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Post by annie1 on Dec 31, 2011 6:35:31 GMT
 misery had always been a quite simple girl. nothing was complicated in her life or, at least, she acted as though nothing was. she hated having to worry about things and simply prefered to be happy. most of the time, people worried about things that they could not really change on their own like the global warming or wars. she knew those were absolutely horrible things and everyone should have worried about them. however, she did not see the point of letting it constantly affect your life. some complained that life was hard, life was a bitch to them all the time. of course, life isn’t always fair. but why did they always complain about it instead of making the best of it? she had always lived by the fact that she could not simply live in regret of what there was no way in hell she was ever getting. so, because of that, the young woman had always been a really simple girl to please. the stupidest of jokes had the power to make her burst into laughters and the smallest thing could make her cry out of joy. few things really got to her. it was rare to ever see her upset enough to cry or mad enough to throw punches around. of course, like everyone else, she had her moments where she could simply not hold back. there were things in this world that she did not understand at all, like how people could be destroying their own home without seeming to care or how they could destroy each other without thinking twice about it. those generally were the only things that could really make her explode. however, other than that, it was mostly unlikely to ever see her lose her cool. as a child, she had been the happy-go-lucky type, not worrying about anything at all. she had learned at a young age that she had to be happy with what she had, with the objects her parents gave her because she was not getting anything more than just that. she had been spoiled, yes. however, she had not become one of those little brats. she liked to think, in fact, that she was better than those. she was somehow a new kind of spoiled brat for she was quite nicer and gentler. then again, she had chosen that type of lifestyle simply because she understood some things that most people would not have understood. so, as we had been saying, misery had always been an easy person to please or to amuse. when she was just a child, she had the ability to play with just about anything and look like she was having so much fun that all the other kids wanted to come play with her. in fact, she did not only look like she was having fun, she actually was. she did not need all those gifts, all those toys her parents would constantly bring her. the only thing she really would have needed would have been their love. but that was refused to her and so she moved on, living on the love her nanny would give her. she had been taught by her nanny that there were people in other places in this world that suffered much more than she ever would. she taught misery how to accept the pain she felt, the pain her parents had caused her and turn it into something good, something that would help others see how happy they could be if they did just the same as she had done. the smallest of things such as going to school and seeing her friends, having food be made for her, having someone to take care of her and raise her, and making other people happy could make the girl happy and that was her way of surviving through life. if you were unable to love others, how were you supposed to love yourself? her whole life, misery had been the one constantly caring for others and giving to them at all times without asking for anything in return. however, just like any other child who had not had enough attention coming from her parents when she was younger, she was longing the attention of her peers. deep down, all she wanted was to be noticed, for people to know who she was. she wanted to be loud and be heard by absolutely everyone that was surrounding her. she eventually succeeded, but to what prize? she had become what she had hated the most since she had been old enough to understand such things. a slut, an attention whore, that was what she had become and she became ashamed of herself. the park was quite empty at that time of the day and, in fact, it pleased misery that it was. she was alone, or almost, to enjoy the songs that the birds sung to her. with her pad in her lap and her pen in her left hand, she looked around herself and up at the sky, breathing in deeply as a smile spread across her slightly pink lips due to the lipgloss she had on. she normally did not put on much make-up, being the simple girl that she was as of now. before, she would have been the one to dress up, even to go to school. dressed to impress was the saying and she lived by it. however, now, she prefered to be herself whether people liked it or not. her make-up was usually just a tiny bit of lipgloss, mascara, eye-liner and eyeshadow. just something to look pretty, you know? what girl would not want to look pretty? her hair was usually and naturally messy and she could and would not be bothered with trying to make it pretty, so she just left it like that when she woke up or would tie it. as for her clothes, even though she tried to make sure everything went together so she wouldn’t look like a complete fool, she would just put on anything that went with her tastes that very morning. and out the door she was. she had decided to bring her pad to write out with her this morning. being a writer, she needed to constantly find ways to get her inspiration to come to her, and going out had seemed the best way for her, lately, to find what she wanted to tell the readers about her experiences on tour. she could not exactly tell them everything that had happened since most of it was private life matter. but she was convinced she would eventually find something to say. absentmindedly, she started tapping the beat of a song on her pad and humming the lyrics she knew by heart. she closed her eyes turned and tilted her head, her smile growing wider. music had always had that effect on her. it calmed her down, made her able to see things more clearly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me  tagged , mister benjamin cole bennett, aka TRIN <3 music , everything on my comp. outfit , clickers, bby.words , ONE ONE SIX THREE. notes , sorry that took so long D:
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Post by trin2 on Jan 25, 2012 21:35:21 GMT
Benjamin Bennett honestly couldn't say he'd experienced anything similar to tour in his life. The shows that made him sweat with work, the meet and greets in which he met many, many (as shallow as it seemed) attractive girls, and of course, the afterparties, during which he got completely, one hundred percent, wasted. Of course, he was made to pay for it in the morning, his head splitting and his brain cells decreased. Of course, many people had suggested he stopped living his life the way he was, but the thing was, he just couldn't. This, in his opinion, was the good life, and now that he'd had a taste of it, he wasn't about to let it go -- not without a fight. It wasn't the best life he'd had, but he couldn't get that back -- or, at least, he doubted it. Luca Amory and Ashton Zayden had been his best friends when he was a kid. He could still remember the times they'd been in his front garden, laughing and shoving each other over recklessly. The time where he'd shoved Luca over and managed to get him covered in mud, in his new clothes. Luca had protested it was only fair that he got his revenge, and had, with the help of Ashton, managed to salvage a bucket, scoop up mud and drench him in it. This brought about all out mud war, and by the end of it, Luca was filthy, Benji looked like he was made of mud, and Ashton was complaining her mom would kill her because her hair was sticking out in clumps. There was that first five seconds of awkward silence, and Benji had caught Luca's eyes, and they'd burst out laughing. Ashton had hit them both, but laughed along with them. That's where Benji wished he could freezeframe. With his two best friends: That's where he wished he were right then. What he wouldn't give to be fourteen again, just hanging out with the other two. They had meant everything to him, and although Lunatic's Disadvantage was pretty successful now, he still cursed himself for leaving them. He allowed his mind to wander to them, sometimes, wondering what they were doing, how they were. He didn't let himself do it often, though. He was wracked with a feeling of sudden guilt if he did, although he didn't know why.
He had no idea what time he woke up. All he knew was, it was too early: Any time of day was too early. He'd actually awoken soaking wet, due to someone throwing water over him. He'd sworn loudly, stumbling about and managing to trip into a cupboard. Now, however, he was grumbling about killing the person that had done this to him, "That was rude, you know!" He yelled out groggily. He was answered with chuckles by his fellow bandmates. "Assholes." He hissed quietly, pulling a towel out of the cupboard he'd walked into. He pulled off his clothes and quickly took a shower, before moving out and pulling the towel around him. The shirt and jeans he planned to wear was already hanging on the back of his chair, and all too soon, he was dry, dressed, his hair had been sorted and he was left with nothing to do. He wandered around the bus for a while, only to leave when he found the guitarist acting suspiciously with ketchup bottles. Like he wanted to be around when that panned out.
He actually had no idea where his feet were carrying him. It was still light in the sky, so he had some time to kill before any shows or parties. Not that, in fact, they actually had a show on that night. More time to party, but that meant, more waiting time. He sighed to himself as he kicked an empty beer can along the road. Well, this was boring. He guessed he could practice, but hey, what could he say? He was in a social mood. Granted, he'd have to get practically thrown out of the bus to be in this mood, but it was a social mood nonetheless. Hopefully he'd find someone interesting enough to talk to him on his route to wherever.
He stopped by the coffee shop and bought himself a can of Dr. Pepper, sipping on it softly as he walked about. He wasn't one for soppy things, like poetry, and scenery, and things like that, but it was pretty lovely out. It was warm, he knew that much. Not like Scotland – freezing even in summer.
It took him a while to realise he was in the pretty much deserted park. There were no dogs and no children, not what he could see. He shrugged to himself, moving through unfazed, continuing to sip at his drink. That was when he spotted her: Misery. She was this cute girl on tour – she was only a fan, but him and her really hit it off, and he quite enjoyed her company. He noticed she had headphones in, and grinned rather devilishly to himself as he moved behind her, grabbing her shoulders and yelling, ”Boo!” he laughed to himself as he plonked himself next to her, ”Hey, baby-doll.”
ooc; it's crap but i gotta go >.>
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Post by annie1 on Jan 30, 2012 2:27:15 GMT
some people generally got lost while they read a book they liked. they would not be able to focus on anything of the outside world and their entire soul would get lost in the world of the book. for misery, it was different. she had never been really big on reading. back when she was in school, she liked it when she had to read a book for her class and had to tell her peers about it or when her nanny (her mother would not have been bothered with doing such things) would read stories to her to put her to sleep when she was younger. but she had never been one to read for pure pleasure. she did not have a favorite book that she could read over and over again just like the others had. if she had to name one because someone had asked her or because it was in a survey, she would generally give some random book that was a classic and that everyone had read or simply say that she did not have one, depending on her level of motivation that day and if she could be bothered or not. she had never been big on reading and never would be. however, music had, as far as she could remember, always been a large part of her life. she would always listen to music. when she was little, her nanny would sing her to sleep sometimes. as she grew older, whenever she was home, she would always blast music in her room or in any room of her house when she was alone. when she took the bus to school, music would be blasting in her ears through her headphones. it was so loud, in fact, that she could barely hear whatever was happening around her. and she would not have really wanted to. it was not like the immaturity of what her peers did really interested her in any way possible, even though she constantly seemed to be taking a large part in high school life, being what people liked to call the number one party organiser of her town. music had always been a large part of her life. to this day, it still was. it was the only thing that had always been there with her. it calmed her, made her see things from an objective point of view when she would have wanted to rip someone’s head off. this meant that she did not care about her past life, about what it had been like to live almost on her own and not have anyone really caring about her. getting used to the life on tour, even though she really was not properly on tour, had not been such an important thing for her. it had taken her only a day or two to get used to it, since here too, she did not have anyone that she really knew or that really cared about her. it was not that different from home, really. all that she had was all that she needed, and that was music. she was surrounded by the thing she loved most in this world and would constantly be hearing someone jam or sing or do some kind of musical activity when she was around the location of the tour. she loved it, really, to always be surrounded by music. this truly was her place in life, and she would have given it up for absolutely nothing. it was why she was generally so serious about what she did and why she took time, such as now, to make whatever she wrote the best she could. it was not really for the people who would read it. it was more for herself. it was as though she was telling about every single one of her experiences, as if she was writing about her daily life here and everyone she met, most of them being heroes of her high school years. what they did had saved her from going into complete depression, from letting misery take over her.. which was rather ironic, if you thought about it. she was glad and did not regret any one of the choices she had made that had lead her here. she looked up from the pad that had been sitting in her lap as she drew flowers and suns and stars on it everywhere. the inspiration had clearly not come to her just yet. it generally did not take long when all the conditions that helped her (music, quiet environment, the outside) were put together. but something seemed to be holding misery back and she could not get past it. she stared up at the leaves of the tree above her as the breeze blew through them, making them wave down at her. maybe it was because she was thinking about benji. she had been thinking about him for a while now. every day, the thought of him would float through her mind. they had hung out before, but nothing had happened. she did not understand how he had had such a strong impression on her. when she had first started this adventure, she had promised herself one thing and that was to not let herself have even the slightest of crushes on any one of these musicians. she had been around such gus before, and she knew what they could be like, even though she had expected the ones on tour to be slightly more professional than this local band she used to invite at her place to play at one of her parties. there was something that she liked about benjamin however, something that she liked and that made her smile. and so, when she heard his voice, even though she did not recognize it immediately, she could not help but let a smile creep on her lips as she turned her head to look at him. she nudged him slightly with her elbow, rolling her eyes and shuffling closer to him while putting her pad aside. maybe all she needed was a distraction, and she felt as though benjamin would be able to offer just that to her. hey.. i don’t have some ridiculous nickname for you yet. sorry. she said, smirking a little and looking down at her hands which were resting in her lap. she usually was good at making conversation when she thought there was a need to make one. however, if there really was nothing to say, she was a person to prefer silence over useless words. words were meant to have meaning behind them and not be completely empty. however, she thought that she should make an effort. surely, being so quiet was definitely not going to work out too well in this situation. what are you doing around here, benji? going for a walk or.. maybe stalking me? she said, winking at him to make it obvious that she was kidding. she brushed her hair behind her ear and bit down on her bottom lip slightly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me tagged , mister benjamin cole bennett, aka TRIN <3 music , everything on my comp. outfit , clickers, bby.words , ONE ONE SEVEN SIX. notes , lalalalala they’re lovely c:
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