forum why do I keep making more rps? that's a good question//one on one (closed)

Started May 25, 2019 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

ahhh they're honestly such a perfect fit

and are we doing post-concert? that way I can write a starter and you can respond when you want tomorrow?

Yeah, I'd say post-concert. Most likely at a bar since that's where Luana probably spends most of her time–if she's not out throat punching people.

Marx was exhausted, if she was being honest. The other three guys in the band were all out running around, being stupid and running into each other and saying hi to people while they chugged liquor that probably tasted like rocket fuel. The drummer, however, was nursing something brightly-colored at a bar stool off to the side. She had long changed from her stage outfit, as it was heavy and covered in so many silver chains and spikes she looked like the concept of "emo" turned human. That was what she got for letting Cory pick the outfits for that performance, she guessed. She was wearing one of her many bro-tanks, all in comfy clothes now that the performance was over and she didn't need to look flashy, her free hand occasionally fiddling with a little string off the ripped black tights she was wearing under the pale white shorts she had chosen to offset the black and white of her tank top. Her legs swung idly, skate shoes tapping against the metal of the stool as she looked around, half-turtled in a black and white bandanna

Look at those idiots. Luana glared at the three guys running around like drunk hooligans. Her gaze went unnoticed, however, as she was perched on a lone table in a dark corner where no one cared to see her, one foot dangling off the side while the other was pulled up. She didn't mind the lack of attention–hell, that's why she picked this spot. She'd much rather go unnoticed than get caught up into something she'd regret later. The bar was busy, and these were the times she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut and just watch from the sidelines. She could revel in the drunken misery of others.
Luana had gone to the recent concert, but only because of Kade. He had insisted that she needed to let her hair down and just enjoy something in her damn life. And, once again because of Kade, she wasn't wearing her preferred comfy clothes. She was wearing his preferred style. She had on a cropped leather vest over a form-fitting light gray tank, those emo black skinny jeans with the buckles all over them, fingerless leather gloves, some really uncomfortable black, platform heeled boots that came up to just above her ankles, about five braided leather wristbands that she kept chewing on for no reason, and, of course, her usual piercings, choker necklace, and ring. Her hair was unbound as well, but she missed her beanie. Kade had wanted her to have a fake lip ring to finish off the look, but she had had enough of him playing dress-up.
She knocked back the remainder of her drink and stared at the empty glass, contemplating if she should fight through the sea of drunk bodies to get another drink, or just keep to the shadows until it all died down.

(ohhh my god I love that song)

Eventually, one of the guys splintered off from the main group of idiots, laughing as he swung around a mug of beer. "Marx, Marx, ya gotta–gotta dance or somethin' with us!" he slurred partially, giggling as he nearly fell on top of the poor girl, who pulled back just before she could be splashed by the mostly-full glass the other had. She looked over at what the other two were doing curiously, only for her expression to immediately fall when she saw that the other two had started making out in front of a small crowd that were all cheering as the two broke the kiss only to finish off the last of their drinks. So she shook her head at the guy trying to pull her to the crowd, and the poor guy immediately started pouting in a way that was nearly heartbreaking even with the ridiculously dark sunglasses the other still had on. So she shook her head again, only for the pout to intensify in a way that made Marx worry someone might think she just broke the poor guy's heart or something

Luana cringed and pulled both her legs up as someone tried grabbing her and pulling her into the increasingly wilder crowd. There was no way in hell she would join in with all that, and her feet were already killing her with the ridiculous shoes she had on. Her eyes bounced around the room, the color more of a black right now. She had found that her eyes–though a naturally dark hazel–tended to change color depending on her clothes and sometimes even surroundings.
Her gaze snagged on a familiar head of bright blonde hair, and she groaned. Kade. No doubt trying to find her and get his way with her. More often than not, she had gotten a vibe from him that she didn't particularly care for; more so tonight than usual, especially with the dress-up. She shook her head and slid off the table, then weaved between the tightly packed bodies towards the bar. Her legs wobbled as she fought to keep her balance on the stupid shoes while she was getting rammed with elbows and shoulders and hips. A few times, she had to duck to avoid someone randomly making out with her. Finally, she made it to the bar and ordered some liquor.

The man kept pouting for another solid thirty seconds before Marx just shook her head again. "Kaden, no," she said softly, her voice still pitched closer to the more masculine voice she usually used during her concerts. She gestured over to the two in the middle of the crowd, giving him shooing motions. The man huffed, taking a swig of his drink before walking off to go re-join the mob of drunks and partygoers. Marx huffed softly, moving the bandanna a little so she could take a quick sip of her own drink. She was going to need the alcohol at this point, at least enough that she was still coherent enough to call a cab when they all got done screwing around–or, in the case of the rest of her band, screwing in general.

Luana caught the little interaction from the corner of her eye, and she noted that at least one of them was a member of the band she had watched earlier today. By logical deduction of how close the two seemed, she guessed that the soberest person of the entire bar was another member. She shrugged to herself and sat on the nearest barstool, hunching over and downing yet another drink. Caught up in the buzz the alcohol gave her, she eventually spoke to no one in particular. "Place is getting crazy, huh? Almost too crazy, if you ask me."

Due to being right next to Luana, when Marx heard the other speak she looked over at the stranger with mild curiosity. She took another slow sip of her drink before deciding to actually try and say something back. After all, it was hard to make friends when you didn't talk. "It's probably our fault. They like to party," she said just loud enough to be heard over the roar of music and the crowd, gesturing to where the other three members of the band were currently having a drinking contest, complete with the guy she was just talking to, Kaden, being dared to kiss the lead singer, Damien, and doing so in a manner that made Marx snort from just how ridiculous it was

Luana glanced back and snorted as well, turning back to her newly refilled drink. "So I was right–you're a member. Nice show, I guess." Probably a little rude to say to a band member, but most of the time Luana just really didn't want to be there. Kade had forced her to go–and in this stupid outfit, no less. She probably would've enjoyed it more if she wasn't mentally stabbing Kade the entire time. She took a few swigs of her drink, considering just wrapping this up and escaping while she could before she was spotted by the cause of her discomfort.

Marx just nodded at that. She wasn't exactly one of the more popular members, or the most liked. She didn't usually party or cause chaos like the rest of the band, so most people just weren't exactly interested in her. That, and she played drums, something she always felt put her at the back of everyone's mind, even if she sang as well. But it didn't really matter, because she wasn't in it for the fame. But seeing as how it would probably be rude to stop talking, she spoke up again. "Was there a song in particular you liked?" she asked, just trying to make small talk now

Luana tilted her head as she replayed the concert in her mind. Though she had been distracted almost the entire time, there were a few songs that had caught her interest. She didn't know what they were called, just that she liked the sound of them. "There were about two or three that I liked. Don't know what they were called, but I'd probably listen to them again if given the chance." She shrugged and turned to face the band member. "Sorry, just don't really listen to music all that much."

"It's fine. You must have never heard them before then, right?" Marx asked, sipping her drink as she stretched out a little, feeling ever so slightly cramped sitting on the bar stool like this. There wasn't much in the way of leg room, but she would manage, and it's not like she would just get up and move in the middle of a conversation

"Nope. A friend of mine dragged me along with him." Kade wouldn't exactly be someone that Luana would classify as a 'friend,' but it was better than saying 'a person that I know.' She glanced over her shoulder and swore under her breath in Spanish. "Don't mean to be rude," she honestly couldn't care less if she were being rude or not, "but there's a particular person I have to hide from. If I suddenly get up and leave for a bit, that'd be why." Kade was looking around the bar with a confused and slightly worried look. Luana was glad that he hadn't spotted her just yet, but her luck only went so far. She'd have to flee eventually.

Marx tilted her head slightly in confusion, then in concern. "Do you need help getting out of here? The others won't miss me, I can call you a cab or something," she said, voice a bit quieter now as she began looking around the bar as inconspicuously as she could, trying to spot anyone strange-looking who might be after the person she was talking to. It didn't hurt to help someone out, and she didn't like the idea of letting some creep hurt someone at all

Luana shrugged and knocked back the rest of her drink. "Not that big of a deal. I just don't want to be his next conquest." She wasn't too concerned about getting caught. She could just throat punch him and be on her merry way. But then her little 'gang' would be a bit dysfunctional for a while following that stunt. Kade was, after all, nominated to be this year's ring leader. If she assaulted him for a relatively pointless thing–he would definitely spin it to his advantage–she just might be kicked out of the gang. Then she'd have to find another group to take her in. Finding the Wolverines had been hard enough.

At that, Marx seemed to make up her mind, whether Luana liked it or not. "Come on, the hotel we're staying at is a block or two away," she said, getting up and paying for her drink before glancing over at Luana. She made a little gesture towards her at the bartender before sliding another bill to them, paying for Luana's drink as well as she cast one last look over at the rest of her band. They were all still partying, which would give her enough time to help Luana and have their driver grab them from the bar

Luana flicked her brows up at that. She couldn't exactly say no, as this stranger seemed to have their mindset. But she also wasn't one for charity. "And can leave on my own. And pay for my own drink." However, she sighed and stood up as well, wincing at her sore feet yet again. Damn you Kade and these godforsaken shoes. "Alright, fine. But only this once since I'm feeling generous and just a tad desperate. Punching him might sound appealing, but the consequences aren't exactly ideal."

Marx couldn't help but chuckle a little at that. She gestured for Luana to follow, beginning to weave her way through the crowd until they got to the exit. The closer they got, the more excited for fresh air she became, until she was pushing through the door and holding it for Luana with a relieved little grin on her face

Luana stepped through the door with a muttered 'Thank you,' then took a deep breath in. "Ah, to be free of the smell of sweaty bodies and stale beer." She then quickly bent down and pulled off her shoes. The cold concrete pressing against her bare feet was a welcome feeling. It meant that she no longer had to suffer through those damn heels.

Marx glanced down when she watched Luana pulling off her shoes, and she made a mental note to find a pair of sandals or flip-flops she could use once they got to the hotel. She glanced over in the distance, where the large casino they were staying at sat just around the corner, all shiny and far too expensive for her tastes. But their lead singer, Damien, had insisted they stay somewhere nice for once, and she didn't really want to argue with him

Luana tossed her boots to the side where Kade would see them. Or for someone else to take, she didn't really care either way. They weren't hers, and he had bought them for the sole purpose of dolling her up to his tastes. Maybe it was time to run with a different gang. The Wolverines weren't exactly the friendliest bunch, and Kade was pushing his luck more and more with each passing day. Luana was the only one not falling for his charms, and that pissed him off more than anything. Letting him take her to the concert was probably a bad move, but at least she got something out of it. She briefly flicked her gaze over to Marx, then went back to scanning the darkening city.

"It's just over there. You can make a call from our room if you want, or I can drive you somewhere once we get over there," Marx said as they began to walk, gesturing over towards the casino before fiddling with one of her rings out of habit. She wished that she could do more than this to help the stranger, but it seemed like the other really didn't want anything to do with her. As annoying as the band's fanboys and fangirls were, she almost wished that her career would have gotten her a little more than a few minutes of small talk