Thread: First Past the Post (Hetero female with starters and plots)

Re First Past the Post Lit het female with starters and plots Plot II Rare modern roleplay dom x dom-ish though one character is enslaved I do have one band roleplay idea, one that I've never piloted. Past this first post. Ever. The premise is a really outrageous, high-stakes-and-consequences bet between two sort-of rival characters. After a battle of the bands my character and yours, are both leaders in their own bands, and fiercely competitive and loyal. In any case, they get into an arguement and make a foolish bet. Whoever gets signed first will have the other for a roadie. But not just a roadie--for all the grimiest, frustratingest, most menial tasks on tour. And perhaps bedwarmer, if you want to go that route, or else they'd start to fall for each other more romantically, through the muck. I'd be up for any sort of setting for this, any country. New York, Seattle, Boston, Europe, Japan . . . wherever. And I'd be up for my character either winning or losing the bet. Totally up to you. Elspeth ??Echo? Goodwin??s grin could not have been broader as she strode from the stage, the rest of the band in tow. She hated to leave, as she always did, hated to step from that rectangle of floor where the crowd drank in all that she poured out for them from her fingers and her lips, and returned it a thousandfold. Sure, it was one thing to play by herself and with Jonas, Rick, and Riley in whichever basement or garage they could get ahold of, with the least fuss??which usually turned out to be Jonas?? parents?? basement??but it was entirely thing another to perform in front of an audience??a live audience! To feel their appreciative energy and that electrostatic charge that came from anticipation. Of knowing that it was their beats, Echo??s and the rest of the Shifting Gears, that pulled the strings to gyrate the crowd, at liberty. And there were talent scouts out there tonight, probably, in the audience . . . for all that this was just a local showcase, they were getting their name out there. The Shifting Gears were going to be the next big thing, bigger than big, bigger than . . . whatever other craptastic bands had dragged themselves out tonight. Certainly bigger than the gaggle of idiots that stood in front of her now. ??Thank you Seattle!? reverberated Rick the bassist??s voice, in the iconic tribute. But the members of the other band clearly were not impressed. ??Hey, I think a few villages are missing their idiots,? Echo cut in smoothly, slicing with and her stone-washed jean-clad legs, and insinuating her somewhat petite 5??3 frame into the mob whilst toying with the end of one of the corkscrew curls of her high jet-and-blue pigtails. Her sky-blue eyes flashed icy from within her charcoal-rimmed lashes, done up sort of in a vintage cat??s-eye-flip style, and lit on the apparent leader of the band, focusing her anger on him. ??You had something to say to my friend?? Echo had a knack for this she seemed to jut that sharp, elfin little chin in exactly where it didn??t belong. But perhaps it did belong. She was defending her bandmate??s honour, after all, and there was some sort of weird reverse chivalry-code to that, wasn??t there? Echo herself though seemed a bit out of place, the only girl in this gaggle of guys, clad in an oriental-inspired silky-stretch top, black and printed all over with blue butterflies, its sleeves falling off the shoulder to make bells at her elbows so as not to tangle with her wrists and fingers whilst keyboarding. But for all that her distinctly feminine garb, not much about Echo, for all her big blue eyes and rather slight frame, was soft. She could rough and tumble with the best of the boys. And would, dammit. Because these ones seemed like they wanted to pick a fight. Click to expand...