forum "Punks, 2019-197-" "Wait wait wait, we can't introduce ourselves like that. What the fuck, man?" (8/8) (CLOSED!! STALKERS ARE CHILL THO)

Started December 02, 2019 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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a crash course in the whole subculture!

Thank-you! time to study lol

No problem!!!!!

Name: Bryan Hall
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Looks: Pretty pale skin with dark brown wavy hair, Grey-blue eyes and a sly smile. Pretty lean figure and a thin, defined jaw.
Personality: Doesn't talk much but he always looks like he's intensely judging you and everything you stand for…which he probably is. When he is talking he's probably flirting.
Era: 1975
Position In Band: Guitarist
Other: He has a dog named Hendrix and lives over an awesome Chinese restaurant.

(I gtg for the night guys, seeya!

Name: Terry Clarke
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Looks: https://66.media.tumblr.com/9054971fea1cd9785b703a8c68a500b2/tumblr_pd0f8geuGW1xn4mu2o1_640.png
Personality: Hyper, friendly, energetic, hold grudges, and embarrassing at times
Era: 1975
Position In Band: Drummer
Other: A lot people find his personality annoying but he moves past that.

Do we have everyone’s templates?

Yes we do.

Yeppers!!

So

Whose gonna do the starter

I got it!

Esperanza fiddled with the tuning knobs of her guitar as she listened to her band mates talk, zoning out slightly. She was a little sleep deprived, but that wasn't about to stop her from functioning. She tried to just play a few chords, already losing track of the conversation.

Amy had just arrived, already getting her bass out and starting to plug everything in. She paused for a second to brush her hair back behind her shoulders, where they belonged, and then continued, plucking each string as quietly as she could, starting to tune.

Danny hummed quietly to himself as he wandered across the cold floor of their rehearsal space, "All the lonely people," He murmured, "Where dooo they all come from?" distracted, and tripping over cables as he tried to find his phone.
As he weaved through his bandmates, searching, he thought about that poster he'd taken a picture of, stapled to a telephone pole for a potential gig somewhere down on Bowery street.
"Anyone seen my phone? I wanna show y'all somethin'." Danny asked, lifting up some coats thrown in a corner.

"Ya left it on top of my amp!" Esperanza said, barely looking up. "Why? Is there an opening for something?"

"Youuu guessed it!" Danny said, turning back and grabbing his phone from Ezzy's amp, his tattered converse bounding across the smooth ground. He scrolled through his camera roll, his fingers feeling the rough edges of his near-shattered screen. I should get this fixed.
"I don't know about it though, never heard of it. What do you guys think?" He asked, holding out his phone so they might get a good look.

(i have this idea that they walk into the club, and its full of life, and when they try to leave, the outside is tottally reverted back to 1975 as well?? idk)

((Essentially, yeah. Or they walk in and it's 1975 and they don't know how to get back???))

"CBGB's? Didn't they close a while ago…?" Esperanza asked, brow furrowed slightly. "Eh, whatever! I always wanted to go! Mis amores, all my favorites, idols, childhood crushes because i was the weird kid… they played there!"

"Sounds chill," Day said, looking up from his drums for the first time. "Can't be hurt by exploring, anyways."

"Yeah.." Danny shrugged, fiddling with a wooden bead on his necklace, "Couldn't hurt, I guess."
They needed the publicity. New York was a city where dreams came true, but behind those dreams were the dreamers; who'd need to claw their way through the crow and up the social ladder to even get a taste of fame. These days; bands like theirs were common but rarely developed; those still hopeful in trying to keep the true idea of punk rock alive.

((Nothing too big, just a bunch of kids trying to get back to their time while stuck in the birth of punk))

Esperanza nodded, smiling. "¡Hagámoslo, perras!" She said, before dropping her pick. "Fuck-"

"Yeah, that sounds cool!" Amy set her bass down on her lap, having finished tuning.

Esperanza grabbed her pick, smiling.

"Yeah?" Danny asked, looking for confirmation on his bandmates' expressions, "Alright-alright-alright, it's settled." He grinned, hopping over to the microphone and stand he'd set up earlier.

(i came up with a few band names if yall would like to see;
The Red Campaign
Memento Mori ('Remember Death' in Latin)
The Osmond Sleep Clinic
Velveteen
Soaked in Bleach
do yall have any ideas?)

((I thought the Riot Act was cool. I found it on a band name generator))

Esperanza smiled, standing up. "Great!"

((I like Velveteen!!! or Riot Act! But Velveteen is my fave I think ^^ Also, not sure if my previous question got answered or not? I may have missed it, but in case not, I'mma re-post it :3 Are we establishing turns so people don't get drowned? Sorry if it was already answered!)

"Lead the way then," Day said, setting down his things and standing, walking out to join his band.