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[GutterPunk]

Two very successful bands have been rivals since they first met. They're four years into their rivalry, each with a strong fanbase. Both bands are of the punk rock/metal genre, and have five members each, ten in total. After their last albums didn't sell as well as they had hoped, they were short quite a bit of money. A tour would be the perfect way to fix it right? Well, suddenly they were informed of the combined tour, and neither band was too excited about it, but they agreed. Ten enemies touring together for eight months. What could go wrong?

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[GutterPunk]

rp rules

one | all cs rules apply.
two | one band member per person, but you may have groupies, friends, family, or crew.
three | minimum of three sentences.
four | reservations last one day.
five | drama please, but don't overdo it.
six | be realistic with ages. a 16 year old would not be in the band that's touring.
seven | no romantic relations with your own character. they may be past lovers, but not current.
eight | lgbt+ are accepted.
nine | no characters are perfect, and no god play.
ten | i trust you have read the rules, if not you will not be accepted.
eleven | no one under the age of seventeen will be accepted.
twelve | to be in a band you must be at least nineteen.
thirteen | there will be real consequences for your actions.
fourteen | all forms in the discussion thread.
fifteen | disable signatures in the roleplay.

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the bands ;;
please remember to post
your forms in the discussion forum
name | age | user
open position you get to choose
from back up guitarist, back up
vocals, keyboard, or anything
other instrument.

band 2 ;;

vocalist
reagan | twenty | jaedina

guitarist
bandit | nineteen | the wild one.

bassist
mariana | nineteen | decipher

drummer
[open]

back up vocalist
jasmyne | nineteen | decipher

groupies
whiskey | nineteen | gutterpunk
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band 1 ;;

vocalist
jordan | nineteen | lioness;

guitarist
vanechka | twenty two | gutterpunk

bassist
gabriel | nineteen | whistling lisa.

drummer
ryan | twenty one | abscond

open position
[open]

groupies
jace | twenty one | jaedina
jaed | nineteen | jaedina
harriet | twenty | whistling lisa.
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current season ;;
summer
fall
winter
spring
relationships ;;
jordan x open
vanechka x open
gabriel x open
ryan x open
open x open
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reagan x open
bandit x open
mariana x open
drums x open
jasmyne x open

location ;;
Pomona, CA
San Antonio, TX
Nashville, TN
Atlanta, GA
Miama, FL
St. Petersburg, FL
Pittsburgh, PA
Cincinnati, OH
Toronto, ON
Chicago, IL
Maryland Heights, MO
Milwaukee, WI
Salt Lake City, UT
Denver, CO
San Diego, CA
Los Angeles, CA

[GutterPunk]

[Now accepting members! Please
remember to post your forms
and all ooc talk in the discussion
thread.]

[GutterPunk]

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Twenty Two | Band 1 Guitar

V woke up as their tour bus skidded to a halt, making the tall man nearly hit the bottom of his bunk. He groaned, holding his head with his hand as he moved the curtain and looked out, "What's the deal, man?" He called out to the driver, not giving much thought to his other possibly sleeping band mates. The driver announced they were at their destination, and joked that V should work off his hang over before the set. V grumbled something under his breath at him as the driver exited the bus, slamming the door behind him. V huffed, and slid off his bunk. He had chosen the top, since he was the tallest in the band it was easier for him to get in and out of. Thoughtful, right? He grabbed a pair of blackout sunglasses from his bag and put them on, not bothering to put actual pants on before walking to the coffee maker and setting it to make a pot. V yawned, muttering to himself in russian while he went back to his duffel bag, pulling out a plain black tank, his usual battle vest, and some patched up jeans he kept. He quickly got dressed and did his usual morning duties before coming back to his coffee and starting to make a cup, not taking off his sunglasses.

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Ninteen | Band 2 Groupie

Whiskey had already gotten out of bed and showered by the time her alarm went off. She was over excited for today, the first day of the tour. The first day she'd be officially away from home for a long time. The excited girl already had all of her things packed, and stacked nicely in a few bags by the door. She looked at herself in the mirror, taking in a deep breath. "It's not until later.. what am I doing?" She questioned herself. Whiskey shrugged and took her things out to her car. Might as well get good parking now right? She ran back inside, petting her cat and kissing his head before locking the door and running out to her car again. She glanced back at her home after starting the car, but quickly looked to the road and took off towards the fair grounds. Once parked, Whiskey locked her car and eagerly hopped out. Being hours early did give her a great spot. To her surprise there was already a few other cars around. She shrugged to herself and started walking around, looking for a cafe of some kind.

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|| J a s m y n e ||

[] Nineteen [] Female [] Backup Vocalist of Band 2 []

Jasmyne sat at a built in booth on her band's tour bus, drinking a cup of black coffee as she calmly looked out the window. They had a tour coming up with the other band, and she wasn't very excited to share a tour. The bands had always been rivals with each other, why would she have to cooperate with them for a tour? They deserved the tour, they had always been better in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she let out a sigh she had been holding in for too long. "What a way to start a morning."

[coyotebluff]

Jordan Sands
nineteen || male || band one lead vocalist
I wake with a start when our tour bus suddenly slams on it's breaks, causing me to hit my head on the wall of my already small bunk. I yelp, instantly sitting upright and poking my head out of my bunk to glare at the driver. "Seriously, man?" I snap, before running my fingers through my brown hair then throwing the covers off of me. What a way to start off someones morning. I slide off the top bunk and land with a soft thud on the floor, then over to my black duffel back and unzip the main pouch to grab my clothes. A plain white fitting tee-shirt, and black skinny jeans with holes in the knees. Lovely. I stifle a yawn as I make my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I'm done, I stare at my tired reflection and messy brown hair. Eh, good enough. I need coffee anyway, coffee is more important than my hair right now. As I head into the tiny "kitchen" I see V already making coffee, so I muster up a small smile which leads to another yawn. "G'morning, mate." I say tiredly, placing my hands on his shoulders from behind him and giving them a light squeeze before sitting down at the booth.

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Twenty Two | Band 1 Guitar

V jumps a bit as some one talks, and places their hands on his shoulders. As close as the band was, he still wasn't too fond of the touching. "No morning is good." He responds in his thick russian accent. He moves to the side so Jordan can get to the coffee. "We need a new driver.. this one is eh..." he pauses, obviously thinking of the right word. "He sucks." he finally said bluntly, pulling something in a clear bottle out of the cupboard and dumping some in his coffee. It was no secret, V liked his alcohol and everyone knew it. V let out a huff as he sat down on one of the seats and looked out the window, he wasn't excited to be touring with the other band.. in fact he had wanted to deny the offer, but being as low on money as they were they couldn't exactly just deny it.

[coyotebluff]

Jordan Sands
nineteen || male || band one lead vocalist
I look over my shoulder when V mentions the driver, rolling my eyes at the fool before looking back at the guitarist. "Yeah, no kidding." I say blandly, watching as he pours some kind of alcohol into his coffee. I raise my eyebrows at him, my eyes flicking from him to his coffee and back again. I simply shrug before sliding out of the booth and getting my own coffee, mixing sugar and cream until it was perfect. I sit back down across from V, taking a sip. "So... what do you think of our upcoming tour?" I ask, knowing he was just as displeased as I was that we were touring with quite possibly the worst band in existence. What were out directors thinking, honestly.