Big_Band_Runner

An Alts_Worth_A_Hoot Composition

Green fields, forests that seem like they hide so much, pastures stretching as far as the eye can see...ah, nature. It's a wonder, isn't it? So much to see, so much to take in...

Turntable's what you get when you raise someone who's never known that. He's a punk, through and through - jacket, bike, the whole gamut. Fits him, to be completely honest - boisterous, challenging, and oftentimes irrational. Like a glove, most'd say.

Important to mention; he's also a massive slut. That rear he dons has been spread wider than Christiantity, if you catch my drift. Girls, guys, a girl and a guy, a guy and a guy - he's done it all. Things just seem a lot more normal now - yet no less enjoyable.

As a whole, when you think "urban man", you're gonna think of someone like Turntable. Someone offbeat, a little shut in, quick to a joke and quicker to broke.

Such became a problem in his life. See, money isn't easy for him to come across - only somewhat influenced by his lack of many major skills - so he does whatever he needs to scrap up some slips of that sweet sweet green.

Everything seemed to be a bit of a struggle...til Cello came. The boss saw potential in the boy, so he cut him an alluring deal. Living costs paid, at the simple price of working a recruiting job for the Big Band. It was simple enough - just gotta woo people on into this fancy ol' gang of ours!

Wooing can take many forms. It can be cold, calculated, informational...

Or it can be Turntable's method.

Yeah, that ass is...mildly used, to put it lightly. But hey, when it's (part of) your ticket to ride, you take what you can get~