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[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Cody played a few chords on his guitar and stared out the window at the house across the street. That was when he had his brilliant idea. He set the guitar aside on his bed and ran to the phone to call his brother. "Dax!" he said when the other young man picked up. "I just had the most brilliant idea. I play the guitar, and I can sing, and you play the drums. We can start a band. We can even get Alex and Callen to join."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"What are you going on about?" Dax stubbed out his cigarette, blocking the smoke out in a ring. He held the cell phone up to his ear, currently on break at work.

[Light]

Callen, one of the males in question, was currently stamping books and sliding them into a bin at the library methodically. Grab book... Open... Stamp... Shut... Slide; rinse and repeat. His life was... Interesting with his friend Cody around, but when he was by himself, it was mellow and slowly drawn out like a high gone low.

[Етеяиiту]

Alex sighed, cleaning a cup after a drunk had just walked out of the bar he worked at. Normally he would work from 7 o 12 but he had gotten out of school early so here he was, getting extra cash.his blonde hair was held up by gel, but was covered by a black fedora while his chest was pretty much bare besides the black vest and tie. He set the glass down and checked his phone, nothing.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"A band, man!" Cody said enthusiastically. "We could be famous! What do you say?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"I don't know, isn't that a bit risky?" Dax asked, heading back into the building.

[Light]

Callen blinks a few times and rubs down some goosebumps that had formed on his forearms... Someone was doing something and involving him in it again. Great, just great. He lets out a yawn and closes the last book, sliding it into the pile. Thank god he didnt have to do this again tomorrow. He picks up his bag and steers himself out of the library in a brisk pace.

[Етеяиiту]

He growled, annoyed. He finished the dishes and clocked out. He would come back in his normal hours, this place was boring him. He was in for a fight right now, why, he didnt know, but he wanted to fight.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Come on, Dax," Cody whined. "It'd be awesome. You know you wanna do it. Pleeeaaase?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Okay, okay, how about we discuss it more when I get home today?" He suggested with a small chuckle.

[Light]

Callen pulls his phone out and starts drumming his thumbs against the touch screen as he types in a text, his finger smashin against 'send' when he's done typing.

To Cody:

I pray that you haven't started/finished anything ridiculous--my danger senses are tingling.

[Етеяиiту]

He went into the back room and changed his shirt, putting on a white v-neck. He placed a black leather jacket and grabbed the keys to his motorcycle, he grabbed his helmet and headed out.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Alright, Dax," Cody said, feeling the phone vibrating in his hand as a text came in. "I'll talk to you later." He hung up without saying goodbye and looked at his phone to check the text. He grinned when he saw it. How did Callen always know when he was up to something?

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Dax hung up and dialed Alex's number, ignoring the fact that he was at work.

[Light]

Callen scowls at the screen--more than a minute. The demon WAS up to something...! A muffled string of curses leave him as he rubs his face with his other hand, and he crosses the street quickly.

[Етеяиiту]

Alex, feeling his phone buzz, pulled over and removed his helmet, he picked up his phone and answered "buddy the elf whats your favorite color?" He asked into the phone, not bothering to have checked who it was"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

-Dude, you want to start a band?- Cody texted in response.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Hello, Buddy," Dax chuckled as he hopped behind the counter at the liquor store, "You'll never guess what Cody suggested to me today."

[Light]

Callen--had already grabbed a cup of coffee from a stand outside near a shopping mall strip spits it out as he reads the screen. "You have got to be kidding me...!" he balances the cup of joe in his elbow and starts typing in his reply,

To Cody:
A BAND? You're not serious, are you?

[Етеяиiту]

"Whats up?" He asked