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Post by jack damon chambers; on Nov 23, 2011 15:54:58 GMT -5
Jack walked into one of those bars that seemed to be found in chain restaurants. The first smell that hit him was beer. Then his eyes finally adjusted to the low-lighting of the place and he found himself in the island of man who lives sucked, muscular truckers, and sports fanatic. Of course there were ladies there, but they seemed normal enough to not be categorized into any of the other three. Striding to a table near the corner, he remind invisible to the rest of the world. He was just a man with a camera around his neck, he had no sob stories, no experience even driving a truck, and he wasn't even into sports. Jack was just a guy who wanted a beer.
A cup of beer was clanked onto the wooden table by a waitress and snapped Jack back to the reality. There was so much noise, from the screaming and the small fight that seemed to have broken out when a guy started to hit on another guy's girlfriend. He was use to it though, he normally went to these places for a quick drink and a bite to eat. Sometimes he did actually stay a bit when he had someone to chat to but that was rare. Of course he could have went to a club, well it would have been better suited for his job but he disliked clubs usually. Their drinks were expensive and Jack was frugal with his money. He was still dragged there on most days just to take pictures of everyone doing scandalous things.
With a sigh, Jack stretched his arms, accidentally nudging a low hanging light in the process and panicking for a moment, and waved his hand again to signal waitress. He began to think about his work. He was supposed to work, no matter how much he hated it. Maybe they would do with just some shots of band members working or something. Whenever he found the 'perfect' picture for gossip it ends up with him being scarred to life while everyone just spreads rumors. He hated how he suffered for everyone's amusement. Also, most of the people tend to stray away from Jack once they found out his profession. It was always hard for him to make friends with some of the band people. Though it was understandable not to trust him, after all he was a part of the paparazzi. With another sigh, Jack took a swig of his beer.
{Tag}Ayee
{WordCount}Dunno
{Muse}Eh..-kicks it- It no likes Jack?
{Notes}Is this location okay? Else I can shelve it and make a new one. :3
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Post by rhilyn briar-rose whitmore; on Nov 29, 2011 22:58:11 GMT -5
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Rhilyn had had a long day. A long, exhausting day filled with drama, a performance, fans, more drama, the paparazzi... Just another. long. day. The day itself had started out fairly well. She had actually managed to sleep in and had not woken up to discover any scathing articles written about herself or the band. This was due in part to the fact that she had actually not gone out to party, but rather had stayed in, relaxing with a few close friends on the tour. While she, of course, enjoyed partying (and always had a great time) she also loved the nights where she could just sit around with friends, maybe have a beer, talk, relax, and just avoid the paparazzi or any other possible drama.
The day itself had progressed rapidly and very well leading up to All That's Love's scheduled show. So rapidly in fact that Rhi had never even had an opportunity to be nervous. She got up on stage and somehow made it through without her nerves getting in the way. Although, to be fair, her nerves had never actually screwed up a performance for her, it was still something she feared would happen. After the show, the band had been rushed to their merch tent for a frenzied signing and meet-and-greet with fans. The frenzy had thrilled Rhi, pumping up her adrenaline, and feeding her confidence like never before.
As the evening wore on, Rhi became too antsy to sit around the bus or deal with most of the people on the tour. Instead, she felt an odd desire to take a walk. Strolling through the sidewalks of the town had seemed like a good idea at the time - until she realized the group behind her had recognized her, and were following. Some were fans, but she was pretty sure some of them were also paparazzi. Her frustration was sizzling. Fans she didn't mind, but paparazzi? Was there anywhere she could go that they couldn't find her? She scoffed at herself, knowing that she had brought it on herself by choosing this life. Her mind wandered as her eyes scanned the restaurants she passed, searching for a place to slip into. It wasn't as if she wasn't used to the paparazzi in her life. Growing up in a wealthy family, especially pretty widely known, she'd always felt like she was in the paparazzi spotlight.
Her thought process paused momentarily as she spotted a busy restaurant with a bar and quickly slipped in while a group walked out, hoping she had avoided her little group of followers notice. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting and her nose crinkled at the all-too-familiar smell of stale beer and sweat. Her eyes scanned the faces of the various men and women as she approached the bar and ordered a drink. She waited, and her eyes fell on someone she vaguely recognized as being one of the photographers from the tour. She rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. Of course. No escape. She tossed the bartender the payment and a tip and then steeled herself as she approached table in the corner. She set her beer down on the table with a loud plunk and then practically threw herself into a seat across from the photographer. "Just so you know, just because I'm joining you does not give you permission to a, take photos of me tonight without my permission, and b, pass anything I say onto your little friends,
[/color]" Rhi said, her eyes narrowing at him. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] [/center] |
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Post by jack damon chambers; on Dec 3, 2011 10:10:17 GMT -5
Jack was in what he liked to call his safety bubble, it was when he had enough alcohol to make him feel it but not make him drunk. He could enjoy the big picture of life instead of fretting over every minuscule detail and the noise around him went down by a notch. It was a lovely effect and it melted his worries like ice cream in the sun. Drugs also helped give the same effect but you were completely out of it after a while, maybe that was why Jack was so tempted by it. To get out of the world, to get out of the place people called Earth with their society, status quo, and the stress that follows. Maybe that was why he took drugs just to get out of the horrible world.
The door swished open again, being in the corner had it's advantage when you were able to see who entered and who came. A girl who seemed familiar walked in, that is most people who seem familiar to him were famous. They never seemed the type to drink at a ruddy bar though, it was always high-class for the most part. With curiosity Jack started to stare at the girl. The black hair and her face all seemed so familiar, and he clicked his tongue trying to place who she was exactly. Rhilyn! Rhilyn from All That's Love, Jack shouted in his mind. He never conversed with her of course, but he took one or two pictures of her on stage. Wondering what she would be doing here, he made a list of possible answers from he paparazzi to meeting up with random strangers.
When Rhilyn started to walk towards his table, Jack inwardly panic. Did she see me staring? Oh no! She probably thinks I'm a creeper like some of the other paparazzi people, he thought mentally flailing like a headless chicken. He concluded he would never make any friends following this line of work.
The girl sat down across from him, her beer sloshing against the glass like waves.
Just so you know, just because I'm joining you does not give you permission to a, take photos of me tonight without my permission, and b, pass anything I say onto your little friends.
Hearing this made Jack frown as he stared into the yellowish liquid. Really, was he that untrustworthy just because had a camera hanging around his neck? His fingers reached and started twisting the lens cap around unconsciously, he was nervous he didn't want the girl to trust him less the how she already did. Jack started to pick and chose his words carefully before after a minute had passed and he formed the perfect sentence. "I assure you I would never do that. I'm not one who treats my job as a full-time thing and currently I'm on break. If you said anything to me I swear I will not repeat a single word to my 'paparazzi friends'."
[/color] With that, Jack gave her a small grin trying to show he was a man of his words and she could say anything she want. [/blockquote] {Tag} Ayee {WordCount} In the 5oo's {Muse} Pretty darn well! {Notes} Sorry this is sorta late x.x;;[/blockquote] |
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