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 Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 9:14 pm
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Nick frowned, not liking the turn of the conversation. "Hey now, that isn't true. If it was, Em probably woulda left ya there." he responds, trying to be reassuring. "Ya just gotta be more careful, Birdie. But if you were drinking, that explains why Em ran off like that. The smell of alcohol makes him nauseous, 'specially after what happen'd ta Tom." he stops, getting up and fetching her a glass of water from the bathroom. Handing it to her, he encourages her to drink it before seating himself on the bed beside her. "Havin' fun an' stuff is all well an' good, but drinkin' just ain't cool right now. You're just a kid, after all. There'll be plenty of time to drink an' stuff after you're old enough. But right now, ya just gotta trust us. We'll look out for ya, but raggin' on yourself all the time isn't gonna help any." he goes on, laying back on the bed beside her. "We can't really look out for ya if ya don't let us, Birdie. You're lucky Emmy found ya in that alley before anyone else did."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 9:24 pm
 ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then felt a little pain inside, but it didn't hurt.. it felt right.. She then; not by sight remembered in her head what she had said.. it was definately something she wished she forgot about. "Yeah.....and now I just blamed him for almost everything..well..I didn't blame him..but I was just mad...I guess being a victim, I am gonna attack someone who's attacking me..." She then drank her water rather quickly due to her not feeling so good..she didn;t cry but she felt...touched. Almost like this was what she wanted.. just friends that will treat her right.. not like the bar people...and those people at school...she just couldn't believe those nice words came from someone who got out of high school. "...That was the nicest thing someone has ever said to me..." Her voice croaked a little, but she stopped herself from crying..no waste on tears... but she still felt bad. "Even though I act all..tough and strong... I guess I am just vulnerable..I never belonged into a group for many years...I guess I would to anything to belong..or get someone to like me for who I am..at leats."==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 9:51 pm
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Turning his head to look at Laura, Nick grins broadly. "Hey, Birdie, you're one of us now. We look out for our own." he tells her, taking on the role of big brother. "Birdie, if we didn't like ya, we woulda found a replacement by now. Even Emmy likes ya, he just misses Tom and isn't all that used to making friends with girls." he chuckles quietly, shaking his head. "Ya can't deny he does, if only a little. He wouldn't of tried to get ya away from those guys if he didn't." it seemed that Nick wasn't at all concerned about his friend, despite his running off like that. Emile had had a habit of running off for a day or two, and the raven-haired bass player found nothing odd about it tonight. "Just be yourself, Birdie. It's cool with us."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:02 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then nods as she still denies that Em even likes her but she will for Nick's sake..not wanting to be a bother as she noticed that he was not bothered by Em's 'running-off' days... she guessed he has those days as of her doing her.. 'business'. She then nods again as she felt tired.. a little hungry...but tired..she then kind of shuts her eyes.. almost wishing Nick sleeps on that bed but that would be awkward so she just sleeps like that.. just trying to regain some peace..and just hoping Em is not that mad at her for being such an idiot..for days he had to deal with her s*it..and she thought that everything will be alright...with this new life..but she guessed not.... She then thought about something before she fell deep asleep....would it be harmful to like the Bass Player? She then fell asleep before she could even answer herself.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:18 pm
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{Morning Time Skip?}
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:28 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== Morning had risen.. Laura luckily had a peaceful dream which made her feel at ease.. even though home was a nightmare.. it was like a dream.. frolicking on the grass with a tree filled with apples above your head.. it just felt nice.. if only the people were nicer. She then woke up, yawning as she then decided to take a shower and hum a soft song to herself, making sure she was quiet so she won't wake them up, even Em since he is on the couch again as she is just gonna decided to pretend to not remember anything from that day so the awkwardness will be prevented.. it will just feel a little more better. She then got dressed on her same hoodie, same denim loose jeans, K-Swiss shoes, and her hair.. tied in Pig-Tails again as she laid on the bed again this time just resting up...feeling the need to stay there and never move...==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:43 pm
►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►♫♛♫◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄Not long after Laura had laid back down, the young man on the couch began to stir. Yawning heavily, he reaches up to rub his eyes before flinching. "Ow." he mumbles, throwing the blanket covering him to the floor and clambering off the couch. Snatching two articles of clothing from the open bag beside the couch, he stumbles his way into the bathroom before closing the door. The water could be heard running, and it seemed that Em was taking his time in there for once. The hot water felt nice on his back, though he was eventually chased out by the amount of steam and humidity. Exiting the bathroom wearing only a pair of boxers and jeans, Em reveals himself to his bandmates. A fresh patch of gauze was taped to his shoulder, and the Black Eye from the night before had only grown darker. His hair was dark, almost black, from the wetness of his shower. "I need some coffee...." he mumbles, falling back onto the couch. It was at this time that Mark began to uncurl, falling from the bed when his long limbs had nowhere to go. The guitarist yawned, glancing around the room, though his eyes stopped on his friend seated on the couch.
"Hey, man, what happened to you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." the brunette responds, crossing his arms behind his head. "But if I did, I'd probably claim that I walked into a door or something. One with a really high doorknob that I conveniently did not notice." he closed his eyes, his legs extending to their full length and crossing at the ankles. "Or I might have tripped and fallen. On a rock. A round one, obviously, or my eye would have been poked out." he continues, his mouth twisting into something that was almost a smirk. "Or quite possibly I came upon a scene I found distasteful, and journeyed to right a wrong before it happened, while saving a young innocent in the process..." he paused, blinking one eye open to look at Mark. "But alas, I do not know what you are talking about. So hurry up and shower so I can call room service."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:54 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then hears what had been talked to.. She knew Em was irritated.. especially with his black eye now..she sighs...great she ruined his looks..f-ing fabulous..what else was she suppose to do? She kept her eyes closed and her position still..but somewhat relaxed as she then just hears what they are saying so far...even though she just can't get over the fact that she felt guilty over the whole event.. she laid there.. wondering what they are gonna say..when she has her back turned.. she was always curious..plus they show their real feelings toward them when she is not watching..so she then was aware and also making sure she didn't stir; a sign that she was awake.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 4:47 pm
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 8:10 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then just shakes her head... She decides to get up and sit up, her bangs hides her eyes as she then just speaks: "No thanks...not hungry..." She then just lays back down and continues to have her eyes closed.. maybe she can get that nice dream back and think that right now was just a horrible nightmare...even though Nick tries to say she was one of them..she knew she wasn't..she doesn't belong...Em was still thinking she replaces Tom..she knew she will get fired after World Tour...and obviously Happy Hour makes things worse..what else can she do? Get a cake from Ace of Cakes? That'll be impossible...VERY impossible...she then just takes a breath as she laid there still..eyes closed.. but widely awake.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 8:42 pm
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~An Hour Later~
With his arms full once more, Em kicks at the hotel door in hopes that someone would answer it. Instead, he finds that it swings right open; Mark must have put the deadbolt between the door and the frame to prevent it from closing in preparation of his arrival. Entering the room with a cardboard cupholder with four cups, as well as a medium sized bakery box. Setting them down on the desk in the corner, he turns to survey the room. Nick, though now showered and dressed, was beginning to snore again. Mark, however, was bumping Emile to the side to snatch up his coffee and raiding the little white box. Carrying two of the three remaining cups over to the bed, he bends his leg to tap Nick's head with his knee. "Wake up, Sleepy. Your snoring is extremely unattractive." Ignoring the bass player's next comment, Emile turns his eyes on Laura. "Here." he offers her the other cup, nodding his head towards the box on the desk to encourage her that way. Moving back to take the final cup, and selecting one of the donuts within the box, he moves back to his couch to enjoy his treat.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 9:19 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then just sighs.. why don't they take her seriously...but she shrugs it off she guessed.. she wasn't a breakfast person and she hadn't had a donut for awhile. She then sees him move his head toward the box...she sighs again as she gets up and takes a donut out of there and takes a bite out of it..and then drink the.. coffee..she sighs as she looks at Em, straight in the face but it wasn't malicious..just confused. "Why are you being nice to me? I gave you a black eye before the concert starts and also all I did was annoy you last night, and I thought you said that you weren't gonna help me if I screwed up..I screwed up and yet you help me...why?"==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 9:58 pm
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 11:45 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then frowns when he got down to flirting again. "Don't Flirt with me Emile... I am dead serious you could've just left me to suffer and yet you do this..I don't understand, I thought I replaced your best friend and I was a arrogant b*tch.. why are you helping me? It doesn't make sense." She then just shakes her head so confused as she sits down munching on another donut... maybe she can do something for them...for their troubles of saving her. "Let me take this call.." She then stands up and walks to the bathroom.. awkward room as she then takes a call.. remembering the number as she then calls Ace of Cakes. "Yes.. My name is Laura Nelson...I am the drummer for the Shadow Rosebuds.. I will like to call for a delivery of a cake to The Shadow Rosebuds Concert that is going on tonight at Minnesota... Yeah I like the cake to be a picture frame with the old guys there; Emile, Nick, Mark, and Tom.. standing on a small road along with their tour bus with the old apartments behind the frame, and also a nice Rose..you decide where to put it.....thank you.." She made sure she was quiet as she hangs up and flishes the tiolet making Em' think she was in the bathroom as she then comes out...she seemed a little bit...back to normal.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 11:50 am
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By the time she came out, he was finishing off his donut and coffee. Tipping the cup upside down over his mouth. When nothing came out, he set the cup down on the desk behind him. It was disappointing to him that there was nothing left, though there was always one of the donuts left in the box. Ignoring them for now, however, he can't help but wonder when the other two would come back. "You know, I think they were expecting some sort of fight." he raises a hand, jerking his thumb towards the door. He grins, the expression seeming far more natural than any before. "But really, would I fight you?" he asks, voice coated with sarcasm. Not only would he, he had on multiple occasions. "I'm insulted that they would assume such a thing."
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