( a fool's dream in the lions den- ransom

[azomei]

DEPRIVE MY SLEEP CAUSE THERES NO LOVE LIKE APATHY
t h e b e l l t h a t t o l l s r i n g s l o u d e n o u g h t h a t i t s h o u l d h a v e w o k e u s u p
I'M TRYING TO FIND TRUTH IN WORDS

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IT was impossible for Charlotte to be this exhausted. She sat carelessly in at her styling station backstage of everything about to pass out cold. There was a muffling sound of music and talking in the other rooms, which means that there was about to be an after party. Charlotte's job was done: she made her band mates wonderfully gorgeous and touched them up and now there was an after party of some sort. Or so it seemed. Charlotte felt sleep deprived, after two nights of constant dancing and partying. Before the tour, Charlotte partied just has hard as she is now. At home she would go to night clubs and stay out until four in the morning and come home and sleep for an hour and then do the same thing every single night. This would go on for about a week or too, and then Charlotte would be wiped out and have to take a break. But tonight, she needed to go to bed early. This was her break. Her eyes were heavy and as she sat in her chair she started to become cross eyed. She really hoped that no one would bother her tonight. Knowing Charlotte, she has a terribly short temper, and she can snap so fast it was like a flash of lightning about to strike at you.

SO, it would be best if people stayed away from this loose cannon tonight. When Charlotte was tired, damn she got really crabby. And her mouth will say the meanest things. She had this bad habit of saying mean comments, but she never cared about other people's feelings. All that matter was her, and only her. She was a princess, duh. Charlotte yawned and decided to go back to the bus to take a quick nap, or just maybe pass the fuck out. She got out of her chair, and stretched her arms out, yawning once more. Smoothing out her expensive, white cotton dress, Charlotte slipped on her heels, grabbed her Gucci purse, and was on her way. Her heels echoed and clicked behind her as she walked. Charlotte didn't even bother to keep her posture. Usually Charlotte always held her head high when she walked, but the lack of sleep was keeping her up straight. But then all of the sudden Charlotte found herself falling onto the pavement. It was funny, because Charlotte was brought up will grace, and she never tripped over her feet. It was then that she realized that her heel broke. Cursing loudly to herself, Charlotte took off her heel and got herself off the pavement. It really must be from the lack of sleep.

IT looked a bit awkward for Charlotte to be walking with only one heel on. And she was holding her other heel in her hand, angry and still cursing. She had a feeling that this night was going to get worse, and Charlotte was going to get more bad luck. Now that she was in a terrible mood, Charlotte needed something to calm her angered nerves down. Entering the parking lot, Charlotte digged through her bag and found her pack of cigarettes. It was a rare occasion to see Charlotte ever smoking. A pack of cancer sticks were usually her back up stress reliever. Charlotte liked to keep herself healthy, so she didn't do drugs or drink or smoke (usually). Lighting up her smoke, she same lazily on the curb of the parking lot. She decided to smoke her cigarette, and trudge back to the bus and pass out. Exhaustion was taking a toll on this rose.

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word count: 599
tags: ransom
notes: this kind of sucks, sorry
clothing:here
lyrics:the format- i'm ready, i am

[RANSOM IRIS CARTER]

it had been awhile since ransom had just wandered around the tour, and today, every plan she had had cancelled on her, and she was left to sit around, or to go exploring. exploring sounded significantly more fun than sitting around, because when she left, there hadn't been anyone awake. if there had been, she probably would've considered just staying back at the bus for the day, but she couldn't just lay in bed any more, it brought back too many memories, and she sure as hell didn't want to hang around for a few hours on the couch until some one woke up. that was almost as unsatisfactory as laying in her bed would have been. so instead of sitting around, she had decided to go out of the building. she had taken all the necessary steps to be ready and able to go out, not that there were many. her mind traced over her routine that morning as she sat out in the sun, thinking to herself about everything that she had done that morning before leaving.

the brunette wandered over to her small suitcase, opening it with a frown. of course she didn't get closet space, not many people did and she was only the manager. she dug around in the little black carrying case, she didn't really want to be so extremely covered up that she was drowning in her own clothes. that was the way she normally dressed in order to scare men away from her. she didn't want to have sex with them, that much nobody seemed to under stand. all she wanted was to be left alone so she could do her job. that was half the reason she hadn't really wanted to improve her singing back in the days that the little band had been forming. taking the job as the manager seemed so much easier, because she wouldn't have to meet fans. no, she just wanted to look.. normal today. her hands moved over an old dress.. it would be medium tight, which was something nobody on tour was really used to from her. not even herself or her friends.

she pulled it up and out of her suitcase, running her free hand through her hair as she searched for a bra and some underwear. luckily enough for her, they matched well. she plopped down onto her bed, pulling her sweats and old panties off, quickly replacing them with the new ones, then stripped her shirt off, pulling her bra on expertly. blue orbs skimmed over the dress, giving an approving nod of her head, pulling it over her head. the pink lace wasn't even slightly visible through the light fabric of her dress, but she didn't mind, she liked it better that way. after stretching her legs, she stood up slowly, looking around in her suitcase again. it was warm outside, but for one day of this tour, she wanted to cover her body better than she should've. quietly pulling out a pair of grey leggings, she smirked to herself. her hands tugged the thigh high leggings up her legs quickly, letting them sit just below her butt. she looked down at her feet.

without another thought, she slipped into the shoes and walked into the bathroom. quickly, the girl picked up her foundation, dabbing some of it in the right places and watching as it blended into her skin, then took her cover up in her hands, swirling a little makeup brush around, letting the powder sprinkle all over her face, working it into her skin. her skin looked flawless now, but her eyes looked dull and uncolorful, which was never okay to her. her stick eyeliner was in her hands within seconds, laying a thin layer of black against her bottom eye lashes, she blinked in the mirror for a second, closing her eyeliner and picking up her mascara. she let the black liquid elongate her lashes, blinking again before putting red lip stick cover her lips. she let a little teal bow pin her hair back quietly. her heart thumped in her chest as she stared at herself in the mirror. with all this fuss about this mystery guy that was supposedly out looking to take women off the tour, she had ever right to be scared, but she brushed it off her shoulder.

this was one of her better days, she looked good. she looked the way she wanted to and with another nod into the mirror and an unsure falter of her lips, she went back out to her suitcase, putting her pajamas back in, zipping her suitcase up. ransom walked out the door with a smile, looking out at the sun and at the other buses. it was nice, being here. she wasn't sure what exactly she was going to do, but whatever she had chosen, it didn't last long. she looked around and wandered the tents and everything for maybe half an hour to an hour before sighing and turning around and starting back to the bus. her feet brushed against the ground as she sighed to herself, running a hand through her hair. was today really going to be completely unproductive? the thought had just crossed her mind when she thought she heard someone say something, biting her lip, she looked around for whomever had said it. she only saw charlotte. the girl was mean looking, always. she didn't think she had ever seen the girl smile, so when she thought she was talking to her, her heart sped up. what was she going to say to her? "d-did you say something?" her voice stumbled slightly, she didn't care.

words; 964
tag; david
wearing; she's wearing this, yo.
notes; this sucks. i'm sorry.[/blockquote][/size][/font]