#singing starter

[hellahit]

If there were ever a competition of hate, then Striker would be the number one hater. At least when it came to royalty- Goetia specifically. Living by the quote "keep your friends close and your enemies closer," he practically applied it to all that he did. Being hired by a multitude of birds while also simultaneously being shown off like he was some kind of toy didn't make things easier. He could behave when he wanted to be.

However, now just wasn't one of those times as he'd find himself at one of these damn parties. Why the hell was he here again? Oh, right protection. The biggest lie conceivable, but whatever if the new prince needed it, then so be it. If he was gonna be here, then he was gonna have a little fun. The party could use some real music after all. Making his way over to the band that'd be playing, he would immediately shove the singer aside. "Sorry t'interrupt the music, but I just couldn't help myself. In fact, I've been wanting to show my thanks for someone very special here." He looked pointedly at Andreaphlus with a smirk. "You know who you are."

Without warning, Striker would begin to sing. "Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with ya. I'm so fuckin' done with ya! All the two-faced comments, the stares, the cries, the whines. Fuck you and all the shit you and your sister do. Two-faced bitches don't know the real world like I do. I'll kill, I'll shoot, I'll shove it all down your throat."

"Pull the trigger and blow! C'mon now, don't look so shocked, so shy, like ya never heard such words before. I just wanna say fuck you! and all the little things that you do! Fuck them! Fuck this! Fuck you! Fuck her! Fuck all y'all scrawny asses who can't do nothin' right!"

@icecoldmarquees

[smileduponyou]

“.... Rain is pouring down like the Heavens are hurting Seems like it’s been dark since the devil knows when How do you go on never knowing for certain Will the sun ever shine again?”

[quentin-destjeor]

“Well, sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water. And I think of all the things, what you're doing, and in my head I paint a picture. 'Cause since I've come on home, Well, my body's been a mess. And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress. Won't you come on over? Stop makin' a fool out of me. Why don't you come on over Valerie? Valerie, Valerie, Valerie.”

[hellahit]

Word around hell, I.M.P. likes Sir-Mix-A-Lot. The kind you hear blasting through that damn van of theirs, maybe in the privacy of their office. Still, it's enough for people to know, especially Striker, when he managed to come around, or unfortunately run into them. Usually, it's one, maybe two, but Moxxie always seemed to be the one he finds himself in the company of most. This wasn't any different except that he managed to be civil. Something about Moxxie helping him with his injuries and shit, maybe just maybe he wanted to cure his boredom. Usually, annoying the little guy helped, but with music blasting and him knowing a bit more than he lets on, he's speaking up. "Nah, nah, this ain't the one. . . " Changing the song, the sound of breathing would be heard, then suddenly it wasn't the rapper singing or rapping; it was Striker.

" Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run. I'm the dog in the Benz with the big chrome gun. Looking for a coochie proper. Hot mama, big dog, big game, no drama." Did he know this song? Yes. Yes, he did. Maybe a little too much . . .

@moxxietude

[smileduponyou]

@scottiehateschili liked for a singing starter

“My foundation rumbles And all my morals crumble My father’s warnings run through my head...”

Truthfully he was just singing to pass the time. It was one of the few things one could do while stuck at a bus stop waiting for the infernal thing to show up. What the hell was even keeping it? Well, at least this was an excuse to get that song out of his head.

“Your heart’s a vine That I’ve bled trying to climb Yeah, you’re making a ruin of me...”

[smileduponyou]

@thecoffeelad liked for a singing starter

Being in charge of the school theater meant he tended to spend a bit of the day there on some weekdays. So it wasn’t a surprise he was here now, even though there were no theater classes this period. Humming, still looking over the schedule and the try outs for the upcoming casting... he starts to sing.

“I've been waitin' such a long, long, long time to feel it Swallowed by the waters around me Though I took so many wrong, wrong, wrong turns to see it, woah~”

That was one of the good things about the auditorium, it had such great acoustics for this, allowing his voice to travel nicely throughout it.

“But I dance through the blisters at night And I laughed 'til I cried and cried And I ran 'til my feet couldn't run no more~”

He wouldn’t have caught the sound of someone coming in even if he had been listening for it. It didn’t matter.

“And I sang 'til my lungs were burnin' 'Til I know I'm alive, alive, yeah I'll sing 'til I can't hear words no more~”

[hellahit]

It's not every day they both get to relax and have it last for hours. Usually, it was after they both worked, and even then, it never felt long enough, but today? He insisted upon it. Deciding it was best to come to Wrath this time, since he missed it. Taking Elle around town before eventually taking them to the lava pools. A means to relax after all.

The comfort of each other without others to bother them. Soft spoken words until silence engulfed them as he'd leave the pool. Just to sit against the rocks and sunbathe, but he eventually took the moment of silence to grab his guitar. Playing a few notes here and there before looking to the sun above.

"Man, it's a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun. Well, I hear you whisper, and the words melt everyone, but you stay so cool." His head lowered to look at Elle and grin. "My muñequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa. You're my reason for reason The step in my groove."

@demonicbroadcast

[hellahit]

"Ya really think I can't do it? Just cause it's a woman singing it? I'll sing damn near everything, don't test me now. Hand it over." Offering up his hand, he waited to be given the microphone. Once he got it, he'd look over the lyrics, and well, it was not what he expected. Isn't this song supposed to be about coffee.... what the hell? Poor guy stood there silent for a moment as the background music played. A minute or two went by of him just standing there before narrowing his eyes. "Play it again." When it played, he would immediately get into it. "Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh, is it that sweet? I guess so. Say you can't sleep, baby, I know. That's the me espresso."

"Move it up, down, left, right, oh! Switch it up like Nintendoooo. Say you can't sleep, baby, I know. That's that me espresso." Did he have a little movement going on? Maybe. He was competitive and as much as it confused the hell outta him, he was still putting his all.

@hellsmayflower