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[kyon6]

xxxxxxx ☇ Living's a wicked d / r / e / a / m , when things turn out all ✗ wrong ✗
xxx We're all so weak, no matter how strong

A rush of running footsteps echoed throughout the halls as a worried man found out he was late for his shift. Well, his job was 24/7 in a way, just a "certain" someone had to sleep in. Simon Corren was his name. Sadly being on time was not his game. Arturo! You were supposed to wake me up this morning! he thought with hurt desperation. Oh, pleeeease. It's not like anyone even noticed. You're such a wallflower. came an eerie response.

Did this boy have a multiple personality disorder? Schizophrenia? No. Sadly enough, he was stuck sharing his mind and body with a snob of a demon. Arturo was always demanding, never wanting to take orders from people he deemed lower class. So with Simon's job, the lazy demon hung back saying snarky comments every once in a while inside Simon's inner core. Simon got so used to it by now, that he didn't drop platters when Arturo purposely screamed out randomly. His long brown hair flew across his face as he sped to the dining room where early birds came to eat before the rush came in. They were calm and understanding at least, which was nice.

But life has its lemons. Going through the threshold, Simon felt this sudden sense of dread. He lost his balance, tripping over himself. The poor thing ended up face flat on the floor. Arturo thought it was quite hilarious. Better than any slapstick Charlie Chaplin in his book. Simon wallowed in his own embarassment as he craned his head upwards to see a few people staring at him as if he had multiple heads. Multiple heads wasn't rare though, anymore...

He pushed himself up, dusting any particles of dirt that snuggled their way on his nice black suit. Simon always wanted to seem more old-school and professional. A nice black tailcoat with pinstripe pants, pinstripe vest, white dress shirt, and a black bow tie made him feel like the butler in stories his grandma used to tell him as a young boy. The professionalism would have to wait. His face was cherry red from his indecent fall. The human gave a curt bow towards the staring patrons to make up for the awkwardness. He shuffled his way towards the bar and kitchen, taking a post. The moment a patron spoke up or arrived, Simon would speed over to them as usual. His survival depending on staying in this marvelous place as long as possible. Right now, there was not much there. Scanning around he gave a small wave to Wednesday and Andy, who both seemed a little testy with each other, Best not to get messed up in a feud between half witches...half warlocks?

Near the bar was the kitchen. Both were connected by a doorway. However, there was also the order window. Plates were picked up here and orders were given. Much easier this way rather than going through the bar, through the door, and tell the cook on duty what the hungry people wanted. Simon took a peek inside to see the woman in charge, Chaarlye, and the kitten cook Nightmare Skye. He caught word of something about salmon, starting his stomach to grumble. Would that be the dinner special? Simon thought maybe a fancy breakfast one, like seafood newburg. His irritated tummy was about to protest again, but Simon finally piped up "Good m-morning, Madam Chaarlye. And to you as well, Mr. S-Skye." he stuttered out. Clearly not one for talking.

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ccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc I tried ➜ running away from me ➲
cccc cccc ★ Convince me that I've GROWN, but I can't
cc Change so unnaturally, ☠ d e m o n s ☠ they follow mecccccccccccccc
cccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc I quit running away 》 from me 《
★cccc Convinced that I have GROWN, but found out
cccc All my ✗ r e a s o n s ✗ for insanity ↯ all a part of me

[kyon6]

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The sun cast a last blazing haze over the lake as late afternoon rolled in to call for the sun to go to sleep. Cicadas buzzed for mercy at the sun's cruel rage. But one person was in joy of this sun. Some called him a porcupine. Some called him a sex god. But he was Synyster Gates. Lead Guitar of Avenged Sevenfold. At the beach, he laid out in a nice secluded spot with a bottle of sunscreen, a towel beneath him, and a small wireless radio to keep him company. It was good to stay away from the guys to catch some rays. His arm flailed all over in search for his cell phone to check on the time. He let out a distressed groan as all he felt was sand. Much too lazy to open his eyes behind the sunglasses he wore to actually look for his phone. Once he grasped it, his hand brought it to his face, his other hand flicking up his sunglasses to see it better. "Damn it." he whispered.

Brian Elwin Haner Jr., son of Brian Elwin Haner Sr. a.k.a. Guitar Guy, was out in the sun since this morning. Now it was the late afternoon. He just wasted his entire day in the sun...and no one was there to keep him company either! The nerve of some people... But Brian shrugged it off as he gathered his things. He slipped on his swimming trunks over his nudity not even caring about the sign that read "This isn't a nude beach. Be respectful". Once everything was packed up, he started his trek off the beach back towards the cabin. This week was supposed to be awesome. First week in a camp meant parties galore. Then weeks to follow would be serious business and music production. But what was on Brian's mind right now was how they'd be celebrating his 31st birthday tomorrow. He knew his friends were probably well prepared for it, but what the other bands would do was a delightful surprise he mulled over in his mind.

As he reached the line between the sand and pavement crosswalk, Syn slipped on his "mandles" so twigs and pebbles would etch themselves into his sole. The radio played quietly as he trudged towards the cabins. Hopefully they didn't start anything fun without him. The first cabin was their buddies from My Chemical Romance. They toured with them for a little while before and it was the meeting of kindred souls. Or maybe just musicians who were cool with each other, either way the bands were on friendly terms. Two figures, male, both the same height as him. 5'10''. Without the cherry red hair, one of them was definately Mikey. The other, hm. Syn walked a little faster with a smile on his face to finally see a pair of people all day. The morning felt so empty. Johnny was passed out on the couch and the others were still sleeping at 7 am. These were the first people that he saw awake all day. It was like a guy on Lost finally getting off the damn island to meet civilization. But this wasn't purgetory or a stupid confusing show that lasted much longer than it should've.

But as he grew closer, it came to be Ian Watkins having a chat with Mikey. Another good band that A7X was on good terms with. "Hey, hey, hey! Well if it isn't Mikey and Ian. How you guys holding up? What's happenin'?" Brian took of his sunglasses and turned off his radio. There was certainly no use for it now, especially when you're talking to someone and it's getting dark out. Brian wondered what they were talking about, but they'd catch him up soon enough. Then, something interrupted his train of thought. Smoke? Cigarette smoke..."Hey, who has smokes?" he called out hoping for a reply. Syn would weasle his way to get one off whoever it was. He could with all his charisma and charm. Making friends almost came naturally to Brian, unless the person was an outright a*****e or a complete troll.

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[kyon6]

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xxx&&REPORTSENTxx⇢( Seventeen) Such a price that we pay, we gotta be so strong

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Centuries pass and still the same
War in our blood, some things never change
Fighting for land and personal gain
Better your life, justify your pain
The end is knocking, the end is knocking




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We've all been lost for most of this life
Everywhere we turn more hatred surrounds us
And I know that most of us just ain't right
Following the wrong steps, being led by pride