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Post by calista madison hart on Apr 2, 2009 13:02:52 GMT -5
Today Calista had a rehearsal with the band she was in, Pillows Kill Babies, and she was not exactly in a hurry she was just to lazy to leave where she was at and get food elsewhere and she was hungry. A small blonde haired girls stomach growled and she groaned as her hand quickly moved over her stomach she had to find something to eat or else she was going to starve to death, and no one wanted that.
A blonde haired girl all decked out in black and jewerly made her way through the crowd. Her straight blonde hair was worn down today and the dragon on her hair showed as clear as day. I guess you could say she liked to be unique in that way, she had never seen a person with a dragon died into their hair so she had it done. She wore a black tank top with black shorts and some black converse. Now for her jewerly, you will always see her wearing her jewerly and it will always vary. Today Calista sported two thin gold chains around her neck as well as a gold choker. In the center of the choker necklace was a flower and it looked like the color was amber a deep rich dark gold of some sort. She had a black lip piercing in her lip that she liked to play with when she would get board or found nothing else to do. So during conversations do not be surprised if you see it slip out and then slip back in. Now for the girls eyes, they were a very pale looking green which she liked and in order to bring it out she lined her eyes with a black eyeliner pencil.
Cali fixed her blank tank top as she stood in line. She peeked her head to the left and the right, “god how long does this take?” she said with a roll of her eyes. Does mess with her when she is hungry she’ll chew you up and spit you back out and come back for seconds. Finally a few minutes past and she was in the front of the line “a hot dog please.” she said being polite, for once in her life. man she hated those concession stands, so few choices, and a hot dog was he best one. But, none the less the person behind the counter nodded and Cali pulled out her money and handed it to him and in seconds she had her hot dog in her hand and she took a bite. She walked away from the line and stood somewhere and she pulled out her phone, she had a while before her rehearsal was to take place what was she to do until then? She took another small bite, hopefully someone will wander her way and she will have her company.
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tagged: charlie !
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Post by charlie brown on Apr 2, 2009 13:47:12 GMT -5
Let's Dress Up Like Dreams!
___________________________ Everything was going smoothly with practice. Not that it was his practice, exactly, he wasn't in the band. He just worked for them. Putting their drums together, and all that jazz. Having to repair drum heads. It was dull work, really, as he was hardly ever needed. Well, not at practices. At shows he had to do a lot more, but it wasn't a show. It was just a fucking rehearsal. And he was hungry. He hadn't had breakfast, and everything was going smoothly, so he figured the band wouldn't care too much if he ducked out for a moment. So without even notifying anyone he walked away, running a hand through his slightly messy hair. He'd hardly taken any time getting ready that morning. He had woken up late, which meant he pretty much only had time to throw on a shirt. He was still wearing his pajama bottoms...he was hoping no one would notice.
Rubbing his nose he looked around, while walking towards where he knew he could find some food. A hot dog or something. A sigh escaped his lips, he hoped nothing happened at practice. He would probably lose his job. Emily hated him anyway, she would love a reason to fire his ass, he was sure of it. All because of a stupid your mom joke. He really needed to stop with those, but they were so damn addictive! And so many fun occasions to use them! Just...not when you were talking to someone who's mom apparently died of cancer...but he hadn't known that at the time, god damn it! It wasn't his fault.
The young man started walking towards a spotted hog dog stand, as he reached into his pocket for some money, pulling out a couple tens. That was all he had brought with him, as if he had brought more he would have wound up spending all his money on stupid shit...like t-shirts, and food, as that was all you could really find to buy around the place. Once he reached his destination he sighed a little bit. There was a line. A small line, but one nonetheless. Actually, there was only one person ahead of him. A blonde. It took him a few seconds to make the connection, but when he did a wide smile appeared on his slightly weary face.
He watched her walking away, and decided that after he got his hot dog he'd go talk to her. She was a pretty good friend of his. A little wild, maybe, but a good friend nonetheless. Most people on tour were wild. Well, not wild, but they liked to drink and party, and who could blame them, really? They were musicians, it was only normal. But Charlie could never be like that...maybe that was why he was a techie instead of a musician.
"I'd like a hot dog, please." He said, to the person behind the counter, a smile on his face, still. Once he got his hot dog he took a bite and walked over to his friend. "Hey there." He said, after swallowing.
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outfit; click
lyrics; dress up like dreams - backseat goodbye
tags; calista
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Post by calista madison hart on Apr 2, 2009 16:00:52 GMT -5
Calista had not noticed the boy behind her in line. If she had she would have been in a better mood already. Something about her when she saw the few good friends she had it just made her day. When you were as blunt and hard to get along with as she was you would be happy to knowing that you just had a friend right behind you. It had always been hard for cali making friends. She was blunt, emotionless to the point of uncaring, and she can be a bit bitchy at times or most of the time. But, once you befriended her and she takes a liking to you then my friend you have made a friend for life. Cali is a very loyal friend sticking up for them and standing by them its just many people do not see that small caring side of her it was a real shame sometimes. But, at the same time she did not care.
As she had her hot dog she took bites from it every once in a while, she would need something to drink after this. So it looks like she would have to get soda or water or something else. Cali was leaning up against something, passing time minding her own business, if things kept going like this she would surely die of boredum. Cali was not the type of girl that liked to stay in one place for a long time unless she had company but as of now she saw no one she knew. A small sigh made its way out of the girls light pink plush lips. The girl raised an eyebrow as she examined the line at the concession stand, she saw a familiar looking boy come out of the line and walk over to her. As he came closer the figured had become more defined and she could tell who it was. It was one of her Good friends Charlie.
Charlie was a good friend of hers, and she was honestly glad that she had met him, although looking back on it, it was actualy really emberrassing on her part. Calista being the typical rockstar she is likes to drink and party. She does not know when to stop, it has to come from her stubborn personality, when she goes out to clubs she always over does the drinking bit and gets drunk but she somehow mangaes to stumble around places acting dumb. Well that one night was no different, she was stumbling around, she was in bad shape and who did she happen to run into, Charlie. She ran into Charlie and i guess he helped her out a bit, and since then they just got along fairly well. Cali also finds him rather amusing, his tough guy act she has taken a liking to it and she often finds herself teasing him, she can not help it. But, then again isnt that what friends do, mess around with eachother and all that.
”Hey there.” Calista looked at him as a small smile made it’s way onto her lips. “Hello.” she said plainly “what are you doing here? aren’t you supposed to be doing some tech stuff?” she said looking at him, That was her way of saying Hey, whats up? She acted almost ungreatful that he was here, but really she was he just came and saved her from her boredum, it was just the way she acted, she could not really help it as much as she tried and people wanted.
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tagged: charlie !
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Post by charlie brown on Apr 2, 2009 17:26:33 GMT -5
Let's Dress Up Like Dreams!
___________________________ Her greeting didn't surprise Charlie, no, not in the least. They were fairly good friends, if he did say so himself. He knew her pretty well. Even if their first meeting had been a bit odd...well, not that odd on Charlie's part. He was always finding people completely smashed, and trying to help them out. He was good for that. What was odd was that they stayed friends after that. It was like she had kind of worked her way into his heart that night, and stayed there. I a purely friendly way, of course, even if Charlie had to admit she was simply gorgeous. And maybe he flirted with her a little bit, but just a little bit. But he knew that the two of them being more than friends would just be an odd concept, probably for both of them. She was like...a step sister to him. Not quite blood related, and maybe you flirt a bit, but you know nothing can come out of it, and you don't really care. Not that many people flirted with their step sisters, but still...that was how he thought of it.
"Well, aren't you just buckets of sunshine and rainbows." He teased, poking her on the arm. He knew that was pretty much her being nice. He also knew that she was pretty damn happy that he was there, because of the small smile that was on her lips. It was small, but it was there, and that was what counted. Plus he had been so bored before that even if she told him to fuck off he probably wouldn't. He'd probably just stay and keep talking to her. He was annoying in that way. "If you must know, the band did not need me, and I decided to take a break, oh princess of blunt." He grinned at her, then moved so he could stand beside her and lean onto what she was leaning on, before taking a bite of the hot dog. Hot dogs from concession stands were always the best, even if they weren't the most healthy thing on earth. So while he wouldn't exactly live off them for the rest of his life they were pretty much his main meal when he was around the concession stands. But hey, when you were on tour there was always too much to do to eat healthy. He only had to thank god for his fast matabalism.
"What about you, shouldn't you be doing music stuff?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and turning his head to get a better look at her.
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notes; this fails. >.> low muse, sorry.
outfit; click
lyrics; dress up like dreams - backseat goodbye
tags; calista
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Post by calista madison hart on Apr 2, 2009 21:18:26 GMT -5
Charlie was used to Calista acting like this and replying to him like that. Cali looked at him as he complemented at how nice and happy she was acting. Cali looked at where he poked her arm. She tried to slap his hand away as he poked her “dont poke me.” she said as she hit his shoulder. She was just happy that he put up with her, and that they became friends after that embaressing meeting. “you know Charlie i am always this fuckin’ happy.” she said as a little sirk spread across her face “although if you want me to be anyore happier i think i can do it, only for you though.” she said pulling that famous line. Though he was pretty lucky that he ran into her on one of her good days. If he just so happened to run into her on one of her bad days he would be in for a ’get the fuck away from me.’ although she highly doubted with harsh comment like that he probably would not leave anyways. Charlie was just one of those persistant guys that stayed, some would say it is annoying and it was but he was not like that today so she was cool with it. Cali looked at the boy and waited till he answered her question.
Calista nodded her head slowly as he understood why he was not doing any of his drum tech business. “I see, they didn’t need you, now i would take that as an insult.” she said with a small nod of her head. “Although i see that their loss is my gain.” she said with another nod. The small smile on her face had faded, but it had been there, and if it had been there that was a good sign. Calista looked over at him as he moved over so he stood next to her. Calista took another bite of her hot dog. Calista was not really a fan of concession stands, it was not the food. The food was actually fairly good enough to where she could put up to it and buy from it. The thing she hated about concession stands is the fact that there was so little choices. But she could live.
At his next question Calista rose her eyebrows and let out a small sigh in thought. “well for your information, i dont have any music stuff planned now because our rehersal is later.” she said looking over at him. Calista had a rehersal later on so it left her enough time to eat and chill out, So she was in no rush at all.
status: complete !
tagged: charlie !
notes: it was not bad at all.
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Post by charlie brown on Apr 4, 2009 22:34:58 GMT -5
Let's Dress Up Like Dreams!
___________________________ When he had poked her he'd known that that wouldn't take it so kindly...but no one really liked being poked, did they? So as she slapped for his hand he quickly moved it out of the way...even if he didn't have the best reflexes he had been expecting it, so she didn't even touch him. Not that she would have hurt him anyway, he didn't think. Even if he wasn't the manliest man ever he still doubted her slap had been that hard at all. "Sorry, sorry." He said, a grin on his face, although he wasn't sorry in the least. "Nah, you can be as happy or as unhappy as you want. I'll still love youu." Even though he dragged the last part out like a small child it was true. Charles had never been one to dislike people because they weren't happy all the fucking time. He sure as hell knew he wasn't. And of course when he said he loved her he meant it in a friendly way. He wasn't one to throw words like that around unless he meant them, and he only meant that about Cali in a friendly way.
"I'm not gonna take it as an insult. They didn't exactly tell me to leave...I just kinda did. I don't think they've even noticed, though." He sighed a bit, and looked down at her cell phone. Nope, no one had called, and no texts. Although part of him was hoping that Emily would call him, even if it was just to yell at him and ask where the fuck he was. That was the bad thing about his infatuation with a girl who seemed to hate his guts...the only time they really talked was when he was getting yelled at. "Although it probably is their loss...with my good luck I can totally see them breaking a fucking drum head, and needing me to get them a new one, and take the other one to get fixed up." That was true. He hadn't been having the best luck lately. "But you can definitely take it as your gain. I'm sure we both know by now just how much you treasure my company." He was just teasing her, as usual. Not in a cruel way, of course, he was really a sweet guy when he wanted to be. His teasing was usually just joking around.
"Right, right, of course not. So for now you're all mine. Which is good, as I'm bored as hell, and I need you to use your magical powers and entertain me." That part, at least, was true. He was bored as hell, and although he highly doubted she had any magical powers it was worth a try.
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outfit; click
lyrics; dress up like dreams - backseat goodbye
tags; calista
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