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Post by dave on Apr 20, 2011 20:46:24 GMT -5
 Not even a month into tour and already tension was mounting; the Gossip-Queen postings had put a lot of people on edge. In-boxes were swollen with anxious texts. Fuses were short and growing shorter. It was no small wonder that the more experienced tour-goers decided to quash the angry buzz before it grew into a roar.
A few calls were made. Chat-rooms were spammed. The message circulated;
"Bonfire at Bixby Pass. Bring your own booze / food / instruments. Star-gazing, dancing and the most badass karaoke jam this side of the Mason-Dixon line. Dudes, we're in TEXAS!"
The fire started out small, with only a couple bodies huddled around it. A single guitar's chords rang out, thumping to the tune of some Johnny Cash hit.
They came in a gradual trickle of twos and threes. Some with guitars. Some with coolers of beer hot-dogs or marshmallows. The faces varied from apprehensive to excited to plainly stoned. With the increasing numbers, the blaze grew, consuming wood and good vibes until it was taller than the heads of the assembled partiers. Music rose and whirled around them, threaded through with laughter and the occasional terse word. Scents surrounded them; fresh air and wood-smoke and booze and perfume. Body odor, good reefer, bad reefer and, curiously, flowers.
Come one. Come all.
Let's get it started. Dave's Wearing: This thing hereThread Title: Noah and the Whale [/size] |
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Post by dave on Apr 20, 2011 21:25:48 GMT -5
 For a boy well on the way to a new record on bridges burned, David was particularly adept at keeping his head down and his presence unnoticed. He came upon the festivities when the fire was already roaring, with a thick cluster of bodies on most sides. Coolers were opened and inviting thirsty passerby to snatch up beers or sodas, but David had come equipped with a flask, though, so he slunk past them.
Weaving between the open tailgates, swinging legs, flip-flopped feet and scattered instrument cases, he checked for faces he knew. A few hands raised to slap his. Dave answered with pistol fingers or nods and the occasional high-five. The boy skirted around the bulging circle of bodies, studying for a couple minutes before finding a gap where a group had recently vacated, likely slinking off to light a joint. There was an open lawn-chair someone had left unfolded. Dave flopped down into it without a thought, fists hidden in the pockets of his sweatshirt and hood drawn.
The fire was warm, and the boy reveled in it. Cali born. Cali bred. He hated the cold. Loved the heat. Texas was being kind to him. The fire glowed in the blue rings of his eyes and shone in the silver piercing of his lower lip. He could hear the guitars -- mostly tuned -- and was able to divine after a couple measures that they were on a Queen kick. He recognized one of the voices as belonging to Crimson Mae. The guitarist made a mental note to steer clear. Dave unscrewed the cap of his flask, tipping the contents back into his waiting mouth. He leaned back into the seat, his eyes closing as the sounds and smells washed over him.
Dave might be a trouble-maker, but he can make himself disappear. Dave's Wearing: This thing hereThread Title: Noah and the Whale [/size] |
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Post by ARCADIA PENN MCCARTHY on Apr 20, 2011 21:47:02 GMT -5
Jayde's lanky long legs came strutting down the parking area, her feet tucked into a pair of solid gold heels. The girls jeans were black, her corset top was black but had gold trim that pulled your eyes about to look at all of her. She had a gold studded clutch she carried and accessories that matched the entire outfit. She looked hot, and she knew it. Jayde's eyes scanned the area, the dark of the night was beginning to creep over the area and the fire had been poked and prodded to life.
With her hair down, Jayde's long brunette locks looked full, not too far off from the girls on the commercials sporting the newest hair dye to hit the market. Her thin figure mocked that of the models, undoubtedly thin, possibly even too thin, yet still elegant and somewhat exotic. Unlike the familiar face she spotted to the right of the flame, she wasn't trying to stay hidden. She strutted her long body around the edge of the heat source and past a couple of the people crowded together playing "hippie music" not really her thing. She waltzed right up to Dave and took a seat in his lap. "Hey sexy, ya miss me?" She grinned. her eyes spotted the petite from of Crimson, and what appeared to be the scraggly locks of Adonis, her band manager.
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A pair of big blue eyes scanned the open area. The fiery embers that sparked and crackled looked amazing, contrasting against the dark night sky. She smiled, seeing a couple of her buddies and started her journey across the dusty ground to g meet with them. The souls of her strappy red sandals tapped softly as she walked and the pair of sunglasses she had been wearing all day were no longer needed so she wedged them atop her head amongst the sea of red.
She shoved her two index fingers through the loops of her dark denim jeans and walked casually past a few unknown people. She nonchalantly wiggled past another couple of people and when her eyes caught sight of a couple she literally stopped in her tracks. It was none other than Jayde....sitting on David's lap. The girl was dressed head to toe in things she had not possibly been able to afford...most likely had shoplifted from the local shops not too far past the club. Cadi bit her lip, and spun on her heel trying to pretend she had not just seen the two. Tonight was bound to be interesting..."Crimson!" she slid into the small group and tried to make herself comfortable.
Jayde's Outfit
Cadi's Outfit
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Post by mason on Apr 20, 2011 22:18:55 GMT -5
 No shoes, no shirt, no problem. Mason was basically built for this type of get together. In fact, a lot of the mats and sheets that were out there were his. He loved the outdoors and was always readily prepared for it. In his backpack he had things like lighter fluid, a lotion that repelled mosquitoes and more chocolate covered granola bars and snacks than probably needed. Of course, the toxic stuff and the food were separated accordingly but were now spread out in front of the multi colored mat Mason spread out for him, his friends and anyone who wanted to visit. His naked upper half was leaned against the cooler him and Noah had stuffed full with liquor and ice. There was a red cup full of rum and coke tucked firmly in the fold of his bended knee while he played his guitar, singing along with Crimm to their favorite Queen songs. And the stars? Talk about perfect. If Mason could dream up the perfect event-- it would be this right here.
As they finished yet another Queen song, Mason offered a quick wink to his musical partner in crime, the lovely and talented Crimm. He looked up when another entered their circle of family love (and of peace, no one was bringing bad vibes to Mason’s love mat!) a fresh smile sprung on his face, “Why hello Miss Locks of a Red Sunset. Feel free to indulge yourself in the various liquors we have procured.” With that said he began strumming again. This time it may not be Queen, but it was very familiar. “You ain’t nuthin’ but a houndog… barkin’ all the time…. Yeeeeaaaaah you ain’t nuthin’ but a houndog… barkin’ al the time.” In his best Elvis voice he cocked one side of his upper lip and said to Crimm, “Sing it with me mama. Weeeeell you ain’t neva caught a rabbit an’ you ain’t no friend of mine!”
What Mason wanted was for everyone to get involved. With all the drama and avoidance and bickering everyone was doing-- it was really killing his mojo. And if the Universe was going to give them a nice night to have together, he was gonna make sure that everyone fell in love with the good vibes. This time he looked at Cadi, same Elvis look on his face, “An’ you too, there, preeetty lady! Ah, you said you was hiiiigh class! Wee-he-eeell that was justa lie…”
tagged: err'body • word count: 410
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Post by crimm on Apr 20, 2011 22:57:08 GMT -5
 Crimson had been particularely troubled by Adonis's shortness with her via text. It was Adonis, after all; famously not throwing his hat in with the dramatic society. The secrecy was something new. The snippy texts were definitely something she hadn't encountered with him. The girl was perplexed; utterly baffled.
Thanks be to the God of her good Christian upbringing for people with lighter fluid and an appreciation for the stars. The moment she'd gotten out of the car that had delivered her to the location for tonight's festivities, she'd been determined to let it go.
She stood next to Mason, her shins and knees and cheeks warmed by the fire as she followed his lead on the guitar. Thanks be to God for Mason, too. His voice was sweet and dreamy and loud and perfect for the Elvis cover, if there were ever to be an Elvis cover. The little viking-girl gave her best attempt at belting out the lyrics with him, though, for the life of her, she couldn't remember half of them.
Her eyes lit when Cadi joined their circle, her smile increasing, cheeks dimpling further. She shifted a bit to one side, making room for Cadi to come and stand alongside her. Her gaze faltered as she checked for Adonis, half-certain the boy would show up at her elbow any second, restored to the classic partner in crime she'd come to appreciate.
No Adonis, though. Not that she could see. Crimm paused in her guitar play, plucking a bottled water from the ground and drinking from it while Mason continued the song on his own.
"How's it goin, Cadster?" She asked the woman, kissing her warmly on the cheek.
No drama for Crimmy. Crimmy's Wearing: This thing hereThread Title: Noah and the Whale [/size] |
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Post by dave on Apr 20, 2011 23:25:33 GMT -5
The ISE guitarist was set to remain unnoticed while he let the contents of his flask set in, as well as the nectar from the needle he'd stuck in his vein before creeping into their midst. It seemed, however, that he would instead be outed by his less than bashful rabble-rousing companion.
Jayde plopped herself down into his lap before he knew it was her, but he recognized the very energy that buzzed about the firecracker of a woman. His eyes opened, pupils already growing narrow. "Well high there, baby-doll." His hands rose up over her hips and around her middle, pulling her to his chest with a lazy smile. "You're looking insanely hot tonight." He offered her his flask. It was small and metallic, which 'Cheers, mother-fucker' etched into its surface.
As he handed her the tiny vessel, his eyes rose, catching sight of red-hair over the woman's shoulder. There might have been fifty red-heads on this tour. Dave wouldn't have known Arcadia anywhere. He pulled Jayde closer still to his body, dropping his head into the crook of her neck and kissing the fine line of her collar-bone.
Sparks will fly Dave's Wearing: This thing here[/size] |
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Post by ADONIS JAY RHODES on Apr 20, 2011 23:34:21 GMT -5
 and ain’t nobody gonna tell us to go
cause this is our show
with his hat in his hand and the other filled with the drug of his choice, adonis walked over towards the party, but not close to them, and threw his blanket out onto the after giving mira the joint, and smoothed it out. he motioned for her to sit and when she did, he lay his head back on her lap. while everybody else was sitting in the circle playing and singing kumbaya and holding hands, he`d be perfectly happy sitting here with his his partner in crime, mira santiago and enjoy the fucking beach and weed and alcohol. he took the bottle of alcohol that he’d brought from his bus, from mira and took a gulp before putting it back down. “so get this, mirasaurus…” he said, starting his wonderous tale of debauchery. at the moment, adonis didn’t give a flying fuck. he was unmotivated to do much of anything except roll a joint or fill a bowl. he didn’t care much about anything. he figured, now’s the time to live his life and here he was always in his bus, filling out some sort of paperwork… he felt as old as… well, jimmy. and that was no fun.
adonis threw up his middle finger and kicked sand towards some folks that thought he was being a little too loud. “fuck off.” he said, loud enough for maybe the folks around them to hear. then he laughed again and nudged mira before handing her the fat joint they’d been smoking on for the last twenty minutes or so. “so, I got her up against the balcony windows, right? it’s all good. and then… well, things get a bit crazier and she managed to pull down the bleedin’ curtains down! and by the time i`m finished, there’s pretty much a crowd sitting outside watchin’. i wouldn’t have been surprised if they had brought out some damn popcorn and watched, the way they were.” doni snorted then laughed again before looking back up at mira, who’s lap he had his head laying in on the sand. “talk about embarrassing. I mean, not that I have anything to be embarrassed about. but… poor girl. I only waved at the people at the bottom.” he shrugged. “wasn’t really much else to be done, huh?” he laughed again, then looked over towards where the music was coming from. he grinned slightly then looked up at mira again. “alright, your turn. gimme a good one.” he said, prompting her to start a funny story.
TAGGED errbody WORD COUNT --- MUSE okay. MUSIC hot chelle rae LYRICS 'tonight, tonight' hot chelle rae OUTFITskadoosh NOTE ugh, better picture later.
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Post by MIRA CITALIX SANTIAGO on Apr 21, 2011 1:59:54 GMT -5
 Although Mira didn’t usually have many kind words to say about Jayde, she did tonight! Since Nox refused to give her the particular drug she asked for-- her and Jayde had somehow crossed paths and the transaction was made. So as she and Adonis walked, correction Mira was dancing in circles around Doni, she had nothing but happy thoughts to think about the other girl. After all, it was partially Jayde’s fault the night was so amazing! Her dancing stopped and she took a huge gulp straight out of the bottle Doni had taken from the bus. The join the handed her found its way between her lips immediately, her free arm snaking around his waist as she hugged him from behind. As Doni busied himself getting the blanket situated, Mira started bouncing around in a sort of dance again, taking a hit off the joint then holding it straight in the air. “My, my, my, my Sha-ro-na,” she sang soft enough for only her and Doni to hear. Not that meant it was quiet by no means-- Doni had done a good job of keeping them far enough a distance not to get bothered by their list of people who helped shove them in to their new “I don’t give a fuck” attitudes. “My, my, my, A-don-is.”
Plopping down on the sheet was fun in her state of mind. It kinda of felt like free falling. And with the mixture of different substances in her system, Mira got a nice rush that sent her into hysterical laughter. “What,” she giggled before he went into his story. What Doni spilled to her wasn’t what she had been expecting. However, their friendship had become the exact opposite of what it had been before people started messing with their emotions. Needless to say, they hysterical laughter was back by the end of the story, “Doni! That’s horrible.” Calming her laughter down a bit she managed to whisper, “I didn’t know you had it in you!” Her turn? Somehow she managed the modesty to blush a little. Her darker complexion plus the fact that they were tucked away in a darker part of the party hid that, thankfully. “I dunno…”
Wiggling her legs from under Doni’s head (making sure he didn’t hurt himself) she laid down on her stomach next to him, her arm draped over his chest. “There was this one time I didn’t know how to break up with a boyfriend so during sex while I was really getting in to it I yelled out ‘Oh, FRANK’-- but I don’t even know a Frank. It did the job though… Awful isn’t it?” Again came the silly giggle, before she hit the joint again. Puckering her lips she exhaled the smoke slowly so it swirled around Doni’s face. “Now what?”
tagged: DONI DAMNIT! • word count: 468 lyrics: turnpike gates by fallout boy awrite, outfit ›› here‹‹ |
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Post by JAYDE VALERIE BAUDELAIRE on Apr 21, 2011 16:50:24 GMT -5
Jayde's thin frame contorted to comfort on Dave's lap and she grinned when he handed her a flask. This boy knew her style and she loved that his meshed so well with her own. He tugged her waist towards him and placed a seductive kiss on the lines of her collar bone. She didn't give a flying rat's ass who saw it, or what they thought as he did so and he complimented her appearance during their greeting as well. "Thanks babe. You're always goddamn delicious too." she nodded with a grin.
Jayde noticed his eyes advert from her and she followed his gaze to see what or with the VERY unlikely possibility WHO, has caught his attention. She spotted the backside of Arcadia and an instant fire lit within the pit of her stomach. Something about that little fucking flower child made her want to gag, also didn't help that for whatever reason, her showing up made Dave look away from Jayde. She was the center of attention, always... Jealousy...perhaps, annoyance..definitely. She glared daggers into the red-heads back as she joined the other group of indy-kids. Ugh. Their type was annoying.
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Meanwhile Cadi was forcing her mind to a new place. She was pretending Jayde and Dave didn't exist. "I'm pretty good Crim, and yourself dear?" She smiled, repsponding to Crimson's welcome. Crim was clutching a guitar, strumming along to a Queen song and she was accompanied by the oh so interesting Mason. He changed gears and started singing Elvis, doing is best to alter his voice to sound like the King himself. He offered her some of the contents of the ice chest and she thanked him but didn't go delving into the container. Looking closer at the various faces she realized now, Adonis wasn't in the group of friends he was usually with. Her brow furred with perplex and she looked about, seeing in the shadows what looked like a male and a female, possibly Adonis? But from the distance she couldn't tell, and making out the female was even harder considering her stance on the ground.
Cadi adjusted the large messenger bag on her shoulder and placed it on the ground, snagging one of the fold out chairs and propping it up for herself. She fished out a ukulele from the bag's middle and adjusted the knobs at the top. She joined in their musical charade but when the song came to an end she got an idea. She got a small boost of courage and stood up, playing loudly and singing in her loudest voice for all to hear...especially Dave. " Tiptoe to the window, by the window that is where I'll be...
Come tiptoe through the tulips with me!
Tiptoe from your pillow, to the shadow of a willow tree...And tiptoe through the tulips with me! Knee deep in flowers will stray, we'll keep the showers away.And if I kiss you in the garden, in the moonlight, will you pardon me?
Come tiptoe through the tulips with me!" She grinned playing along to the song, bringing back simple memories as she did so as well.
Jayde's Outfit
Cadi's Outfit
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Post by LORELAI GRACE ANDREWS on Apr 21, 2011 18:26:36 GMT -5
  Large social gatherings were not necessarily Lorelai’s “thing”. She loved people, there was no doubt about that, and she adored being in the company of others, but when there was a large group of them, she usually felt shoved off to the side or like she was just in the way. It was easier when there were only a couple of other people around. But she’d gotten the invitation (as had everyone else, apparently) and curiosity had gotten the better of her. Everything had been too tense for comfort lately and she wanted to see everyone laughing and getting along. She wanted to see her friends, and she wanted to sit next to a bonfire, and she wanted to get off of her bus. So she’d made a decision, in her head, to go. What would be the harm? If anything, she could just sit there next to someone she was comfortable with and listen in on the conversation. That wouldn’t be a problem, right? And if anything, she could go back at any point. Really.
However, for some pretty ridiculous reason, she had camped herself out a fair distance away, seated on the edge of her banjo case as she observed the scene before her. A lot of people were too far awake to make out, but there were the unmistakable voices of Crimson and Arcadia, which seemed to put Lore at ease. She was able to make out Mason belting out lyrics as well, eventually drowned out by Cadi’s ukulele. Lorelai wished she had the confidence to sing in front of people. Playing the banjo, piano, or ukulele was absolutely no problem for her no matter the crowd size. Vocals, on the other hand, were an entirely different story. Elliot and the rest of the Attic Ghosts had heard her, but beyond that comfort, her lack of confidence ensured that she stayed quite silent during performances. But for now, she was quite content with listening, just as she always was.
Even if she was quite positive that she would regret doing that later. But either way.
She remained poised in her spot, eying the festivities before her, contemplating whether or not she should actually go down.
Franklin was that guy who preferred to cuddle up in the bus all night and hang out with a few close friends. But when he’d heard about this bonfire- and saw Cadi leaving the bus- he knew that he’d have a pretty rubbish time staying in that night. It was safe to say he’d grown quite a bit attached to Arcadia; she was a great friend and a lovely person and he was honored to be chosen by her for Glow-Worm. So the fact that he was going just for the sake of spending time next to a fire with her wasn’t too terribly far-fetched. A little odd, perhaps, but certainly plausible, especially for a guy like him. After all, in his head, bonfires meant great things. They meant having fun. They meant cuddling up into the warmth and, if there was that special someone around, cute kisses and passionate promises. He didn’t have anything like that but the romance of it all captivated him.
He made his way down towards the bonfire site, pausing when he was in close enough proximity to hear what was going on. The corners of his lips quirked up into a smile- he could hear the unmistakable voice off Cadi singing a Tiny Tim song, and of course she would be so charming. His gaze swept the rest of the area, taking in two figures away from the fire, another two wrapped up in each other’s embrace, and then the group of people he so deeply admired closest to him. Mason, Arcadia, Crimson. Certainly, this was bound to be a night full of charm.
If only he had brought his cello! He had left that back on the bus, along with pretty much everything else aside from a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and his cellular device, the latter of which he probably didn’t even need. His entire focus that night had been to simply get his ass good-looking and down by that bonfire. He was forcing himself to ignore the nicotine cravings- the need for some good company and music was screaming much, much louder.
Franklin noticed a figure, then, in his peripheral vision, sitting on a banjo case. Head quipping curiously to the side, he took a moment to register who it was before making his way over to her, kneeling down beside her. “Hey, Lori, whatcha doin’ down here?”
[/b] The sudden disruption made her jump, and Lorelai’s eyes widened, holding her hand to her chest as she looked back at him. “Oh, gosh, Franklin. You frightened me.”[/b] He chuckled, grinning. “Sorry for that one, Lore. Didn’t mean to, I promise. Why aren’t you down there, though?”[/b] Lorelai shrugged a shoulder, because honestly, she had no idea why she wasn’t down there yet. She looked up at him uneasily, and without a word, Franklin grabbed her arm and hoisted her up to her feet. She laughed, somewhat amused and stumbled back upon being released from his grasp, watching as he grabbed her banjo from the ground. “Oh, you don’t have to-“[/b] He held up a hand to silence her, offering his arm, which she sheepishly took. “How many strings does your banjo have?”[/b] Franklin asked, tugging her along towards the festivities. “Five, although I can play a four-string, too. Still rusty on six-string, though.”“Did you know that the first solid-body electric five-string banjo was made in 1960? By three guys, I don’t remember their names, though. I’ll have to look it up.”[/b] Lore giggled appreciatively at the piece of knowledge, though didn’t have time to respond because they’d finally come up to the center of the gathering, multiple people mulling about around them.
Franklin handed Louis back off to Lorelai and disappeared into the crowd. The first person she set sights on was Crimson, and she smiled brightly, quickening her pace as she found her friend. She set Louis down before wrapping her arms around the woman from behind, setting her chin on her shoulder. “Guess who?”[/b] Lore grinned, before pulling back and taking a spot beside her instead, threading her arms around one of Crimson’s. “Hi, Crimmy.”[/b]
Frankie, as expected, quickly found Arcadia, who was still singing her song. He couldn’t hug her, nor surprise her with a cheek-kiss as he normally might, so instead he took a seat on the ground next to the chair she had unfolded for herself. He tilted his head slightly, watching her play with a smile on his face and a look of adoration in his eyes. Because let’s face it. He couldn’t really help himself. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] lorelai is wearing this charming little
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