All in the name of rock n' roll baby~<3

[sparklypony911]

[ So Sasuke rocks up to school today with this little baby tucked securely under one arm, safely in its case. And just to complete his rockstar look today, he's wearing this. He's headed straight for the officially dubbed 'Music Room', which is really just a spare unused classroom. Its pretty bare, actually, but whatever.

Time to rock out, yo'.]

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[brbpokingsasuke]

And where are you going dressed like that, little brother? Where is your uniform?

Smell that Itachi? Its the smell of TEENAGE REBELLION

[sparklypony911]

Out.

And I'm not wearing it today.

I smell it alright. Did you not shower this morning either?

[brbpokingsasuke]

Hmm.

Try not to get into too much trouble. I won't vouch for you.

[obitastic]

Heyyyyy . . . when did you pick up the guitar?

[ALSO HAS YOUR LUNCH. SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO EAT WHAT GRANDPA MAKES]

[sparklypony911]

Ages ago. I've been playing for a few years now, Obito.
[He says it all like 'uh, duhhhhh', but he spots the lunch, and his face lights up a little. Okay, so he just kinda smirks, but from Sasuke, thats a big reaction.]

..Still don't trust Grandpa Madara?

[obitastic]

Well, guess I'm starting to get senile already. [grins, and hands Sasuke the bag] Tomato and cheese sandwich, and other stuff in there too. Pretty sure you'll like it. Tomato's separate too, so it won't get the bread soggy.

. . . . Well, I just like my eyeballs--and yours--where they are.

[sparklypony911]

Giving Itachi a run for his money then~
[Sasuke pokes around in there, and maybe even smiles a bit. Tomato and cheese.. and Obito knows not to put them together just on the sandwich. My god. His cousin is amazing.]

Neh, how do you know he wanted them anyway? Maybe it was just a joke?

[shugohakke]

[Hinata is already in there. Actually, she's been practicing in The Music Room for the past half hour when the school was still deserted.
That distinctive, high pitched, ear splitting peeping noise that can only belong to an elementary grade school recorder can be heard from behind those plasterboard walls.

Wait.
Was that a thump?
What on this mortal earth, you say?

If Sasuke walks in right at this particular moment of time, he will see Hinata trying to bounce a soccer ball between her feet whilst playing the second line of the "Row Row Row Your Boat" on a plastic recorder.

Simultaneously both Lee and Tayuya's disciple? Hell to the yes.]

[sparklypony911]

[Sasuke does walk in. Looking like a badass.

...So this is the other member of the music club. :| Yeah. She's gonna need some work. The records keening call peirced his ears a mile away, and he simply prayed that the fool who was tooting away on it would not be hear.
Alas, it seems he just can't catch a break.

He just barely resists the urge to take the recorder from her, break a window, and toss the accursed instrument out it.

Oh yeah, and then he sees the soccer ball.]

...You probably shouldn't have that in here. You could break something expensive.

[Namely his sweetbabysmooshy guitar. He takes it from its shoulder, places it upon a table, and sets about getting it out.]

[shugohakke]

[Wwah. Almost loses control of the ball at his entrance of badassery, but with some intense concentration it remains in the air. One gets at least a little good after spending the past few days nonstop at it.]

I'll- [merrily~] be [merrily~] really [merrily~] careful- [merrily~]

[Alas, the multitasking becomes too much, and she kicks the ball up perhaps a little too hard, missing Sasuke's head by an inch or so.]

[Life is but a dream~]

[sparklypony911]

[Sasuke doesn't even flinch - he catches the ball on reflex with one hand, and gives her a long, hard stare.]

So careful.

[He mocks, and drops the ball to the floor, only to balance it on the edge of his toes. He bounces it up, once, before letting it drop again, this time with his foot atop the ball.]

..You need more practice.

[blood_n_sand]

[Gaara has been waiting, since he got his alibi from Shikamaru, he'd been waiting for the opportune moment, closely monitoring Sasuke in a second hand sort of way. At least enough to know that Sasuke would be alone after the music class.

He'd hit two birds with one stone, he'd hear the music class for Tayuya, and get his revenge. He'd get have Sasuke all shaking and bloody for him. And Tayuya would adore him!. He'd have something to talk about with Tayuya.

So right now, he was just going to lurk around the corner till he heard the group end. Oh yes, this was going to be perfect.]

[sparklypony911]

[Sasuke's quite pleased with how practice went. They.. actually sounded half decent. His guitar is strapped safely to his back, and he is in high spirits as he leaves the music room, alone.

Maybe he even hums to himself a little tunlessly~ But its a quiet kind of humming.]

[blood_n_sand]

[For all his excitement, Gaara's mood had not improved. Sure, his musical taste was not extensive. Military school had only been educational as to the docile tones of ACDC and the ironic singing of "I Kissed a Girl".

But the playing had given him a headache. It wasn't helping with the anticipation of Shukaku, who was crooning in his head like a kitten, all want and need and sick sort of desperation.

He felt like he was waiting in vain until he heard the humming. He looked around the corner to see who it was, and a grin spread over his face.

He advanced quickly, he had to be fast, disorientate Sasuke. Grabbing the back of the boys shirt and hair, just like the first time, only this time he didn't let Sasuke turn and smashed his face into the brick wall, bouncing it off.

Here's JOHNNY!]

[sparklypony911]

[Sasuke was walking one second, then whisked away the next - he saw a blur of red, and then his face was smashed into the brick of the wall. He sees stars for a few seconds and the grit of the wall grazes against his nose. Thankfully, the bandaid he still has on one side protected his cheek from more scratching. He can feel knuckles in his hair, and a fist on the back of his shirt, and the first thing he thinks about is his goddamn guitar.

His arms are still free but he can't twist round. If he pushed himself off the wall and into his attacker, he could damage his guitar.
He went for a backwards kick instead, and hoped his world would stop spinning.]

SHE REALLY LOVES HER INSTRUMENTS K?

[hornedbitch]

[Tayuya was slowly strumming her bass, dubbed elizabass by a doofus friend of her's along time ago. Twanging it occasionally then leaning forward and shaking her head. It's usual mellow hum whined out of tune. The thing needed restringing. But everytime she approached it with the wire scizzors Tayuya felt like she was injurying her poor elizabass. ;A;

Footsteps approached and her grip on the scizzors fumbled. She had to cut it or she would look like an idiot. She shut her eyes and clamped the handle. -SNAP- The wire curled on themselves like dying shrivelled leaves. She too dying a little on the inside. Feel disheartened Tayuya turned around to see what dickhead put her on the spotlight.]

Oh hey....

[Her usual insults missing. Remorse for her poor guitar evident.]

ooc: Here's your chance gemma, dont fuck up.

Working on not fucking shit up

[sparklypony911]

[Sasuke gives her a curt little nod, but doesn't speak. The mood of the room is sombre, so he's quiet as he enters. He places his guitar upon a table top - it seemed the only viable place for it. He's gentle as he takes it out, and glances at her from the corner of his eye.]

..Nice bass.

[He mutters, and then goes back to his guitar - it does't have a name, because Sasuke is unimaginative. But he likes the feel of the strings - rough and cold against his now calloused fingers. The heaviness of the strap as it sits across his shoulders. Instruments are nice because you don't have to say much - you can just stand there, and strum.]

Re: Working on not fucking shit up

[hornedbitch]

Hmu....

[Tayuya grunted in response, before steeling her self and clipping another string which twanged in protest. TORTURE. THAT'S WHAT THIS WAS. Her face was downcast and she felt rather silly being in another's presence like this. Her hands felt clammy and sweaty around the scizzor handle. She felt her eyes watering...

Tayuya threw down the scizzors in resignation. Pacing around the room agitated, picking up the scizzors with renewed determination and then throwing them down again. She then chose to sulk in the corner. The scizzors a metre away from her.]

Re: Working on not fucking shit up

[sparklypony911]

[Sasuke watches with a detached kind of fascination. She stalks back and forth, and he raises a brow as she drops the scissors, only to pick them up, and hurl them away again; as though they scald her fingers with just the thought.

They'll never get anything done at this rate.

He sighs, plucks the scissors from the floor where they were flung. He doesn't bother talking, and he looks over the strings thoughtfully - he doesn't touch them, though. Musicians get very touchy with their instruments, after all.
He could hear from before, it needs restringing. Badly. His fingers glance across the tortoiseshell plating, and the dark hue of the paint. Hm.]

..You scared you'll mess it up? [He asks, in reference to the tuning. Because. It already is messed up. :| No matter how much she tightens them strings, nothings gonna change.]