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[amira]

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[atrb=width,240] The red head ran her finger's through the thick mess of hair bundled up on top of her head. She pulled the headband off looking around the room. She plopped backwards into the pillows n her bed and stared at the ceiling for a moment. The tour was finally tarting to take its toll on her and she was absolutely exhausted, but she had no time to sleep. She needed to stay up to help write more songs along with the rest of the girls or else, she's be in mucho trouble. Amira glanced over at the clock sitting on the dresser next to her, it was almost seven pm, and the other girls were no where to be found. What a waste of her day to be sitting on the tour bus waiting for them. Besides it reeked of disease and something rotting since no one had cleaned in a while, and Ami sure as hell wasn't going to touch anything that wasn't hers. Th girl finally decided to sit back up and lug herself off of the comfortable bed and to the close.She grabbed a pair of sweat pants, ugg boots, a tank top and a form fitting Hoodie. This was probably the first time she actually wore an outfit that didn't reveal her breasts and at least half of her ass. She popped into the shower really fast, got out, and blow dried her hair just to curl it. She fingered through the loose ringlets that laid just below her shoulders a few times before actually putting clothes on. She popped her hoodie up as she headed out the door. The girls were low on drugs and she knew exactly where to get some, it probably wasn't the safest idea but it was surely the only thing she could think of. Amira knew the other bands did have a slight problem with them, especially the girls since they thought all these girls did was sleep around. For their lead and a few other vocalists that may have been true, but Ami was awkward when it came to that. She pushed most guys away, but there were a select few that she would may be have a few flings with. She was too dedicated to her music to be busy with guys at the moment. Thankfully the town was only a block away and it wasn't that far to walk. Amira shoved her hands in her pockets, scuffing her boots along the sidewalk as she wandered on. The Alley couldn't have been that far from where she was. She looked around before spotting it walking towards it, watching the ground as she walked. She pulled the hood farther over her face just to make sure no one would recognize her. She really didn't need anyone finding out about this little situation. Amira approached a man who smiled at her, he stuck out an ounce of cocaine and she quickly grabbed the bag and shoved it down her shirt. This would usually cost her twelve to fifteen hundred but this time she paid five hundred and slept with the kid, but she still had to make another two hundred in the next few weeks which wouldn't have been hard. Her brother had been sending her money every time she said she was " in trouble", and she was " in trouble" a lot. She was surprised he wasn't broke yet. She peeked back up at him handing him the money." Hey, um...thanks again."Ami bit her lip as she spoke. The man walked away and she turned round looking out at the corner store across the street. Amira pulled a cigarette out of her pocket and lit it quickly. The red head took a drag as she zoned out, she needed to have this gone by the time she was on her way back to the bus, but then again, she really didn't want to be waiting there if the girls weren't serious about writing new songs tonight.	[atrb=width,140] words , Six hundered and sixty nine tagged , Open notes , For outfit click here
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[javier theodore lionford;]

There were several derogatory terms that came to mind when someone brought up Javier Lionford’s name. The most common word used to describe him was simply whore, and whenever someone pointed it out, he was always tempted to smirk and demand that he be told something he didn’t already know. Maybe most people were insulted when they were so rudely deemed trollops (technically, the people that he hung around weren’t really intelligent enough to know what that word meant, but that was beside the point), but he never really minded. With the way the wheels in his mind turned, he easily interpreted that being called such a thing was a compliment. After all, how many other guys could brag that they had so much sex appeal that they had, on more than one occasion, winded up getting hot and heavy with a woman in the bathroom of a club because a bedroom was too far away?

Last night was a perfect example of why his ego was the size that it was, and he was pretty happy with what happened. Things started out well already when he visited a nightclub the previous night because he found himself being the object of interest for a particularly voluptuous blonde who got pretty touchy-feely with him after a mere hour of conversation. Not that he minded, of course. And then she took his hand in hers and began leading him out, and he simply followed along because she was whispering promises that were tantalizing and damnably irresistible (he really couldn’t protest when someone as attractive as her said that they would go at it all night). So maybe they didn’t really go at it for that long, but they went enough rounds that he was just as exhausted as she was. He thought he had made a mistake when he awoke this morning and found that she was already up, though in the end, it turned out not to be such a big deal because she smiled prettily and offered to make him breakfast before they spent the rest of that morning and part of the afternoon enjoying their privacy together.

A couple of hours later, he found himself dressed in a plain T-shirt and jeans combination, strolling through an alley that home to all sorts of drug dealers and druggies, but Jav didn’t quite mind. The air was filled with the nauseating scent of an assortment of drugs, cigarette smoke, and marijuana, but he was used to the smorgasbord of smells after frequenting nightclubs for many years with the same sorts of people now resting, trashed, along the sidewalks. He shoved his hands into his pockets, an easy smile on his lips. This was the sort of stuff he was used to.

As he passed by another alleyway, a figure stepped out, looking rather cautiously at the store down the street. He raised an eyebrow, wondering why she seemed so familiar, but the sight of bright red hair peeking out from beneath the hood of the sweatshirt helped him identify the young woman as Amira, vocalist of With Your Friends. He didn’t necessarily know her very well, but he did have the pleasure of speaking to her on occasion other times. It was more like knew about her band, though. How could a guy like him keep from ogling a bunch of scantily dressed girls prancing around onstage? And now that he recalled the little fact that they were often only half-dressed, he believed that this would be the first time he ever saw Amira dressed so modestly. He personally liked it better when she was showing more skin, but that was just him. He questioned why she in a place like this, but he supposed that she could have been getting some drugs. Somehow, the idea of her doing drugs didn’t really surprise him.

Shrugging away his questions, Jav quickened his pace a bit in order to catch up to her. There was no harm in getting a little friendlier with her. Catching up to her didn’t prove to be too difficult of a task, and he thanked the fact that he had long legs to help him do so. Tapping on her shoulder made him think that he would probably seem a bit too much like some sort of creepy stalker, so he opted with calling out her name, though with the way she was skulking away, perhaps she didn’t want to be identified. No matter. Making sure that that volume of his voice wasn’t too loud, he called out, "Hey, Amira. What are you doing around a place like this? You know, it’s not exactly safe to be around here unless you’re stoned or something."

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tag;; Amira
word count;; 7 8 6
muse;; Good~
notes;; Hope my post is alright! :'D
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[amira]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away
[atrb=width,240] Amira took another drag of her cigarette. It's toxic fumes filled her lungs as she inhaled the large puff of grey cloud. Technically she wasn't addicted to smoking, well yet anyway. It was her choice and she thought it soothed her nerves. She was a much happier person when she smoked and at any time she wanted she could stop. Of course that's what they all say and when they try to quit cold turkey they're overwhelmed with intense cravings. Ami hoped to god she wasn't going to be like that. She already had enough problems with drinking and this newly found coke addiction, she really didn't need anything else. All these problems of hers were just going to kill her faster. It really wasn't her fault she relapsed, therapy had changed her, she just wasn't strong enough. Brayden would have been so disapointed in her, and that would've killed her quicker than the drugs. Even a year later she was still having an awful time coping with her brothers death. Cason had blamed her slutty image on his death stating she was just looking for attention since now the one person that gave it to her is gone. Though it really wasn't true, she had loved her music, and if this meant being a totall whore and screwing everything she could to make it to the top then so be it. She heard someone walking in her direction and pulled the hoodie farther over her face. Red hair and a bright neon green hoodie weren't exactly the most subtle thing she could've worn, but it had to do since it was already on.Evertime someone walked by she held her breath, praying it wasn't paparazzi. She could've been in so much trouble right now, but some of the girls were literally on their knees begging for her to go get more, and what was a party without the drugs? Paparazzi wouldn't understand, they were their just to destroy everyone's image and frankly she wasn't too keen on keeping big things hidden. Such as this, she could've done it much later while no one really was around. A voice appeared from thin air and she about jumped out of her skin. The red head dropped her cigarette and whipped around to see who was speaking. "Hey, Amira. What are you doing around a place like this? You know, it’s not exactly safe to be around here unless you’re stoned or something." She smirked after she realized who it was. " Jesus fucking christ Javier, are you trying to give me a heart attack? And that's none of your damn business." Amira smirked as she spoke with a sarcastic tone." Though I should be asking you the same question.Why are you here?" She lifted one eyebrow as she spoke. She peeked up to him from under her hoodie. Brushing her bangs back under she looked away to the left slightly and blushed, not realizing she was gawking at him. The one thing Amira couldn't stand about herself, no matter how much she knew the person, or slept around with them, she always blushed from talking to attractive people. Not a single thing she could do to stop it either or else she would've. Hell she even tried tanning and blushing with an orangey tint just wasn't as attractive. Most people thought it was cute, but to her it was the most annoying thing since she could feel when her face got flushed and her cheeks would warm up, which in return made her blush even more since she'd get all self concious about it. Her eye's wandered back over to Jav for a moment. She couldn't lie, he was gorgeous, and well she had to admit she was attracted. Though the kid did seem like an narcisstic asshole she couldn't judge since she was the exact same way. Ami's eyes wandered to the ground to where her cigarette had landed. Little pink lips frowned at the sad sight, she pointed to the ground as she spoke." You made me drop my cigarette........" She really didn't need to state the obvious but she felt as if she needed to remind him that she about had a heart attack when he called out to her.	[atrb=width,140] words , Seven hundered and fourteen tagged , Open notes , Your post was just fine ^^. For outfit click here
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[javier theodore lionford;]

It seemed that even with his attempt to seem like he had not appeared from thin air, Javier managed to surprise the redhead anyway. Not that he really cared. He tried, and as far as he was concerned, effort was all that really mattered, though much of that was because he was biased and couldn’t be bothered to worry about the results if they weren’t of immediate importance to him. He noticed that she had been so taken off guard that she managed to drop her cigarette. Part of him felt like acting like some overly mature adult, sighing and shaking his head with disappointment because what would happen to her face as a result of smoking would be such a shame. It would be a terrible waste of a pretty face. And at the same time, he wasn’t very surprised. Most of the people on tour probably smoked and did all sorts of drugs, and he could be placed within that category.

Most people got hooked onto all sorts of things, but Jav was proud to say that he didn’t have any addictions. None that he knew of, anyway. He smoked the occasional cigarette, but he made sure there was enough time in between each usage so that his body could rid itself of the memory of what it was like to feel the cancerous smoke settling in high poor lungs. He experimented with the occasional drugs, but that was just for the experience so he could smirk and proudly say that he had used it before when asked. Though he had to admit that certain drugs had fairly pleasant effects, he wasn’t the type who needed any sort of induced feeling. He was perfectly talented at manipulating his own emotions, thank you very much. As a result, he very rarely did the same drug twice, and even while his friends (acquaintances, really) would get trashed and stoned on whatever they got their hands on, he would stand aside and roll his eyes, sticking to his beloved flirting and cradling his can of beer. In a certain way, drugs were like relationships to him. Neither of them were worth the time or commitment that was required. And now that he thought about it, the analogy works both ways. Drugs could be as troublesome as dating, but being is love was like a drug. And now that he was beginning to sound a bit too sentimental and poetic, he decided it was time to back away from those thoughts.

When Amira turned to face him, he greeted her with a confident smirk, his step falling in line with hers. She scolded him in a sarcastic tone, letting him know that she wasn’t serious, and he chuckled lightly at her words. "Nah, that would be stupid. I like girls who are sexy, so it’d be my loss if I lost one to a heart attack."

[/color] He raised an eyebrow at her refusal to reveal the purpose for which she had paid the alleys a visit, though he wasn’t interested enough to press the question. It probably sounded selfish of him to think so, but he couldn’t be bothered to care about another person’s affairs. He was decent enough to ask, but he was neither curious nor thoughtful enough to give it a second thought. With a small grin and a hint of amusement in his voice, he responded, "Nothing major. Just walking around, enjoying the sight of the decay of society after leaving my…uh…friend’s house."[/color] He doubted she wanted the details of his overly active sex life.

Even though Amira was wearing a hood, his close proximity allowed him to see the pink blush dusted over her cheeks when she looked at him. He felt a slight sense of pride that she wasn’t immune to his good looks and was falling for his charm, but he’d never say so; that’d break the magic of it. Luckily, Jav had never been the kind who blushed very easily. It was a once-in-a-blue-moon occurrence for him to feel flustered even in the least bit because he was the type who was fairly open and knew how to make a joke out of his mistakes most of the time. Besides, if he blushed every time he faced an attractive woman, he’d be red-faced approximately ninety percent of the time, and it would make his flirting awkward, which he didn’t like the sound of.

Brown eyes drifted to the cigarette on the ground when she pointed out that she dropped it out of surprise and blamed him, but he simply shrugged. Perhaps most other men would offer to buy Amira a new one, but he wasn’t about to waste money on a pack that he’d have no use for, and he wasn’t about to get her an entirely new pack because he was at fault for her dropping one cigarette. That would just be an unfair exchange. "It’s one cigarette. You probably have a bunch more where that came from. You’ll get over it."[/color] Obviously the saying that chivalry is dead applied to him. [/blockquote]

tag;; Amira
word count;; 8 4 8
muse;; Good~
notes;; Sorry for taking a little while to reply!
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