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Post by holly-lynn moore on Apr 1, 2009 0:31:36 GMT -5
It was time for Holly's next coffee break. And by next I mean fifth. The young blonde had been drinking coffee all day, but there was really nothing new about that. If she were to choose to live off one food for the rest of her life it would be coffee...even if it wasn't really a food. And I would strongly suggest not trying to tell her that it would kill her, because she'd just look at you like you were insane. Probably because she did pretty much live off coffee, unless people reminded her to eat. Coffee and any type of fruit flavored candy. Skittles were one of her favorites. If you ever needed a candy fix it was probably a safe bet to ask Holly, because she could usually hook you up in a heartbeat.
Slipping on a pair of her favorite shoes, she stepped out of her tour bus, greeting the sun for the third time that day. She had been all around town, really, doing an bunch of different things. But all the things had bored her quickly, and so in the end she went back to her tour bus to see if she could find any of her lovely band members to talk to! But they were all gone, and so she had spent the last hour sitting around, doing nothing. Which Holly hated to do. So it was probably more out of boredom than her need for caffeine, really, but either way she needed to get out. Again.
It was probably pretty sad, but Holly couldn't even drive. She was deathly afraid of it. And so she was stuck walking to her destination, which was starbucks. But it wasn't a far walk, certainly not for Holly who walked everywhere, and she loved walking! So she wouldn't have minded walking if it was hours away, as long as it gave her something to do, and in the end she ended up getting a delicious cup of some sort of caffeinated drink. Of course Holly was a lover of all sorts of caffeine, from black coffee to frapp's to purple amps, they were all her favorite.
When she finally did reach her destination about ten minutes later a smile appeared on her face. Well, more of a smile. She had already been smiling. She was, after all, Holly. Holly always smiled. She opened the door, thinking about how cute the little tinkle of the bell was, and looked around. It smelled so good! She often wished she could live there. It was like heaven! It had every type of yummy drink on earth! She marched up to the counter, still smiling. Of course march wasn't a very good word for the way the girl moved...bounced, or even skipped, was probably more appropriate.
Upon reaching the counter she spinned in a not so graceful way, and beamed at the person behind it. He appeared to be about middle aged, which was odd. Most people working there were a bit younger. "Can I have a caramel macchiato?" She asked, in her bright bubbly (and slightly annoying) voice that seemed to match her so well. "Those are one of my favorites! But I love all types of coffee, really."
The man just looked at her in a highly unamused way and said coming right up. Holly was guessing his lack of politeness was because he hated his job. But no matter what the reason for the douche bag behind the counter her drink appeared within moments, and she was throwing her money at the guy, almost forgetting her change until the last moment. Once her money was put away she skipped over to a table, and sat all by herself. She didn't really mind, though, because at least she was out of the house! Well...um...bus. But it would have been great to have someone to talk to.
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notes: epic suckage.
outfit; click
tags; haylee
lyrics; back on the chain gang - pretenders
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Post by Haylee' Samantha Samuels . on Apr 1, 2009 1:24:40 GMT -5
 She said, get your hands, off my star,
It's not your part, but all your fault .[/font]aylee stood in the middle of the tour bus. just standing there, not doing anything at all. well, that's what it would look like if someone was watching him. he had a blank expression on his face, no shirt on, a pair of black skinny jeans, and his hair a mess. anyone looking at him would think he was some wierdo that just escaped the insane asylum. when really, that wasn't the case. Haylee was thinking as he stood in the middle of the floor. most of the time, you would find that he couldn't keep himself still, having drummers fidget and all, but whistle he though, he stood still, right where he was, so that he'd be able to finish his thought clearly. what was on Haylee's mind was this. he couldn't remember where he had left his brand new pack of cigarettes that he had just bought earlier this mourning when he went out to get something to eat. no one else was in the tour bus, so there was no one to ask. i bet someone stole then, damn band mates, Haylee though to himself with a chuckle as he went to his drawer and pulled on a t-shirt. A[/size]fter getting himself toghther he grabbed a black hoodie and headed out the door. he was going to go to starbucks and order a vanilla latee. his favorite caffinated drink. he really had nothing better to do, so why not go get some caffine. with drum sticks in hand Haylee headed out the tour bus, banging on his imaginary drums and nodding his head to the music playing in his head. walking past his car he stood and looked at it for a moment, wondering should he drive or should he walk. upon standing there for a few more moments he continued his walk on foot. fresh air was great, and Haylee loved to be outside. something about not being in a closed space, and being able to scream run, jump, kick, was invigorating to him. being cramped in a car, where you have to pay attention to the road, keep atleast one hand on the wheel wasn't really appealing to him at the moment. Girls watched him as he walked, trying to figure out where they new him from. a few even noticed him and came up to him, asking for a artograph, telling him how cute he was. some comment from them were even creepy, like they wanted to have his babies. but Haylee just smiled. he never got cocky. no matter what his fan girls, and occasionally his fan boys would say. of course he was fuckin' goregous. with his piercing icy blue eyes, clear skin, and snake bites. he was a totall chick magnet, but still, he never got big headed. of course, Haylee had his share of girls, even if he was quiet, shy, and hyper at the same time. but then again. didn't every guy? Walking into the starbucks Haylee breathed deeply. the scent of coffee filling his lungs enthrawled him. he grined, even a few of his fans walked into the starbucks. he shrugged and walked to the counter," 'sup dude, Vanillia latee please ," Haylee said in his soft mesmerizing voice. the guy at the counter raised a eyebrow. Haylee raised his eyebrows and gave him the money. he stood off to the side as the guy made his drink. he leaned kinda on the counter, propping his foot up and drumming his drum sticks lightly on the chair infront of him. he just couldn't help it. the drums were his life, so why not play them anytime he wanted. even when he wasn't near any drums to be playing on. The guy handed his his drink and he went to sit down by the window. he didn't really notice the people around him, because he was stairing off into the distance, the sky was clear out today, cept for maybe a few white fluffy clouds that stuck around. birds were flying and people were out and about. he smiled, sipping his drink and putting his drum sticks down. he turned his head back to the inside of the shop. where the hell was everyone today? fuckin' dead? Words; 717 w/ coding . Lyrics; Black Cat ; Mayday Parade . Listening to Chelsea Smile ; Bring Me The Horizon . Outfit;this .Notes; pshh, this suck eggs .[/ul][/size][/blockquote][/sub] |
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Post by holly-lynn moore on Apr 1, 2009 2:09:39 GMT -5
Upon taking the first sip of her deliciously yummy drink Holly was pretty much in heaven. She felt that tingly feeling she always felt whenever she drank caffeine. It was great! It never got old. Caffeine always made it easier for her to just speak her mind, and be herself, or so she claimed. But in reality Holly always spoke her mind, and she was always herself...even if she didn't always show how she was feeling. Instead she liked to cover up whenever she was sad, or upset, usually with happiness...sometimes with anger. It all depended, really.
She sighed a little bit, then pasted her smile back on her face, taking a huge gulp of the drink. She wanted to down it all right then and there...but then she'd have to buy another one! Of course she probably would end up buying another one, and money wasn't a problem. Not only did her band make quite a bit of that, but her daddy sent her money every week. Sure, she was spoiled, but she was his only kid, and she was all by herself! Well, kind of. She had her band, and her friends, so she didn't feel like she was by herself. Her parents just did...and her over bearing brother Luke, who liked to act like he was ten years older than her, rather than five minutes younger.
Her brown eyes slowly scanned the shop. Why the fuck was it so empty? There was, like, no one. The place was usually full of people, even if it wasn't the loudest place on earth. Of course any place Holly was in was usually loud...but not if she didn't have anyone to talk to, god damn it! And Holly loved to talk! It was her second favorite thing to do, after singing. Her singing voice was so much different than her talking voice that it scared some people. While her talking voice was bright and bubbly, and sounded like something coming out of a five year olds mouth at times, her singing voice was...well, it was much different. Of course it was good, or else her band would have sucked, but it sounded nothing like she did when she spoke.
Finally, when she was beginning to lose faith in the one place on earth that had never let her down, she saw someone! "Oh, human!" She gasped. She jumped up without even thinking about it, and walked over to him. Why not talk to him? He didn't look too bad. Of course Holly wasn't thinking about how friendly he looked, she was thinking about finding someone to talk to. "Hi!" She said, smiling brightly, and taking a drink of her drink. She studied the person in front of her quickly...wasn't this guy in Simon's band? Oh, god, he was! She and Simon had dated, what seemed like forever ago. It had only been a week, and yet it had been her longest relationship ever. While she and Simon were usually fairly good friends they did get in fights...their latest happening because Simon decided it would be fun to call her a whore, and Holly decided to make a bet with him. A bet that she could keep a boyfriend for a whole month. Of course he didn't need to know that she was cheating...that she was just going to ask one of her friends to pretend to date her for a month.
"Can I sit down?" She asked, sitting down without even waiting for an answer. "I'm Holly." She added, taking another drink. Her drink would soon be gone, but she could always get a new one. No big deal.
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outfit; click
tags; haylee
lyrics; back on the chain gang - pretenders
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