charlotte -- `i never knew bout the little things!

[BLY BASTIAN HOLLIS]

It'd been a slow morning; Bly had awoken to a bus full of sleeping band and crew members. So he'd taken the time to sit in his bed, popping open the tiny window nearby and smoked a bowl or two to himself. Something he rarely did because he was generally sharing with someone or another. Instead he was able to lay comfortably in his tiny bed, enjoy the sensation of getting high like his parents had always taught him; sit and live in the moment. Let the feelings wash over. Once he'd had his fill Bly stashed away his things and climbed out of bed. Noting that Charlotte wasn't in her bed; odd, she was always one of the last ones up or yelling at everyone for being lazy.

Scratching the nape of his neck and walking through the bus in boxers and a pair of stewie griffin pj pants, Bly thought about playing pranks on each sleeping person he passed. But every time he remembered that karma was unpleasant when redirected at ones self. Entering the kitchenette area Bly reached into a cupboard and immediately found his frosted mini-wheats; his name written all over the box in permanent marker. Everyone in that bus had long since learned to absolutely cover their shit if they didn't want it shared among band members. Pouring himself a hefty bowl of cereal he plopped on the couch and flipped on the television. Knowing full well the sound would slowly bring others out to join him. Until then Bly was going to enjoy himself and the cereal he had.

And wouldn't you know it? DVR was still working and he was able to find himself a hysterical Family Guy episode. In case it wasn't guessed the show was one of his favorites. Hence the merchandise he wore. It was only just then that he heard the shower going, well that must be where Charlotte was at the moment. Preening herself for another day. Course, he figured she couldn't really call herself a stylist if she didn't do herself up each and every day. Just like band members couldn't say they were in a band if they didn't know huge amounts about music and the bands and everything else pertaining to whatever they listened to. You just ... had to be one with what you did he supposed.

Soon, all too soon, the show was over and Bly's cereal was finished. The caused him to groan before he walked towards the kitchenette once more; today on the 'chore chart' that the band had agreed to, it was his turn for dishes. Whining to himself Bly filled the sink with their Green Soap, safe for the environment, and began piling stinky dishes inside. It was a gruesome job when you lived with a bunch of people who truly hated that chore just as much as he did. About the point that he completed the dishes he heard the bathroom door open. I hope you left some hot water. He said in a teasing tone though he was definitely serious. Cold showers were a thing of his past when his parents had gone on a kick against heating their water; never again.

WORD COUNT; five hundred and fifty five
TAG; Charlotte
MUSIC; The Little Things - Danny Elfman [Wanted Soundtrack]
NOTES; Sorry it's an awful starter!

[azomei]

THROUGHOUT THE BRIGHTEST CITY I KNOW
t h e r e s n o t h i n g s o d a m n p r e t t y a s t h i s g i r l w h o g a v e h e r h e a r t t o t h e w o r l d
WE COULD FLY TO THE MOON

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MORNINGS were always hard for Charlotte. The fact that she had to wake up made her want to stay in bed all day. She never liked to be woken up by anyone else, and Charlotte defiantly didn't like it when people forced her up. Fortunatly for today, Charlotte got herself to trugde out of bed. It didn't seem like anyone else was up yet, which was very odd. Charlotte was known to be one of the last people up on the bus, or she would be yelling at everyone for sleeping and snoreing. But quite honestly, Charlotte didn't want to talk to anyone. She hated being looked at in the morning. Mostly because she looked terrible. Charlotte was always pretty yes, but when she wakes up, her hair is a mess, eyes half open, and messy make up from last night. So she tried to avoid as much human contact as possible before she got to showering. Then, her beauty is refreshed, and she can go through her day looking as fabulous as always. After she showered, Charlotte will probably wake everyone else up to tell them to make the princess breakfast. One of these days she needed to repay them, but that day isn't very soon. Maybe she will make breakfast for everyone on the bus. There was one problem with that plan though: Charlotte can't cook. She was raised rich, she didn't need to cook for herself, she had someone else do it for her. The only thing that she could cook was probably a peice of toast, even then Charlotte could fuck it up and burn it. Either way, Charlotte will probably too lazy to attempt to be nice and cook for anyone, so no, that day most likely will not come.

CHARLOTTE grabbed her brush nearby and sat on her bunk and brushed out her pink messy hair. She shook out her locks and stood up and decided to take a nice warm shower before everyone woke up. Charlotte didn't feel like fighting over the shower anyway, good thing that she woke up first. Charlotte slowly made her way over to the cramped bathroom and shut the door quietly, making sure that no one on the bus would be disturbed. Looking at herself in the mirror, she yawned. Man, did she look a mess. It looked as though Charlotte had become a herione addict over night. She sighed heavily and washed the make up from the night before off her face. Charlotte was proud of her natural beauty, she was defiantly not afriad to go out in public without make up. Charlotte brushed her teeth and brushed her hair out again before turning on the water to take a shower. Morning showers were her favorite, because it was like washing out the sins from the night before. Letting the hot water run down her was very soothing and it relaxed her very tense muscles. Feeling clean was the best feeling to her. Charlotte didn't understand how some of the boys could go for days without showering to the point where Charlotte begged them to clean themselves. But then again, Charlotte was one of the most girliest girls on the tour, of course she'll be grossed out.

DRYING her hair with a towel, Charlotte brushed out her wet hair once more, and opened the bathroom door to let the steam out and quickly shut the door. Charlotte was startled by what sounded like Bly's voice, and she rolled her eyes. Oh what a typical comment. Charlotte adjusted the towel wrapped around her chest and walked into the kitchen. "I think I left enough hot water for about five minutes" Charlotte said matter of factly. She turned around and started to go back to her bunk to get dressed. "Make me a bowl of cereal, will you?" she said to Bly as she reached her bunk. Charlotte put on the Viola Lion band tee and lazily put on some comfortable shorts. It was the morning, and Charlotte never felt obliged to look incredibly pretty all the time for the boys she worked for, so casual wear was acceptable. When she was dressed Charlotte tossed her towel in the bathroom, knowing someone will pick it up later, and strolled into the kitchen where Bly was, and she sat down, ruffling her wet pink hair.

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tags: bly
notes: urggh not the best
clothing: N/A
lyrics: madeline- the right coast

[BLY BASTIAN HOLLIS]

With the dishes clean and the knowledge that there was hardly an hot water left, meaning he'd have to wait an hour, Bly poured himself a hardy bowl of cereal once more, his high still intact, and made his way towards the couch. He'd get on the laundry later after his shower; that made perfect sense, wash his pj's as well. Upon hearing the words coming from Char's mouth about making her cereal Bly simply rolled his eyes. As if he was going to make anything for her, she was the stylist and he was the singer. He was the last person on the bus who was going to cater to this girl's whims whatsoever. The day I serve you is the day Satan's lair freezes over. Bly replied, digging into his food and flipping on another Family Guy episode.

Another half hour passed, Char was walking about the bus doing whatever it was she did, and Bly washed his bowl satisfied with his munchies for now. If he ate too much his high would lessen and he'd be more apt to bite his stylist's head off than talk kindly to her, even if he was just joking around. Do you know what our color theme is for our next show? He asked Charlotte while he dragged his laundry hamper out from the corner of the back of the bus; time to sort the shit so it was ready for him. Scratching the top of his head Bly picked out his outfit for the day, set it aside with his towels and then shoved the cloth hamper onto his bunk before heading into the rather small shower.

It'd been about an hour, the water had to be back. If nothing else, that was what bugged him about their pink haired bus mate. She just, didn't have a regard for anyone else, especially when it came to showering or grooming; even though she had to take care of them. Half the time the girl wondered why they never showered, it was to get at her as a joke. I better get at least twenty minutes out of this. He yelled out the door to Charlotte before shutting the door and turning on the water. Stepping in quickly he allowed the hot water to work his muscles, wash his body, fill the bathroom with Axe body wash and shaved any sporadic stubble or anything pertaining to it. Once satisfied that he was clean and such Bly exited the shower, toweled off and wrapped the towel around his waist before exiting the bathroom. Screw trying to dress in that tiny space; which he said everytime he took a shower because Bly always took his clothes in there with him and then remembered that.

Dressing towards the back so he didn't scare the shit out of anyone who might be awake now, Bly finally felt clean and ready for the day. Tossing his towel into his little hamper as well Bly snagged his stash and pipe and plopped on the couch once more. Glancing at Char while he did so, God everyone was sleeping late today. What are your plans today? He asked, loading a small bowl into his pipe.

WORD COUNT; five hundred & sixty seven
TAG; Char
MUSIC; What It's Like - Everlast
NOTES; Sorry it's a crap post! )=