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Post by riley aces on Mar 30, 2009 12:03:04 GMT -5
 PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS BUT A DOLLAR FOR YOUR INSIGHT[/size] OR A FORTUNE FOR YOUR DISASTER[/color][/size] and i'm just a painter but i'm drawing a blank[/color][/size] ------------------------[/size] Riley had felt horrible all morning, like most days he had woken up with a killer headache, he had managed to pull himself out of bed just to throw up. He got dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans with a bright green studded belt and a tshirt that had a cartoon of Godzilla stomping on a bunch of crumbling buildings... it was one of Riley’s many ‘don’t ask’ shirts. But before he could get to his shoes, he threw up again... he then tied his black converse high tops onto his feet, fixing the bottoms of his jeans. He ran a comb through his tangled black hair drew on a bit of eyeliner around his pale blue eyes... but then, of course- threw up again.
Now that he was pretty sure he was done being sick, he tossed back the handful of pills he had to take everyday before pulling on a black hoodie with bright blue stitching... okay so it didn’t really match all that well, but he didn’t care at the moment. He knew he had to get something done today, and acting pitiful wasn’t going to help. He got out of the bus and took in a deep breath of the fresh air. He still didn’t feel real well... His head was still pounding making basically each step away from the bus feel like it sent a pules of pain through his skull. A hand reached up rubbing his temple as he steps slowed again. He hated mornings, and he was pretty convinced that because of him it wasn’t the members of Taller Than Tom’s favorite time of day either. Riley was pissy in the morning, he swore a lot, flipped people off a lot was just wants to most pleasant person to be around... but was it really his fault? Cancer was a bitch, it made everyday things so much more complicated.
Riley stopped kicking a rock that was in front of his shoe a few feet further down the lot filled with busses and vans. There was nothing to do, plus he wanted to get his mind off his pounding head... he let his pale eyes scan the few people who were out and about, he could easily have walked up to any one of the wandering people, but he was to shy... so he kept to himself just waiting for someone to notice him there.
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Post by denver bennet on Mar 30, 2009 13:02:37 GMT -5
  step from the road to the sea to the sky.[/color][/b][/i] and i do believe it we rely on. when i lay it on come get to play it on, all my life to sacrifice.[/font][/center]
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[/color][/font]his was boredom at it’s best. Denver had been bored before, many times - a flight over from Las Vegas had made down right certain of that. The flight to England and back had been worse though, as she wasn’t looking forward to going there. She hadn’t much been looking forward to the dreariness of going back, but at least she’d had something to look forward to. Home. Denver loved Las Vegas; she loved the beauty and the extravagance and the mystery that came with it. Her home had been in Mt. Charleston. She’d been born and raised there, a village tucked in the mountains, surprise at every corner. Being on tour was not too bad, but it didn’t have what Vegas had offered to her. Therefore Denver had little interest in much in where they were exactly right now, her only leash that she was going to go back there afterwards. In the meantime she was just going to have to put up with the fact that touring, whilst it was practically everyone’s dream to move there, simply was not Denver’s home in her heart. That sounded incredibly corny, but sometimes the cheesy sentences had a double meaning behind them, one that was true and honest. Denver snorted - since when did she ever value truth and honesty? Certainly not as much nowadays as she used to. And, of course, with good reason to not value them anymore. Still she respected honesty to the point where it was tolerable, and she never once hesitated when she lied. In fact Denver had something where she would constantly say what she was thinking. No strings attached. Lying only resulted in the truth coming out in a way you never intended it to. That was not something Denver found particularly appealing. Besides, touring could never really be home - you were constantly moving and never in one location for very long. The best thing was, however, that her dog Ringo had managed to come with her. His little puppy dog eyes had been too hard to resist taking. ----- f[/color][/font]riends were few and best friends certainly less common. It wasn’t the fact that she pushed people away, because in all honesty Denver never did - they pushed themselves away because they couldn’t deal with blatant honesty - just that she didn’t trust people as others did. She found fault with everything that happened because she always over analysed things that didn’t need to be. The truth behind it was that Denver just couldn’t trust people. It all came down to that, that and the fact that she was as stubborn as you can get and she never once hesitated to tell someone what she really thought of them. Sure that may be classed as a bit bitchy, if you like, but in all fairness, honesty is the best policy - was it not? So why shouldn’t she be able to be as honest as she wanted? There was no reason against it. She was also very impatient, and so waiting for something that was taking forever wasn’t something Denver found appealing, either. Still they did say that when you wait for things for a longer period of time, the more you come to appreciate them. How you could come to appreciate a letter from a friend she did not know. Well perhaps she did; a friend, is all. One from Las Vegas whom had been there for her since kindergarten, one who was not even the closest she could get to anyone. It seemed pointless, too. Maybe that’s why she stayed away from boyfriends, ever since… ever since something had happened that threw her off the rails, shall we say, and leave it at that. ----- c[/color][/font]learly the letter was not going to come. Denver drew in a very shallow breath, eyes narrowing at the door, before she made her slow and steady way to the bathroom. Launching her hair up in a high ponytail she turned on the shower and closed the bathroom door. After she was washed, cleaned and dressed, Denver left her hotel. Her parents were probably out doing what they did best - a psychologist and a doctor. Denver didn’t have a clue as to what she wanted to do when she was older, not that there was much time left now anyways, but truth be told right at this very moment she didn’t have to make that decision. Of course, naturally she really wanted to be a dancer, but in the unlikely case of her ever being able to do so right now, she was adamant on publishing a comic book of sorts. So keys, check. Cell, check. Anything else that she may or may not need, check. The fiery haired girl left the hotel with little thought as to where she was actually going to go. Still where was the fun in planning the day ahead? Might as well live a little, so to speak. Nothing was preordained, after all, and everything could change with just the drop of a hat. Speaking of hats, Denver’s mind absently wondered to the Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland. Or so she thought he was from there - what had her thinking of this child’s book? Most likely something she had drunk? Then again orange juice could not have provoked such thoughts. Denver shook her head. Sooner or later she was actually going to have to go see her mother, and it wasn’t about anything family related. ----- t[/color][/font]he lot, or otherwise the place where all the tour buses were, wasn’t a particularly inviting place. Then again, it was only temporary, and Denver indeed came here all the time. She was the guitar tech for one of the bands on tour, a position she had managed to rank from having done guitar lessons all throughout her high school; she wasn’t a bad player, either. However, her preferences stretched to Beatles music, and old songs, and with her limited old acoustic she couldn’t really do much. Speaking of, she had her acoustic slung over her back. No bag, simply the straps around her, like the ending of Juno where the main protagonist rides down to her friend’s house with her acoustic slung over her back. Why she was taking it, she had absolutely no idea. Upon coming down, she spotted a rather lonely looking person kicking rocks around about the buses and vans. “Hey…?” She called out absently. Now, Denver wasn’t one to randomly go up and start talking to people, but her lack of coherency had her thinking a little less straight. Ringo was still at her hotel - thankfully she had managed to convince the owner that he was one of the best trained dogs around. Fortunately that were true. “You don’t look so good… anything I can do to help?” Not that she knew much about the medical side of life, but the basic things were pretty much based on common sense. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ( STATUS )[/color] [/font] complete-o! ( RESERVED )[/color][/font] riley. ( WORDS )[/color][/font] 1200... Or near abouts. ( LYRICS )[/color][/font][/size] red hot chili peppers "snow". ( NOTES )[/color][/font] this was not recycled... or maybe some of it was... but not all of it! (: all mine. the beginning may seem a little dodgy, cos most of it is recycled since this is one of my favourite posts as denver, but i have hopefully editted out all the kinks. OUTFIT FTW - *CLICK*. [/blockquote][/font] |
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Post by riley aces on Mar 30, 2009 15:19:35 GMT -5
PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS BUT A DOLLAR FOR YOUR INSIGHT [/size] OR A FORTUNE FOR YOUR DISASTER[/color][/size] and i'm just a painter but i'm drawing a blank[/color][/size] ------------------------[/size] He kicked another rock watching as it skidded to a stop a few feet further in front of him. His thin hands slipped into his hoodie pockets. This is what happened when Riley was by himself, he started thinking. The doctors said he would be luck to make it to eighteen, and everyday, every minute that passed brought him closer to the day he wished never had to come. Over course everyone was gonna die at some point, it’s just knowing that your life will end so soon, what if he never gets to do the things he wished to. What if death finds him before love does, of course in his mind that was better, he didn’t want to make anyone said. He wanted to slip away, be put in the ground and remembered every so often - but he didn’t want anyone to cry, he didn’t want to hurt anyone when the time came that he just couldn’t hold on any longer. He knew Danny would be sad, and that alone with the uncertainty of death scared him.
‘Hey...?’ He voice caught him a bit off guard causing to glance up from the pavement rather quickly. His pale eyes rested on a girl. A girl with red hair, an acoustic guitar on her back, and a rather interesting look about her. ‘You don’t look so good… anything I can do to help?’ He shook his head no. Unless she has super-human cancer healing powers there wasn’t anything she could do... there wasn’t anything anyone could do. “Naw, I just didn’t get enough sleep...” He shrugged running his hand through his straight black hair with a sigh. It wasn’t like it was a lie, he hadn’t gotten enough sleep, although that wasn’t the reason for his current state.
He decided to attempt to start a conversation with the girl, why not? He was bored, she didn’t look like she was in a hurry to get anywhere. “I’m Riley...” He said but looked at the ground as he spoke. He was always a bit awkward around people. "I'm the merch kid for Taller Than Tom...my sisters band." Most people wondered why a kid was wandering around backstage with the bands. First off he corrected them, he wasn’t a kid, he was almost eighteen, and then he explained he was related to the drummer of Taller Than Tom. So he figured he may as well go ahead and tell the girl.
His eyes finally looked back up at the girl a little smile on his lips. He had to make an effort to stop thinking about the things he couldn't change, because he couldn't do anything about the tumor so what good was it to stress over? He did his best to push the thoughts away.
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Post by denver bennet on Mar 31, 2009 10:43:48 GMT -5
step from the road to the sea to the sky. [/color][/b][/i] and i do believe it we rely on. when i lay it on come get to play it on, all my life to sacrifice.[/font][/center]
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[/color][/font]onfidence had never really been a real problem for Denver. She’d been brought up with a loving and sociable family; why wouldn’t she be? Having been encouraged from an early age to talk to whoever was around, unless of course her parents didn’t know who they were—this obviously excluded talking to children at school—she didn’t have a problem just going up to people. Shyness wasn’t something Denver was particularly familiar with, although she did recognise it in other people and—occasionally—took this in to account whilst she was talking to someone who wasn’t the most talkative person in the entire world. When you were young, however, you spoke to anyone. You were just kids, chattering away at preschool or nursery, not really having a care in the world. In fact you probably didn’t have a care in the world, because you knew that your parents would look after you and you wouldn’t have to worry about getting yourself food, or making sure that you had enough to drink, or making sure that you were safely tucked up away in bed at night. So really, it depended on your upbringing… or perhaps your heredity. Whatever the case Denver had complete confidence in going up to people. She may not always want to, but it was just the sort of person that she was, always willing to talk to others who perhaps had no one else to talk to. If, however, she was in the mood to. Denver wasn’t a dishonest type of person either and very often spoke her mind, whatever the case. ----- d[/color][/font]enver didn’t have a huge collection of friends. However, that wasn’t something she was going to start complaining about. It wasn’t something, either, that she went around looking for. Why would she? She’d had her heart broken by someone whom she had trusted, and so that trust had been hard for anyone to rekindle. Fair enough people had their hearts broken everyday, but Denver just wasn’t like the rest of them. She’d truly believed in something, and different people accepted different things in a number of varying ways. At least she wasn’t sobbing; that had only lasted a day or so, and then… well, she hadn’t exactly moved on, but she had put him out of her mind. No way would she ever go near him again—intentionally. More than likely if they ever met again, she’d probably treat him how he’d treated her—not by going off and making out with some random stranger, but by ignoring him and being the better person. Because, if she did speak to him, all sorts of absurdities might come out of her lips, and that wasn’t really what she wanted to happen even if it was exactly what she wanted to say to him. Denver didn’t want to sink to his level in her attempt at getting back at him. Revenge was never the answer. ----- t[/color][/font]he boy, from what she could tell, looked pretty worn, like he hadn’t slept a decent night for ages. Underneath his eyes seemed to be thick black marks, which could be mistaken for panda eyes from smudged eyeliner—or guy liner, whatever it was actually called—but Denver knew it wasn’t. He physically looked drawn, too, and he looked as though he were ready to fall down somewhere. Perhaps Denver was simply imagining this, however, but it was all there for her eyes to see. Ah, point confirmed. Apparently he hadn’t gotten enough sleep. On the other hand, Denver could sense that perhaps he wasn’t being the most honest person in the world. Something there made her wonder whether he was being entirely truthful, or whether or not he was just avoiding telling her something. Not in the mood to push, Denver herself gave a half smile, and a half shrug. “If you say so.” She, herself had slept relatively well. “But I am pretty sure you cannot get drowned eyes from little to no sleep.” She said simply, pointing out the obvious. “But I shall just take your word for it.” And that was that—if he said he had not had very much sleep, then he had not had very much sleep. Denver really wasn’t in the right frame of mind to be pushing for honesty from someone that she barely knew. ----- r[/color][/font]iley as he called himself. Denver was pleased for the introduction, very much so, for now she had a name to match the face. At least he had made the first move in introductions, although if he hadn’t Denver probably would have introduced herself at some point, whether it had been after a while of watching him kick rocks and all that jazz. The smile was brilliant, however—at least she hadn’t intimidated him in any way, or made him feel awkward or whatever. Denver smiled back, and extended her hand. “I’m Denver—guitar tech for Keep it Caroline.”[/color] It was not a promising job, but it did her well. She wasn’t going to complain; there were people out there who would kill for the chance at being anywhere near anyone famous, so in a way Denver considered herself to be very lucky. “I plan on releasing a comic book though, whilst we’re all on tour. I’d like to be a dancer, but unfortunately that isn’t going to work as we keep shifting from city to city. What do you want to do once we get off this crazy whirlwind?”[/color] Denver questioned brightly. Her strangely optimistic mood may have startled the people back home but then again, she wasn’t back home, was she? Nope, and this Riley had no idea who she was or what she was like—it was like starting all over. There was no need to be all seclusive; he didn’t seem like the type who would question her past and not to mention he looked pretty worn down anyway. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ( STATUS )[/color] [/font] complete-o! ( RESERVED )[/color][/font] riley. ( WORDS )[/color][/font] 1118... Or near abouts. ( LYRICS )[/color][/font][/size] red hot chili peppers "snow". ( NOTES )[/color][/font] your post was awesome [: I have this horrible habit where I cannot write a small amount unless I am having a super bad day. OUTFIT FTW - *CLICK*. [/blockquote][/font] |
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Post by riley aces on Mar 31, 2009 13:15:40 GMT -5
PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS BUT A DOLLAR FOR YOUR INSIGHT [/size] OR A FORTUNE FOR YOUR DISASTER[/color][/size] and i'm just a painter but i'm drawing a blank[/color][/size] ------------------------[/size] No one ever asked questions. Everyone on tour were pulling all nighters just about every other night, they were a a group of partying, drinking, even a drug abusing bunch of people. Of course that didn’t include everyone on tour, just the majority. But not Riley, he was the one who went to bed early, covering his head with his pillow praying for one night of rest... but sadly, it never came. He’d be the pissed off teen in the morning complaining about his head, or the handfuls of pills he had to take. But if he complained enough, and no one made him take his pills he’d have seizure after seizure. But yet as the day progressed, and his symptoms lessened he was rather cheery. Some would say way to happy for his condition.
‘If you say so.’ Her voice didn’t sound completely convinced, his eyes shot back to the scuffed toes of his old converse. He wasn’t a fan of lying to people, even though he did it all the time. Did you eat today? yes. How are you feeling? good. Did you take all your pills? yes. He was pretty good at putting on a happy face when he could hardly pull himself out of bed. ‘But I am pretty sure you cannot get drowned eyes from little to no sleep.’ her voice continued. ‘But I shall just take your word for it.’ He glanced up at the girl. “I’m tired... that’s all...” this time he spoke a bit quieter. He knew that him basically repeating what he had said before only in different words wasn’t going to convince the girl. Maybe he was trying to convince himself that it wasn’t that bad, that she couldn’t see him wearing thin, that he could still push it all back far enough that no one else could see.
Denver, it was a different name, but she looked like a very different girl, so it fit. She was a guitar tech, interesting. He took her palm into his thin hand, shaking it rather pathetically. He felt like all the energy had been sucked out of him over night. Instead of waking up refreshed and ready to start the day, all he wanted to do was crawl back into his bunk pull the covers over his head and hide there. But, unfortunately he couldn’t do that. He had to push though the painful mornings.
‘I plan on releasing a comic book though, whilst we’re all on tour. I’d like to be a dancer, but unfortunately that isn’t going to work as we keep shifting from city to city. What do you want to do once we get off this crazy whirlwind?’ He shrugged ever so slightly. “I’m... I’m not really worried about that yet.” He bit his lip for a second trying not to let his gaze fall back to his shoes. She had asked a normal question, but he honestly didn’t know how to answer it. It won’t matter, I’ll be dead before finishing school? No, most definitely not, he wasn’t going to tell her that. “You know, taking things one day at a time...” That’s all he could do. He couldn’t think of anything to say, he never really started conversations he didn’t really know what to say to Denver.
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