UP ALL NIGHT [OPEN / DANCING]

[rudolf.]

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[align=left][justify][size=9pt]this was probably the last place rudolf expected to find himself and yet, here he was. He'd never seen a musical instrument before, at least not in his memory. He would never hear one, either. But still, the thought of dancing with the other members enticed him, and he was eager to see what would happen in the small little clearing. Maybe he'd even try to play one; he'd just have someone tell him when he was becoming annoying. "hey jo" he smiled, walking over to the man. "you know how to play?" he asked, turning his head towards the instrument in his hand. It never occurred to him how odd the more adult members would have looked standing in the small clearing, playing with children's instruments and eyeballing each other. He wa just glad to be in such good company.

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[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ rudolf joseph maroney
★ bisexual | male
★ 29 | june 8
★ member of flintlock lodge
★ open for plots

RECENT EVENTS:
★ to be added

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ deaf | uses asl, reads lips, can speak aloud
★ he has a very heavy deaf accent
★ strong, skilled cook

PHYSICAL:
★ human | health: 100%
— fc. of Nyle Dimarco
— Rudy is 6'3'' muscular man. He has naturally tanned skin, and kind of a lot of body hair to be honest (he is italian, after all). He is pretty smoking hot attractive. His hands are calloused from years of hard work and heavy lifting.
— major injuries: serious dog bite on his right bicep
— minor injuries: none as of now

PERSONALITY:
— friendly, honest, genuine, humble, brave, intelligent, protective
— temperamental, emotional, dependent, blunt

INTERACTION:
★ he's really nice and always tries to help out
★ peaceful unless agitated
★ average in battle |  muscular but inexperienced
★ medium physically and medium mentally
★ open for family/adopted family + relationships
★ attack in BOLD GRAY
★asl in [b]bold italics, asl and voice in bold
★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
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[EILEEN J.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 460px; color: black; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"]The next to arrive was Samantha, wearing her signature fur coat and a pair of rosegold sunglasses. She was missing the red high-heels but instead wearing black flats, emphasizing how small and dainty she looked compared to the older members around her. Oblivious to how Disney-villain she looked, Sam observed the scene before her with mild curiosity. Her hazel eyes traveled over each adult present closely; if she was going to live here, might as well try to pick up their names and threatening mannerisms.

The last time she remembered dancing hadn't even been dancing - she had half thrown herself onto some homeless guy, slurring and giggling like a whiny child, close to passing out drunk. She had been moving her arms a lot though, so it kind of counted. Sam didn't enjoy dancing or making a fool of herself and tried her hardest to remain neutral in situations like this. It was possible that if alcohol was present, she may end up on this makeshift dance floor but those chances appeared slim. It had been a long time since she last touched a drop of the intoxicating substance, and she considered herself as sober as possible. That unfortunately meant no dancing would be coming from her and these people were getting no entertainment tonight.

[spoiler=TAGS - UPDATED JULY 16th][font=georgia]
& Samantha (real name Anya Hearst)
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Female | Single, not looking | Asexual
& Originally lived in Canada, sometimes speaks with a Canadian accent
& Living in Flintlock Lodge
& Completed bio is HERE
& Choice of weapon: Rifle or a machete

& Sociopathic, reserved, blunt, unbothered, tactical, unloyal, selfish, sly, lacking empathy, self-centered, neutral evil, lone wolf, antisocial, cynical, bitter, bitchy, sailors mouth, impatient, hides behind her weak looking body, cowardly, wolf in sheep's clothing.

& 5'3 | Dyed blonde hair, brown roots showing | Hazel eyes | Hides scars from past abuse underneath clothes | Heavy eye makeup | Looks weak but could do well in a fight
& Wears a once expensive fur coat, sunglasses, leather boots and tight jeans
& Loves jewelry, wears all kinds of necklaces, rings and bracelets, ect
& Adores fashion and tries to keep her presentation flawless, aka A bad bitchâ„¢
& Faceclaim is Emma Roberts in her role as Madison Montgomery REF

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was he a good dancer? hell no. was he still going to dance anyway? hell yes! he barely payed attention to the other lodgers as he walked into the meadow, flashing a smile at no one in particular before making his way over to the instruments and grabbing a set of cheap looking maracas. his grin slowly turned more and more shit-eating as he started to shake them loudly, trying to catch everyone's attention by shaking his hips. the teen soon started to add arm motions along with the hip shaking, humming softly as he looked around at the attendants. let's see, he recognized dahila, johannes, and bruce, but the other two lodgers were complete strangers. huh, would any of them be willing to dance with him probably not, but it was worth a try. continuing to move weirdly, robin would try to make eye contact with sam and wave her over using one of the maracas. "would you like to dance with me?" he called out, a cheesy grin still on his face.

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[ajdawny]

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DREW ALISTER . 

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[div style="width:500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; color: black; opacity: .8; line-spacing: 1px; font-family: times"]For some reason, one of the classic hits of Abba, released in the 1970s was running through the man's head today, perhaps it had to do with the dancing at hand, but it was an infectious song. He was already humming it when he came onto the scene, so there was nothing more for him to do then to burst into song. "You are the dancing queen,
Young and sweet,
Only seventeen." He sang quietly, a smile forming on his face, music was something that the doctor truly loved, he and Rick had sung with their daughter many an evening before the blackout, and his sweet Bree had died from a complication in her surgery.

"Dancing queen,
Feel the beat from the tambourine,
You can dance,
You can jive,
Having the time of your life." Ah what a song, it brought back memories of him and Rick slowdancing to this very song... god he missed that man, but his husband was dead, and he really did have to move on from that shit. "See that girl,
Watch that scene,
She is, the dancing queen." It wasn't directed to anyone in particular, though Delilah was the only one who sort of fit the bill, he smiled the music he was singing did not quite match everyone's mood, but it was what he was thinking, what he was feeling... and having pent up all his emotions for far too long, he had decided it was time to make a change.

//jibberish... D<

[videnda]

☆ ★ ☆ part two of the summer celebration, dahlia had spent the day clearing out a little meadow to use as the dancing area. she had collected some instruments that she had traded for with st Peter's and stacked them in a corner for people to play if they wanted. they weren't really fancy like there was some little kid's xylophone and some recorders as in the cheap flute kind and then some maracas and stuff but hey, it worked,

[BRUCE H]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.7pt;"]Dancing. Now that was something that Bruce hadn't done for a while, and even then it wasn't something that he'd enjoyed terribly much. Like anything else, it was a skill to be picked up for whatever reason, and dusted off when it was needed. And to be honest, his skillset mostly just hovers around, well... Ballroom, and that's not the most festive sort of dancing out there. So even though he's here, the young man is hovering somewhere off to the edge, leaning his weight as far away from it as he can without falling on his ass. The idea of anyone in Flintlock dancing is amusing, though a few of them might actually find it fun. But people like him? Johannes, namely? No, he can't really see it. Hopefully someone ends up dragging him out there.

/ mmmmostly a track, he's not gonna dance unless someone makes him

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