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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2016 17:35:20 GMT
Bran hated press congresses, now more than ever. They always wanted to know more than what the congress was meant for, mostly just to throw mindless shade. If you said one thing just a tiny bit in the wrong way, they had you hanging. Bran didn’t want to be reminded of the events in Belgium. He didn’t want to remember the terrors; watching his friends/bandmates die in a horrible way. Why couldn’t Lauren do this on her own? Of course he was the face of the band but she was the person who always regulated the one and another thing. Sure there was still the argument that she wasn’t present at the attack but still. Bran would always make up an excuse to place the responsibility to his manager. Responsibilities tired him out, he just wanted to play some damn music and lighten up the moods of people. Talking about death didn’t do such things. If anything he should be strong now, still smile to inspire his fans. But Bran wasn’t strong, this event hit him hard home. Despite his wishes he still sat here. He didn’t know what kind of face to pull so he decided on a small smile, very different from his signature large grin. His eyes continued to shift between Lauren and the crowd. In the end they had to decide together if they wanted to continue, and if they did would Bran have a solo career or would they build a new band? Bran hadn’t even accepted the deaths of his mates yet and didn’t want to look too far in the future. He could see Lauren’s brain puzzling however. The congress was opened and everyone was welcome to ask whatever they wanted to ask. Bran smiled when he saw some of his fans, he waved at them and winked. His movement immediately brightened the fans’ faces. This was why he did it for, this reminded him that he couldn’t quit now. He had to be the light in dark times. Even if he played the character of a fallen angel during his shows but it was about the idea. The first question always took the longest although the reporters were eager to collect whatever information they could. The first hand rose in the air, Bran gave the signal to this person to talk.
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Post by Alexandra 'Alex' Jäger on Aug 25, 2016 1:17:44 GMT
Personally, Alex had never been a huge fan of this particular band. Not that she disliked them. Their sound had just never really grabbed her. But she’d heard some of their songs back in Germany, and her grandfather had disapproved enough that listening to them had become a matter of principle. Outside of that though, the band hadn’t attracted much attention from her. Until now. Vampires most definitely grabbed Alex’s attention after one had slaughtered some of her colleagues during a raid. She didn’t hunt them quite as religiously as werewolves, mostly because there didn’t seem to be as many. But vampires tended to be the more dangerous of the two if only because they always killed their victims. So when the subject came up, Alex listened. And Belgium wasn’t so far away really. From England or Germany. It wouldn’t be much of a stretch for the creatures who had hit the band to wander into Alex’s turf. A rather fatal mistake on their part.
That was the reason she had decided to show up to this conference. She needed to hear what the singer had to say. What had he seen, how had he survived, and would he offer up any information that could be used to identify and track the vampires involved? Belgium was technically outside of Alex’s jurisdiction, so she couldn’t get away with just questioning him officially. But maybe he would let something slip. Something useful. She more or less blended into the crowd of fans as she waited for arms crossed for things to get started. Her eyes were slightly narrowed though as she watched the singer. What she really needed was a way to get him alone. Maybe she should use her Ministry connections to find out exactly who he was. But for now she was going to listen, maybe ask a question or two, and carefully weigh out everything that was said.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2016 13:52:31 GMT
God, was this all just bloody awful. Literally. She felt a bit guilty about it, but Lauren was beyond glad she wasn't there that night. Would she have made it? The death toll proved that unlikely. Lots of people died that night. Lauren still didn't really understand how Bran made it out while the rest of the guys perished - but she was glad he did. Lauren was hurting, maybe not as bad as Bran (though she could never tell with him, what he was really feeling), but she was close to those guys as their manager and all. But she couldn't show it. Also as manager, it was her job to...well, manage. Manage the aftermath, and the questions, and the inevitable emotions. She didn't have time to feel her own, not until much later when she wasn't standing in front of a crowd of people. She preferred to do that type of thing alone, thanks. And there was a crowd here today. Loyal fans of the band were scattered among a myriad of reporters as well as groups of people Lauren couldn't quite place in either. She supposed it made sense. Everyone wanted to know what the hell was going on with the world nowadays, all these creatures attacking humans seemingly at random. Lauren was more nervous about the questions to come from that than she was afraid of the actual creatures themselves, she thought - because for once in her life, she really didn't know what to say. She didn't know why vampires were in the crowd that night, she didn't know why they decided to turn her band's, of all bands, concert into a bloodbath. She didn't know what was going to happen now. She didn't know what was going to happen with anything now. She hadn't wanted to bother Bran with questions over the past few days, letting the man grieve or do whatever it was he needed to do. But where was their future headed? Would the band continue? Lauren felt just as ignorant and nervous for the answers to those questions as the fans in the crowd. When someone finally began to speak the first question, after Lauren gave her spiel about the official details of the night and opening up the floor, she rested a hand on Bran's shoulder. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (OOC: Here's the article for anyone interested - homenumrevelio.boards.net/thread/636/nightclub-turned-slaughter-daily-prophet) |
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Post by Rebecca O'Brien on Oct 26, 2016 23:20:56 GMT
It was days like today when Becca understood why her father had all but left the wizarding world behind after he got married. Lately the whole place just seemed to be losing its mind. First Death Eaters brought down the Eye, then werewolves attacked Godric’s Hollow, and now a vampire coven had slaughtered most of a Belgian night club. Any one of those would’ve been a PR nightmare. But together? It was honestly a wonder Becca had gotten any sleep at all in the last month.
Creatures didn’t really fall into Becca’s usual coverage, although it had been all hands on deck after the Godric’s Hollow incident, but she still felt an obligation to be here today. Trace liked the band, and he was grieving its loss along with the other fans. That made this personal. Besides, since Claire worked in the creature department, she was sure to want a full report on the whole thing once she was off the clock. So here Becca was.
When the time finally came for questions, Becca put her hand up in the air along with all the others. The singer pointed in her direction, and the cacophony of reports quieted down. They all knew how this worked. Wait your turn. “Before we get into things, let me say that I’m very sorry for your loss,” Becca began. “Your friends will be deeply missed.” Maybe not be her, but by Trace and others who had loved the music. Besides, it was respectful to offer condolences. She would’ve done it regardless of who she was questioning. But now it was time to get to the difficult heart of the matter. “Mr. O’Reilly, the Belgian authorities seem to believe the attack on Club Echo was planned. Do you have any reason to believe that was the case, and if so, why do you believe they chose that particular location?” Not the easiest of questions, but it wasn’t Becca’s job to go easy. The Prophet had already released the numbers of the dead. That wasn’t the issue. What people really wanted to know was why. Why had this tragedy happened? And why now when so much else seemed to be hitting the fan already?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 14:04:05 GMT
OOC: I completely forgot about this thread.
His eyes went through the crowd, trying to find a familiar face that could spark happiness in him. Sadly his search was unsuccessful usually his fans cheered him up but they showed to be as sad and hurt as he was. Lauren’s hand on his shoulder assured him. If not for her he probably wouldn’t have come here at all. At least not sober, well as if he ever was 100% sober these days. But he would sure as hell have ruined the last bit of reputation he had still standing. He wondered what his fans would think of him when they found out he fled instead of helped his friends. The thought still weighed heavily upon him. He was a coward.
The first question came from a reporter. Bran tried to force a smile when she shared her condolence but no more but a grimace came out. He didn’t want to do this, he really didn’t. Lauren kept him in place however and he couldn’t walk out on the fans. The first question was straight to the point, causing the rockstar trouble finding his words. He didn’t want to believe anything. Whether it was planned or not didn’t change the outcome. His friends were dead. “I don’t know,” he mumbled and then remembered he should speak into the microphone to be audible. He cleared his throat and said again, this time in the microphone: “I’m sorry ma’m but I don’t know. I think maybe? There were at least ten of them. A bit much to be an accident,” he said and looked down biting his lip. Images flashed before his eyes. Bran took a step back but bumped against Lauren. “People go to a nightclub to have fun. Maybe… I’m sorry I don’t know why there of all places.” Bran turned his gaze to @lauren, hoping she could help him out.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2016 2:54:08 GMT
Reporters. Lauren had a contentious relationship with the whole field, it sometimes felt like. Which was strange considering, as manager, she spent quite a bit of her time with them. Lauren loved the band she managed dearly, but they didn't always make it easy - with their antics and honestly just their stage presence - when the reporters came asking their questions. The Pumpkings weren't violent or hateful or any of the things the media sometimes tried to paint them as. It was Lauren's job to denounce that picture as much as possible, but some of those reporters were damn stubborn. And manipulative. Lauren hated manipulative people.
The first reporter that spoke up today, though, didn't seem so bad. She offered her condolences first, the very least she could do before inevitably making Bran uncomfortable. Instead of watching the crowd like she probably should, she watched him carefully, keeping her face straight and neutral no matter how much his pitiful grimace made her want to frown. She couldn't possibly imagine what he was going through. Not only were those guys like his brothers...Bran was a creative soul. Working on the business side of a creative industry, Lauren saw a very clear divide between the two types of people involved in music. There were people like her, business-oriented and with all sorts of guards and walls (some probably unhealthy) to prevent their emotions from getting in the way of decisions. And then there were the musicians themselves. Some of them were business people, too, but there were also people like Bran. Passionate with a heart of gold and while those were undoubtedly good things, they were also things this world of theirs liked to break. It was her responsibility to protect Bran but even she couldn't protect him from himself. She could only watch after him, more careful than ever.
His answer was...expected. She imagined his brain was all jumbled up right now. And really, none of them knew why it happened. Least of all Bran. He just wanted to play his music. Lauren caught him when he stumbled back into her, hand dropping from his shoulder to around his waist. She pushed up on her toes to whisper in his ear, "That was fine. You don't have to answer anything you don't want to. You ok?" She eyed him, one little signal and she would sweep him off the stage. For the time being, she edged slightly in front of him to get her turn at the mic. "I'd like to remind reporters that Mr. O'Reilly saw and knows nothing more than anyone else that was in the club that night; band, crew, or fan. We're oftentimes not in a city long enough to know the full layout of the venue we're playing, much less catch wind of something like this happening. Please keep that in mind."
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