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Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Nov 30, 2010 0:06:00 GMT -5
The more the crowd cheers the less I can hear but they don't really care what I play
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With his heart-beat thundering in his ears, David jogged off the stage, guitar in hand. He was choking on his own breaths, soaked-through with sweat. His hair flopped into his eyes, invading his flaring nostrils and gaping lips. The show had been explosive. Performing always was. He deposited his guitar in its case, slumping to the floor beside his bassist, chest heaving. He seized Jon's head in his hands, kissing the man right between the eyes before Jon could smack him away. David was always so ecstatic, coming off a stage.
He laid back on the floor, unceremoniously, his shirt hiked up over his ribs as listened to the sound of blood rushing in his ears. Grit dug into his skin and mixed with his hair. His heart was hammering at the inside of his ribs, his pulse accelerated from the illegal substances coursing through his veins.
"That fucking pumped," he grinned, letting his arm flop over his eyes. He was directly in the way of any concert-staff or techies who were trying to get the next band set up or tear Weekend Warrior's set down, but, for the moment, he was physically incapable of movement.
There was something, though, a brief snippet in his head that made an argument for action. Supergirl...
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It might be for her but for now it's between green and gray.
---------------------------- My boy's heart beat 288 times for Amanda. Today on stage he wore THIS OUTFIT. He plays guitar in a manner very similar to the boys in THIS video.
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Post by AMANDA JANE STEVENS on Nov 30, 2010 7:11:42 GMT -5
Amanda's black combat boots carried her through the thick crowds of the tour grounds. The sleeves of her coat were pushed up revealing the tattoos on her pale arms. It was sort of strange that she was so pale, considering where she came from, was it though? The sky was always filled with smog, it was actually quite disgusting when it came down to it. Inside the safety of her mind she grimaced thinking about how disgusting the city her parents called home smelled. It just made her feel like they were breathing in a sort of second hand smoke that was almost as toxic as smoking. It was so gross, you'd think that people would care enough to take care of their stupid city. It would have been cool if her family had decided to move back to the South Carolina capital where they'd lived before. That house was so amazing, or that was how she remembered it. Amanda crossed her arms over her chest gently, avoiding irritating her recent additions to her stomach, she was still unsure whether they'd scabbed over or if they'd start to bleed again. She'd woken up to them soaking blood into her shirt.
The apathetic facial expression seemed completely out of place amongst the crowds filled with all the happy concert goers. There were people everywhere high off of adrenaline and caffeine, it was almost dangerous in so many ways. Amanda looked up at the sky a little, smiling deep down in her heart. She'd just watched David play with his band and it was a great show. She'd managed to evade the members of a particular band that scared the shit out of her. Her feet carried her to where the massive crowds of fans could not go, backstage. A slight smile appeared on her pretty face as the stage came into sight, the boxes for all the miscellaneous band items were strewn all over the dirty ground. Amanda spotted a figure laying down on the ground and immediately recognized it as David. Her eyes widened with worry, "David?" she asked quietly, a silent question followed about his well-being, a question that she voiced, "Are you okay?" She swallowed quietly, biting her lip. There was no telling how she'd react if he wasn't okay, she'd never actually had to call an ambulance.
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Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Nov 30, 2010 14:28:14 GMT -5
A small voice invaded upon the rushing in David's brain, forcing the boy out of his post-show stupor. He raised his arm from his eyes, head lifting as he searched for the source. "Supergiiirl." The lips -- dry and chapped -- curled into a smirk. "You came!" His pupils were gaping, showing a fine, blue-gray edge. "Come over here." His hand patted at the ground as he sat up.
He was coming down from the drugs, slowly, but his body was positively glowing from the post-show high. The muscles in his right arm gave a small, subtle twitch, and he pulled the appendage into his lap without thought.
She looked gorgeous, like she had the night before. His eyes flicked to her arm, inked, to her face, to her boots, to her hands, but never settled. "How'd you like it?"
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Post by AMANDA JANE STEVENS on Nov 30, 2010 16:43:09 GMT -5
The look of concern that had clouded her masked expression turned into that of a smile when he moved. A lightly colored blush crawled across her cheeks at the nickname he'd given her last night. "I said I'd see you tomorrow." she said smiling sheepishly. There was something that was off about him, but she shrugged it off as the after show rush or something like that. Adrenaline perhaps, it was a key element in many of the crazy shows that happened around here. Amanda took a step over to where he was sitting and looked down at him, her knees bent ever so slightly, and she sat down next to him. She pulled her knees up to her chest and leaned into him gingerly.
"Yeah. It was amazing, your band is pretty good." she said looking over at him. She'd always been a huge fan of live shows. They were just so incredibly fun to witness, "You're very fun to watch." She smirked, and it was true. Their music was good and that always made for an extremely good show. "Did you have fun?" She asked, biting her lip softly.
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Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Nov 30, 2010 21:37:30 GMT -5
David lifted his arm to let it encompass her narrow body, grinning. "Yeah. It fucking rocked. That crowd was boss! They just..." He blinked, losing track of his sentence. Little struggle ensued in his brain to relocate it. Articulation was low on the list of priorities, anyhow.
The boy pulled his leg out of the path of a large stage-hand, drawing it to his chest in a fashion similar to Amanda's. "S'you wanna go and do something?" He hadn't forgotten the abrupt conclusion of their night before, and the desire to pursue this woman was heavy on his mind. His fingers curled around her exposed wrist, tracing the tattoo so prominently displayed there. "Have you thought about my tattoo at all?"
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Post by AMANDA JANE STEVENS on Nov 30, 2010 22:11:59 GMT -5
Amanda leaned into his body even more, resting her head against his shoulder gently. Something seemed really off about him today, she smiled bigger. Her smile turned into a frown. She bit her lip and looked up at him, furrowing her brow a little confused. "They just what?" she asked quietly, once again she was concerned about his well-being. "Are you okay?"
[/b] she asked reaching up to touch his face. It wasn't as if she'd be able to distinguish whether he had a fever after his performance. "I mean are you feeling okay? You're not sick are you?"[/b] Amanda pulled away from him and stood up on her knees, looking down at him slightly. She pursed her lips and just looked at him. "I... What? Oh Tattoo. I... No. I haven't actually." She frowned, in actual fact she really didn't care about tattoos right now. Her gaze shifted down to look at her arm in her hand, at this rate she'd probably forget all about his strange behavior. Amanda pulled her arm out of his grasp and took his big hand in her smaller one. She sat down on her heels and continued to look at him.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Nov 30, 2010 23:35:11 GMT -5
David leaned his face appreciatively into her palm when she touched him, eyes closing. The motherly attention was something he would have had a hard time resisting from a pretty girl, regardless of his high. To her inquiries, he simply shrugged, his expression taken by a sincere grin. David felt fantastic. It was only a thin membrane of reason and the onset of exhaustion that prevented him from taking her face in his hands and kissing her in ways sure to make passerby blush.
"I'm fine," he insisted, his lips pursing against her life-line. She was gorgeous, bent over him and all concerned like she was. It was angelic. David reached for her hand, squeezing it. "I'm really glad you came to this, too. It's... You know..." His free hand twirled emphatically as he searched for words, but found none. "It's just cool... You wanna go somewhere?"
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Post by AMANDA JANE STEVENS on Dec 1, 2010 0:14:08 GMT -5
Amanda nodded her head slightly, if he said he was okay then it must have been so. How could she say if he wasn't okay, this was the first time she'd ever seen the boy after on of his shows. It could have very well been something that was normal for David, everyone was, after all, different. She smiled as he kissed her palm, it was a simple gesture but it made her heart rate speed up and her cheeks fill with blood. "Alrighty. If you say soo." She said happily as she leaned down to press her lips against his forehead for a few seconds before pulling back. Another smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, "It was my pleasure." she stated shrugging, as if to say it was no big deal. It wasn't a big deal, she probably would have come out anyways. She loved to look around the tour grounds. Amanda smirked, he seemed so absolutely scatterbrained right now, it was completely and totally adorable.
"Yeah. Of course. Where ever you want to go I'll be there." she said pushing herself up into a standing position. Amanda held her small hand out for him, although she knew quite well that she lacked the man power to heave him to his feet. He was a man, she was a tiny woman-oid. There was no way on God's green earth she'd be able to lift a full on man to his feet. The physical elements were just piled against her on the matter.
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Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Dec 1, 2010 0:39:48 GMT -5
David took her hand, feigning a small tug as he helped himself to his feet. His knees wobbled and his eyes nearly crossed in the fit of vertigo which came of zero-to-vertical action. He covered the folly by draping an arm over her shoulders, steadying himself as subtly as he had the presence of mind to manage. "Johnny, I'm goin' for a walk with Manda. Give everyone a real passionate kiss for me, alright?" He waved his friend off and aimed both their bodies for the nearest exit.
"So there's merch-booths, food-court, a couple vendors... Unless you want to go of the venue? Of come back to the bus..." Any subtly he'd attempted before was lost here. His voice practically dripped with the suggestion of shenanigans. "We could, I dunno, watch a movie or something. Play a video game."
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Post by AMANDA JANE STEVENS on Dec 1, 2010 7:18:59 GMT -5
Amanda smirked at his wobble, although she wouldn't say anything to him about it. There was something about a man's dignity that she really didn't want to deal with. Alex had explained it to her, of course she wasn't entirely sure if she really believed half the stuff that came out of his mouth. He had a tendency for the dramatics, in fact he was known for his dramatics. It was something she'd scarcely gotten used to, there was something about the shock factor that really pushed him to do what he loved to do. Sometimes he still managed to catch her off guard and shock her. She bit her lip gently listening as he said his good-byes to his band mates, it was adorable to say the least. A thrill went through her as he called her a nickname that she hadn't really heard in a pretty long time.
"You're bus sounds good." she said looking up at him, biting her lip gently. Amanda had thought about it a lot after she'd gone to bed, after her date with her razor. Her conclusion had been that she'd enjoyed what had happened between the two of them. Her eyes shifted up to him once again and she stood up on her tippy-toes to kiss him gently. "Mmmm. Movies, well those depend on what it is. I mean there's only some movies that I'd actually sit through." she shrugged gently, "As for video games it's more fun to watch people play those. Especially people who get really mad at their console." A small smirk took over the other smile she had placed on her face. "But it's really up to you." she whispered quietly to him.
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Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Dec 1, 2010 15:45:41 GMT -5
"I'm not allowed to get mad at the console anymore," David informed her. He could get a little spirited with video games if he wasn't careful. "Come and check out the movie collection. I'll heat your hot chocolate back up." He'd thrown the un-touched hot-chocolate out, naturally, as it had sat, lonely, after Jon had broken things up. This was just David's bid to make her blush deeper than she already had today.
"Our bus might creak a little, but it really comfortable, which is good, because I'm gonna crash in like five minutes." He could predict the life expectancy of his adrenal rush down to seconds; he was very familiar with the process.
"You hungry or anything? Wanna stop and grab food from a vendor?" David's stomach wouldn't complain of hunger for a couple hours, at least, but he couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut and he needed to ask her something; as if the girl might lose interest in him.
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Post by AMANDA JANE STEVENS on Dec 1, 2010 16:39:53 GMT -5
Amanda laughed at his confession, it was funny and she could totally see him having issues staying calm if he lost. No one liked to lose, although others were worse off than others, she knew for a fact that her brother had a terrible habit of losing his temper with his copy of Halo. It must have been one of those guy things, she didn't really understand it testosterone and what not. "Is that so?" she asked smirking, a playful twinkle in her eye. "Sure, that sounds like fun." She said smiling, her thoughts moving back to the previous night. Amanda had been so close to giving him her body. She'd realized soon after she got back to the bus that she didn't hold an opposition to that, which scared her a lot more than she thought it could.
She nodded a little, "Wouldn't want you to crash here. This looks a little uncomfortable." she stated smirking. Not that she really knew from experience, but she had crashed after having a few energy drinks, it wasn't particularly pleasant. Amanda tugged on his arm gently, "Then let's go to your bus, I want you to be comfortable." she laced her finger with his and began to walk towards the buses, attempting to pull him along as she went.
"Nope, I'm good. Well, unless you want something to eat." she said smiling. Amanda had eaten not too long ago and likely wouldn't be hungry for a while. It was safe to say that Amanda was impatient to get to David's bus, for whatever reason she wanted to begin again what Jon had interrupted last night.
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Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Dec 2, 2010 1:16:33 GMT -5
David marveled at how a girl could be so, fucking, sweet. The thought of what she tasted like and the feeling of her skin was swiftly dominating his mind, and every inch of her was becoming a temptation. "Well the bus it is, then. Eating's for suckers."
The guitarist knew that if he didn't self medicate soon he wouldn't have enough energy to lift himself into his bunk, much less conduct an evening with the delicious creature caught beneath his arm. Already, sleep sounded heavenly, but he knew that it was just a selfish demand from his drug-addled brain. Once he'd crushed a couple pills between his teeth, thoughts of slumber would dissolve.
He allowed himself to be pulled onwards, to the promise of good things on their bus. The whale-like vehicle loomed in the parking lot like the promised land. David fished his keys out of his pocket, again noticing a small, not quite dismissible twitch in the muscles of his right arm. His body was grumbling at him, complaining for more drugs. He made an effort to ignore it, getting the door to the bus unlocked and holding it open for Amanda. "Come on in. Make yourself at home."
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Post by AMANDA JANE STEVENS on Dec 2, 2010 16:26:18 GMT -5
Amanda grinned, "Okay, that sounds good to me."
[/color] She said happily, "I may never eat again." Amanda joked lightly. It was doubtful that the short girl could ever give up eating, she loved to eat, although she only allowed the pleasure three or four times a day. It wasn't that she was afraid of getting fat, it was probably close to impossible for her, it was just that she didn't feel the need to eat when she wasn't hungry. There was always the silly fear, deep down in her heart, that if she ever ate nonstop during the day she'd lose her love of it. She bit her lip gently, slightly amused with her own silly thoughts. She was ridiculous sometimes, not that many people really knew that about her, it wasn't something that usually came to light. When they got to the bus she stepped to the side, allowing him to open the door. Amanda walked in the door that he held open for her and walked into the Weekend Warrior bus. She walked over to the couch that she had sat on the previous night. Memories came flooding back and her face heated up with the thought of sitting on top of David. She bit her lip a little and sat down on the couch, pressing her back into the back of the couch. "Make yourself at home" was a phrase she didn't really understand, she didn't know how she was supposed to make herself feel at home. She felt awkward doing that, presumptuous almost. It wasn't that she didn't think she could eventually, it was that she didn't really know him enough to say she could do whatever there. In her mind she didn't understand if there was a level of friendship that you could do anything in someone's place of living. In other words, her mind functioned in a complicated way, a way that most people thought was silly. She closed her eyes, setting her hand on her lap. "Feeling better?"[/b] she asked, opening her eyes to look at him. Amanda was still a little worried about his well-being, but it was probably nothing. This could have been his normal behavior after a show for all she knew, although she'd never seen someone look asleep backstage. "If you're not up to par I could play nurse." she stated, shrugging a little. Another slight blush filled her cheeks hoping down inside that he didn't have a weird fetish about nurses.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM on Dec 2, 2010 23:06:40 GMT -5
"I find that suggestion... Strangely arousing." He'd meant to say 'appealing'. Freudian slip-ups were common for a man in David's position. He locked the door behind him, assuring they'd at least have fair warning if anyone invaded on whatever activities would ensue. "It must be because such a pretty girl's saying it."
He turned to find her seated on the couch, her face a brilliant shade of red. A smirk crept across his lips, creasing his cheek. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, ambling to her side and dropping down into the cushions. "You wanna check my pulse or something?" He'd been smoother the night before, certainly, without his libido doing the talking for him. The drugs unraveled his natural filters.
His long fingers curled around her delicate hand, gently. This part of David was still tender.
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