Post by Patrick Stump on Apr 8, 2007 20:10:35 GMT -5
Name
Patrick Martin Stump[h]
Age
Twenty Two
[April 27, 1984]
Reason for attending festival
Performing
Picture of your character
He's in the signature -insert laziness-
Personality
By Fall Out Boy's bassist, Pete Wentz, Patrick has been described as "The nicest person in the world". Wentz has also stated that "He [Stumph] is made of all good things, and there is nothing bad about him." As well as generally being polite and kind, Patrick tends to be shy and nervous once on camera. When on camera, he‘s more than willing to let [his best friend] Wentz do most of the talking.
Patrick has always had a great interest in music. He first started out playing the drums, then stretched his talent further to bass, guitar, piano, trumpet, trombone, and other instruments on the side. Even though Patrick has a great dislike for the things that come with fame [ex: photo shoots, interviews, invasion of privacy, etc.] he tries to concentrate solely on their job as a band and the music that they’re producing. Not being a “man for words” and before Fall Out Boy’s second album [or first, depending on how one views the situation] Take This To Your Grave, he stopped writing the lyrics as Wentz took the job. Now he focuses most of his work on writing the music for the band and putting the two together.
Likes
Music. Drums. Guitar. Bass. Piano. Organ. Trumpet. Trambone. Singing. Rushmore. David Bowie.
Dislikes
Barbecue sauce. Fighting. Photo shoots. Interviews
Sample Post
You think I'm just another hot shot
Whee. The Music Store. Which this was currently fullfilling his boredom, flipping through CDs, not really caring about anything else. Of course he was hiding near the back of the store, in the "ROCK" section, ignoring the sound of that stupid bell everytime someone walked in. It was annoying. And he couldn't quite figure out why the hell people put those on there anyway. I mean, it's just annoying. Ding.. three minutes later. Ding. And then theres the stupid little kids that will sit there and shake the door, just to make it ding. It's dumb. Like you really need to know everytime that someone walks in the door. Whatever. That doesn't matter, and I'm just rambling. Mooooving on.
He took a few steps farther down the aisle, finding himself in the ever growing "F - M" section. They didn't have the sections labeled really.. But you could tell exactly where you were just by glancing at the first CD then looking at the last one in the aisle. Which of course atleast one of the few that were sitting infront of him were Fall Out Boy, and sometimes he found it weird to find their merchandise in stores. That was just about as weird as hearing one of their songs come on the radio. It was just odd, different, and something that he never really expected to ever happen. Still, he probably wouldn't regret anything from happening. Even the squeaky voice annoying teen fangirls that are worse than obsessive stalker freaks. Maybe the world would be better without them, but he wasn't a super hero, so he couldn't go around zapping all the little freaks away.
He smiled and sighed, continuing scanning through CDs. The Fall Of Troy, Fall Out Boy.. and thats all he really paid attention to until he found himself flipping through the Hs and still moving on. Hawthorne Heights, then there was The Killers, then Matchbook Romance.. and Motion City Soundtrack. Okay, so he really wasn't paying any attention to the fact that he'd gone down that entire aisle, and flipped through probably a hundred or more CDs. He was bored. Even from flipping through CDs. Give him a break. Sheesh. You'd be bored and zoning out too if you had basicly nothing to do, no one to talk to, and you were in some dud of a music store. There was just about no one in the friggin place. It was dead. No one. Just him, hiding in the back. Even with him hiding back there, it wasn't like no one would notice him at first glance around the store. Sure he's short, but you could probably definitely see the bill of his hat poking out about the aisles of CDs.
But really I'm just a kid with a box of cheerios and pokemon cards
What you need
I'm An Old Foagie
"I, Krista, have read the rules and will obey them. I understand the consequences of breaking the rules of Tombstone Festival and understand and agree to the consequences."
[/size]Patrick Martin Stump[h]
Age
Twenty Two
[April 27, 1984]
Reason for attending festival
Performing
Picture of your character
He's in the signature -insert laziness-
Personality
By Fall Out Boy's bassist, Pete Wentz, Patrick has been described as "The nicest person in the world". Wentz has also stated that "He [Stumph] is made of all good things, and there is nothing bad about him." As well as generally being polite and kind, Patrick tends to be shy and nervous once on camera. When on camera, he‘s more than willing to let [his best friend] Wentz do most of the talking.
Patrick has always had a great interest in music. He first started out playing the drums, then stretched his talent further to bass, guitar, piano, trumpet, trombone, and other instruments on the side. Even though Patrick has a great dislike for the things that come with fame [ex: photo shoots, interviews, invasion of privacy, etc.] he tries to concentrate solely on their job as a band and the music that they’re producing. Not being a “man for words” and before Fall Out Boy’s second album [or first, depending on how one views the situation] Take This To Your Grave, he stopped writing the lyrics as Wentz took the job. Now he focuses most of his work on writing the music for the band and putting the two together.
Likes
Music. Drums. Guitar. Bass. Piano. Organ. Trumpet. Trambone. Singing. Rushmore. David Bowie.
Dislikes
Barbecue sauce. Fighting. Photo shoots. Interviews
Sample Post
You think I'm just another hot shot
Whee. The Music Store. Which this was currently fullfilling his boredom, flipping through CDs, not really caring about anything else. Of course he was hiding near the back of the store, in the "ROCK" section, ignoring the sound of that stupid bell everytime someone walked in. It was annoying. And he couldn't quite figure out why the hell people put those on there anyway. I mean, it's just annoying. Ding.. three minutes later. Ding. And then theres the stupid little kids that will sit there and shake the door, just to make it ding. It's dumb. Like you really need to know everytime that someone walks in the door. Whatever. That doesn't matter, and I'm just rambling. Mooooving on.
He took a few steps farther down the aisle, finding himself in the ever growing "F - M" section. They didn't have the sections labeled really.. But you could tell exactly where you were just by glancing at the first CD then looking at the last one in the aisle. Which of course atleast one of the few that were sitting infront of him were Fall Out Boy, and sometimes he found it weird to find their merchandise in stores. That was just about as weird as hearing one of their songs come on the radio. It was just odd, different, and something that he never really expected to ever happen. Still, he probably wouldn't regret anything from happening. Even the squeaky voice annoying teen fangirls that are worse than obsessive stalker freaks. Maybe the world would be better without them, but he wasn't a super hero, so he couldn't go around zapping all the little freaks away.
He smiled and sighed, continuing scanning through CDs. The Fall Of Troy, Fall Out Boy.. and thats all he really paid attention to until he found himself flipping through the Hs and still moving on. Hawthorne Heights, then there was The Killers, then Matchbook Romance.. and Motion City Soundtrack. Okay, so he really wasn't paying any attention to the fact that he'd gone down that entire aisle, and flipped through probably a hundred or more CDs. He was bored. Even from flipping through CDs. Give him a break. Sheesh. You'd be bored and zoning out too if you had basicly nothing to do, no one to talk to, and you were in some dud of a music store. There was just about no one in the friggin place. It was dead. No one. Just him, hiding in the back. Even with him hiding back there, it wasn't like no one would notice him at first glance around the store. Sure he's short, but you could probably definitely see the bill of his hat poking out about the aisles of CDs.
But really I'm just a kid with a box of cheerios and pokemon cards
What you need
"I, Krista, have read the rules and will obey them. I understand the consequences of breaking the rules of Tombstone Festival and understand and agree to the consequences."
