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[neko]

There was a time and place for most things. Like getting wasted, which, unusually was not now. It was fairly early, so it just wouldn't be right. plus, he honestly wasn't in the mood. Maybe later, when he was more in the mind set for being around other people. It was one of those days, were he wanted to hide away, social interaction being an interaction he did not want. especially from those he knew that would just get on his last nerve.


He loved his bandmates dearly, but he needed to get away from the tour bus, even if for a short while. As to where he would go, Kaiden was not too sure. He had originally wanted to go somewhere secluded but that was proving a challenge, as he bumped into people as he shuffled past the venue. Wanting to blend in, he had chosen to pull up the hood of his black hoodie, covering the majority of his black hair. There was a rare occasion when he wore anything but black. Though, that seemed to suit him just fine. He slinked on over with his guitar case over his back, finally figuring and where to go.


Opening the door, he was rather relieved to see he was alone. Sitting down on one of the couches, pulling out his guitar. The guitarist was not really in the mood to play, yet he wanted to go somewhere quiet regardless. Idly plucking the strings, he wasn't really paying attention. And that was the way he usually went by. he could focus, when he wanted to. Just not now. He was planning on relaxing today, nothing more. God forbidden if he had to be on stage tonight, that would just kill him considering his rather pessimistic mood. Flicking a stray strand of his hair out of his face, he stopped with the guitar for a second, to just lay on the couch, convinced he was alone. And not to be disturbed neither. Well, hopefully. Closing his eyes momenterialy, he was glad for a few minutes of silence.

WORDS! 330
STATUS! complete
TAGS! OPEN
NOTES! n/a

INSPIRATION! n/a
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[desiree jezebel de luca;]

Long legs, blonde hair, and a pretty face. Desiree de Luca—better known as Jinx to most—should have been sitting back and relaxing. She should have been flirting and going out with boys and getting trashed because that’s what most other twenty year old girls did when they were free from parental inhibitions and on a tour with a bunch of bands filled with attractive musicians. But she had always been the hardworking type who liked to overachieve, and that was precisely why she was currently skulking around in a pair of shorts and a camisole with a small notebook tucked in her back pocket and a pen sticking through the loose bun her hair had been pulled into. She blew away a few golden locks that had gotten free before pressing her lips into a small pout, clearly dissatisfied that there was no one of notable interest to corner and interrogate for small tidbits of information.

Being a journalist and a member of the paparazzi often meant that she was very much disliked and was deemed a pest to be avoided, and though her more sentimental side was a bit hurt by her overall lack of friends, she found that she couldn’t quite give up on her love for writing, even if what she was writing was purely slander and gossip. It tore her between her career aspirations and desire to befriend her peers, but she liked to rationally tell herself that if people couldn’t deal with her without getting annoyed by her journalism, then it was their loss. Never mind the fact that she blurred the lines of professionalism and personal affairs by writing about the secrets of others. Never mind the fact that it was hard to separate business from pleasure when a girl was part of the paparazzi.

Blinking a few times, Desiree felt a bit of hopefulness when she saw the sight of a figure in black. In the distance, she could make out the shape of a guitar slung over his shoulder, and before the man pulled his hood out, she could differentiate his rather distinct hairstyle from the rest of the people in the area. A small smile formed on her lips, but it quickly fell away as she quickened her pace in hopes of catching him before he disappeared from her line of sight.

Much to her chagrin, he turned to enter the music room. It would be nearly awkward entering to interrogate him now, but she supposed that she proved herself to be shameless enough thus far anyway. What would it matter if she acted rude and barged in on what was likely his practicing time? So she took a deep breath and hoped she looked calm as she casually pushed open the door and entered the room, taking a seat across from the familiar face.

Tilting her head a bit, she felt a few loose blonde locks slip over her shoulder as she offered a misleadingly friendly smile and chirped, "You seem down. Anything I can help with?"

tag;; kaiden
word count;; 5 0 9
muse;; great~
notes;; hope my post was alright!

[neko]

Was he stupid enough to think he could get a few minutes peace? Probably, since it was very likely that someone would enter a public practise room. Yet, he didn't seem to think of it at the time. Being stuck on the bus was not an opinion, not just now. His mood was at a low point, considering the current date. It was almost fours to the day, not that anyone else knew. His past, it was hidden, from everyone. Not even his closest of friends had the foggiest, and it was going to stay that way. Because he was moving forward, right? Or at least, he was trying to.


Living in the past was not an option, given that he was focusing on his music. Or at least, trying to. There were days, like today, when he felt slightly vulnerable, hence why he had came out to 'hide' in a sense. Closing his eyes, he couldn't really drop off, not when someone was likely to barge in at any moment. It was just typical, though there were plenty of bands on this tour, many actually wanting to use this room for practise. Unlike himself, whom was just using it as a temporary hiding spot.


He hoped that no one was daring enough to come find hm. Because moving form this spot was not going to happen. Clearly, Kaiden was not ready to face the world today, or this week for that matter. He had already planned to drown his sorrows later, adding to the whole forgetting the past deal. Sure, it wasn't a healthy way with dealing with things. But that was how he operated, careless and recklessly. He had somewhat calmed down...with the drugs at least. He was really desperate back then, but now he had music, a reason to move forward. Awkwardly tracing the light faded pink scars on his forearm, his eyes went straight to the door as it burst open. He quickly pulled down his sleeves, frowning as the figure approached him.


It took him a second to realize who it was. He did not know the girl very well, but he had seen her snooping around the venue, notepad in hand. A journalist, he had gathered. The very scum he would rather not talk to, especially right now. It was bad luck that he had to encounter her nope, of all times when eh was feeling this down. Something that could be picked up and put out there for all to see. Not good, considering how he was trying to hide all his weaknesses. The paparazzi knew no boundaries, even breaking into his moment of relaxation. It really pissed him off, which was evident from the scowl on his face. He sat up, leaning into the couch, crossing his arms defensively across his chest.


"What's it to you? Stop acting like you give a shit" he sniped back, trying to hold in his foul mood. "As a matter of fact you can, by leaving right out that door, you'll be doing me a massive favor" he snorted, really not wanting this distraction. But press being press, it was unlikely she would adhere to his threats.

WORDS! 530
STATUS! complete
TAGS! jinx
NOTES! it was fine ~

INSPIRATION! n/a
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[desiree jezebel de luca;]

Seeing the menacing look on his face and hearing the menacing tone of voice he used gave Desiree the notion that she should have been afraid. After all, he was a guy, and if things got out of hand, then she’d be the one with the short end of the stick. But she never really heeded danger or threats. She was a journalist. People were bound to try to scare her in hopes that she’d crawl away and hide under a hole rather than continue attempting to bring secrets out of the dark. Luckily, she was used hostile behaviour directed at her, after having been at the receiving end for years. As a result, she smiled pleasantly and shrugged, sitting back further in her seat so she draw her legs up and wrap her arms around them as she quietly analysed his facial expressions and made a mental note of them.

There was no doubt in her mind that he probably didn’t even know who she was. To him, he was probably just some nosy journalist whose name wasn’t worthy of remembering. That wasn’t to say she held him up on a pedestal with any sort of special regard, but she did make it a job to know the name of everyone on the tour. It was for two very simple reasons. First, it would be quite mortifying if she were in the middle of writing some sort of intense piece, only to stop halfway through when she discovered that she hadn’t the foggiest idea what the person she was writing about was named. Second, she couldn’t imagine not knowing the names of the people around her. It was more of a formality, really.

If his expression and words weren’t enough proof, then the fact that the longer she looked at Kaiden, the more signs she could find that he was upset about something was significant. He crossed his arms over his chest, and if her psychology class back in her high school years taught her anything, it was that crossed arms was body language that could be interpreted as he was trying to ward someone away. Likely her, with her endless questioning and unwillingness to accept silence. She almost smiled wryly at how predictable she was and how he was smart enough to pick up on the typical paparazzi pattern of action.

The main point, however, was that he was clearly not in a proper frame of mind to deal with her. Desiree wondered if that meant he’d be any easier to crack. He’d probably be easier to annoy and irritate, and angry people had a way of letting words slip past their lips even if they didn’t mean to say them. It was low of her to pick on him during what was presumably a moment of weakness when he deserved some alone time. It wasn’t even as if she was lacking in knowledge of other secrets and scandals or even some sort of praise to write about when her deadline arrived and she needed to have an article ready for her publisher. But he was the type who kept his secrets quite well, and she was the type who was curious and couldn’t let an opportunity like this slip by.

She allowed a tiny smirk to form on her lips as she murmured, "No need to be so touchy. I’m hurt that you’d accuse me of not caring. What would make you think that? I like to think we’re friends, so I couldn’t possibly leave you all alone. Sorry. You can request something else though."

tag;; kaiden
word count;; 5 9 8
muse;; great~
notes;; sorry for taking so long to respond!

[neko]

The silent judgement of the girl’s eyes made him feel all that more uncomfortable. And very, very annoyed. He wasn’t the best wit social interactions, much less with people that he didn’t like. Overly loud, immature, nosey. It was mainly the latter, since he could be obnoxious and childish...when he wanted. Though he was usually very wasted in that sense. He was probably more sociable in that state, than he ever was sober. The walls eh built up were still there though, if a bit taken down, when he wasn’t conscious on what he was doing. He wasn't too sure if that was a good or bad thing. Probably not so great, seeing how covering up his problems with drinking excessively didn’t help that much.


His music, it did somewhat help. Yet, the guard he had built up around himself would stay imperishable. It was rarely broken down for others to see the sad, vulnerable side to him that he was so desperate in hiding away from the world. It was stupid, to be seen as that weak. So being like this, suited him fine. Bottling everything up wasn’t healthy, but it was what he had done for a long time. And it wasn’t like he could change his mentality over night.


He couldn’t take her looking at him, vying for information, like a vulture going down on its prey. It was revolting, on how the media got a kick of exploiting secrets. Especially ones that were better left unsaid. It caused drama, btu eh guessed that was the whole point. The public thrived on the lies the media fed them , to keep them entertained. It was pretty sad, in all honesty. Yet, that was the world, unfair. That much, Kaiden understood fully.


The guitarist continued to glare back at the girl, wishing she would just disappear. He really did not need this, not now. He was feeling pretty vulnerable right now, and had been all this week. It was a bad combination, as he was also rather ticked off. And there was always the possibility of hi exploding. Not that he would take out any violence on a girl, but the same couldn’t be said for his choice of language...


It was funny how two faced they could be, trying to worm their way into your past. Kaiden didn’t let go of his arms that were tightly crossed against his chest, just shaking his head. ”You’re full of bullshit, you know that?” he commented, just staring ahead.


”You’re not getting anything out of me, okay? I’m not in the mood. I do request that you sit there and say nothing to me. Got that? Go bother someone else, i’m not that interesting” he shook his head, hiding his face in his hands, hoping she would just leave him be. He wasn’t doing his best to seem happy, as he was being defensive, more so than usual. And his depressed mood was too easily to tell.

WORDS! 400
STATUS! complete
TAGS! jinx
NOTES! blehthissucks

INSPIRATION! n/a
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[desiree jezebel de luca;]

Sometimes Desiree felt guilty about the methods she used to find secrets. She understood what it was like to have weak moments, and she was quite certain that having a stranger peck at a sore spot predatorily was like throwing salt into a wound. But sometimes was the key word. If she had been able to swallow her conscience for years thus far whenever she kicked people while they were down, then she could do it again right now. If she was able to spill her friends’ secrets before, then she could definitely do it to a stranger.

There were moments when she questioned if perhaps questioning someone while he was drunk and wasted would be easier. Possibly more violent as well, but a little pepper spray could be good defence. Or she could always get two muscle-bound lackeys to make sure she didn’t wind up going home all bruised and broken like some sort of abused, dependent woman. Nevertheless, she always heard alcohol was the best truth serum, though it wasn’t like she really had any evidence to back it up. Who knew? Maybe in the future when she was really just sick off all the idle gossip and twisted amusement that people felt when they read about scandal, she would retire and write a fascinating article filled with pseudo-scientific research about the real relationship between the bottle and honesty. Until then, she would continue toting around her overflowing conscience and writing like she didn’t care about the well-beings of others. If people already had that expectation from her simply because she was a journalist, then who was she to try to break the stereotype to act compassionate? She always was one who functioned better as a mindless, secretly emotional sheep in a herd anyway.

Looking at Kaiden, the resentment he felt toward her nearly tangible. Desiree nearly amused herself with it by reaching out to see if perhaps she could grab some of that emotion. Paparazzi were called the scum of the earth for being nosy and getting involved in affairs that were not of their concern to make a few bucks out of it, but human nature wasn’t so glossily perfect in the first place. She could tell that if he didn’t hate her already, then he was pretty close to that state, and this was considering he hardly knew her. She didn’t really blame him though. If she were in his shoes, then she probably wouldn’t stop to analyze the person intent on wreaking havoc and stirring up drama in her life either.

Smiling wryly, she replied, "You’re being so mean to me, but it’s alright. I won’t hold it against you. Telling someone what’s troubling you so much might make you feel better though. Talking is a good thing. It means you’re sharing your trouble so you won’t have to bear your burden yourself anymore."

[/color] She could help but to frown a bit when he buried his face in his hands, looking uncharacteristically weak and delicate. It plucked at something in her heartstrings; something that made her tell herself to back off a little because continuing to try to bring up some painful memories for money was too low and her conscience just wouldn’t be able to take it. In a softer tone, she reluctantly mumbled, "I’ll be nice this time and take pity on you. Instead of asking a bunch of questions, I’ll shut up like you requested. Don’t ever say that I was a sanctimonious, merciless bitch though."[/color] [/blockquote]

tag;; kaiden
word count;; 5 8 5
muse;; great~
notes;; so...sleepy. x.x
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[neko]

Kaiden of course was not comfortable, who would be with this constant probing. Though to be honest, she wasn’t too bad. For now. But she was bound to get worse, right. It was all in the tactics. They were all the same, which must of been a sad way of life, making money that way. Or rather, he had assumed. He wasn’t going on fats , just his own judgement. Which was just biased considered how he saw how those tabloid exploited more fiction than true fact. And it downright worried him that his secrets could be laid bare for everyone to see.

To learn how pathetic he had been, especially with his past with drugs. And his childhood..that he would rather keep under wraps. It wasn’t something anyone needed to know, it was the past. Long gone, time to get on with his life. He couldn’t stay in the past forever, nor did he need to be reminded of his mistakes. It would just delay the process he had been working hard towards, forgetting. Already, it was not easy, unless he was out partying, or playing his music. Of which, he was doing neither at the current moment. He wondered how he must of looked to her, as he struggled to keep his composure.

Argumentative, weak? Was that what she thought? He told himself constantly he couldn’t care less of what others thought of him. Though, he would be lying. Of course he cared, hence why he kept up this tough facade, so no one could see the cracks in his foundations. And he had been like that for so long, he couldn’t see the point in changing. Kaiden just sat there, wondering what she would write about. Or maybe she would adhere to his threats and just leave him be.

He clearly was not all that welcoming of her, not in the slightest. He didn’t know her, at all, but already he had formed her personality in his mind. Maybe he was being a bit judgemental himself, but he couldn’t help it. All the media, were the same, right? Trying not to come across as a complete asshole, he took his glare off her, and focused on the ground instead. Before he felt the need to say something he probably shouldn’t. And that would land him in very hot water, especially with his manager. ”I’m not being meaning, I just appreciate my privacy being invaded. And if i were to share with anyone it wouldn’t be someone I barely know.” he spoke, though it was threatening than before, more pleading than anything.

He sighed slightly, waving back a stray strand of his hair. He frowned when she became more sympathetic..as honestly it wasn’t what he wanted. It made him feel weak now. Tensing up, he returned to glaring at her, hands now by his sides. ”Look, I don’t need your pity, I’m not some pathetic human being. I’m just..it’s just..a bad day for me, okay? Not that you actually acre, no, you just want a story, I’m not stupid” he have sneered, leaning into the couch, picking up his guitar as he began to strum idly.

WORDS! 400
STATUS! complete
TAGS! jinx
NOTES! this took forever, sorry!
INSPIRATION! n/a
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[desiree jezebel de luca;]

If Desiree had better control over her emotions, she was fairly certain that she would have had the ability to continue questioning Kaiden rather mercilessly, not once giving thought to how he must have felt and easily disregarding that wounded look he had on his face. But alas, she always was too kind for her own good, so she gave into the nagging of her conscience and knew that she meant it when she told him that she would let him off the hook instead of continuously poking around for information. She was weak like that, and she hated it about herself, though her heart went certainly thumping right along in her chest, feeling pretty proud and content that it won this battle. Her sense of self-accomplishment, however, went plummeting at the thought that she was being soft yet again. She always wanted to appear strong and unbreakable, merciless and heartless. Even though a lot of people wished that there were more people as kind and sweet as she technically was underneath her snobby exterior, she wanted to be genuinely tougher and sometimes loathed having a different side to her personality. Other times (such as when she was feeling carefree and was being herself), she didn’t quite mind the act.

As she continued to watch Kaiden, her heart stirred a bit more, attempting to prompt her to speak to him with the intention of raising his spirits rather than to gather information for another article. That was something she utterly refused to do. First, because she had already betrayed her act enough by easing up on the pressure she had previously placed on him. Second, she had the feeling that her good intentions would be twisted because most of the people whom she came across had a preset belief that her type (that type being journalists) were two-faced jerks who only acted friendly and supportive because of ulterior motives. She was rather sure from the dirty looks that he gave her that he could be clumped into the category of people who disliked her despite not really knowing her. Not that she really minded. Desiree was used to it at this point.

Her suspicion was confirmed by his words, to which she shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant and uncaring. "Suit yourself. I guess I’m just the type who’s very direct about what’s on my mind."

[/color] It didn’t take her longer than a split second to know that she had just smoothly told an absolute lie. She had a tendency to tell a lot of those since the years began in which she decided that acting mean was a good way of keeping herself from becoming a pawn for others. But it wasn’t as if he needed to know that she was lying.

Needless to say, she was fairly surprised when he had stopped his glaring, though it didn’t take him long to resume, and she wasn’t very surprised by that. Another small smile formed on her lips as she listened to him speak and then pick up his guitar, strumming a few chords that she failed to identify. "Everybody has bad days. I was just offering my sympathy and a listening ear. I have more than enough stories to keep readers hooked without having to break my back trying to get a word out of you."[/color] She sat back and crossed one leg over the other, attempting to seem as laid-back and uncaring as she claimed to be. [/blockquote]

tag;; Kaiden
word count;; 5 7 8
muse;; Okay~
notes;; Merrr, not my best. Sorry >.<
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[neko]

Kaiden wasn’t in the best of moods, though he was trying to not let that show too much. Nor was he trying to focus on Desiree that much. Hell, he even realised that he couldn’t recall her name. not that it was needed, as he was sure that he would end up ignoring after this nightmare was over. She wasn’t probing him as much as he first thought though he was certain that this was just an act, to get him to open up more.

But that was not going to happen, not now. He was far too determined not to let her see through the cracks in his exterior, the ones that he was so desperately trying to hide, even now. His rough days were the worst, as he was more prone to being vulnerable and letting a glimmer of his weakness seep through. And he didn’t want that. Because no one knew about it, not his bandmates, not no one on this damn tour. His past was just that, his past, yet Kaiden found it hard to let go, even though he told himself constantly that he was over it.

But honestly, he was only pushing his problems to the back of his mind instead of helping himself. It was the way he been living for so long, he hadn’t thought of changing his ways. Was there any point now? He wasn’t exactly the most open person on the planet and he could live with that, even if it annoyed just about everyone around him. Rolling his eyes, he continued on with his act of acting like a jerk, to the media. He honestly wasn’t really listening to her, nor was he trying to care neither. ”Whatever” he yawned, ignoring the blonde girl blankly, as he picked up his guitar.

He was now putting his focus, into his strumming though it was fairly quiet, not into a particularly tune..just enough so that he could drown out the girl. Or at least try to, more like. ”I don’t need sympathy, Blondie, nor am I going to tell you anything. If you really don’t then you should just go, what’s the point of you being here?” he looked at her for a second, his eyes less glaring more vulnerable, trying to shake away that second of weakness he was probably showing. He was feeling low, yes, though he was trying to hide it again. He went back to glaring at her again, as he started to play a few chords from one of forever cursed’s recent songs.

WORDS! 400
STATUS! complete
TAGS! jinx
NOTES! this took forever, sorry!
INSPIRATION! n/a
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[desiree jezebel de luca;]

It wasn’t something Desiree was particularly proud to admit, but there was a sort of sadistic amusement that lingered beneath her surface whenever she witnessed others in a state of misery and distress. It was another one of those things that had special sayings crafted to their dedication, and she supposed the proper clichéd quote to match the current situation was that misery loved company. Particularly if the said company was even more miserable. That wasn’t to say she was unhappy with her life. Quite the contrary, actually. She was pretty satisfied with the goals she periodically moved closer to reaching, and she was proud of the things she was capable of accomplishing. However, the one minor aspect of her life that troubled was her unrelenting ability to show her true colours. It irked her to think that she naturally slipped into an act nowadays whereas it used to take concentrated effort to do so. Sometimes she wandered if being mean was becoming a part of her, and the idea frightened her because didn’t really want to be mean.

Maintaining a steady gaze on the figure dressed in black across from her, she found that almost envied how effortless it was for him to act mean. Perhaps her choice of words was a little on the childish side, but it was the only thing that really fit the description to a tee. Kaiden acted like a jerk, the exact opposite of the sorts of gentlemen she used to dream of when dating and love were matters of importance. Besides the nosiness that paparazzi members where characterized by, she felt a genuine sort of curiosity as to what could make him so bitter and rude. It wouldn’t make him any better company, nor would she view him as any more than a good source of gossip, but the way humans developed was simply fascinating.

When it became blatant and blindingly obvious that her words were falling upon deaf ears, she felt an acute annoyance. He could at least have had the decency to pretend to care, though she supposed she hadn’t really expected much else from a guy like him—and she meant that with a negative connotation, of course. The belief was beginning to set in that being around him was getting to be a waste of time. She had already promised to back off today, and she was the sort of girl who kept her word. If she lingered around any longer, then she was quite certain that she might pick up a few of his bad manners. As she contemplated the decision, he began strumming a few chords that she couldn’t clearly distinguish. Music was never her forte anyway.

Rolling her eyes like a petulant child, she nonchalantly replied, "God, you’re like a scornful toddler sometimes. I don’t like you enough to offer you my sympathy, but I said I wouldn’t press the issue, didn’t I? And stop being so bossy. I reserve the right to sit wherever I please. Besides, maybe I choose this spot just because I know everything about me annoys you, and I’m happy about it."

[/color] She knew it was silly of her to sink to his level of maturity by acting like somewhat of a brat, but if he insisted upon acting the way he did, then she would show him that two people could play the game.[/blockquote]

tag;; Kaiden
word count;; 5 6 5
muse;; Okay~
notes;; Sorry it took so long to reply! I've just been busy lately. x.x
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