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Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Nov 16, 2010 18:49:09 GMT -5
Oh, it was already shaping up for one of those days.
Even before he crawled out of his bunk, David was eyeballing 'Idiot', tattooed in black and red across the inside of his skull. A sigh laden with melodrama slipped heavily from his nostrils, his callused thumb and forefinger squeezing the unhappy pressure-point between his eyes. Balls. The lead guitarist of 'Weekend Warriors' turned over on his side, untangling himself from head-phone chords and sheets as he searched for his morning coffee.
Pictures were taped to the inside of bunk; his half brother, his parents, his dog. He glanced at the blue-eyed husky-mix he'd rescued from the shelter, feeling a pang. At home, the smelly mutt slept in David's bed. On tour, he almost missed the sea of black and white hairs that invaded his bed-spread and pillowcases.
He found his fix, wrapped in a haggard plastic baggie and wedged beneath the thin mattress of his bunk. Listening for activity on the bus, he ground two tiny tablets between his molars, urging the time-release pain-relievers to start in early and give his morning a happier spin.
Finally, the youth slid from his bunk, setting bare feet on the floor. He stood half naked and unabashed, with nothing to cover his bare skin but ink and cotton boxers. He gave a yawn, scruffling some life into his shaggy brown hair, and set about finding a change of clothes in his bags. The engine was off, so he had to assume they were either at a stop or on-location for one of the venues.
Quickly, he crawled into a pair of tailored jeans, digging out a black t-shirt that read 'More Solos' in red printer's ink. With socks in one hand and black canvas sneakers in the other, he plodded to the door of the bus, stepping down the stairs and out into the cold air. On the lowest step, he hunkered down, pulling his footwear on as he glanced around, looking for his bearings.
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Post by JONATHAN NATHANIEL CLARK on Nov 17, 2010 19:49:02 GMT -5
Weep for yourself my man
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep little lion man
You're not as brave
As you were at the start There was a morning breeze, just cold enough that Jonathan's lungs felt like canyons. The bassist's sneakered feet carried him toward the bus, his hands occupied by the gray-cardboard tray of coffees. He was decked in a navy blue hoodie and black dickies, the hood drawn so that only a faint tuft of his blond-red hair escaped for notice. The sky was threatening with drizzle, its colors pouting in every shade of gray. Seattle. That was the story. He hummed lowly, a song by some British folk-band. The banjo was subtle but powerful. The tune was thoroughly implanted in his brain. Approaching the bus, he caught site of a familiar, shaggy head, exhaling harshly through his nostrils as he noted the dazed look on his band-mate's face. David may have other fooled, but Jonathan knew well enough how often the guitarist indulged in the same substances that had landed them all in rehab. Rather than leap straight to confrontation, though, Jon stepped straight up to the slumping musician, shoving one of the coffees into the man's hand. "Anyone else up yet?" He wanted to go around the grounds, get a look at the venue.
It was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I my dear?
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Post by ANYA GREY FRANKLIN on Nov 17, 2010 20:27:40 GMT -5
 Anya had slept like a freaking baby last night, nothing had woken her up. okay well maybe using a baby as a example wasn't a really good example, more like a rock. Ya thats it she slept like a rock. Anya was usually a hard sleeper anyways and it usually took alot to wake her up. She could be a bit lazy when it came to sleep because she loved it. She of course took her "beauty" naps during the day because lets face it life on tour was exhausting. She took as many chances to rest as she could possibly get.
She was woken up by the opening of the door and David being some what noisy when he was getting up. She mumbled a few words to herself and then rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
"I'm Awake" She said as she started to get out of bed. She ended up getting her foot caught in something and tripped face planting into the ground. She layed there a few seconds and then looked up and couldn't help but laugh at herself. She stood up and got her foot untangled from her bed sheets and looked at her two band mates. Poor Anya looked pathetic in the morning, her hair was messed up and she looked tired. Anya was a scary site in the morning before she did her hair and make up.
She had on a pair of black pajama shorts and a tank top, which was her normal attire when she slept."Where have you Been?" She asked as she turned to face Jonathan. He had been the first one up and looked like he had already done some exploring himself. Being on tour with 3 guys was kinda difficult but at the same time she loved it since they were all friends and had been threw all this shit together. [/blockquote][/size]  i stand at ten feet tall but its only 450 words short. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to Jonathan/David. this picture of perfection is totally complete. in the end i just say this notes?. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color]. [/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Nov 17, 2010 20:41:02 GMT -5
David accepted the coffee that his surly bassist had crammed into his hands, wincing as hang-over city started up rush-hour in his skull. "I just woke up." He wasn't quite high yet. What Jon was mistaking as an early-morning fix was actually just sleep that refused to leave the guitarist's eyes. "What where you doiing? Yoga?" How Jon managed to be up and active so early on tour, David would never understand. "Keep it down, I don't know who's up ye--" he was interrupted by an audible thump. Putting the conversation on hold, he leaned back into the bus, gazing intently at the state of their screamer.
She looked a mess. Maybe it was time she started sleeping on the bottom bunk. "What's the story, morning glory?" He patted the step beside him, indicating she should sit down in the chilly doorway.
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Post by JONATHAN NATHANIEL CLARK on Nov 17, 2010 20:41:27 GMT -5
Jon looked at the girl, his frown giving way to a sympathetic smile. "Moorning. I went and grabbed coffee. Looks like you need it." He removed the cup he'd prepared for her, offering it to the girl. "You guys should come out and look around. The place looks cool, and I think some of the other bands are already parked not too far away." He wanted to get a look at the stage and the facilities, plan how they would get all their equipment from point A to point B.
David pissed him off from time to time, yes, but he liked spending time with his band-mates, regardless, and was looking forward to some time to see the sights and shoot the shit.
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Post by ANYA GREY FRANKLIN on Nov 17, 2010 20:55:01 GMT -5
She staired at the boys blankly, there words just muttered sounds that made no sense to her. She was still tired and was just trying to focus on some thing. To be honest she had one to many drinks last night but at least she was staying off of the drugs. But then again which was worse being addicted to drugs or Alcohol? I don't Know How you get up so early she said dragging herself over to Jonathan. She accepted the cup of coffee and started to drink it down. The warn drink was just what she needed, and would have her alert in no time. Coffee gave Anya the energy of 3 small children. She was a hoot to be around when she was completely wired.
Ya Sure Ill Come Look just let me get dressed she said setting her coffee down on the counter. She walked back over to her bed and found her suitcase, she started to dig through it trying to find some decent close to wear. Once she had decided on a black shirt that said " friends don't let friends do stupid shit" and a pair of lightly faded jeans she went into the bathroom to change. It took her a long time to get ready, she didn't just have to change her clothes but she had to fix her hair and put some make up on so she looked halfway decent. Anya wasn't the preppy girl type, however she didn't like to look like shit in public.
Finishing up the final touches of eye liner she walked out and closed her suit case up. She grabbed her cell phone and put it in her pocket just in case she got a important call. Then she grabbed her coffee taking a few more sips. It was all ready starting to wake her up. [/size] i stand at ten feet tall but its only 450 words short. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to Jonathan/David. this picture of perfection is totally complete. in the end i just say this notes?. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color]. [/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Nov 17, 2010 21:06:05 GMT -5
David was standing outside the bus with Jonathan by the time Anya made her appearance. He had lit a cigarette and was making the most of it, sucking down the tobacco product as his systems slowly came online. He was never a man to take his time when getting ready, so long as he was clean. "Thanks for the caffeine, man," He swallowed half the coffee Jon had provided. "Did this come out of our per-diems?" His face melded into the tell-tale expression of a hung over musician, sullen and a little crabby. When Anya emerged, he waved her on with one hand, stuffing the other into his pocket. He'd been raised under sunnier skies, and these temperatures threatened to screw with his mood and the tuning of his guitar.
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Post by JONATHAN NATHANIEL CLARK on Nov 17, 2010 21:13:58 GMT -5
"Did this come out of our per-diems?" "Nope," Jon replied, quietly. "I raided your stash-money." He flashed David a quick, good-natured look. It was a warning. This was their daily exchange. He set the coffee-tray on the counter in the bus so that the other members could collect the breakfast treat at their leisure. The hot, black liquid cascaded down his throat, heating his insides and his belly. He ducked out of the way of a puff of David's cigarette smoke, shifting so that he stood up-wind of him. "I'm sort of hoping that Extra Extra's going to be around. -- And that band of evil exes. What was their name again?"
As Anya came to join them, he nodded to her, turning to assess the grounds. "Anywhere in particular you guys want to start with?" His voice was it's usual soft, non-aggressive monotone. [/sub]
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Post by ANYA GREY FRANKLIN on Nov 23, 2010 1:31:30 GMT -5
Anya overheard David and let out a little laugh Well did you grab enough to buy me some food later? she joke. She knew they would all be in for it if some one raided Davids money stash, you would be asking for trouble. Now if it was her money stash, there was nothing she could do about it, because lets face it Anya really wasn't the intimidating type. Those boys could walk all over her if they really wanted to, now she knew how to stand up for herself but weather or not people took her seriously that was the problem.
We should go check out the stages she said, she had been wanting to take a look at them. How big were they? She hated going on a stage that was to huge then you felt like ya had to use the whole god damn stage and dance or something. However if she ever tried dancing she would just make a fool out of herself and the band. But then again tiny stages were always a bitch to deal with especially with a large crowed. She bit her lip As a cold breeze blew by, that wasn't exactly how she wanted to start the day. Right now she wished she could sit in front of a warm fire.
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Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Nov 23, 2010 1:44:27 GMT -5
"If that bastard knows what's good for him, he didn't," David smirked, his tone groggy. The boy slipped a a tattooed arm around their screamer's waist, lifting her up for the moment as they started in the direction of the stages. He liked asserting his size on Anya -- it wasn't like he had any illusion he could push Jon around. He was taller than the bassist, but Jon had at least twenty pounds on him.
"Cold, sugar-plum?" David was a California native. He could feel the temperatures, and was definitely aware of the difference between his comfortable California sun and this November breeze. He was teasing Anya, but he was also robbing her for her body heat. His skin was a sea of goosebumps.
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Post by JONATHAN NATHANIEL CLARK on Nov 23, 2010 1:53:04 GMT -5
Jon gave David a poke in the ribs, noting that the boy seemed to -- somehow -- have grown thinner. It was obvious what he was spending the affore-mentioned stash money on. "Maybe if you two would wear something warm you wouldn't freeze every time you stepped off the bus. This is a winter tour. It's only getting colder."
He draped an arm over the both of them, assuming a casual pace. His eyes wandered as they made their way along, on the lookout for faces he recognized as other bands-members or crew. "Where do you think Half-Way-Sober's setting up? Anyone see them on the way in?" The bassist owned one of their CDs and had listened to the album a few times through on their way up. He envied them their rough, aggressive sound.
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Post by ANYA GREY FRANKLIN on Nov 26, 2010 3:13:38 GMT -5
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Anya had given up acting bigger then she was, becuase it was just no use. She enjoyed being small and having The bigger guys around, even if that did mean she got picked on every once and a while. She knew it really wasnt to be taken seriously, they were just messing around. She welcomed his body heat with open arms and put her arm closest to him around his waist Im Freeeeazing she said her teeth slightly chattering against each other. Then when jon Moved in she put her other arm around his waist squezzing them both ever so slightly. She was starting to feel warmer, I mean who wouldnt feel warm between two guys.
Well Its not like Im Naked, I wasnt expecting it to be this cold she said. She was wearing jeans and a jacket yet was still freezing. I think I saw them come in last night however i was slightly intoxicated so maybe i was just imagening things she said. She had a innocent look on her face, however she had drank way to much last nigth and she knew it.
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Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Nov 26, 2010 3:51:08 GMT -5
David gave a chuckle, elbowing Jon in the side. He reached around his best friend and pinched their screamer's cheek, peevishly. "That's my girl. Drinking is always the answer." He wasn't as sensitive about liquor-talk around Jon. He wouldn't have discussed drugs, period.
He glanced around, his eyes searching out a stand that would provide the sustenance Anya was craving. He hadn't eaten since early yesterday, either, and it was probably about time he put some food in his belly.
"I don't know why you like those assholes," he said of 'Almost-Sober'. "Everyone's all jacked up and crazy 'cuz they get to play on the same stage as them, but, really, come on..." |
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Post by JONATHAN NATHANIEL CLARK on Nov 26, 2010 12:58:53 GMT -5
Jon's arm around David's shoulder slipped into a casual, if not solid, headlock, forcing the guitarist into a bent-over stance. "Don't give me a reason to beat you up this early in the morning, Dave." Jon, unlike his counter-part, was not jealous of Halfway Sober's success. He had next to no desire to meet or interact with the members, given their reputation and his low tolerance for assholes, but he would be interested in watching a performance and checking out their merch-tables.
He didn't say anything about Anya's alcohol-consumption the night before, though it was common and clear that he didn't care for it. He worried about someone so small, and with her history, getting so thoroughly sloshed. If she got at it again tonight, he'd intervene.
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Post by ANYA GREY FRANKLIN on Nov 26, 2010 23:50:48 GMT -5
She had gone to rehab to get off of drugs, which eventually she did and now she was completely drug free. There was always temptation around her but she hadn't caved in yet. Her new addiction was alcohol, she drank that stuff like it was chocolate milk. For how small she was most guys were surprised at how much she could actually drink. She was surprised that Jon hadn't stopped her from drinking last night or said anything bout it this morning. It was becoming a pretty bad addiction.
There Hot! she said in a totally casual voice with a grin on her face. She was a girl after all and she had to admit she found most of the guys in Halfway sober pretty damn good looking, however personality wise they kinda scared her so she tried to avoid them if she could, just admiring from a distance was enough for her. but they kinda freak me out she said shrugging her shoulders. She kept a eye out for anything that might sell food because by now her stomach was starting to growl.
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