CLOSED SIGNUPS - Starstruck (OOC & Sign-Ups) James Talos Location: Seattle, WA - Rosewood, Oregon Mentioned: The Band @Misguided†Ghost @K.I.N.G.D.E.R.A.N.G.E.D. @Stargazer @darkflames13 @Unbound Interactions: N/A Outfit: HERE That last hit of the cymbal, the last strum of the guitar, the last note to be sang all meant the ending of a three month journey. Break the Silence- a legendary band made of seven friends were calling it lights out. Their careers weren’t ending, but they were taking a much needed break. Lucifer Sloan, after the band had made it clear they needed space from stardom, suggested his small home town. Rosewood was a place far off the map in Oregon state. Its population barely hit high enough to be considered a real town, but it managed. It was tight knit, most everyone believed in the value of hard work without distraction. James Talos, lead guitarist and co-founder of Break the Silence, couldn’t believe the small town hadn’t heard of them before. It was just unheard of. They were widely famous, but being reinsured that Rosewood lacked knowledge of them was enough for James to go along with the trip. Placing shirts, pants, sweats, and other belongings into his luggage, James packed and was ready to head out. There was something about this trip that James was sensing. Little did he know this was going to be good for him. For months, James was trying to figure out a way to reconnect with his music and even himself. Fame slowly began changing James. He wasn’t that sweet boy that was confident in himself...now he was that party guy that was confident in himself. Feeling the vibration of his cell phone in his pants pocket, James place his backpack on and slung the duffel bag over his shoulder. Taking his luggage out to the closest Escalade in the lot, James packed it into the hatch back. Pulling his phone out, which buzzed for second, he leaned against the bumper. There was a message notification, but James couldn’t see it without unlocking the phone via a number pin. Typing the four numbers needed to open the IPhone, James noticed it was Jessica. Jessica for the past three months was nothing but a bother. Always texting, trying to call at odd hours of the night, posting hateful things online about James because he’d forget to return a call. She was a diva at her finest. Personally, James thought that was what attracted him to her. She was a starlet and so was he. James loved the idea of making the perfect match for Hollywood, but he hated being in a relationship. -”I know you just completed your tour, it’s already online. So pick up your damn phone!!!”- James rolled his eyes. He couldn’t feel suffocated in a relationship for him to not get so...James. Truth was that James had acute commitment issues. Once he felt like he was drowning in his girlfriend’s love and neediness he was out! There was no stopping that. So part of James wished this trip would help him with that because Jessica was trying and he wasn’t. If this trip didn’t help him want to be with her, at least it would give him the push he needed to break things off with her. Breaking up with Jessica Banks could have been a personal disaster. She was Hollywood’s perfect princess. She had starred in a dozen hit films and truth was she had enough power to block anything James did after his band. That scared him. -”Sorry, babe. Can’t talk rn. I'll call you later tonight, promise”- It was a quick text, that received a quick reply. -”Yeah, you said that before you ass!”- James sighed and placed his phone in his pocket and looked around at the band who was gearing up to leave. Four hours stuck in a S.U.V was going to be interesting since everyone was hungry. Getting into the driver’s seat. James sighed and hooked his phone to the charger. And looked out the window to the few band mates left outside a car. “The sooner we leave the faster the food will come!” Lana Fay Location: Foster's development ground - Walking into town Mentioned: Sara-mae @Misguided†Ghost Interactions: N/A Outfit: HERE Hex code : 7e21db “Hey lady! You’re trespassing!” That was what guard’s of the Foster’s Development ground would have said if Lana wasn’t skilled enough to sneak in without detection. Days were always interesting when developers just didn’t listen to reason and stopped building on land that was once protected until they afford enough money. Now, Lana and a few other activist happen to just be ruining their equipment and building plans day after day. Today’s project was putting sugar in the bulldozers tanks. Simple, nothing too damaging, and very much a powerful statement. Lana Fay was surprisingly different than her other female counterparts around the town. She was fearless when it came to things she believed in and would stop at nothing to get things done. Yet, the local police didn’t think of her as fearless, but more as reckless and stupid! Things had definitely changed since high school. Scaling the twelve foot tall fence was a breeze, but getting past the security desk was a challenge. However, holding her breathe and moving at a slow and quiet rate was the key to go. They never expected a thing. As soon as she was far enough from the security office she made a run for it. The heavy machinery was about twenty yards away from the security office and Lana made it there quickly. She hurried to open the gas tank and pull the sugar from her bag. “There! Now you idiots can just hold off on development another day.” She mumbled to herself before closing the gas lid and exiting the premises after stashing the sugar back into her bag and kicking the dirt around a little under the gas tank. Before fleeing the scene and reaching home. Taking the back steps of the flower shop up to the apartment over head, Lana opened the door to her studio apartment. It was nice thanks to thrift stores, yard sales, sales in general, and gifts accumulated throughout the years. Dropping her bag down on the kitchen counter, Lana got rid of the sugar into the jar and disposed of the bag. Walking into her living room-bedroom combo, she grabbed the remote and turned on the t.v. The local news was on, speaking about the development and how it would bring in more people to Rosewood. More unneeded people. She rolled her eyes and almost shut the television off, but just as she was about to the news caster mentioned the open mic night at the Cafe. Lana thought it over in her head and agreed to go, at least she would see Sara-mae.