RUDE | open, singing

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]jack had a plethora of songs from before the power going out, and he could remember his mom forcing him to take piano lessons at a young age, as well as having his cousin teach him to play drums, his other cousin teaching him electric guitar and acoustic, and he sort of new how to play the cello, but he hadn't played cello since high school.
most of the songs he remembered were either brittney spears, kesha, or reggae.. and then there was that one song from magic! that had been stuck in his head for a straight year.
anyways, one day, he had started humming, and then mumbling, and then he actually started singing. somehow, his voice got deeper than it already was.
[spoiler=]"I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome

Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big cock!"
I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty
That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey."
Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine,
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
Piiisssssss
But—shit—it was ninety-nine cents! Bag it
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in
Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man
I am stuntin' and flossin' and
Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch
I'm a take your grandpa's style, I'm a take your grandpa's style,
No, for real. Ask your grandpa. Can I have his hand-me-downs? Thank you
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros"

I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome

What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?
I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage
One man's trash, that's another man's come-up
Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt
'Cause right now I'm up in her skirt
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the Uptons
I'm not, I'm not stuck, I'm searchin' in that section Uptons
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker
The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker
They be like, "Oh, that Gucci. That's hella tight."
I'm like, "Yo, that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt."
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch. Shit
I call that getting swindled and pimped. Shit
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dough
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get girls from a brand and you hella won't
Man you hella won't

Goodwill... poppin' tags... yeah!

I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome

I wear your granddad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I wear your granddad's clothes, damn right
I look incredible, now come on, man
I'm in this big ass coat, big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road. Let's go

I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome"[/spoiler]
sure he wasn't the best singer, but, dear god save us, could he rap. somehow, the deep voice made up for the bad singing voice, since it was somehow super soothing.

/the song is in the spoiler because,, i didn't want to make the thread look too long

[A. HUX]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"] Hux never really got things like listening to music for fun. Maybe it was just because his Father had never really let him do recreational things like relax and play instruments, or maybe he just wasn't accustomed to the usually loud and odd nature of most songs. Especially like the song that Jack was currently singing. Some kind of weird mixture of music and talking, which didn't sound natural, and was way too fast for him to keep up with. All he knew was that he could hear many profanities in the song, and it was a bit surprising. Really? The old man was singing cusses?

He wandered over and said, tilting his head and bringing his eyebrows together, a little frown on his face, "What the hell are you doing? Why are you doing such... Mangled caterwauling?" Sure, it wasn't the nicest thing to say about the rapping, but Hux wasn't really the nicest boy.

･ﾟ★ ☾  IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.

GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND
★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller
★ cis male | he/him
★ 15 years old | unknown birthday
★ flintlock lodge
★ no former ranks
★ speaks in bold, always mobile

OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND
★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex
★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely
★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin
★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down

APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS
★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone.
★ physical health: 65%

PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW
★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong
★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet
★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate
★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him
★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge
★ mental health: 55%

RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN
★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner
★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them
★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes
★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one
★ trusts: no one
★ 1/2 of n/a

INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO
★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black
★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered
★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened
★ ask to maim/capture/kill
★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed
★ no weapons

[Gray]

[table]