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Topic Started: Dec 6 2011, 12:06 AM (396 Views)
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riley fen hastings
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Dec 6 2011, 12:06 AM
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22, BUZZNET PHOTOGRAPHER, LEIGH!
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 we are broken - - W H A T M U S T W E D O T O R E S T O R E - - our innocence
Riley had too much to drink. Again. It had become a usual thing for her. She knew it wasn't good, but the only way she felt better about losing Jack was with an inebriated mind. As she crawled silently (she hoped, anyways) out of her bunk, Riley had her usual epiphany: She didn't feel any better. She felt worse. Riley tiptoed as quietly as she could towards the door, feeling around for her cigarettes as she went. As luck would have it, she found them sitting on the floor next to her hoodie. Riley wasn't exactly sure where they were anymore, the days were beginning to run together. She pulled her hoodie on over her head and grabbed the carton of cigarettes. She stumbled down the steps and out of the door. The sun was barely peeking from the horizon, and there was a slight chill in the air.
Riles plopped down on the ground and leaned back against the large tire of the tour bus. As she lit a cigarette, she found herself wondering what her family was doing. Surely her dad was already awake and ready to head to the office, and to his big breasted secretary that Riley caught him with. She had no idea what her mother and younger siblings, twins Jude and Juno, were up to anymore. Grandpa and Nana were still asleep, she knew that much. And Jack...
She took a deep inhale of her cigarette. "Stop it," she whispered to herself. Riley didn't want to subject herself to that torture, especially when she'd gotten piss drunk to feel better about the Jack situation. His face whirled around in her head, making her dizzy and nauseous. Riley curled up in a ball, pulling the sweater over her knees and resting her forehead against the cool metal of the bus. The whirling stopped, temporarily. But out of fear of getting sick, Riley kept her head there. She closed her eyes and puffed on her cigarette.
Status: shitty completed intro. Words: long enough? Muse: asking alexandria Tagged: your mom Outfit: glamour kills hoodie & soffee shorts. Lyrics: We Are Broken - Paramore Credit: SHE'S GOT A POINT?! @ Caution 2.0.
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harrison samuel ryder
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Dec 12 2011, 12:48 PM
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21, LYMI LEAD GUITAR, BRIANA!
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Harrison was rarely the first one awake on the Like You Mean It bus but lately he'd found it difficult for him to sleep in. Whether it was something different in the atmosphere of the bus--which was quite possible with everything that was going on with Kaylee and her being a new addition to their bus--or it was his general excitement for all of the people he got to be around daily, he wasn't quite sure. Perhaps it was a mix of both and in that sense he didn't mind too much. He loved being on tour. It was where he thrived. He was very much a people person and took the opportunity to talk to anyone, even if he'd never spoken a single word to them before. He found it easy to relate to others and he made an extra effort at doing so. He knew it probably stemmed from the situation with his family back home, but not very many people knew full details. He just knew what it was like to not have someone that really accepted him for who he was or what he wanted to do and he swore he wouldn't end up like that. So he took that extra step, asked both fans and fellow tour members about things they liked to do, talked about nearly everything. He wanted to hear what they had to say.
They'd pulled into the next city maybe an hour before and he'd taken it upon himself to get himself, Chase, and a few of the other band and crew members something for breakfast. There was food on the bus, but he had a habit of scrounging and eating other people's food when it didn't have a label, so he was sure that he'd probably eaten someone's and he wanted to make sure that everyone had at least a breakfast of choice. He had a good memory and was able to pick out at least one meal for each that he'd gotten for them in the past. Carrying a large paper bag by the handles, he made his way back towards the bus, warm cup of caramel apple cider from Starbucks clutched in his other hand. He wasn't a coffee fan, but that was certainly a drink he couldn't pass up on such a crisp morning as this one.
As he walked passed the buses where he hadn't expected to see anyone awake yet--as most were the type to sleep in, like he usually would--he noticed a brunette seated by the Buzznet bus, her head pressed against the metal as she took a drag from the cigarette in between her fingers. He slowed to a stop, trying to place if he had seen her once before, but it didn't seem likely. He would have recognized a pretty face like hers. "Morning," he greeted, smiling over to her. "Aren't you cold?"

tag(s) riley/leigh | notes hope this is alright | words some number | music: nothing like you by frightened rabbit | outfit: click | credit brought to you by mistleh0e at CAUTION 2.0
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riley fen hastings
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Dec 13 2011, 12:48 AM
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22, BUZZNET PHOTOGRAPHER, LEIGH!
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 we are broken - - W H A T M U S T W E D O T O R E S T O R E - - our innocence
Lost in her intoxicated bliss, Riley wasn't entirely too surprised that she had not heard the guy approach. She feared opening her eyes to greet him. What if she became sick? It had been a long while since she was able to drink this much. She could suddenly recall the feeling of her stomach being pumped when she drank herself in the hospital back in you-know-who's hometown. It was a gut-wrenching (literally) feeling that Riles never wanted to feel again. But she needed to get over it, whatever it was. Jack? Her insecurities? Her drinking problem? Her guess was all three. Riley sighed and opened her eyes. Glazed over as they were, they actually teared slightly at the rising sun. It had grown brighter. How long had she been sitting there? "He-hi," Riley sat up, rather embarrassed that someone had found her like this. God, she must've looked pathetic.
She sat up and rubbed her forehead, which was creased from resting her head for so long. "Ha, I guess I am a little cold." She looked up at her company, whom she recognized right off the bat. Not that she'd ever met Harrison, but there were only so many people on tour. She'd also seen them countless times so far on the tour, taking pictures of them and whatnot. He was easy on the eyes. Then again, a lot of the guys on the tour were good looking. If she was the old Riley, she'd try something with one of them. It was a depressing thought, though. The fact that she might not give a chance to anyone new who wanted one made her sad. Riley was convince that she was going to die alone. Perhaps with a large number of cats.
Riley mentally laughed the though away, sick of her self pity and self loathing. She spotted the bag of food and hated the idea of eating. The thought made her sick, though it would probably help with the nausea. "One day, kick ass guitarist. The next, delivery boy?" she asked, her voice weak with how exhausted she was. How'd you get suckered into that job? Riley looked up at him from her spot on the ground, half-smiling as she took a drag from her cigarette.
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Status: boondock saints keeps distracting me. Words: long enough? Muse: asking alexandria Tagged: your mom Outfit: glamour kills hoodie & soffee shorts. Lyrics: We Are Broken - Paramore Credit: SHE'S GOT A POINT?! @ Caution 2.0.
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harrison samuel ryder
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Dec 13 2011, 01:39 AM
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21, LYMI LEAD GUITAR, BRIANA!
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As the girl opened up her eyes and looked at him, he started to regain a recollection of where he had seen her before. It was brief and they hadn't held a conversation of any sort, but she had been one of the ones that had taken pictures down in the photo pit. He was constantly moving around on stage, but there would be times he'd focus his attention downward to get a good close up shot ever once in awhile and he was almost positive that he'd definitely had an in-your-face shot with her once before. He placed down the bag onto the ground gently, being sure not to let the contents jostle around too much for fear of things spilling out and making a mess, before he stood up straight and pulled the jean jacket off of his shoulders, holding it out to her.
"Here," he said as he offered it to her. "Use it to keep you warm while you're out here. I've got this thing," he spoke casually as he motioned towards the black hoodie that he'd been sporting beneath it. "Besides, I'm toasty. God bless Starbucks." He let out a laugh, the edges of his eyes crinkling as he did. He took a quick glance at the time on his small wrist watch, he figured that the people he'd gotten food for wouldn't even be awake right now so he could stop and chit chat for a bit.
Sitting down across from her, he pulled his legs criss-cross in front of him, taking a sip of his warm drink and letting it run down his throat to warm his body. "I guess you could say delivery boy," he chuckled as he glanced over at the bag beside him. "I sort of volunteered myself. Everyone else is still passed out, but I've been eating their food and I kinda feel bad. So I decided I'd go and get them breakfast to make up for it. They don't actually know it's coming." He gave a small shrug as he reached into the bag, pulling out one of the many extra hash browns he'd bought. "Want one? I got like 12 extra."

tag(s) riley/leigh | notes hope this is alright | words some number | music: nothing like you by frightened rabbit | outfit: click | credit brought to you by mistleh0e at CAUTION 2.0
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