Just two rock n' roll idiots and the demon they accidentally summoned and aggressively befriended getting up to hijinks while trapped in an abandoned venue that once claimed the lives and trapped the souls of the musicians who played there, from the 80s to early 90s. And so they deal with the ghosts of hair metal and grunge. Good thing the two humans fit those niches very well!
"I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting to be dealing with a bunch of Nikki Sixx and Kurt Cobain wannabes on my Saturday night, but eh, could be worse"
HAIR METAL: @ocean-bacon-12d3
GRUNGE: Me
DEMON: @Mosis-Is-online-due-to-COVID-19
(ooh this sounds interesting!! may i join?? i might not be very active just today but i'd like to participate)
(im okay with being the hair metal dude/dudette if you don't mind!)
(Cool I'll be the demon then )
((Want me to make a form??))
Name:
Age: (about highschool age)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Looks:
Personality:
Other:
Name:Jackson Krei
Age: (about highschool age) 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality:Straight
Looks: Always wears A torn t-shirt and torn jeans . His tail is wipe like and black. His horns ate 1 foot tall. His wings are 5 feet.
Personality: Nice ,Secretev, helpfully, Funny.
Other:——
Name: Frances "Frankie" Smith
Age: (about highschool age) 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Looks: Curly brown hair she throws up in a messy ponytail, brown eyes, fair skin, freckles, a little scrawny. Usually wearing shorts, a band tee, and an over sized flannel. Very tiny.
Personality: Quiet, nice, sarcastic, awkward around strangers, rebellious, impulsive
Other: Plays guitar.
Name: Josh Silverstone
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Looks: Stands at 6'2". Mixed race. Poofy, wavy dyed black hair that reaches to just above his shoulders. One brown eye and one green one. A lot of tattoos that he got illegally. Piercings on his lips, ears, and nose. Usually wears leather, torn jeans, denim jackets with the collar flipped up, and combat boots. Lots of heavy silver rings on his fingers.
Personality: May look intimidating, but he's really nice once you get to know him. Intensely protective of his friends and family; prone to outbursts. A bad driver. Likes to break things and be loud and reckless.
Other: thick New York accent. Plays the drums.
Great! Want me to post a starter?
I'm not good with starters 😧
@CWPoofToxicRush please, go ahead!
Frankie stood in front of the looming, boarded up venue, looking up at the marquee that still had two band names on it. "Creepy, isn't it? Almost looks stuck in time…" She said, walking up slowly to the doors. "That being said, shall we time travel? Stand on the stage and dramatically sing into the empty crowd?"
(For now it's only Frankie and Josh than when u summon the demon I'm in)
Josh spit his piece of gum out on the ground. "You can say that again. Hell yeah, let's go in and rock the fuck out." He pushed his hair out of his face, noticing the planks covering the entrance. He glanced around. Seeing a bent metal pipe nearby on the ground, he picked it up and weighed it in his hand. "Ya think this'll get it open?"
Frankie stepped to the side, gesturing to the door. "By all means, go fucking wild." She said, smiling excitedly. "Let's raise a lil hell!"
Josh grinned, his tongue between his teeth. "I was hopin' you'd say that." Approaching the doors, he heaved the makeshift weapon with all of his strength. After a few blows, the thin, rotting planks were thoroughly broken. He jammed his shoulder against the door, and it swung open. Stepping back, he gestured inside. "After you." Then he winced. "What the hell. Where did that come from? Jesus." He tapped the ground with the pipe. "I'm gonna keep this in case we run into somebody."
Frankie shrugged, before walking in. "Thank you, good sir." She said, laughing softly. "Probably just a breeze. It's fall, and it's an old building…" She said, looking around the dark building, illuminated by the moonlight. She dug the flashlight she packed out of her back, flipping it on. "Whoa…"
Josh adjusted his jacket and followed Frankie inside. His eyes widened. "Holy shit. It's so…eerie. All empty and dusty…damn. Almost feels like it could be haunted."
Frankie smiled. "Well, it closed because of a bunch of mishaps. I think a few were deadly. Maybe it it." She said, walking in farther. "Lotta small-time grunge and hair metal too, so we'll fit right in with 'em!"
((oh a detail i forgot to add!! josh often wears makeup such as eyeshadow and sometimes lipstick. forgot that that's a thing for hair metal groups oof))
