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Post by emaroza aleksandra stanislav on Aug 26, 2010 0:21:27 GMT -5
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It was one of those days were Roza just couldn't sleep. Her mind hadn't sorted out what was real life and what was dreams. Tossing and turning in her small bunk. Her bony body parts hit the side of the wood paneling. Only in her mind she thought she was being thrown from side to side by her uncle. Everything hurt as she watched Gid cower in a corner as she was being beaten. Her own head pounding from hitting it against the cement floor of the basement they were trapped in. " You see this, Gideon...Your sister is just like your father. Successful...but flawed in so many ways...and now she's going to be up there with your mother and father...where she belongs.
[/i]" And she was gone. Everything went black and then she woke up. In his arms. " Hey...go back to sleep baby...[/i]" And she did. Falling back into the dark slumber that she wasn't sure if waking up with him meant she was in heaven or it was all fake and everything wasn't...real anymore. Then she woke up. Staring at the dark ceiling of her bunk as she drowned in her own pool of sweat. She hadn't thought about him sometimes. She did think about him a lot though. She didn't want to...But he got into her mind somehow. He just never left. She left him though and she didn't want to. But she had too. Tears almost gathered at the corners of her eyes. " Fuck" She muttered loudly as she rubbed her eyes and then ran a hand through her hair. She hated crying. Roza wasn't a cryer. She was loud but wasn't a cryer. She was crazy but wasn't a cryer. She did all she could to keep tears inside. Especially, when he ran through her mind. She wished she told him why she left. She didn't even say goodbye. He knew nothing and she knew everything. David didn't know shit about her uncle killing their parents. He probably thought she was a bitch for doing it. She didn't want to...She couldn't think about it most of the time either..It frightened her. She didn't want him to hate her. She loved him. Although, she would never admit it to anyone. Even to him. Sitting up in her bunk she ran her hand through her red curls and closed her eyes again, rubbing them with her fingers and getting up from her bunk. Standing in her undies and a tank top. Her hipbones pretty defined. as well as other bones on her arms. She was a string bean. A sigh left her lips as she picked up jeans and slid them over her thin legs and grabbed a hoodie from her bag, throwing it over her body as she exited the bunk area and walked into the lounge part as she sat down on the couch and looked at the clock. Grabbing a brush and running it through her wild hair. Maybe some coffee would do her some good since she forgot to buy more of her forbidden drug to wake up. Getting up and slipping on her vans and heading out towards toe streets, wrapping her hoodie tighter around her body and biting on her bottom lip as she walked into the nearest cafe. Walking up to the counter and biting down on her bottom lip still. " Hi, can I get a medium seattle roast...light and sweet and...a chocolate chip muffin" Her tone of voice was quiet, unlike other times when it had been harsh. She was handed her food items and she sat down on a comfy faux leather couch and sipped on her coffee. She was tired but hopefully this would pick her up for the morning. [/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - •tags• open !•status• done !•comments• suckss !•lyrics• Crush by Paramore !•credit• angelbymistake from Caution 2.0 ![/center] |
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Post by emily on Aug 29, 2010 12:33:03 GMT -5
cause this is the real thing [/i][/color] ,[/size] love changes everything *[/font]
( THIS IS THE NIGHT WHEN EVERY HEART'S EXPLODING! )
 [/center] olivia loved tour, and at the same time, she hated it. like most sane people, she functioned on a well rested night of sleep. or at least, hours of sleep that she chose. she hated being woken up, and she hated early bus calls, and tour managers forcing her to go to bed so her voice wouldn't sound tired the next night. in all honestly, liv was getting much better at the whole wake up at the crack of dawn thing, and fall asleep when the sun was setting, or whatever variation of that you like the most. it was one of those days where she had to be up early, too early for her own liking, and instead of rushing right into the merch table or whatever she had to do, liv decided to grab a coffee first.
she awoke on the messy bus, pulling on a pair of skinny jeans from beneath a pile of perpetually dirty clothing, and finding a to write love on her arms v-neck stowed in the same general vicinity. adjusting a beanie on her head and lining her eyes quickly and effortlessly with a stick of eyeliner, she finished up her half assed beauty regime by thoroughly brushing her teeth, donning a pair of vans sneakers, grabbing her phone and wallet and setting out the door. it was always strange when you were on tour and had time to yourself, almost like you were escaping from a bubble of some sorts, like you almost forgot that there was a life outside of the set up, break down, etc. life that they had.
it wasn't hard to find a coffee shop, and in just a few short minutes, olivia was pulling open the door. she paused in the doorway for the briefest of moments, allowing the rich smell of caffeine to fill her nose, sighing with a pinch of happiness, allowing the smell to carry her over to the register. she ordered the largest iced coffee that they had - hot coffee never really sat well in her stomach, to be honest - and a blueberry muffin from behind a case of treats. "thanks," she grinned, already waking up from the simple idea of her treats. she paid with the band credit card, collected her stuff and began to search for a table amidst studious college students and business men trying to find a spot to down a quick coffee before work.
spotting an empty table, she hurried on her way before someone could snag it, pausing when she saw a familiar red head sitting just a few tables away from the one she was about to take. deciding against ignoring her, she figured that she could use some social activity, and once arriving at her table, olivia was sure she'd recognize her. "hey...oh, hi!" she blushed profusely, immediately recognizing her as emaroza, the drummer for her favorite band on the tour, blank states. "hi, you probably don't know me...i'm olivia morrison, i'm in dynamite duo, we're on tour with you guys. i'm a huge fan of your band."
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Post by emaroza aleksandra stanislav on Sept 1, 2010 22:30:13 GMT -5
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Running a hand through her red hair again, she felt oddly calm as of right now. It was weird for once that she felt like she wasn't going to bite anyone's head off for some simple little thing. The coke put her on edge even though she was always like that after her parents and everything. She was always looking over her shoulder, checking showers for clowns and locking everything in sight that had a lock. She was pretty sure that was severe paranoia that she always had. It just gotten worse. She wanted to crawl into her bunk and sleep. It was just too damn early for her to be awake she wasn't even acting like herself. Roza yawned, taking another sip of her coffee and swishing it around her mouth. She was just playing with her drink because she was so bored. So, she decided to stare at the tv that was held up by a stand on the wall. The soft murmurs of the voices from the tv was hard to make out but the subtitles were easy to read even though she was sure she needed her contacts in but squinting was okay.. She was tired of that though within minutes and went back to picking at her muffin and sipping her coffee.
David entered her mind once again though, she thought she saw him a few days ago but she knew she was seeing things. Roza had convinced herself that he couldn't find her. That it was a good thing that he didn't find her or else her uncle could track her. Why she thought that no one knows. It was her own thoughts tangling up and causing trouble in her mind. She set on people watching for now. Turning her head she stared at some people who were working on laptops and typing papers, talking quietly on their blue tooths and just doing their thing. They looked so content or tired or serious. She couldn't understand it. Maybe it was because she was a nutjob and couldn't understand real human emotions. That could be a great answer. But she was convinced by several other people that she was not crazy and pretty capable of making friends and going on with her life normally. She couldn't do it though. That's why she did drugs. At least it made her feel some what close to normal.
She was eating quietly, staring at the blank space in front of her till she heard a voice. It brought her out of her quiet mind as she looked up at a girl who looked familiar. Probably because she has seen her on tour and Roza has never taken the time out to say anything. She gave the girl a small smile and took a sip of coffee. "Thanks, I have yet to see you guys play." Surprisingly she was being nice. Of course, her nerves were on edge but she was calm and focused. Something she never was. "Uh, you can sit down...at my table if you want." Her thick Russian accent coated her words like honey when she spoke. It was something she couldn't get rid of.
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