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Post by katlida on Nov 27, 2011 21:06:38 GMT -5
The blonde grabbed a chunk of her hair and ran her fingers though it as it dripped. She'd just gotten out of the shower, so of course i'd be wet. Katlida examined her face in the mirror , clear skin without make was hard to obtain now adays, though she really worked at it. If her skin had the slightest imperfection she freaked out, making a big deal over something that wasn't. Although some of the guys would tease her and tell her what was up with that disgusting thing on her face, and then she'd totally lose it. She really didn't seem to think it was too funny, but everyone else did. She grabbed her blow drier and started working on her hair. Since it was so long it took about a half hour or so to be throughly dried. Yet another hour of her time was taken up to curl it, which she did next. She usually took her time with her appearence since really she didn't have anything better to do. She had been lazy all day and woke up, did make up for ESWM, and that was it, now she took a shower and was finally getting dressed only nine hours later. She untwined the last curl from the curling iron and laid it against her shoulder carefully.She threw on just a little blush, a bit of eyeliner and some chap stick, which gave her lips an extra glossy look. She smiled at herself once in the mirror and left the bathroom.
Kat waddled over to her closet half naked, wearing just her bra and underwear. No one really cared on the bus how many layers of clothes you were wearing, everyone was extremely comfortable with eachother. Either way no one was on the bus, well she didn't hear anyone else, unless they were sleeping or something, but she really didn't care. She brushed her blonde curls behind her back and over to the other shoulder before throwing her black off the shoulder shirt on and a pair of skinny jeans. They really weren't anything special, just a few tears here and there and same with her shirt, just plain black. Knowing she needed a little color to her outfit she dug through the close and fround a multi purple colored scarf that she threw on and her purple pumps that almost matched, only thing is they weren't multi colored. She slipped them on carefully before walking back to the bathroom and looked at herself in the full mirror to examine her outfit. She scrunched the sleves of the shirt up halfway and brushed herself off once before heading out.
At about seven at night, a peppermint mocha frappe was sounding great, and she really didn't want to be couped up in the bus the rest fo the night. She really had nothing else to do, she didn't party, or do clubs, and besides it was a little early for that anyway. Katlida was thankful the small town was may be a few blocks away and it was a nice walk there.She walked passed a few little old fashioned looking stores before she came to her destanation. She pushed open the door of the cafe and from there on all you could smell was the stong espresso. Katie walked up to the counter and waited just a few seconds in line before being greeted by the cashier." Could I get a large Peppermint Mocha frappe?" The girl nodded and went to fetch her the drink. While she was gone Kat looked around the little shop. There were a few people here and there, with an open window seat, which she wanted to scoop up before comeone else did. Once the cashier came back she handed her the money, took her drink and went to have a seat. She sipped lightly at the extremely sweet drink while she watched out the window. Sometimes she enjoyed sitting by herslef, outside of the tour bus or the hotel room. It was just nice to finally get away from all the commotion.
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[/color] click here for outfitCREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES Hope this was okay ^^ WORD COUNT Six hundred and Eighty three [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by christian erik hope; on Nov 28, 2011 13:21:42 GMT -5
THE WORLD COUNTS LOUDLY TO TEN.
one, two, three, four, five ... [/font][/center] Chris didn't know why on Earth he had decided that he required a hot chocolate at seven PM, or why he felt he had to go out to get one. He had showered already, run a hand through his hair for that natural unkempt look that he seemed so famed for, and dressed in black jeans and an old band shirt. A glance outside told him that if he ended up freezing to death due to the weather that was getting ever colder, the band wouldn't take it too well (he thought) and he had tracked down a similarly old leather jacket that had somehow found it's way under his pillow before he left the bus, hands in his pockets. He could've gone for a nice stroll, maybe looked at some of the sights at night, but in the end, he decided to take the fastest route there so he was out of the cold and actually had something to drink. In the end, he thought the reason why he had been so antsy was that, quite simply, he needed to get away from the claustrophobic tour bus for a while and take a chance to breathe.
He rolled into the coffee shop around twenty minutes later, glancing around. The place wasn't particularly packed, which was expected for a coffee shop at this time, really. He supposed anyone he had expected to see would be out partying or on stage or, maybe, just asleep like the dead somewhere. To be fair, he didn't keep greats tabs on his bandmates and friends; he just assumed they were okay or hoped for the best. The cashier asked him what he wanted, and Chris realised he had spent too much scoping the area to even glance up at the menu boards. "Um ... a normal hot chocolate, I guess?" he tried, in the hopes that such a thing existed here. You could never be sure with coffee places; it might end up fancy as hell with tiny marshmallows and quadruple the price, but secretly he hoped not. Eventually, his drink got back to him - thankfully, without all the adornments - and he paid the cashier before glancing around to see where he could sit that didn't make him seem like a complete loner. A man couldn't help it if he suddenly procured a sweet tooth, okay?!
He spotted a familiar blonde head near the window and frowned to himself. He was sure he saw her around, but he couldn't place where. Nevertheless, she didn't seem likely to punch him if he approached (it hadn't happened in a coffee shop yet, but there was a first for everything), and so he did. "Mind if I sit?" he asked, once he was within earshot of her. He was acutely aware that, to his own ears, he didn't have the clean-cut American accent that most people around here would have; to his own ears, everything sounded too heavily accented to make sense, even if that wasn't the case. It was, after all, only four words. But he hated to stand out. ...six, seven, eight, nine... [/font] WORDS! 515 TAGGED katie NOTES! hope this works :3 CREDITS! clarity. @ psyence fictionSONG! "Sonne" by Rammstein (translated) ...aus.[/color][/font][/center] |
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Post by katlida on Dec 1, 2011 5:48:35 GMT -5
Katlida stared at the drink in her hands. It looked like a pile of processed sugar covered with whip cream, more sugar, and laced with a few pieces of peppermint at the top, and more sugar. She really didn't understand show she could've drank five or six of theese and really never gain a pound. She was thankful for her extremely fast matabolism which she had been blessed with from a young age. She was use to be able to eat boxes, literally, boxes and boxes of twinkies at a time, not making herself sick, no getting fat. Her parents constantly joked with her that one day all the junk food would catch up with her which would make her extremely mad. Though that's what they said it really never did happen. She was actually, unlike many girls, happy with herself. She wasn't chuncky nor was she a total stick figure,which was just disgusting. She couldn't stand girls like the super models who where extremely tall,unlike her standin only at 5"2 ,and weighting just as much as she did.
The blonde looked out the window for a moment, before she turned to see someone approach her. He asked to sit and she nodded quickly in reply. " Of course you can." The blonde smiled to the man. He had to be on tour with her, she just knew she's seen his face around before and she really never forgot faces. She cocked her head a smidge before speaking again. " You're with one of the bands aren't you? I know i've seen you around the before." Kat had may be met one or two people outside her band and their crew, sadly enough, she really didn't get out much. She was afraid that when she did actually get out she'd be awkward, like now, of course her blushing problem would kick in. Katlida really couldn't help it, she's tried everything to get herself to stop. Hell even tanning didn't work and believe it or not pink cheeks don't look good on orange tinted people. It took her some time after that to return to her regular color, extremely white, which she was one hundred percent fine with now.
She took a quick drink of the peppermint drink before beginning to speak again. " I'm Katlida by the way, you can call me Katie or Kat if you'd prefer." Her warm little smirk never left her face. Sometimes Katie was afarid when she did talk to people she'd come off almost too nice and scare someone away. Though Katie couldn't ever treat someone direspectfully, that was just wrong. She couldn't understand how people on her tour could be such assholes and get away with it. Of course she'd rather not be the one standing up to them since she never knew what being jumped felt like, and really insisted on not finding out. The blonde tucked a pierce of a fly away curl behind her ear before looking back over to him. The more she actually did look at him she just knew he was with one of the bands. He was too attractive to be one of the locals, besides, not many locals would be at a coffee shop this late at night, they'd be out partying with the bands, like her friends were. She hated how they'd leave her alone, but technically she was just the make up girl so who care. She did but it wasn't like her opinion really mattered anyway.
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[/color] click here for outfitCREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES I'm extremely sory this took so long to get up! WORD COUNT Five hundred and Eighty four [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by christian erik hope; on Dec 1, 2011 13:42:31 GMT -5
THE WORLD COUNTS LOUDLY TO TEN.
one, two, three, four, five ... [/font][/center] "Thank you." Chris gave her a slight smile as he sat down opposite, glad that she had not decided to say no or kick him out or something else equally horrific. Not that he thought she would, not at first glance; she just didn't seem to have that demeanor. He took a moment to glance out of the window - the fact that one could see the world go by while you were behind glass and removed from it all interested him in a vaguely poetic way, but with no real way of putting it into words, he decided not to dwell on the thought so much and glanced back at her when she mentioned 'bands'. At first, he thought that seeing him around wouldn't be that difficult to do, not when you were flanked with Xander, Kaiden and Winnie, but then he realised that aside from being on stage, and those few moments he took it upon himself to be social, he was usually hiding away in the tour bus and hoping no one noticed him - so maybe he was quite difficult to recognise, after all. The thought amused him, though he didn't show it outwardly, that he could be part of such a band, and yet it was still difficult to be found. He hoped he could continue this kind of lifestyle if (when?) they attained a level of fame that would cause paparazzi to be more involved in all their lifestyles. Realising that he had spent a moment too long being amused at his own train of thought, he decided that he really ought to introduce himself in a similar way to her, if only to stop any awkwardness forming (provided it hadn't already; sometimes, he could be incredibly dense when it came to the atmosphere around him).
"Nice to meet you, Katie," he greeted, already giving her one of her chosen nicknames, the smile widening by a fraction so it was no longer just merely polite, but actually quite a friendly one too, now. "I'm Chris -- you know me as the bassist of Forever Cursed?" he guessed, looking at her carefully for some sign of recognition. He could be wrong. She could have merely seen him as he skulked around near the autograph tents, which would be awkward, but there was no time like the present to assert your fame, right?
"Are you with a band?" he added, still looking at her. He had no idea. He saw her backstage sometimes, though; that meant something, he thought. Either way, it seemed like she might make good company for some part of the evening. ...six, seven, eight, nine... [/font] WORDS! 439 TAGGED KATIE NOTES! so, basically, the paragraphs just get slowly shorter ... proof of a dying muse? Dx CREDITS! clarity. @ psyence fictionSONG! "Sonne" by Rammstein (translated) ...aus.[/color][/font][/center] |
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