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 Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 1:14 pm
O.K this is my first fan-fic I've ever written. so don't rip me for it.
It's PG-13 because my character has a habit of cussing and there are some refrences to drugs, and she tends to insult certain people.
Status: Complete
Number of chapters posted: 3/3
I'll post bits as often as I can but I don't know when I'll be moving so it may move fairly slowly.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 1:31 pm
The air was surprisingly warm for the time of morning; she could tell that today would be unbarebly hot, she was just glad she wouldn't be onstage that night. But for now she was stuck on a tourbus with 1 guy that thought he was cupid, 1 that honestly didn't have a clue about anything, 1 that was too quiet for his own good and 2 that were usually found drinking.
How far have you fallen honey? From potential teen model, passing art school and that college course with flying colours to working with a bunch of Finns that drive you up the wall and most of which seem to hate you...life was so much simpler last year, working with The Rasmus wasn't work, working with HIM is living hell before you've died
She sighed and stood up, her eyes soaked in the freedom from behind the metallic coloured rim of her glasses as her few stray strands of hair blew across her face. Dust and dirt stirred beneath her feet as she made her way back to the loathed tourbus where the other members of the crew were acting like sluts around four of the five members. Her eye caught Ville; bottle in one hand and f** in the other.
good morning you ******** off Ville you a*****e
She climbed onto the tourbus and saw her favourite membr sat at the back, she went back to join him away from the sunlight and heat. She smiled as she sat next to him and braided his hair, there was a tense silence between them.
Why are you so much more depressed with us? I mean I've seen video diarys from The Rasmus and you were always smiling and laughing with them, you were happy but now you seem so sad, so distant and it dosn't seem like this is the real you
You right it isn't...this is Ville's effect on me, and it won't last. Some one has offered me another job, I would avoid taking it but I just can't stand to be around that a*****e anymore
He gave her an understanding look, fixed his hat and went to join the group outside, she knew he was hurt but she couldn't take it. Besides she was going to work With My Chemical Romance: how hard could it be?
Her bags were packed and she had the plane ticket, passport and enough money to look after herself for a little while when she was in New Jersey. She didn't want to leave Burton or Mige behind but it was all planned.
Well I'm ready, bring it on My chem.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 12:12 am
She sat outside an airport in NewJersey, as she had been for around 3 hours. She should have been used to moving around by now, but she still wasn't. She sighed and looked down the ever increasingly busy roads.
I could so use something to calm me now, why did I leave my dope with Burton?
She shook her head and rooted around in her bag, eventually she pulled a small bottle of whisky out just as she did a guy in a skeleton suit walked up.
Excuse me, but are you Caitlin Hallows?
Yeah, but call me Cait; everyone does...you would be Gerard right?
The one and only, anyway we need to get moving in a bit so I'll show you the bus. Your not one of these women that travel stupidly heavy are you?
Me? travel heavy? I wouldn't dare, I don't know how
He laughed and picked up a fairly small suitcase and she slung a bag over her back; all she ever took anywhere with her was in those 2 bags and she was more than happy with it that way. He opened up a compartment in the side of the bus and slipped her suitcase in.
Do you need me to put the other bag in or not?
No, I'll need it anyway
He shrugged, colsed the compartment and banged on the side of a door, it opened up and noise could be heard, like some sort of fight was going on.
She went up the steps after Gerard, a couple of guys were pinning another to the ground. Gerard threw a coat at them and they sat up and looked at him.
Stop torturing Ray
But it's fun to toture Ray
I don't care, stop it...besides you'll scare the girl away
Girl? where? Since when did we have girls on the tourbus?
Poor Ray, girls on the mind again...well actually your hair takes up most of your mind, so I don't know where the room can be found for much more
Shut it Frankie
And I thought HIM were strange...these people take the biscuit
Ignore them, it's just Frankie and Ray, I dunno where Mikey and Bob are, probably sleeping...anyway who have you worked with before then?
HIM and the rasmus, HIM most recently...I tried to be a roadie for cradle on work experience
He smiled and appered slightly amused at the idea.
I wondered where you got the accent from, so what was it like? Working for them I mean
She rolled her eyes and sat down, she paused for thought. She really didn't want to talk about HIM Depressive bastards.
Working with The Rasmus was fun, those 4 never grew up and they treated me properly, never took advantage of me and always took me into consideration when planning anything. But working with HIM was so depressing, I was rarely noticed when they weren't drunk and when they were I was only there for mental abuse and Ville thought he was so perfect and all I ever got off him in paticular was a load of satanic crap
He grimaced at her recount of her time with HIM, he was clearly not impressed by either her attitde to them or their attitude to her; she couldn't tell to be honest and not that it bothered her. She sat for a bit playing with the thin gold chain around her neck, furter down it was a small, undecorated, wooden cross. It had ben her only comfort in days past. Whenever she had thought of death, it was her cause to remember life. Whenever she felt weak, it was her strength. Whenever she was afraid or hurt, it became her comforter and protector.
What is that? D'you mind if I had a look?
No, go ahead. It's about the only thing Ville didn't destroy of mine. Mostly because I never took it off.
So your a Christian, right?
She nodded and slipped it from around her neck, the wood was damaged and old, it kept splintering and small sections would chip off every so often, the entire thing was battered and the chain was stained from lack of proper care. It was made to fit into her hand so it was extermely small considering she was classed as petite. She picked a small bible out of her bag and looked at the small slip of paper inside the front cover, alot of pages were missing or only half of it was there.
He must have really hated Christians
Or just the concept of Christianity
You should talk to Mikey about this. I mean he's more likely to not get lost in a conversation with you. He's like our spiritual councellor or something.
He laughed nervously, kind of like an asmatic[sp?] kitten. By this point Ray and Frankie had calmed down, Frankie had stopped torturing Ray and both were sat watching them.
Dosen't that drive you crazy, when they just sit and stare at you?
Gee nodded in agreement, at this point a small emofied person came down the bus from the beds and sat down, trying to look half-asleep and failing, but not too badly.
How long have you been awake, and don't lie. I can tell.
Since Frankie started torturing Ray about an hour ago, you 2 make so much noise. I'm surprised that Bob isn't up. Wow...new girl, I wondered whst Ray was yelling about
Yep, and she's Christian so you can have a conversation and the other person won't get lost at the start of it...Ray and Frankie cut it out you'll drive me crazy.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 10:37 am
she looked out the window as they pulled up at a service station; they were back in the UK and things hadn't been so bad...none of them had hurt or insulted her, they had backed off when she had asked them, but something was missing.
It has been near enough 12 weeks and this is the last strech of the tour, where I'll go from there...who knows?
Hey Cait. Why so down?
Hmm?...oh nothing, just figuring where I'll go from here
He smiled and rubbed her head, messing up her hair. He stood up and walked away as the door opened and they piled out to do their own thing for a bit.
I suppose I could go back to HIM...Burton still has my dope...I want it back
She swung her legs off the seat and left the bus. Gerard was leant against the bus and Frankie was sat down near him; Ray, Bob and Mikey had dissappered off somewhere.
Hi Cait
Yeah, hi Cait
Good morning you crazy people
So...how you gonna spend your last day with us?
Um...drink I guess and I dunno, something else I suppose
Sounds like fun, can we join you?
I suppose so, but only if you control yourself Frankie
YAY...PARTYPARTYPARTYPARTY
At this point Gerard hits Frankie over the back of the head, Ray, Bob and Mikey walk round the corner and pile on Frankie for some unkknown reason. She shrugged and decided to join them, after a few moment her mobile goes off and she left the minicrush to answer the call.
Hi; It Eero here, heard you were coming to the end of your latest job. Just wondering if you were interested in coming back...my reason is...
It's boring without you
As Lauri so intelligently put it, yes it is boring
Hmm...out of work or go and work with 4 slightly immature guys, or go back to that depressive satanic b*****d...no competition; I'll have to go with the nutters
There was a roar at the other end of the line and a chant of party. She smiled and whispered by as she closed the phone.
People I am going back to Finland, not to work for that a*****e with his ******** up, warped belief but for 4 highly immature and fun crazy people that I have always loved working with
So who's the depressive one and whos the fun ones?
Ville Valo of HIM is the depressive one, but the 4 fun ones are my crazy friends The Rasmus
Would you ever come back and work for us?
Sure, someday; after all until then you get a temporary stand in for my face
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 9:16 pm
So any opinions?
Advice to improve it?
Things I could change?
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