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Southern Swell
Guest
Original poster
Kicker unzipped his bag. "This bag is huge. All I have is a shirt and some pants in it, along with my new strings. I picked this thing up near a train station a few years before I got to Darktown. Just put it all in here and dont worry about it." After the bag was filled, Kicker continued forward through the city. After a few more blocks, they arrived to a dark dead-end alley. Trash cans lined the back wall and there was a small neon sign over a door that flashed "DRINKS"into the darkness. Two haggard men stood underneath it, swaying and smoking cigarettes.
Kicker walked past the two of them, lifting up his guitar and asking with a smile, "You guys ready to hear some good jams?" One man grumbled something low and incomprehensible while the other slurred, "Yeaaaah ah amm. WOOOOHHHHH!!!!" Kicker laughed and held the door open for Axel and Red to walk in. "As soon as you go in walk along the wall to the far door and go in." Kicker handed Axel the bag. "See you guys in a little bit."
Kicker walked to a spot in the room that had been cleared. There was a single stool next to a table with a glass of water. Kicker sat down and took a sip before launching into a fast paced, blues rock country jam. His foot tapped the floor and his head rocked to the driving rhythm. His face contorted to each with his hands and his eyes closed in a trance as he felt and played the guitar that seemed to be an extension of his soul.
((OOC: this is what I thought it would sound like. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfODdLZuvBI&list=TLQiaJY8tXYXI))
Kicker walked past the two of them, lifting up his guitar and asking with a smile, "You guys ready to hear some good jams?" One man grumbled something low and incomprehensible while the other slurred, "Yeaaaah ah amm. WOOOOHHHHH!!!!" Kicker laughed and held the door open for Axel and Red to walk in. "As soon as you go in walk along the wall to the far door and go in." Kicker handed Axel the bag. "See you guys in a little bit."
Kicker walked to a spot in the room that had been cleared. There was a single stool next to a table with a glass of water. Kicker sat down and took a sip before launching into a fast paced, blues rock country jam. His foot tapped the floor and his head rocked to the driving rhythm. His face contorted to each with his hands and his eyes closed in a trance as he felt and played the guitar that seemed to be an extension of his soul.
((OOC: this is what I thought it would sound like. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfODdLZuvBI&list=TLQiaJY8tXYXI))