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10-06-2010, 05:48 PM
This is a private RP between myself and Arcturus Sinclair so if you're not either of us, then please don't post in here. Thank you <3
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Name: Ali Harris
Age: 25
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10-08-2010, 05:22 PM
Ali groaned as he rolled onto his back. He had had a terrible nights sleep and was not feeling at his best. Stifling a yawn he sat up, stretching his arms. Gently running his fingers through his spiky red hair he padded over to his wardrobe. He didn't need a shower this morning, nor did he have the time anyway.
Stepping into his black skinny jeans he put on his belt and tightened it it around his skinny waist. Slipping a white t-shirt on he then put on a red and black checked hoodie, which was the exact same shade as his red socks. Tying the lases on his converse he put a touch of spray into his hair and sprayed himself with deodrant before leaving his little box bedroom.
His mother was in the kitchen, making pancakes for the family. At twenty-five Ali was a little ashamed to say that he still lived at home, but as he was trying to get his name out there he decided it was acceptable.
"Breakfast, dear?" his mother asked as he stepped into the kitchen.
"No, gotta go to the music store, they're getting the new cherry red guitars in this morning and I'm wanting to get one before they sell out."
"Alistair..." his mother said wearily, but with that, he stepped out the back door.
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10-09-2010, 06:35 AM
Elliott had been up since mid-morning, around eight. He'd been moving his stuff out of his ex's apartment into his sister's flat. He clicked the hard candy he was eating against his teeth as he unpacked the next part of his clothes. He dropped them on the doorstep, rolling his eyes. He was the lead singer of a band, which his ex was the guitarist of said band. The band was named The Guardians of Lórien or G.O.L.
He unbuttoned his shirt absently as he continued to unpack. He picked up a box and it slid out of his grip. "Shit!" he muttered, This day was just not turning out well. He rubbed his temples, trying to calm down. He was tired, and just too frustrated. Besides this, he also had to start auditions today. He remembered how the last set went when they were looking for their drummer. He sighed and chewed his lip. He kept unpacking and dug around for his key. "Gah. Where iiis iiit?" He patted his pockets, frowning.
He hated this. All of it. The moving, the auditions, the breakdown... Everything. He just wanted to breakdown, which he couldn't.
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10-09-2010, 09:01 AM
Ali sighed as he plugged in his headphones and began to listen to music as he walked towards the high street. His mother didn't understand why he frittered away any money he made on guitars. 'You have more than enough' would be what she'd say every time he came home with a new one, or a new amp or strings, or even a pick. She didn't get what playing the guitar meant to him, or even why it was so important that he bought a new cherry red today.
One of the bands that he had been a fan of religiously was looking for a new guitarist. Ali was finally confident his skills, combined with a new guitar, would be enough to wow the other members and get him his place. if he could get into the band, that would be the answer to all his problems.
He'd have no trouble leaving home, getting noticed, making more money. Also, he'd get his face out there, which was what he wanted most.
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