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Quince Claudi Lisette

❝the soul searching ex❞

female ll just quince ll twenty-one ll december 24th

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So let's go back to the first time
That I met you in your Chevy
With your hands stretched and me crying, screaming "mercy, mercy"
But I know that I was put here
To fight vikings in the cold war,
with my arms out in the front singing "tear me, tear me"
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Paz welcomed Marigold to the band, and then Nana said she had to go, and she would see Emilene back at the flat. Emilene looked back at her, but before she could do anything more than wave, Nana was gone. Again Emilene shrugged and looked at the others. Sid was pushing celebrating, and Pascal seemed to be going along with it. And thus that was settled and they got on their way, not really sure where they were going, since none of them had really been in Paris long enough to have gone out drinking already. They would have to hit a bar or club sooner or later though, right?


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Emilene had never been one to abstain from drinking, and tonight was no exception. To say she was tipsy would be a totally fair description, it would even be fair to say she was closer to being outright drunk than she was to tipsy. Now Mari, that girl could hold her liquor. She had drunk the same amount as Emilene for sure, yet she seemed to be far more aware of her surroundings than the older girl. Both were on the dance floor, dancing haphazardly with each other and those around them, sharing from the same bottle. A hand closed around her arm and began to pull. Emilene was prepared to lose her temper with whoever thought it was okay to manhandle her, but when she looked up, she found herself smiling at Pascal, and letting him pull her off the dance floor. When they were back at the bar, Paz spoke, loud enough for Emilene to hear him over the noise of the club. How Sidney could be passed out like he was was beyond Emilene. Then again, it was Sid-- a lot of things about him were beyond her. She had long ago just learned to ignore some of his weirder traits. It saved her a lot of headaches, which could in turn make her a less angry person. Or, that was the theory at least.

The fact that Paz had gone through her purse and read her text didn't bother Emilene in the least. When they had shifted into that kind of relationship was a mystery to her though. She was fairly sure it had started with her asking him to get her something from her bag from her, and had just escalated from there. The real thing that caught Emilene's attention was that he said that Nana had texted, and what did she want to do. Emilene held her hand out for her phone. She wasn't that drunk just yet. It took her longer to type out a text than usual, but within a few moments she had a text off to her roommate

Hey Nana
At some club. We're coming back to the soon though.
Yeah, just leave the door open, we'll be there soon.

She slid her phone shut and looked at Paz, leaning in and kissing his cheek quickly. "Thanks." she told him before picking up her jacket an purse. With ease her fingers tangled into Sidney's hair and she pulled sharply, which made the boy sit up and angry ask what was wrong while rubbing his head. "We're going to my place Sid, c'mon." she commanded, knowing that right at this moment, she was the one in charge. Taking the final drink from her beer bottle, she placed it on the bar, and her arm wrapped around Paz's, Emilene using him for a bit of a better balance on her platforms and also just because she wanted to hold onto him. They led the way out of the club to Paz's car, Mari and Sidney not far behind, with Mari helping Sid keep his balance, since after Paz, she was the only one walking in some real semblance of a straight line.

The got into the car, Emilene taking the passenger seat while Mari and Sidney got into the back. Promptly, Emilene unlaced the only reason for her being unsteady on her feet other than her being drunk and pulled her shoes off, sitting them in her lap. For the whole of the car ride Emilene leaned her head on Paz's shoulder, not really talking. She wasn't exactly tired, but she was a bit more calm now that she wasn't in the booming club. She still felt drunk, was still showing Paz much more affection than she would if her judgement wasn't clouded.

With some mumbled directions, they got to Emilene's building. Emilene had a much easier time getting up the stairs without her boots on. It wasn't as awkward to lean against Paz now, being a head shorter than him without the shoes, meaning his arm fit easier around her shoulders to help keep her steady. They got to her door and she twisted the nob easily, since Nana did indeed keep the door unlocked. "Nana, we're back!" she called, dropping the shoes she held in one hand into a heap on the floor, hoping that Nana hadn't already gone to bed.

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It's hard to be a man
But I'm doing all I can
I'm ready to give this all I have
I'm ready to be amazed
'Cause I'm standing here alone
Trying to make this life my own
And nothing will keep this heart from beating
I'm still breathing
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Never had Sidney been one who could hold his alcohol, but that didn't stop him, not in the least. Which was why he was practically passed out, sitting beside Pascal, his head on the bar counter. He was even oblivious when Pascal left his side. Really, other than the noise around him, Sid wasn't picking up on much. That was until of course, someone pulled sharply at his hair, making his head fly up, his hand going to the now sore spot. "What? What's wrong?" he asked, a slightly hostile tone in his voice as he looked to the person who had chosen such a rude route to getting him up. Of course it was Emilene.

"We're going to my place Sid, c'mon." before Sidney had a chance to let his drunk brain process her words, she was already walking away with Paz. At this point, Sidney was used to stumbling his way to Paz's car, but it was a welcome surprise to find hands helping him up and someone pulling his arm over their shoulder.

"Okay, let's see if we can get you out of here without falling on your face." Mari said. So apparently their new bassist could hold her own and help someone else when partying, Of course, Sid suspected that the sixteen-year-old (Emilene finally got the truth out of her) was not at all new to the idea of partying hard. That impression had been made when they had arrived at the club and Mari had thrown back a bottle in less than fifteen minutes. It was impressive and at the same time sad for Sid, seeing as even a sixteen year old could out drink him. That was pathetic. Still, he let her help him to the car, the two of them sentenced to the back seats, a sentence that would probably stick forever, or as long as Paz was the driver and Emilene was in the car. This was something Sidney didn't mind too much. As it was, he was really more focused on not getting car sick, leaning his head against the cool glass of the car window.

They got to the apartment building, and again it Mari helping Sidney when Paz helped Emilene. The apartment door was open, and they all followed Emi in, Mari leading Sid to a table with benches that sat in a nook between the windows. they sat while Emilene called out to Nana, telling her that they had returned. Sidney gripped his head. He was wondering when the noise would start to really get to him. "Shhh." he said, starting to massage his temples. Mari left his side, going to the fridge, quick to find Emilene's own alcohol. Emi was still leaning on Paz, and a short thought of 'poor guy' ran through his head. The amount of affection Emi gave him when she was drunk had to be just like a giant tease.

"Look, see Paz, that little girl is trouble." Emi said, apparently noticing Mari had one of her cans in her hand.

Marigold snorted. "If I'm trouble, trouble is a damn good bassist."

"And she's a cocky little s**t to boot!" Emilene exclaimed, laughing. Mari shrugged, then looked past Sid, to a door that was to his back.

"Hey, do you have any aspirin for him?" Sid looked to see who she was talking to. Nana, yes of course. She did live here. And Mari was right to ask her instead of Emilene. Emilene would've just said he needed to 'man up'. Really, ever since Noel, their previous bassist left, there was no one to share her abuse with. It was for the most part all in good fun, but at least when Noel had be there, Emi had taken turns being on the each of the boys sides, but she would never turn against Paz, even in a playful manner. Sid didn't mind too much. He was used to it, and underneath it all he knew Emilene loved him an all that Jaz.

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[xandy pandy]

Welcome to this group search thread!
I am looking for six or fewer people to fill out a roleplay with me that will have eight characters.
This is an advanced lit search, meaning you need to be able to say that your minimum in posting is four paragraphs.
What kind or roleplay you ask? Well, how many of you have heard of the Runaways? (Bonus points if you say yes, and if you knew about them before all of this movie hype). For those of you who don't, the Runways was and all girls rock group that had a short but famous run back in the seventies. From them spawned Joan Jett and Lita Ford, and the band is created for bringing girls into rock and roll before they were really allowed to be there. Now my point? I want to do a roleplay, one reminiscent of their story. By that I mean dive right into a world of sex, drugs, and most obviously music. You up for it? Read on then.

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Okay, so here's a bit more on the plot:
I'm not completely sure of how it would run. I figure there would be about eight characters in this, not all in the band of course, and the band could be overseas on tour. By tour I mean staying at crappy motels, playing in dingy nightclubs, and losing control at times they probably shouldn't. No superstardom yet. The most fun always happens right before the light bulbs start flashing in your face. Anyways, I figure five girls in the band, three male roadies. You for real need to be okay with playing a bisexual girl, because girl on girl relationships is going to be a part of this rp. One het girl at most, kay? And the same sorta goes for guys. Hetero or Bi, okay? How the characters personalities and such are, and how everyone feels about each other can be worked out here in this thread of course, as well as all the finer points of the plot that's totally general. Still with me? Then onto the forms!

People we've got so far: 2/8 characters
*Please keep in mind that if you want one of the girl spots, these are the current open band roles: drummer, rhythmic guitarist/singer, singer, lead guitarist, bassist. If it's crossed out, it;s not open!

Hey! Pay Attention!

◐officially ll o u t r a g e o u s KOI
◐unofficially ll koi or marie
◐preferences ll male && female // both bisexual // rhythmic guitarist/singer
◐qualifications ll samples
◐numbers ll double for sure
◐side notes ll i'm on almost everyday, except for when I have volunteer duties and other important events

Fill this out:

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[color=crimson]◐[/color][size=10][b]unofficially l[/b]l what we can call you[/size]
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I've got nothing left to say, meaning this is totally open.

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Catalyst Jiva Lalji
❝the sensible guitarist/singer❞

feminine ll jiva ll twenty-one ll february 29th

hey BOYS can't you see i'm tough?!

Okay, let's see... I'm a sometimes reckless sometimes responsible undisputedly tough ever the peacemaker always the reasonable forever the independent all about the music girl. Did you get all of that? If not, pay more attention here. Some people would say that of everyone in the band, I tend to be the easiest one to reach mentally. I'm not prone to angry outbursts, but nor am I anyone's sweet girl. I always keep a cool head, no matter what I'm doing, at least emotion wise. When it comes to being reckless, I wouldn't say I'm an expert, but I'm pretty damn good at it. Some have said I'm the rock and roll girl next door, which I find hilarious, but hey, if you wanna see me that way, go ahead.

I don't attach myself to people, and I'm certainly known for my independence and professionalism. Within the band, I keep the peace, and tend to be the voice of reason when we're all stressing. I try not to deal with stress by taking it out on other people, but rather by holding it in and just waiting until I can loosen up by getting high. And maybe some sex. Maybe. Look, you just need to know this. In the end, I'm here for the music. I can't say I trust everyone around me, because I don't totally feel like I know everyone around me. When I don't know people, I expect them to open up first, so that's what I'm waiting on.


and i'm never gonna care about my bad reputation

The day I was born, I was named Catalyst. My father loves to tell me it's because I changed my parent's lives. They tried to get pregnant for so long, so I was their little miracle. It's weird, I know, especially growing up in a very Indian community, thus I usually go by my middle name, Jiva. So, they doted on me for my whole life, first both, then just my father. You see, my mother got cancer and died. It was sad, but not a tragedy. People die. I was only eight. At this point, I've lived more of my life without her than I did with her. It's not a big deal for me, and I know that sounds terrible, but it's not. It's all I know. Anyway, I was born in India, but when I was fourteen we moved to Italy for some business reason I've never really payed close attention to. Anyway, it turns out that move is probably the difference between who I am now and who I might've been.

In India, I was always, 'Raja and Pravin's girl. Poor child, losing Raja like that. And with no siblings!' so on and so forth. It was never ending, but I was used to it. When we got here, I wasn't that person anymore. Well, of course I was, but no one knew that. We only had a small pocket of family out here, and at least my cousins are more, well, westernized. Here I wasn't lumped together with some memory of my mother, and there weren't nosy aunties around every corner treating me as if I were a child. Getting to the point, my father is not at all a conservative man. He let's me get away with far more here than he did in India, though in India, much of it was to keep up appearances. Still there was a lot I did aside from dating and going to parties that my father didn't know about. Like he certainly didn't know that I smoked, or had sex, or drank. And he definiantly didn't know that I was teaching myself to play guitar. Because for all my father wasn't a tyrant, he did have some specific plans for me. And it didn't include music. After all, I'm a smart Indian girl. Smart Indians girls go on to be doctors, or business women, or something equally prestigious. They don't start rock and roll vans and get on a crappy bus that breaks down all the time and stay at sketchy hotels while they play at even sketchier nightclubs.

Well, most don't. I did. I started a band. That band is like my baby, and the people in it? My friends, for the most part. It isn't like these are girls I've grown up with. These are girls who joined as time went one. First me, than our other guitarist, than our singer, than our drummer, then our bassist. I sign, I play guitar, and I play the 'grown up' when I have to. We're not famous, far from it really, but people like us enough that we're making a small tour through Europe work. My father isn't happy about all of this, but he's dealing. I can only imagine the gossip back in India about me, since I swear it's like a network, but what can you do? I like life this way, so that's the way it's staying.


GOOD guys, BAD guys;; doesn't really matter

As for how I feel about the band and roadies... I don't know. It would be totally fair to say we're dysfunctional and messed up and totally a bad influence on our other singer. Specific people? Well, I trust Antoni with my life, or something like that. He's my closest friend, and he'll play grown up with me when everyone else is being a bit too crazy. Brydee is an insane wild girl, and also the second founding member of this band. And Antoni's brother. I can't always say I love her, but she is a good friend. Ayumi is... strange. I don't know. I find her a bit catty at times, by and by we've managed not to step on each other's toes yet. Rory is a pretty quiet guy, but I have known him awhile. We're not very good friends. He's taken care of us girls well though, especially in scaring off or getting rid of the guys who get to handsy without our permission and the plain creepers. [will be edited for others later]

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Riordan Kiri Nolan
❝the roadie muscle❞

male ll rory ll twenty ll august 15th

i'll satisfy your mad desires

The first thing I can tell you is that compared to some of the chatty people here, I don't have much to say. A lot of the others would say I'm one of the more serious if you asked. Not serious in the way that Jiva is, taking care of everyone... perhaps the right word is intimidating. I tend to scare people. Sometimes I try to though. It's my job to be the muscle here, which means that sometimes I need to scare off guys that are scaring the girls or trying to hurt them. I look after those girls as if they were my sisters, though I don't necessarily always treat them that way.

Like most everyone else, I party, perhaps the hardest out of them all. I have a pretty high tolerance level to drinking, and I only smoke pot, because that other s**t'll kill you, but you get the point. I don't fight when it's not needed, because that's stupid. Other then all of that, I keep personal stuff to myself, because it's not really anyone's business, even if these are the friends I have now.


let ME tell YOU what we been doing

I was born in Ireland, to a very Irish father and a very Cambodian mother. Though most people don't guess the Irish part. I'm the eldest of seven, with four sisters and two brothers behind me. We're a fairly close family. When I was eight, back when I only had two younger sisters, we moved to Italy. My mother is a doctor and she got a good job opportunity, so we all moved. At first it was really hard, because learning any language is hard for me. As of right now, I know Italian, English, and Khmer, which is a language spoken in Cambodia. I'm picking up other languages, because of all the time in the van, with everyone speaking in other languages. Anyway, we moved here, I learned Italian, which can be hard to understand through my accent, I grew up, starting to discover more and more how much I intimidated people.

You see, I have sisters, and yes, I am the kind of brother who needs to protect his younger sisters. Tevy, who's nineteen now, never needed much protecting. She got a boyfriend when she turned fifteen and was never bothered. And he was a good guy. They got married when they were just eighteen and now they have a daughter, my nice. My other three sisters though, what a mess they can leave in their dust. More than once, I've had to get boys to forget about my middle sister, Kanya, and whatever flirtations she may've had with them, I've separated boys on the playground from teasing the twins, Briley and Flannery, so on and so forth.

I also became more into the rock and punk music scene as I grew up. Going to clubs, partying, all the things you'd expect. That's how I met Jiva. I would see her around at different places, and we went to school together. We were more acquaintances, but one day she approached me, saying she was starting a band and that they needed roadies. I don't know why I said yes, but it seemed like a cool idea, and that's how I got in with the band, doing what I do now.


now, i don't hardly know her

Everyone can be a bit crazy in the band and crew. Jiva is probably the most sensible and grown up of the bunch, followed closely by Antoni. There's Brydee, who is the first person I would consider a friend here. She's kinda crazy, and I do try to look out for her. I think that part of that is why her brother Antoni and I don't get along. I don't know, Antoni doesn't like me, and as a result, I don't like him. The other girls in the band? I'm not sure. I mean, we've all talked and been around each other, but I just haven't clicked as well with all of them.

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Bryda Lusia Natasza
❝the guitarist who gets around❞

femme fatal ll Brydee ll twenty ll December Third

↑ ↓ i can warm up if you get too cold

I wouldn't classify myself as a slut, but other people do. I can't help it if boys and girls both like what they see and want some for themselves. I just go along with it because, well, who doesn't enjoy a good time? It's not a bad thing if all parties want it anyways. People just like to get up into my personal life because it's, oh I don't know, something dramatic enough to start drama and rumors over. Really I should be flattered and I am. If you're interested enough in me to keep track of who I hook up with that's some dedication. Really, they blow it all up and make it seem worse than it really is. Every. Single. Time.

I've been told by more than one person that I've got a loud mouth and a short temper. I know for a fact I have a short fuse, that part's not made up at least. It's harder than it sounds, keeping my anger in check but sometimes people just need to be ripped into, told the truth in a harsher manner than is socially acceptable. That's what I'm good for. I'm irresponsible, I'm always late, hungover, and snarky. But I'm my own person, and I stand up for what I believe in. I have a sense of self, and that's more than I can say for most of the rest of the world so why don't you kindly ******** off.


↑ ↓ you know that i'm not an angel

God, where do I even start? Mommy and Daddy were always good to me. I was born in Poland and I was the youngest of four children, though one of them was my twin brother. Spoiled? Naturally. I was the baby in the family, the golden child. While my siblings got yelled at for everything I could do no wrong. It was the perfect way for me to grow up, as queen of the household.

In school I was taught and remembered four languages, not including my native Polish. I learned Italian, German, French, and English. Out of the five, English is the hardest for me. All of the grammar and rules and just the way it feels in my mouth makes it hard to remember and speak. My accent always makes it hard for me to be understood anyways so I usually stick with Polish, unless I'm talking to someone in the band, and I have to switch to a language we all understand, which is Italian. It makes sense really, because that's where we all met up. My family moved to Italy when it was just my twin and I left in the house. Our siblings had long ago moved out, so Mom and Dad decided that a little move would be good for us. We were nine when we moved.

Italy was nice, and it's where I really started to hone my musical skills. I've been playing piano since I was six, and I picked up guitar in Italy. What was more? I'm good at it. That became my pass time. I stopped focusing in school and I stopped being social with my family. I just couldn't get enough of it. The obsession died down as I got older but it's never gone away. It's only been toned down enough for me to be able to function doing other things at the same time. While we were in Italy it brought out my wild side, along with the music. I was sixteen and I was sleeping around, drinking, and smoking pot. It was really bad, and I could have died. But that's why I have a twin brother. He reined me in, smacked some sense into me, and since those days I've always been more careful than I was then. Antoni is a lot of why I'm where I am now. He's the one who introduced me to Jiva.

Jiva is the leader of the band, and my brother's best friend. He introduced me to her and we formed a band of us, followed by our singer, and then the drummer and most recently the bassist. We're a motley crew that's mismatched. We don't always get along and the rinky dink tour bus can be pretty scary sometimes but being in such close quarters for so long makes you like family, like it or not. We're a band afterall, and that's a little familt all in itself.


↑ ↓ friends and FOES movin' fast and movin' slow

Paragraph Four: How your character feels about the other band members/roadies

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my one and only shining star said
stick with me, I'll take you far
your eyes are burning with teenage fire
I'll satisfy your mad desires 'cause
I love playin' with fire
and I don't wanna get burned
I love playin' with fire
and I don't think I'll ever learn
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"Well go ahead, ask him." a tan young woman with a thick black braid that fell past her waist said, pushing a paler and much younger male forward. Riordan's younger by one year sister, Tevy, and their youngest brother at five-years-old, Callum. Callum stared up at Riordan with a mop of black hair that fell into his eyes. That was the one thing that all seven of the Nolan children shared in appearance. Everything else had them looking more like their mother or more like their father, and very rarely like a mix of them. Rory smiled at his sibling, who gave a hesitant smile back. "Go on then!" Tevy insisted to the young boy.

Callum looked between his two eldest siblings, before finally keeping his eyes trained on Rory. "When are you coming home for good?" he asked in careful Khmer. Ah, the big question. And the five-year-old was still so shy, speaking only in the language of their Cambodian mother. Riordan knelt down. ruffling Callum's hair. He knew his family didn't quite understand why he liked driving around in his old fifteen passenger van with seven other people and listening to the same songs almost every night in sleazy night clubs followed by spending a night in a crappy motel. Of course if the older people didn't understand, a child like Callum wouldn't.

"I will be back as soon as the tour is over and not a moment later." he answered in the same language. It was a vague answer, but it was all he could give, because Rory himself didn't really know when the tour was ending. Callum looked slightly disappointed. Rory tried his best to not let himself notice it, knowing that his brother didn't wan't him to see it. Before standing, he wrapped his arms around the boy in a tight hug. One he pulled away and stood, he looked around at everyone in the room. It was his entire family gathered. His parents and his brothers and sisters, Callum, Tevy, Kanya, Sovann, Briley, and Flannery. Beside Tevy stood her husband Lorenzo, who was holding their daughter Sobin. One by one he hugged everyone, clapping his brother-in-law on the back and kissing his niece on the top of her head.

They would all be there whenever he got back, he reminded himself. And it didn't suit him to stay at home when he knew that he could be having the fun they were having on tour. Really, he was grateful to Jiva for asking him to come along when this all started. If she hadn't, he would still be doing the same boring things he had been doing before all of this. That wouldn't do. Yes, he missed his family. How could he not? They had always been fairly tight knit. At the same time, he would also miss everyone on the tour if he left now, even if he wasn't friends with all of them. Not to mention he had already made a commitment and would be letting them down if he left, since it was his fifteen passenger van they had been using to get from place to place, saving them the money of having to rent a vehicle, because with only eight passengers, there was plenty of room for the equipment and luggage, even when trunk space and the container on the roof were filled.

He picked up his luggage and gave one last nod to his family. As he was heading for the door, he heard his mother speak. "Hold on Rory, I have something for you." Riordan stopped and turned back around. The middle aged woman turned and left the room then, returning a moment later with a large plastic bag, handing it to Rory. Looking inside, he saw several plastic containers, which looked to be filled with different types of baked goods. "Just some homemade junk food." she told him. Rory nodded, smiling. "Don't forget to share." she reminded him.

"Of course." he said, pulling her into another hug. "Okay, I'll try and call after the show tonight." with that Rory finally got out the door. He made his way down the driveway to his van. It had at one point been a solid white, but while on tour a few drunken band and crew members-- Riordan still didn't know who --had gotten a hold of a rainbow array of spray paints and had haphazardly colored the van with no real design in mind, or it seemed as if there were none. Rory had been furious, but without knowing who had done it, the best he could do was sit the whole group in the van and lecture them as they drove with the help of Jiva, one of the bands oldest members and it's obvious leader. Now it was in the past, but it was still a bit of a sore spot for Riordan.

With a heave, he got the container on top of the van open and his bags inside, keeping the plastic bag of snacks with him. Easily he close the container back up and got in the van, putting the snack on the passenger seat. Before starting the car, he pulled out his cell phone, sending out a quick text message to the group.

I'm on my way to pick everyone up.
Be ready to leave when ever I get to your house.
-Rory

Snapping the phone shut, he put it in the cup holder and got out the van keys. Starting the car, he pulled out of his space. First he had to pick everyone up and once he did that, they would be off to their next location.


"rory"
"jiva"
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I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past, it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's that I'm gonna do
And I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
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The dark red lines that formed an intricate pattern up the girl's tan arm became the easy way for Catalyst Jiva Lalji to keep her eyes occupied while she sat at the table across from her disappointed looking father. Catalyst, who was more often called Jiva, carefully traced the lines that covered both of her arms and hands with her eyes. She and her cousins hadn't even gone to sleep last night, all of them take turns doing the henna on each other. Well, it had more been Zarna and Jiva doing the henna on the other girls, and then on each other. This was due the fact that they had the most talent for it, and thus were the prime choices. The result was now a very tired Jiva, who still had to sit through this awkward lecture.

"What I am say Jiva," her father spoke in thickly accented Italian that most people who weren't Jiva had a hard to understanding. "Is that your future is far more unstable then hit has to be with this whole music business." Yes, they were on this again. Jiva looked up at her father through hair that fell into her eyes. What could she say without sounding like a complete b***h? It just wasn't possible to tell him in a nice way that she was never going to do what he wanted. She would never be a doctor, lawyer, or business woman of any sort. Jobs like those required that she fall into a nice and neat little box, and the only thing Jiva ever fell into was a crowd for some surfing. Then again, why did she have to be nice. Telling me that one of the few thing I actually like is useless isn't very nice. she justified in her mind.

Her fingers tapped anxiously against the table, each moment that passed making her more and more nervous. Certainly Jiva did not want to leave home on bad terms, she would be returning eventually and she didn't want that to be horrible. Maybe she could just change the subject. How in the world was she going to do that though? It wasn't like she was worrying about doing it too blatantly, but more, she did have anything to talk about with her father. How depressing was that? Okay, not too much, because not many twenty-one year olds had a lot to converse about with their fifty-eight year old fathers. Still, there had to be something, anything, that could steer them away from this awkward and potentially relationship ruining conversation. That was when she got the text message from Riordan. Despite knowing perfectly well that it was rude, she picked her phone up off of the table and flipped it open, her eyes scanning the message before rapidly responding.

Please please please
come and get me first
I'm closest!

Sending the message off, she looked to her father and stood. "Riordan is going to be here soon, I should get my stuff together." This was her way of excusing herself. Leaving her father at the table, she walked out of the room. When she reached the stairs, she lifted the skirt of her sari up slightly as she hurried up them. Getting to her room, she found her cousins all sleeping on her bed. Jiva smiled, shaking her head slightly. Unlike her, the five of them weren't used to going a night without sleep. Jiva however did it often. Carefully she walked around the room, taking the things she needed from there, including her bags and the extra henna paste and power. At least one of the girls would want their own henna done and Jiva wouldn't mind doing it. She found it fun and kind of relaxing.

Just as quietly as she entered her room she left, letting her teenage cousins sleep. First she went to the laundry room to get the last of the clothing she had washed the night before; the clothes she would put on later. Washing her clothes was the reason why she was wearing a sari, so that she could get all of her other clothing washed. As it was, she didn't have a very big wardrobe, not of 'western' clothing at least. She had many, many sari's, because at one point they had been all she wore, everyday, up until about a year ago. Even when she had gone out partying, to school, everywhere.

Throwing her clothing into the messenger bag that she kept with her in the car. Once they got on the road she would change in the car. No big deal. It wasn't like half of the band and crew hadn't already seen her in just her bra and panties. It was pretty hard not to have been seen half naked. She was in constant close quarters with these people, and was always sharing a room with somebody.

Making her way back downstairs, she found her father standing by the door, holding a stack of tupperware containers of different sizes and shapes. Vaguely Jiva wondered how many in the band were getting sent off with food. "Your aunts made all of this for you and your friends." he took in the sari she still wore, and she could see that he had not had expected her to come down in that. "Is that what you're wearing?" he asked, and Jiva could hear the slight bit of hope in his voice. Hope because hey, if she was choosing to wear a sari, she was starting to become the girl she once was. Because by Eastern standards her father wasn't at all strict, but by Western standards he was still quite the traditionalist.

Taking the containers from her father, Jiva found she couldn't look him the eye. "No, I'll get changed later. My sari's are more comfortable though." she said, a flowing accent in her words. The man's face fell, but he nodded. "Thank you for these, I'll remember to call and thank them later." she glanced down at the containers in her hands. They looked to be some of her two aunts more spicy dishes. Jiva wasn't even sure how many in the group would want it. She knew that Indian food did take some getting used to. She knew that most likely Rory and Toni would have some, but she wasn't sure about anyone else.

Outside a car honked. Riordan. "I have to go Papa. Love you." she leaned in and kissed his cheek before slipping past him. Outside, Riordan was already out of the car, ready to help her put her bags in the car. Already all of her equipment was in there, so it wasn't like she had too much. Closing the trunk after he got the bags in there, he looked her up and down.

"What are you wearing and what's on your arms?"

Jiva stuck a tongue out at him as they got into the car. She took the seat behind the driver's seat, knowing that when Rory was driving, the shotgun seat usually went to Brydee, unless someone wanted to start a fight about it. "I'm wearing a sari and there is henna on my arms. I told you guys when I saw you last, my cousins were coming over and I was getting the full on Indian weekend." she said. Rory just shrugged, and before Jiva knew it, they were on their way to their next place to pick up.

"rory"
"jiva"
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If you're in this, you know who you are.
If you're not, read, but don't write.

Bryda Josie Ayumi Catalyst and Riordan

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my one and only shining star said
stick with me, I'll take you far
your eyes are burning with teenage fire
I'll satisfy your mad desires 'cause
I love playin' with fire
and I don't wanna get burned
I love playin' with fire
and I don't think I'll ever learn
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Before he had even gotten off of his street, he received a text message that read as pretty desperate for Jiva. Was she sick of her family already? Well, from what he knew, her father was a bit overbearing about the whole music thing and her mother wasn't around-- she had died years ago. And Jiva did have a point, she did live the closest to Rory out of the whole group. Yes, he would go and get her first. Putting his phone away, he pulled out of the spot he had pulled into to read the message and made a left at the end of his block.

When he pulled up to Jiva's house, he honked the horn twice before getting out of the car. In no time Jiva was out the door and Rory was getting her bags into the the trunk. Once he closed the trunk, he took the chance to look the tan skinned, dark haired girl up and down before smirking. "What are you wearing and what's on your arms?" he asked. Okay, so he did know what she had on and what decorated her arms, but it was more of a surprise. If you asked Riordan to describe Catalyst Jiva Lalji, he wouldn't be saying anything close to the girl that stood before him. Perhaps the henna, but not the sari, and combined with the thick braid that fell down her back, Rory could almost say he was seeing a completely different girl.

Jiva stuck a tongue out at him as they got into the car. "I'm wearing a sari and there is henna on my arms. I told you guys when I saw you last, my cousins were coming over and I was getting the full on Indian weekend." she said. Riordan shrugged. Yes, she was right, she had said that, he just hadn't really expected all of this. In the car though, they didn't really continue talking. That was how the two of them were though, they weren't people who needed to fill a silence with chatting, and both were very aware that they weren't close friends, nor did they have enough in common to chat about.

The next house he pulled up to belonged to the twins, Bryda and Antoni. Rory simply honked here and popped the trunk lock, knowing it made no sense to get out. Antoni knew exactly how to pack the trunk, so why bother. Instead he watched as they came towards the car and first got their things into the trunk before getting in. Antoni got into the back, sitting beside Jiva and virtually ignoring Riordan, which was okay, since the two didn't get along. Quickly Jiva and Antoni seemed to slip into their own conversation. That was expected, since they were close friends. Even within a group as small a theirs, it was very obvious who got along with who and who belonged where.

The female of the twins, Bryda, got into the front passenger seat beside Riordan and gave him a hug, which he returned to the best of his ability. To say that Rory liked Bryda would be accurate, if not a bit of an understatement. He did all he could to indulge the girl in her odd ways, all the while stepping back from the idea of how compatible they were. Bryda didn't want it, or that was what Rory took away since the girl who had sex with everyone was very careful not to try and seduce him. He assumed it was because she liked their friendship, and didn't like him enough in another way to risk screwing it up with sex.

"Eva's house is next." he said in response to her question of who they were off the pick up next. He was very aware that to some extent, there was some tension in relation to the girl, though he sensed it more from the back seat. Toni and Eva... did not have the best of pasts, though he tried not to listen to the information on it, because he hated getting wrapped up in all of that.

Eva and Josie only lived a couple streets apart, so right after Eva was in the car (greeted mostly by silence, save for a hello from Jiva and a noise of acknowledgement from Rory) he drove right to Josie's. Possibly the most innocent of the whole group, Josie was eager when she got in the car, showing no wear from being on the road like most of the others. Once she was sitting in her seat, he got the car started again. "Okay, we only have to get Summer and--" he let out an exasperated sigh before saying the other name. "Imri." Rory did not like Imri. Not even a little.

"rory"
"jiva"
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But if you left it up to me
Every day would be a holiday from real
We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun
We'd fry our brains and say it's so much fun
Out here
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Imri Zevi Litvin
❝the quirky roadie❞

male ll just imri ll eighteen ll december 12th

To say that I'm odd to the max would be an accurate description of myself. I've never really been one for convention, and because of that people have always found me difficult to deal with. I can be talkative, once I really get to know you. Beforehand though, I'm quiet, and generally trying to size you up. I like to have a feel for people before I really through myself out there. Some people think I can be a bit jerky, and sometimes I am. However, it is very hard to get me genuinly angry, though I do get frustrated often.

Unlike most of my 'friends' or more, the people I hang out with, I'm not big on partying. I used to party really hard, but now, not so much. I'm also not big on casual sex, which if you knew the enviorment I spend my time in, you would be a lot more surprised. However, just because I act this way doesn't mean I don't try to push people to behave otherwise. I think everyone needs to go through at least a bit of a party hard phase in their life, or they haven't really lived.

I was born in Kiev, Ukraine, to wealthy parents who didn't really much care for me. Okay, that's somewhat of a lie. My parents love me, they've just never been very attentive. I think they tried, it was just too hard. After all, I was an accident. They never meant to have children, so they never knew how to really deal with me. So what did they do? They sent me off to a boarding school in Italy. That is where I spent the most of my life. In fact, I barely ever go back to Kiev now, even though I'm graduated. I now live with a friend from high school, a girl who's a bit older than me and has always looked out for me. She's the closest thing I have to a sister, though I see her less and less now that I'm off with this whole band thing.

In school, it was easy to slip into the 'party' scene. That was how I met Jiva. She didn't go to my school, but we always used to find ourselves at the same parties, because those parties weren't at school. Mind you, at the time I was just fourteen and she was seventeen. I looked up to her because well, she was this tough rocker girl who managed to pull off such a look and act while walking around in a sari all the time. We started hanging out, while I was still in school. Four years later now, I've left school and moved in with my friend when Jiva talks to me about a band she's starting and how they need a couple guys on the road with them to help out, and I was one of the people she asked. And from there on? Well, I've been on the road, I've toned down my partying a bit, because really, it's lost a bit of it's charm once you've seen it over and over. Still, I have fun, I'm just more aware not to have way too much.

Within the band I have my friends and foes, but it's probably easiest to just list how I deal with everyone.
Jiva- I look up to her, and probably always will. It's hard to find a girl quite like her, that's for sure.
Toni- He's nice to me, considering I'm sleeping with his sister. We get along.
Summer- We make trouble together, and we're good at it. We're the youngest of everyone, so we kinda have to stick together.
Josie- I've gotten to be very good friends with her. She's a bit innocent, but I'm working on it.
Rory- I don't like him. He's the one thing hindering my path to Bryda, I know it.
Bryda- Brydee is... amazing, and someone I've slept with on numerous occasions. However, she's much opposed to the idea of a relationship, which is what I really want from her. I just need to figure out how to change her mind.

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Flannery Lorraine Mallory

❝the older❞

female ll flannery ll twenty-nine ll may fifth