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Post by DAKOTA on Jul 30, 2012 15:30:47 GMT -5
IT'S BEEN SUCH A LONG TIME I THINK I SHOULD BE GOING
you're at a concert of your choice. all three of you are up by the stage, and maybe one of you are even members of the mosh pit. the music is blaring and everything is really loud. all of a sudden, the mosh pit starts to get out of hand, and everyone becomes part of it. anyone close enough, which everyone is when it becomes a mosh pit. people are getting hit, punched, kicked. anything you can think of, it's happening. you three seem to bump into each other, maybe trying to get out, whatever your hearts desire. you can post how your character feels, how your character reacts, what your characters would do, but the three of you must interact in this conversation. enjoy your mystery event! order of posting: nathan deckertt (wren), aurora pearson (lauren), james carson (andrea).
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Post by nathan scott deckertt on Aug 1, 2012 0:20:15 GMT -5
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[/div] Nathan sipped the lukewarm beer from his red solo cup, grimacing as the liquid trickled down his throat. He had been waiting front and center for the concert to start as the crowd around him started to get rowdy. Nathan had gotten too involved in his people watching to finish his beer while it was still cold. Dissatisfied and disgusted that it was now warm, he took a quick look around him before dropping the cup on the ground next to him. It was the best part about seeing an outdoor concert; not having to look for a garbage can if you were arrogant enough to just drop and go. With only seconds left before Skrillex was going to grace the stage and start his performance, Nate knew that if he wanted to keep his spot this close to the stage, there was no way he was going to be able to sneak away and grab another beer. He scoffed and kicked the cup away from his feet.
A co-worker had scored the tickets in a radio contest, and having absolutely no interest in the bass drops of Skrillex, he had offered the tickets to Nathan. It wasn’t as if Nathan was a die-hard Skrillex fan either, but a free concert was a free concert, so he had gladly accepted one of the tickets. The crowd suddenly roared to life as Skrillex entered, took his place at a turn table and the loud music echoed from the abnormally large speakers set up all around the stage. Nathan stood there; hands slumped into his pockets as the people around him got riled up to the music.
It didn’t take long for a small mosh pit to start-up closer to the stage. Nathan was glad he had stopped inching closer when the music started, completely turned off by the people throwing themselves at each other as the beat and the music continued to throb through the area. Nathan had no interest in taking part in such things as a mosh pit. But before he had time to think about leaving, the mosh pit had grown more out of control as the song changed to something even faster paced. Nate started to migrate to the left, where he could see the beer tents and outhouses set up; his perfect escape. He could still enjoy the sound of the concert, but with a fresh, cold beer in his hand and a far distance away from the mosh-pit.
As he tried to push his way out of the crowd, he felt a jab in his ribcage, followed by something kicking him in the leg. He spun around to see a small group of people taking the mosh pit to a higher extreme. People around him had started to kick, punch, and aggressively throw themselves at other people. Nathan grabbed the person who had jabbed his ribs and threw him on the ground, scoffing at him. Almost everyone in the surrounding area was no involved in the aggressiveness; some were even bleeding from being banged around. “Fuck off,” he sneered pushing himself rudely towards the beer tent.
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