Not Honest: An Original RPG

gotherthanthou @ 06:14 pm: Who: Jacoby and Raven
When: Friday Night
Where: Avant Flux


Jacoby smiled and signed the cover of a blonde girl's cd, prentending to listen as she prattled on about just how big a fan she was. As important as their fans were in supporting them and helping them get signed, they were truly awful to talk to. Thank god this one had nice tits.

There were other fans though, prettier ones, whose company he didn't mind. Mostly because they did other things with their time than talk. This one, it seemed, wasn't one of them.

After posing for a photo, the girl went away, leaving J in better company as willing lackeys packed up their equipment. Still, he wasn't satisfied. Looking around, he caught view of his bandmates - Nic supervising the pack up, Shane making moon eyes at his sickening dog of a girlfriend, Gwen and Drake trying to escape a cornering from Katie - but not the person he wanted to see.

Had the mystery girl from the cafe gone home? Hell, had she even shown up? Jacoby hoped she hadn't missed his performance; she was definitely worth taking home.

Tags: jacoby wilkes, raven

gothicportrait @ 08:02 pm: Who: Raven and OPEN
Where: West London
When: Late afternoon

Expression. That was the key to most art in Raven’s opinion. It was highly under appreciated by many of her contemporaries, but then again she also thought most of them had so little talent that it hardly mattered in the grand scheme. Still, she was here, waiting for something to inspire her as she watched the darker side of London pass her by.

It was not, perhaps, the smartest of ideas for a beautiful, gothic girl to be there alone, but she didn’t much care. Once night fell she would go home, change from her usual day attire and become a vixen of the night. Her short skirts and tight corsets would entice and tease and then she would go home…to an empty flat.

It was a bit of a sad life, really. She should have made more friends, perhaps, but then what would have been the point that? Tragic artist did not seem to ever have that many friends.

“Where is my inspiration when I need it,” she asked softly, sighing. Mm, waiting was so dull.

Tags: jacoby wilkes, open, raven