☆ metalocalypse 1x1

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he stood up from his seat, slowly walking behind pickles, almost skipping, actually. they made it into the practice room, grabbing his guitar and sitting on the couch.
                    until, he was told to stand up, as he had to practice his part for one of the songs. he played his parts, though there were some mistakes, it was still pretty alright. then it was murderfaces turn, then skwisgaars turn, and so on and so forth.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          following pickles, he went over the setlist again, reading everything out loud for the others to hear, and once they made it to the practice room, is when he started making everyone do their parts by themselves. he needed to spot mistakes and correct them, since the concert was coming up quickly.
                    "alright. toki, you need to do your part again i think..there were some mistakes." he spoke, after listening to everyone's parts, toki's had the most mistakes in them. but they were small, and really, only nathan or skwisgaar, could point them out. after all, nathan WAS a perfectionist when it came to his music.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

as toki's playing, skwisgaar winces a bit every time he messes up.
not everyone can play a song perfectly, he knew that. hell, even
pickles messed up earlier. but still, it's hard not to notice. after
all, it is an instrument he's been playing ever since he was a kid.


pickles the drummer

"eh, really? i didn't hear anything wrong with it." pickles shrugs,
looking at toki. "i guess it can't hurt to go over it a few more time,
though."

william murderface

as the others were talking about toki's part, murderface looks over at
skwisgaar. he's the better guitarist, right? why doesn't toki just have
skwisgaar show him how to play his part? especially they're dating now...
"well, toki, maybe you schould jusch learn how to play as good as
schkwischgaar. he didn't make any mischtakesch." he shrugs,
going back to picking on his bass.

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he frowned at nathan, but, when murderface said what he said, he turned his head to murderface. as much as he tried to hide the fact that it hurt his feelings, it was obvious. he wanted to tell off murderface, but, he just shut up and went back to practicing the part.
                    he messed up again, this time, it was a bit more noticeable. probably from him being upset over what murderface said. he looked up at the others, frowning more.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          nathan sighed, rubbing his temples as murderface talked. great. that was gonna make this practice session better. once he heard the mistake, he sighed, saying, "toki, do it again. block out the idiot over there and just play it.." he mumbled, pointing at murderface for a brief moment.
                    he listened to toki play, the mistakes becoming a bit more noticeable, even to pickles. "you cant mess up like that on stage, toki." he spoke, raising a brow at toki. he could see the frustration written all over toki's face, but, he HAD to get the part at least ALMOST perfect, or the crowd would probably laugh at him, just like that one time he had a solo..

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

skwisgaar frowns a bit, noticing how upset toki is getting.
he reaches out, gently rubbing his shoulder. "toki? do...
you wants some helps?" he asks, voice barely louder
than a whisper. he's worried that toki will snap at him,
trying to prove he didn't need any help.


pickles the drummer

pickles glares at murderface before turning back around
to watch toki. with every practice, he grows a bit more
concerned. "forget about what murderface said, ok?
you're just as good as skwisgaar. you proved that when
you joined, remember?" he waits to see what toki
would say, turning to give another glare to murderface.

william murderface

he rolls his eyes at everyone's reactions, not looking up
from his bass. what's their problem? they're all too
sensitive. he was just trying to help... kind of.

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he shook his head, "no. i can do its." he grumbled, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes glanced at pickles, he looked quite frustrated, not at pickles, but at himself, really. he was embarrassed.
          he attempted it again, though it was better, there were only one or two mistakes. why was he messing up so much? maybe it was just a bad guitar day for him. he just continued to try to get it perfect, but just couldn't. he just stood there, waiting for murderface, pickles, nathan, or skwisgaar to pick him apart.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          he let out a long sigh, looking at toki for a moment. "..we can just practice it tomorrow." he spoke, not wanting to deal with much of murderfaces complaining, and toki's crying. he stood up from his seat and looked over at pickles. "what else do we need to do?" he asked, not noticing toki's furious expression.
                    he crossed his arms and waited for a response, raising his brow slightly.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

skwisgaar pulls his hand away, sitting awkwardly next to toki.
god, why can't murderface just... be quiet? he keeps glancing
at toki every once in a while, to make sure he doesn't start
crying or something.


pickles the drummer

pickles lets out a long sigh. of course, everything is falling
apart. god forbid they get through a practice session without
anything going wrong. as nathan asks what's next, he narrows
his eyes, thinking. "umm, next is... testing the stage effects,
i think. or something like that. ya' know, lights and stuff." he
points behind him, where several items are hooked up, wires
strung everywhere near small stage. he doesn't really understand
how any of it works, but, that doesn't really matter. right?

william murderface

he scoffs as toki keeps messing up, but doesn't bother yelling at him.
he's learned by now that yelling at toki will get him a scolding from
either nathan or pickles, and he's not really in the mood.

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he just sat there, eyes closed. maybe he was trying to calm down? he felt the need to get away from everyone, and unfortunately, that included skwisgaar. it was a jealousy thing, and he didn't know how to control it or get rid of it. so he just dealt with it.
                    he opened one of his eyes, looking over at murderface, opening both of his eyes and slightly glaring. toki was the only one there who'd given murderface multiple chances, and given murderface all of his trust, as seen when the two partnered up for the 'new band'. so why was murderface so mean to him? maybe it was murderfaces insecurities that he projected onto the others, mainly toki, for some reason.
          but, despite all of that, he decided to yet again, give murderface ANOTHER chance. he looked down, expression softening a bit, and his furious expression went to more of a blank one.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          "alright. y'know you'd expect this part to be up to the klokateers or somethin'.." he mumbled, walking over to the wires and items that were haphazardly hooked up to multiple plugins. he sighed quietly and began messing with the stuff, getting shocked by the wires a couple of times. but it somehow just didn't affect him, he does, after all, have a high pain tolerance.
                    he tested out some of the stuff, and was surprised to see that it worked...sort of. some of the stuff ended up having sparks fly everywhere, causing nathan to backup while letting out a small 'AGH!' noise.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

skwisgaar simply sighs, getting up and following the others over
to the set-up. he looks behind him once more, seeing toki
sitting by himself with his eyes closed. he sighs, turning back
around to help the others. he manages to not get shocked too
much, but that could be because he didn't do that much to help
either.


pickles the drummer

pickles shrugs, already climbing up onto the stage. "i dunno. charles said
something about how 'you need to understand how your own equipment works
if you want to be a respectable band'." he crosses his arms, imitating
charles. badly. he messes around with the various switches and cords, jumping
every time he gets shocked. he also may or may not have almost caught fire
a few times. after a while, he climbs down, looking around the room.
"alright, eh... i think that's it." even if it's not, they should clearly just call
it a day. everyone is in a bad mood in some way or another.

william murderface

wordlessly, he gets up, following the others. he doesn't climb up on the stage, though.
it's not big enough for 4 of them to move around wires and junk without getting
in each other's way. he looks back at toki, thinking of apologizing, but quickly
changes his mind. there's a lot of thing he can do, but swallowing his pride and
admitting he was in the wrong isn't one of them.

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he ended up slipping out of the room once the other four were distracted enough. he walked down the hallway, and towards his room. he opened the door, quickly slipping in and shutting it. he sat on the small chair that was next to his window, staring outside.
                    the small cat had crawled out from under the bed, hopping on the window sill and laying down, meowing at toki. he pet the small feline, smiling a bit. "yous the only one who doesn't laughs at me.." he whispered, petting the kitty gently.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          he looked at his hands which now had some black marks from the sparks. "but we aren't a responsible, or respectable band, that's why we have klokateers.." he grumbles, looking over at the others. "yeah, it was uhhh..fun. maybe we should just uhh go hang out and eat or something." he offered, his stomach growling.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

he turns around, nodding as his stomach growls as well. "yeah, we shoulds
go eats somethings." he looks around a bit, noticing that toki isn't here
anymore. where did he go? shrugging, he tries not to let it bother him. he
probably just wanted to do some coloring or something, after practicing.
still, though.. he can't help but be a bit worried. he starts walking out of the
room, going to the dining hall.


pickles the drummer

pickles grins, jumping off the stage, seemingly the only one
with any energy left. "alright! well, let's get going, i'm
starving over here." he looks around, gauging the moods
of everyone else, before noticing something. toki's missing.
"guys, do you know where toki went?" he asks, making
sure to look directly at murderface.

william murderface

he scoffs, shaking his head. "why do you think i would
noticshe where he went? it'sch not my job to be his babysitter.."
he turns away before anyone can respond to him, already following
skwisgaar out the door. he hears pickles grumbling, catching a few
phrases such 'not the point' before he leaves.