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Post by javier theodore lionford; on Nov 25, 2011 0:37:15 GMT -5
For the most part, Javier was pretty easygoing. When one saw his carefree demeanor and watched the way he acted as if there wasn’t a single worry amongst his thoughts to weigh him down, it was easy to conclude that he was the carefree type. However, contrary to that popular belief, he was a fairly angsty person. The only thing he really had going on for him was the fact that he was considerably talented at shoving his emotions into some unreachable recess of his heart (anger excluded, of course), but such suppression was never too healthy for the body. His solution to that was very simple: indulge in drugs and alcohol until he was trashed beyond proper thought, and then have a pleasant bit of sex as a means to temporarily raise his spirits.
One might then question if his excessive partying was just a way of forgetting his problems, therefore making him a victim of sorts, though he was sorry to say that he wasn’t that sentimental and emotional. Partying was more of a hobby than an escape from reality, and he wasn’t sensitive enough to think much of his personal issues. As far as he was concerned, they were matters of little interest and needed no attention because everyone had problems, and he was no different.
Today was one of those days when he was particularly irksome, all of which was because of his younger sister. Part of him had hoped that by leaving, she would get the message that he really didn’t want much to do with her life, and part of him just hated seeing her face because then he felt his insides wrench with guilt at having abandoned his duty of looking after her. Had he owned more of a sense of dark humour, he might have been amused by the fact that while most people felt only their hearts wrench with guilt, his sense of remorse seemed to be cancerous and managed spread to his other organs.
The news of his sister being happily in love made him feel sick to his stomach, so he decided that the best way to go was to get a bottle of beer and get drunk until he felt better. Following that, he had gone to a supermarket to buy the beverage, but he somehow ended up in a quiet neighbourhood. He wasn’t sure how he got here or where exactly here was, but it didn’t worry him too much. He could always call a band mate to find him, and it wasn’t like the tour would leave this early, nor would it abandon the guy who was a major component of a popular band. So really, no worries. Satisfied with what he perceived to be logical thinking, he plopped onto the sidewalk parallel to a small, quaint blue house. He took another sip from the green tinted glass bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, humming a soft melody that had begun to play in his head. He couldn’t quite put his finger on where it was from, but there was a pleasant familiarity in it.
tag;; Rhilyn
word count;; 5 2 4
muse;; Good~
notes;; I had muse for an angsty Jav for some reason. Hope it's alright, and sorry for taking forever in getting this up. >3<
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Post by rhilyn briar-rose whitmore; on Dec 1, 2011 21:26:56 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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She wasn't really sure how or why but in some way or another, Rhilyn had managed to find herself on the streets of a quiet local neighborhood. She had been running, running away - not physically running - just trying to escape. All she wanted was to escape from her thoughts, her memories, and her past. And so she had left, well, not LEFT, but she'd gone off, away from all the people on the tour. It was still early so she knew they wouldn't be moving on anytime soon, and after all, someone would call her if she wasn't back in time.
Before the neighborhood, the young woman had found a bar and made some friends. Friends who had proceeded to buy her drink, after drink, after drink, until she'd finally thanked them and stumbled out. Next thing she knew there she was wandering this neighborhood, lost in her thoughts again. At some point she had sat down on the sidewalk, staring ahead into the darkness at the street not caring if she looked bedraggled.
Two years previously the truth had unfolded about Rhi's ex and then his subsequent arrest had led to her, very quickly, removing all contact with him. She had changed her numbers, ended all contact with his family and their mutual friends, and had even refused to name the father on her daughter's birth certificate. She had, or so she thought, taken every necessary precaution to keep him away, keep him from contacting her. She had been so sure that, aside from physically showing up at one of the show's on the tour, there would be no way he could contact her.
And yet here she was, now lying on the sidewalk, staring at the screen of her cellphone. Here was evidence that she had been wrong... so wrong. Somehow he had gotten a hold of Rhi's number. She read it over and over again, the words on the screen, until they were practically seared into her brain: Lovey, I think it's time we talked. Lovey... Lovey? There was no doubt; he was the only person who had ever called her that, the only ... Rhi's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of humming coming from... somewhere behind her. It was a familiar tune... but why?
She arched her back and tilted so she could look upside down at the man behind her. Ah, a familiar face. Another straggler from the tour, another drunk tour member. "Ey! Lionford! Find your own sidewalk to sulk on!"
[/color] she hollered only half seriously at him before pulling out a cigarette, lighting it, and taking a long, slow drag. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] [/center] 427 WORDS
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Post by javier theodore lionford; on Dec 14, 2011 0:49:27 GMT -5
After a moment of turning over each and every note that made up the melody in his head, Jav realized that it was a lullaby his mother used to hum to him when he was a child, and the pleasantness he had previously attached to the song had faded significantly. Those days seemed to be from so long ago, and though he could clearly recall the song, the memories were blurry and hazy. Perhaps the lullaby was just a common one that mothers sang to their children. Or perhaps all that alcohol he drank and all those drugs he experimented with were finally taking a toll. On the other hand, it wasn’t as if he really minded being a little out of touch with his memories. A good portion of them were distasteful reminders of moments that he couldn’t honestly say he was proud of.
Sometimes he believed that maybe it was time for him to get a few real friends. He had heard from several people that they were useful to have because they quietly listened to one’s sob story without judgment and could even offer some useful advice sometimes. However, the catch was that first of all, he wasn’t a very open person. There was something about the idea of sharing his troubles that made him feel discomforted. Second, it was a tad bit difficult to choose someone trustworthy from among his current group of friends. For the most part, they consisted of stoners, drunks, and druggies who only sought his companionship when they were bored and needed a guy as amusing as him. He was the life of the party, after all. Maybe it was a little presumptuous to say so, but he had the feeling that anything he confided to them about would wind up on the cover of the next issue of a paparazzi article. Nothing about that prospect appealed to him at all.
"Ey! Lionford! Find your own sidewalk to sulk on!"
[/i] The voice pulled Jav out of his thoughts and he glanced around the perimeters for a moment, unsure of what its source was. Just as he was about to write it off as a figment of his imagination, his eyes came to rest upon a figure sprawled over the sidewalk. A small grin formed on his lips as he noted that Rhilyn looked a little bedraggled and out of it, and he briefly wondered if she was drunk. She certainly seemed like it. Leaning his head back, he took another swig from the glass bottle until the contents within were emptied down his throat. He frowned at the idea of running out and cast a suspicious look through the neck of the bottle, wondering if there was any more, and much to his disappointment, it was completely empty. No longer focused on his lack of beverage, he tossed the bottle aside and heard a dull clunk before he walked over to the dark-haired member of All That’s Love. He sat down beside her with his legs outstretched and fluidly snatched the cigarette from her. Never one to worry about germs, he placed the carcinogenic stick between his lips and inhaled deeply. Satisfied, he reclined and laid down beside her, tilting his head only slightly so that he could see her face from the corner of his eye. In a tone that clearly conveyed his lack of seriousness, he halfheartedly scolded, "Smoking’s bad for you."[/color][/blockquote] tag;; Rhilyn word count;; 5 7 2 muse;; Good~ notes;; Not the best, I'm sorry. :c [/blockquote][/size] |
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