Post by mollie on Jul 29, 2011 18:46:51 GMT -5
(BRENTLEY JAMES MILLER )
(twenty.one , firestone & bass , brendon urie , gay)
( witty , sarcastic , childish , nerd , open book)[/center]
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Ahem. Well, I'm Brentley. Brent for short. I'm twenty one and well, I play bass for Firestone. Good enough?
Hardly. We're just getting started.
...I was afraid you'd say that. Why are these things always so complicated.
These interviews are only as complicated as you make them, Brentley.
Could you call me Brent? It's scary hearing you say my full name. It puts the lotion on its skin or it gets the hose again!
So, you're a fan of The Silence of the Lambs. You into those kind of movies?
That I am. How did you ever know? But yes, I like "those" kinds of movies.
Anyways, besides play bass for Firestone, what do you like to do in your free time?
Video games, comic books. Running around in my whitey tighties. The usual nerd stuff.
Why does this not surprise me?
Because, I wear thick rimmed glasses. I'm whiter than mayo and well, look at me. I'm pretty frail. Typical nerd.
You could do with some Vitamin D.
You must be my mother. I could've sworn that I left her back in Nevada with my crazy father.
Yes dear, now you should know that flipping your underwear inside doesn't count as a clean pair.
Oh my god. Just...let me die now. Shut up.
And who dresses you? You look like a gay'd up Morrissey.
The guitarist, Ryder and you should know that I am gay but wait...did you say I look like Morrissey? That..I'm flattered.
Surprise. That Ryder kid looks like he steals his clothes from the Lord of the Rings set.
ahaha. That's funny. I think he's cute.
Why does this not surprise me? You are gay after all.
That doesn't mean that I'm attracted to every guy under the sun. Asshat.
Do you drink? Do drugs? Anything heavy?
Not particular. I'm a social drinker and I smoke every once in a while.
Good, a lot of these people here bleed alcohol if you know what I mean. So, what do you smoke?
I suppose I do and weed.
Surprise. So, do you play any other instruments besides bass?
Well, I pretty much play just about anything. I'm not the greatest but I can play the piano, guitar, drums and other miscellaneous things. I can play a mean rape whistle.
Rape whistle? How does that go?
WHOOO WHOOO. Ryder bought it off ebay.
Fun. Could I borrow that sometime? Also, thanks for you time.
Sure, as long as you give it back and no problem. Thank you, good sir.
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EXPERIENCE eight years
CONTACT aim: EpilepticTiger
OTHER CHARACTERS none
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Brent rolled his eyes, lips pursed as Max added on to their yoga related conversations. ”Oh, whatever. I doubt you...and your whole tininess could do anything that would result in my untimely death.” Yeah, Max was a renounced klutz back home. He was the only person that Brent knew who could successfully trip over air and make it seem like there was actually something there. He shrugged, ”At least you're not a meathead. I prefer you as some small, non-intimidating ball of fluff and yes, not having enemies is a great thing. I was an idiot in high school and couldn't keep my lips sealed.” It was true, Brent always felt the need to talk shit and stir up stupid little fights and if he wasn't stirring up problems, he had his tongue on the inside of some girl's cheek. Some girl who probably had a boyfriend that Brent knew about. Ever since he moved to Boston, he's managed to keep himself in check and avoid hooking up with girls who weren't single. Then again, Brent hasn't been involved with a girl since he moved here a few months back. Before tonight, it's been nothing but guys. Guys who eerily resembled Max. It was the closest he felt that he would ever get to his dream.
”I can't believe it either. It just seems...surreal. All of this.” Brent smiled warmly, fingers rubbing the smooth surface of his glass. His lips formed a thin line, the corners of his mouth twitching as Max reminded Brent that he didn't play any instruments. Finally, it hit him and he questioned Brent about whether he actually wanted him on tour with him. ”Seriously, dude. It'll be epic and I'd enjoy having someone around that I actually know. Y'know how I am about being alone.” He wagged a finger at Max, a wicked grin now on his features. Oh yes. Some fun would definitely take place between the two while on tour. Oh the possibilities.
He set the empty glass down, grateful that there was someone left on this ungodly planet that had confidence in him. Maybe Max will have enough to share with him for those moments where he finds himself surrounded by doubt and fear. ”Thanks man...” Brent quirked a brow, ”I dunno about that beating. I may like it more than anything. So, the intentions given with it might go to waste.” He couldn't help but tease Max. It was just too much fun. Hands threw into the air, a mile wide grin exposing his oddly white teeth. ”Great! It really means a lot that you're going to come with me.” Thank god. Brent was worried that he was gonna have to actually socialize with his future band mates instead of keeping to himself in the only room on the bus with Max. Of course. Brent wafted a hand in the air, waving away Max's education nonsense. ”Don't you worry my beloved nerd. I'll make sure that this will all work out in the end.” He patted Max's cheek, making a ridiculous face while doing so.
Wild eyed, Brent stared at Max and his absurd question. ”Fuck..” He heaved out, still struggling to catch his breath. ”No. God, no. You did everything but fuck up. Shit.” Brent finished, a river of swears rolling beneath his breath. He inhaled, calming his shaken nerves. There was absolutely nothing to fear now. He ducked his head, finger fidgeting with the skirt of his shirt, mind replaying the kiss that Brent had longed for and finally received. Silence fell for a mere second before Max broke it, Brent's eyes darting up to meet his. He nodded as Max explained how he was monogamous.
”Yeah, but it doesn't hurt to give a little reminder. Don't worry though, I intended to keep you all to myself. I'm out of that stage. So, you won't have to worry about any of that shit. I promise. So, I'm now officially monogamous as well!” Brent exclaimed, the most sincere look on his face as he promised loyalty to him. This was it. Surely, it caught Brent off guard but he was ready and he understood why Max went ahead and reminded him. Even if he didn't remind Brent, he had every intention this being only him and Max. Nobody else will be allowed into their kingdom. Brent. Brent was absolutely fine with this. It was what he wanted for years and there's not a single living soul on this planet....Fuck this entire universe that could compare to Max.
Great fucking question. ”I...I was just scared and it hit me after I moved here that if I didn't make a move soon, I might end up losing my chance at winning your heart and I couldn't bare the thought of losing you to someone and well...Because, we fit together so perfectly. I know you're not. If you were complaining, I'd have beat you senseless.” He smiled, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, eyes taking Max in with a whole new light. Yeah, now that Brent thought about it, Max sure as fuck was as obvious as a wolf in a pack of sheep. Damn it Brent. You're a fucking oblivious son of a bitch. ”Fuck.” He leaned back into the plushness of the booth, brows stitched together.”You did, didn't you? God. I didn't fucking..Well, fuck me.” A weak laugh escaped him, stupidity washing over him in a heated wave. He shook his head as Max waved away his thoughts, reminding himself of the current situation, exclaiming how fantastic it was and oh god.. Brent's cheeks instantly began burning, beginning to show of the brightest red. Max, he loved him. Shit, he loves him now and Brent fucking loves him too. This was the best night that Brent has ever had. Hands down. Brent leaned over the table, pulling Max in, his fingers cupping the back of his neck. ”I love you so fucking much Max.” He spoke softly, their lips only inches apart.
”I can't believe it either. It just seems...surreal. All of this.” Brent smiled warmly, fingers rubbing the smooth surface of his glass. His lips formed a thin line, the corners of his mouth twitching as Max reminded Brent that he didn't play any instruments. Finally, it hit him and he questioned Brent about whether he actually wanted him on tour with him. ”Seriously, dude. It'll be epic and I'd enjoy having someone around that I actually know. Y'know how I am about being alone.” He wagged a finger at Max, a wicked grin now on his features. Oh yes. Some fun would definitely take place between the two while on tour. Oh the possibilities.
He set the empty glass down, grateful that there was someone left on this ungodly planet that had confidence in him. Maybe Max will have enough to share with him for those moments where he finds himself surrounded by doubt and fear. ”Thanks man...” Brent quirked a brow, ”I dunno about that beating. I may like it more than anything. So, the intentions given with it might go to waste.” He couldn't help but tease Max. It was just too much fun. Hands threw into the air, a mile wide grin exposing his oddly white teeth. ”Great! It really means a lot that you're going to come with me.” Thank god. Brent was worried that he was gonna have to actually socialize with his future band mates instead of keeping to himself in the only room on the bus with Max. Of course. Brent wafted a hand in the air, waving away Max's education nonsense. ”Don't you worry my beloved nerd. I'll make sure that this will all work out in the end.” He patted Max's cheek, making a ridiculous face while doing so.
Wild eyed, Brent stared at Max and his absurd question. ”Fuck..” He heaved out, still struggling to catch his breath. ”No. God, no. You did everything but fuck up. Shit.” Brent finished, a river of swears rolling beneath his breath. He inhaled, calming his shaken nerves. There was absolutely nothing to fear now. He ducked his head, finger fidgeting with the skirt of his shirt, mind replaying the kiss that Brent had longed for and finally received. Silence fell for a mere second before Max broke it, Brent's eyes darting up to meet his. He nodded as Max explained how he was monogamous.
”Yeah, but it doesn't hurt to give a little reminder. Don't worry though, I intended to keep you all to myself. I'm out of that stage. So, you won't have to worry about any of that shit. I promise. So, I'm now officially monogamous as well!” Brent exclaimed, the most sincere look on his face as he promised loyalty to him. This was it. Surely, it caught Brent off guard but he was ready and he understood why Max went ahead and reminded him. Even if he didn't remind Brent, he had every intention this being only him and Max. Nobody else will be allowed into their kingdom. Brent. Brent was absolutely fine with this. It was what he wanted for years and there's not a single living soul on this planet....Fuck this entire universe that could compare to Max.
Great fucking question. ”I...I was just scared and it hit me after I moved here that if I didn't make a move soon, I might end up losing my chance at winning your heart and I couldn't bare the thought of losing you to someone and well...Because, we fit together so perfectly. I know you're not. If you were complaining, I'd have beat you senseless.” He smiled, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, eyes taking Max in with a whole new light. Yeah, now that Brent thought about it, Max sure as fuck was as obvious as a wolf in a pack of sheep. Damn it Brent. You're a fucking oblivious son of a bitch. ”Fuck.” He leaned back into the plushness of the booth, brows stitched together.”You did, didn't you? God. I didn't fucking..Well, fuck me.” A weak laugh escaped him, stupidity washing over him in a heated wave. He shook his head as Max waved away his thoughts, reminding himself of the current situation, exclaiming how fantastic it was and oh god.. Brent's cheeks instantly began burning, beginning to show of the brightest red. Max, he loved him. Shit, he loves him now and Brent fucking loves him too. This was the best night that Brent has ever had. Hands down. Brent leaned over the table, pulling Max in, his fingers cupping the back of his neck. ”I love you so fucking much Max.” He spoke softly, their lips only inches apart.
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