the greatest music festival of all time: Woodstock (kinda m.)

(So, anywhere I can jump in?)

Well, one of my charries is a furrier journalist trying to get some interviews. The hippies are gathering in this huge feild, so I could have her meet you there?

(Sounds good to me.)
Jack: I just arrived to the huge clearing where everybody else was gathering. It amazed me how many people were there...all with the same ideas in mind. At least I thought so. I lost my buddies somewhere in the crowd, but I knew they were enjoying themselves.

Aubree: I curse as I play back the tape recorder. Nothing. Absolutely nothing! My first day and my recorder's already trashed. I sigh and shove it bavk in my backpack. Guess I'm doing this the old fashioned way. I take out a pad and paper and look around, my eyes finally landing on a guy. He doesn't look too stoned yet. "Excuse me!" I call. "May I have a moment of your time?"

Jack: I turned towards the woman who had apparently called to me, and I smiled lazily, "Sure, why not?"

Aubree: Good. I nod and walk over to sit on his car. "Ok," I say. "Do you mind stating your name please?"

whoa, looks cool o.o

Join!!!

Cool, really?! Do you need any particular characters?

Nope, just make 'em awesome! I got a journalist and a guy who actually lives in Woodstock.

Jack: "Jack Ashbury." I stated simply. I could really go for a joint...but might as well wait until she's done. "

Aubree: I hurriedly write it down. Stupid faulty recorder. "And why are you here exactly?"

Name: Jacob Kline
age: 17
Appearance: Medium length sandy brown hair, grey eyes. Tall and semi muscular. Loose fitting brown pants, and long sleeved white top
personality: Conflicted between responsibility for his sister, and responsibility for the causes he believes in. Not as much as a risk taker as the others.

Name: Annabel Kline
age: 8
Appearance: Long red hair, grey eyes. Very tiny, even for her age. Wears a green dress, no shoes
personality: Acts very naive, almost oblivious, but spots truths that adults don't

(Cool, my guy's at the record store while everyone else is in the feild.)

Jack: I thought and then shrugged, "For the experience, I guess. And just to have a real good time."

could your guy and my guy be friends, Pavo?

Sure, although he isn't a Marshall. ;P

Yeah, nobody but Marshall could ever be Marshall. Ever. In the universe. Out of all the character's I've ever seen, he's one, if not my only, favorite. But still, Jacob needs friends and stuff. Not that he's a good Jonas or anything either

-sigh- I can't believed I killed him...
He was so cool. But alas, it had to happen. ._.
Mmk. He works in the record store so just have him meet up there.

Jacob
I held tightly onto Annie's hand as we entered the record store "Mikey?" I called out, scanning the rows of vinyl for my best friend "You in here?"

Jack: I thought and then shrugged, "For the experience, I guess. And just to have a real good time." *Repost*

Mikey: I blink awake and look around, confused. Damn, I fell asleep behind the counter again. Well, at least Boss Man isn't here to catch me. "Oh, hey guys," I call with a yawn."

Aubree: What the hell? "That's it?" I ask. "Seriously? I've asked five people this and all anyone can give me is 'peace' and 'happiness' and 'experience.' And you're serious about this!"

Jacob
Annie let go of my hand and ran up to Mikey with a huge grin, wrapping her arms around his leg without a single word. I just chuckled and shook my head "How are things?"

Jack: I looked at her curiously, but also dully. "Well, isn't that how you expected me to answer?" Meaning, 'Isn't that what us 'hippies' are suppose to say?'
"What I mean is to just escape from everything else, all the hate and prejudice, and relax for five whole days. It that good enough?" I asked sincerely.

Mikey: "Same old man," I say. "Meaning about as eventful as a staring contest." I smile and lift Annie up on the counter. "'You been behaving?"

Aubree: That was actually a bit more in that direction. I start writing it down and cross my legs. "Would you say that the world has become a cesspool of hate in which the big wigs crush the little man beneath the heel of their impressive, oversized, corporate fed boot?"