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Post by cecilia on Apr 8, 2010 23:03:44 GMT -5
Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year.
--------------------------------[/size] Cecilia had had a rough night. Why? Well she doesn't exactly remember why. She wasn't so sure of anything except that her head hurt and light was fucking bitch and deserved to die. Cecilia had woken up on the couch in her bus, with an empty bottle of Jack. Cecilia needed coffee, or tea, or something to help her keep her eyes open. She had already had about four glasses of water today to help with the headache. She had managed to get out of bed and make herself look half decent. Her hair was pretty good considering and her eye liner, while a little smudgy was still good. It was hell putting on.
Cecilia walked out of her bus muttering several curse words at the sun. "Doesn't spring mean rain, and clouds" she said under her breath. She started down the street keeping her head down away from the light. She hasn't been this hungover since grade school. Cecilia was getting a few strange looks on the street and wasn't sure why, until she looked down. She hadn't changed since last night. She was wearing an overly short blue skirt with a white tank top. Her shoes were black boots that went up her knees. Cecilia wasn't dressed like the type of person who would be out on the streets on ten in the morning. Well unless they were passed out outside a club.
The looks never bothered her, Cecilia liked attention. She's in a band. After walking around for awhile she finally found a little cafe. Cecilia walked in and was pretty glad to see it was empty, she got a tea and was feeling insanely sick, and decided to sit down. That and the dark lighting in the cafe made her head feel better. She sipped her tea and ignored the judging stares from the woman behind the counter who looked like she lived in a trailer and hadn't showered in six months.
word counts: 334
tags: duncan
notes: it's short. sorry
lyrics: weightless - all time low
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Post by DUNCAN EVERETT JAMES on Apr 15, 2010 23:01:06 GMT -5
 
There’s nothing extraordinary about how Duncan James spends his days, they literally follow the same routine: perform, get fucked up with David, party at night and hook up. The day before now went like this: perform, get fucked up, and then pass out until the next day at ten AM. Luckily for him his band wasn’t playing until way later, being one of the more popular bands on tour. He expected to see his band around when he looked away from the blinking digital clock, but there were only two around. David was asleep—or not, but his eyes were closed and Duncan couldn’t really tell—and Evelyn was texting at the table. He sat up and stretched, yawning a little and wondering why his nose felt so weird. Before he could feel it to see what was up, Evelyn had looked over and laughed in his direction. Her laughing made him curious and his hand flew up to his nose, feeling the cheetoh. He frowned, removing the cheetoh from his nose hole and looking at it. It didn’t have any snot on it because it wasn’t really too far up there. Waiting for Evelyn to look away, he popped the cheetoh in his mouth and stood up.
He had a sudden crave for coffee. Duncan wasn’t really one to go out of his way to get coffee—he preferred other addictive drinks, really—but it was just one of those random cravings that everybody gets once in awhile. He walked over to the table Eve was sitting at and put his hands on it, leaning forward and looking down at her with sleepy eyes and some cheetoh cheese just above his lips from where the cheetoh had been resting. Eve and him exchanged some conversation about how there was no coffee in the bus, thus ending in sending Duncan to the café to get them both some coffee. It was pretty damn unlikely that Duncan would come back anytime soon—Eve guessed this much—so she wasn’t really counting on getting warm coffee if at all. Knowing Duncan, he would probably drink both of theirs. Duncan had changed shirts before leaving the bus and sprayed himself so he didn’t smell like pot and shit. He would shower later; when someone has a crave, it’s generally the only thing they thing about, and for Duncan it definitely was the objective.
This was not just a coffee run, it was a mission. A mission to fulfill his coffee desire was what it truly was. He didn’t pay any attention to by passers on the way to the café, until he got his coffee none of them mattered to him. Hell, even if he was not craving it, he wouldn’t pay attention to the people that just happened to walk by him. To him, they were like insects—they didn’t matter. They didn’t have feelings. He was the only one who had feelings. In all honesty, he knew this wasn’t true but it was what he involuntarily thought ninety percent of the day whilst in public. As he approached the café he wiped over his mouth, hoping no cheetoh cheese was still there. He still wondered how in the hell a cheetoh got in his nose, but then he remembered he was on a bus with rambunctious young adults. He figured it was David or someone, maybe Eve. Regardless, he had coffee to order and erased all thoughts of the mysterious-cheetoh-nose.
He looked at the menu and pointed to a random one, hoping it wouldn’t taste too shitty. Like before stated, he wasn’t really a coffee sort of guy and this was just one of those super duper random cravings. Once he got it, he sipped out of it and pretty much forgot about what Evelyn had told him to get for her. Oh well. As he was looking for a table to sit at he felt eyes on him and looked away from the table area and at some woman that looked pretty trailer-living like and nasty. He made a face back at her, ignoring a glare and other odd, unexplainable expression she directed at her. Trying not to laugh, he focused his attention back onto finding a seat. The tables either had old people at them, old couples, creepy people and… oh look at that, a cute girl. He was pretty outgoing, some would say, and even when it was ten AM… flirting was acceptable. Plus, he hadn’t partied the night before (well, getting fucked up with his best friend really doesn’t count because he didn’t do him) and the girl looked pretty intriguing. Putting a sly little grin on, Duncan strutted forward and gave a genuine smile, “Heeey… mind if I sit with you?” He asked and the German accent he had stood out more than anything else. Why he was being so friendly at first was all part of his routine, it was almost like a script he kept in his pocket as well.
 TAGGED: CECILIA !? WORDS: 836 !? (SOORRRYY :) i tottalllyy owed u itt though) NOTES: you have full permission to shoot me, slap me, whatever, for taking exactly a week to post. MUSIC : POKEMON THEME BBY?! CREDIT : TANA @ COSMO ?! [/center] |
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