REED, noah elias

[noah elias reed]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

NOAH ELIAS REED *

Aye, the names Noah and don’t fucking forget it. And don’t expect that I’m going to save your ass just because of my name. Fuck, I’m not even religious. I blame my parents, but I’ll bitch about that later, alright? Alright. Anyways, I guess you can say my claim to fame is being the lead singer for a band called Back to the Dead. You might have heard of them, if you’re not living under a fucking rock.

So there are a lot of things about me that people don’t like. I’ve heard I’m a pretty big asshole by a lot of people. Truth is, I just don’t give a rat’s ass what people think of me. Why should I? I can see why they would think that though. I’m rude, and usually pretty impatient. Fuck I hate when people walk slow in front of me. It’s their own fault they get pushed out of the way! Walk faster if you don’t want to get knocked down, dumbasses. I don’t have a lot of manners, if you haven’t already guessed that. It’s not that I wasn’t ever taught them, I just completely disowned them.

I’m really not a people person. I’m bad with people. They annoy the shit out of me, usually, and my rude attitude tends to piss them off. They don’t seem to appreciate being told the truth either, even though they all bitch when you lie to them. This is why I have little friends. Do I care? Not at all. I have my band mates and that’s all I need. As far as the ladies go, for whatever reason they keep coming back. I hear girls like assholes, so that’s probably why. I’m a little nicer to them, but not by much, and it’s usually only so I’ll get laid. It’s one of the perks of being a rock star. All I have to do is say I’m in a band and it’s almost an immediate one way pass to the bedroom. Or wherever it is. I can’t remember the last time I had a girlfriend though. I push people away so damn fast it’ll make your head spin.

I’m just the stereotypical rock star. I’m all for the partying and having a great time. I’ve heard I’m actually not such an asshole when I’m drunk and that I’m more laid back. Some people say that it’s the better side of me, and then they sit there and ask if I’m a nice guy in disguise. I think most people have nice moments, but mine are one in a million. Anyways..so..yeah. Drinking is one of my favorite things to do, as well as go to clubs and shit. I can drink all night and wake up perfectly fine in the morning. I guess I inherited some crazy ass tolerance for drinking. I don’t think I’ve ever had a hangover. Oh, and sex? Yes please.

I’m not sure what else to say about me. I’m not very loyal, aside from to my friends. I’ll say one thing and do the complete opposite. I’m a master at lying straight to people’s faces. Breaking promises is one of my many talents as well. I am not a good person, and it doesn’t make sense to me why people continue trying to talk to me. People try and stick around even after I treat them like shit. They’re stupid. Shouldn’t you stop talking to someone that treats you like shit? Whatever. Idiots. I've got a nice side somewhere, buried, and the keys been swallowed. Good luck getting it out. The only nice you'll see out of me is if you're trying to fuck with my friends. I'll beat the shit out of you. Thats as nice as I get.

So a little bit about my past I guess. I was born on October 5th, I’m almost twenty-two. Damn I’m getting old. Hah. Anyways. I was born and raised in Seattle in a huge two story house along with my little sister. I’ve got an older brother and sister as well but I’d rather continue acting as if they don’t exist. My mom and dad were highschool sweethearts, gross, but whatever. My parents are both religious up the ass and they met because my dad’s father was a priest at the church my mom attended.

So, I don’t know. They got married, and then they had sex and decided to have kids. We’re all about a year and a half inbetween each other, except my little sister. She’s three years younger than me. There really isn’t much to say here. Growing up in a religious house sucked. We were given everything we wanted, as long as we went to church and did as the ‘lord’ said so. At first I was all for it, but after a while it got tiring. Family pow wow’s in the livingroom every night to read out of the bible were just not my thing.

By the time high school hit, I was all but done with my family. My older siblings were straight A students, doing sports and volunteering at the church that my dad then was the priest of. I got made fun of for being a bible thumper. I guess that’s what really made me flip gears, I got sick of being made fun of and I swear I was probably thrown in a trash can more than any other kid at school. So I became what my parents hated. My grades dropped, and with each year I got worse and worse. I dyed my hair, ripped up my clothes and started hanging with the wrong crowd. Shit, by the time I was a sophomore I was one of the most popular kids in school. Not with the teachers of course.

My parents, as much as they hated what I was doing, couldn’t find it in them to throw me out. They kept paying for my stuff, giving me my allowance and even gave me a car. I walked all over them, becoming the spoiled pompous asshole that I still am. I made it through high school by sleeping with my teachers or bribing them with money. I conquered high school as one of the most hated and loved kids at school and moved on college.

College was the same deal, my parents paid for it and I went just to party and have sex. Somewhere along the lines I came up with this idea of getting a band together. Why not? I could sing, even if it wasn’t the cute kind of choir singing my parents had me doing when I was younger. Getting a band together had been easier than I had thought. People were so eager to join the band. And shit, we got known faster than I thought we would. Honestly I could care less about the fans; it’s all about the money, the sex, the music, drugs and having fun and that’s exactly what I get out of it.

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

Hola! My names Monica. I’ve been rping for way too long. Seriously, I think it’s something like 9 or more years. Hah. I’m in Cali, so I think I’m in the Pacific time zone. Not much else to say I think..I could be wrong. It’s live or die? I don't knooow. hah.

This was sketchy, every single bit of it. The red flags were being waved around furiously in the back of her head, warning her of how dangerous this could and probably was. The muscles in her face pulled, tugging her lips down into a slight frown as a key was dangled in front of her. Her bright blue eyes, surrounded in black eyeliner, slowly looked up the dirty fingers and follows the mans outstretched arm and finally looked upon his face. He had a sunken in face, with a nose that was slightly crooked (had it been broken?), and tired bloodshot eyes that stared at her impatiently. There was something else though. The way his cracked, dried up lips quirked to the side. Francis couldn’t help but feel as though he had something on his mind. ”Got something to say?” Her words were fast, spat out and filled with attitude. ”Enjoy yourself, missy.” With a scoff, she reached up and curled her fingers around the keys. Without another word she turned and slipped through the door.

Outside was refreshing compared to the dingy old smell of the office she had just been in despite the low temperate that now bit at her exposed skin. The short sleeved band shirt she wore offered little protection from the cold, and neither did the denim shorts. A light tap, tap brought it to her attention that it must be starting to rain as the water droplets began falling onto the building and the old, cracked cement she now walked along. The motel lacked any sort of awning to protect her from the rain, but it wasn’t something she minded. The rain was always something she enjoyed. It was peaceful, and the sound of it always calmed and relaxed her. More often than not it even lulled her to sleep.

Francis wrinkled her nose as a rather large rain drop fell on it. Lifting her hand she wiped the water away as it started to slide down her face and then brushed her hand across the bottom of her shirt. The parking lot was empty aside from a little blue Mitsubishi Lancer that was parked on the far side, and Francis couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander as she headed towards it. This was like the setting from some awful scary movie. The Vacancy was about a motel, wasn’t it? There were other movies about couples stopping at an empty motel and something terrible happening to them. Would she end up like that? Shit, it would amaze her if she made it to her car without someone popping out and attacking her. Normally it took a lot to scare her, but this place was downright creepy.

Tilting her head, she looked back over her shoulder once to make sure that she was still alone. There wasn’t anything around still, but that did nothing for her nerves. Reaching her car, she unlocked it and pulled out a backpack. It had things she needed for the night, clothing and shampoo and the like. She made sure the windows were up all the way so that the rest of her things were safe. Like she needed what little belongings she had destroyed! Not that any of them were really worth anything. She’d be one boring person to rob, honestly. Closing the door, the young woman slung the backpack over her shoulder and headed towards the room she had paid for. Lifting up the key, she scanned it for the number of the room and then began looking for it.

Unimpressed but not surprised in the slightest bit. That’s what she was when she finally got into the room, after having to slam her small frame against the door to even get the god damned thing open. The inside was just as she had imagined: disgusting. It smelled a familiar mixture of smoke and alcohol along with mold and dust. Francis could have sworn that was blood smeared across the wall near the bed. Speaking of which, there was a leak in the ceiling and water was falling in small drops onto the bed. ”Had to pick the worst fucking room for me, didn’t you asshole..” She grumbled, despite knowing there wasn’t any reason to complain. Nothing could be done about her situation. In the morning she would start her search for somewhere to live, hopefully a nice apartment with a comfortable bed. Someplace clean, that she could eventually call home.

Digging through her bag, her fingers wrapped around a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in the front pocket and pulled them out. Discarding the red backpack on the ground, Francis made her way over to the door and kicked it open. Maybe if she left the door open for a while the place would air out and not smell like death. Slumping against the frame of the door, she slowly slid down and sat in the doorway. Pulling her legs under her she folded them Indian style, ignoring the prick of the short hairs that stood up from her goosebumps. A mental note was made that she needed to shave when she showered, doubting that it would be here. Who knew what kind of diseases and nasty shit awaited her in the bathroom.

With a heavy sigh, she lit up a cigarette and brought it to her lips, taking a long drag from it. She needed something to calm her nerves, which were still on edge. It would be hard, if not impossible, to sleep tonight. Was she even going to touch that bed in there? Whatever. This was nothing. She had been through worse and it was already dark, and the room was paid for. Quietly she watched outside, looking around the dimly lit up parking lot as if waiting for something to appear. If anything she was simply enjoying the sound of the rain as it thudded against the roof and the ground, a quiet music that was working at calming her nerves as well as the effects of the cigarette. Slowly her breathing calmed as she exhaled, blowing smoke through her pierced lips as she wondered what tomorrow would bring for her in this town.

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this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.