Tour Bus Hell

[Drakulya666]

This is a one on one for Astrox and Drak. If you aren't us don't post.

[Astrox]

❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚JAMIE ALTON YORK❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚

In just two years, he had gone from being the lead singer in a band of local lads, who played at local bars and pubs, to playing in very large concert halls with legions of screaming teenage girls. On the one hand, he thought it was s**t, but on the other, it stroked his confidence. He’d always known he was rather good looking, but there really wasn’t anything quite like having armies of women shouting and professing their love towards him. His music was quite eclectic. Some of the songs were inspired by old Gaelic folk songs he’d heard from his grandmother as a young boy, and punk bands he listened to as a teenager inspired some of his other songs.

When he wasn’t onstage performing, he was often going out to parties, doing bumps of cocaine with pretty girls and drinking far more than necessary. Why not? He was young, talented, and good-looking; the world continues to be his oyster. After he was highlighted in recent tabloid disaster, for being an arrogant, smug cokehead, his band mates had began to keep to themselves, keeping their distance on another tour bus. This shuffled things around a bit.
Rather than being on a bus with a bunch of blokes he had for so long considered his best mates, he was now sharing a bus with a girl, a female singer who he didn’t think much of. Her songs seemed a bit trite and boring, a Janis Joplin wannabe of the twenty-first century. But, to welcome her onto his tour bus, he didn’t want to come across as a total p***k. He made her a sign with a sheet of A4 paper and a biro. It said, “Welcome” and had a few squiggles resembling confetti bordering the text. That was it. Jamie was no good at being sentimental or welcoming.

Jamie sat in the tour bus. The night had been epic on all accounts. He had just played Glastonbury with his band, the Rabbits. His eyes felt fried out of his brain from several lines he done with a girl named Su or was it Clare? He didn’t care. It had been a fantastic night. His mates were all on the bus, jabbering on about it. The Champaign was free flowing and the bus was hot-boxed by an assortment of cloud forming drugs. As he looked through the smoky bus, each of his mates had some random girl on their laps and smiles ear to ear. It was indeed a proper party. One thing was missing, or rather, one person. His new tour bus mate. They’d only been bus mates for two days and hadn’t spoken a word beyond a casual salutation in passing.

Somewhere from the midst of smoke, someone had asked him a question. “How’s life with the girl on the bus?” He couldn’t see their face. In all proper manners of a true smug cokehead he responded, “Ah, she’s a cunty toff. I like my mates better.” His eyes panned around the bus, hoping to make his band feel guilty for leaving him alone.

ooc: gah, not my best, i was sort of rushing towards the end.

[Drakulya666]

Addison•Harley•Levine

Chainfire was this hot new band from New York. It was lead by one rockin' chick and four equally awesome guys. They were like a family, only better because they actually got on well together. Although they could fight like siblings, usually they were totally in sync with each other. Not tonight. There lead singer, Addison Harley Levine was pissed. She hated being separated from the guys, and that was what they were doing. None of them had wanted to agree to this stupid deal, but the label was forcing them. They were starting this tour with a band called The Rabbits. They were a British band with this punk lead singer who was even so arrogant that his own band mates did not want to be on the same bus with him. Anyway her band was being separated, and they had played about thirteen games of rock, paper, scissors until it was officially determined that their valiant leader would be the one to take the spot.

Okay part of the reason Harley had to do all of this was because the group needed the press. If she didn't go in the tour bus with the p***k, the band wouldn't get the tour and despite their talent would likely fall under the radar. She was also the only one who wouldn't knock his teeth out. The boys weren't as even headed as she was. When she had to leave for the separate bus she hugged her boys, and the hardly enthusiastic man with a sign. It read welcome, but was only half-hearted at the most. They had hardly spoken, and although she was pretty much a hippie at heart she was always discrete about her own drug stuff.

To be honest Harley had a few secrets that she kept from everyone, even her own band mates. Harley had to be really careful when it came to recreational drug use because some of it could mix in the wrong way with her prescription medication. When she was twelve she had an experience that changed her life quite literally.She had a health condition and so she took two pills daily to keep it under control. The only reason she kept it to herself was because she didn't want to make the band freak out. They were like her brothers, and she couldn't make them worry about her. It had become part of who she was though, and because of it she had learned to live life like you were dying, because if she couldn't get her medication or it didn't work, she could die. But that's how how medicine was for things like this. She wouldn't run out, and it hadn't failed in over eight years.

With the attitude that she had to live life she exited her room to the fog of marijuana smoke, and cocaine. Harley would never do drugs with him and his crew, but not everyone at the party was from his band. She thought she'd make the best of it at least. She ran a hand through her tussle of golden hair looking at the guys and girls littered around the bus. She heard his comment about herself and ignored it. He was high, and although she knew he meant it, she couldn't rightfully smack him in this situation. She rolled her eyes hoping to catch some hot dude and steal a couple puffs of his joint. And if it got overly lame here she could call up her band and go hang with them.
[ooc: sorry I couldn't think of much
Appearance: [X]
Band: [X]]

I want a new drug
One that won't go away
One that won't keep me up all night
One that won't make me sleep all day
I want a new drug
One that does what it should
One that won't make me feel too bad
One that won't make me feel too good

[Astrox]

❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚JAMIE ALTON YORK❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚

He saw her, almost immediately after as he called her a cunty toff. s**t. Jamie stood up and walked towards her, through a fairly substantial cloud of smoke. “Oi, this alright? Cos, we can move it elsewhere, you know?” A spliff was being passed around the bus at that very moment he spoke. Not one to miss an opportunity, he plucked the spliff out of his mate’s hand and offered it to Harley. Jamie held it for a moment, before realizing she probably wasn’t into smoking weed. Of course.

Chainfire was the opening act for his band The Rabbits. Someone who worked for the label, someone who Jamie didn’t understand, had decided that Chainfire would tour and open for The Rabbits. He didn’t get it. But, his fans were happy with the decision. Harley did have an amicable presence on stage. “You know, you were good tonight. Ease up, call your mates, have some fun with us? I’ve got some lager in the mini fridge, help yourself if you want, your lads too.” Did he ever have lager in the fridge, the poor fridge could barely close it contained so many bottles of beer.

The coke was starting to make him feel more talkative than ever, and he was already a very talkative lad while sober (which was rarely ever, but still). “So where are you from?” He took a hit. In his best American accent, which was s**t, he said “From Texas, y’all!” Jamie began laughing and some how managed to squeeze out an apology between each laugh. “I’m sorry.” He wasn’t really. Jaime began to look at her, she was sort of cute, in that faux hippy sort of way. He grinned at her, even though she probably thought he was the biggest p***k ever. “So, come on, call the lads, drink some beer? You Americans drink right?”

[Drakulya666]

Addison•Harley•Levine

It would be a lie to say that she had not tuned a couple of heads as she walked by. Despite her shaky hand she was an expert at doing her make-up, and the corset top that she was wearing was tied nice and tight as it was meant to be. A jewelled cherry hung just above her chest on a silver chain. A matching cherry was hidden under her shirt, dangling from the belly button ring. When he walked up to her to ask if this party was ok, she just looked him up and down. She was tall for a girl, and the high heeled boots added to that making her just barely shorter than him. He was clearly high. Before answering his question, she took the joint he was offering to her. It may have surprised him that she was into drugs a bit, but really she was a hippie when it came to this stuff.

"I don't really care. Do what you want," she said taking a hit of the spliff. She smiled as she let out a breath. She listened hardly attentive to what he was saying. "Thanks," she said to the compliment he had given despite the fact that it was probably only to make up for the fact that he'd just called her toff. She knew what it was so he wasn't going to fool her with his British slang. She nodded before nonchalantly speaking, "I was gonna call them after checkin' out what was going on here. I'm sure they'll gladly come over for free beer," she said. She knew her boys and they would gladly come over to drink someone else's alcohol.

When he had mentioned helping herself to some beer she nodded with a smile, "I don't come to a party unprepared," she said. Reaching into her rather large bag Harley produced a nearly full bottle of Red Raspberry flavoured Schmirnoff Vodka. Really she'd only drink beer if she was already too drunk to care. she set the bottle back in the bag, pulling out her phone to check it for messages. A part of her wanted to be pissed when he did his Texas impression, but she couldn't. "I'm from the Bronx, you know New York City," she had grown up her entire life in the city. She could be a right bad a** if she actually tried. She didn't even feel the need to respond to his last comment considering she had just shown him her own personal bottle of vodka. She typed a quick message into her phone not taking her eyes off of him. "They'll be over in a bit," she said sliding her phone back in her pocket, and catching someone as they passed another joint around.
[ooc: sorry I couldn't think of much
Appearance: [X]
Band: [X]]

I want a new drug
One that won't go away
One that won't keep me up all night
One that won't make me sleep all day
I want a new drug
One that does what it should
One that won't make me feel too bad
One that won't make me feel too good

[Astrox]

❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚JAMIE ALTON YORK❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚

As he watched her take a puff off the spliff, his eyes widened. He was a bit surprised because she seemed really straight-laced on stage. He was happy to hear that her mates were coming over, which was another surprise, since he had gotten the impression that they weren’t into hanging out with The Rabbits. Deep down Jamie suspected it was because of his arrogance and his defiance against American culture. He knew he was arrogant, but didn’t give a toss what other people thought of him. This was his life, and he was going to live it. As for being defiantly British, it was no secret that he was xenophobic towards American culture. He felt it was partially his duty to sing about being British, before American culture came in and homogenized his motherland.

He watched her, watch him as she pulled her phone out of her bag. Why was she looking at him so suspiciously? “Relax, contrary to what you’ve probably heard. I’m not that big of p***k.” He was referring to a heavily publicized three day cocaine binge he had in the company of three strippers in Liverpool. What most people didn’t know about Jamie was that despite his ridiculous reputation as a party lad, he had only had sex with one girl. The night before his coke binge, his girlfriend of three years overdosed on cocaine. She was the only woman he had ever totally knowingly loved. Their relationship had been quite private as she wasn’t interested in being known as Jamie York’s girlfriend. As a result, her death had received very little media attention. The following night was really the first of many games with death. After he lost her, he felt lost.

Now, just a month after her death, he was on tour, his band mates hated him and he was on a bus with an American, who probably thought he was a complete p***k. Jamie pulled out his stash of cocaine out of his jean pocket and put a little bump on his hand before snorting it. He didn’t even bother to offer her some, she was still too straight-laced for cocaine. He looked around the bus, his cocaine induced paranoia was kicking in. He’d done too much. Sweat was starting to drip off his forehead and his skin was turning gray. Jamie managed to stutter out "s**t…” before leaving her for his room. “All youse arseholes, get off my bus!”

He laid down on his bed and started screaming. “I can still hear you! All youse arseholes, get off my bus! Get off my bus!”He was not well. Not at all.

[Drakulya666]

Addison•Harley•Levine

Harley nodded as he spoke. He was definitely high, and she watched helplessly as he spiraled downward. She was just as confused as everyone else at first, but someone had to take control. "You heard him!" she yelled above the din of the crowd. If there was one thing she could do and that was yell. "Everybody clear out," she said with a bit of a glare at the crowd. They were not happy about being kicked out of the party before it had even started. When everyone was out she closed the door behind the last one. "That's right just go," she said to the back of the door.

She reached in her bag for her phone and called Andy. Andy was the lead guitarist for her band and if she told him something he would see that it was done. Harley was not the most organized, but Andy was. "Hey Andy, baby, no party," she said into the phone a clear annoyance present in her tone. "Yeah he's tweaked out on something, didn't see what." Harley listened to the man on the other end, "I can handle myself. If he starts giving me problems I'll call, but I think I can deal... If he tries anything he'll have more to deal with than a spoiled reputation." With that she hung up. Her band was awesome. The boys were great and like brothers could be very protective. She was younger than all of them, not by much, but they always treated her like a little sister.

Harley walked into her room and grabbed her acoustic guitar, named Hendrix. Harley passed by his closed door pausing looking at the door knob. She knocked on the door. "You have thirty minutes to come out and take a cold shower or I'm calling 999," she said then walked away. Harley didn't care if he was angry at her or anything. She was not going to deal with this every night of the tour. He'd either learn to control himself or go to rehab. She plopped down on a bean bag chair and began to tune the guitar. It didn't take long, though her hands were shaking, which made it take a minute or so longer than it should have. Her shaky hands were part of why she didn't ever play on stage. It was an unfortunate side effect of the drugs she was on. Sometimes when she sat thinking about it Harley couldn't help but compare it to her body wanting to seize up, and due to the drugs all that happens is her hands shake more violently.

She began to strum a cute little song by Adele. It was fairly unknown but it was called Daydreamer. She loved the song and began to sing softly to herself. Her voice was very bluesy, and this soft romantic side rarely showed on stage. Her band was more rock and she added a fun yet soft presence to the hardness of the guitar.As she sung she played around with the notes holding some longer than the original, and cutting some short. Hopefully he'd listen and get his a** in the shower or she really would call 999. She could hear him moving vaguely, which meant he wasn't dead.

[ooc: Sorry this took so long! I've been off the grid a bit since travelling and writing papers (way more papers than I ever wanted). I'll try to be on more consistently though until I'm home my internet access may be a bit shaky depending on where I am. While I'm in Surrey it should be pretty good.
Appearance: [X]
Band: [X]
Acoustic Guiar
Song]

I want a new drug
One that won't go away
One that won't keep me up all night
One that won't make me sleep all day
I want a new drug
One that does what it should
One that won't make me feel too bad
One that won't make me feel too good

[Astrox]

❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚JAMIE ALTON YORK❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚

He heard her. He had meant for her to get off too, but felt too ******** up to argue. “F-f-f-uck!” His body began twitching over his mattress. This had only happened to him once before, where he’d overdosed himself into a seizure. The last time it happened, he spent a good two or three hours shaking after the initial seizure. It hadn’t been nice. Jamie lay shaking on his mattress. Over the course of the next half hour, his body’s uncontrollable jerks and twitches were subduing. He couldn’t get off the mattress though, even at the mere thought of standing up, he vomited into a nearby paper bag. In the background he could hear Harley sing an Adele song. She held his attention away from the rather horrible circumstances he found himself in. Another ten minutes had past, and he had managed to very slowly slide himself off the bed and up onto his feet. His body was still a bit shaky, but at least he could walk a few paces with out feeling ill.

His hand griped the door and he pulled it towards himself, opening up just enough space to walk through into the main area of the bus and into the small shower room. The shower was short, just long enough to wash the sticky stench of sweat off of his body. In and out in five minutes. After brushing his teeth, he exited the small room and headed towards Harley’s door, where he could still hear the soft strumming of a guitar. Somewhat precociously, he knocked slowly before speaking. “I’m alive. No need to bother the Meat Wagon.” Rather than hang around her door like some lost pervert, he lay down on the cushioned bench and looked around at the bottles that his guests had left behind. He sighed. What a bad life choice. Someone had left a package of cigarettes on the table, to which his arm and fingers extended out for and managed to grasp and reel in towards himself. With cigarette in between his lips, he moved into a sitting position and swiped the lighter off the table. As he inhaled, still slightly shaking, he noted just how s**t he felt. The cocaine no doubt had made him even more self-depreciating. And his dumpy and dirty tour bus, accentuated his foul mood like cheap cologne.

Upon tapping the end of his cigarette butt out, he realized he needed to talk to someone about losing his girlfriend, the one nobody knew about. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks. He sniffed, then groaned before wiping the tears off his face. His slim body leaned forward, using the momentum from leaning to stand up. After walking a few paces, he found himself standing in front of Harley’s door. He raised his fist to knock. For some odd reason, he felt he could trust her, even though he didn’t know her at all. “Harley, can I talk to you for a second?”

[Drakulya666]

Addison•Harley•Levine

Her hands shook as she strummed the last bit of the song. She glanced at the clock and gently set the guitar down. It was late enough that she could put her comfy pajama's on.The party wouldn't be coming back here tonight for sure, it wasn't like she had to impress anyone. It didn't take long to change and as she was about to grab her guitar she heard the water in the shower turn on. She grabbed her reading glasses off of the end table and grabbed her guitar again. She hated practicing anything overly new when she was aware people were around to hear it. She felt confident that the shower running was a good enough to cover the number of mistakes she would make.

Harley was sitting on the floor against her bed. The music was on the floor off to the side and each note came out a bit more tentatively than before. When she heard his voice through the door she hit an off note. After that she couldn't get back on the right track. She started from the beginning a bit more confidently this time singing the words with each note. She went through the song once with all the words and was about to begin again when she heard the knock on the door. Harley stood up, not really sure what she wanted to even open the door. When he spoke she could tell in his voice there was something that wasn't right.

She opened the door to see him standing there. She turned sideways opening the door to let him in. If he had had any other expression or tone she probably would have blown him off, but he seemed to be serious. Harley had never really known him to be serious unless it was at partying. Leaving the door open she went to put the guitar away, and grab her sheet music since she wasn't ready for anyone to see it yet. When it was safely stowed in a drawer she turned to face him. "What's up?" she asked.

(sorry this is shorter than I intended
Appearance: [X]
Band: [X]
Acoustic Guiar
New Song])

I want a new drug
One that won't go away
One that won't keep me up all night
One that won't make me sleep all day
I want a new drug
One that does what it should
One that won't make me feel too bad
One that won't make me feel too good

[Astrox]

❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚JAMIE ALTON YORK❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚

His eyes met hers and before long he beckoned her towards the common area on the bus. Nerves were eating his stomach lining, but he had to get it out. “Urmm, I’m telling you this in confidence that you won’t tell anyone. My mates, they won’t understand, and urm, I’m not entirely sure you will either, but you’re a girl and girls are usually better at being understanding and urm…” He babbled on a bit before he fully understood that he wasn’t really talking about what he wanted to talk about. “Alright, a while back I was dating this girl, steady like and it was pretty secret cause she wasn’t interested in being a celebrity’s girl and urm…” A tear rolled down his cheek before he could continue, “she died of an overdose and I just sort of went mental afterwards, with drugs and girls. I’m still going ******** mental with girls and drugs. She was my heart and soul and now that she's gone I don't know what to do.” He spoke from the palms of his hands, in a vain attempt to hide his tears from her, although it was rather unlikely she hadn’t noticed. “I haven’t spoken to anyone about her.”

With his palms covering his eyes he leaned back and let his hands drop, revealing his wet cheeks to this girl he barely knew. “You ever lose someone you love?” As he waited for her answer, he gazed at her, making note of her body language, the curls in her hair and her pyjamas and slippers. He sniffed, already just by being around her, he felt better. Harley’s pyjama top and her zombie slippers made his the corner of his lips turn upward a bit, indicating a slight smile. With his index finger, he pointed down towards her slippers and spoke softly in happier tone. “You like zombie movies too?”

Jamie picked up a pack of cigarettes off a nearby table and placed one cigarette in his mouth and brought his lighter to the tip, but stopped, and lowered the lighter. He mumbled with the cigarette still dangling loosely between his lips. “How do you feel about smoking cigarettes on the bus? Does it bother you? Cause I can always take it outside or chew some Nicorette gum.”

ooc - ugh crap post. i can't believe i wrote it in the first twenty minutes of class, ah ha ha. beats listening to my prof introduce himself, the course, learning expectations, blah, blah, blah. i got the course syllabus, isn't that everything he's just said but on paper. why does this class start so ******** early? 8 in the morning?!

[Drakulya666]

Addison•Harley•Levine

As the words left his mouth Harley could hear that he was stalling. She walked out after him once Hendrix was safe on the guitar stand. Taking a seat on a couch across from his she leaned forward sitting on her hands as was her habit. It was mainly one she had gained when her hands had started to shake due to her meds. She kept fairly still as she fixed her eyes on him and listened to him speak. When he was talking about a girl she was not overly surprised, but there was a feeling in her gut that was telling her they didn't just break up. And as he spoke of the overdose she knew she was right. She felt bad for him, she really did.

When he paused she said softly, "Sorry man, that sucks." She wasn't too good with these kind of things but she did feel sorry for him. Her mind was searching for something else to fill the silence when he asked if she'd lost anyone. "Not in the same way, but I haven't spoken to my parents in four years." It was true they had a slight disagreement about her physical well-being when she wanted to move out on her own. They may have been right, but she never anticipated that her own blatant disregard for her own well being would make them decide not to care either.

She looked down at her shirt and her slippers. "Yeah i like zombie movies, and most of the horror genre. I also have an unhealthy skyrim addiction," she said with a coy, nerdy smile. To be honest she was most guys dream. She hated the gushy romance movies, would gladly stay home and play video games, and she was a rocker chick. She dropped her eyes to the ground before speaking.

"Not to change the subject from zombie movies, but why do you do it?" she asked eyes fixed to the floor. She raised her gaze to his slowly, "That stuff is going to kill you too, and do you think she would want you to have to share her fate?" Harley was trying to speak calmly. Her intent wasn't to piss him off, but to really make him examine his life. If she had been with someone and they died from alcohol poisoning or some other substance, Harley knew she would not be able to touch the stuff even if she previously loved it. Her eyes flickered back to the floor, "Go ahead and smoke."


(Appearance: [X]
Band: [X])

I want a new drug
One that won't go away
One that won't keep me up all night
One that won't make me sleep all day
I want a new drug
One that does what it should
One that won't make me feel too bad
One that won't make me feel too good

[Astrox]

❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚JAMIE ALTON YORK❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚

At her approval, Jamie lit his cigarette. Her prior question left him wondering. Why was he doing this to himself? This act of self-sabotage? He inhaled and then looked up at Harley. As he made eye contact with her, tears began trickling down his cheeks, “I don’t really know why I do it. I know it sounds horrible to say, but I think I like it. I get sort of out of everything; an escape from life, from remembering and missing her.” He paused, “But, yeah, you’re right, I’ll probably die from it.” He shrugged; maybe death wasn’t something to be afraid of. The thought of an early death depressed him. In hopes of feeling a bit better, Jamie thought of good things, the things that he’d miss, like singing, playing guitar and writing poetry. His memory recalled the end of one of his favourite films, Trainspotting, where Mark Renton has a closing monologue about choosing life, rubbish telly and all that. Then and there, he had made his decision. Choose life, it’s what his ex would have wanted. The corners of his lips curled upwards slightly. He was almost smiling, perhaps the closest thing to a sincere smile he’d had in months. It felt good.

After a moment of sitting in silence with what likely looked like a pretty dumb grin on his face, his thoughts migrated and he began to wonder about Harley’s relationship with her parents. He spoke with this on the phone every fortnight. They had expressed that they had hoped to see him do something else with his life, like become a Professor (as they both were) but nonetheless, they supported his choice to be a rock star. He got on well with his mum especially, likely because he was the youngest of the three children and she was the one who taught him to play guitar. “You haven’t spoken to your parents in four years? How do you feel about that?” As he waited for her to respond, his fingers fiddled around with his cigarette before he tapped it out into beer can.

He noted the heaviness of the conversation and decided to lighten it with a more playful tone of voice. A girl who likes horror films, nice! He didn’t really know what this Skyrim thing was though. Jamie looked at Harley and slowly stuttered with a rather confused look on his face, ”S-k-yrim? I have no clue what that is. Video game? Some sort of fancy gadget?” He was for the most part very out of touch when it came to discussing technology (unless it was music related) and entertainment. His band mates all joked and called him the doping Mennonite or A 21st Century Luddite. Neither of which really accurately described his feelings towards technology in particular. Jamie just felt disinterested in the consumerism driving the market, how something new was already yesterday’s news by the time it was released. It seemed too pointless. He’d played Super Mario Brothers as a child with his siblings, and his attention always teetered off towards drawing or playing the piano. But, if he was to make any attempt to clean himself up a bit, he was going to need some sort of new distraction. “So what’s this Skyrim all about? Have you got it here with you?”

[Drakulya666]

Addison•Harley•Levine

Her eyes focused in on the soft glow of the lit cigarette, hardly able to look him in the yes. Harley was not sure how he would take what she just said until he started to speak. At that point she couldn't stare at the fading orange dot. Upon looking into his eyes she could practically see the gears in his head turning. She wasn't sure at first in which direction his thoughts were going until he smile. She'd never really seen his smile. Of course everyone had seen the smile for the fans or the label, but that wasn't real. He had a nice smile when it was this genuine. She joined him in a smile, "You can do all that you just said about the drug with your music."

Harley removed her hands from under her legs. She couldn't sit like that forever since after a little she'd start to get pin and needles. When he asked about her parents the words caught in her throat. She pointed to the pack of smokes in his hand and asked softly, "May I?" Her hands were still a bit shaky but having something for them to do would help. "As for my parents, well it was my own fault at first. I called them after about a year and tried to smooth things over, but things got out of hand. I don't think about it much." So that last part was a lie, she did think about it more than she cared to. Almost every night she dwelled on it. Some of her songs were even vaguely about it. Throughout the story she took hits from the cigarette. She was anxious to get off this topic. Despite the fact that he had just told her about his big secret, she couldn't bring herself to open up about hers. If he asked maybe she'd open up, but she couldn't foresee him actually asking.

When he asked about skyrim she was relieved to be at least temporarily off the subject of her parents and his girlfriend. "It's a video game. It wouldn't be anything special except for the awesome graphics, and the endless amount of side quests. It has a good plot and you can pretty much replay it using different tactics each time." That was literally the best description she could give for it. "Yeah I have it here, I own the pc version so I can play it anywhere anytime I want." As she hit the end of the cigarette she stamped out the butt in an ash tray. Once again she adjusted herself so she could sit on her hands.


(Appearance: [X]
Band: [X])

I want a new drug
One that won't go away
One that won't keep me up all night
One that won't make me sleep all day
I want a new drug
One that does what it should
One that won't make me feel too bad
One that won't make me feel too good

[Astrox]

❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚JAMIE ALTON YORK❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚

He nodded as he watched her make a move for the package. “I’m sort of surprised you smoke. It is a bad habit, you know?” His words were laced with sarcasm, obviously since he had a smoke of his own tucked between his lips. His cheeky mood toned down after Harley spoke of her parents. Why was it, whatever it was her fault?

But, the conversation moved too quickly and onto Skyrim. It didn’t seem appropriate to ask her more about her parents, at least not now. Jamie feigned an interest in the game. Video games were not his thing, likely because when it came to computers he was about a generation behind and often got one of his many computer literate mates to do whatever it was he needed done on a computer. “Maybe we could play it together some time? Is it two player?”
He looked over towards the clock. It was past 3AM. It was time to go to sleep. His fingers pressed the smouldering remains of the cigarette into the ashtray and he stood up. “I’m still not feeling all that great, I think I should probably go to sleep. And I need to feel better by tomorrow, cause we’re playing that gig at The Deaf Institute in Manchester tomorrow, should be fun, its an intimate sort of place, but still big, if you follow me?“ Just before he opened the door to his room, he looked back and smiled. “Thanks for listening, I appreciate that.”

[ ⌚ TIME SKIP-A-ROO ⌚ ]

Jamie woke up early, feeling a bit hot and sweaty, but in a good sort of way. For the first time in a long time, he had a good dream. There was an element of the erotic to the dream, involving the very woman he shared his tour bus with. Although it had been a wonderful dream, he couldn’t make a move on her, it felt too soon and he had so much of his own personal s**t to deal with. And of course, it seemed a little strange to have a dream about a woman he had just only met. Nonetheless the dream had put him in a good mood. Still in his pajamas, an old white t-shirt and a pair of baggy Joe Boxer smiley face boxers, he stepped out into the common area of the bus and peeked out the window. The bus had stopped in some car park in what Jamie assumed was in suburban Manchester. The clock to his right flashed 7:45 AM.

“Oh piss off, can’t be that early!” He knew nobody else would be up but felt somewhat reluctant to go back to sleep. There was no food in the fridge, except for a can of Guinness, which he pulled out and began to drink. Why not? The stout had enough calories to constitute as a breakfast and if he drank it slowly he wouldn’t get so drunk. He snatched the cigarettes off the table and sat down outside on the pavement before putting a cigarette to his lips and lighting it. Once it was lit he inhaled and exhaled slowly before taking a sip from his beer. There was something strange about the place. It didn’t look like Manchester. The car park was empty and the land around it spread out for kilometres without a building in sight. [******** weird.”

The other buses were parked nearby and seemed to resonate with the stillness of the landscape. The more he looked around, the more he realized how unlikely it was that they were actually in Manchester. Or even England. The landscape looked a bit more like that of Northern Scotland, with more trees, definitely more trees than near Manchester. His eyebrows furrowed as his head shook nervously. Jamie ran up to the driver’s compartment and knocked on the window, startling the driver out of his sleepy haze. “Oi! Where are we?!” The driver scrambled around and looked up at Jamie with an alarmed look on his face. “Ah mate, we got lost and just kept driving, only the wrong way. It was dark out! I think we’re just north of Aberdeen.”

Jamie’s jaw dropped and he shook his head “Oh that's real brilliant! Wake up the other drivers, we need to be in Manchester for 6:30 sound check!” He was not looking forward to a six-hour drive when he had anticipated the opportunity to get the bands together for some food and trip to one of his favourite clothing and record stores. It also meant, he had to stay on the bus with Harley, alone for six hours. Jamie boarded the bus once again and it began to move beneath his feet. He gently tapped Harley’s door and spoke softly, “Morning, the drivers ******** up, we’re just north of Aberdeen, we’ll be arriving in Manchester in six hours, or at least I hope. The ******** idiots.”

OOC - I hope you're okay with the time skip? I wanted to move us into the next day.

[Drakulya666]

Addison•Harley•Levine

She looked at the cigarette pressed between his lips, "Look who's talking," she said with a laugh. "Anyways when I smoke it is a very rare occurrence. I prefer a joint to this anyway," she said nonchalantly. Relief washed over her as he said good night. She slipped into her room and practically passed out as soon as she hit the pillow.

• • • • •

The soft glow of sunrise was slipping through the window. Harley's eyes remained closed. Her extremities were shaking rather strongly and she was fighting the urge to get up and end it. She knew that to calm her limbs all she had to do was take her morning dose, but that required standing which was unpleasant. Her limbs did not always do this in the morning, but some days were worse than others.

Eventually she sat up and grabbed the bottle from the small table next to her bed. She fumbled with the child proof cap for minutes and then popped two pills. She closed the bottle with more ease, before grabbing her earphones and ipod. She was listening to Carmen, the opera. It was beautiful and had a very calming effect which was just what she needed. She did not speak Italian, and as she drifted off a bit she did not pay attention to how much time had past.

When he knocked on her door she jumped in surprise. She ripped the earphones out of her ears but did not catch what he said through the door. She hurriedly dressed, walking out to see what he had said as she pulled the shirt down. It was a cropped top, a bit out of season due to the rush, so it cut off at her natural waist. The the shorts were also out of season, but it was warm enough on the bus that she would have been wearing shorts like that anyway. The cherry belly button ring added a splash of color against her pale flesh. Standing just outside her doorway she ran a hand through her hair, "What happened? I missed everything you said through the door."


(Dont worry about the time skip, it worked. Also this post is so shitty but I blame Shaun of the Dead as it was a major distraction to writing this thing. And I needed to play off the dream he had and give him a small peek (-:
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I want a new drug
One that won't go away
One that won't keep me up all night
One that won't make me sleep all day
I want a new drug
One that does what it should
One that won't make me feel too bad
One that won't make me feel too good