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Erin O'Brien

Roleplay: "A ● LIVE"

Player: Schizophrenic

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Synopsis
Belle of the Brawl


Description
"I spent too many years waiting... I'm not gonna be that girl anymore."


Age - 24
Height - 5'9''
Weight - 124 lbs.
Birthday -  November 11th 


Personality
"Hey, Erin. I'm doing an article for my blog... it's to promote local bands... uh..." Watching as her expression drops it's clear you aren't off to a good start. Either because you've interrupted her conversation with the brunette in the red dress or questions just weren't her thing, but from her reputation it was probably the ladder. With a sigh, Erin shakes her head and directs her narrow glance back over to the catch at the bar without a single word.

"Please... it'll only be a minute." You ask with a timid stutter, not wanting to be brushed off so easily. With a loud slam of her glass on the bar counter, you can hear her audibly sigh before sliding off the stool and turning to face you. Unenthused blue eyes shine brightly through her platinum - nearly white hair. "You've got five minutes." 

Following her outside, you quickly move on from your small victory to pull up the voice recording app on your phone. There's always plenty of questions to ask, it's just about finding the right ones. Outside the bar, the brisk winter air cuts like a knife - regardless the corner is filled with smokers, and surprisingly enough, Erin lights up as well. "Oh, you smoke?" Not really an interview question, mainly just an ice breaker. 

"No." She responds simply, taking a short drag with a mildly displeased expression. "Oh... uhh..." The nosy person inside you wants to pry further, but maybe another time. "Alright, so." Taking a short breath, you hit the record button on your phone. "This is the first show for Bitter Taste, right?" Nodding her head she takes a moment to think before answering, "Yeah... officially I guess." 

"Nervous?" I ask curiously, "Nah, not really, this isn't my first show." I smiled, "Yeah, I know that. I was more so asking if you were nervous to go on stage without Robby." Her eyes dug through the night and pierced right through me, "Robby wasn't the only talent White Night had to offer. Elliot, Kaizer and I don't need that Twat... tch." Crossing her arms, she looked away taking a defensive stance against the topic at hand. Should have known considering the history. "Ah... right... well, we are all eagerly waiting to see the kind of sound you guys and the new front man bring to the table. Has he been any bands in the past?" Almost amused by the question, I was simply relieved she had a smile on her face now. "Him? Ha, no. This is his very first show, with his very first band. He's losin' his virgin soul tonight." A small giggle escaped her lips before she took another drag and for a moment she seemed softer than before. "You think he'll bring a good show?" I ask, holding the recorder a bit closer to her now that your sure she won't slap it away. 

"Yeah..." Taking a deep breath in and letting it out, she nodded with a distant look set across the city street. "I won't spoil it for ya, but I'll tell ya now you're gonna wanna stick around for the good time." Flicking her cigarette to the ground, the five minutes seemed to be over faster than you could keep up. "W-wait!" You move into her pathway, holding a hand out to keep her at bay. "One more question." A silent response gives you the signal to go on, "What do you want people to think when they come see your shows, hear your music?" Once again you push the phone out toward her. 

"Think?" She laughs, dragging a thumb along her lower lip. "Kids like us... we aren't here to think. We're here to live." And with that, she brushes shoulders with you and slips back into the bar.


Equipment / Abilities
  • Plays a beat up, used Epiphone her mom gave her.
  • Works part time at Moondollars with Kaizer.
  • Previously the guitarist of White Night.


History
History isn't her favorite subject.



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