After what felt like a long time, the skinny man and the man known as Mike came to the room where Sarah and Matt were hiding. "Man, I really hope this isn't a bust, I mean I know we already got a few yesterday but there has to be somebody here man. What do you think Mike?" The skinny man said to his friend as he clicked the door open before hitting it with the butt of his gun so that it swung out and hit the wall beside it.
"We'll find someone I'm sure, you'll have your fun Steph, don't worry about it." Mike said as he glanced into the room Matt was hiding in before turning around to go check around somewhere else.
"I'm not worried about it, it's just fucking boring, that's all man." The man known as Steph said as he walked towards the room Sarah was hiding in. He opened this door a little slower and as he looked in a malicious grin appeared across his face. He instinctively raised his gun to point at the woman he found hiding in the room.
The Seer looked at the man and hesitantly brought his knife to his side, he too was no longer as frightened as he was before, though there was obviously some lingering dread at the true intentions of the person who stood before him. Upon being asked of his expectations for this trip into the wild known as Central Park, The Seer realized it was his turn to speak but he didn't really have an answer. "We're looking for other people, the last people we saw were all Children of God." He said. "It's a bit of a long story but if you wish to know the extent of what we're trying to accomplish I would be happy the explain it to you over soup." His voice was deep and almost seemed a bit foreboding but he had good intentions. Including the dead man he had found in the forest, all of the people he had seen in the past 2 months had been Children of God, so it was nice for The Seer to find someone that may actually be able to help them in some meaningful way.
After what felt like a long time, the skinny man and the man known as Mike came to the room where Sarah and Matt were hiding. "Man, I really hope this isn't a bust, I mean I know we already got a few yesterday but there has to be somebody here man. What do you think Mike?" The skinny man said to his friend as he clicked the door open before hitting it with the butt of his gun so that it swung out and hit the wall beside it.
"We'll find someone I'm sure, you'll have your fun Steph, don't worry about it." Mike said as he glanced into the room Matt was hiding in before turning around to go check around somewhere else.
"I'm not worried about it, it's just fucking boring, that's all man." The man known as Steph said as he walked towards the room Sarah was hiding in. He opened this door a little slower and as he looked in a malicious grin appeared across his face. He instinctively raised his gun to point at the woman he found hiding in the room.
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