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Post by Joel Grigori on Aug 12, 2007 9:28:41 GMT -5
*Joel snaps his amp back onto his belt, and picks up his guitar and walked off. He made his way back out of the park and to the street, where he crossed behind the mobile and continued to walk to the liquor store. He grabbed himself a bottle of whiskey and after paying walked out, where he crossed the street again, this time in front of Alan's mobile. Throwing his guitar onto his back he popped out the bottle of whiskey and took a long shot grinning and laughing as he put the top back on, and started down the sidewalk, in plain site of anyone in the mobile. (Im trying to speed it up, can anyone tell? xD))
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Post by Alex II on Aug 12, 2007 10:01:47 GMT -5
((yeah, I think so...)) Alan looks out the window (it's closed at the moment) and says "Guys, it's that guitarist. I've been thinking about giving him a second chance." Alan opens the window, sticks his head out, and says "Hello. We've got a little proposition for you. Sorry that I got lost on my way back to neverland." Then, a brief flashback... Joel looked up at the collie who threw the money into his case from his fancy mobile home. "Why don't you fly on back to neverland, tinker bell..".... The flashback ends.
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Post by Joel Grigori on Aug 12, 2007 11:19:36 GMT -5
Joel shot back another shot back another shot of his whiskey, shaking his head a bit and mummbing something under his breath, turning back to see that guy again. "What is it you want this time?" He muttered, stopping and turning around, taking another mouthful of whiskey. "My time isn't worthless you know.."
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Post by Alex II on Aug 12, 2007 14:17:59 GMT -5
Alan replies "we're forming a group, and we're in need of a lead guitar. If you're interested in this offer, come on in."
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Post by Joel Grigori on Aug 12, 2007 14:41:52 GMT -5
*joel muttered something again, and took another drink* Oh yea? Well I don't waste my talent on a kiddy band, tell you me you have some half decent players... the band doesn't pick me, I pick the band.." He eyed him over then took a walk back and opened the door, and climbed up inside seeing the shorter lemur. He gave her a quick look over, remembering seeing her before. "So this is it eh?.." He asked as if he was already giving up hope for them.
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Post by Nikki the Lemur on Aug 12, 2007 18:19:56 GMT -5
AMandy looked over at this Lemur that walked, She thought back to when she was on her was to the music store and how much she liked how good he played. Then she thought for a moment and then said "So! Do you want to hear how well we all play" She said in a small sarcastic way, as she pulled her cell out and began to call her Friend who was delivering her Keyboard to her house, she was going to tell him to forget it because she was in need of it and she was only just down the street from the store, so her friend did and with in 5 min. he showed up with her keyboard and then drove away.
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Post by Joel Grigori on Aug 12, 2007 18:55:56 GMT -5
"I would think that is a question you would be asking me.." He set a stern glare over at the fox, as he took a seat and kicked both his feet up on a table, setting his bottle of open whiskey in his lap
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Post by Nikki the Lemur on Aug 12, 2007 19:40:47 GMT -5
Amandy caught Joel's glare out of the corner of her eye and then quickly turned her head and looked at him with a small little glare herself and said in a Calm yet stern tone"I was, I was asking you"
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Post by Joel Grigori on Aug 12, 2007 19:50:23 GMT -5
"No... I meant you would ask how well I play, since only two of you have heard a small fraction of me playing a few chords, which would show no real talent.." He grinned and took a shot of his whiskey.
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Post by Nikki the Lemur on Aug 12, 2007 20:07:58 GMT -5
"yes, Why don't we all play a sample of something. So we know what were dealing with" Said Amandy as she Grinned right back Joel and then walked down the Steps to go set her keyboard up
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Post by Alex II on Aug 12, 2007 22:00:33 GMT -5
Alan helps her by plugging in the keyboard's included A.C. adapter*. He then heads outside to get the drums out of the storage area, brings them all in one by one, and gets them all set up. "Anyone else need any power?" he asks.
((* note: the A.C. adapter was only an assumption about the keyboard's design. Since Nikki has the keyboard idea, I'm not sure if an A.C. adapter was in her plans for this thing. If not, please correct me on this as soon as possible. If so, at least let me know that I'm not twisting anyone's visions into oblivion.))
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Post by Anya RJolita on Aug 13, 2007 12:39:02 GMT -5
Anya gave the lemur a cold look and tried to take her guitar off "Oh good..." She looked up at the others and smiled a bit "Hum...just a moment...." She pulled it out. The electric bass guitar, with five strings, was full of drawings made by herself: a voddoo doll, a rainbow, a CND symbol and a witch. "Do you have an amplifier or something, please?" She fixed her eyes again on the lemur and rolled her eyes. "Guitarist..."I pick the band"...right..." She muttered, shaking her head. "If we are waiting for him to get sober, we will be here forever..."
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Post by Alex II on Aug 13, 2007 13:13:38 GMT -5
Alan then gets out a set of cables and mutters to himself "I wonder." He plugs a cable into the auxilary port of the RV's stereo system, then utilizes extension wires and jack adapters so the plug from the cable can fit properly into the jack on the guitar. He says "Maybe this could work." and hands Anya the adapted plug from the cble.
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Post by Joel Grigori on Aug 13, 2007 15:17:20 GMT -5
Joel looked at the shorter lemur as he shot back another mouthful of whiskey, watching as anya pulled out her guitar. Joel did in his best ability not to laugh, but couldn't help himself when he saw the many drawings over the bass. He chuckled to himself over how someone could do such a thing to their guitar. "You're d**n right I pick the band!.." He shot her a glare again, his paw tightening around the bottle. "What, you think I would just join up with any stupid excuse for a band that asked me? Hell no! If I join a band Im making sure that they have enough skill to keep up with me, cause I don't carry anyone else's weight but my own.." And with that he took the remaining whiskey in the bottle and drank it all down. Over half the bottle it was. When it was finished, he threw the bottle as hard as he could out the open door, that was right next to anyas head, letting it smash on the street. He wiped his mouth with the back of his paw. "Maybe you would like some crayons so you can continue coloring your guitar?" He laughed and set his guitar across his lap, shining it with his sleeve. His guitar was mint condition and he liked to keep it that way. "And I'm always sober.. whether you want to believe it or not.." His eyes went from a pale green to a darker shade of green.
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Post by Alex II on Aug 13, 2007 23:39:40 GMT -5
Alan plugs in Anya's bass guitar, turns on the stereo, sets it in "Aux. input" mode, and everything was ready. He blows a pitch pipe to help Anya get her guitar in tune. "When we're tuned up, anybody got any tunes in mind? How about Gangsta's Paradise?" he asks.
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