I know, I know. >.<' The title probably reminds you of a video game, eh? LOL, well . . . that's what you get when you let your games win you over. Join in as a rabid fan, a band member/wannabe, a helping hand, or a bit of staff. Maybe even someone who's looking for a small band to play at their party or something. :D I'd love to hear from you. ^_^


Rochelle adjusted her top hat with a sigh. She'd been waiting at the train station for over two hours, and it was getting a bit chilly. The California coast was never warm this time of year, despite what the weather chart said.
Glancing down at her bright red and black striped fingernails, the young woman looked to the sky. Her ride should have been there by now. Rapping her knuckles on her guitar case, Rochelle sighed a bit louder. Closing her brown eyes, she leaned back against the wall, setting her things down at her feet.
The breeze tugged at her bright pink hair, the longer side flitting about her face while the shorter merely zipped about annoyingly. Fiddling with the ring her in her eyebrow, the teen bit her lip impatiently.
"Come on!" she groaned, slumping against the brick wall. Already everyone from her train ride had left. She was alone . . . and it was getting colder as the wind picked up. "Any time now, guys!"
Her friends were supposed to send one of the guys to come and pick her up. They were all meeting at a local cafe, where they would then continue to pursue a place to be staged. Unfortunately, a band needed to be formed before they could play. Rochelle had come to the all-so-special Cali to look for a few oddballs.
Glancing about her, she wrapped her thin arms closer to her body. The black vest she wore was not meant for warmth, and the red tank top beneath it was for the summer air. Her red Converse shoes and black skinny pants were also meant for warmer weather.
Shivering slightly, the nineteen year old hunkered down to wait. If only she had a phone. Perhaps a private jet or something.

Issac returned onto the train to pick up Rochelle. The train was taking its time alright, he thought drastically. Sighing, he glanced at his watch. It had already gone about two hours! Why was this taking so long? He thought about her in the cold, alone. That made him pity her. Though he hardly knew this Rochelle girl, all her closer friends had other things to take care of, so he'd been the one to go back and pick her up, but even he knew she wasn't going to like waiting there for any longer, and he was going to have to deal with some girl anger.
Sighing he tightened his grip on his coat, shoving his hands inside the warm insides. Finally the train jerked forward and it didn't take long before it halted to a stop. Abruptly standing up, Issac exited the train and looked around.
Where was she? He frowned, amused. Had she enough of it and gone?

((Oh, no. It was good. :D NOw . . . . now they just need to meet. :) She's at the station and doesn't know who she's waiting for . . . and it's purty darn cold. LOL))

Issac searched the crowd and spotted her, finally. Relief washing through his face, he took a deep breath and approached her, waiting for the shouting, screaming, and perhaps violence if she was in a foul mood.
"Sorry, the train wasn't budging, something wrong with it." he says with a shrug, before thinking of explaining why him of all people came to pick her up, "All your friends had to go do something so... I was the only one left to come pick you up!" he exclaimed, feeling a little, just a little out of place.
"Name's Issac."

Cassidy sat in a chair in the cafe. The others had gone off somewhere for a 'few minutes' doing who knows what for at least half an hour. And where was Issac? He should have been here with some girl they were supposed to meet. She didn't even know her. All Cassidy knew was that her name was Rochelle. She sighed and dialed Issac's number before pressing send and put the phone to her ear, waiting for him to pick up.

Issac felt a vibration in his pocket before his ringtone started, and he held his hand up to Rochelle before slipping the phone out of his pocket and checking the caller ID. He walked away from Rochelle and paced back and forth as he began to talk. Answering, he says, "Hey Cassidy. Whats up? I'm with Rochelle right now, we'll be on the train back soon. We might take longer since the trains are in repair... I think. I think Rochelle also needs something to eat, since she's been here for about 2 hours." he says. "What of the others?"

Rochelle looked at the stranger, Isaac, warily for a moment before accepting his hand in a firm grip. "'S 'bout time," she chuckled. When his phone rang, the bright-haired girl was sure her things were ready to go and patiently waited for the young man to finish his phone conversation.
She silently watched him, shifting to stand first on one foot, and then the other, tugging at one of her many earrings. It sure was cold . . . but she wasn't about to say anything.

Anna took a seat by Cassidy as she entered the cafe.She watched as she was talking on the phone.Probably to Issac who should have been back with Rochelle by now.As she waited for Cassidy to get off the phone a waiter came by she ordered a coffee.So far Anna was the only one their who knew Rochelle well."Where are they"she whispered to Cassidy.

Sitting at a table nearby, Marc waited calmly for his waiter. His face was masked by the newspaper he always seemed to be carrying, adding to his mysterious posture. He was tired of waiting, and thinking out loud, quietly whispered.

"I have to use the bathroom."

He got up, not paying attention to his surroundings. He turned around swiftly, tripping over a table where two young girls were sitting.

((Haha, waiting for Isaac, yes? >.>'))

((Has anyone taken the position for manager yet?))

Was waiting for Cassidy... ?

((Manager is still open. :P Anything, really, is still open. LOL, and I have no clue who we're waiting for. Just wondering if it was ever going to get going again . . . *shrug*))

((It's not open no more... hehe.))

Serena walked into the cafe, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Despite her apparent age, she had a very business-like aura hovering around her. She made his way over to Cassidy and Anna's table. "Aren't they here yet?" She asked, a bit demandingly, as she sat down.

((Hehe, I'll PM all the people that are still missing. :XD Welcome, Calyx.))

This is officially dead isn't it?

((Pssh, if we're still here, it's not dead! :lol: Alright. So perhaps it ended up as everyone ditching us or something. >.>' My girl will still be at the train station, so we can just move on from there. :P))

((Good with me~))

((Okay. Here's the deal - if someone wants to jump back in, go ahead, but we're moving on. Let's just say that Isaac doesn't know which cafe to meet at, and the phone just cut out. That way, we can just meet in another cafe or something. :) So . . . back on the last page, where I posted, that's where we can pick up. ^_^ So . .. Isaac, you're up. :heart:))

(( Alright... I'm up then. Sorry for the delay. ))

Issac had been trying to listen to what Cassidy said, but her voice was muffled, and before he knew it, the connection cut off. Looking at his phone with a frown, he looked at the sky. Thunder rolled ahead and clouds were closing in. His frown cleared. "Right." he muttered, and turned to face the girl. "Ok.. so.. I have no idea where they are. The connection was cut." he explained, and again, his eyes moved their way to the sky.
"We should probably get in the train now."

Rochelle nodded. "Good idea," she said with a smile, picking up her belongings. Her guitar case, her suitcase, and her purse. Everything was ready to go. Motioning toward the train with her head, she grinned. "Let's go." The pink-haired youth stepped onto the train first, coincidentially dropping her purse in the process. "Aw, sh-" She cut herself off, shaking her head. Moving to set her stuff somewhere in the luggage area, Rochelle hopped back out and started to pick up everything that had scattered. "Sorry 'bout that."

"Ergh, this is ridiculous." Serena muttered, pushing her glasses up her nose slightly. "As much as I pay for this stupid phone, it should NOT cut out on me!" The girl, despite her age, had a very business-like aura hovering about her petite frame as she furiouisly dialed numbers into her phone. "Everyone's cell is down... this is ridiculous. I'll try Isaac again." She muttered, putting the phone up to her ear.

Kodex sat at the far back of the train. Her cap was pulled down over her eyes and her head laying on the back of the seat. The music blaring out of her headphones was loud enough for the whole train car to hear. Her head nodded slightly to the beat as she played the air guitar.

Issac grinned and nodded, following close behind Rochelle. The moment her purse touched the floor he scrambled to the floor to help her, not really to be polite, but more not to miss the train. Once he had placed everything back in the bag, along with the things that she had picked up, he gave her the purse and smiled, before warning, "We should probably get in the train. Don't want to miss it now do we?" he asks with a grin, and quickly jumps into the train, a thought of losing all her luggage on his mind.

"Thanks, Spot," Rochelle laughed, jumping into the train just as they started to close it up for departure. Glancing about at the occupants, her eyes lingered on one of them - a girl wearing a cap with her music blaring loud enough to hear in Texas. Of course, her thoughts were interrupted by Isaac's ringtone.
"You're cell is ringing," the pink-haired youth poked Isaac's chest with her striped nail, smiling. Tossing her purse on top of her other belongings, the young woman moved to sit next to the "Loud" girl, patting the seat beside her for Isaac to take. She was too excited to bother being calm.
Leaning over slightly, she listened for a few seconds before nodding to the beat that Kodex listened to. Rochelle laughed to herself before turning her attention back to Isaac, waiting for him to sit down and answer his cellphone.