Set in Boston, Beats Drop Like Bombs * is a roleplay centered around eight different bands that are divided between two companies. Candy Kisses and Broken Mirrors records both will do anything to be the best company in Boston, and have set off to out do each other. Everything is a competition. It's not about the bands. It's all about the company.

 


 
 


 
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 MASON, remedy cobalt.
cobalt remedy mason
Posted: Nov 23 2008, 12:21 PM


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* MASON , cobalt remedy.

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THE CURTAINS CLOSED
· · all about you
    name/alias: lex.
    age: seventeen.
    time zone: eastern.
    other characters: just cobalt.
    contact:
    AIM, YIM, MSN. message me if you want [=
EVERYBODY STOP AND STARE
· · basics
    full name: cobalt remedy mason.
    nicknames: colby, colt, rem.
    age/birthday: twenty-three, september twenty-second.
    company/position/band: broken mirrors, guitarist/screamer, love affair with sin.
    mugshot: alessandro de marco.
ALL WE NEED IS TO BELIEVE
· · persona
    <span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>personality:
  • SWEET yeah, you could consider it a talent of colby's. a lot of people would say that this is the second side of him that they see. he just doesn't have the heart to be mean. anger is the last thing that he'll stoop to when it comes to a disagreement. he tries to be civil so things stay calm. fighting scares colby, so he tried to avoid it the best he can. you can always count on him to be the person you can rant to just because he'll listen and try to give you the positive outcome of the problem. he doesn't like to see people he likes or loves hurt. he'll go to length that a lot of people wouldn't to see you happy again. he doesn't forget the anniversaries either.
  • SHY along with his sweet side, this is the first thing you'll ever get to experience. he's shy, only because he's not the type of person that's going to run right up to you and be like 'HI, HEY. WANNA BE MY FRAAAAN?' no. colby just isn't like that. you'll normally have to approach him first, but after that, he does swing his own weight to try and make friends. as long as he knows your name things should be good. he doesn't judge people by what they look like or what they've done. as along as you're nice to him, you can expect the same thing from him. colby can loosen up once he knows you. he's not exactly stiff when he first meets someone know, but that's close to a description of him.
  • GUARDED with a past like his, he doesn't trust hardly anyone. it's another thing that leads to why he's so shy. the way people have treated him has made him very afraid of trusting anyone. his past is a secret to practically everyone. he feels like if he says anything about it that he'll be hurting himself all over again. he doesn't like the feel vulnerable, and his past is the one thing that makes him feel like the whole world could just crush him. he doesn't like to look back on what he experiences, which is why he's' so focused on his future. i'm sure he'll get around to telling someone what happened, but as for now, that person just isn't in his life yet. and it can't be told when they will come.
  • BLUNT if he doesn't like something you're wearing; or, if he loved what you've got on, he'll let you know. so this does kind of dropt to swee factor for him, but at least he's being honest. so it's gotten him a few rude remarks back, but they don't phase him much. if he's got a few glasses of alcohol in him, which is rare, you'll probably get a whole life confession. it doesn't mean it will all be true when he's sober again, so don't count on anything colby stays when he's drunk. it's not just with people he knows too, which kills off part of his shy side. it normally will only take a factor on a waiter or sever when he's out with someone. he isn't a total complainer. if it's something small, he doesn't have a problem.
  • DISORDER if you want to get technical, it's called a personality disorder. his doctor said so. but colby just feels the need to call himself bi-polar, even though that's not true. he has uncontrollable mood swings. he can be crying from laughing so hard one minutes and the next he'll be the darkest looking person you've ever seen. it's his self low, which means he hardly talks unless asked a direct question by someone. it probably has to do with his history, but he can't really tell anyone that because then they'll want to know what happened to him. these mood swings are always happening, but he does have his good and bad days where he stays in one direct mood for most of the day.
  • JOYFUL so we've got the down and depressed. did you honestly think i was going to make him one big emo child? i don't think so. cobalt is basically a five year old stuck in a twenty-three year old body. this doesn't exactly mean he's immature, because he can act far much more older than he really is if it's needed. but the boy is honestly a goofball. if he would of went to school, he would of been named class clown four times in a row. this is a natural side of him that's always been there, it just hasn't been allowed to be used. colby can really be himself with his friends and that's the one thing that makes this side of him extremely strong.
  • TALENTED ever since he was little, he's always loved music. his mother used to say that he was dancing before he even learned how to walk. but with his controlling father a factor on his life, his lesson plans of teaching himself how to play the guitar was slim. he didn't really get a whole lot of time to play, so when he got a spot on the tour, he either had a lot of luck with him, or he was just born to do it. the screaming was only a suggestion. the stage is the only place you'll find him screaming. his vocal cords proved strong enough to do it, so he picked that talent up quickly. you have to be able to like what you do in your job, and colby likes what he does. he wouldn't still be doing it if he didn't.
  • PROTECTIVE yeah, you kind of didn't expect this one did you? but it's there. if something is his, say a boyfriend or a girlfriend, he'll let you know. he isn't exactly over-protective, but it does bother him when someone else touches someone he's in a relationship with. family is excluded, but other friends of the same gender of his partner tend to make him uneasy. he's a bit insecure since he's been walked on all the time, so he feels like he needs to protect what he has while he's got it. this side of him as only ended about one relationship, but that was just because the girl had turned out to be cheating on him.
  • FLIRTATIOUS after he's gotten the chance to know you, and he feels like he does like you more than just a friend, he'll flirt. of dear lord, will he flirt. not to the point where it gets annoying but only to the point where you might be getting the hint that he likes you. it's the only way for him to actually give away that he really likes someone. it's rare for cobalt to just go up to someone he likes and plant a kiss on their lips. but he'd like the get the courage to do that one day. even if you're the one that starts the flirting, he's only being kind and returning the favor. or, he could like you. it's a guessing game with colby.
  • LOVER he's never gotten the chance to be one. relationships don't really scare him, he's just never really had the experience in them. no, i'm not saying that he can't commit, because he very well can. it's just that this kind of thing would be new to him. it's why he's so wary about who he gives his heart to. he want's to find someone special who isn't just going to take control of his whole like and tell him how to brush his hair. that's what he used to have and he doesn't want it again. colby has the potential to be a great boyfriend. he just needs someone who's willing to wait for him.
  • JEALOUSY it may not show on the outside, but that little green monster can be in there. it's a rare feeling for colby, but it does still happen. he doesn't like to admit to it because then he would be being weak. thank goodness he isn't one of those people who pout all the time and taunt 'daddy! her hair is prettier than mineeee!' oh no no no. colby doesn't show it until he's alone. it all comes out when he's the only one to watch the show. he won't scream though. he never does unless it's during a performance. what makes him jealous? people's relationships that he's never gotten a chance to have.

    likes: warm weather, the sun, beaches, ice cream, candy, lattes, caramel, peanuts, salad, the color blue, sunglasses, tight skinny jeans, finger-paint, smileys, drawing, being left handed, the internet, blue and green eyes, smiles, laughing, taking pictures, writing, reading, late nights && late mornings, sunsets, kisses, hugs, sex, boys && girls, hot chocolate, mac & cheese, gel pens, animals, singing, randomness, ness-words, water, swimming, friends, bean-bag chairs, volley ball, pillows, thunder-storms, rain, the dark, traveling.

    dislikes: bugs, early mornings, chocolate, coffee, sugar rushes, jump rope, running, the way he looks, night lights, silence, awkward conversation, his family, loud noises, screaming, fighting, the color pink, a lot of sports, beeping noises, tornados, choker necklaces, over confident people, liars, cheaters, whores, brown eyes, meat, his middle name, the smell of nail polish, cold weather, snow, winter, sleeping on a bus, cold showers, feet, his personality disorder, everything is made for right-handed people, gas prices, bendy straws, heavy lifting.

    fears: spiders, dying, being alone, failing life, needles, clowns, paper cuts.

    strengths: his personality, comebacks, close contact, playing the guitar, dealing with large crowds of people.

    weaknesses: good kisses, physical activity, in-motion sleeping, the puppy-dog face, music.

    ambitions: sign on a high record label, conduct a strong relationship, get married, settle down and start a family.

    secrets: his past, he likes boys more, some people's laughs scare him.</span>
BITTER SWEET MEMORIES
· · the story
    parents: landon halcyon -- real father.
    peyton halcyon -- real mother, deceased.
    siblings: darby mason -- twelve year old sister.
    other family: andrea mason -- foster mother.
    drake mason -- foster father.
    hometown: italy.
    current residence: chicago.
    history: it was just a simple side glance from across the counter, but it was said to be the moment that their forever would begin. landon halcyon was the local musician on the street. he'd gotten a few gigs, but nothing much to make him all that special. and as for peyton, she was the current manager of a small diner in london's crowded city. she was on her way to become a fashion designer, but the moment their gaze connected, it was as if she was being drawn toward landon. it was said to be love at first sight; the story book kind where the family lived off happily ever after, only this ending isn't so happy. after a good four months of dating without any real problems, landon popped the question. a gunshot wedding was attended, considering they were only eighteen. they ran away together even though they chose to remain in the same place. just a month later, the word of a pregnancy was being added to the young couples journey.

    but for landon, it wasn't exactly what he had wanted. he had wanted to be able to have peyton all to himself. this little parasite was just getting in the way of his fun with his newly wed wife. cobalt remedy halcyon was born on september twenty second. a healthy baby boy to a thoughtful happy couple. but the things changed when the boy was first brought home. landon hated being disturbed while he was asleep. if the man didn't get his shut eye, he was a grouch in the morning. so in thought of letting her husband sleep, peyton went off to get the crying baby his bottle. but on the way to his room with the warm formula in a bottle in her hand, landon's rage was first introduced. just a quick lash across the face and a 'shut the damn doll up!' this was confusing for peyton. never once had she thought of her husband to be aggressive. so in a teary rush, she went and calmed cobalt. the silence of the baby brought her comfort, thinking that landon had just slipped and was tired; he didn't mean it.

    but as the days progressed, there was a side of landon that started to stick. all of the little harsh remarks started to grow bigger and in times, the bruises started to get darker. cobalt was about four years old now, just getting the whole running things straight with his wobbly legs. his family didn't have much, but he learned quickly not to ask for anything. by now, he had been hit a few times now, but not enough to be too battered. but when the boy was rounding his tenth birthday, something tragic happened. he had been working on homework in the kitchen when he heard his parents start to scream at one another. cobalt had learned to tune it out, but after a few noises of his mother's cries of pain, his father came storming into the kitchen. he was grabbed by the arm and thrown onto the floor. he was screamed at; told he was useless. so after that, he stopped eating. if there was a medical term for it, it would be that he was anorexic. so every punch or hit had started to hurt a little more, but never once did he complain.

    about three months later, colby was out getting dinner since his father had given him the money to. but when he got him it seemed like it was just because he wasn't suppose to be there in the first place. when the twelve year old opened the door the first thing he saw was he mother's battered body on the floor surrounded in a pool of what seemed to be her own blood. she was lifeless, which cobly knew must mean she was always gone. he almost screamed out, but before the 'm' could even get from his lips, the bags were ripped from his hands and set in the counter. he was ordered to his room while his father took care of the body. he could run, but then he'd just be hunted after; like some kind of animal. his father wouldn't stop until he was fully satisfied. hours later, the door was opened and the new plan was spoken of. colby would become the little whore that his mother refused to be. and if he protested, then he'd just get beaten and maybe end up like her too. he'd go along with it, but his father told him that he needed to make himself look 'pretty' before his job even started.

    just two years later, a mature but fragile looking fourteen year old cobalt was being sold out to men that wanted a slip away from their wife or from their business for the night. he was forced to go along with what ever his buyer wanted which resulted in scares and silent screams of pain. his frighteningly thin body was always hidden behind layers of clothes to hide himself in. his face that had been hit and batter so much was covered up in makeup to hide what ever they forced upon his once beautiful face. why was this being done? because his father had wanted money. his mother refused to sell herself for sex, so cobalt was his last result. never once did he ever mutter a word of his mother's death to one of his buyers. they wouldn't care. they just wanted some relief or some pleasing for the night. this endless pattern went on for four years. the day cobalt turned eighteen, he finally gave up of going along with his father's ruthless plan. he was weak, but his mind was strong. cobalt had gotten away from one of his buyers after a harsh night. he ran, far away from where he was.

    cobalt had stolen from his father's collection of money. it was really his money anyway. just enough to get him a ticket to the states. he didn't know where he was going, but one thing was for sure. he was free. a plane ride later, he was roaming the streets of new york city. he was teaching himself how to play, and that got him paid. the small performances he did on the street and then the small shows he did in clubs or bars got him food. he was finally learning how to live again. and then his big break came. the record label was looking for talent one night in a sleazy looking kind of bar. his vocals weren't perfect and he had broken a string just before the show, but they saw raw talent. cobalt was being himself. he wasn't putting on a mask and going out there to just impress everyone. he didn't know who would be watching, be he was selected from the twenty-six other performers. it's how he got into the label. and now, he's here. his got one of the best jobs and he's got people here that will never take him back to what he's used to. and from what he's heard, his father was finally put in jail for the murder of his mother. his life is better now, and he's thankful for what he has.
ON THE EDGE OF THE SKY
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[size=7][font=georgia]baby, don't talk to me. i'm trying to let you go.
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[LIST]You couldn’t change your feelings; they weren’t under your control. You could always try, but then that’d just be shoving them into some dark spot of your mind, letting yourself deal with them later. Some could choose to try to ignore them, and others could try but fail. Cobalt was in the direct middle of those two groups. He could only ignore his feelings for a while before they got the best of him. So he had allowed his affection for Topaz to be shown tonight, but that was only because the boy had pushed to know how strong his feelings were. But that didn’t mean the outcome was going to be what he wanted. What Colby had wanted to happen was for Topaz to see how much he really meant to him, but that was his dream and dreams could never be a reality; not for Cobalt anyway. He was basically rejected from his confession. How could Topaz tell him he couldn’t love him. The boy acted like it was Cobalt’s fault for the feelings that had been swelling over the past few months. Maybe it was his fault. But what had been the whole clash of previous nights when they had wound up in the same bed in the morning? There were even a few sober night where Topaz had come to Cobalt for some kind of contact. He didn’t want to allow himself to believe that Topaz had just used him. Hadn’t the boy convicted Cobalt of the deed? Or was that just a bleak cover-up for what he was really doing?

All the questions swirled in his mind; questions that he didn’t want answers to. If Colby could choose the way this was going, he’d defiantly chance the ending. He found himself instantly reversing himself from his position over Topaz. His words hurt him both mentally and physically. He could feel the drag on his heart. It dropped, none the less. He had only gotten what he had feared most of receiving; rejection. He wanted to cry; to just release the hurtful words that stung his tongue. But he held in it, in fear of hurting Topaz in return. He’d never do that; he didn’t have the heart to hurt the person he loved. Cobalt felt a sudden race of hatred for the boy beside him. All he wanted to do was love him, and he loved in return. But Topaz refused to give him that joy. Cobalt quickly chased off the feeling. He’d only be acting like his father if he let the anger get the best of him. He wanted away from all of this though. He couldn’t deal with all the hurt he was being forced to experience. He swallowed, not surprised to feel the lump forming in his throat. He refused to let Topaz see him cry however. He’d hide his feelings from the boy. Every feeling would be bottled when he was around Topaz. He’d be blank; just a person of space taking when Topaz was around. Cobalt didn’t want to be so cold, so it just seemed like cutting off all of his feelings would be the best.

He slid his body off the bunk, keeping his back to Topaz. He wouldn’t feel bad, and that only made Cobalt feel even worse. How could he of allowed himself to love someone so cold? But he wasn’t cold; he was all that he had wanted. He mentally slapped himself for letting the thoughts trickle into his mind. His teeth ripped into his lip, chewing at his skin harshly. He wrapped his arms around his chest, slowly walking toward the laptop he had left on the counter. He let the silent linger; only forwarding a reply when he believed his voice wouldn’t betray him. “Right. He doesn’t matter because no matter what I do, it’ll never be good enough.” His voice was flat, but no emotion had leaked into his tone. Good; he was preparing himself for what he would act like for the next or well, the remainder of the tour. So, he wouldn’t be the fun Cobalt he once was; but at least he was still living. He’d drop out of his dream the moment he had a chance to. He wouldn’t leave the band abandon on tour how ever, but his first love would always leave a bad taste in his mouth. so to speak. His right hand dropped from clenching around his left arm to trail an invisible line into the side of the silver top of the laptop. He drew his hand away from the surface and lifted it to shove his hand into his hair, bushing it away from his face. Cobalt lifted his eyes to the window. The reflection against the glass wasn’t the normal person he was used to seeing. If it had been just a normal day, he would of told himself that he needed some Tylenol and a day in bed, but this was different.

He dropped his eyes after realizing he had always turned his gaze to Topaz’s reflection not far away from  his own. He sighed and turned to face the small dirty kitchen. His nose wrinkled at the sight. He was always the one that had to clean up their mess. He decided to let this be the start of it. He wouldn’t say anything to Topaz unless he was asked a direct question. He wouldn’t add insult to injury. Sure, he’d be hurting, but he wouldn’t let anyone else to see it. He jerked the fridge door open with a bit more force than was needed. The reminisces in the door clanking against one another as he held it to a halt. He grabbed a water bottle and shut the door with as must gentle force he could manage now. He grabbed his coat off the chair and slipped his shoes on. He could feel it getting closer. All of his emotions were getting too full. His self esteem was the bottle and his emotions was the liquid that was threatening to fizz over. He slipped on his shoes, hardly aware of the fact he was still cold from his walk back to the bus. “I’m going out. I’d know when I’ll be back. Tell the other’s not to worry.” He jerked the door open and slammed it behind him. That’s when his emotions choose to let go. A sob wretched his dry throat, making the moisture in his eyes instantly well over. He stumbled down the stairs, but he didn’t get far. He leaned against the side of the bus, knowing Topaz wouldn’t be able to hear him inside. He probably wouldn’t care if he could hear anyway.




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