Pierced

By the Blue Moon "Don't look back, look straight ahead." Indie. | Mobile Links Kagamine Len Blue Moon module ft. in Solitude's End & Beyond a Duodecillion

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    Indie. Len Kagamine module Blue Moon from Project Diva series.     Looking for active roleplayers, and within the community.

    ~ Rules & Bio ~

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Starter call~!

Like, reblog, comment, or send a message and we can discuss about a thread/who gets to make the starter. Usually I write ‘em.

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Blue Moon’s alternative height is 5′5, 165 cm.

Sometimes older people aren't always the tallest.

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Indie. human Kagamine Len, Blue Moon module

Rules - About - Verses - Mobile Links

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[[Terribly sorry for going MIA! Felt down roleplaying on this platform, and had some focus on Insta and mainly private threads over Discord.

Ooof, seems it’s more inactive and I lost contact with one of the roleplayers. I’m so sorry I didn’t get to you in time before deactivating. Hope you’re doing okay.

It’s been a mess these recent few months. Went to the clinic to get my disorders properly diagnosed and lo’ and behold, found out there’s limitation to how I function especially in socialization and performing basic needs.

It’s incredibly hard to talk, and more so if we don’t hit it off because I can’t read the atmosphere for my life! I could go on about this for ages but no one wants to hear ‘bout that. It’s slow but I’m getting help for everything. I’ll try to be more active on here but I tend to go MIA when my symptoms turn for the worst.]]

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tunafishforever:

Her only reaction to the conversation were several correctly placed ‘Right’’s before he went off to the restroom leaving her to stand and wander around the couple of things that hadn’t been picked up by crew or groupies. It was weird if she was speaking honestly and for the first time she tried to think about what compelled her to go backstage to talk to him. Luka couldn’t think of an answer as she heard him coming back.

          “Yes, we should considering how long of a story it is.“ She gestured to a couple of chairs before taking one herself. “I used to be in a band, if you could call it that. It was myself and two friends against the industry until I wanted out. After eight years of work with no breaks it does something so I left in the middle of the night and disappeared for a year. Not my smartest move but I wasn’t in my right mind. By the time I came back the other two were doing other things and I got a job working with the same company but off stage. That’s the initiative I’ve mentioned to you before.”

Besides her tale of woe Luka desperately hoped he wouldn’t pinpoint exactly who she had been. Still was.

          “I played drums, keyboard, and sang sometimes before you ask.”

    “Blue Moon pulls up a chair, it gracefully spins once, and he plops down. Torso pressed against the backrest, arms rest at the upper edge. Anticipating a tale of adventure, her story begins with calamity. “Eight years without breaks?” Hold on a sec! That’s pretty long. How old is CV03? She looks to be his age, unless she’s actually years older.

    “Eight years,” he repeats. “That’s an awfully long time. Can’t imagine what you went through. It must’ve been hard, since you vanished. Wasn’t it weird to come back? I don’t understand why you’d want to work for the company after all that. Then your friends are doing something else.” He plays with his hands. That part is pretty vague. She could be implying they moved on and forgot about her.

    Hold on a sec! Say, if she is his age, how was it possible she careered in a band? Kids and teens starting one of their own is basically unheard of. They must’ve been too young dreaming something too big. All that hard work got them nowhere when they were only adolescents. “Drums and keyboard, huh? Sometimes I play piano. Funny enough, I think it’s difficult to play. Except if I play off sheets. Oh! Speaking of bands, is that why you go by CV03?”

     “It can’t actually be your name when it all sounds like code. Can it?“

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tunafishforever:

Luka laughed at his age comment just hard enough to fall from her squatting position onto her bottom, joining him on the floor. Of course this only made her laugh more.

          “I’m not sure why that was so funny to me, I’m sorry.” It’s funny because you’re twenty but god you feel two hundred.

          “That’s the attitude to have, it’s like that American band… The one that changes their sound almost every song? Oh I know their name…” She looked to the side for a second to get her bearings. “Fourty-One Sailors! Their fan base is loyal no matter what they do. Those are the ones that matter.“

The perv comment didn’t go unheard but she chose to ignore it for the sake of diplomacy.

          “I think I passed it on my way back here? It should be around the corner if I’m correct. I’ll wait here for you.”

    “Hey, no, no! It’s totally fine. Honestly, that helps him from melancholy creeping in. Making someone laugh, even over mundane things, feels nice!

    “I’ve heard of ‘em. I understand artists like to keep a brand, but it’s good to diversify music and stories they may tell. Always something new dedicated to the listeners and branching out to different groups.” A thumb to his lower lip—or monopolizing sales. “Anyway, I’ll be right back.” It takes no longer than ten minutes as he got a little lost looking for the restroom sign in the halls.

    Returning, he looks around for CV03 and walks over to her. A couple of guests have left. “This room looks awfully vacant than before.” Paired with guests, a few rows of chairs are folded away. “Oh, um, what you said earlier, ‘I used to be you’—we should sit—were you in a band?”

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tunafishforever:

There were up sides and down sides to everything. The up side to being here was seeing the talent of that charismatic blonde one she had met a while ago. The down side was watching him listen to the whispers. She saw herself in him when it happened.

Sometimes whispers were louder than the shouting and the more you tried to listen the louder they got. Yelling was inevitable at a concert but it was the whispers that crawled into your ears and stayed there until you were in bed that night. The pink girl worried about those.

Getting backstage wasn’t too hard much to her surprise as she approached Blue Moon only to watch him fall and have to stifle a giggle.

          “You looked upset during some of it. At least, that’s how I saw it. Overwhelmed? Angry? I can’t find the right word.”

Luka took some steps closer and bent down to look at his hand and the bass.

          “Are you feeling quite alright? The more I learn about you the more I feel like things are off and call it a motherly instinct but you can talk to me you know. I used to be you.” Except she played Piano and Drums, a very important distinction. She picked up a string instrument once and when the string snapped on her hand she didn’t touch it again.

    Ghk! That readable, eh? The whispers weren’t overwhelming. Those mumbles didn’t entice anger. Not even he could place the right words of what he felt. There was a song to convey the mood, feelings, and emotions, of Negative Feedback.

    “I’m a little downhearted,” he admits. “Can’t please everyone. I’ll be okay, tho. You kinda make yourself sound a little old. Just a bit.” The young man grins.

    “Was pretty alarmed to have tripped close, and to see ya again.” He fumbles with the cords, and continues to wrap them up. “Could’ve been mistaken for a perv…” He mumbles under his breath. It’s a complete accident, one that could’ve been prevented if he weren’t overthinking. One of the roadies walks up to him as he tucks away his instrument into its case to pick up the items in hand.

    “By the way, do you know where the restrooms are?” He peels off his gloves. “Need to clean a cut.”

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orinji:

Her eyes soften, a particular off putting melody could be heard through the chitchat of the other people around them. It’s not that she hadn’t noticed the obvious, but perhaps there was something wrong with him..? Like. Something she couldn’t exactly decipher, but there’s not need to judge when it comes to first impressions, right? Maybe he just.. had a bad day or just needs someone to talk to! 

Rin’s eyes followed the flower onto the floor, slowly grabbing herself a neatly cut sandwich from her basket right next to her. “Well, I suppose-” The blonde nodded in agreement. “This year did feel alittle fast now that you mention it! I heard that time slowly gets faster as you get older, but I think it totally depends on your mood, or something like that.” She went on while chewing her food, which was completely unladylike of her, it wasn’t really a concern either. “Do you wanna join me?” Gulp. “I noticed you seem a bit anxious – and I don’t mind sharing!” It’d be a crime to waste just a pretty day like this! Rin may not be a great listener, but she knows for a fact that she’s very good at providing company! But, was this even a good idea..? 

    Hands clam up, music abruptly stops. He’ll be in his seventies before he knows it! That’s right, time begins to move faster for older people. He’s getting old. … he’s not even remotely close to being middle-aged, not even mid-twenties.

    Time’s a state of mind. All these projects, procrastination, social interactions cutting down, and other things — feelings of haste and transiency took affect.

    “…You want me to join?” Just like that, things feel like they may gradually slow down—

    A-a-a-anxious!?

    That word alone arrows right through him! There’s absolutely nothing wrong with vulnerability, but that’s something personal. For it to be a little more than obvious—it was very obvious with his dissonant score killing tranquility. It’s killed his thumb, too!

    The young man trots over, holding the acoustic by its neck. He sits at the base of the tree, distant yet in the young teen’s vicinity. Now he’d help himself to a sandwich, she did offer after all. But that’s a little weird. He could buy himself a sandwich later.

    “Your lunch’s cute, those look like tea sandwiches.”

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orinji:

Ah, spring. Probably the best season yet! Not too hot, or too cold – and it’s absolutely perfect to spend a day of possibly doing nothing but eating a bag of chips while marathoning Netflix, with a nice picnic out in the outdoors like a normal functioning human being. Perhaps it’d do her some good to finally crawl out of her beloved bedroom and actually see what the world had to offer for her, and nothing could be better than this! A small blanket placed under the shade of a cherry blossom tree, with a box full of a couple of triangle sandwiches (with cut crusts!), some fruit, and last but not least.. juice! Yay! 

Rin turned her head to what had looked like a person talking to the air, straightening her posture alittle to give a response no one asked for. “Well..! It depends! Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t – I think..”

    Curiously turning his head to all sorts of direction, wherever that voice was coming from, he sees a girl leisurely having a picnic under a tree. While there’s no sense of urgency in that response, her answer isn’t all that reassuring. He continues playing, the rhythm going faster. That young girl doesn’t sound so sure.

    Before his mind could continue to spiral further down, a cherry blossom sneaks its way between his lips. The taste is sweet yet earthy.

    An awkward moment of silence, he spits out the flower by his feet.

    “Yesterday felt like the beginning of winter, and the season’s already changed.”

    It’s like the previous season never existed, is what he wanted to say. It’s a little pessimistic bring up to a complete stranger.

     “It’ll be summer before you know it.”      He’ll be in his sixties before he knows it (it’ll be decades)!

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    It’s a beautiful afternoon, cherry blossoms are fluttering in the breeze, people are enjoying lunch outdoor. The most beautiful season of change with colorful flowers flourishing and everything’s all happy in pastel. It was just winter, one of the longest seasons, gone in a flash. There was snow, blizzards, snowmen, and hot cocoa. Time goes by fast. It goes too fast. Blue Moon hadn’t even thoroughly enjoyed all of winter. Last year it was spring, and it’s spring again. Everything he’s done feels so far and distant and nonexistent. It was just winter, and next thing he knows it’ll be spring for the third time.

   “Do you think time moves fast?” He asks no one in particular, questioning aloud as he anxiously plays the acoustic at the fountain.

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tunafishforever:

          “Not necessarily scouting.” Luka took a second to think about what words to say next, “We- meaning I personally- have been looking at you two for some time.”

That wasn’t a complete lie, she had been looking into them for a tick or two and wanted to see if they lived up to what the fans said on their reddit page. It wasn‘t everyday you snuck into a party thrown by presumably an alcoholic just to listen to a group where the front (wo)man was named after an anime character after all. Maybe she wasn’t named after an anime character? Something to inquire about for sure.

          “Ah but feeling like a speck is so humbling, a good artist never loses sight of how small they really are in my opinion. It’s something I look for as part of the initiative.”

Tell that to the person that scouted that light pink haired girl. What a monster. Luka was offended she even had to share a hair color with her.

         “That’s actually part of my job where I work, to make sure talent doesn’t have to be overwhelmed and take it one step at a time.” she leaned a little closer to him, dropping her voice, “Some people consider me quite the bitch when I tell them to get away and stop bothering my clients but I can take heat if it means they’re happy.”

    And what kind of initiative is that? What exactly is this young lady looking for?

    There are grandiose people who believe the world revolves around them, but neither Black Star nor himself feel that way. In particular, Black Star continues life as it with her philosophy that counters against his own. Enjoy the moment now, because she doesn’t believe anything could last forever. Not even herself. And the times they feel pride are for their own accomplishments, or when Blue Moon’s uncontrollably competitive. It’s really embarrassing how full of himself he can be. Thank god he’s not like that at work.

    By the sound of it, CV03 must be a manager. He gets overwhelmed because he’s just that kind of person. He’s overly cautious of his own image, unlike Black Star. There’s a clear division of his work life and his private life, and his private life should never blur or interfere with work regardless. Even through times where his mental health isn’t the best. Confine it, seal it. He can’t imagine the kind of rumors that’d stir if anyone found out, and that’s not the worst of it.

    “Gotta put your foot down when they don’t quit. How ‘bout we continue talking somewhere else?” He can’t help thinking someone might be trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, and who’d wanna continue standing at the same spot.

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    Black Star and Blue Moon, solely Blue, finish their demo with his performance of jazz on the piano and a one-man band playing dubstep. Different instruments are simultaneously played on an electric guitar with controllable gadgets modded onto the instrument. The infamous wobble’s “magically” produced through a bluetooth ring on his thumb manipulating the strings.

    From the start the duo covered songs in different styles. Pop as Visual Kei and rock, classic as alternative, metal as jazz, and so on. As to be expected, Black Star dominated the stage. She’s the lead performer after all.

    Different groups of people were there to judge. From popstars to metal musicians to elderlies. Old people who’d never heard of BB! Blue could hear one complain how cold the room is. It’s all concrete walls and concrete floor. The only readily available room to set up all of their equipment; stereos, computers, one piano, electric guitars, and drum kit. Besides, the room’s got a nice reverb.

    There’s comments of ‘there’s too much equipment’, ‘it’s not real music if it’s done electronically’, etc. There are good comments, too, but Blue can’t help himself overhearing negative feedback, even if it’s minor and outweighed by positivity.

    Black Star calls to him to pack everything up, so he does. The roadies will help load equipment back into their truck.

    He thinks to himself it’s not fake music. A lot of it’s prerecorded when there’s only two of them. If they don’t have the instrument, it’s done electronically. The reason for this was to demonstrate how versatile music is.

    Finishing tidying up, Blue wraps up the cables. Incidentally binding an ankle, he stumbles and embraces his signature J Bass. He curses to himself. Anything but the bass! Anything but the bass!!

    Twing.

    Catching his fall, Blue lands on his side. The left hand stings a bunch…The bass!

    Hopping onto his feet, he examines his beloved instrument. All is well except for a snapped string. Checking his palm, a diagonal line over fingers dyes itself red. It’s as bad as a papercut!! Why do those hurt so much? But a broken string overpowers pain. If the bass broke, it may well be not worth living. A bassless world is a cruel world.

    Feeling a presence nearby, the blond slowly turns to face a girl with pink locks. Another silent curse to himself. Did, did he trip near her?

      “My show. How was the bad?” Erm. “How was the show? My bad?” Close enough.

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     《Ha, haha, ha. MIA, me?》

      《It’s more likely than you think!》

    《Why am I like this? What’s the matter with me? Why am I ...so anxious? Of what?》

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🍀 - Does your character carry a good luck charm? Do they believe in luck?

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Blue Moon

You’re welcome to ██████ as a special guest behind the scenes of stars and celebrities. There will be performances, video shoots, photography, and more. We’ll be thankful if you show up!

P.S. Why not share a couple of tips on modeling, singing, or composing? Throw a little performance if you like.

Sincerely, █████

     All automated text  sent to the select few, minus the personalized end. That’s unexpected! Did he know the sender? Did the sender know him? Or was a friend involved? There’ll be photography and recordings. In that case, a friend’s involved. Wait, no, said fraid doesn’t even have ties with the studio…

     Sure, why not! BB’s on a little hiatus. Their shows and gigs are currently private, like that time they were a guest appearance at Club M the other week.

     It’s been a couple of days, and Blue Moon opted to drop by. Bring a guitar, and flash drive. The bass, too? Hmm, if feeling like driving. Would it be faster by car, or train? What if he needs to do some errands? What if he—drive. He doesn’t need to bring the bass, there should be instruments he’ll be allowed to use, right?

     —At the studio, Blue Moon lounges on a couch with acoustic in hand. Earpieces wirelessly connected to the phone, he follows along a work in progress. Chords change here and there until it fits right in his head.

     A couple of people walk by, so far undisturbed by his play. No questions, no small talk. The mess of conversation among directors and photographers with idols. Peers chatting among each other. Blue Moon with a guitar. Where’s Black Star?

     Continuously playing, right wrist strains. It’s just a little sore. Continue. The pain persists. Strum a little more, but it cramps. Seriously? Guh, it feels sore and tender.

     Slipping the instrument in its case, the young man holds his hands together. Hopefully it’s not that serious. Like, come on. He’s on a break. It shouldn’t get worse, it can’t get worse. It better not. If it does, he could wear a wrist brace. It could get worse, and he’ll need to see a doctor. He’ll be ordered to not play for a week, a month, a few. No! No. It’s a little sore s’all. Take a little break and it’ll be fine.

The music stops.