set fire to the sunrise [kaiden]

[rhilyn briar-rose whitmore;]

you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESIST
J U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D
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She was having a less than stellar day. In fact, it could be said that she was having a bad day; a very bad day. Not only had Rhilyn woken up on the wrong side of the bed, as the saying goes, but she had, in point of fact, not actually slept - not really. The previous night had been spent partying until the early hours of the morning with various band members on the tour, whilst most of the morning had been spent in a drunken stupor. Eventually she had managed to, somehow, miraculously, find her way back to the bus and collapsed onto her bunk into a glorious, dreamless sleep...which lasted all of an hour.

The young woman had then been woken by a most unwanted and unappreciated phone call from her mother, insisting that she immediately read the latest copy of a certain trashy mag and demanding an explanation for the front cover photo of an obviously intoxicated and scantily clad Rhilyn giving a certain male from another band (whose name she couldn't quite remember) what appeared to be a lap dance. She had shrugged and grumbled something to her mother along the lines of the guy being hot and clearly they both had fun, and wasn't the photo enough of an explanation?

It was this phone call which Rhi was still on while she entered the local coffeehouse, carrying the mag under her arm, and sat at a table in the back corner. She chose the seat furthest possible from prying eyes. Rhilyn left her dark shades on and slapped the mag down on the table, in no way attempting to hide her hangover, nor her frustration. "What do you want me to say, mum? It's not like there weren't scandalous articles written about me before... Yes, mum, I know... No... mum, stop. You've seen worse. The only difference is that now I'm eighteen, not sixteen."

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The dark haired teen paused to listen half-heartedly to the voice on the other side of the phone while she scrutinized the coffee list. She waved the waitress away momentarily, signaling that she needed more time to decide on the best hangover cure and something to shove in her growling stomach which would actually stay down. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips, "Mum, she's two. She shouldn't be seeing any of the articles anyway. No, mum. Yes, I know... Ugh. Mum. If writing articles like that about me keeps their prying eyes away from her, then yes, I am more than okay with it."[/color] She paused, covered the receiver with her hand, and quickly ordered herself a coffee and a breakfast snack from the waitress who had returned, before returning to the phone conversation.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. I don't want her dragged into this. Yes. Mum, just... just put her on the line."[/color] She pulled her sunglasses off her head and threw them down on the table by the mag and began running her fingers through her wild, tangled hair. She hadn't bothered to brush it, nor did she care if she looked a hot mess. A small smile curved her lips, "Hi Kaelyn. Are you having fun with gamma and grandpa? Swimming? You are? Wow. That's lovely, baby. Mmhmm. Ok. Love you, too.... Yeah, hi mum. Yes, of course. Mum, I gotta go. Yeah. Bye."[/color] She ended the call with a sigh and slid her phone on the table, to join the mag and the sunglasses, as she rested her forehead on the cool table top, closing her eyes, and waiting, ever so patiently, for her coffee and whatever else the day might bring.
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570 WORDS
Kaiden TAGGED
coming soon OUTFIT
PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION TEMPLATE
rawrrr... *ahem* wouldn't it be interesting if Kaiden were the male in the photo that she gave the lap dance to? NOTES

[neko]

Hangovers sucked, that was how it always was. And today, well it was no different, not for Kaiden. He had been out all night, not even bothering to go back to the bus, but ended up crashing at a hotel, alone. A little unorthodox but he had gotten way too intoxicated the other night. And it had been like that for a bit. It was getting worse, with him feeling the need to drink almost every evening. Though at this moment in time, he couldn't care less. It was his life, and his own way of coping. It perhaps didn't really help as he thought it did, at least not in the long run.

But it wasn't like he could change, not like that. Plus, he felt it was needed, a good drink given that this week had been hectic, stressful and downright annoying. It was about time he did what he wanted, even if it was almost every other night. Yet now , he was paying the price, rubbing at6 his forehead as he exited the hotel, only glad that he hadn't done anything too stupid last night, given the empty hotel room. It wasn't unusual for him to bring back a lady, hell, it was another one of his bad habits. Though to e honest, he thought it was just a part of being a young male, with needs.


He was way too hammered to do anything last night, and even wondered how he managed to make it back to a hotel, without falling into a ditch or getting mugged..or anything that ridiculous. His awareness, as with most drunk people went out the window. And he was pretty sure he left his bus with his jacket..that seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden. It instantly put him in a terrible mood, as he grumbled his way down the street, smoking away on his tenth cigarette that morning. He couldn't care less what people thought, nor the media, as he did look half dead, hair a little less preened than usual, bags under his blood shoot blue eyes. He had taken a few pills before the hotel room, though honestly, did not feel all that much better.


Kaiden wasn't sure where to go exactly, as he was bound to get a few stares and questions asked if he wandered back to the bus. Plus, he really didn't have the energy to walk back nor actually phone a taxi. Instead, he found himself wandering into the coffee shop he had visited last week, knowing it would be quiet. Or at least, he hoped so. Yawning, he walked inside, heading to his usual spot, the every back. which unfortunately was taken, his eyes caught sight of the girl sitting there, reading a magazine, looking much like himself, worse for wear. He had to stop for a second, before he paused at the table, standing there curiously. "I don't know you, do I ?" he queried, only because he had a terrible memory..and was certain he spotted her in a club...amongst other things, his memory was rather hazy. "Anyway, you're sitting at my table" he teased not actually being serious, even if his tone was. He couldn't help it, he was in that sort of mood. He couldn’t help but smirk, taking a seat. "Not that I mind. much" he tried to be polite, showing a very light smile.

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

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

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