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[phineas parker phoenix]

SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW ,

THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING !

Now, Phineas was a sleeper. He loved to sleep. The fact that he could sleep for two whole days was pretty scary but he couldn't do that anymore. He had to work now. Organize set lists, wrangle the band. Well, wrangle Diego. She was the only one of the band that he actually had to deal with. She was insane, she couldn't handle herself. Afina and Phin had to stand over her all the time. Honestly, he was getting tired of it but he couldn't abandon his twin sister. It wouldn't be right and it would sit well with his conscious. He couldn't leave her at all. As of now though, he was laying in his bunk in just his boxers. His chest rose and fell with little breaths as he stared up at the ceiling, something he had been doing for about a hour even though he should of gotten his lazy ass out of his bunk and check on everyone. He just wasn't feeling it..At all. He wanted to lay there quietly and just stare, let his mind wonder since it was so good at doing that. Reaching up top onto his little shelf, he grabbed a book. Something Afina gave him after she was done reading it and started to engulf another book before he even got through the first chapter. He blamed that on his ADD or something. He couldn't concentrate that well on anything. Especially that. Reading was just one of the problems he had to deal with when it came to his attention disorder. He yawned quietly and turned on a book light he had received when he ordered one of those silly snuggies and clipped it onto the book and started reading. All the while, his mind wandering to different parts of the band that needed to be worked on.

Groaning loudly, he closed the book only after a chapter and set it back onto the little shelf. He probably had to go and check merch. He didn't know if the merch kids had checked it so he could only hope that he would get there in time to make counts before anyone sold anything. But due to sleeping in he knew that could be quite impossible. But, money was money and he didn't care all about that. He did care, but he cared more about the band being together and getting ready to play. Which made him think, what time were they to play. Getting the boys and girls together was like rounding up sheeps with a cat. Nearly fucking impossible. Running a hand through his dark hair he sat up in his bunk and slowly slipped out. Another loud yawn emanating from his lips as he stood up and stretched, reaching his long arms towards the ceiling. He wanted to wake up and knew that he had to go back to work. But he seriously had to work and no matter how inviting that bunk looked like...He wasn't going back to it.

"Come on Phin. Wake up" He muttered to himself as he pulled on a Drop Dead shirt and a pair of skinny jeans and slipped on some vans. He didn't bother to bend over and straightened them out if he needed to. He was still sleepy. Walking out of the bunk area. He needed a drink...and he wasn't talking about alcohol. Something with caffeine in it. Opening up the mini fridge, he stole on of his sister's energy drinks and popped the tab open, drinking it all in one large gulp and yes, he was expecting to drop down at any moment and have a heart attack. But he was a big person and it would take a while for something like that to happen. Grabbing a hoodie because he had no idea how the weather was going to be, he walked out of the bus and towards to merch tables. Knowing he should be there to help and once he got there. The caffeine kicked in and he was awake. Sighing quietly, he sat down at the table and started looking at papers. Counting everything he was suppose to be counting. God, he hated it.
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 open , 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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[asher]

twenty four hours after her first drink, and some sort of pill one of the roadies had given her, asher was still awake and strangely lively. due to the fact she'd probably be due to start making her bad look ok in a couple of hours she was hoping she'd at least have a steady hand by then. fortunately for her she could get away with justdoing a few touch up and the odd bit of eyeliner, especially since most of her job involved covering up cuts and bruises from whatever fights the boys had got in the night before. it was kind of like a babysitting job in some ways because she was constantly harking on at them to start behaving and to stop fighting all the damn time. then again she couldn't actually care less if they were fighting or not, it just made her job a hell of a lot easier if they weren't black and blue and bleeding when she tried to get them ready. it also saved a lot of complaining considering they didn't much take to being poked and prodded with make-up brushes and concealer, though most boys didn't so she hardly held it against them. as a lot of people assumed being the make-up artist for a bunch of rowdy guys wasn't always the easiest of jobs and she did have to take a bit of a verbal bashing from them every so often but she had gotten used to it by now and had learnt to tell them when to shut their mouths.

deciding to change and make herself look a bit more presentable before going for a walk, hoping the fresh air would sober her up a little bit before work. she washed her face, tugged a brush through her hair and changed into a clean t-shirt before grabbing her bag and heading off the bus. she was lucky that no one really cared how her make-up looked because half of the time she really could not be bothered with it all, she loved make-up but not when she was high on god knows what and really need to wake up properly. if it weren't for the fact she never really got spots she would be a hell of a lot more reliant on the stuff, but for now she was convinced she could go with out. plus her hair was much more laughable than her face right now. it was still quite tuggy and in curls than had fallen out a long time ago, tied into bunches with elastic bands she'd found in a draw on the bus. no one would have guessed she was a stylist by the look of her, but then again no one would really guess that the boys for back to the dead regularily had their hair and make-up done before playing on stage.

reaching the merch tables she looked around, debating whether or not to buy any t-shirts or jumpers. her eyes met that of bttd's merch kid and she smiled giving a quick wave. she was particularily familiar with their merch kid but obviously they knew each other, at least in passing. as she was browsing she couldn't help but notice an even more familar face. "oi, phineas" she shouted across too him waving frantically, ok so the walk hadn't sobered her up very much at all and she was still pretty buzzing. apparently she was a much more friendly and hyperactive when she was high, which was probably a positive for most people who had to interact with her. personally she wasn't a fan of being friendly, but at least it was towards someone she counted as her friend anyway. "where were you last night? i got so drunk and there some girls with amazing boobs you would have loved," she told him reaching him relatively quickly.

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[phineas parker phoenix]

SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW ,

THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING !

Honestly, Phin just wanted to go back to sleep. The caffeine kick wasn't lasting too long. He should of drank two of those damn things. Well, then there was the threat of Diego trying to murder him for drinking her poison. Actually, he was pretty sure he'd have the chair chucked at him again. Unlike Afina, he fucked up so often that he was scared that Diego might end up murdering him. Though, he knew she wouldn't do that. She loved him too much, that was a funny concept. Diego loving? Haha, that made him laugh quietly out loud. Running a hand through his hair and pushing his hair out of his hazel eyes, he looked out at the crowd that was passing by. From time to time some kid stopped by and pointed him out. Telling whatever group who he was with that he was the Armed and Dangerous's sister's brother. Yeah, big whoop. He rolled his eyes every now and then. He so wasn't a morning kid. He knew about that for the longest time. But it only proved it's point as people became more annoying and he was never annoyed by people. He just needed to go back to sleep. But all these numbers needed to be straightened out and he wasn't going to lag in his job. That would just be bad and if he messed up Diego would have his head. Despite, being related if he pissed her off he knew he was in trouble as much as anyone else. The only person who got off easy was Fina.

Sighing again, he banged his head on the merch table and let out a loud groan. One of the merch kids sat beside him and patted his head. He kept in that position till he lifted up his head when he heard his name being called and squinted through the sun to see Asher walking towards his way. He sat up straighter as he raised a eyebrow at her when she mentioned boobs. Phineas was definitely a boob guy no doubt. That was one of the first things he looked at in a chick. He was pretty discreet about it too. Which was a good thing since chicks had a tendency to not like strange big tattooed men staring at their boobs. He's got a few slaps in his time about it and hey, it wasn't his fault. Of course, his ADD doesn't work it's distracting magic then. He would be so concentrated on that one body part. But that's enough about Phineas and his boob fetish.

"I had to handle some problems last night...SOMEBODY...decided to break a few recording studio windows last night...AND GUESS WHO IT WAS...Nevermind you probably know who it was. BUT ANYWAYS, Why do you tease me with such talk of boobs? You know I love them....It's just unfair. While you get surrounded by amazing boobs I get surrounded by a amazing stack of paper..." He groaned as he slammed his head on the merch table again. Then he looked back up at her with a smile. "How was your night though? What sizes were they? Actually, no don't tell me...I'll feel more shitty. Were they hott chicks though? I want that much information." He asked quickly, with a impish grin on his face.He totally wished he was drinking though. That would make this so much easier to handle. But of course, he couldn't have things his way...When did he ever get things his way? Never. Phin looked at Asher for a moment and concluding that she was on something. "What did you take last night? and can I have some?" He asked because she looked awake and he needed to be awake right now or else he was going to need three more cans of red bull to make him fly.
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 asher , 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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[asher]

shaking her head as he told her about the incident that occured, it was a typical deigo stuff and she knew it must be a bit of a nightmare for phin to have to deal with it. deigo was one of her best friends on the tour but she was quite aware the girl could be a handful, even if asher was often there too egg her on or join in herself. "you manage to get everything sorted out?" she asked quite concerned that deigo might have gotten herself in more trouble than she could handle. his reaction too her news about boobs was more than enough to lift her mood from the previous worry about her trouble maker of a friend. "oh i don't know maybe about this big," she held her hands about an inch or two away from her own chest and stuck her tongue out at him. asher was quite aware that she probably made quite a reputation for herself due to the fact that she talked about boobs almost as much, if not as much, as any boy did. it was a shock to her that she managed to get any action at all because she was pretty sure most of the guys she knew were convinced she was a lesbian or something like that. they certainly didn't treat her all that much like a girl, but she didn't blame them because she didn't exactly act like one most of the time.

"pffft, hot doesn't even describe these girls, they were like something out of playboy," she told him, exaggerating a little to make him jealous and because she thought it was funny. "dressed like it too," she added with a wink, now she was just making stuff up. although girls did have a tendency to wander around in less than appropriate clothing when they were in the company of bands the girls last night hadn't been in any state of undress that was worse than usual. in denim shorts, a white vest top and a checkered shirt, she hardly seemed to fit in with the 'try-hards', as she called them, wandering around in their bikini tops and tini skirts, but she didn't care. asher got enough action to not feel the need to bare most of her flesh to get boys attention. she suspected the main reason she ever got laid was because she wasn't exactly shy in expressing her feelings towards others, especially when drunk and would often just go up to whomever she fancied that evening and tell them.

"i tried to get you some numbers but i wasn't very successful," she told him, just being mean to him for her own enjoyment. to be honest if it weren't for the fact that the girls boobs had been so on show she probably wouldn't have noticed them at all because she was so high on whatever the roadie had given her that she couldn't focus very well on anything. the buzz was starting to wear off slowly but she could still feel the effects of the pill in her system, which was quite evident as she had now been awake for over twenty four hours and didn't see any sign of her stopping and going to bed. "not got a clue, one of the roadies gave me it, i can ask if he has any more," she told him sitting on the merch table and picking up some of the paperwork phin had been complaining about. it made no sense to her but her eyes scanned it anyway and she nodded as if she knew exactly what he was working on. being a make-up artist certainly had it's perks, the fact that she never had to do any paperwork was definately one of them.

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[phineas parker phoenix]

SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW ,

THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING !

If people asked how he handled Diego he wish he had a really good answer for it. But he didn't. He just put up with everything she did. He knew she couldn't help it. She was just that way. Throwing tantrums, breaking things...breaking people. Oy vey, he was trying to help her calm down really. Usually all you had to do was shove her a bottle of alcohol and she became calm. He felt like banging his head against the table again. Oh boy. he just looked up at Asher with sad eyes and shook his head. "I'm pretty sure I got it sorted out. I just don't understand how one seriously small eighteen year old girl can destroy a bulletproof glass thing with a fucking chair....Maybe it wasn't bulletproof but it was thick. I'm going to start calling her Destructo now...I think...suits her well." Phineas was known to chat a lot when he was upset with someone. Not that he was really upset with Diego. He was just....a little perplexed by her whole "I NEED TO DESTROY SHIT RA RA RA" and confused the hell out of him. Sometimes he wished that Afina would pass some of her extreme shyness to her twin. But he knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon. He just sighed though. His head hurting from the hangover he had last night when he drank all by his lonesome. Fuck, he needed someone to give him a break. The eighteen year old watched her as she showed him how approximately big the boobs were. He just let out another groan and banged his head on the table. "Can I quit being manager please? It's like herding sheep with cats. WITH CATS ASHER! CATS ARE NOT COOPERATIVE ANIMALS!" Phineas also had a tendency to get loud when he was exaggerating his point. He totally knew he sounded whiny. But he didn't really care all that much. He wanted to see boobs.

He let out another groan this time pouting and sitting up, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Lucky bitch, you always get the good stuff. YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE CHICKS." He exclaimed and shook his head."Unless you do, that would be new to me." Asher did have a tendency to point out goddamn hott chicks. Sometimes he did wonder if she was bisexual but he pushed it out of his mind. It was not his business to know. But still, he was jealous. More jealous than he should be. "I would fucking give my life to go to the playboy mansion" Truth was he would. Phineas would do it in a heart beat. He let his arms fall to the table and then leaned back in the chair, putting his hand behind his head and staring at the tent before back at Asher.

He glared at her, of course it was one of those fake ones but it was still a glare. She was rubbing salt in the wound. "Eh, it's fine.I mean, if they were hott they probably had some STD right?" He said with a silly little grin. Phineas didn't go for all whores. Just some of them. He avoided the extremely slutty ones like the fucking plague. Knowing they could be carrying some kind of infection and that it would be pretty if he got one. He would not be thrilled at all. He nodded and laughed. "That's such a bad idea but yeah get me one if you can. Maybe it can help me stay up to finish paperwork and shit....I didn't know there would be so much paperwork when it comes to this band managing thing." He said as he watched her pick up the paper of orders. He really didn't like paperwork...at all.
I HATE THE ONES WHO LOVE TO HATE ,


i hope you like this post of 664 , i put alot into it. this thread is tagged for the infamous asher , 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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