Blank Limit - The Furry Band

[Random Knowledge]

Random looks at Scautty and says, "I slept two nights ago, I'm fine for tonight."

[Chrono Blackwyng]

He smiles at Rowan as he goes to his room and sits down, not getting into a visibly obvious position. You chose to smoke to get away from the abuse, I chose my eye....which is harder to get over? he thought as he drifted into a dream-less sleep.

[Shenzii]

"Night..," She yawned," everyone..." She quickly drifted off to a deep slumber.

[Random Knowledge]

Random yawned and retired to his room, "That was quite the day."  He laid down in bed and was instantly asleep.

[Scautty]

I lowered my voice to a whisper, as I smiled at the two new members of Blank Limit cuddled up on my couch. (No grossness shall happen. *glare*) Then to the third newest. "Phil, if you're staying, Vamp's room is right up that hall. He's got a bunk bed, just don't touch his guitars and PA." I slowly closed the door as I watched everyone retreat. I made my way for the bed, slipping off my shoes and shutting down iTunes. It was a good day... a confusing one, but it's set in stone to mark the most unique day of Blank Limit I've lived out.

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(( I'm going to bed for real, haha. I'm tired and sunburnt a bit still. Good niiiiiiight everyone! ))

[Gabag]

"Hm!" I watched as Rowan curled up on the couch. I motioned for Chrono as I tossed him a minque blanket, and winked, pointing at Rowan. "Random, it looks like you'll be needing a good night's sleep too. How about you Phil, will you join the sleepover?"

"You better have an xbox to play.., if so i'm in," hearing his whisper, eh walks into the room of which he spoke, and did his best to avoid the warned objects, and he put his luggage on the bed and just slept.

[Shenzii]

((yea same... I'm WAY TOO tired.   Night everybody!!   ))

[Scautty]

*majestic voice* AND SO OUR HEROES LAY THEMSELVES TO REST!

...Just kidding, this isn't Pokemon.

TO BE CONTINUED! ... LATER!

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[Random Knowledge]

Random suddenly had a brilliant idea.  He opened the window and climbed down using a rope ladder he had made during a time when he was very bored, and went to the store.  He bought six packs of cigarettes and went back to the apartment and climbed up the ladder.  Placing the cigarettes, next to his bed, he smiled as he drifted to sleep thinking about how great tomorrow will be.

[Gabag]

*Majestic voice continued*
"BUT AS OUR HEROES SLEEP ON, A NEW VILLAIN TAKES FORM, AS HANNAH MONTANNA WANTS HER OLD LIMO DRIVER BACK, AND SHE HAS A SET OF KEYS TO DO SO, WHAT WILL WE SEE IN NEXT WEEKS EPISODE OF,
BLANK LIMIT!"

[Random Knowledge]

((Lol, night everyone!))

[Vince the Dark]

Fangs nodded as he was talking on the phone with Blitz. "Okay, sure. See ya there then, singer boy." Fangs had made a habitof calling Blitz odd names at times, but it was just for fun. The dragon then got to Trooper´s training joint and startiong checking his gear and making small sound checks.

[Arke]

Blitz was there in a matter of moments, giving Fangs a faint smile. "Rowan signed a new band. They don't sound half bad." Since Troopers bassist never seemed to do it, Blitz started tuning the bass, and was soon playing 'Message in a Bottle'. "I wonder how long we could play this before we got boo'ed off stage?" The Police wasn't exactly part of the bands usual setlist.

[Vince the Dark]

Fangs looked at Blitz as he started playing on the bass. "Not sure. It'd would probably depend on the crowd. Though I'm sure we could pull off a good 10-15 mins if we really wanted." While talking, Fangs had started playing along to the song, jamming a bit and making a few modifications of his own to make the song a tad bit more interesting. It was a thing he did, he like making songs a bit more his own while laying them.
Once finished, Fangs looked up from his keyboard. "Oh yeah, when's our next gig, anyway, you saw Rowan after all?"

[Armalite_]

Spike opened his eyes. He looked around to see Scautty and the rest asleep around him. He stood up off the hard floor and stretched. He manouvered his way around the sleeping band without making a sound and walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and dug around, pulling out all the ingredience for a full breakfast. He cracked eggs, fried the bacon and flipped the pancakes. If there was one thing Spike loved as much as his bass, it was cooking. He looked around for the coffee grinder, pulling out the beans. As he made a large pot of coffee, he checked on the food. As he poured himself a cup of Irish Cream, he looked around for the sugar. Giving up on his search, he pulled out the little bag of coke from his jacket pocket and poured in as much as he took with sugar. He smiled, taking the first sip. Spike was hit the the head rush. He found himself a chair and sat down, chuckling. He smelled the food to make sure nothing was burning. As he enjoyed his coffee, in the sweet smelling air of the small kitchen, he waited for the others to wake up and eat.