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 Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 2:52 pm
"i was trying to find the kitchen"She told him softly looking around.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 2:59 pm
 The word 'kitchen' rang in Bryan's head like an annoying song. He lifted his hand and pointed down the hall. "It's that way." he said with a blank expression on his face, "Come I'll show you." He grabbed Shasta's hand gently and started bringing her there.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 3:01 pm
Shasta blushed very lightly and just followed him to the kitchen."Ok then.."She said softly.
(( my person's name is my real name lol plus i gtg soon))
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 5:48 pm
 ~In the arms of the Angel~
Once in the room his eyes automatically hit the guitar. It was the blood soaked guitar. He hadn't seen it since he nearly killed himself. Never did he think he'd see that damned thing again. It was obvious to him now that she as well was fan of the former him.
The former him, the Angel that stayed out late screaming his songs to loving fans. That boy that every girl wanted. That boy that lost his family because of his fame. He let out a soft sigh before she asked that question.
He pressed his back against the wall, arms crossed, head hung low so that his hair flopped in his face, obstructing the view to his face. "I'm not that boy anymore," he muttered. He hadn't sung in a long time it would seem as the band had broken up after loosing him. Silence was nothing without their ring leader!
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 9:21 am
 Makayla picked up a sheet and threw it over the guitar. She figured he wouldn't want to be reminded of it anyway. She sighed feeling bad she didn't say something. She sat on her floor leaning against the bed and curled up into a ball biting her fingers and looking around. Anywhere but him.
"I beleive you....so don't worry, i'm not going to go squealing fan girl on you" she said soflly. She fell silent unsure what to say so she nodded to the majority of her room. "Welcome to my santuary and home to poetry" She said dramatically still biting her nails nervously. She did feel bad for him, she had heard his story but to be honest she didn't know what to do. Its not like she could have done anything. She turned her gaze on him wondering if she should let him stay here while she left. She could tell she was going to start panicking over something soon. Wether it was over something she saw or not.
She didn't want him to see her like that. he had enough problems on his own without having to deal with her. She watched him a bit longer then dropped her gaze in the akward silence.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 4:03 am
~In the arms of the Angel~
Angel was silent again, peering over at the guitar before letting his eyes wonder over her poetry. He could hear melodies running through his head for them and and his voice softly started to hum it before the words started to form. It had been well over a year since he had last sung, but his voice still sounded just as it did when he was singing with the rest of the band.
It wasn't till a bit later did his voice die down as he listened softly to his humming before it faded away just in head now, he tapped the beat along with his feet on the floor. It would have been a hit if he were out of this place, but then again if he weren't there, he never would have seen the lyrics. It was surprising that he felt the urge to play that bloody guitar even though it was obvious it's what killed his family.
Eventually he snapped out of it, just peering at her from under his mop of black hair, "sorry..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 11:49 am
Makayla had looked up to watch him as he started humming. She closed her eyes and listened to his sot sining and the tapping of his feet on the floor. He was doing that because of her poems? She smiled. Openeing her eyes again she looked at him when he was done. "No need to be sorry" she commented. She shouldn't have had the guitar out anyway. That made her feel majorly stupid. "so you like them?" she asked nodding her head at her poems painting the walls. She was still smirking. She had liked hearing him sing. It had been a while.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 3:37 pm
~In the arms of the Angel~
He nodded slightly at her question, "they have good potential, and if I were still in the business I might have made them songs". He had just then made one a song, but only a song the two of them would know. The tune still jumped in his head as if it were trying to escape. It was crying to be played and sung as he slowly paced over to the guitar she covered.
"The lucky bid goes too," he said pulling the sheet off the top of it. He didn't finish the phrase as he peered at it. "You know the history of this guitar?" he asked softly peering down at it and then up at her with those pale eyes of his.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 5:36 pm
hiniko nara Makayla smiled lightly glad he liked them. She enjoyed how he had made one of them a song. It was kind of stuck in her head. She watched him walk over to his guitar and un cover it. She bit her lip and nodded at his question. "I have heard parts..nothing I could trust really" she said softly staring at his instrument then him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 5:42 pm
~In the arms of the Angel~
Blood, blood so much blood, running down my arms, my skin, that ever chilling flesh More lyrics from one of his songs that now had so much more meaning as he had marks up his arms a few tattoos as well. He picked up the guitar and looked at the strings. They were still slightly tinted from his blood that was spilled on it.
He smirked softly at it and rolled up his sleeve to look at his arm, "what did you hear?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 5:48 pm
Makayla looked at him wonderingly as he picked up the guitar and looked at it. She couldn't help but to wonder what was going through his head. His question had surprised her. The last thing she had wanted to do was make him remember things. She answered him thogh.
"Some said you killed them...others said you found them. But your blood got on the guitar. It was a lot" she muttered unsure what else to say. Of course she didn't need to say who she was talking about.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 5:48 pm
Bryan brought Shasta at the door of the kitchen, but he didn't even open it and hold the door. Instead, he just stood there and said, "Well, here we are. Sorry, but I won't be able to go in with you. Make sure you don't turn on the lights cause they kinda don't like patients out of the rooms without permission." He turned to leave but didn't. He then turned back to her and said, "Would you like that I wait here for you or do you want me to go?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 6:04 pm
] Melody jonson Melody looked to the door just as someone had walked in to check on her. They took one look at her and her tear streaked face, looked over at the rpicture and then rushed forward to try and calm her down and look at the picture. No one could make sense of the picture and despite their questions she said nothing. She just kind of stared at nothing. The death scene was of someone here.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 6:40 pm
"Please come with me...."She said sadley with pain in her eyes alittlebit.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 9:21 am
~In the arms of the Angel~
"There was blood everywhere when I came home from my show," he said, the memory rushing back to him as he peered down at the guitar. "At first I thought it was a joke by a few of my friends since so many of my songs talked about blood... but then," he paused remembering the bloody mangled corpses, My mother. All she ever did was support me and it killed her...
He looked at the guitar intently, "the media started in right away, spreading rumors, all along stalking me where ever I went. I wanted to be left alone so desperately and yet..." he paused again thinking back to when he hacked at his arm with no mercy, letting himself bleed all over the guitar. The media wasn't allowed to air that, or even speak of it, but they followed him, bandaged arm and all as he was moved to this place.
For a long time fangirls had tried to visit him, but he would see no one. He just sat in his room alone. He didn't sing or create any music. He rarely even talked to the staff when they brought him in for counseling. He was truly silent. Not a word came from his lips unless he had a complaint to file. What happened that night was still shrouded in mystery, but the courts couldn't even bother as he had an alibi, his show.
"The blood on my guitar," he turned to face her, "did you see my arm bandaged on tv?"
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