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Post by aphrodite lynn emmahaust; on Nov 13, 2011 0:28:05 GMT -5
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[/div] it's only a matter of time green eyes, blue skies, natural disasters when she cries
Though most people craved something exciting and new in their lives, Aphrodite Emmahaust was the type who enjoyed familiarity and routine. It provided her comfort and relief when she could rest well assured that nothing would change anytime soon. As expected from her type, she stuck to a very meticulously crafted schedule every morning.
Her alarm clock went off and she reluctantly peeked out from beneath two layers of sheets to glance at the neon green numbers flashing on a black background. When exactly five minutes passed by, she yawned and sleepily rubbed the back of her hands against her eyes, groggily pressing the off button to the alarm and then gingerly getting up. She quietly rummaged through her clothing to pick out a simple, black, long-sleeved dress, a grey sweater, and a pair of black tights before snatching up a towel and heading to the bathroom in the rear end of the tour bus. The idea of a warm shower was the only thing on her mind as she stripped and stepped into the shower, turning the knob to lukewarm water. All the tension in her body dissipated and she felt herself relax, though her moment of peace was brief and came to an end when the water began to turn a light shade of brown.
Letting a small squeak of surprise escape her lips, Aphy quickly jumped away from the stream of water shooting out from the showerhead and stared wide-eyed, confusion written all over her face. She extended her hand and let the water run over her fingers for a good few seconds before cautiously deciding that it probably wasn’t anything toxic or flesh-eating. She quickly stepped back into the water to rinse the strawberry scented shampoo out of her vermillion red hair and the vanilla scented soap off her pale skin before quickly turning off the water and hopping out, wrapping a large towel around her petite figure. The tinted water didn’t seem to leave any questionable residue on her skin and was wiped off quite easily like regular water, and after wrinkling her nose a few times, questioning what had just happened, she realized that the slight scent of tea wafted faintly from among the scents of strawberry and vanilla.
Perhaps the liquid that came from her showerhead was in fact tea, though Aphy couldn’t be bothered to hang around to make sure. She had already wasted enough time on staring curiously while in shock and was now a bit behind schedule, meaning she had to rush while she brushed her teeth and continued her mourning routine. Quickly slipping into her clothes, she tossed her towel onto a rack and ran a comb through her unruly hair, stepping out of the bathroom and slipping into a pair of black flats before stepping out of the tour bus that All That’s Love band members typically resided in. Her jade green eyes flickered around as she took in her surroundings and she began walking, unsure of exactly what she had planned for the day. She just hoped that people wouldn’t give her odd looks if they caught the scent of tea in her hair.
Though the young woman was a guitarist for a fairly well known band, she still shied away from the spotlight whenever she wasn’t onstage with the rest of her band. She never took too well to being the centre of attention, especially when doing so during her high school career often went hand in hand with a situation where she was being ridiculed and bullied. As a result, she preferred not to have anyone who passed her by giving her odd looks. Thus far, her day hadn’t started out too negatively—a bit oddly, perhaps, but not badly at all. She somewhat wanted to keep it that way. It wasn’t as if she were hoping for a good day (she very rarely had those ever since a certain someone died), but a boring day was far better than one where she wound up in bed, curled up and sobbing her heart out. What was left of it, at least.
Something compelled her to do her pacing near the stages, as if some otherworldly force had given Aphy the sixth sense that a stage was naturally the only place where she wouldn’t feel like too much of an outcast. Each time she was near one, she was either observing other rockstars while sporting a small smile on her face or she was the one onstage, playing her heart out and forgetting about the troubles that always seemed to weigh down on her shoulders. She sometimes liked to call stages a sanctuary.
xander. 777. teabag in the showerhead pranks. fun. <.< [tr][cs=2] [/td][/tr][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by xander john albano; on Dec 6, 2011 17:03:53 GMT -5
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His feet pounded down onto one of the various areas of the stage as he screamed along to the harsh rips and shreds of the guitars. He found it rather odd how people got enjoyment from his screaming, as he didn't find it nice at all. Although, it helped him get his anger and feelings out in a rather simple way. That, and people usually had no clue what he was saying, most of the lyrics pertaining to a past he didn't want to delve into. He grinned as the song came to an end, the last note staying in the air for a few minutes. The crowd screamed in a reply and he traded his guitar for free hands, taking the mic in his hands. He commented on the crowd, how awesome they were, introduced the entire band, same old stuff he always did.
He turned his head, about to say something more, when he noticed a girl wandering near by, the same girl he had pranked failishly this morning. Oh god, he was going to get yelled at after the next song. Unfortunate for him, the next song was calm, trading the electric guitars for a simple acoustic, no screams being rocketed through the venue. His voice was a lot calmer as well, eyes slipping shut as he got deeper into the music. He smiled at the fact the crowd was singing along. That was always an amazing feeling. The song found it's way to a close, and he screamed a thank you once more, before bounding off stage with a grin. It easily fell back into a grimace as he was reminded of the girl who was wondering just so close, nearby. Maybe if he apologized, she would give him less of a punishment. He walked over, looking rather somber.
"Hey, listen, I'm really sorry about pranking you this morning." He rubbed his temple lightly, sending her a forgiving expression. She was rather striking, her red hair standing out like a sore thumb. Kind of like him. He was always cloaked in the black paint, and dawned with leather and tight black clothing. It didn't help that he was usually so depressed. She had a beautiful look to her. He leaned into the heels of his shoes, and gave her a thoughtful look. “Maybe I can buy you a coffee or something to make up for it?” His head tilted, and he realized what he might have just possibly did. “Ugh, Like, as a friend. Who owes you because he was a total douche bag?” He smiled a bit innocently, and hoped he wasn't going to get smacked. But who knew?
464 | aphy | crappy post >.> sorry D:
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Post by aphrodite lynn emmahaust; on Dec 7, 2011 21:40:07 GMT -5
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[/div] it's only a matter of time green eyes, blue skies, natural disasters when she cries
Though Aphy was quite sure that any enthusiasm she expressed towards music should have been reserved to her own band, she couldn’t help but to admire the songs that other bands were capable of creating. If her memory served her correctly—and much to her chagrin, it was often more accurate that she wanted it to be—then the band currently on stage was Forever Cursed. She received her confirmation when the lead singer Xander introduced the band and its members. Though she had heard that the band had a poor reputation for badmouthing others, she refrained from judging, knowing very well that to judge based on silly rumours would make her a hypocrite. And regardless, it wasn’t as if she were seeking to acquaint herself with the band, therefore the truth of what their personalities were like mattered little.
Her contemplation as to the more personal aspects of the band was brought to an end as she listened to them play. It made her feel a bit guilty, but she found that their songs were rather compelling. There was something about the screaming that appealed to her, and the quick transition to a softer tone for the next song was simply magnificent. What perhaps had her feeling most envious was the stage presence that the lead singer was able to produce. He stood out in part to his unique style of clothing, but it was undeniable that he was talented at what he did. She watched his swift movements with a certain sense of enviousness, wishing that she had enough confidence to express the passion she felt, but bounding energetically across a stage with her guitar wasn’t something that she could easily accomplish. More often than not, she seemed a little wild because she lost herself in her music, but when the magic of being onstage was over, her confidence and happiness went with it.
Before she knew it, the gig came to a close, and Aphy found herself feeling rather disappointed. She probably should have been working on her own band’s music rather than envying a rival band, but she found that her love of music was not restricted to only the things she could play. Part of the fun was being able to listen to and admire how talented other musicians were in order to aspire to progress. Nevertheless, she knew that it was time to go instead of standing around, gaping like a starstruck fan.
Turning her body, the redhead was prepared to walk away from the scene, but a different sight caught her eye. The lead singer whom she had previously admired seemed to be approaching her, but the key word was seemed. She couldn’t think of any possible reasons why he’d want to talk to her and sent a roving glance around the perimeters, wondering if perhaps he was meeting with someone in the nearby vicinity.
"Hey, I’m really sorry about pranking you this morning."
[/i] She offered a hollow look in return, not quite comprehending what he was talking about. Perhaps he had her confused with one of his friends? It took a moment, but her mind eventually connected the dots, she realized he was responsible for the tinted water that escaped her showerhead this morning. However, it wasn’t as if she had suspected it was him who had caused it, so why did he suddenly confess? And in the end, it wasn’t as if it really mattered much, for she had virtually no temper. There was nothing to ignite the burnt out flame that typically fueled anger, and the thought of any sort of payback or harsh scolding was lost to her. He offered to treat her to coffee, and Aphy intended to refuse, despite a small part of her yearning to get to know him better. There was no sense of love at first sight (after all, someone else owned her heart at the moment and that would never change), but she felt a prick of curiosity jab at her side. There was something in his demeanor that was intriguing, and much of it was likely attributed to his dark clothing and make-up. It was silly and presumptuous, but she wanted to believe that he could be a good friend if she was better acquainted with him. When he specified that his invitation was not a date, she couldn’t help but to reply with a tiny, haunted smile. There was really no need for him to specify because she had always known that she wasn’t the type that boys liked to pursue. There was always something a little too imperfect about her to love, and it wasn’t as if she considered herself an eligible bachelorette anyway. Contrary to her previous decision to deny, she found her lips moving as she softly replied, "Don’t worry. I get it. Sure, why not?"[/div] xander. 808. your post was fine ^^ [tr][cs=2] [/td][/tr][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by xander john albano; on Dec 9, 2011 18:57:40 GMT -5
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He smiled as she responded positively, and he relaxed a bit, glad he wasn't going to get screamed at. Wait, did he just freak out over a girl? His teeth ground together slightly. Xander was the type of guy who had girls wrapped around his fingers. Who he could bend and break to the extreme, and here he was, hoping the girl wouldn't be turned off by him. He hated love, it wasn't too foreign to him. But at the same time, neither was heartbreak. He dealt with two girls back when he was in high school- two girls who he thought he loved. Both of them laughed in his face in the end, and he was left alone. He gave the relationships everything, and that obviously wasn't the way to get a relationship going. He couldn't help it though, his mother raised him- well, for as long as she was alive- to be a sweet, loving little boy. It shone through every once in a while, but lately he had scoffed at the idea.
He had dealt with suicide, abuse, depression, and just pure and utter hell. He wasn't going to let go of everything now and decide to be a lovey dovey cheesey guy. Even if he had the ability, he had just met this girl, and although she was drop dead gorgeous in his eyes, he didn't like commitment. Maybe that's why he added “just friends” at the end. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it just worry that he'd get a bubbly laughter in his face, and her easily slipping away, rejecting him like he had been a thousand times before. And for some reason, he abhorred the idea of her slipping out of his fingers. He interested her for some reason. Could it have been the fact that he had let loose a rather pathetic prank onto her, and she just shrugged it off? Maybe.
Xan smiled ever so softly at her, and yawned a bit. “So, you're in All That's Love, right?” He glanced back to the stage, imagining her up there. She obviously wasn't as animated as he was on stage. He always got too into the music though- if that was possible. He pointed back at the stage. “You like the show?” He was rather cheery at the moment, and he wasn't sure. Maybe he was still on the stage high. He loved music way too much for his own good. It saved his life, and now it was his job to go on stage and perform that same music, and he loved it. Or it might have been the fact he was happy he was socializing with such a gorgeous girl. He pushed himself back, though, making a deal with himself. If he was going to end up hitting on the girl, all he'd do was sleep with her. Nothing more- nothing less. He doubted he would keep that bet.
500ish? | aphy | bah.
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Post by aphrodite lynn emmahaust; on Dec 10, 2011 4:00:36 GMT -5
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[/div] it's only a matter of time green eyes, blue skies, natural disasters when she cries
It had been a considerably lengthy amount of time since Aphrodite had attempted to hold a proper conversation with a male who wasn’t either family or in the band (not that there was much of a difference between those two). She felt awkward conversing with Xander, but she tried to do the polite thing and hide her discomfort by releasing her nerves through small, hardly perceptible, fidgety movements. Her eyes roved the perimeters, and she occasionally glanced at him for the span of thirty seconds at most before shifting her gaze upon some other supposedly fascinating object of interest. Slipping her hands into her pockets, she wished she had something else to do with her hands; she’d preferably keep them busy through playing some sort of instrument, but the idea of bringing an instrument along with her when she went to enjoy a show starring another band was absurd.
Even though she wanted to say something, she wasn’t sure what. Any words that slipped past her lips would undoubtedly make her seem like a babbling moron, and she wanted to leave him with a good first impression. Unfortunately, most of her socialization skills died with Gavin. The entire concept of growing close to people only to risk losing them was too painful to bear, but being the weak and helpless kind, perhaps she was just too cowardly to take the chance. Aside from her lacking ability to come up with witty responses to keep a conversation going, she was more of the silent type anyway. She preferred to listen rather than talk, and if her company wasn’t the talkative sort of person, she enjoyed comfortable silences as well. Something gave Aphy the impression that he was far more sociable than her, and that left her feeling a sort of urgency to rise up to the expectations he likely had in regards to how she was to behave. On the other hand, she was rather disappointed in herself as well. She had been with All That’s Love for so long now, and being able to rock out onstage should have translated into at least a semi-decent ability to socialize.
Thinking that baby steps were the best way to go, Aphy slowly trained her gaze on Xander, though his appearance nearly knocked her off her feet. He was more handsome than she had originally anticipated, and she immediately felt guilty for thinking so. Though her boyfriend was dead and would never change from that state of being, she bound herself to her thoughts of him. This newfound hint of an attraction towards a man she had just met left her startled and troubled, but she told herself that she was just jumping to conclusions. There was no way that she had fallen in love in the matter of seconds (that was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence that could only happen with Gavin), and she told herself that he was just charismatic. Though a good part of society likely shunned him for his outlandish tastes, she found that she envied him. It took a quite a bit of confidence to dress so unconventionally, and she admired that he could pull off the look so naturally. She wished she could dress in a way that was more unique, but her styles were confined to simple outfits in dark hues. There was something about her wild vermillion hair, bright eyes, and occasionally mysterious air that simply did not suit her. She was very sure that if she ever summoned up the confidence to dress otherwise, she’d wind up getting torn apart by the ridicule she would receive.
Temporarily brushing aside the pessimism that so often haunted her, the redhead nodded, feeling rather flattered that Xander had somewhat of an idea as to who she was. She was tempted to inquire if he knew her name, but she didn’t want to get too greedy. It was good enough that he knew of her, and to expect anything more probably meant that she was getting too narcissistic for her own good. However, introducing herself would be a bit awkward as well if he knew her name already. Then she would be implying that he was some sort of imbecile, and she didn’t want to convey that sort of idea either. Unable to reach a decision, she decided to skip introductions and go ahead to answering his second question.
Feeling her lips form a tiny smile, she nodded a bit more energetically than she really felt and eagerly murmured, "It was great! I really loved watching you guys. You have a really distinct presence up onstage." For a moment, she wondered if it was really that wise of an idea to gush over a different band, but it wasn’t as if she were competitive. As long as she could produce music with the people whom she cared in order to make others smile, then the amount of fame they garnered didn’t concern her.
xander. 823. sleepy x.x [tr][cs=2] [/td][/tr][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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