Much to neighbor's relief, after a long day of loud music blaring repeatedly from a home nearby, the sound levels seemed to have died, as the well known band's practice was coming to a close. In the basement of one of the members homes, their regular practice space, a group of people ranging in age from eighteen into their early twenties would likely be getting ready to leave. A young man, one of the oldest in the band, stood over his guitar amp as he unplugged and rolled up his guitar cable, the axe still hung from his shoulders behind him. He had on a gray muscle shirt, covered in dark designs, skulls, blood splatter, some random stuff, over it a black denim jacket, sleeveless, covered in random patches. He lifted the guitar off his shoulders and bend down, stretching his blue pair of jeans a bit as he set the guitar down in a hard case, standing back upright. He turned to face some of his bandmates. The owner of the house was the other guitarist, who seemed distracted talking to the band's female vocalist. A sigh passed Tripp's lips, as he stretched his toned arms out, a couple pops in his elbows and shoulder heard. He looked over to their drummer, a rather new addition to the band as a whole, only having joined recently after the leaving of their old drummer. "You going to leave your drums here or take them back home?" he asked her. He wanted to know because she was his roommate, letting her rent the spare bedroom in his rather roomy apartment until she was able to get her own place. He tossed the cord he had wrapped up into his guitar case and kicked it closed...Tripp was a bit rough around the edges, most guitarist handled their gear with the utmost care; Tripp? He would likely be the guy to smash his brand new $2000 guitar on stage for the fun of it, he only kept his amps with care...Mostly due to the fact he rarely moved them, he had one at their practice spot, one at home, and if either get moved its for tour, and well lets face it...They had people for that. He looked back over to Charlotte, giving her a bit of a smirk. "If you planned to move them I'd help you, I only got to take my guitar back." he continued, Tripp's voice deep and a bit raspy, just having an edge to it like he did in general.