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Post by chelsea on Nov 8, 2011 20:55:46 GMT -5
 IN ANOTHER LIFE I WOULD BE YOUR GIRL
we keep all our promises, be us against the worldAND IN ANOTHER LIFE I WOULD MAKE YOU STAY
so i don't have to say you were T H E O N E W H O G O T A W A Y• • • • •"I don't know what I've done or if I like what I've become. But something told me to run and, honey, you know me, it's all or none," a brown haired girl sang, crossing her legs as she focused more on hitting the notes on her black acoustic guitar than being on key with her singing. It was yet another insomniac night, with the nineteen year old in the lounge alone at two in the morning. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun, several strands falling in front of her eyes and causing her to brush them away.
Her troublesome brown and black miniature long haired doxin sniffed at her before laying beside her leg. "I know Maxxy, I'm sleepy too," she sighed before giving him a gentle pat on the head. Her t-shirt was wrinkled from three hours of tossing and turning, which was hidden under her hoodie. The nightmares had returned again and she was to either suffer through them and sleep, or pace around the venue. Her tired hazel eyes focused on the chords she was playing and Chelsea kicked off her slippers. The nightmares altered between involving her falling for Xander again and having her heart broken once again, and losing her brother and sister.
She was exhausted and it was sketched across her face. Maybe she just needed to text her brother and vent everything to him. Or maybe she should just go to Selene and curl up with her sister. Her mind refocused on the song again, the words coming to her like breathing because she had listened to it at least eight times a day. "She will love you, more than I could. She who dares to stand where I stood..." She trailed off and froze as soon as she heard a noise. Max barked protectively, as if he was a huge german shepherd rather than a relatively harmless doxin. The dog calmed and ran up to the person yipping happily. Chelsea looked up and frowned. Of course it was him. She forced a smile, setting the guitar aside.
"Hey Xan."
• • • • • TAG xan
WORD COUNT three hundred six?
STATUS complete
OUTFIT Her purple batman pajamas xD
NOTES bleh, fail muse!
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS the one who got away, KATY PERRY
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Post by xander john albano; on Nov 9, 2011 13:26:21 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby  so much hate for the ones we love TAG: CHELS OUTFIT: IN FIRST WORDS:A THOUSAND AND TWELVE
It really sucked to be an insomniac. The sleepless nights often led to him walking around the venue at the wee hours of the morning, glancing up every time someone passed. Of course, this didn't happen often unless it was a drunken band member, or maybe one of the band hands getting the merch tent ready early, or a techie trying to get everything ready to go for the next day. Or someone like him who just couldn't sleep late at night. He couldn't help it. He would yawn every once in a while, but he'd just sit in his bunk, listening to his fellow band mates snoring, or having sex with some lucky person they met at a bar. Those nights he always jumped out of his bunk early, not really into the idea of listening to those closest to them moaning and groaning a name that would be worthless the next day. All that could be seen of him was a softly glowing ember of his cigarette, the rest of him cloaked in signature black clothes and makeup. The skin that was showing, since for some reason he enjoyed flaunting the fact he had a nice looking chest, was eerily pale and sickly, obviously showing he wasn't in the best of health. That, or he was just didn't get enough sun. Probably the second. He leaned back, allowing the smoke from his cigarette to slip through his lips in various shapes, from a ring of smoke to just letting it flow out like a waterfall... this was his amusement for the night. Chain smoking and walking around. That led him to thinking, and Xander and thinking was never the best combination. It often led him to dabbling over his past, wondering what he could have done to change the outcomes. To edit into something that would have been at least palatable for the general public, but instead whenever he spoke of his past in interviews, him or the interviewer themselves got a look of disgust on their face, which led him to stop talking about his past all together. People knew the basics, yeah, his mom off'd herself, his dad walked out, and he ended up living with his uncle, but they didn't know the full extent. How he walked in and there she was, dead. How he was tortured by his father's appearance his last year of high school... how truly fucked up he was. Why he was dressed the way he was dressed. Maybe he should have been taking medications for his depression, but it seemed like his music lulled the thoughts away for the most part. Maybe thats what led him to the music room this late at night, or this early in the morning. He himself wasn't even sure what time it was. He walked in, and stopped short when he heard a voice and guitar strumming that was all too familiar. The Chelsea Lee of Matchwork. A dog, who was also rather familiar, ran up yipping to him. The two had a bit of a rocky relationship, and the fact that they ended up on the same tour made him want to put a bullet through his head. Ah, yes, he had fallen for the girl so many years ago, and he was now dealing with her once more. They broke each other's heart, and it was basically her fault he no longer trusted women for more than sex. He leaned down and pulled the dog into his arms, giving him a hug and patting his head, murmuring something adorable in a cutesy voice, before placing him down once more. His eyes rose slightly to take in the vision of the girl. Pajamas were draped over her frame, the one he knew all to well, and he probably looked rather peculiar wandering around in leather, studs, and black cowboy-looking boots. He nervously scratched at the paint that was rubbed onto his arms raising an eyebrow at her, and a scowl slipped over his face with ease. “Sappy love shit once again?” He shook his head, snickering lightly, “You and I know love is ridiculous.” He always grimaced when a song about love came onto the radio. Not that he listened to the cliché pop music on the radio... no. Well, it was often the only station they got on the bus! He looked back down a the dog, remembering it from years ago when it was only a little puppy. “Why the hell are you up?” He almost growled, looking back up at her with a harsh facial expression. His lips pressed together and his frown deepened, going back to scratching at the paint on his arms. He was so used to being a sweet guy to her, way back when. He had to admit, when she first appeared on tour, he so badly wanted to wrap her in his arms tightly, murmuring song into her ears, the same very songs he detested so greatly. He shook of the feeling of regret for a moment, before slipping over to one of the amps that were placed in the room, tugging one of the guitars up, softly plucking at the strings, glancing up at Chelsea a few seconds as he hummed along quietly, his lips just barely forming words, trying to shove the girl out of his thoughts. “So, this goes, out to, the ones that fall in love, And to, the girl, that filled my dark.” His eyes slid shut, and he really hoped Chelsea didn't hear him as he tried to push her out of his mind even more. Sadly, it didn't work. The song sounded slightly disjointed, as it was just him singing softly, one rhythm guitar, and that was it, but it still held so much meaning, so he really didn't care. This was him putting his heart on his sleeve, and he hoped Chelsea didn't realize the significance of the lyrics. But part of him knew she'd be able to deceiver them and put them all into place. He still had hope. tell me that we both matter dont we |
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Post by chelsea on Nov 9, 2011 16:25:23 GMT -5
IN ANOTHER LIFE I WOULD BE YOUR GIRL
we keep all our promises, be us against the worldAND IN ANOTHER LIFE I WOULD MAKE YOU STAY
so i don't have to say you were T H E O N E W H O G O T A W A Y• • • • • Watching the man clad in all black hug Max, Chelsea felt nostalgia wash over her, longing to be back with him, no band feuds or anything. But sadly, life didn't run its ship that way. No, it'd rather see the small brunette drag razor blade after razor blade down her arms and carve the horrid names people called her into her legs and hips. To have her so heartbroken, she didn't want to live. And to have her brother stop her from succeeding.
She shook her head, erasing the thoughts as he spoke. "You know its rare for me to sing love songs," she noted quietly, picking up Max and sighing. "I see you still love the dog more." The girl sat back on the floor.
Startled by the sudden harshness in his tone and face, she inhaled sharply and Max barked. "Nightmares again," she said simply, looking up at him calmly. "Yourself?"
She went to speak again, but heard him softly playing a guitar so she shut her mouth. His singing was perhaps her favorite thing in the world. The nights she was nowhere to be found were often times the nights she'd sneak out to Forever Cursed's concerts, wearing the clothes she had worn in high school, from neon green converse splattered with various colors of paint, well worn black skinny jeans, and a gray hoodie that betrayed "Love the Ones You're with" written in Latin, in bold orange and black letters. Inching closer to him as his eyes closed, she was able to fully understand what he was saying. And the meaning struck her head on.
Oh, how she wanted to wrap her arms around him and just stay there, to never leave that spot. To kiss him again with the same passion she did when they were just teenagers, when neither really cared what people had said about them. And at the same time, she wanted to cry. She wanted to show him her wrists, to show him how much she had hurt when he left. But she couldn't. All she could do was sit there, biting her lip and clinging to herself, watching as her companion walked up to the guy she wanted, but couldn't have and jump on his leg, whining to be petted, to be shown affection like his owner wanted for herself.
• • • • • TAG xan
WORD COUNT three hundred ninety
STATUS complete
OUTFIT Her purple batman pajamas xD
NOTES n/a
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS the one who got away, KATY PERRY
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