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Post by annie1 on Dec 28, 2011 22:09:52 GMT
 when you followed a tour around the country just like misery did, it was not a really rare thing to be constantly seeing young girls or even adult ones who would be ready to pretty much anything to spend some time with the boys or girls in the bands. sluts were running around, ready to pull their tops off at pretty much any time and it was not like any of the band members were going to refuse have a good time. she found that type of fan quite pitiful in fact. did they not have some kind of dignity that made them hold back? were they not able to restrain their hormones and keep themselves from looking like complete fools? the teenager sometimes thought she was the only fan who still thought she was worth something more, who still had some kind of self-esteem and was able to resist the members of her favorite bands, no matter how many times any of them would try to get in her pants. it was probably because of the fact that she was not simply here to have fun as many of the other fans who were here. she was here to work. she had a job to do, articles to write. she could not spend most of her nights in bars and nightclubs as many others would. she actually had to stay sober and she was perfectly fine with this. she had once been a completely different girl, one who did not care at all about if she had to wake up early the next day, one who had no morals at all and who would sleep with anything that had two legs, that was human and that was breathing. yes, she had once been a proper slut who had no respect for herself. but like anyone, she had found her way in life. she had found what she wanted to do, how she wanted to bring some good to this world and had put an end to all of this. she was determined to make her time on this earth worth it. it was precisely for that reason she had refused to give in to elijah evans, guitar player of alpha bravo charlie, her favorite band on tour, when he had tried to get in her pants when they had first truly talked to one another face to face. well, just like any other girl, misery had hormones. deep inside, she had truly wished she could have let herself go for just this once. but then, who would take her seriously? when the chance had come, she had definitely thought about giving in to eli. he was, after all, one of the main reasons why she had decided to follow the tour. she could have simply stayed in her hometown and wait for the tour to come around. well, there was also the fact that she wanted nothing more than to leave that place. nonetheless, she could have stayed put. but having the chance to be around alpha bravo charlie, to have the chance to talk to them was simply a dream come true for the fan that she was and she had refused to let herself miss such an opportunity. and to be here, she had to keep her job. it was the most important thing in the world for her, the only thing that really mattered in her life as of now and she was not going to let a guy ruin all of this for her.. even if it was one of the few guys who could have probably made her do anything they wanted if she had not been so focused on all of this, on succeeding as a critic. she somewhat regretted it. she somewhat wanted to give in just now, find him and give in. however, she had to remember how hard she had worked to come here and the urge to let go and have fun simply vanished. it did not mean that she could not allow herself to make a few friends while she was there, however. she was, after all, allowed to have some fun as long as her deadlines for the articles she had to hand in were respected and as long as she kept in mind her main goal. it was why she had once accepted to go out with some band members of a few different bands after talking to them on the internet and it was also why she would sometimes allow herself to have a drink or two, whether it was in a local bar or on her own in her van, after a concert she had to write an article about. so far, her strategy had worked. none of her articles had been late and her boss seemed to be pleased enough with her work. at least, she had not yet heard a word about how she might have been doing a bad job. so she had called him. it was not really like she liked some guy and wanted to hang around with him so she called him and sounded completely desperate and pathetic. well, she did have to admit that he did not leave her completely indifferent, but she still could not say that she felt anything for him, really. the reason behind her wanting to hang out with him was simple. she thought he seemed like a fun guy to hang around. plus, fridays were her off day. it was the day she would normally just relax and hang out by herself while listening to some old records in her van and drink beer, letting the time pass slowly and calmly. but she had decided to share that time with him. misery found herself deeply hoping that he would not think of this as some fan trying to get with him, not that it would have been quite unpleasant to him, in fact. she did not want to be perceived as the girl who was only there to be able to say she had sex with a member of abc when she would go back home. she did not, in fact, even know if she ever was going back home, so that could not have been her goal. as she crawled around in her hippie van, she ran a hand through her hair as if that could have pushed away all the worries that were currently haunting her mind. she quickly picked up a few clothes that were laying around on the ground of her van and threw them in the basket she had installed before she had left. it really was practical, in fact. and there she sat, waiting for him to arrive, her eyes stuck on her shoes as she stared at them. she needed to relax, needed to just wait and see. it was not like anything bad could have happened, right? she did not even know why she was freaking out so much about this. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me  tagged , mister maddox elijah evans, aka callie. music , everything on my comp. outfit , clickers, bby.words , ONE ONE SIX SEVEN. notes , sorry, the ending sucked. 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Post by eli on Jan 1, 2012 0:31:12 GMT
RUN BECAUSE THEY'RE CHASIN' ME DOWN ! Having nothing to do wasn't something that bothered Eli. As a matter of fact, he was growing to appreciate that, especially after day after day after day of interviews, merch signings, concerts, and nights out on the town. In other words, he considered it a bit of a relief when the band decided they were having a lazy day in which they all sat around the bus and relaxed. Eli, with his nocturnal sleeping patterns, had been, unsurprisingly, snug in his bed and asleep when his cell phone decided to rudely awaken him from the refreshing slumber. At first, he'd thought about ignoring it, but then decided he'd better not. So, he'd been half asleep when he answered the phone call from none other than Misery. He was sure she'd been able to tell that he hadn't exactly been awake, but she didn't comment on it, just asked if he'd want to come over and hang out with her or... something like that. Whatever. The technical words didn't matter. What mattered was that Eli had decided that four hours of sleep was probably more than he needed in the first place, so he'd gotten out of bed, scavenged around the room for some clothes, thrown them on, and tugged a comb through his hair before straightening it into its typical style. It wasn't very manly of him to use a straightener, he knew, but he'd never claimed to be manly, so it didn't really matter. Then he was out the door.
Misery Winters. He was refusing his day of rest where he could sleep until the next show so he could go to see a Miss Misery Winters. If the rest of Alpha Bravo Charlie knew more than "I'm going out, I'll be back later", they might have wondered what was wrong with him. Right now, he was wondering precisely that to himself. Missing his free day for a girl. Now, maybe if she'd been his girlfriend and he'd actually been trying to maintain the relationship, maybe that would make sense, but he wasn't dating Misery. He never would. He and relationships didn't function together well, because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. He knew that. He could accept that. But sometimes people didn't believe certain things you said, even if you knew yourself better than they did. The last girlfriend he'd had, he was twenty-one years old, and he could barely remember her name -- Polly? Peyton? Pandora? whatever -- had been convinced that if they worked hard enough, he wouldn't have to sleep with everyone he found attractive. He'd tried not to. He really had. But he'd still ended up sleeping with her twin sister, and she'd caught him, thus ending their relationship of four days. It had been nice while it lasted. She should have been flattered though -- the twins were identical, so at least he found her attractive. That had to be a plus, right? Apparently not enough of one. His mother had once told him that he'd slow down with his sexual habits when he found The One, and he knew he should trust her, but she'd never found this fabled One, so how did she know? Besides, there was probably something wrong with him. His mother didn't sleep around, and she seemed perfectly okay with no sex. He still kind of hoped she was right, though -- he'd like to have a girlfriend or a boyfriend one day. Just... only once he could control his hormones. Maybe he should practice saying no or something.
And how could he even know when he met The One? With his luck, he'd probably slept with him or her already and then moved on to the next best-looking person in the vicinity. The only person he could think of that might have even been close was a girl he'd dated a long time ago -- when he was about nineteen, which actually wasn't so long ago -- and consecutively screwed things up with. The two of them had lasted about four months, and all the while Eli had been fucking other people behind her back. Before she'd found out, though, things had been great. They'd been great enough for him to even think that he should probably stop, that he should try to be faithful for once in his life, but he just couldn't. So, eventually, she'd found out, caught him, and that, just like every other serious relationship he'd ever tried to have in his life, fell to pieces. He was used to it by now, but he still felt bad about that one girl. They'd had it great, after all. He could talk to her, kiss her, hug her, things like that that weren't even sex, and he could still just feel glad that she was there. They didn't even need to be doing anything. Was that what made someone The One? He hoped not; she hated his guts by now. If she didn't, that was a damn miracle, because she had every right to. Eli didn't want to think about that, though, about any of it. He'd turn into a curled-up ball of regrets on the sidewalk his feet pressed down on, and, with a destination in mind, that was one thing he didn't need.
So he trekked on, hands carelessly in his pockets and his head staring down at the sidewalk. It was a bit of a miracle that he managed to keep from knocking into anyone... or reverting to sleepwalking. Even though he'd told himself that four hours of sleep was way more than he even needed, his body seemed to disagree, but he tried to ignore that, instead following the directions he'd told her to text him. Eventually, he found himself at a bus with what looked like graffiti all over it, and he paused outside to examine it for a moment before realizing that the graffiti was actually lyrics. Some of them were even Alpha Bravo Charlie's lyrics -- his lyrics. The corners of his lips quirked up slightly in approval before he moved over to the back doors of the van and knocked a couple times. He let his hands retreat back into his pockets after he was sure he'd knocked loud enough for her to hear. Eli looked around him to see if there was even anyone nearby, but there wasn't. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he compared it to being picked up into a van by some stranger after being offered candy (or, in his case, sex, though she hadn't offered that -- it didn't hurt to hope, surely?), even if it wasn't that type of van. Actually, if he had to compare Misery's van to any other type of van, it would be to one of those hippie vans that were covered in smiley faces, flowers, and bubble lettering spelling out the words "Flower Power", like the type of thing you'd have seen rolling around back in the sixties or the seventies. Needless to say, Eli liked it. music,, i would do anything for you by foster the people.words,, 1,173.tag you're it,, misery/annie. <3lyrics,, i just wanna run by the downtown fiction.outfit,, Top & bottoms & shoes.notes,, it did not. <3 |
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Post by annie1 on Jan 21, 2012 5:21:06 GMT
people had always qualified misery as hyperactive, even though she had never been diagnosed with adhd or any other disorder like that.. simply because her parents had been to lazy to make her go through tests to make her life easier. they did not care enough about her. so, as a child, she could never stay in one place for a long period of the time. in elementary school, when they had that fifteen minutes break in the morning, she would be the first one outside of the class, running around the hallways as she waited for the teachers to open the doors. she’d jump around with her friends, giggle and play. which, for a kid, would have been totally normally to everyone when someone started explaining to them how misery was. however, the part of this whole thing that they did not know was that the girl was also unable to focus on only one thing at a time. no matter how hard she tried, her mind would always be running around, clinging to any opportunity it had to do something different at every second of every minute of every hour of every day. she could stay in one place. she had to be in constant movement. this also implied that she could not talk to the same person about the same subject for a long period of time, which meant ten to fifteen minutes in her book. she had to change the subject. of course, this situation had ended up getting eventually better as she grew older and older. but, eventually, it had also started affecting other aspects of her life that were somewhat much more important than simply having a conversation with someone. she had trouble focusing when doing an exam. the slightest of noise would disturb her. it started affecting the love part of her life as well. when she started dating, she had trouble fully committing to a relationship. it was not that she was scared of it, not at all. in fact, she really would have wanted to find a stable boyfriend. it would have kept her from thinking about all the issues she had with her parents. but she simply could not. maybe it was just because she had not been ready at the time. she had no idea and thought it was best for her to just move on and live her life. someday, that would come around and there was nothing she could do about it. generally, however, when she was completely focused on one thing, she was able to finish it in only a few minutes, or hours, depending on the length of the work she had to do. it was why she was so dedicated to her work as a journalist. if there was one thing she was serious about in life, that was it. this disorder of hers also kept her from sleeping even if she was completely exhausted. she was unable to fall asleep during the day, unless her body was threatening to completely shut off for.. well, for a long time. it was almost as though she was constantly on a sugar high, even if she had absolutely nothing in her body. most of the time, it was really annoying, mainly because it meant that it took her everything to fall asleep at night, even though the dark seemed to have a calming effect on her. this was the reason behind her not thinking that elijah, being the musician that he was, might not have been in the state to come out of his bus at this hour and hang out with her. she had not quite thought of the fact that he might have been sleeping right at this instant and that he might have needed that sleep in order to properly function later on that day. she had not thought of the fact that most people were not like her and that most people could not go an entire day or more without sleeping at all. however, misery had asked him if he had wanted to come over. she guessed that he was smart enough to understand that she would not really have been disappointed if he said that he did not want to come for whatever reason that may have bothered him at the time, such as lack of sleep. but he had accepted, so that must have meant that, if he did lack sleep, it must have not bothered him all that much and that she had absolutely nothing to worry about. she shrugged lightly as she looked up at the ceiling of her van and continued picking up some things that had been laying around for way too long, putting some of them in the trash can, some in her suitcase, some in the front seats which were only used whenever the tour moved. as she waited for elijah to come by, which would not take much longer since she never usually parked her van really far from the site of the tour (after all, she did have to go there quite a lot of times for interviews and stuff, which made it practical to be near), she decided to put some ambiance on and slipped to the front of her van, being careful not to sit on the passenger seat since that one usually held the fragile stuff. she grabbed one of her beatles cds which had been laying around on the floor of the front of her van and put it in the cd player, moving to the back once more as it started playing. she had barely laid down on the floor of her van, putting her feet up on the back of her front seat, when she heard elijah’s knock on the back door. she decided to be lazy and, instead of going to open the door for him herself, screaming over the music that it was unlocked or something along those lines. come innnnn! she said loudly enough so he could hear it. she propped herself up on one of her elbows and twisted around to look back at him as he would come in, offering him a small smile which was partly hidden because of the brown, messy bangs. she pushed them back behind her ear with the hand that had not been holding her up so she would be somewhat comfortable and decided it would be best for her to sit up. there would be more room for him like that. you look somewhat tired, eli. you should have stayed in bed. i wouldn’t have minded.. she said with a tone that could have seemed apologetic as she tilted her head and looked at him. she was totally lying, however. she was glad that he had decided to come, even though she had decided to hide it behind a calm smile. she had never been one to quite enjoy doing something by herself. she always found it much more interesting when she had the opportunity to do these things with someone else. and that person being elijah just made it even better for her. so.. what’s up? she simply said, reaching underneath the leather of her jacket to replace the strap of her black, rockstars only tank top. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me tagged , mister maddox elijah evans, aka callie. music , everything on my comp. outfit , clickers, bby.words , ONE TWO ONE FOUR. notes , i miss them.
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