Indie. Len Kagamine module Blue Moon from Project Diva series.   Looking for active roleplayers, and within the community.
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  Indie. Len Kagamine module Blue Moon from Project Diva series.   Looking for active roleplayers, and within the community.
  ~ Rules & Bio ~
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 âem.
Blue Moonâs alternative height is 5âČ5, 165 cm.
Sometimes older people aren't always the tallest.
Indie. human Kagamine Len, Blue Moon module
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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 itâs more inactive and I lost contact with one of the roleplayers. Iâm so sorry I didnât get to you in time before deactivating. Hope youâre doing okay.
Itâs been a mess these recent few months. Went to the clinic to get my disorders properly diagnosed and loâ and behold, found out thereâs limitation to how I function especially in socialization and performing basic needs.
Itâs incredibly hard to talk, and more so if we donât hit it off because I canât read the atmosphere for my life! I could go on about this for ages but no one wants to hear âbout that. Itâs slow but Iâm getting help for everything. Iâll try to be more active on here but I tend to go MIA when my symptoms turn for the worst.]]
tunafishforever:
Her only reaction to the conversation were several correctly placed âRightââs before he went off to the restroom leaving her to stand and wander around the couple of things that hadnât 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 couldnât think of an answer as she heard him coming back.
         âYes, we should considering how long of a story it is.â She gestured to a couple of chairs before taking one herself. âI 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 wasnât 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. Thatâs the initiative Iâve mentioned to you before.â
Besides her tale of woe Luka desperately hoped he wouldnât pinpoint exactly who she had been. Still was.
         âI played drums, keyboard, and sang sometimes before you ask.â
    âBlue 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. âEight years without breaks?â Hold on a sec! Thatâs pretty long. How old is CV03? She looks to be his age, unless sheâs actually years older.
    âEight years,â he repeats. âThatâs an awfully long time. Canât imagine what you went through. It mustâve been hard, since you vanished. Wasnât it weird to come back? I donât understand why youâd want to work for the company after all that. Then your friends are doing something else.â 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 mustâve been too young dreaming something too big. All that hard work got them nowhere when they were only adolescents. âDrums and keyboard, huh? Sometimes I play piano. Funny enough, I think itâs difficult to play. Except if I play off sheets. Oh! Speaking of bands, is that why you go by CV03?â
   âIt canât actually be your name when it all sounds like code. Can it?â
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.
         âIâm not sure why that was so funny to me, Iâm sorry.â Itâs funny because youâre twenty but god you feel two hundred.
         âThatâs the attitude to have, itâs like that American band⊠The one that changes their sound almost every song? Oh I know their nameâŠâ She looked to the side for a second to get her bearings. âFourty-One Sailors! Their fan base is loyal no matter what they do. Those are the ones that matter.â
The perv comment didnât go unheard but she chose to ignore it for the sake of diplomacy.
         âI think I passed it on my way back here? It should be around the corner if Iâm correct. Iâll wait here for you.â
  âHey, no, no! Itâs totally fine. Honestly, that helps him from melancholy creeping in. Making someone laugh, even over mundane things, feels nice!
    âIâve heard of âem. I understand artists like to keep a brand, but itâs good to diversify music and stories they may tell. Always something new dedicated to the listeners and branching out to different groups.â A thumb to his lower lipâor monopolizing sales. âAnyway, Iâll be right back.â 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. âThis room looks awfully vacant than before.â Paired with guests, a few rows of chairs are folded away. âOh, um, what you said earlier, âI used to be youââwe should sitâwere you in a band?â
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 wasnât too hard much to her surprise as she approached Blue Moon only to watch him fall and have to stifle a giggle.
         âYou looked upset during some of it. At least, thatâs how I saw it. Overwhelmed? Angry? I canât find the right word.â
Luka took some steps closer and bent down to look at his hand and the bass.
         âAre 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.â 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 didnât touch it again.
    Ghk! That readable, eh? The whispers werenât overwhelming. Those mumbles didnât 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.
    âIâm a little downhearted,â he admits. âCanât please everyone. Iâll be okay, tho. You kinda make yourself sound a little old. Just a bit.â The young man grins.
    âWas pretty alarmed to have tripped close, and to see ya again.â He fumbles with the cords, and continues to wrap them up. âCouldâve been mistaken for a pervâŠâ He mumbles under his breath. Itâs a complete accident, one that couldâve been prevented if he werenât 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.
    âBy the way, do you know where the restrooms are?â He peels off his gloves. âNeed to clean a cut.â
orinji:
Her eyes soften, a particular off putting melody could be heard through the chitchat of the other people around them. Itâs not that she hadnât noticed the obvious, but perhaps there was something wrong with him..? Like. Something she couldnât exactly decipher, but thereâs 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!Â
Rinâs eyes followed the flower onto the floor, slowly grabbing herself a neatly cut sandwich from her basket right next to her. âWell, I suppose-â The blonde nodded in agreement. âThis 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.â She went on while chewing her food, which was completely unladylike of her, it wasnât really a concern either. âDo you wanna join me?â Gulp. âI noticed you seem a bit anxious â and I donât mind sharing!â Itâd 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 sheâs very good at providing company! But, was this even a good idea..?Â
    Hands clam up, music abruptly stops. Heâll be in his seventies before he knows it! Thatâs right, time begins to move faster for older people. Heâs getting old. ⊠heâs not even remotely close to being middle-aged, not even mid-twenties.
    Timeâs a state of mind. All these projects, procrastination, social interactions cutting down, and other things â feelings of haste and transiency took affect.
    ââŠYou want me to join?â Just like that, things feel like they may gradually slow downâ
    A-a-a-anxious!?
    That word alone arrows right through him! Thereâs absolutely nothing wrong with vulnerability, but thatâs something personal. For it to be a little more than obviousâit was very obvious with his dissonant score killing tranquility. Itâs 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 teenâs vicinity. Now heâd help himself to a sandwich, she did offer after all. But thatâs a little weird. He could buy himself a sandwich later.
    âYour lunchâs cute, those look like tea sandwiches.â
orinji:
Ah, spring. Probably the best season yet! Not too hot, or too cold â and itâs 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 itâd 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!Â
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. âWell..! It depends! Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesnât â I think..â
  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 thereâs no sense of urgency in that response, her answer isnât all that reassuring. He continues playing, the rhythm going faster. That young girl doesnât 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.
    âYesterday felt like the beginning of winter, and the seasonâs already changed.â
    Itâs like the previous season never existed, is what he wanted to say. Itâs a little pessimistic bring up to a complete stranger.
   âItâll be summer before you know it.â    Heâll be in his sixties before he knows it (itâll be decades)!
@orinjiâ
    Itâs 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 everythingâs 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 hadnât even thoroughly enjoyed all of winter. Last year it was spring, and itâs spring again. Everything heâs done feels so far and distant and nonexistent. It was just winter, and next thing he knows itâll be spring for the third time.
  âDo you think time moves fast?â He asks no one in particular, questioning aloud as he anxiously plays the acoustic at the fountain.
tunafishforever:
         âNot necessarily scouting.â Luka took a second to think about what words to say next, âWe- meaning I personally- have been looking at you two for some time.â
That wasnât 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 wasnât 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 wasnât named after an anime character? Something to inquire about for sure.
         âAh but feeling like a speck is so humbling, a good artist never loses sight of how small they really are in my opinion. Itâs something I look for as part of the initiative.â
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.
        âThatâs actually part of my job where I work, to make sure talent doesnât have to be overwhelmed and take it one step at a time.â she leaned a little closer to him, dropping her voice, âSome 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 theyâre happy.â
  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 doesnât believe anything could last forever. Not even herself. And the times they feel pride are for their own accomplishments, or when Blue Moonâs uncontrollably competitive. Itâs really embarrassing how full of himself he can be. Thank god heâs not like that at work.
    By the sound of it, CV03 must be a manager. He gets overwhelmed because heâs just that kind of person. Heâs overly cautious of his own image, unlike Black Star. Thereâs 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 isnât the best. Confine it, seal it. He canât imagine the kind of rumors thatâd stir if anyone found out, and thatâs not the worst of it.
    âGotta put your foot down when they donât quit. How âbout we continue talking somewhere else?â He canât help thinking someone might be trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, and whoâd wanna continue standing at the same spot.
Like/reblog/comment if youâd like to RP and discuss ideas, and Iâll make a starter for ya.
@tunafishforeverâ
    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 wobbleâs âmagicallyâ 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. Sheâs the lead performer after all.
    Different groups of people were there to judge. From popstars to metal musicians to elderlies. Old people whoâd never heard of BB! Blue could hear one complain how cold the room is. Itâs 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 roomâs got a nice reverb.
    Thereâs comments of âthereâs too much equipmentâ, âitâs not real music if itâs done electronicallyâ, etc. There are good comments, too, but Blue canât help himself overhearing negative feedback, even if itâs 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 itâs not fake music. A lot of itâs prerecorded when thereâs only two of them. If they donât have the instrument, itâs 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 bunchâŠThe 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. Itâs 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?
   âMy show. How was the bad?â Erm. âHow was the show? My bad?â Close enough.
   ăHa, haha, ha. MIA, me?ă
   ăItâs more likely than you think!ă
  ăWhy am I like this? Whatâs the matter with me? Why am I ...so anxious? Of what?ă
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đ - Does your character carry a good luck charm? Do they believe in luck?
Blue Moon
Youâre welcome to ââââââ as a special guest behind the scenes of stars and celebrities. There will be performances, video shoots, photography, and more. Weâll 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, âââââ
   All automated text  sent to the select few, minus the personalized end. Thatâs unexpected! Did he know the sender? Did the sender know him? Or was a friend involved? Thereâll be photography and recordings. In that case, a friendâs involved. Wait, no, said fraid doesnât even have ties with the studioâŠ
   Sure, why not! BBâs 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.
   Itâs 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 heâdrive. He doesnât need to bring the bass, there should be instruments heâll be allowed to use, right?
   âAt 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. Whereâs Black Star?
   Continuously playing, right wrist strains. Itâs 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 itâs not that serious. Like, come on. Heâs on a break. It shouldnât get worse, it canât get worse. It better not. If it does, he could wear a wrist brace. It could get worse, and heâll need to see a doctor. Heâll be ordered to not play for a week, a month, a few. No! No. Itâs a little sore sâall. Take a little break and itâll be fine.
The music stops.