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A Beatle Slash RPG
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14th-Jun-2011 09:59 pm(no subject)
john shea
Please mods, feel free to delete if you judge this inadequate, but this RPG seems to have stopped for good, which is too bad, because it was truly awesome, and I was wondering if any of the members here would be willing to play again? If that is the case, I am moding another Beatles RPG, and we could always use a few new members ^^ Cheers!
Cute small smile
OOC: Yes, I know that Brian did not have a party on New Years of '64. Yes I know the boys went to Norman Newell's house. Well it's too gosh darn bad we don't have a Norman Newell.


Paul walked into Brian's Flat, Jane on his arm. He looked around, feeling...content. This year had been insane. Bloody crazy, and now it was finally coming to an end. He couldn't think of a better way to spend his end of the year.

"Brian! Nice little shindig you have going on here," he commented, grinning broadly and throwing his coat over the back of a chair. He saw George and Rings sitting together, laughing about something or another. Now, where was Johnny? He kissed Jane on the cheek.

"I'm going to go find John, if he's here yet." They had been a bit late, but there was a good chance John wasn't here. Oh no wait, Cynthia was here. Paul went on his hunt for John, catching Pattie's eye on the way. He winked, grinning.

OOC: Posting order is as followed:
Whoever has the chance to post next.


12th-Jun-2009 12:50 am - November 1, Pattie's house, 3:45pm
I hate conflict.  It gives me a headache.  So it's anyone's guess as to why I constantly seem to invite it into my life with open arms.

George was doing something with Ringo.  I was trying to keep my distance from Paul.  Mary Bee was off doing God-knows-what with that married man.  I was alone in the cottage...so I called Jane.

I held the phone in my hand for an eternity before I got up the nerve to actually dial the number, terrified that someone other than her would answer.  This was rather irrational, considering no one would think anything strange of me phoning her, but...even so.  However, fate seemed to like me that day--she answered.

"Jane?  It's me...you want to come by?"
11th-Jun-2009 03:32 pm - November 1, Whaddon House. 12:48am
bored
I was bored out of my mind. The night was young and I wasn't doing a thing. I called John, but he was spending the night with Cynthia. Jane was asleep, so I decided to make my way over to Ringo's and George's flat and see what they were up to.

I knocked loudly.
1st-Jul-2009 12:19 am - update
Mod post
It was one year ago today that I got you all to play.

Can you believe it? An entire year of love, hate, friendship, awful times, great times, and fun. Well, we didn't RP for the entire year, but we still kept in contact (some of us, anyway). Well I wanted to let you know, that I will be taking off the hiatus Thursday, June 11th. I don't know if everyone is coming back, but please let me know as soon as possible if you are or not.

And I want to thank all of you. We have developed intense relationships through this RP. Some have made great friendships, some have fallen in love, some have made enemies. Some have had their hearts broken, stressed out beyond all belief, and some have left us and some have come into our community throughout the year.

And no matter what happened between you and I, I love each and every one of you. Even those who aren't with us anymore, you all were such a huge part of my life.

I love this place and I will not let it go down without an ending, so as I said, we are returning Thursday, June 11th. I would like to gather everyone a bit before that day to talk about what we want to do with the RP, because there has been some talk of wanting a '65 year done. But it's much too early to think about that, and I think we should just concentrate on this year.

And to our readers, I do hope you come back when we do. And if there's a role you would like to play that is not taken, you are still free to email me at any time (andsoshewrites@yahoo.com)

I, personally, cannot wait for our return.

Thank you
-Macca.


22nd-Feb-2009 04:22 pm - HAITUS
Mod post
The Beatle World is on a hiatus, scheduled to return sometime in June. The current open threads can be finished, but any new threads will be deleted by me. For all our readers, I thank you dearly for keeping up with us this long, and I hope you return in the summer. I truly love this place, I have given so much into it and I will not let it go down without an ending. This break is due to the fact that a lot of our writers have a busy schedule with school and all.  And I hope all the writers come back in June, but I know not all of you will. We've had an amazing run, but it's not over just yet.

                Your heartless dictator/mod,
                                              Macca

21st-Feb-2009 12:50 am - Philharmonic Hall, 31st October
I ran through the song as if it was melting butter spreading over my bread. I stared out into the crowd that I could barely see, but I could feel them moving. I could hear them breathing and my skin felt hot. I felt a little on fire, partly from the lights, partly from the energy that simply was running through me.

I was getting used to this. More and more. I liked the singing, who didn't? I just hated the business, the bureucracy, but I liked the money. I didn't really see how that was a problem though. Joan...she was coming up here soon. Even if she didn't know it. I took a deeper breath and let it out into the mic.

<i>"Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, bury the rag deep in your face for now's the time for your tears."</i> I smiled as the I hit out the final chords on my guitar and harmonica before smiling out into the crowd. They were applauding and I felt like the king again. You really couldn't help enjoying this.

"I wann call...oh come on. Okay, she's coming out now. I wanna bring out..." I smiled and chuckled into the mic as I saw her shaker her head, her hair fluttering under the lights.  "Joan Baez," god, she looked beautiful.
19th-Feb-2009 09:35 pm - October 29, 1964. 2:00 pm. Studio
j/p.
Things had been confusing as of late. Things with Paul had only gotten more complicated because I didn't really feel like we had made up. Even though he had said he was sorry, I still didn't feel like something was right. And to make matters worse, I hadn't been exactly innocent with Brian a week or so ago.

Cyn and I had even gotten into a fight the day before and she had left. She still hadn't came back and I was starting to get worried. I couldn't really remember why we had fought, but she got pissed and left me alone. So, I had that to worry about as well. It seemed like all of the relationships in my life were being screwed up without me even realizing it until it was too late. I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do.

I felt like I had to talk to someone before I lost my mind. It was all too much to handle. Luckily, we were in the studio today so I could take my mind off that aspect of my life at least for a bit.
Huh?, Cyn 5
As I maneuvered my white mini into a parking space, I couldn't help thinking how lucky I was that I'd recently passed my driving test. Storming out after our argument might not have been an option if I'd had to rely on our driver.

I still hadn't decided if I was actually 'running away'. True, I had packed a suitcase but there were as many reasons to stay as there were to leave. My stinging left cheek and eyes that felt like they'd had sandpaper raked repeatedly across them had served as reminders over the past hour that John had broken the promise he made five years before. Almost visible beneath the clinging fabric of my dress was the bulge which constantly brought it back to me that it wasn't only myself that could be harmed by further violence. My hand found it as I sat in the car and tried to gather myself together.

Eventually I snapped the car off, tugged the keys out and dropped them determinedly in my handbag.

Perhaps I was being selfish. I had to consider Julian too. I didn't have him with me tonight but I knew, if I left John for good, he would have to be taken away from one of us. I couldn't take him away from his father during the rare times John got to be with him, and yet I couldn't stand to think of life without my precious son.

I hesitated for a minute, wondering if I should bring my suitcase before I forced myself into a decision by dragging it across the seat towards me. I lugged it up to the house and, hoping with all my heart that Jane would actually be there to answer, knocked anxiously on the Ashers' front door.
Brianwearingjacket
I stood on outside a boutique on Carnaby Street, smoking a cigarette while I waited. I'd invited all the girls out for a lunch, since the boys had been so busy in studio, but only Pattie and Jane were able to attend. Maureen had some pervious engagement, and Cynthia couldn't find someone to sit with Julian while she was out. Shame, really, but I'd already been out with Jane once, and had a lovely time, and Pattie seemed like a very nice girl on the few occasions I had seen her. Not that I didn't envy the pair of them their boyfriends, but that was neither here nor there.

They were a bit late, but I didn't mind, really. The promise of tea and shopping was more than enough to make up for any tardiness on their part. Jane arrived first, and I smiled warmly at her, stubbing my cigarette out before taking her hands and pecking her cheek.

"Jane, darling. How are you?" I asked, stepping back and adjusting my scarf.
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