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Post by javier theodore lionford; on Dec 12, 2011 2:07:11 GMT -5
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It was already established long ago that Javier had too big of an ego for his own good. Many of those assumptions were likely proven true when he decided to get a DJ Gross T-shirt. Sometimes people expected him to dress a little nicer than something as raggedy as a simple T-shirt and jeans combination when he was making his sort of salary, but he never understood why he should waste an unnecessarily large amount of money on something just because it had some sort of brand name when he could wear something equally as comfortable for much cheaper. Admittedly, he enjoyed flaunting his sex appeal all the time, but wealth was a different matter altogether. Throughout his childhood and during the years as a teenager, he had seen enough of people flashing a few bucks like it meant they owned the world, and quite frankly, it disgusted him. He didn’t have a good enough moral character to scold them for it, but he was at least above bragging about something that was often left to luck.
Besides, a portion of his money went to paying for his younger sister’s lifestyle. She wasn’t exactly living lavishly, but he had a cozy enough apartment leased under his name for her to live in, and he sent a fair amount of money for her to spend on whatever she wanted. Of course, it wasn’t as if money would buy her love and forgiveness, but it was the only thing he could really do for her. He simply was not capable of picking up the phone to have a touching conversation with her.
Aside from his money going to where it was more needed, he also found that buying a new shirt was a good excuse to visit the merch booths, but preferably the booths that sold things for his own band’ he didn’t care for other bands enough to buy products promoting them. And there was no shame in a little bit of self advertising, was there? In addition, there always seemed to be a fair number of pretty girls selling the merchandise, and he liked having a good excuse to flirt with them. In fact, just a few minutes ago, he had been making a few comments to a pretty brunette with emerald green eyes who smiled in return and blushed a nice shade of red. After convincing her to choose a shirt for him, he had taken it from her hands and deliberately brushed his fingers against hers. When she looked at him, a bit dazed, he grinned toothily and decided to act impulsive, shamelessly pulling off the shirt he had originally worn in order to change into the new one. It messed up his hair a bit, but it was worth it to see her turn bright red and glance away quickly when he looked back at her.
Unfortunately, the moment was over, and he was alone again. Directing his glance downwards, he quietly wondered who designed the graphics on the shirt. It wasn’t something he had chosen, and if he looked long enough, it wasn’t half bad. Shrugging off the split-second of contemplation, he decided that he needed company to keep him amused. Jav fished his cell phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his phonebook, the first name popping up being Abigail’s. A small smirk formed on his lips as he recalled that she was considerably fun to flirt with as well and decided she would be good company. He stood still among the moving crowds of eager fans for a moment to tap a few keys, sending her a quick message to meet him near the merch booths and then proceeded to drift along.
abigail - 619 - err, sort of lame for a thread starter. sorry!
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Post by abigail lee torres; on Dec 17, 2011 1:23:27 GMT -5
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 words // 534 // outfit // clicky // tagged // javier love, hollow, hate, sorrow
U N D E A D , U N D E A D , T H E R E ' S E V I L I N M Y V E I N S A small smile passed over a bright colored red lip stained face as the bass pumped through the girls veins. She sat leaning against a wall with one of her legs crossed over the other, watching the current band playing. She enjoyed watching the bands before and after All That's Love, her own band, merely because she liked praising people on their performance. Abigail also liked to observe how other people pumped up their crowd and how they deal with everything on stage, simply to better herself. And of course she always factored in that she liked simply enjoying the performance and the music that her fellow tourmates produced.
The eighteen year old girl sat with her legs crossed as her blue eyes watched the band currently playing. Subconsciously, the girl ripped and store at the holes in her black skinny jeans, simply making them bigger. It was a habit of hers. Another habit, while not even really a habit at all, more like a hobby, was dyeing her hair. At this particular time, Abigail's hair was a deep crimson shade of red which matched the red TOMS and red scarf she was wearing. Almost everything she was wearing at that gig was either red or black. A simple style that Abigail liked to achieve. She didn't feel the need to overload herself in accessories or insanely expensive clothes just to make herself look better. After all, she only got a limited amount of money from her mom monthly to pay for rent in her apartment and for food and supplies.
Abigail was particularly disclosed about things like her financial stability. The fact that her mother provides money for her every month is a touchy subject, especially because it leads to questions about why. And that's usually when Abigail changes the subject to something different to avoid having to explain further. She doesn't share much about her personal life, and because of this, every time she changes the subject no one questions why. Not one person Abigail has ever met desired to dig deeper into her background, so she ignores it all together. She prefers it that way.
Just as the band playing exited the stage, Abigail's iPhone began to ring in her pocket. It slightly scared her, so she jumped and looked around to see if anyone notice her sudden jolt. Pulling her phone out, she quickly shut it up and read the message. Javier? she thought. She recalled him, yes. He was quite handsome and a flirtatious person, which always put her in a good mood. Abigail stood from leaning against the wall and cautiously made her way through the crowd of fans. A large smile spread across her face as she passed by people she didn't even know. Even a simple smile towards a person could brighten their day, and that's all Abigail lived for.
"Hey!" the small framed girl called as she weaved her way through the crowd towards a familiar face of Javier. She treaded her way towards the vocalist self-promoting his duo and offered him a warm smile as she approached. No matter who she was talking to, she always desired to be sweet as candy towards every person she met. notes // my brain is fried & this sucks, sorry. x.x |
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Post by javier theodore lionford; on Dec 31, 2011 3:49:12 GMT -5
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It was silly, he knew. With a gorgeous girlfriend and several female acquaintances, there was no need for him to corrupt a youth, otherwise known as Abigail. Most of the women Jav knew had a tendency to be promiscuous, and that was all he ever really wanted. He liked the simple physicality that was attributed with most of his relationships, but experiencing the same thing over and over again left him feeling temporarily jaded. He wanted something a little different, and that’s how the redhead fit into the equation. She was sugary sweet and innocent, and he could flirt shamelessly with her with the intention of watching her reactions instead of dealing with any other expectations. Surprising as it was, sleeping around could get to be a little tedious sometimes.
Not that he cared, but part of Jav had expected Abigail to text back some angry message telling him that he was the scum of the earth. In all fairness, it was true that he technically wasn’t single anymore, but his relationship was an open one, therefore he could do whatever it was that he wanted as long as he didn’t wind up asking another girl to mean something more to him. The issue never seemed to be one of much importance when he was around his more uncaring female friends, but Abigail was considerably different from them. In the few instances he had interacted with her, he had concluded that she was the type who believed that flirting would lead to something deeper. He could predict right away that she would never be anything more than a friend in his eyes, and it left him pondering over the rationality of feeling guilt for leading her on. It wasn’t as if he were some naïve teenage boy struggling to figure out how to act around girls; he was perfectly aware of what he was doing and knew of all the consequences that could follow. Quite frankly, he didn’t really care.
Anyone could call him heartless, but he preferred to justify his actions by pointing out that he never forced anything on anyone. Perhaps it was his past that hardened him into thinking so mercilessly, but one could never be sure. There was no denying that his mother’s harshness and his father’s irresponsibility had left some sort of lasting mark in his mind, but it was a matter of how big the impact was. Holding an everlasting grudge against his less-than-ideal parental units, Jav liked to say that they were too dead to him to ever leave much of an impression. Not that any of it mattered. It was over and done with.
Not many people could so easily toss aside their poor past experiences, and a good majority tried to forget by diving into drugs and beer. Once sober, they once against faced a harsh reality and liked to whine, and he supposed that was the other thing that gave Abigail some sort of appeal. She was always sober, but not once had she given even the slightest indication that there was some trouble brewing under the surface that she wanted to whine about. That didn’t mean her life was perfect—no one’s was—but she knew how to keep all her troubles to herself, and he sort of respected that.
A soft but audible greeting pierced the air through the clamor of enthusiastic fans, and he grinned, waving as Abigail approached and replied, “What’s up? Long time no see.” He took note of her warm smile and was reassured that she had the friendly demeanor that he recalled she had in the previous instances they spoke. When one socialized as much as he did, it was easy to mix up faces and personalities and names.
abigail - 626 - sorry for taking forever!
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