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Characters: Klavier [Template] and Klavier [Original] and anyone who wants to interject/watch/go wtf
Setting: Memorial Park
Time: Noon, the day after this challenge, which is technically today.
Summary: Murders? People dying? A killer on the loose? That all needs to be put on hold, as the Gavins have a score to settle. A musical score. *shot* Guitar challenge in the park!
Warnings: Klaviers have something with German and swearing.
Kantilen currently occupied the middle of the park, setting up a medium sized amp. Tweaking the volume (which of course meant jamming it beyond maximum) until the bass and treble were good, he turned to his precious guitar: a purple and black Fender stratocaster. Unable to go for one without too long, he managed to purchase one.. his roommates shouldn't mind too much, right?
He slid the strap on over his shoulder and began to tune the guitar, picking each note deliberately and humming the proper note to himself to match it up correctly. He's tuned so many guitars it really is second nature by now.
The half strummed and full strummed test chords travel throughout the park, echoing off trees and reverberating through the mostly abandoned area. After all, with a killer on the loose, who in their right mind would be outside unnecessarily, anyway?
The high E string was tweaked a bit more, and Kantilen smirked behind his sunglasses. Almost there.. Then all that remained was waiting for that has been to show up.. if he even would, anyway.
The D string was adjusted next, and another chord strummed with his pick.
Setting: Memorial Park
Time: Noon, the day after this challenge, which is technically today.
Summary: Murders? People dying? A killer on the loose? That all needs to be put on hold, as the Gavins have a score to settle. A musical score. *shot* Guitar challenge in the park!
Warnings: Klaviers have something with German and swearing.
Kantilen currently occupied the middle of the park, setting up a medium sized amp. Tweaking the volume (which of course meant jamming it beyond maximum) until the bass and treble were good, he turned to his precious guitar: a purple and black Fender stratocaster. Unable to go for one without too long, he managed to purchase one.. his roommates shouldn't mind too much, right?
He slid the strap on over his shoulder and began to tune the guitar, picking each note deliberately and humming the proper note to himself to match it up correctly. He's tuned so many guitars it really is second nature by now.
The half strummed and full strummed test chords travel throughout the park, echoing off trees and reverberating through the mostly abandoned area. After all, with a killer on the loose, who in their right mind would be outside unnecessarily, anyway?
The high E string was tweaked a bit more, and Kantilen smirked behind his sunglasses. Almost there.. Then all that remained was waiting for that has been to show up.. if he even would, anyway.
The D string was adjusted next, and another chord strummed with his pick.