*-- caffeine nightmares [aislin]

[neko]

It was perhaps a little too early for his taste. Yet Kaiden could not sleep. Though, to be honest, he struggled to recall a time when he could sleep through the whole night. Rubbing his tired eyes, he couldn’t stay in the bus or in the venue for too long. He could not stand being stuck in the same place for too long, he had to keep moving. Otherwise, he would be left alone with his thoughts, and that was never a good thing. It only made him feel down, which was not what he had wanted. Not now, when he was trying to get on with his life.


The band helped him alot, and for that he was very grateful. It gave him a distraction, from the past that still haunted him years later. He struggled to cope with the void in his life, filling it with stupid antics, like partying, drugs. His attitude hadn’t changed an awful lot, yet he had to give up the drugs, it did nearly destroy him. Yawning yet again, Kaiden had walked down the street, his hair a wavy mess, hanging down his back. He had his leather jacket on, not that it was cold, mainly just for appearances.


He was used to getting a few looks, giving that he was in a band. It was annoying in a sense that he was recognised. And stopped, for autographs. Though the band was just recently formed so...the fans weren’t nearly that crazy as he had seen for other bands. Running a hand through his hair, he wasn’t sure where to be headed this morning. He was out in the town and was relatively happy that it was so quiet. Most certainly a good thing, considering how he couldn’t deal with people today. Well, most. Especially those that just wanted to get on his nerves...His mind raced back to earlier on in the week, when that journalist had hounded him.


Another reason why has mood this week had been slighted. Now she had been very difficult to ignore, not helping but be so insistent on getting a story out of him. Frowning, Kaiden had found himself wandered into a nearby coffee shop, for some reason or another. He had ordered himself a black coffee before taking a seat nearest the back. Flipping out his cell, he stared at it blankly before shoving it down on the table, resting his head on his arms, completely zoning out.

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

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

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[aislin 'ricky' alvilda;]

Aislin was laying in her hoitie-toitie hotel room laying under piles of howeverthefuckmany thread-count sheets and uncomfortably smushed in to a mattress that was too soft with a toxic comforter that hadn't been washed in got knows how long threatening to touch her. It was driving her insane to the point where she wanted to scream. No sleep for almost two days was taking it's toll on her, and if sleep wasn't impossible enough as is, her father had called, drunk as drunk could be, to tell her that he loved her.

Sleep would never come again to her. Not while she was laying in bed, stewing in her own sad juices. With a silent groan, she sat up and pulled her long hair over to one shoulder, sticking a cigarette in her mouth, pulled out her silver zippo and lit her cancer stick. She watched the cherry glow, angry and red as she drew in a lungful of toxic chemicals, then blew them out in a thick, silvery stream of smoke. With an exasperated sigh she stood up and made her way over to her suitcase and pulled out some clothes and quickly threw them on, tossed her leather jacket on the bed and went in to the bathroom, still puffing on her smoke and flicked the cherry off of it half way and stuck it in her hoodie pocket, quickly ran a comb through her still puffy hair, washed her face and just put on some mascara, brushed her teeth and sighed, going back to grab her leather, pulled on her Doc Martens boots, laced them up and walked out the door.

When she walked on to the street she noticed how bracing the cool air and pulled her cigarette out, then lit it, walking down the dark street by herself, noting the fact that people were staring. Not her fault. She drew her jacket tighter around her body and hummed a little to herself, noticing the somewhat familiar silhouette of Kaiden and tilted her head, then wondered why he was out at this hour. She decided to let him be, he was probably drunk off his ass or something. She puffed on her cigarette a little while longer and made her way towards the cafe and silently stopped.

She missed her sister, and thought about her for a moment, why wasn't Ivy around lately? it boggled her mind. She tucked a smoke behind her ear and went in to the cafe, ordering a vanilla bean frappuchino and noticed that Kaiden was sitting inside, all by himself. She wandered over to him and stood behind the chair, giving him a small look "C-care for some company?" She asked, her thick sweedish accent muddling her words somewhat.

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[neko]

He was already in his own world, a dreamless land to be perfectly honest. He wasn’t consciously thinking, just hoping for blank thoughts. He hated being on his own, and having those memories flood back so suddenly. It was downright annoying, as it was troubling him. though it really shouldn’t of. He sighed, not looking up from his position, nor touching the hot cup of coffee to his right hand side. He honestly didn’t know why he had came here, it was on impulse rather than anything else. It felt strange, to be sober, but it was he didn’t feel like drinking just yet. And he hadn’t had an awful lot the night before. He did drink most nights, just to forget.


And tonight would be no different. A binge was way overdue, though he hoped he wouldn’t be all alone tonight. Nothing was worse than drinking alone. That was about the only time when he felt comfortable in most company. Most other times, he did feel very awkward, unless it was someone he knew well enough. Sighing he closed his eyes, really not paying attention to the room, or who was in it. He told himself this was better than being stuck on the bus, but yet, he didn’t feel like it.


It still felt..crampt somehow, as if he were trapped. Could he ever be free? Kaiden was not too sure. He barely registered anything, even when he heard a familiar accent in the near distance. Snapping his eyes open, he knew he couldn’t just be impolite and shun away those he knew. Even he wasn’t that band.


”Uh, sure, why not?” he shrugged, with a slight smile, sitting up in his seat, trying not to act like a slob. His eyes scanned over the girl again, the make-up artist, right? He was the type of person to be terrible with names and faces, though he did recognise her blue hair form anywhere. Her name was Aislin, that much he knew..Though that was about it. He was a bit of an introvert at times, and rarely conversed with those he didn’t know too well. But he decided to be polite today..pus he couldn’t just say no, that would make him seem like a bad person. And he wasn’t all that terrible.

” So uh, how are you?” he asked, a little pained, taking a sip of his coffee, screwing up his nose the bitter taste getting to him. Rubbing his eyes, he was doing his best to seem ‘with it’ and not completely away in thought, like he was.

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

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

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[aislin 'ricky' alvilda;]

Aislin gave a small smile and sat down, setting her cup on the table, holding it with both hands, almost like a toddler would. She tucked some hair behind her ear and let her eyes wander across his face, noting that he seemed to be a little involved in his thoughts, and it made her wonder what he was thinking about. She bit her lip slightly and took a sip of her drink, looking down at the table. When he asked her how she was, she looked up at him and offered another little smile. "I'm alright, thanks, how about you?" Aislin asked, her tone soft, having noticed the pained undertone in his voice. She didn't know what was causing him pain, but it made her curious, and she wanted to know. However she didn't press the issue at all.

Aislin played with the cuff of her leather jacket, being careful of the sharp spikes and such that covered it. It wasn't hers originally, it belonged to one of her good friends, and when he passed away, the jacket made it's way to her, and she had worn it ever since. She didn't realize she was lost in her own thoughts until she felt the warm pricking of tears threatening to escape. She blinked them away and focused on Kaiden at that point. "So, why are you out so late?" She asked, tiling her head a little. She wasn't really expecting an answer, or at least, a long one, from what she was told about the band, Kaiden didn't open up to people easily.

Aislin looked around from where she was, they were at the back of the cafe, and it was dark inside, the people hardly paid any attention to them, she leaned over and cracked the window open, too lazy to go outside and smoke. She pulled a cigarette out from behind her ear and lit it, making sure that all the smoke went out the window and didn't linger around them "You smoke?" She asked, trying very hard not to let her voice waver at all, she was very socially awkward, but unfortunately, loved to make friends. This came with a price, because she was often uncomfortable in certain situations, unlike now, which she was sort of almost comfortable in her own skin, for once in her life.

While she waited for his answer she took a casual glance out the large window and watched the people wander around at night, and she shivered at the thought that one of them might be a psycho killer or something and be out looking for his, or her, next victim. She shivered at the thought and took a drag from her cigarette, blowing the smoke out the window. Aislin picked up her drink and took a sip, grateful for the cold drink, it helped clear the cloudy mess of thoughts she had in her head.

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[neko]

Kaiden wasn’t in the best of moods, but it was rare he ever was, especially when sober. He did happen to wonder why he hadn’t gotten himself wasted already. Maybe it was because he had wanted to change? Or rather, he just couldn't be bothered to trail himself to a bar and get completely hammered, whilst alone. Being alone was never fun, though he had lived his life pretty much just that. And although he wouldn't admit it, he did have a tendency to actually push away those he loved...only because he was afraid of getting hurt. Which had been a constant pattern in his life.


Right now, he was stone cold sober, one hand clamped round the now lukewarm coffee that he had no intention of drinking. It was more of a prop than anything else, an excuse to just sit somewhere, anywhere without any content distraction. This week wasn’t such a good time for him, though he never let on why. And didn't exactly plan on neither. He looked at the girl across the table, as he tried to smile, to elude any suspicion of unhappiness on his face. He was used to this..keeping people out, only letting them see a glimmer of him. It was for the best, naturally. "Could be better, could be worse" he shrugged, giving a pretty vague answer, though this was not unusual for Kaiden. He often hated talking about himself, well his feelings to be precise and was quick to try and diffuse the attention away from himself, as he glanced at the girl. She was clearly in her own world..and seemed upset in a sense? He couldn't exactly tell, as he was never good with emotion, even with in others, women..especially.


A frown did sit on his lips as he gazed at her, playing with the edge of her jacket, looking incredibly distant. He didn't question it though it did make him curious, if a bit sympathetic. Nether less, the questions were soon fired at him again, which didn't catch him too off guard, for once. Kaiden just shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee, his lips upturning in disgust at its bitter taste. " Can't sleep" another vague answer let his lips, never wanting to let anyone in, typical Kaiden.



His eyes soon gazed to the window, noticing how dark it was. And actually quite peaceful too. It was probably his favourite time of day...worst too. As it was when he felt more alone, though he did feel hidden which was what he did like..somewhat. He smirked as the girl opened the window and proceeded to lit a cigarette. It was a little odd, seeing how he didn't take her to be rebellious..not that he actually knew her all that well, but still, the girl was quiet. Though he couldn't really say anything, as he was too. Kaiden just nodded, digging in his pocket and lighting up a cigarette , leaning out the window, from the opposite side. "Fuck what a relief" he spoke, more so murmuring to himself, exhaling a stream of smoke. It was not long, before he turned to look at her, with a wide eyed smirk. "You sure are a rebel, no?" he teased lightly, only trying to participate in the conversation.

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

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

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[aislin 'ricky' alvilda;]

Aislin wasn't alcohol's biggest fan at all, having grown up around a raging alcoholic, it kind of turned her off of the stuff. The same could not be said for her slut of a sister, who guzzled more booze then a muscle car did gas. Aislin did however, have a drink here and there to pepper her life a little, break the routine, but that was it. She was used to having a glass of wine with dinner and watching an old movie on the television, but now, she rarely had time to do that anymore, because, well, she was just too busy with everyone else that she just forgot about herself.

Aislin watched him for a moment too long that wouldn't seem near polite at all, and then she looked down at her own drink. She knew he probably wasn't going to drink his coffee, not that she minded, she enjoyed his company but she would at least be happy if he took a sip of it or something. She had never really seen someone just stare at a cup of perfectly good coffee unless something was really eating at them. She guessed something was, but didn't bring the subject up. If the conversation lasted more then thirty seconds, she made a small promise to herself that she would, just to try and bring Kaiden out of his gloom and doom mood.

To say his answer was vague would be the understatement of the year, it gave her no clear direction in which for her to steer the conversation towards "Hence why you are sitting in the coffee house and have not touched your drink, yes?" She asked, her accent muddying her words ever so slightly. At times, she absolutely hated being from a place that had such a strong accent, Swedish and German people had very strong accents, as do Russians, but she had never met a true Russian, just heard them speak on the television and such when she was younger.

Aislin's thoughts did travel back to her friend Yuri, and hanging out with him at their favorite coffee house downtown by the number six train station. Of course, no one saw his death coming, not even his girlfriend at the time, so it was quite the shock to everyone. It was an accidental death apparently, he had drank too much and succumbed to alcohol poisoning, and then died. Aislin suspected that his bitch of an ex had tried to get him hammered enough to have sex with her, the scheming bitch. Although, She did feel quite smug when she walked out with Yuri's most prized possession, his leather, and Lita left with nothing but the clothes on her back and a love letter. Though, she did kind of know that if Yuri passed away young, she would have gotten the jacket anyways, she was the one who bought the damn thing, and was there when he 'popped' the jacket's 'cherry' per se, and had sewn his first patch on it.

She did swipe her thumb under her eye to catch one tear that fell away from the others and threatened to make her look like a bloody lunatic in front of everyone. She didn't mean to fall silent during the conversation, it was just the way her brain worked sometimes, it pulled her away from reality to make her go in to painful flashbacks and remember memories. "Neither could I" She murmured, taking another sip of her drink.

The look he had given her when she had lit up a cigarette puzzled at first, and provoked her to quirk an eyebrow, but his next comment made her give a small, girlish giggle that only the two of them could hear "Fuck is a bad word" Aislin teased him, giving him a chance to fire back a little jab or two. His next comment again, provoked her to laugh and giggle "Rebellious? Yes, I am so hard core that I smoke in restaurants and wear my best friends scary, spikey leather" She smiled, giving him a chance to fire that little comment back at her as well. "I do not normally act like this, but I figured you needed a laugh or two" She spoke, meaning the comment whole-heartedly.

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