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 Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 9:55 pm
 ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== "Nothing, just jealously and a 'normal' beating as I like to call it. It's normal for me to deal with that situation." She then got a ice pack on her as her face was definitely scarred and all bruised up.. but ehr face wasn't puffed up like normal people would have; she got used to it; she can only get bruises.. She then just sat down and just rubbed the ice pack on her head as she was feeling a lot of headaches; in which she was used to and also feeling a bit weak..since they kicked and kicked like a damn kangaroo. She would've said 'Why did you save me? You hate me. But she kept that to herself, but he is right about it..she was just a drummer...a rhythm that was important to the band...that is all she was to this group...just a machine...not even has a human being. No wonder her Father was unsure about the idea..it just becomes miserable later on in life. She then felt her cheek as she now has a small toothache because they punched her face a couple of times; her stomach was acting up because she got punched there a lot; she felt like she was going to vomit... She showed some signs that are unnoticeable to vomiting but she felt like she can get to the bathroom quick before it happens."Thanks for helping and all, but it's normal for me to have 'that' going on in life, it makes me feel a bit...'stronger' even though I hate it and wonder why I have that... 'motive'." But really..it just makes her wonder how though...how she get into that in the first place? It just drives her into curiosity.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 10:31 pm
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Was she normally beaten on then? That was no good. He'd have to stop that somehow; not because he liked her in any way shape or form, but because he really didn't want to go through the hassle of finding a new drummer. "I don't let such things happen before me. The thought that others would just watch, or even participate, makes me sick." he informs her, eyes closing once again. "But from my own experience, most people don't just attack out of nowhere. Might you have said something to set them off?" he knew that some fans really were that crazy, but he still wondered. She'd probably insulted him; it made the most sense, considering they all appeared to be his fans, but he wanted to know for sure. ►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►♫♛♫◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:33 am
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== "Nah, they are just like Team Edward, wanting a guy and if a girl is close to him, they'll beat ehr to the pulp and get the guy when they have a chance; it's like that." She then grabbed the bottle and then got to the bathroom, but she looked like she was rushing...well..she had to vomit. So much for that Happy Hour she was planning to go to...IF she even had a chance that is. She then opens it and squeezes it, but she doesn't put it on; she'll pretend she did...but....oh fine. She did put it on over her face and suddenly stopped. "I don't need anyone to help me....I can deal with it on my own...maybe...."She said it in a low tone so Em wouldn't hear through the door. She then puts the stuff away and took the Tylenol with a glass of water then came out. "Surprised your the one who decides to step up, knowing you,...only a little, you would've watched in satisfaction that someone you hate is having their a** kicked." She then sat down as she felt too weak to even stand up. Where did the other two in the band go?==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:36 am
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"If it had been just you and that lovely redhead, I wouldn't have interfered. It would have been fair then." he continued to read as he spoke, no longer giving his full attention to Laura. He remained quiet as Nick and Mark boarded the bus. They both looked tired, but seemed satisfied. Noting the marks on Laura, they first looked at Em, then back to the girl.
"He didn't hit you, did he?" Nick asks, bending to get a better view of the girl's face. He glanced over at Emile, frowning. "I know you don't like 'er, but geez, man. Hitting girls isn't cool."
The other boy remained quiet at the accusation, giving no answer either way. Simply turning another page, he seems set to ignore the problem as well as the others on the bus.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 3:09 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then bend backward a bit as she then saw Nick was trying to get closer to get a better view. Having blush on her cheeks:"Uhhh...no...it is half his fault though for having so many fans that can't keep their hands to themselves..." She then rubbed her head as she then let out a sigh. "So much for Happy Hour...." She mumbled as she then was going to go to bed. ".....Thanks for checking Nick, oh and Em..... I still don't like you either but if you haven't stopped them, I would've been in the hospital so I'll say my thanks..for now." She then went inside the bedroom and closed the door to go and get some sleep.
She then got to her room and sang 'Remember me' Quietly so no one could hear. She doesn't know if her voice was angelic or not..but to herself..it felt nice.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== ((Sorry I am not putting up as many sentences as I am used to putting down.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 5:20 pm
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{It's fine. xD I short posted here because I figure a timeskip is in order, but I'll let you do that.}
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 5:38 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== It had been a few hours... maybe about...7 hours. Since the concert ended at 10 pm and now it was 4 am. She then sat up and sighed. She couldn't really get some sleep...She woke up at 4 am like she knew she would sometimes and then looked through her texts as she then heard it vibrate...well crap. It came from her Cousin...her name was Madlinka. Weird name..but you know. Madlinka was a strange name for a 18 year old girl.. a farmer as a matter of fact. Her farm was the best place to be at Summertime. Laura kind of wanted to come back there someday...as a refuge home..just for peace and quiet. She then looked through the text; Madlinka heard about the band and stuff.. and Madlinka wanted her and the three men to come over since their gig is not for another week or so..even though it's a 2 day travel there. Madlinka's home was smack in the middle between where they are and the other place..god who knows where now Laura thought. She texted back saying undecided...She'll talk to them. She then sighed as she then decided to do a song so she can sleep. "Remember Me" was something both her and Madlinka came up with..well Laura made it up.. Madlinka was the editor.
She then just sang a bit softly of her Song. She imagined it using drums and so...then she sang softly, not really noticing that she might wake someone up.. but she didn't sing it too loud. If you REALLY paid attention, then you'll hear her. ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== ((Also, the one who sings it.. that is what Laura's voice should sound like if it turns to a TV cartoon.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 6:16 pm
►►►►►►►►►►►►♫♛♫◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄ Still awake at such an hour, the singer laid his head back on the arm of the chair. The small book light he'd been using was starting to strain his eyes, and he figured it was time to try sleeping again. He'd slept for about an hour after midnight, noting the clock to be one thirty after a few minutes of just lying there. When his attempt at sleep didn't work, he'd given up and pulled out his book and one of many book lights. He listened to Nick's deep breathing, and Mark's loud snores before picking up another sound.... How strange. Was that a woman's voice? He stood up slowly, stretching his back from the awkward position on the couch. Moving softly through the moving van, he rests on hand on the wall beside the one holding the door to Laura's bedroom.
He listened quietly to her singing, having figured it was her by this point. He listened quietly, leaning closer to the door as the song progressed. After she finished, he stood there for a moment longer. Turning to leave, he tripped on the hem of his flannel pants. Damn it, I meant to have those hemmed... he chided himself, managing to catch himself with his hands. This made, however, a loud thumping noise as his knees hit the ground. He winced, feeling dual shocks of pain shoot up and down his legs. He rolled onto his back, and squirmed into a sitting position with his legs stretched out in front of him and his back to the bedroom door. That had hurt... a lot.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 6:25 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then jumped in in shock as she then heard a big 'bang' from the main bus as she then stood up and wondered...was someone LISTENING to her?! Well crap! She should've been more quieter so no one will hear that! She then opened the door...having a 'frightened' face...then it slowly went to annoyed.. it had to be HIM to hear it. Why couldn't it be Nick or Mark? Since she can trust them keeping it a secret..no.. IT happened to be Em. She then rubbed her head as she then went to the bathroom to find..well..stuff for his knee.. since it looked like he hit it badly enough to hurt it. So she got what she needed..plus that green goop she had to use for her bruises..how hard he hit it though..he probably would have a big boo-boo by now. She then returned with a wet rag that felt very warm...probably something you get if you have a cold. "Alright, just stay still. Otherwise it's not easy going to fix that...... 'good' skin of yours." She mumbled the word 'good' because she didn't want to compliment.
She then set him down on the couch and then gave him that green goop and also puts the warm rag onto the knee..so the pain will subside a bit quicker. "If you don't keep quiet whatever you heard from the bedroom, I will make sure you won't speak words for weeks." It was suppose to be a threat, but she said it so she doesn't get popular. "Besides, I don't want attention, I rather have it from drums than something I always hated anyway."==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 6:43 pm
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"Really?" he asks, sounding almost amused. It was more to the fact that she was tending to his knee than at her singing; it hadn't been bad, really. Certainly not bad enough to laugh at. "It wasn't half bad. Did you write that yourself?" he asks, rolling up his other pant leg to check on the other knee. It hadn't hit nearly as hard, and the pain was already dulling, especially in comparison to it's twin. He unrolled the one pant leg as that knee was in much better condition, and really wasn't in need of any attention. He turned his attention back to her, raising an eyebrow. "When were you planning on telling us that you wrote songs?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 6:51 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== "Never... it was mostly a hobby..something to do for Fun.. I never thought of it as a job. Madlinka would usually get her small guitar and play the music and we sing for who knows how long till we get a good tune. 'Remember Me' just happened to be the first song we did; it took about 2 weeks to perfect it. I rather do it when we do Karoake or just for fun; otherwise, it's not great for business and crap." She then then got the Aloe whatever and massaged the goo onto his knee; It might hurt for him since she was going through it a bit hard but it was going to help him sooner or later. "By the Way, Madlinka heard I was here and she wants us to come over..or if we're ever going to. It's just for a day or so." She then got the warm-wet rag and flipped it over so it can warm up his knee again. "Besides, Drumming is a lot more better for me. I rather do that for a career anyway." She then just sighed. "Don't tell them I write songs. I can write them for you, but your going to have to cover me, just say 'you made them' if they ever asked. I rather keep quiet about it."
She then got the notebook going through the whole list of song lyrics she and Madlinka made. "Most here is how School in Reality Sucks, School Cliques like Jocks, Goths, Emos, Punks, Bratty Cheerleaders, and the 'Real kids' which I call them the 'Normal' people. The rest are just...well......for my Dad you know. But you can make it a love song to some girl." She then tosses him the notebook. "It has about 5 of the lyrics in there."==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 7:05 pm
►►►►►►►►►►►►♫♛♫◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄ "So I have full permission to the contents of this notebook?" he asks, flipping through it. He probably wouldn't use a bit of it; the school related things were more superficial boy band material than for a rock band like them. The one she had been singing just now, though... that was good. He wasn't sure if he could pull it off, but it was still good. "No trying to sue me for using your original material?" he asks, scanning the page he recognized as the one she had been singing. At the mention of another girl, however, he glanced up.
"We have a week or so before the next gig, so I guess." he paused, holding up the notebook. "In exchange for access to this, I won't fight it. You'll have to see if Nick and Mark are cool with it, though." wincing as she rubbed the aloe into his knee, he shoots a glare at her. Did she have to be so rough? "But before that... who's Madlinka, and where does she live?" he asks, thinking that maybe these details might be important.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 7:16 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== "My Cousin....and my first and only friend. She is the daughter of the mayor of a town that is in the middle between where we are going for our gig and where we are right now, so we won't be off the path if we go there. It's a nice town. They have a few haunted places; mostly hotels... Madlinka is also the co-owner of a horseback riding program she has in her backyard.. and we usually go for about 10 miles around the block. She is a farmer and she will have a 'farmer' assist. She is also good at playing the Guitar by the way, although she ain't interested of being famous. She says she just wants to own a ranch and do horse-back riding and that's it."
She then stopped rubbing and then frowned. "Don't glare at me like that mister, or you won't be able to see the 'girls' at the town. They're big fan of yours although they are actually NOT crazy, they are normal ones..for once." She then went to back at the notebook. "You have access to it.. 'ALTHOUGH'-" She didn't say it in a loud voice, but it focused on that word. "I am still going to write on it, and anything you see in it stays confidential..plus some writings; cause those lyrics were bad the first time I wrote them." She then shows her the picture of Madlinka riding a white horse; the hair on the horse was also braided..like hers. "Keep it a surprise though for them, I want them to get confused on what the hell is happening..it will be fun to watch.... And I am wondering why she is up at 4 in the morning?"==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 7:53 pm
►►►►►►►►►►►►♫♛♫◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄ Listening to Laura as she spoke, he began to flip through the notebook again. He smirked when she mentioned girls and their being normal; he wasn't interested in crazy fans anyway, so it was for the best. "What are you going to do to keep me from seeing them, handcuff me to my bed?" he asks, his smirk widening. He wasn't really into that kind of thing, but it might be interesting... He could probably just pick the lock, but he'd let her try it. "I'll put it with your stuff when I'm done with it. The guys would know it wasn't mine, anyway." he flipped to the cover, tapping it with one finger. "My notebooks are always yellow." it was a long story, one not really worth getting into. It was handy to keep from getting notebooks getting mixed up with others, but also made it easy to find which one was his.
He looked at the picture he was shown, raising an eyebrow at the girl in the picture. "She's cute." he comments, looking at it. "Are pigtails a big thing in your family, or something?" he asks, seeing as the girl in the picture also wore her hair in the style. Madlinka looked like a sweet girl; he liked sweet girls, but he had a habit of making them cry. It wasn't on purpose, but they were just so much more... fragile. He'd have to be careful, unless he was completely wrong about the girl. Either way, he was looking forward to this little excursion.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 8:31 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== "No... I just copied her hairstyle because it looked fashionable and also ways to do. She did that style first, I just copied it." She then stretched and then grew a little agitated..but it wasn't as bad as usually at Em. "Flirt with her...she will kick your a**; trust me.. I seen her doing it. But it's much more better than Midnight using his hooves to make sure your over a cliff." She then sighs as she laid down on the couch again; next to him. She then brought her phone up and replied that it was ok. She then got to the bus driver and told him a different direction to go to...
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"We're here." She then showed them the Plantation house her cousin lived in. Nick and Mark were so confused to why they are here. "We're taking a break, it was a congratulations from Em to you for the first Gig of World Tour, so we got Horseback riding.. Haunted Houses/Hotels, Karoake tonight umm.... A campfire to do for today...and...well..sleep under the stars how that sound?" Nick got interested in the Haunted Houses while Mark listened more when he heard Campfire and Sleeping under the stars.
Laura then heard a door come out as she then saw her cousin come out with a big grin on her face, plus a Woman there which seemed to come back from some Baseball League and also had the same hair color as Madlinka."COUS'!" That was Laura's name when Laura comes to this town. Cous' not Laura... Cous... She then sighs as she then got a tackle hug in which Laura stood up perfectly still. Madlinka missed her favorite Cous' since last year, hearing about her success in a dream; just made her happy. "Everyone is going to be happy to see you Cous', plus we got the whole day planned out.!.....Oh, is that them? Hmm..." She then looked at the three guys...Em, Nick, and Mark...she then came and whispered to her Cous' "The black-haired guy is cute, The Singer...well...thought he would be at least decent."Laura couldn't help but laugh a little bit. Maybe Nick should be that 'sexy' singer..oh well."Oh well. The brown hair guy is Em, The Black-haired gentlemen is Nick, and the spiked-hair boy is Mark. We're going to only stay here for a day then we'll have to get going."==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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