*---Lost and Found

[oliver]

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
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Oliver tugged on his shirt one last time and ran a hand through his hair as he was ready to leave for the night. A typical Oliver night filled with drugs, alcohol and lots of loud music and women. Many people didn’t really enjoy Oliver’s company and well, it wasn’t like he didn’t know. He was very aware of everyone’s feelings for him. Most people hated him and to be honest, he didn’t really give a shit. He couldn’t bring himself to really care about anyone at all. That’s why Oliver usually found solace in drinking and getting some sort of high.

Some thought it was an addiction and others have just given up in trying to figure out why he did it. Oliver looked at himself in the mirror for one last time and judged himself like he always did. His plaid shirt hung somewhat loosely seeing that Oliver was intensely underweight. His skinny jeans were a little bit loose as always but still form fitting. His black chucks were still clean and shiny as always. “Well, this is as good as it’s gonna get”

[/color] he said quietly. Looking around he saw that some of his band mates were taking well, what seemed like a nap. He crept out of the bus. He slowly walked around the parking lot where there were a few people walking around in what looked like a drunken state.

Oliver took out his cigarette pack and pulled out a rolled paper joint. He pulled out his lighter as well. Lighting up the tip of the joint he sucked in as the tip turned a bright red. He felt the toxins roam through his blood stream. He instantly became more relaxed. Something he loved feeling. He took another hit as he walked into another one of the tour busses. Radio Bye Bye was one of the bands that well, partied almost as hard as Owen did. He walked in acknowledged some of the musicians and other people in the bus as he walked in the back and grabbed a bottle of hard liquor left some money and walked out. The air was cool and crisp . Oli opened the bottle and brought the glass to his lips. The liquid burned the back of his throat as he took a few gulps over and over in between the hits of marijuana.

His eyes have turned a bright red and his breath smelled of the strong alcohol. Roaming about, Oliver hadn’t realized he had walked into the middle of the park. Looking around, he saw the trees, benches, and he could hear the soft flow of water. The dim lights let the fountain and manmade pond emerge to anyone who had been walking in the park and got used to the dark. But for Oliver, well his eye sight was not up to par. Most things were a little hazy and it took him a moment to realize where he was. Sitting on the nearest bench, Oli was looking at the calm water which was being broken by the water that was falling from the fountain. Putting his head down, Oli spoke softly “What the hell am I getting into?”[/color] His head whipped up as he heard something in the distance.

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WORDS ?! Five Forty Four
TAGGED ?! Open!
LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse
TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ?! blah blah rahr[/size]

[RANSOM IRIS CARTER]

it was crazy, really, how much ransom sat around and did nothing. she didn't have the mental capacity or willingness to do anything. people literally had to drag her out of the bus if they really wanted her to go out with them. even her sister could barely persuade her to go out sometimes, though she was easily manipulated by everyone but her twin and brother. ransom loved people, and she loved food, so people often times told her they would go with a group of friends out to dinner. sure, they were usually lying, but no matter how many times she fell for that silly trick, she would fall for it all over again, and again. it was just a big, vicious circle. the girl was gullible. she believed every answer to every question she had ever asked without further inquiring. she was a dumb blonde withouth the blonde, if that makes enough sense.. or at least, that's what ninety five percent of people believed. she easily passed herself off as a young, stupid, lazy, space case that believed everything ever repeated to her. really, she was rather intelligent, it was just more enjoyable to be stupid and gullible, not to mention she seriously over thought everything. it had a bigger reward, nobody asked her to do things for them, and she got to listen to people try to take advantage of her and see their frustration when she was obviously distracted.

that was what she lived for. it took her so much to hold in laughter, unless she was having one of those days where she really didn't understand anything for some reason, like her real stupidity was kicking in. those days were getting more and more common, lately. she just didn't see the point in trying any more. nobody expected her to be anything other than stupid, which was great. she loved that nobody thought she had her own voice, it made people underestimate her. it also made people think she did lots of drugs, which she had never even thought of trying. she hadn't ever thought about trying alcohol, either. she felt it only made everything and everything harder to remember, and everyone stupider, which wasn't what she wanted. she liked being alert enough to see what she was doing and remember what she had done. she was slow enough sober, it would only get worse if she were drunk or high. besides, she had been taught better than that by her mother, and she definately didn't want to walk in her father's footsteps. he was in jail right now for killing someone over drugs or something. she wasn't all that interested in it, really. it was in her past now, and she really didn't plan on re-visiting it, ever. she didn't plan on even seeing her father. he had made her into some sort of slave in her own home, and she wished him death for that.

ransom rolled her eyes as she slid out of her bed. she really hadn't felt like doing anything today, but she knew she didn't have much of a choice. she couldn't sit around the bus all day again. all this stuff that had happened with david made her want to go out and be active even less, though her friend ethan was doing a nice job of making her feel better. she hadn't had the motivation to get out of bed in the past few days, her body aching and her legs feeling weird, but that was probably because she'd been laying down for days and days, watching adorable little disney movies, the classics, and other things. today, she had to get up. this ass hole didn't deserve her whole life, did he? of course not. when you talk someone into having sex then get up and leave them forever, but apparently he did it to a lot of girls. if only she had been paying attention when she was warned by numerous girls. she wished she could take it back, and in a sense, she could get back at him. she was underage, and he was nineteen. it was technically illegal, but she wasn't a bitter person. with another sigh, the brunette walked over to the small closet like thing, looking through her clothes. she had taken a shower the night before, so she didn't need one this morning.

her eyes skimmed over the clothes and though she hated it, she pulled out a pair of her sisters leggings and laid them on the bed, grabbing a hoodie as well. she bit her lip and nodded to herself. she hadn't bothered taking her bra off the day she had put it back on from the blonde man, but she did grab a new pair of underwear. she practically ripped her own clothes off, putting on the new panties and sweater, biting her lip. ransom never even really contemplated pants, she just left them alone.. but today, she wanted them. people had come to realize that when she was wearing pants, there was obviously something wrong. she didn't care if people thought there was something wrong, though, because there was something terribly wrong, and she was more than upset. she pulled the leggings up her legs, scratching at where they sat on her upper thighs. they weren't really leggings, but leg warmers, so they didn't have feet or a waist. it made no difference to her. she popped into the bathroom, making sure she brushed her hair to the point where it looked semi-decent, putting a thin layer of makeup on before exiting the bus with her sparkly shoes.

ransom put on a fake smile, skipping out of the bus like she always did. she had always seen other people do it since they had become part of the tour, and she'd been doing it every time she went out of the bus. it was so entertaining, no matter how many times you did it. she gave a few random band people smiles and waves before leaving the grounds, the fake smile still on her face. it was nice to be outside; colder, but nice. she would be enjoying the sunshine, the heat beating down on her covered shoulders. everything was so nice out here, the sun reflecting off the green of the grass and the brown of the now bare trees and shrubs. she saw the stray puppies as they scurried around the streets. the guitarist quietly started skipping, finding the backway to the park, sliding in to the woody area, walking through the dirt trail. she felt the mosquitos attacking her body, and the flies zipping around her head, the birds chirping over her, seeing the opening about five feet ahead of her. she ran a hand through her bangs as she exited the trail, seeing the open, grassy area and a bench..with a person? she moved closer to the bench, sitting down beside him quietly. at first, she wondered if she should say something, but instead of deciding against it, she looked over at him once more.

her head was whirling. "hi. my name's ransom." her voice was soft with slight curiosity. this guy looked familiar, maybe he was on tour too? she couldn't remember. "how are you?" she said, sinking into the bench, while crossing her arms over her chest, glancing at him, tapping her fingers against her arm silently, a warm smile on her face.

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tag; oliver,
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