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Post by harper blayze reynolds on Sept 2, 2010 15:20:21 GMT -5
WHATSTHEWORSTTHATICANSAY
t h i n g s a r e b e t t e r o f f t h i s w a y ♥ s o l o n g a n d g o o d n i g h t ♥
SOLONGANDGOODNIGHT Harper was in a good mood. She just woke up from a nap and well, she was having a bit of a rough patch since she hopped on this tour. Her ex girlfriend Diego was on tour and well, she kind of flipped the shits on her when they had a little interaction. It was a sloppy beak up and well, as of late, she really couldn’t handle the pain of seeing Diego. It killed her that Diego was being well, brainwashed by Phin. Phin being Deigo’s brother. They were quite close and well, Phin never liked Harper. Harper and Diego were not the couple you’d think you’d ever see together.
Harper is from New York and Diego is from Vagas. Two busy cities but, Diego well, her and Afina were in an insane asylum, while Harper was living it up in Manhattan because her mother is the wife and daughter of two political machines. Which means they were bringing in the money. Harper had everything she could ever dream of while Diego was fighting for everything. And well, Harper’s mom was wicked judgmental and kicked her out. That’s how Harper ended up in Vagas. She was a gas station attendant and well, she only really spoke to Parker. But Diego started talking to her and she was so nice, and well, in Harper’s eyes she was beautiful. And soon enough Diego was coming in the middle of the night to visit Harper when no one was around, and they would talk and just joke around for hours. Life was good, and well, they ended up dating. Harper was on top of the world. Until Phin tried breaking them up. Harper could remember it, all of it. She was working and the door above her jingled. There he was, right in front of her. Threatening her. He was well fucking scary to say the least. But Harper kept her mouth shut and kept her relationship going with Die, until one night. When Die stormed into work, and well, dropped a typed letter from some random woman saying that Harper had been having an affair. Harper’s head immediately ran to Phin. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t lose Die, she loved her. But soon enough, the door slammed behind her and all of Harper’s stuff was left sitting next to her. All she could do was cry and sit. She called up Parker and landed the next flight into New York. She spent a week in her room. Not eating, not sleeping just sitting. Parker had to bathe her and force feed her by the time she left, she was like a walking zombie. She finally moved on until well, she got signed for the tour, where her fateful ex girlfriend’s band was playing.
She quickly shook the thoughts out of her head. She looked at the clock and it was prime clubbing hour. She walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a pale pink corset and slid it on. She took her pair of skinny jeans and wiggled them on. She crouched into her bunk and took a pair of silver earrings from the counter with a bunch of bangles, one with skulls around it, and a brass knuckle type of linked rings with skulls on top of it. She pulled on a pair of black high heel strappy shoes, and began to apply her makeup. She put a pale pink eye shadow, a darker pink lip stick and bright red nail polish, which was slightly chipping. She snagged her phone and clutch, some money and her ID and walked out the door.
She walked through the parking lot, which was awkwardly quiet. It wasn’t anything new anymore; everyone was scared of this killer. It didn’t really scare Harper; she’s been ready for death for a while. She didn’t really have any emotion anymore except for anger and frustration. Other than that, her wall was all the way up. She wasn’t ready to let it down either. She hailed down a taxi and found herself in front of the club. She walked over to the bouncer and slid him a 50 dollar bill and got in without an “x” on her hand. Walking in, the music was blaring and all you could hear was the bass. The dance floor was full and she had to squeeze her way through everyone. She finally made her way to the bar and yelled to the bar tender "Heineken" he slightly nodded and handed her over the perspiring green bottle. She began to take sips from it, as she watched the men stare, yes, she was only twenty, but she knew how to reel in men. Parker would probably have killed her by now. She took her time with her beer, not a very womanly drink, but, she didn’t care. She knew what she liked and well, she was waiting to see if she could find a man, or woman, who caught her eye. She was out, to have fun, and to get her mind of the pain she had been going through.
status;; complete
words;; 852
tag;;Phin/Ave
outfit;; click
notes;; she be lookin flyyyyyy
lyrics;; "Helena" by My Chemical Romance
credit;; i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by phineas parker phoenix on Sept 5, 2010 20:21:13 GMT -5
SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW , THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING ! Phineas was not feeling fine. He was upset, upset at his sister upset at the world. He was just upset. Running a hand through his hair he sat there on the bus staring at the empty tv as he kept taking sips out of the whiskey bottle. Phin was a big man and he could handle his alcohol. He just hated it when it came to angrily drinking alcohol. In the end it makes him pissed the fuck off. The poor eighteen year old male didn't feel like staying in his bus especially when the bus door opened and in came Diego. Phineas glared at his sister. " Phin...I'm sorry...I'm just here to get my shit" But he knew he couldn't sit there and watch her without feeling like shit because he felt like he would destroy the band with how he acted and managed them. He just couldn't stand to lose something like that. It freaked him out and it made him angry at everyone around him and Phineas wasn't the one to get upset with anyone. He kept his cool usually, avoiding drama because he could and he liked it that way. He didn't like being angry at people who didn't deserve it. He was just trying to tell Diego that she could potentially ruin the band if she was pregnant and that, that would be a horror show for the both of them if the band failed. He wasn't sure of what else they would do. He would be pretty sure that Afina would stay on tour with Claudio but what would Diego do? She had nothing except for him and if she was going to have a baby than the baby. Sure, she had friends but Diego wasn't the type to mooch off of anyone. She was independent..and that freaked him out sometimes. Taking only a few moments to push himself off the couch. He gave her a look and pushed the bus door open. Leaning on it a little on his way out because he had obviously gotten up too fast. He let out a low groan as he stumbled away from the door, his hand wrapped around the bottle of whiskey tightly, in fear that it would sleep out of his fingers as he took another slug of it. In hopes of going close to the finish of the bottle as he walked towards the exit of the tour. He was headed towards the clubs, seeing as it was in walking distance of the club. Wearing only a pair of skinny jeans and a drop dead shirt, the weather was perfect for him, or maybe that was just because he was drunk. A sigh left his lips as he walked down the street and finally took the last of swig of whiskey and threw the bottle against the brick wall and watched it shattered into pieces across the ground and sprinkling in the grass. He kept walking, shoving his hands in his pockets of his skinny jeans and staring up at the sky as he kept walking, of course he was tripping over his own two feet as he did. Soon he was at the entrance at the club where the bouncer gave him a look. Honestly, it was easy for Phineas to pass as a twenty-one year old. He looked like it with all his tattoos and scars from numerous fights with Diego. He dug into his pocket and showed the bouncer his fake I.D which was better than Diego's since he had gotten his from some professional guy for a shitload of money. After the bouncer nodded his head he nodded back and walked in the club, feeling the music in his body and the bass pounding along as he walked up to the bar looking pretty damn drunk already. " jack and coke" He called to the bartender as he sat down next to a good looking blonde. He turned his head and had one of those smirks on his face. " Hey, you all alone?" Of course, his words came out a bit slurred but hey, he was still trying to make a friend. I HATE THE ONES WHO LOVE TO HATE ,i hope you like this post of 7something , i put alot into it. this thread is tagged for the infamous rae/harper , we're going to be having tons of fun in this thread babe. and if you must know it's completed . these kick ass lyrics are from escape the fate, and the banner? oh that's just from put maker of banner here of caution 2.0 , leave it on babe. now get started on posting, i'm waiting.
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Post by harper blayze reynolds on Sept 6, 2010 18:32:09 GMT -5
WHATSTHEWORSTTHATICANSAY
t h i n g s a r e b e t t e r o f f t h i s w a y♥ s o l o n g a n d g o o d n i g h t ♥
SOLONGANDGOODNIGHT Harper let the music fill her, she let the bass beat pulse through her veins. Her head was filled with noise, and well it felt quite familiar. Harper worked on tour selling merch, but the shows that she did go to, did that same exact thing to her. For some reason she loved music and fashion in a way that others really didn’t. She found inspiration in music. Her clothes were usually homemade and well, they looked quite professional. There wasn’t a moment where she couldn’t find happiness with a sewing needle and a good bunch of fabric. She had an amazing feeling within her when she created a new article of clothing in her hands. Working on her own clothing line on tour, was well, quite difficult but, she was getting her clothing out there and well, some artists were asking her for clothing and it was exciting for Harper. It was everything she dreamed of. She was almost brought back to that place through the music beats.
She got out on the dance floor once or twice, but she mostly stayed by the bar, her empty cups and bottles piling up behind the counter. She was feeling the alcohol now, and well, she was having a great time. Men were trying to get her and it gave her confidence a boost. She recognized most of them from on tour, but that didn’t stop her from flirting a little bit. She knew she was looking good and she felt like a million bucks. She wasn’t going to let anything hold her back. Not even the person who walked through the door.
Phineas Phoenix had entered the club, and well, Harper didn’t really get along with him. The two of them, well they hate their own separate problems, but for some reason, the two of them couldn’t get along for the life of them. It slightly bothered Harper, but what could she do if he didn’t want to make amends? All she really wanted was the truth. She walked over to the bar and took a big swig of her martini and well, it was almost gone. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot and the bartender walked over to her “I think I might have to cut you off dear”she looked up and gave the bartender a cold glare “You wouldn’t dare” she said as she slid a fifty across the lit up glass. He didn’t say anything as he turned around to serve the others. Putting her hand up to wave the bartender over and she gave him a sweet smile “Jose Cuervo baby, and keep them comin, some salt and lime too please? The bartender slightly nodded and brought over a couple of shots with limes and salt. Harper licked her hard put the salt on, took the shot, licked the salt and sucked on the lime. Many boys watched as she, sucked on the lime, not feeling anything but sexual desire for her. She knew Phin was there, and well she thought maybe he didn’t notice her and well, she was so happy. But he sat down at the bar. Her heart beat faster, she didn’t know what the he would do. But he seemed to rock back and forth as he walked over.
Is Phin drunk? Oh great. Two drunken enemies, this is going to be good
[/color] She quickly thought as she kept downing the Cuervo. She could feel every hit to her body. Her senses heightened and well, she was ready to let loose and was down for anything. Phin looked over and slurred some stupid pick up line and Harper couldn’t help but laugh. She ran a hand through her hair and smirked a bit “Yeah, I’m alone, but I highly doubt you want to party with me.” She spoke smoothly to him as she downed her third shot. [/blockquote] status;; complete
words;; 650
tag;;Phin/Ave
outfit;; click
notes;; she be lookin flyyyyyy
lyrics;; "Helena" by My Chemical Romance
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