we all breakdown - - judas

[diego starr phoenix]

WHEN I WANT YOU ,
i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e

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A hotel, all of the tour was staying at one tonight and so was Diego. She felt so dirty from tonight's show though and wanted to get cleaned up and start drinking. Maybe because she was feeling so stressed out from this whole Harper thing and everything. Well, it was whatever now. She unlocked the door to her single hotel room because Afina was with her boyfriend and Phineas was probably staying with Ryann and dropped her bag on the floor. Instantly digging out some clothes and walking into the shower turning the nozzle on.

Die felt the water and concluded that it was a good amount of temperature. Stepping in the boiling water hit her bare skin. Instantly, any muscles that were tense relaxed and suddenly she was feeling better. A happy sigh left her as she started running the soap over her skin.

Creating lather and the sticky sweaty feeling finally going away as she rinsed it off under the water. She grabbed the shampoo and poured some into her hand, rubbing her head and pulling back her hands as she stuck her head under the water and washed it away then repeating the step over again and then using conditioner, which left her hair hanging straight and smooth. She always loved what conditioner did to her hair. After a few finishing touches to her daily shower she stepped out and shivered a little from the cold hair that hit her body and created small goose bumps that ran up her arms. She grabbed the towel from the rack and wrapped it around her. She didn’t know where the hell she got them but they were extremely soft and really, really, really warm. After drying off she went back in her room, wrapping the towel around her head and started pulling on her clothes, first came the underwear and bra, then her shirt which laid against her body, hugging her well, what was there of her curves and then her jeans which clung to her thin legs. Die slipped on her shoes and went back into her bathroom, running a brush through her brown hair as she put some product in it so it didn’t look like a complete frizz disaster.

Now that she was clean she walked back into the main part of the hotel room, unscrewing the cap of Jack and taking long long gulps, it burned her throat as she moved the bottle from her lips and grabbed her guitar, pulling it onto her lap and grabbing a pick. She started playing, just anything as she stopped in between songs to sip on the jack. As soon as she was done with the fifth song the floor was spinning and Die stood up, using the wall as support. She stumbled, running a hand through her hair and finishing off the jack, looking for another one. After finding a beer she walked outside onto the first floor patio. Cracking it open and collapsing in a chair, opening it and taking a sip. Fuck, she was going to die of alcohol poisoning. Die was losing her mind. She knew it. She couldn't handle anything really, her dad fucked her up and she couldn't handle the fact that her sister was a total clam. Or the fact she still had the hots for her girlfriend. Diego sighed and took another sip of the beer before sitting up and then standing up. Her own two feet shaking beneath her as she took steps to the hotel room to make herself look presentable.

With a quick strokes of eyeliner she had been looking fine. Of course, it was easy to tell that the young girl was drunk. She grabbed the handle to the door and pulled on it a few times before remembering to turn it. Ahh, her thought process was a bit fuzzy. She stumbled down the hallway to the elevator and pressed the button a good ten times before she heard the ding and passed a few other band members from different bands. Of course, she glared at them and pressed the ground floor as she waited not so patiently. The fact that she hated elevators may have something to do with it. After the doors opened after what seemed like forever Die walked out and ran a hand through her hair. She made her way to the you guessed it bar and sat down. "I'll have a coke and jack" Her words were slurred but the bartender didn't really care, she thought as she pulled out her fake i.d and handed it to him with a smile. She was so glad she had gotten one of those. Soon, the male was filling up her glass and mixing her drink and she was sitting there having a grand ol' time. She couldn't wait for some fun to begin,

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tags !Rae/judas
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notes ! MENTAL BREAKDOWN
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0

[judas xavier greyback]

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Judas was well, normal tonight. He just popped in two pills and washed them down with a bottle of water. He looked around and well, just like everyone else he was found in a lovely high scale hotel. He wasn’t complaining one bit. His suitcase was open and well the towel wrapped around his waist was not something he could just waltz around in. He walked over to his suitcase and fumbled through the clothing until he grabbed his boxers, slid them on, and a black v neck tee and let it cover his pale skin and fit body. He wiggled into his straight leg jeans and slid his star wars belt through each loop carefully. Looking around, his eyesight was quite fuzzy, he softly muttered to himself “where the hell are my contacts?”

[/color]He kept searching but with no avail, he resorted to a pair of black thick framed somewhat nerd glasses. He walked over to the dresser and grabbed his phone, lighter, and cigarettes and room key, and left the room.

His mission, well was quite simple. Drink the night away. He had nothing to do and well, not a lot of friends on tour. He was actually on tour for his little sister, Dare. Dare, well, she was Judas’ biological little sister and well seeing her was starting to get to him. He didn’t know if he should tell her who he was. It was a big thing. Not to mention the fact that he has multiple personalities. Hunter was his other side. He was more outgoing and well, probably would come out tonight if he had enough hard liquor, which was the ONLY thing that Judas ever drinks. He began to get a bit fidgety and started to toy with his multi-colored checkered plugs. A family on vacation was in the elevator and well it was quite clear the boy was scared shitless of Judas. He did have plenty of tattoos and his lip pierced. He waited as each bell went through his mind. He needed something to get his mind off of this whole Dare thing. The doors finally opened and the family rushed out to the lobby and so did he. He quickly walked over to the bar. Sitting down on the stool, he looked up at the bartender and simply asked for some whiskey. The bartender slid over the glass and Judas received it with grace. Taking slow sips the liquid went down smooth and quickly. He could feel his other self emerging. He downed a good five cups of whiskey and yes, it was quite expensive so he moved onto Cuervo shots. When a young woman sat down at the bar, and slurred her words ever so gracefully.

Judas knew exactly what was going on, his heart pounded faster and well, Hunter was coming. Fuck that, Hunter was there. He looked over at the young woman and well, she wasn’t bad looking at all. Hunter’s eyebrow raised a bit as he downed a shot. Hunter tapped on the table again for another shot. He was drunk, there was no question about it. His eyes were glossed over and well, the young woman was absolutely smashed. Looking over, he leaned towards her and whispered with slurred words “Are you sure you’re old enough to drink? You look kinda young” He let a smirk emerge on his face. The famous Hunter smirk. He watched as the rum and coke slowly met her hand. He brought the second shot to his lips and drowned it. Hunter was drunk and Judas was long gone for well, some would think twenty four hours. He couldn’t help but think about how the night was going to go. Hunter looked over at the girl seeing a hint of what could have been pain in her eyes. Hunter felt a wave of Judas’ compassion and waved it away. He turned his head and said to her “Names, Hunter. What’s yours?” he extended his arm just a bit, in hopes of her taking his invitation for friendliness. This is going to be a long night.


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•lyrics• Crush by Paramore !
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[diego starr phoenix]

WHEN I WANT YOU ,
i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e

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"I wanna die" She groaned to herself as she took another sip from her glass. The voices in her head that she heard often were slipping away. Maybe that was something she had needed to get checked out. Hearing voices was never good. Ugh, she was drunk beyond believe and she didn't plan on stopping any time soon because fuck, drinking was fun to her and she had no intention of stopping till she had to call Phineas to drag her back to the room, no doubt she wouldn't put up a fight. Diego always was a bit more subdued and more willing then she normally was. Of course, not just anyone could take advantage of her. But still, she wasn't about to bite anyone's head off. Speaking of biting heads off. She wondered where Phineas was. Usually he would check on her during the whole hotel stay. Making sure she didn't throw tvs out windows or break the bed or lamps. She was known for causing damage to her surroundings. Accident or not. She felt entirely numb right now. She didn't know what to even feel. Sadness? Anger? Depression? Fuck, she didn't even know and she wanted to feel something but that was always too hard. She absolutely hated feeling. She tried her best to avoid most emotions except for anger and enjoyment in other's suffering. It was a sad thing. Closing her eyes half way she shook her head to herself and took another sip of the whiskey and coke. It made her insides all warm.

She tried to get a hold of herself even though it was impossible to gain control over her head. She lost that long ago, when they threw her and her sister, Afina into the asylum. She felt as if she had to fight for her life to protect her younger twin. It hurt when people hurt her and she had to fight them on her own, trying to hold it together seemed so far away by now. She felt as if there was nothing to hold her together anymore, she was afraid of losing her family and afraid of losing someone she loved. Sighing to herself she finished off her jack and coke and beckoned the bartender for me. The older man sighed and poured her another glass.

She was pretty content being extremely inebriated by herself. Of course, she wanted friends to be there but she knew they all had their own lives and probably didn't want to deal with crazy Diego. That was till a voice cut into the blur of her thoughts and the soft murmurs of the voices inside of her head. "are you sure you're old enough to drink" The brunette picked her head up to send a look towards the man next to her. She was a legal adult by law but not legal to drink. She looked him over, tattoos, piercings, nerdy scene kid glasses...he was pretty damn hot. She was sure she had seen him around tour though, maybe as a crew member or something. Her memory was so fuzzy she was surprised she remember her own name. She looked down at his hand he put out as he introduced himself. Slowly, well what seemed slow to her she shook it. "Diego Phoenix...uh, yeah, that's my name" Smooth move asshole, she wanted to yell at herself. Her words were even more slurred than before as she took another sip from the glass. She returned to stare out of no where when she turned back to Hunter. "Do...you work on tour? or something like that? I mean...you look..familiarrr...." She looked him over again, wishing to hell she remembered his name. "I sing and uh scream in Armed and Dangerous...by the way." She said as she finished off the glass and ordered another one. She was going fast but who the fuck cared.


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word count ! 674
tags !Rae/judas
outfit ! click
notes ! MENTAL BREAKDOWN
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0

[judas xavier greyback]

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HHunter’s mind didn’t really function at its best in situations like these. This girl was clearly underage, and he was clearly a full grown adult. I mean how much more adult can you get than twenty six. He’s the oldest man on tour. That’s kind of why no one fucks with him. He’s twenty six years old and working the lighting and sound for the tour. Granted there’s no one here his age but whatever, Hunter acts like he’s twenty anyway. The one thing Judas was scared to death about was Dare. Hunter spilled the news to her and well, how hard is that to find out not only you have a brother, but he’s a freaking psychotic nut case? He couldn’t really understand why or how this happened. Psychologists kept saying how it was him suppressing his true feelings while he was in his adoptive homes. How Judas was so determined to be a perfect child that, he suppressed a “delinquent” self and it built up and became a second personality. He couldn’t really help it. Being the perfect child is something every adopted child wants to be so they don’t get tossed out again. But now, he was independent, well, not exactly, he was very dependent on his mediation. He almost never parted with it. But there was a bit of medical abuse with his pills, and well, his psychotherapist, well she kind of sort of refuses to refill Judas’ prescriptions. Which means the last of these pills, are the last of keeping Hunter under control, and Judas can feel him building up and beginning to burst through. It somewhat scares Judas but Hunter has been ready to push through for so long, and he’s finally roaming about tonight.

Hunter couldn’t help his constant need and want for sex, drugs, or even alcohol. He was a big party boy. And Judas wasn’t and honestly almost everyone saw Hunter rather than Judas. A lot of people just thought Judas was quiet on the job because he was so hung over he just wanted peace. But that wasn’t true at all. He couldn’t help but feel helpless at times and Judas sure as hell didn’t want to put this on Dare, he didn’t want her taking care of him. It was his job to take care of her. Hunter shook out his thoughts and silently spoke to himself “fade out already dude, give the fuck up.” Fighting the personality was the hardest thing to do in public. Hunter was focused on the shot glass in attempts to keep himself as Hunter and not let Judas emerge. He took one more shot and Hunter was officially stable and he was officially drunk out of his mind. There was nothing anyone could do about it but no one seemed to care. The young woman next to him, she was pretty inebriated herself. Her motions were sloppy and her words were slurred it was obvious she was drinking too fast and well, she couldn’t handle her alcohol.

She introduced herself and shook Hunter’s hand, but it was quite heavy. Almost as if she couldn’t keep up her body. Hunter took the initiative of making the up and down motion and let her hand slide out of his as he watched it fall to her side. He quickly ran his hand through his black hair and well, she did recognize him. Which was a slight surprise, because she didn’t recognize Hunter, she recognized Judas. “I do work on tour, I’m the sound and lights guy.” Hunter winced a bit at how stupid he sounded, he couldn’t believe what he just said. Are you shitting me dude? What the hell, make your job sound a bit more interesting, not like a fucking janitor or something. You’ll never get laid he thought to himself. Hunter smirked as she told him her occupation, “So, you’re a screamer huh?” He said as he began to smirk and raise an eye brow. Vulgar sentences were something Hunter could produce in an instant. He basically spoke in vulgarities, and for some reason, it got him so many women in his bed, it was kind of crazy. He looked back at the bartender “Johnny Walker, Red Label, I want to do something I’ll regret tonight”

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He knew exactly what he wanted from her. It was completely obvious. A young woman at a bar, she was already drunk so the deed was already set up for him. He didn’t have to buy her a drink or anything. She was fucked out of her mind. He basically had someone magical set up his shot. And he thanked whoever sent her to this bar silently. He didn’t care who it was, it could have been Noah for all he cared, which he didn’t. But he quickly gave a small thank you to them in his head and slowly sipped on his Red Label in hoped of her being at least one bit interested in him.

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•lyrics• Crush by Paramore !
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[diego starr phoenix]

WHEN I WANT YOU ,
i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e

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Die sighed again, this time running finishing off her drink and setting it down again. Now she just wanted anything of the alcoholic matter. "Can I have a beer please?" It was a miracle that she could formulate her own words. But some how they left her mouth in a coherent matter, well a coherent matter to her. The bartender just sighed again and gave it to her. She just wanted it badly. She wanted her alcohol level to be way higher then her blood level because then she would die and then she would be happy with herself. Maybe people would be happier too because who the fuck needed her? She was just some messed up nut job who heard voices drank all too much and everyone thinks is the killer. She was also just plain fucked up. She knew her whole life was a fuck up up until she was adopted even then it was a continuous fuck up. She didn't understand why they didn't give her up and kept Afina since her sister was the sweet one. She was just plain vicious to everyone she met. Closing her eyes again she took another sip. Diego never got sick from the alcohol, sure in the morning she did but she usually drank top shelf shit that hit her slowly.

As of now, she wanted to get out and leave. But she wanted to finish her drink first then see if this guy was drunk, which seemed to be the case because she felt like he was somewhere where she was at the moment. Maybe that was a good thing considering she was always in need of something fun to do when she was drunk. She had no common sense either which was pretty bad considering she might even get into a fight with this guy. Of course, fighting was always on her mind when she was drunk or sober. It never really left she was basically always like that. Ready to start or end one.

She shrugged her shoulders when she told him what he did. "Ohhh, so you make the stages and lights all pretty? cool job..." She told him with a drunken smile that she made look pretty good. His next comment she wasn't really that drunk not to know what it meant but she took another sip of her beer and smirked at him. "Wouldn't you like to know" She said as she carefully stepped off the stool and walked towards the elevator, wondering if he was going to follow her in anyway.

status ! done
word count ! 4 something
tags !Rae/judas
outfit ! click
notes ! MENTAL BREAKDOWN
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0