02-26-2004, 11:27 PM | #31 |
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"Hey, after seeing what you can do, I'd be glad to lend you my talents."
He threw the drumstick in his right hand up, caught it with the other, and extended a hand to Thumpan. "Glad to be working with you." |
02-26-2004, 11:36 PM | #32 |
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The larger man met his handshake with a firm grip of his own.
Suddenly, Thumpman had an idea, and started to ramble on. "Hey, there's supposed to be a concert tonight for charity to show off some of the newer musicians out there. You wanna come with me? We'd be late, but at least we could check out the competition, maybe even perform. What do you think?" I'd have to go in disguise of course, 'cause I don't want to be pestered by the fans or other musicians...
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02-26-2004, 11:46 PM | #33 |
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"Sounds good. Though I wonder what kind of songs you'd do... Well, if it doesn't have any drumming in it, I can still sing. People have said I can scream like Chester..."
OOC: edited odd italicization, or whatever you call it... Last edited by Dante; 02-26-2004 at 11:49 PM. |
02-26-2004, 11:51 PM | #34 |
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"We have no time, we gotta hurry. Let's think that up on the way there." Thumpman said as he threw on a long, black leather overcoat, swapped his blue sunglasses for black, and wore his blank black baseball cap, which he wore backwards like his other one.
He grabbed the jeys for his black Escalade and hit the 'unlock' button, as well as hitting the button that made one of the large hangar doors open, just tall enough to allow about 2 feet of clearance for his SUV to fit through. "So, would you like to drive yourself, or do you want to ride in the Thumpmobile? We could plan better if we rode in the same car." |
02-26-2004, 11:55 PM | #35 |
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"My kit's in my SUV, but I think there's a way around that..."
Johnny went up to his vehicle and tapped it on the ground. The car chirped twice and its lights flashed as the doors unlocked. He reached inside and set a few dials, then closed the door again. The SUV revved its engine up as he did, and Johnny walked over to Thumpman. "My SUv's got an auto-pilot function. I can have it follow you, and we can talk in the... is that an Escalade?" |
02-27-2004, 12:00 AM | #36 |
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At the concert, an eighteen wheeler pulled up to one of the back entrances for bands to come in. A figure in a black trenchcoat with a black shirt and khaki pnats jumped out and started to walk around to the back. The security guard there noted the odd figure, and the fact that he wore sunglasses at night, and had that bright red bandana with the red pnytail coming out the back, triggered some thought in his head. As the person walked up, the guard said, "Hey, you, what band are you with there, buddy? You got a license?"
The person stopped and looked at him for a second, then pulled out ID. The guard looked at it and said, "Well I'll be, it really is you. Coming out of retirement, eh? Well, if reports are true, you aren't much for talking, but I'm pretty sure whatever you have planned is fine. Coming on your own with no band?" At this the person spoke, "Yeah, it's been a long time. Too long really. I've done what I set out to do, and now it's time to get back into the game. I heard osmeone else took the title..." He left that end as half question, half statement. The guard nodded, "Yep, some new kid. Sure, he's good and all, but it's just not the same. Ohh, I see why your back now... We'll keep it our little secret though, eh? Anyway, I'll leave you to your devices, if you need anything, just give a shoat. Have a good night, Mr. Dezil." The gaurd walked back into the gaurd shack. Dezil smiled, it was good to be back. He lifted the back of the truck up and walked inside. He grabbed his trusty keyboard, all he needed right now, and made sure the rest of his gear was good to go, then closed it back up and headed inside. OOC: Booyah! Techmasta' D has arrived!
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02-27-2004, 12:02 AM | #37 |
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"Yup. Dezil said it was the best car there was, and my cut of one of our shows was pretty good, so I bought it. Not outright, but it's been two years and it should be paid off by now." He pressed another button on his keychain.
"Go ahead and load your stuff in back with my DJ equipment." He was about to step in, when he forgot something. He quickly ran over to his office, and came out, producing an old boombox. "Can't forget my first boombox. This is what got me into the biz, and I'd never go to a show without it. I guess you can call it my good luck charm." He jumped in the driver's seat, and turned on the car while opening the front passenger door. "Hop in!" |
02-27-2004, 12:05 AM | #38 |
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OOC: Wb.
BIC: The drummer looked the boot over. "Cool, there's enough space for my stuff in here," he mused. "One less thing to worry about." Moving quickly, he transferred his kit into the back of the Escalade, and when Thumpman opened the passenger door for him, he settle in and closed the door. "Not bad... the leatehr upholstery's great," he said, nodding. "Well then... let's hit it!" |
02-27-2004, 12:16 AM | #39 |
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[OOC:] My, how fast the Thumpmobile can go! [/OOC]
The duo arrived at the back gate for the musicians, a security guard stopping them. "Excuse me, do you have an ID, sir?" Thumpman rolled down his tinted driver's side window and tossed out one of his purple hats, the gold T standing out in the low lighting of the parking lot. "Thumpman's back with a friend. Keep this as a souvenir, and don't tell anyone I'm here, okay?" Before the security guard could respond, Thumpman parked and exited his car, grabbing his trusty old boombox with an mp3 CD inside, holding all of his favorite songs and personal mixes in it. Good thing I made a few improvements on my boombox, otherwise I'd have to lug around my CD wallet, too. He slung his 'box over his shoulder. "C'mon, Johnny. It's showtime. And if anyone asks, I'm a newcomer to the industry, alright? I don't want anyone botherin' me until we go on." He smiled. It's good to be back...hey, is that Dezil's semi truck? |
02-27-2004, 12:22 AM | #40 |
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This was it, teh beginning for him. Here would be where he would make himself a bigger name, isolating him forever from the group the "Thumpmastas" by saving everyone. Now if he only knew how to fight.
He closed his eyes in concentration, mentally preparing himself as several of the vending machines neared him. I won't fail, I have to protect these people and I have to be somebody again. The machines had lined up, targetting the popstar. "DRINK DIET COKE!!! IT ROXORS!!!" the vendors yelled monotonously as they fired cans of said soda at Ripel, AKA "Solo". Solo did not move, he was not worried. He had a secret weapon. "Fangirls, ATTACK!!!" Pointing at his enemies groups of girls wielding cans of Dr Pepper appeared and hurled their missiles at the evil machines. Ripel grinned as he watched his forces' cans of Dr Pepper knock away the evil cans of Diet Coke. "Dr Pepper, always better yo. Now it's time to finish this," he said as he raised his microphone, grinning. "OMG!!!111!!!" a voice behind him screamed. "hE R GU|\|4 51|\|93rs!!!" Oh crap. My weapon has backfired. It was too late for him, that scream earlier had grown to two, which had grown to four, which had grown to...well, too many to count. Soon, he had a bigger problem to face. Rabid fangirls. The most dangerous animal there is on earth. Life or enslavement are my choices. Better run. "AAAHH!!!" The vending machines who had been fighting earlier him, seeing that Ripel had now been chased off by the girls, sat down, drank their EVIL Diet Coke and laughed at his expense. |
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