Not Honest: An Original RPG

gothichippy @ 11:41 pm: Stocking the new flat
Who: Damien and Raven
Where: Somewhere on the streets
When: Just about dusk

Damien headed back to his apartment--no, not apartment, FLAT!-with several grocery bags in hand. As skinny as he looked it was a wonder he managed to keep them all in his grip. He had a skull cap pulled down over his curly hair, which was currently just short of his shoulders, green eyes glittering brightly beneath the heavy dark liner he wore. His skinny form was wrapped in a long sleeved shirt, a tattered black suit jacket which had lyrics written all over it in white pen and a scarf just for looks.

He hummed a song to himself as he moved through the setting night, glancing to his dark purple jeans wondering if he could somehow manage to free enough of a hand to pull a cigarette from his pocket and get it to his lips without losing all his bags. Squinting one eye, he tried to calculate the distance from where he was to his new apartment--FLAT!--and if his need for nicotine would hold out that long. "You can do it," he murmured brightly to himself. "Get home, put the grub away, have tea and a smoke." His voice was soft, a cheery almost musical tenor.

Tags: damien east, raven

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

thispicture @ 09:55 pm: been smoking too long
Who: Brody and Raven
Where: Outside a convenience store
When: Friday afternoon

You know what sucks about England? You still have to be 18 to buy cigarettes. And Brody, well, he's got this little baby face, he can't pass for any older than 16, which means he gets carded for everything... if he were a girl, he'd have an easier time, he thinks. Just flash a little boob. Unfortunately, though he can pass as female relatively easily, he's still got a flat chest. Nothing to be done there.

So he goes into a store and asks for a pack of smokes with as much confidence as he can muster, sending out all those 'I AM TOTALLY OF AGE!' vibes, and he still gets shot down. One of these days he'll find that one store clerk who doesn't give a crap and sells them to him anyway--this is not that day. So when he gets turned down he sighs and leaves, and then finds the nearest hobo he can, handing him a tenner and telling him he can keep the change if he gets him a pack of cloves. Hey, it always worked back in Kentucky.

So this is why he's loitering outside the store, looking as inconspicuous as one gets in all-black with artfully messy, dark make up and giant stompy boots of death. He actually folds his arms behind his back and whistles Dixie, hips sticking out. ...If he were in a skirt, he'd look like a baby hooker.

Tags: duke-jeremy "brody" mcadams, open, 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