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Post by emily diana hager on Apr 9, 2009 23:00:13 GMT -5
 Hate is a strong word
But I really, really, really don't like youEmily needed to get out. She was stuck in the tour bus all alone, pretending to be sick. Her band mates had attempted to drag her out, wanting to take her to a show. But she wasn't in the mood to go out. All she felt like doing was curling up into a ball and sleeping. Or being home with family, two things which just weren't very possible for her. And why was she so depressed? Because, five years ago, on this day...her mother passed away. Five years may seem long, but to Emily...it wasn't, not at all. At least, death wise it wasn't long. She had called her dad this morning, talked to him for about half an hour. Truth be told, her father and brother were coping a bit better than this. Sure, in the first year they had been sad...but now they had moved on. Her father even had a girlfriend! The thought made her sick. Emily hadn't met the girl yet...and she didn't want to.
Emily had just...been very close to her mother. And the death had hit her hard. And it was a long, drawn out death. Her mom had had cancer for about two years. Those two years were hell, before it finally claimed her on April 9, at 3:29am. Emily had been depressed for weeks after. Barely eating...skipping classes when she finally went back to school. It was horrible. Completely surreal. You hear all about cancer in the news and such...but you never think it will happen to someone you know. Emily used to think like that...well, she sure as hell didn't anymore. Anything could happen to anyone. In the blink of an eye.
But she really didn't need to be depressed right now. So instead of hanging around the bus for the rest of the night, moping, she decided to go to the pool. Emily loved the pool. At least...when other people weren't there. When others were there she felt as if she was being stared at. And Emily hated that feeling. At least at night, she was alone, and able to do as she pleased. And she liked doing what she pleased. Emily had never been the type of child to follow many rules. She was carefree...just like her mother had been. While her father and brother were more refined, and pretty much lived by the rules. Weird how the mother and daughter were the same...just as the father and son.
So Emily quickly gathered up her things, changed into one of the many bathing suits she had and exited the tour bus. She didn't bother leaving a note, or grabbing her keys. Yeah, her band mates cared about her...but they knew she'd be safe. But maybe she should have some protection considering someone had died not more than three days ago. Emily shivered at the thought and contemplated running back and grabbing...a knife or something. But she knew it would be useless to her, and she could probably do more damage kicking the person. And she was quite a fast runner...so hopefully she'd be okay.
Arriving at the pool, Emily quickly hopped over the fence, smiling to herself. Breaking in was kind of fun...not that'd she'd ever be a burglar. Placing her things on a chair, she quickly slipped off her sandals, slid out of her pants and pulled off her t shirt. Standing at the edge of the pool, Emily shook her hair out of it's ponytail and jumped into the deep end, enjoying the feeling of water around her, and sinking all the way to the bottom. She felt so...carefree! It was great.
Count: 637.
Tags: Charlie.
Lyrics: Hate (I Really Don't Like You)- Plain White T's.
Outfit: Click.
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Post by charlie brown on Apr 11, 2009 20:46:34 GMT -5
I’m skinny when I’m standing but I’m Buddha when I sit,
and if I’m truly so enlightened why’d I waste your time on it
_________________________ [/font][/size] How many times had he done this in his life? A lot was the answer. He'd been doing it pretty much since he was a teenager...and it was probably the most bad ass thing he'd ever do. He didn't drink, he didn't do drugs, the closest he ever got to being bad ass was when he had a cancer stick hanging out of the corner of his lips, and even then he was sure he probably looked like some fucking fifteen year old smoking in corners with his buddies, trying to look all bad ass while coughing on the smoke. Even though Charles hadn't coughed on cigarette smoke...ever.
He did feel pretty fucking bad ass as hopped the fence, even though he'd almost gotten stuck mid way up. Luckily there was no one around to see him...or so he hoped. Because that move had certainly not made him look bad ass.. Oh, since when had he cared so much what people thought of him? Other than Emily. Funny, as she seemed to think the worse of him. Just thinking about her made him want to find her and attack her with kisses...and punch her in the face at the same time. The mixed feelings he was feeling where making his stomach churn. Fucking women. Adjective, not verb.
Once he was safely on the ground he threw off his shirt, then started pulling down his pants. He'd never seen anyone else tehre, so he was safe. he was alone. And he wasn't really ashamed of his body. He wasn't fat or anything, why would he be? Sure, he may not have had a six pack, but he was kinda well built. Kinda. Noticing that his shoes were still on he laughed loudly, and kicked them off before jumping into the pool, screaming. Something he would have gotten yelled at during the day.
As he resurfaced he was grinning. And then he felt like someone else was there...that was odd. No one else was there, where they? But sure enough he glanced over and saw...oh god, he was Emily. He had half a mind to just leave. But decided to just ignore her.
count: 376
tags; emily
notes; EPIC FAIL. nada de muse.
outfit; use your...imagination ;D
lyrics; yellow cat / red cat - say anything
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Post by emily diana hager on Apr 11, 2009 22:30:28 GMT -5
Hate is a strong word
But I really, really, really don't like you Emily swam a few laps in the pool, enjoying the quietness around her. The swimming was really clearing her head from thoughts of her mom, thank god. Hopefully no one would catch her here. Emily was nearly one hundred percent sure no one else came her at night, and she'd never been caught before, but still...there was always this eerie feeling she had that someone might be watching her. Who that someone was, she had no idea. Maybe that CeCe chick who wrote about everyone on her blog? Hopefully not. Probably not. No person in their right mind would sit and watch her swim for a couple hours. While...maybe an old guy would. Hey, who knows, CeCe could be some old pervert for all she knew. But Emily really prayed she wasn't.
She resurfaced and took another breathe quickly and dove back under, swimming a few more laps. Emily had a rather surprising large lung capacity. Why was it surprising? Probably because she was rather tiny, at only five feet, four inches. Sure, she got teased about her height sometimes but she liked it. She was shorted than all the boys ninety nine percent of the time. And she could get a bit taller with some heels. Not so tall that she was then taller than the guys...but just tall enough. She was around five foot seven and a half when she donned her favourite pair of heels.
Emily floated lazily on her back for a couple minutes, staring at the stars above her. This world was beautiful...it really was. Until you realized how we were all slowly killing it with stupid fucking Global Warming. Emily wasn't contributing to that though. Oh now she wasn't. She was green...a green machine. The thought made her laugh out loud. Okay, so she was a green machine, but still...she tried to be green. Made her band mates recycle, throw out their garbage, save paper by making them write songs in pencil so it was able to be erased. Small things like that. Sure, it probably wouldn't save the world...but it definitely would help.
She dove back under, making not a splash and sank to the bottom of the pool. Emily did that sometimes. Yes...it was odd. But it allowed her to get away from the world, and think whatever she wanted to think. For a few minutes, it allowed her to create her own world. One where her mom was alive and well, cheering her on as Emily slowly became more and more famous. A world that was not ending because of Global Warming. A good world...a better world. But that world came crashing down as Emily resurfaced and saw the last person she wanted to see. Charlie. "What the fuck?" She said out loud, treading the water. "Are you fucking stalking me or something, Charles?" Emily said, climbing out of the pool quickly and wrapping a towel around her. He wasn't about to see her in a bathing suit.
Count: 514.
Tags: Charlie.
Lyrics: Hate (I Really Don't Like You)- Plain White T's.
Outfit: Click.
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