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Post by Sheepy on Mar 17, 2012 17:45:40 GMT -5
The Pub was buzzing with drunken laughter as Irish music blasted from the speakers in the corner. Anna was being flooded with orders for pints of Guinness from travelers who wanted to relax in a day of pure drunken fun. The music came to an abrupt halt as a fairly tall leprechaun came onto a stage that was hidden away in the corner. Lights out of nowhere focused in on him holding a microphone. Tapping it to see if it was on, Adam was greeted with the result of a screeching feedback noise that blared out of the speakers. The crowd groaned as they covered their ears until the ear-piercing noise stopped. "Ladies and gentleman, welcome to this year's St Patrick's Day Karaoke Event! Some... welcome trainers have decided to show if they have the luck of the Irish and are going to attempt their songs! Without further ado, LET THE SONGS BEGIN!" Adam shouted out as the lights around him turned into multiple shades of green; they focused on the center stage, waiting for the first victim singer to arrive. Information 1) The event is allowed to be talked about in the C-Box. Nothing wrong with it at all! If someone throws a good idea at you, then feel free to include it in your post! 2) Basically, all you have to do is RP your character singing their song. There is no specific posting order at all, so post when you can! You can only post once, so in accordance to the above rule, you would have to edit your post <3 3) No interaction with others. It’s like the Halloween karaoke. Just your character on his/her own. Otherwise the thread will get to confusing otherwise, with different characters singing different parts of the song. 4) Due to some questions made, you have to stick to your songs unfortunately. If they seem boring/weird then try to make them something your character can do. That’s what we’re looking for! 5) HAVE FUN AND LET THE READERS HAVE FUN TOO. 6) Also, this thread will be closed on a week today, 10:30PM UK time. So make sure you get your post all done by then!
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Post by (๑•́ ₃ •̀ on Mar 17, 2012 18:46:00 GMT -5
The Song!This was horrendously embarrassing, but there was no helping it. She had signed up and that was just as good as having promised to participate. Astrid mostly wanted to dart however, promises be damned, and it was only her strict moral training that kept her behind the stage as the not-so-little man announced that the Karaoke was about to begin. For once Astrid was not wearing her armour, it had seemed out of place to wear such a thing at a karaoke event, at least considering the song she had been assigned. She missed it however, she missed it very much. It was after all armour, and she knew she would feel safer wearing it before the crowd. She cursed her luck. It was unfortunate that she had been chosen to sing first, she would much rather have waited until the crowd had been drinking for a while, that way they'd be less judgmental she figured, and she would have been able to do decently just by looking sweet. As it was now they were only mildly intoxicated, and she feared they'd judge her harshly as a result. Then her name was announced and all colour left her face. She staggered slightly, and then the poor girl began walking towards the stage, hands clutching the far too flimsy fabric of the green dress she had chosen for the event. She had spent more time on her appearance than she normally would. Her hair was freshly brushed and gathered in low pigtails, a green ribbon in each. Her dress was perhaps nothing in particular, but she had liked it in the shop. Now she felt it was far too little to be wearing, despite it not being particularly revealing. On her way up the steps she was handed the microphone and felt her heart sink. She had practiced yes, but the would never feel ready for this kind of thing, ever. As she reached the stage, the bright light blinded her, and she was far too focused on getting used to it, to hear whatever reaction the crowd had to her. Then the pub fell silent, or at least as silent as a pub could be, and Astrid cleared her throat. "H-Hello... My name is Astrid.. uhm... please don't judge me too harshly" She said before closing her eyes. The music started, and the girl summoned all her courage before she began singing: "Oh please ne'er forget me though waves now lie o'er me I was once young and pretty and my spirit ran free But destiny tore me from country and loved ones And from the new land I was never to see. A poor emigrant's daughter too frightened to know I was leaving forever the land of my soul Amid struggle and fear my parents did pray To place courage to leave o'er the longing to stay. They spoke of a new land far away 'cross the sea And of peace and good fortune for my brothers and me So we parted from townland with much weeping and pain 'Kissed the loved ones and the friends we would ne'er see again. The vessel was crowded with disquieted folk The escape from past hardship sustaining their hope But as the last glimpse of Ireland faded into the mist Each one fought back tears and felt strangely alone." At first her voice was shaking, and she wasn't singing very loud. She was horribly embarrassed, and she could feel the blood returning to her cheeks full force. It was a long song she had been given, and she was sure it would never end... but as the song progressed Astrid got some of her confidence back. She still didn't dare open her eyes, but as she continued with the song, she began giving it all her effort: "The seas roared in anger, making desperate our plight And a fever came o'er me that worsened next night Then delirium possessed me and clouded my mind And I for a moment saw that land left behind. I could hear in the distance my dear mother's wailing And the prayers of three brothers that I'd see no more And I felt father's tears as he begged for forgiveness For seeking a new life on the still distant shore." She actually quite liked the song. It didn't quite resonate with her, at least the lyrics didn't but the tune was nice and there was a certain longing passion in it that she could relate to. As she neared the end of the song, Astrid finally dared to open her eyes. The sight wasn't anything in particular, just people sitting around, drinking, talking, and some were listening. Astrid allowed herself to sigh before she continued with the final part of the song: "Oh please ne'er forget me though waves now lie o'er me I was once young and pretty and my spirit ran free But destiny tore me from country and loved ones And from the new land I was never to see." As the final note left her mouth, Astrid's body relaxed. It was over, Finally. " Thank you" She muttered quickly and ran off stage before the audience could react. Her heart was aflutter and her breath out of control. She was a Paladin, trained to fight vicious Pokémon with nothing but sword and shield, and yet this, this was a challenge of a whole other level. Her palms were sweaty and her knees shaky, but at least it was over now, she could relax and maybe get something to drink....
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Post by lion on Mar 17, 2012 20:44:18 GMT -5
Blake watched lazily as some girl sang up on stage. She had introduced herself as Astrid. That was kind of a pretty name. But it sounded like astroid. And astroids meant crashing-down-on-Earth-and-blocking-out-the-sun-and-making-dinosaurs-go-extinct. If that happened again, then humans could die out too! He didn't want to die! He decided he didn't like her name anymore. He considered booing- that Astroid girl(Astroid, Astrid, whatever) was a danger to mankind! ....Right? Pondering this, he took another swig of beer. He was still four years underage- 17 years old- but this party was for everyone. Suddenly he remembered that he had a song to sing, too. How did it go? The trainer leapt out of his seat and ran to the stage. "Hiya," he muttered into the mic, his voice slightly slurred. "M'name's Blake. Umm, I'm gonna sing a song now so.... yeah...." Grinning stupidly, he launched into his song.
"Az I was a-goin' over Gilgarra Mountain I spied Colonel Farrell, and hiz money he was countin'. First I drew my pistols and den I drew my rapier, Sayin' "Stand an deliver, for I am your bold receiver." Musha ringum duram da, Whack fol the daddy-o, Ther's whiskey in deh jar. His words were slightly off. After all, he had been drinking. It seemed he didn't react well to beer, for if he had been in his right mind he wouldn't have been in this pub at all, let alone singing some stupid song. But right now, he was rather enjoying his singing(and his husky voice wasn't half bad if he did say so himself.)
Heh counted out hiz money and it made a preddy penny; I put it in my pocket teh take home teh darlin' Jenny. She sighed and swore she loved me and never woul' deceive me, Bu ta devil take the women, for they always lie so easy! Musha rungum duram da
I wen' into meh chamber all for to take a slumbeh, To dream of gold and girls, and of course it was no wondeh: Meh Jenny took meh charges and she filled them up with water, Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter. Musha rungum duram da
Oooh, that didn't sound good. He thought he would consider an astroid destroying Earth than being slaughtered. After all, that way everyone else would die too. But this way only he would die and then some woman would run off with his money. He began to get angry before remembering he was still singing.
Nex' mornin' early, before I rose for travel, A-came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell. I goes to draw meh pistol, for she'd stole away meh rapier, But a pris'ner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water. Musha rungum duram da
Dey put meh into jail with a judge all a-writin': Fer robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain. But dey didn' take meh fists and I knocked da jailer down An bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town. Musha ringum duram da
That's right! He was totally bad-butt. No one was gonna put him in jail.
I'd like to find meh brother, the one who's in da army; I don' know where he's stationed, be it Cork or in Killarney. Togetha we'd go roamin' o'er da mountains of Kilkenny, An I swear he'd treat me fairer than my darlin' sportin' Jenny! Musha ringum duram da
There's some takes delight in da carriages and rollin', Some takes delight in da hurley or da bollin', Bu' I takes delight in da juice of da barley, Courtin' preddy maids in the mornin', o so early! Musha ringum duram da
Finally, he finished, feeling rather pleased with himself. He bowed deeply, which resulted in him loosing his balance and falling off the stage. "Woah! That was cool! He shouted as he recovered, still laying in a heap at the base of the stage. He got up, brushed himself off, grinned lopsidedly at the other customers, and swaggered off to his table.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 19, 2012 10:27:18 GMT -5
Third one up and Susumu was plastered, swaying from side to side in his spot as the announcer read his name from the card. "Mr.Akiyama? Mr.Akiyama? Please come to the stage." The small green clad midget rasped out as he raised the mice to his mouth, trying to get these drunken fools that signed up to walk up and take the stage. Susumu paused as he heard the name, still feeling nervous about the entire ordeal as he stayed in his spot. He was talking to an old woman that lost her arm and leg when she took a carrot to the pelvis, finding her to be oddly attractive when he was drunk. "Hey, boy. Laddie! Lassie! Are you a girl? I think they're calling you." The pirate probed Susumu upon recognizing his last name, snapping Susumu out of his zoning out time as he heard the leprechaun continue to coax him onto the stage.
"Ah! Hey! That's me! You aren't me, you shortie! Strawberry short cake...that's not meee." Susumu grabbed the nearest guy next to him and continued to shake him, convinced that the announcer was trying to be his imposter. How terrible! He had to do something about this? "Off a me, you weirdo." The large man shoved him easily off with a bulky arm, and it was true. Susumu did look like a weirdo, considering the outfit he was wearing. He thought that he needed to wear some kind of green, so he put on a green shirt and drunkenly painted a red 'S' on it. 'S' for Susumu, obviously. Not only that, but it was pretty warm in the bar, so he was in these loose brown shorts that went beyond his knees. They were baggy and comfortable, so he liked them enough.
What stood out was the pair of goofy underwear that overlapped his pants, making him look like a social screw up as he strut around the place. To add to it all, he had a belt strapped across his chest in a diagonal line. He was prepared to go out to war, and he was doing it in style. "You can't be me, off da stage." Susumu flailed his arms around the crowd to make them split apart like Moses and the Red Sea. Whoosh! He skidded onto the stage and started kicking the announcer away from him, determined to prove that he was the real Susumu baby! The red beach towel wrapped around his neck flowed dramatically in the background, nearly making him fall several times because it was so long. Somehow he managed to find someone or something in the background to grab onto, stopping him from landing on his badonkadonk.
It was time to actually sing now, and the song was dramatically playing in the background. Thank goodness there was a small TV screen in front of him with the lyrics, giving him something to go off of as he leaned closer to it to get a glimpse of what he was singing. "Singer one, musical intro." He read the white parts out loud in a dull voice, not even considering that he shouldn't be saying it. Earning a few snickers from the crowd and not understanding why, he looked at them nervously with a faint blush. Why were they judging him already?! "H-Hey, shut up." He grumbled into the mic as the music started to get to the part with the words. Oh wait--hell. They were moving already. "I can't keep up with the words--Uh oh uh." He frantically tried to find the part of the song where he should start, only knowing that he missed his cue.
"A SHIP IS THERE AND SHE SAILS THE SEAAAAAAA." There we go! He caught himself as he started getting into the song. Wait, why was this a song about the ocean? "She's loaded deep as-- hey I think this song is dirty." He giggled up on stage as he saw the word 'deep' twice. Deep. That was so dirty! He couldn't even say it with a straight face. "But not so DEEP as the love I'm in." He started laughing in his spot at the word 'deep', finding it oddly entrancing as he tried to get some musical tones into his voice. "I know not if I sink or swim."
There was another verse coming up, giving him a little time to breathe as the lyrics quickly appeared on the screen. He rubbed some sweat off of his forehead before continuing the song. "I leaned...my back against an oak." He sang it way more dramatically than necessary, dramatically swishing his hair and looking off to the side as if a camera was supposed to zoom in on him then. "Thinking it was a trusty tree. But first it bent and then it broke..." There were normal lyrics to the song, but Susumu laughed and added his own commentary to the lyrics. "Fatass. This guy is a fatass." Bad words were instantly 20% cooler when drunk, finding it hilarious as he continued to giggle girlishly up on the stage. Why couldn't his friends be here to laugh with him at a time like this?! Sierra would get a kick out of this for sure, and he'd be more than willing to drag Adam and Dougie up on stage if they were even around.
"I reached my finger into some soft...bush? Oh God why are you making me sing this?" He laughed, finding everything about this song DIRTY. IT WAS BAD. INNUENDOS EVERYWHERE. "T-Thinking the fairest flower to find. I p-pricked my finger to the bone...what the hell am I saying." He shook his head, feeling like these lyrics were confusing. This was not proper English, what was this. What was this. Irish? He wasn't Irish or English, the hell was this?
"W-When COCK-le shells turn to silver bells, then will my love come back to me." Dramatic finish, dramatic finish. He couldn't find any more verses to the song, and it was suddenly ending. Oh gosh, oh gosh. He suddenly jumped onto his knees as if he was a rock star and dived into the last two lines. "When roses blooooom in fucking winter's fucking glooooooom. Then will my love return to meeeeeeeee?" He held out that last word as long as he could, earning drunken shouts and yelps from the crowd as the music in the background cue'd the song's end. He was panting in exhaustion from exerting his throat for so long, and the lights shining on the stage made him feel even warmer when combined with the alcohol. Ugh, he needed something with ice after this one. He slowly dragged himself off of the stage, plopping himself on the nearest chair as the next singer prepared themselves for their performance.
ooc: here for lulz and to try and bump up the activity. This song was given to Shamu. Like the whale. youguystotallyfreakingplannedthis. whale/ocean, whyyy?
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Post by Whirlaway on Mar 19, 2012 23:57:49 GMT -5
[/color] Despite the loudness of the speakers, the girl had effectively tuned out the voice, “IS THERE A FAYE WARD?”“Here's the lass!” A heavy voice boomed from the clueless Faye's table as a duo of burly sailors abruptly stood, knocking down their stools in their haste. “Miss Faye Ward to the stage!” the other quipped as deft hands lifted an oaken barrel keg from its place near the tables. The first sailor hoisted a squealing Faye from her seat onto the keg. “Huh? What'd I do?” she murmured, trying to juggle the two steins nearly full of beer that she'd been double fisting. Foam splashed all around her as the two sailors heaved Faye and her keg upon their shoulders and proudly escorted her towards the stage. Cheers went up as the Johto teen teetered upon the keg and her two escorts' shoulders, pale ale arcing into the air as Faye waved at all those below her. She was whooping too as green bead garlands were tossed haphazardly at her form, looping around her neck, arms, and legs. Ultimately a white and green feathery boa managed to rest upon her shoulders like laurels and one of her steins was switched for a microphone. “Hellooooo Cheyenne! Oof-” The sailors and the beer keg made it soundly to the stage, however, one of the low lying ceiling beams made sure that Faye did not. Faye staggered to the stage amidst a much quieter and concerned crowd, but she ushered away any cause for concern with a flick of the final contents of the mug in her hand. Shakily seated on the edge of the keg, she groped for the tap herself and refilled her empty stein. “Hit it! This one's for you, Nell." she pointed innocently at her Feebas left at the table. The music played, a rapid twang of string instruments Faye hadn't the ear to identify. She swayed on the keg, offbeat. 'On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down,' read the screen, “oh shit! ...to play my love a tune,” she spoke the words, what the hell did the people in Cheyenne sing? The two sailors then jumped onto stage with the girl, sandwiching her face between their scruffy beards as they helped her belt out the chorus in cracking falsetto. “In th' middle of th' tune, oh she sighed and she said: Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, woul' ya leaaaavvveeee me?” They remained crammed around the keg on stage with the first verse: “Oh when I was a young man, I heard my father say, That he'd rather see me dead and buried in the clay Sooner than be married to any runaway By the lovely sweet banks of the roses. “
False confidence building as Faye spent the refrain filling up her mug again, she shooed the two benevolent men off the stage. This was her time to shine! She had a leg cocked up on the keg as she hollered the chorus again, pumping her fist so more of the ale made it to the floor than to her lips. “On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down An' I took out my violin to play my love a tune In the middle of the tune, oh she sighed and she said Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, would you leave me?”
Somehow Faye managed to get the audience clapping at this point, albeit off beat so it came in a smattering wave of applause. Encouraged, she leapt with little grace on top of the barrel, swinging her arms wildly as it threatened to topple momentarily. One hand managed the handle to the stein and one of the fluffy ends of her festive boa while the other multitasked the screeching microphone and the switch to the tap. “Oh then I am no runaway, and soon I'll let them know,” the girl started again, voice slightly hoarse with the telltale cracks of screaming too loud. “I can take a good glass or leave it alone! And the man that doesn't like me, he can keep his daughter hooome,” she started stamping a foot onto the metal rim of the keg. “And young Johnny will go a-roving with anooooooother.” The chorus came again and this time, parts of the audience (particularly the sailors and their friends) belted out the tune from the peanut gallery, still in their harsh falsettos meant to impersonate Faye's girly pitch. The stein in the teen's hand tumbled onto the stage with a resounding thud partway through as Faye posed and strutted as much as she could atop a keg. Her now free hand spun the feathery boa around like a lasso, reaching far enough to encircle the willing waist of one of the sailors and draw him onto the stage just in time for the last verse. “An' if I ever get married, 'twill be in the month of May; when the leaves, they are green, and the meadows, they are gay,” she belted, quite hoarsely now, one arm slung around the shoulder of the sailor who still stood taller on the ground than Faye on the barrel. “'n I and my true love can sit and shport 'n play on the loveeeely sweet banks of theee rooooooooses!” An impassioned stamp of her foot stressed a crack into the top of the keg as the finale was completed with a golden shower of high pressured fizz drenching the girl and likely the first row of spectators. “Thank you. Thank you,” her lips pressed too close to the microphone and her voice was jarringly muffled, “I'll be here all night.” She leapt onto the shoulders of the sailor she'd dragged on stage, and the pair hurried to the corner table while bumping Faye's head on the same beam on the way back.[/size][/font][/ul]
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Post by Steve on Mar 21, 2012 18:36:05 GMT -5
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Well, Seizel certainly wasn't prepared for the invitation he got, but he was definitely ready in mind to do this...perhaps dressing up like Michael Jackson would help him out here. No, that would be cheating and all the other members definitely wouldn't have stood a chance at all, and he was letting his mind go into overdrive now. Yes, he had been here for a bit already, but he was sweating balls while trying to tug on the tuxedo he had rented for this event. Just to look spiffy, but he was a little tipsy from having at least twenty drinks of scotch already...okay, he only had two, but that was enough to get him fucked up beyond belief. Even now he was talking to his hand for a moment, and then pursed his lips in a serious manner. Within a few seconds, he was letting out a bolsterous laughter and then pointing at his other hand. Suddenly the other hand slapped the other.
Such a strange occurrence, but that wouldn't be the first of the evening as he suddenly stood up. Making his way rather lazily towards the microphone stand, hiccupping along the way there, when he suddenly felt a slap on his ass. "OH MY!? You naughty little girl!" he said spinning around trying to find who had done it. Now in reality, he had just smacked his own ass with his hand, and blinked a few times, putting his hand up to his face innocently. "OH MY! I know which hand is going to be punished later, if you know what I mean!" he yelled to the audience, pretty sure he had gotten a few embarrassed stares. Not really caring what was going on, but decided to just wing it out of the blue. "WELL, THIS HERE IS A SONG CALLED THE RILD WOVER!" he said to the microphone, yelling straight into it as the blaring sound caused an eerie shriek to just suddenly spew into the air.
That's when he started to ....feel up the microphone and then moved his hands lower on it. "Oh yeah, that's the spot...you like it don't you? Want me to rub it more?" he asked the microphone, his eyes closed as he fondling a piece on the microphone. Then opened his eyes, "Hey! Perversh, looooksh awaysh, noshing to see here," he said in a slurred voice as he felt his eyes drooping a bit now. Well, now was the time to get the song out before he puked his guts out while indiscriminately fondling the tall microphone stand. "Such a broad lass, but anywaysh, the shong!" he exclaimed and hiccupped as he pointed his hand to the air. A raging protuberance in his pants as he had no shame anymore at the moment, and was obviously oblivious to what events were transpiring. Seizel would definitely not remember this in the morning.
Suddenly he took the microphone from the stage, staggering towards the stairs as he then let out a high pitched squeal into the mic...as a loud burp ensued into it too. Then he jumped off the stage dramatically as he did an air guitar singing obnoxiously loud in the first force...then tried to sing the whole song now. In the meantime, the belt buckle to his pants had been come undone since his other hand was working just on that. Was he planning on getting naked during this? Ah well, it wouldn't matter, since he had no shame left once more, but the custom would have kicked him out he was sure. Seizel was so drunk that he even had grabbed a nearby drink sitting on a man's table. Merely running away to down it rather fast and it burnt his throat as his eyes watered with the burning sensation. AIYAIYAIYAIYAIYAI, I'SH BEEN A ROVER OF WILDNESS FOR MASH ANY A YEASH!
And I spenth all my moneh on whoresh and theer, WIth greash gold in...store -hic,*hic* And I never will play the rild wover sho more.
And it's neigh...HAHA,*hic* it's A HORSE...haha..I meash, No nee--e-e-e-e-ee-igh, never no more, GUESS HE WON'T NEED A MARE...*hic* HAHA *hic* HAHA...-knee-slap here- Will I play the rild wover, No more no never,
I went back to the *hic* bar and orshered another drink And I told the lashy of lash my money wash shpent. I ashked her for credit card,*hic* ssssshe anshwered me "hay take off your pants, kay? Such a package I could have any day." Loosh, I jush added more the shong..I bet yer jealoush of me packash -emphasize pelvic thrust-
And it's no,*hic* nay, never, No nee--e-e-e-e-ee-igh,*hic* never no more, GOD...REAALEH? I'M GOING TO DOOOOO MY OWN VEEEERSHIOOOON SHOOON Will I play *hic* the rild wover, No more no never,
I took from my pocket ten *hic* shhhiny coinsh bright, what ish I wash them to be dark? And the landlady'sh eyesh opened wide with delight. (Guess she saw my naughty bits) Ssshe shaid*hic* "I have whishkey and winesh of the besht And the wordsh that I shpoke shure were only in jesht."
And it's no, nay, never, No nee---*hic*e-*hic*e-e*hic*-e-ee-igh, never no more, Will I play the rild wover, No more no never,
I'll go home to my parentsh, confessh what I've done And I'll ashk them to *hic* pardon their gimped shon. And if they caressh (forgive) me as oft-t...t-t...fuck it, ORPHAN TIME before Shure I never will play the wild rover no more.
And it's sho, *hic* shank, *hic* redemp.*hic* ..demp..*hic* ..sssssssssshiooooon, No nee--*hic* e-*hic* e-*hic* e-e-*hic* ee-igh, *hic* never no more, Will I *hic* play the rild wover, No more no never will I *hic* shank again,
As he finished the song, he was fiddling the microphone again, and then pushing the button on it up and down like it was a certain special body part. "Hehe, I'm teasing you, look at this," he said as he orally violated the microphone and started to lick the little button that turned the mic on. So all that was heard was sharp sounds turning it on and off at a constant rate until he smacked his hand away again. "LISSHEN...You'll *hic* GET YOUR TURN LATHER, hehe, you shsssshhshshshshooould sheee the looksh on..yer faces," he pointed at the stage behind him. A rambunctious amount of laughter was let out as he then suddenly turned back around, "HOLY SSSSSSHIT...WHEN DID I GET A CROWD?...WELL...HERE YOU FOLKSH GO..>A FREE SSHSHSHSHSHSHSOOOOW!" he said. That's when he undid the zipper and his pants fell to the ground.
Oh my....well, he didn't have to hide anything as he had on a rather risky pair of jigglypuff boxers underneath, but he hoped his wasn't the most embarrassing performance of all. That's when he stepped out of his pants, and then got off the stage with pants in hand. "SSSSHIIR..YOU DROPPED YER PANTSSSH!" he said as he tossed the microphone behind him on the stage as he climbed down, falling face first into the ground at the same time. Well, this wasn't getting any better, and it was all downhill for him from there. Licking his lips softly as he felt blood exiting his nose slowly, however, he felt no pain at the moment. "HA...I'm *hic* ..bleeding, you don't even *hic* hash an ounce of a ssshccccaaar on you do you?" he accused the nearest patron. Then as he grabbed onto a woman's dress, he looked up getting a clear shot as he suddenly had even bigger nose bleed than before.
Almost tempted to pass out from what he had seen, "HEY MA'AM DO YOU NORMALLY WEAR JIGGLY PUFF UNDERWEAR? THAT'S SHO *hic* UNBESHOMING!" he yelled out for everyone to hear...and then a whip was heard as he used his pants to get the right momentum aimed for her ass. Luckily she had been standing near him, and she yelped quite loud. Then her man started to close in on Seizel, and he proceeded to whip the man's ass, "HEY, BACK OSH, *hic* I'm TRYING to *hic* SHAVE your MARRIASH," he said as he suddenly bolted up, but instantly fell backwards on his ass...the last thing he remembered was passing out with his pants off. No shame left to him, and now everyone would know his name for being a complete goof, and this probably had topped his earlier embarrassing accomplishments. Seizel had made it a mission to grab whoever's drinks he had along the way to the stage and just down them all, so he was going to be spending a lovely night with the toilet tonight.
There would be many pictures of this to haunt him and even a video camera as the bouncers decided to take him out of the area instead of making a scene. Seizel would be fine, he would just need to go to rehabilitation for three years before coming back here...not really, but seriously a video camera had been rolling the entire time he was sure. There was one there somewhere, and even hearing a sudden picture being taken. Great...well, at least he went out with more than just a bang...if you know what I mean.
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Post by Italian Panda on Mar 23, 2012 0:40:49 GMT -5
OOC: www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTpsx1EruV0 Thar be the song [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan sat there on the bar, having a few beers of his own. His face was completely red and he was chugging down each beer that came to him. With each drink he had came another slam of the cup on the table. "OOOOOOOOOOH yeeeaaa....this isa gewwwd night." He said, his speech completely slurred. He was drunk and he knew it. But he didn't care, as he just continued to act cool. He slammed his hand on the table, listening each singer sing their faces off. "Hahaha, these peeeeeple....*hic* are goood. I wish I coul' do that..." He said, unaware that he was singing next.
His inhibitions felt gone as he enjoyed his next drink. The next thing he knew, he was called up to sing. "WHAAA......I gotta....aye gotta sing? Aiight, oye giss oye culd do that." He said, stumbling off his chair and falling onto the stage. He pulled himself back up and stood, stumbling left and right before using the mic as a support. Before he knew it, he started to kiss the mic, the noises of each kissing radiating through the bar. "Ai, ya look pretty. A lot o' you look pretty!" He said, referring to everyone in the bar. "I-In fact, lemme sing ya a song about a pretty person. Its called Star of the County Down. And before he knew it, the music came up and he started to sing, grabbing the microphone in his hand and beginning.
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One evening last July Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín And she smiled as she passed me by. She looked so neat in her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut-brown hair Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself To make sure I was standing there.
He started clapping in a set tempo as he sang, still drunk and still red faced. He literally slapped himself, thinking that whatever he did there was real.
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair cailín That I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped I shook my head And I gazed with a feeling rare And I said, says I, to a passerby "Who's your one with the nut-brown hair?" He smiled at me, and with pride says he, "She's the gem of old Ireland's crown. Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann And the star of the County Down."
He started dancing, bringing the mic with him as he got close and intimate with other people. He put his arm around people, clapping with people, laughing, appearing anywhere and doing whatever action came to his mind as he sang.
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair cailín That I met in the County Down.
She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly and a smile like the rose in June And you held each note from her auburn throat, as she lilted lamenting tunes At the pattern dance you'd be in trance as she skipped through a jig or reel When her eyes she'd roll, as she'd lift soul And your heart she would likely steal
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair cailín That I met in the County Down.
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there and I'll dress my Sunday clothes With my hat cocked right and my shoes shon bright for a smile from the nut-brown Rose No horse I'll yoke, or pipe I smoke, 'til the rust in my plough turn brown And a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair cailín That I met in the County Down.
She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly and a smile like the rose in June And you held each note from her auburn throat, as she lilted lamenting tunes At the pattern dance you'd be in trance as she skipped through a jig or reel When her eyes she'd roll, as she'd lift soul And your heart she would likely steal
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair cailín That I met in the County Down.
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One evening last July Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín And she smiled as she passed me by. She looked so neat in her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut-brown hair Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself To make sure I was standing there.
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair cailín That I met in the County Down.
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair cailín That I met in the County Down.
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair cailín That I met in the County Down.
When he finished, he smiled, hiccuping and looking around. "Ey....wh-wha you all doin here....why you wearing nothin but your underwear. Ooooooh, nice jigglypuffs there lady. You the star of the county down." He said into the microphone for everyone to here. Before he knew it, he approached the girl and hugged the girl, trying to see if he could get into her pants. And suddenly, he passed out.
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OOC: No muse for this, derp xD
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Post by SKIPPAPPAPALOOZA! on Mar 26, 2012 5:01:01 GMT -5
well, this was it. he couldn't put it off any longer. he had been trying to drink as much as he could, soak up as much alcohol as was possible before he had to step up onto that stage, but now his time had come. it was time to sing. downing his last vodka cranberry, wiping some from his now very pink lips, renae stood at his little bench, wished himself luck and strode onto the stage. taking the microphone from the guy dressed like a leprechaun, who had announced his name wrong - "renae, renae, get it right." - he took to the stage and took a deep breath. man, there were a ton of people out there. sure, most of them were conked out unconscious on their tables, and the rest were more interested in the bottom of their glass than him up on stage. and somehow, that made him feel a little better. coughing, clearing his throat, renae began quietly, but quickly grew louder as that last drink hit his confidence gland. "ahem, ahem. my song is called 'believe me'," he said, then he paused, thinking hard. "uhm, 'believe me'... 'b-believe me if all those endearing young charms'. yeah!" fistpumping the air, he congratulated himself on his success, remembering the name of his allocated song. now, he just had to remember the rest of the damn thing.
closing his eyes, he brought the microphone up to his lips, accidentally bumping it on his mouth and scowling. he began to hum the song lightly, waiting for his cue from the musicians, before he suddenly burst into song. "ohhh, believe me, if all those endearing young charms which I gaze on so fondly today," he yelled out, knowing the first line off by heart, then hummed for a second as he forgot the words. oh well, the song was continuing without him and he couldn't waste time simply trying to get everything right. the show had to go on! "were to change something something, and fleet fleet arms, and too-raloo-too-raloo-ay." hey, that had even rhymed! he was excellent at this. maybe he should write his own music. moving further into the mic, so that his voice would be even louder and wake up those people who were resting their faces in puddles of beer on the bar, he continued the song after a brief musical interlude. these musicians would have to be very patient with him: at least his song was short and kind of cheerful. "thou, thee, thou, thy, adoring your ass," he sang, then frowned: maybe that was meant to be 'art'. oh well. "let thy loveliness fade as it will: your worries ruin the wish in my heart, and, uhm, entwine yourself fervently still." there, that was the closest yet! he was getting ever better.
the song was a cute one, really: it was about a guy whose wife got really gross from some tropical disease, and hid herself away: but he wrote her a song saying that no matter how butt-ugly her face looked, he was always going to love her anyway. it really was a charming message, and he hoped some of the people here were getting the message. damn them, they better get the message! it was bloody cute and they better admit it. "it's not while beauty and youth something something, and cheek unpropelled by a tear," he attempted, then bucked up the courage to belt out the rest. he was getting close to the end! he was almost there, by god. then this horrid ordeal would be over and he could have a calming vodka cranberry and sleep the nightmare away. "faith and further that the wild unown, to which time will make you a deer: the heart that has loved never truly forgets, but yours truly loves all of your clothes. as the sunflora turns her hot bod when upset, the something she turned when the rose." there. with a little flourish, renae posed a bow at the mic, thanked the audience and the musicians for their patience and kind comments, and flounced down the aisle to take his usual seat at the bar. this had all better be worth it.
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Post by Sheepy on Mar 29, 2012 15:52:04 GMT -5
Well I failed at closing this on time :/ No more posts after this, and Ill edit this post with the top 3 who win prizes from me
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Post by Sheepy on Apr 1, 2012 15:20:54 GMT -5
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[/b] Adam said with a lopsided grin as he waved to them all, before a technican grabbed his attention by pointing to the screen that was showing some lyrics. “As part of my contract it seems, I have to sing a song before I announce the winners. I hope you enjoy this…” He said closing his eyes before the music started playing. He let out a small groan as he heard the fast paced music. It was as if life was against him. “That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock,speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder-“ Adam said in time with the song, his eyes going everywhere due to the fast pace; it was all too much for him eventually as his feet decided to have a little dance in time with the song, causing him to topple over head first, performing a lovely somersault over the stage, and ending up on his buttocks. “Well, I can see what the others were saying earlier on; nice Jigglypuffs!” He said with a wink; how did he know this? Simply because he could see right under the woman’s dress from his vantage point. Needless to say, the woman had had enough, such to the point where she grabbed her handbag and started whacking Adam on the head with it. “OKOK I get the point!” He shouted as he raised his arms in self-defence as he crawled back up the stage. “Jeez, some people.” He muttered, before taking a swig from the bottle of beer that was lying on the table on the stage. He didn’t care whose it was, beer was beer and he needed some. “Where was I……It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine! Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh, this means no fear - cavalier.”He stopped after this and closed his eyes; the room was rapidly rotating like a merry-go round that was on speed. He stumbled from the left, then to the right, before giggling at his antics. ”You put yourrrrrrrr left leg in….your leftttt leg out, and shake it allllllllll about. Do the hoke poke anddddddd turn arounnnnnnnnnnd, thatttttts what itsssss all about!” He started singing as he mimicked the movements. Needless to say, the producers had had enough at this point, and for the interest of keeping the reputation of their pub alive, some burly machokes came onto the satge and grabbed Adam by both arms, before slowly dragging him away. ” BUTTT IM NOT FINISHED!” He shouted as he started struggling; however his intoxicated body was having none of it as it limped out of him, causing Adam to have jelly legs. “It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine..” Ironically the last part was said as Adam was going out of the door before slipping into unconsciousness. The manager of the bar gave a small cough as he entered onto the stage, straightening his tie before speaking into the mic. ”Firstly I’d like to apologise for our….guest speaker’s shenanigans. However, now onto the winners. In 3rd place, we have Renae who has won the prize of…. 3 pokeballs. In second place, we have Faye Ward, who wins 3 Luxury balls! And last but not least, in 1st place, the winner is…… Seizel who wins 3 ultra-Balls! Congrats to all 3 of you, now come up and get your prizes! Have a good evening folks!”
Well, as you guess by reading the post (That is, if you did xD)
The winners are, who get prizes from my lovely PC:
1ST: Steve with Seizel, who gets 3 Ultra Balls 2nd: Whirlaway with Faye Ward, who gets 3 Luxury Balls 3rd: Skippy with Renae, who gets 3 normal Pokeballs Thank you to everyone who took part and making this event a success <3 ~sheepy
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