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Post by Saya Shuri on Jan 16, 2008 2:34:22 GMT -5
((That's totally understandable.))
Dor blinked several times as he slowly calmed down. This guy bothered him, but Dor liked how blunt and to-the-point he was. He stood up slowly and cleared his throat a bit.
"I'm Dorgan Belak; but please call me Dor. I'm also known as the Growler." The last words he uttered in his signature low growl, bringing it up from the pit of his stomach with total ease.
"And yeah to the music part. I've been gig-hopping for months trying to find one that'll stick, but they all either hate my style or I keep being late and getting booted. And you guys know how hard it is to be musicless in this life..."
He glanced back and forther between Nimi and the other guy, not even noticing that his hand had moved up to begin toying with his mic hung around his neck* He stayed quiet, waiting for an answer.
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Raster
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Post by Raster on Jan 16, 2008 3:08:29 GMT -5
Rylan raised his gaze from a nearby outfit and watched Dor.
"I'm also known as the Growler."
The man issued this with an impressively deep growl. Tilting his head to one said he smiled. He'd never been able to do that, but still had to admire the skill. Rylan pointed a thumb in the direction of his face.
"My names Rylan... Uh, Rylan Stralzone. You may have known me from eXorsyst. Done a few tours, nothing fancy. But uh... I had to leave due to complications I'd rather not think about right now. So I now have no band and no job. Not much to do for a former lead-guitarist in the nearby area."
He smiled as Dor absentmindedly stroked the necklace.
"Nice mic by the way."
He longed to ask Nimi how long he had been living here, and why he hadn't seen him move in, but knew he wouldn't get much out of him somehow. Anyway, it was superfluos to the discussion at hand. Apparently these people were stuck in the same boat he was. And maybe, just maybe, he'd hit the stroke of luck he'd been looking for for the past few months...
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Post by SilverSugar on Jan 16, 2008 4:32:59 GMT -5
After hearing his guest's brief backgrounds Nimi caught himself almost willing to describe his own. It was rather surprising how he was beginning to feel already around these mere strangers. If they asked anything more of him he'd probably end up talking, so it was most unusual indeed. Although, if these two knew anything about the events of the theater district five and a half years ago they already knew his background, it had been all over the news for many months... Nimi mentally shook off the reoccurring thoughts.
"How does Dor's tale not surprise me?" Nimi's eye lit up with amusement, "At least his voice finally seems suited for something." Yes, Nimi was very interested in hearing the man sing something. Swiftly he grabbed at a piece of sheet music from the floor, fortunately it was one that had lyrics scrawled along with it - the lyrics read: Often forsaken by the dark a sweet broken mistress finds only irons and whistle-tailed felines... The rest of the lyric notes were scratched out as it really wasn't Nimi's best work, but it would do in order to get a sample of these two's talents. He cast an eager glance at Rylan as he took a step toward Dor, his look clearly said "you next friend."
"...If you don't mind..." Nimi said offering the page to the white-haired singer, "...may we see you love the mic?"
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Talky Count: 33 - in case you were keeping track.
*laughs at Nimi* He's got such weird ways of speaking when he does. Further example: When requesting someone to play a piano he'll say "let's hear you make love to the piano," or "play it like you'd hold your lover." I thought it would give his speech a little flavor. *laughs at him more* I'm sure he realizes that's not normal.
Saya-san, for your next post, if you wanted to OOC link us to a music clip that has an example of Dor's talents that would be cool. Other than that, do what you will.
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Post by Saya Shuri on Jan 16, 2008 18:27:20 GMT -5
((OOC Link - Becoming the Bull - Atreyu. Dor's singing voice sounds similar to the main singer's voice, and the growl is identical to when he growls "Become the bull!" He alternates between singing and growling.)) Dor blinked at Nimi, then took the paper and scanned the lyrics. he smiled very slightly, his mind finding the perfect rhythm to match the short lyrics to his particular style. He memorized them, then cleared his throat and raised his mike. He closed his eyes and took as deep a breath as he could, let it out, then took a smaller, though still deep, breath, and launched into his growl-singing. ((fyi, bold is growl, non bold is regular voice singing, which he sounds kinda good at. A line-break means there's a slight pause there.)) "Often!
For-sak-en!
By the dark
A sweet!
Broken mistress!
Finds only irons,
And whistle-tailed fe-lines!" He drew out the last syllable of 'felines' for several seconds, doubling over and putting all his heart into it. His mic, as usual, amplified his voice just enough to fill the room with perfect vocal acoustics. As Dor finished the note, he straightened up, beaming and still holding the sheet-music. "Nice song. Gonna finish it?" He asked Nimi innocently. |
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Post by SilverSugar on Jan 16, 2008 19:01:33 GMT -5
Nimi shut his eyes leaning his head back ever so slightly in order to focus. The slight expression on Nimi's face like that of those enjoying classical music or opera rather than one listening to the thick growl heard most often by beasts or metal singers... Ah, but that was how Nimi was, any form of music had that effect on him when done properly, and Dor's voice was... "Acceptable... Yes, quite acceptable." he thought with a mental smile.
There was a broad grin upon Dor's face when he finished. He clearly put his soul into every note. Nimi flicked open his eyes and looked directly at Dor as he complemented his lyrics, "Nice song. Gonna finish it?"
Nimi thought about this for a moment, took the sheet from Dor gave it one more look over, and replied vaguely, "Perhaps..." He didn't really plan on it, but he did have something very similar in mind.
Now Nimi turned to address Rylan, "And what of your sweet lover there?" He gestured to the guitar case leaning against his wall.
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YouTube tried to kill my computer, but that was expected. I got a lot out of your post though. Very cool. I'll load the video later. Thanks!
raster same concept. Although for us non-voice musicians description's gotta be really tight. I think you can pull it off though. After your post I'll come in with something shiny too!
What do we all think of the thread so far?
Oh and hey, other members can join in the fun too you know.
Just because the door is locked, doesn't mean you can't get in, meaning knock knock... Please don't break down Nimi's door, he only rents the place!
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Post by jewelflare on Jan 17, 2008 23:22:44 GMT -5
Flaira looked up expectantly from were she was sitting in the waiting room chair and saw the doctor shake his head sadly.
"we are sorry Miss Foxwood but we don't know what is causing your sisters illness," said the doctor " there are a few more tests we would like to try, but she will have to remain here for the time being. your parents have already agreed."
Flaira looked at him with interest , so her parents had spoken with him, that was strange after wanting nothing to do with ether her or her sister Elaina for two years now. gritting her teeth a bit she smiled and said, "I see, and when will these tests end ?"
"We're not sure it may be a month or it may be a year depending on how long it takes us to find out what the cause of this is." the doctor replied.
"Well it would seem I have no choice in the matter. if that is what my parents wish, so be it" she said, getting up to leave, she turned away and added. "tell my sister that I have work to do, but I'll come and see her before visiting hours are over." than she walked out of the hospital door and into the sunlight outside.
Flaira felt like screaming as she glared at the ground before her on her way to the restaurant where she worked, "at least it has stopped raining." she thought looking at the puddles on the ground. anyway she knew that screaming would not help her to feel better, no the best way to get her frustration out was through her music. she was grateful that, that was her job. glancing at her watch Flaira realized just how long she had been at the hospital.
"shoot I'm going to be late," Flaira thought. speeding up her walk to a run, she turn down one of the back alleys for a short cut. she nearly ran in to someone heading the opposite direction. looking up just in time to swerve around them missing this person by inches. "Sorry" she said running past. out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed a black blur and some very bewildered looking brown eyes.
((OOC:Sorry guys I'm new at this so bear with me okay? ))
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uniquelycat
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Post by uniquelycat on Jan 25, 2008 23:02:40 GMT -5
Name: Secura Mc'Ann aka: flamma fontis (meaning the flame that springth forth) Age: 19 Gender: Female chosen "weapon" (instrument): Pan Pipes Visual Description: she is 5'6 with short light blond brown hair with koolaid red tips. she has eyes that seem to change color often though they always have brown in them. Her signature color is an orange-red. though, sometimes you can find her in other fall colors and even black. when out and about she wares a long black trench coat. she has been said to be a "spit fire". she has a bubbly personality and tends to annoy. she is a person you ether love or hate. no in betweens. Alignment (Melodies or Discords): she is fiercely loyal. you mess with her friends and you better run. though she loves to tease them herself. she believes lieing and thieving is a crime. even though she would do either to protects those she loves. she makes up her music as she goes. it tends to change constantly with her mood. sticking in the minds of others. they seem to find them selves humming it at odd and random times. the flow of life around her seems to keep time with her music slowing when she slows, speeding up when she speeds up. people say that her music is actually a feeling rather then a sound. they find themselves depressed with her rare sad tunes and joyful with her more often happy jigs. her most quoted phrase: "music is a feeling meant to tell a story and express ones self. there is no wrong note, but a unique opportunity to create something new, to journey down another path." music style: celticish, usually a happy bubbly tune  ((OOC: please be patient. I'm new.....may I join in? )) |
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Post by Saya Shuri on Jan 26, 2008 19:53:21 GMT -5
((Blitz's post here was deleted because it was inappropriate. He has asked to drop out - would have been more appropriate in a PM - and so he won't be posting anymore. Two members of this RP are currently waiting on Raster to overcome his writer's block. Good luck, Raster!))
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