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Post by lorene nicole webb; on Jan 30, 2012 2:01:30 GMT -5
I got to love, I rode the rails [/COLOR]  I was broke and I was scared
You held my hand took away my fear[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B]
Lorene took a few breaths as she rounded the corner to find this bonfire. She had overheard some of the other singers and bands talking about it yesterday after her performance so she figured a good way to meet people and make friends would be to come to some kind of social meeting. She was a little self conscious since it would probably have drugs and booze amongst the crowd. Lorene wasn’t too bothered by it though, if things got out of hand, she could just leave, right? Hopefully she didn’t get into any kind of trouble with anyone, the last thing she wanted was to step on the other artist’s feet and make enemies rather than friends.
Once she was closer to the crowd of people there, Lorene made sure to keep on the outside of the group. Again, she was shy and wasn’t about to go start a conversation with someone herself. She ran her fingers through her hair, keeping hr fringe out of her eyes. She really needed to cut her hair again, just to keep it out of her eyes. It was irritating to have to keep pushing it away constantly. A small wind gave her the chills for a moment so she rubbed her arms a few times, in attempt to warm them up as she walked over to get a drink. Nothing alcoholic of course, Lorene was too conservative for that. Some say it’s a bad thing, but she prefers it that way.
Her style of dress may not reflect her personality. Lorene dressed tonight in a witchy looking black dress and grey high heeled boots. She was a Wiccan, she believed in the natural world’s power and did make herbal elixirs and such but she wasn’t into the hexes and things like that. The only thing was she dressed pretty witchy so a lot of people kind of guessed that about her after a while. Her red nailed fingers held her cup of water securely as she took a few dainty sips of it. Lorene was considering going back to her bus, she felt so out of place here, seeing who was here, she knew it wasn’t ‘her crowd’.
[/SIZE][/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B] What you did was you saved my life
I won't forget itTAG !
WORDS ! 366
OUTFIT ! www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?faved_by=2609397&id=10090297
NOTES ! Short, sorry D:
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG !I Get Weak, Belinda Carlisle~ For what it's worth...[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] |
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Post by katja dione dietrich; on Jan 30, 2012 2:30:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 446 ( TAGGED ) LORENE+JIMMI ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Katja adjusted the light grey sweater the draped off her shoulders, exposing the German's fine skin of her neck and shoulders. Katja had gone for nothing too extreme for the bonfire, choosing instead the simple grey off-the-shoulders sweater and a pair of black leggings and converse. It was typical attire, and certainly nothing that boasted she was trying to hard. Long, raven black hair drifted down her shoulders and a smile was plastered on her face. For once she'd gotten out in an actual public space to meet and greet others. The red cup held in her hand had been kept under careful watch by the German all night. Katja knew how to drink safely, she'd practically been raised on alcohol. She sustained from such things like drugs and pills but wasn't afraid to allow herself to get thoroughly betrunken every now and again.
Shifting her dark gaze from the billowing flames she noticed a blonde standing just outside the crowd, obviously not attending with any bandmates like Katja had. Turning from the group of drunkards she'd been eyeing with humor Kat made her way towards the stranger. Meeting people came easily to the eighteen year old, it was a second nature. Grinning as she stopped before the blonde Katja spoke, her husky tones reaching out towards the blonde. "Hallo. I hate ta see someone alone at these events. Safety in numbers so thay say!" Her tone was clearly joking but Katja was shameless when it came to talking to others. "I'm Katja. Bassist fer All That's Love." Her throaty and husky tones drifted in her words, her heavy German accent flowing smoothly from rosen lips. She raised her cup in greeting, noting the cup the blonde held. It was a typical German gesture, her lithe body completely engaged in conversation. "So which idiot are ye thinkin' will falla into tha fire?" Katja grinned once more, her white teeth illuminated by the firelight from the bonfire before them.
She shifted slightly, running a hand through her dark locks as she watched the blonde. Katja was positive she'd never seem her before with the other bands, that automatically meant she was either on a crew or a soloist. "I'm betting on tha mun with ah red shirt there." She nodded towards a kid in a bright red shirt, tottering dangerously close to the flames. Katja honestly felt a bit bad for those who couldn't handle their alcohol, and for the way they'd feel the morning after. Katja fixated a grin on the blonde, her humorous mood and general acceptance of people allowing her to not feel at all awkward. She'd met people in worse circumstances then a bonfire. sorry it's kinda lame :/ |
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Post by jimmi ziggs; on Jan 30, 2012 3:08:14 GMT -5
Jimmi didn't want to go, he never did want to go anywhere outside, already coked up beyond the point of no return, he stared at his closed, wondering why the hell he was worrying about what he would be wearing, after all, it was a bonfire, so why did he care so much? He honestly didn't, but his band mates had bitched at him and bitched at him until he nearly killed them, and eventually, the grumpy junkie got up off his ass and now, he was stuck staring at his closet. He decided to go as a walking skeleton, which he basically was, since he was looking rather thing lately...he had lost about ten pounds, and was now sitting a 220, and that was light, considering that Jimmi was a very tall guy, and a healthy weight for him was 230, it was a considerable loss, and made him look even more long and lanky then he already was. He silently groaned and picked out his skeletal print wife beater, girl's pants and Doc martens boots, and carefully spiked his hair back in to place, fixed his eyeliner a little, then pulled on his leather jacket and walked out of the bus, grabbing a bottle of Canadian beer out of the mini-fridge on the way out.
He lit a cigarette and walked down the street, slowly approaching the wooded area and stopped to take a piss behind a tree. Yeah, he was like Sid Vicious in many ways, and he idolized the dead punker, he wanted to be just like him, save for the crazy girlfriend and early death. He cracked open his beer and zipped up his fly, and then, with all the grace and charm of death itself, walked in to the clearing after shoving some hipster out of his way and took a hard pull on his beer, observing the situation in front of him. There were way too many people for him to be even remotely comfortable in his skin, but he was all drugged up, so he was fine with most people. Casually, as the drunken kid in the red shirt walked by him, he made a face as he got some dirt on his boot, and glared. He didn't like the kid one bit already, and he knew that if he came too close, he'd get his. He took another hard pull on his beer and puffed on his cigarette, watching the kid come back around, and casually stuck out his boot-clad foot, tripping the kid, then, dumped some of his beer on the kid's head, then wandered away.
The junkie noticed then, a blonde and a brunette talking near to where he was standing, and he smirked a little. Oh what fun he had just found. He drank more of his beer and watched them, along with everyone else, casually chatting up people and acting somewhat civil. He then decided that now would be the best time to make his move, and that is what he did. The sleazy punker came up behind them and put one arm over the Brunette's shoulder, the other over the blonde's, smirking "Ello girls, fancy seeing you here" He spoke, his slick, rough voice flowing and unmarred by his thick Scottish accent "What brings nice girls like you to a place like this, hmm?" He asked, tilting his head a little, a halloween grin on his face. Oh what fun indeed.
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Post by lorene nicole webb; on Jan 30, 2012 11:54:13 GMT -5
I got to love, I rode the rails [/COLOR] I was broke and I was scared
You held my hand took away my fear[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B]
She sported a friendly smile when a young woman approached her. Lorene felt a wave of relief wash over her, now she wouldn't look like a loner just kind of standing around when there were plenty of people here to interact with. Sure the majority of them were either drunk or stoned beyond reason but still.
Lorene immediately took note of the girl's German accent. She wasn't completely German herself, but she knew their culture like the back of her hand and spoke the language fluently. She silently thanked her late mother for pushing her through taking German all those years, it may finally come in handy. Living in America, not many people spoke German to her so she got excited at the chance to make that connection with someone.
Her dimples were visible when she answered in her soft, yet deep tone of voice,
Hello. Well, thank you for coming over, I don't really know why I came, these types of things aren't really my thing. I'm Lorene, I'm a soloist but I play guitar also, nice to meet you."
Wow, she was impressed with herself. Lorene was never too vocal but she felt Katja wouldn't mind a little extra chatter from her. She seemed pretty chatty herself, most German people seemed to be that way, Lorene had noticed.
She laughed lightly after Katja's remark about the drunk group of people a little too close to the orange flames of the bonfire. Why you would get so close to fire, she wasn't aware. "Well half the people here look like they run a good chance of stumbling into it," she joked. Her brown eyes followed Katja's gaze that was resting on a man in red. Lorene instantly agreed with her, he was probably two steps from suffering some major pain. She winced and said, Hope we don't have to witness that..." Lorene didn't exactly want to see someone burn tonight.
Just then, Lorene jumped in surprise as an unfamiliar arm draped over her shoulders. Her water sloshed in her cup a bit, almost coming to a spill all over her shoes. Thankfully it didn't, that would be embarrassing. Her head turned to the guy who had approached them so casually, expecting it to be someone she knew, but found it to be someone she hadn't ever seen before. He was tall and very skinny and...was he wearing eyeliner? She had always found that very unattractive in men but, of course, Lorene kept her mouth shut, not finding it important to share. She noticed his accent as well. Lorene was noticing a trend here, first a German now a Scottie, the German being more desirable to be around she thought. His grin kind of gave her the creeps, then again any sort of guy who randomly came up to women and started hanging off them was someone to be on the look out for.
"Um...just curious I guess," Lorene quietly responded, making a small attempt to move away. It was true, she had just gotten curious after hearing people talk about it. Lorene hoped he would eventually leave them alone, he looked about as high as a kite...
[/SIZE][/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B] What you did was you saved my life
I won't forget itTAG ! Kat and Jimmi
WORDS ! 514
OUTFIT ! www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?faved_by=2609397&id=10090297
NOTES ! C:~
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG !Rhiannon, Fleetwood Mac~ For what it's worth...[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] |
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Post by katja dione dietrich; on Jan 30, 2012 18:53:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 528 ( TAGGED ) LORENE+JIMMI ( STATUS ) COMPLETE She focused her attention on the blonde who'd introduced herself as Lorene. Katja thought the name suited her beautifully. She grinned and nodded, noting for the first time that Lorene's cup was filled with what appeared to be water, while Katja's own cup was filled with the dull yellow-brown of alcohol. As Lorene commented about the drunken group Katja grinned again, he own husky timbre coming from her lips. "Aye, that'd be ah painful sight ta witness." Katja shifted her attention to the drunken group, the red shirted fellow had apparently moved away from the fire and disappeared somewhere. It was probably best for his health anyways that he stayed far from the flames. "Gewd ta meet you Lorene. Ah soloist eh? Brave womun." Katja winked, her dark hues highlighted with humor. She had a special appreciation for soloists, it seemed a bit lonely to Katja to imagine not having bandmates. The bus would be strangely quiet and that certainly held no entertainment.
An arm being slung around her bare shoulder caused Katja only to raise a dark eyebrow, turning her form slightly to take in the one who'd decided to put his arms around both her and Lorene. Katja couldn't help but slightly grin as Lorene jerked, clearly not used to people invading her personal space so abruptly. Whereas Katja had plenty of experience in situations like these, she found humor in Lorene's reaction. As he spoke Katja's grin grew, a Scotsman by the sound of it. Of course being a European she'd traveled plenty enough with her parents when she was younger, and had a fondness for the rolling hills. "Oy. Well now donna go scaring innocents eh! Lorene here coulda doused you witha 'er water." Her thick German brogue poured from rosen lips, a smile still showing on her face as she strategically placed her cup infront of her. Katja had been to many outings and she certainly wasn't naive to what people did to other's drinks. "I 'magine we're doing tha same thing as you mun, attempting ta git out an be entertained." Katja grinned again, winking at Lorene as she spoke. It was easy to tell that the blonde woman was a bit intimidated it seemed, or just shy.
Katja moved her elbow lightly sideways to elbow the guy who'd slung his arms around them. "Well now Scot, since yer gunna hang on us, we at least deserve an introduction!" Her easy-going nature was on full display, and her humorous side showing through. The male was very tall, a typical Scots trait, and he was also skinny for a person his size. Katja didn't have to look at his eyes to guess that the reason was drugs. It was something she'd never concerned herself with doing but she'd been around long enough to know that others found the high irresistible, and she had no right to attempt to take that away. Plus, many a druggies were perfectly fine to be around as long as they weren't on a dry spell. From the dilation of his pupils she guessed that he wasn't at least going to be threatening to kill one of them for drugs. gah! I promise next one will be longer :) |
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Post by jimmi ziggs; on Jan 30, 2012 21:58:02 GMT -5
Jimmi very near doubled over laughing when the blonde jumped as he draped an arm over her shoulder, and snickered softly "Woah there blondie” He smirked, then looked over at the brunette, giving her a sly look "I wouldn't mind being wet if she was the one who drenched me" He teased, a tell-tale look in his eyes, yes, he was teasing the hell out of them, and he gave the brunette a quick once over of her facial features, then tilted his head "Germany is where you are from, yes?" He asked, taking a puff from his cigarette. The junkie noticed how she moved her cup from his reach and he raised an eyebrow, who did she think he was, a rapist? "Don't be worried, I ain't gonna drop shit in your drinks" When she mentioned entertainment, he gave her a soft little smile "That's nice innit? Unfortunately I'm not here for the company, nor the entertainment, my bandmates made me come" He pointed over to a couple of guys decked out in spikes and leather, then looked over at the blonde, giving her a wolfish grin "I'm not gonna hurt ya, lass" He spoke, taking her hat and placing it on his head.
Jimmy saw her arm move and shifted his footing so he wasn't in the way of her elbow, normally he would have been offended that she would try to bump him away, however, at this point, he didn't give a shit. "Just curious eh? Well if you want, I can show you Angel trumpets and Devil trombones" He spoke, quoting his favorite move, A Clockwork Orange, since he felt like Alex DeLarge with the cool top hat on, and then, gave a small sigh, letting go of them, then moved so he was standing in front of them, tutting softly "It's seems as I have forgotten my manners. My name is Jimmi Ziggs, I am the guitarist for Wakefield" He spoke, spinning the blonde's hat on one finger, the let it cover his whole hand, lifted it and there, between his fingers were two flowers, he handed one to each, smiling softly "I'm sorry If I came on too....strong, I'm not really used to things here, I'm not really a social person and the scene here is different then in the UK" He spoke, gently placing the hat back on the blonde's head, smirking a little.
"So anyways, what kind of music do you gals play?" He spoke, taking another drag from his cigarette, then a pull on his beer, watching a couple walk off and start making out behind a tree, and he shook his head, his plan was to bed at least one of them tonight, if things go well, both of them, he just didn't know how to entice them to sleep with him. He knew both of them had a vice, most it was either drugs or alcohol, he never slept with chicks who were gold diggers, since he could probably guess how many people they had slept with to get to where they were currently. "I doubt that both of you are here to find someone, am I correct?" He asked, aware that his voice was a little rough. He wasn't high as a kite....he was more....moderately high, considering how much he could have done that night. Jimmi had taken just enough to keep him comfortable, a little white powder to keep his inner demons at bay.
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Post by lorene nicole webb; on Jan 30, 2012 23:18:23 GMT -5
I got to love, I rode the rails [/COLOR] I was broke and I was scared
You held my hand took away my fear[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B]
She smiled as Katja commented on her soloist way of singing. To Lorene, it suited her better than band life. She felt like if she were in a band, too many times she would get either walked over or just be a pain to everyone else since she was such a reserved soul.
"I think it suits me better," she said softly and simply, before the guy came up behind them. Lorene was beginning to like Katja, she was friendly and seemed like a nice girl in general. Obviously more talkative but then again, a lot of people talked more than Lorene, it wasn't that hard to do. Lorene decided she was probably the eldest of the two, she looked younger then herself by a few years. Lorene had noticed in her own face that it looked older than her actual age. Not in an unattractive way, just in that graceful, mature kind of way.
Lorene was slightly irritated with him laughing at her sudden jerk of surprise. It wasn't her fault she wasn't used to men slinging arms around her. Well, yes it was her fault but she still didn't appreciate it. She didn't protest, though. He made a comment about her spilling her drink on him. Honestly, the thought crossed her mind but she wasn't gutsy enough to do it. She was too kind a person. Lorene felt her cheeks grow a light shade of red at his remark. If it wasn't obvious, she wasn't used to being flirted with.
She just listened quietly as he spoke to Katja. He told her how his band mates made him come to this bonfire. Lorene mentally praised herself for not being in a band, too much drama it seemed like these days. Lorene slightly opened her mouth in protest as he took her hat (her favorite one at that). He grinned and told her he wasn't going to harm her. Lorene laughed nervously, "Oh good, I was wondering..." She had made an attempt at some lighthearted sarcasm, hopefully he didn't take it the wrong way.
A blank look crossed Lorene's pretty face when he made some reference to a book or movie. She had no idea what he was talking about. Lorene was happy to be let go from his grasp, she felt awkward being so close to an unknown male. She took a small step to her left, away from him, just to have some personal space. Lorene was big on boundaries, unfortunately, she wouldn't do anything about it if someone violated them unless they were looking to hurt her.
The name Wakefield rang a few bells. She had definitely heard of them before, Jimmi just didn't look familiar. "I've heard of your band before. I'm Lorene, a soloist," she said for the second time, keeping her manners. She gave a small smile when he handed her a flower and put the top hat back on her head. She wasn't sure if he was playing mind games with them or just trying to be nice. Either way, she thanked him, Lorene liked flowers no matter who gave them to her. Jimmi apologized, then explaining how it was different in the UK. Lorene understood cultural differences but found it rather hard to believe that people from the UK had no issues being used as a prop.
"I play a variety of music but stay in the rock genre mostly. Soft rock and some classic styled stuff," Lorene explained. She also wrote her own songs so she added, "I write my own songs too so it all depends, really..."
Was she looking for someone? Lorene? Of course not, she didn't think she'd ever find someone romantically. No one here would suit her anyway, she wasn't about to put up with a boyfriend who was drunk and high half the time. Raising her brow, Lorene responded,
"No, no... you're correct."
Lorene had always been slightly embarrassed at her lack of 'experience' with men. She hadn't even been kissed more than once, and she was still, thankfully, a virgin.
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I won't forget itTAG ! Jimmi/Kat
WORDS ! 667
OUTFIT ! www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?faved_by=2609397&id=10090297
NOTES !
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG !Call Me, Blondie~ For what it's worth...[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] |
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Post by katja dione dietrich; on Jan 31, 2012 0:03:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 656 ( TAGGED ) LORENE+JIMMI ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Katja smiled warmly at Lorene. Though it was clear Lorene was older then her, Katja didn't really pay any mind to it. When the Scotsman commented about not minding if he got wet Katja bit her bottom lip, holding back laughter as Lorene seemed slightly embarassed by the flirtation. Kat at least acknoweledged that points should be given to him for making a slick line. As he spoke to him she gave him a wide grin, her white teeth appearing once more from behind rosen lips. "Ja, ah Deutsch citizen right before yer eyes" She winked at Jimmi, her dark hues clearly showing her good nature. As he mentioned not dropping anything in their drinks Kat merely ignored him, her need for self-protection even in the faintest forms as moving a drink kept her comfortable and not jumpy as Lorene had been. "Ah but ah German an' ah American make fine company." Katja smirked at Lorene, an installed need in her wanting to make the blonde woman know she wasn't forgotten. In fact, Katja had found she was beginning to enjoy speaking with Lorene. She was true to herself, and though she was a bit shy, it just provoked Katja to prove that some people out there were accepting and wouldn't just run her over.
As Jimmi began talking to Lorene she smiled at the friend she was beginning to make, and had high hopes on forming a friendship with the two before her. As different as they all were, sometimes opposites attracted. When he avoided her elbow Katja ignored his shifting. Of course the gesture was mean't as teasing and not just a full out attempt to get her own space she felt no complaints against him leaving her side. As he made a Clockwork Orange reference Katja let out a low, husky laugh. "Oy. Clockwork Orange fan eh?" The movie was one she'd viewed on multiple times, and could immediately see a loose reference to the lead character in the movie and Jimmi. Of course he'd reference that movie. As they both introduced themselves Katja grinned, listening attentively to them both speaking, her slender form facing them both as she took a drink from her cup. "Nice ta meet ye, Jimmi. I'm Katja, tha bassist ta die for from All That's Love." Katja adored her band and bandmates. Though the bus was often crowded and smelled of so many perfumes she honestly love each member in her band. They kept her sane. As Jimmi mentioned the difference between the countries Katja grinned, an appreciation for his similar thoughts. "Ja. Americans certainly ha'e an odd culture." Katja shot a friendly glance towards Lorene, showing she really had nothing against Americans but just simply thought their values and slang strange.
Jimmi seemed determined to keep up the conversation, and Katja found that the conversation between them all seemed easy, even if Lorene hadn't really spoken much. "Tha's wunderbar tha' ye canna write yer own songs an' perform them" Soloists were certainly something else in Katja's mind. "All That's Love is ah bit o' ev'rything, alternative and rock mixed. Wakefield is ah bit more hard-core as tha American's say ja?" She'd taken the time to at least familarize herself with each band when she spent time browsing the merc booths. Plus just from Jimmi's appearance it was clear he wasn't in a pop boy-band. When he asked if they were here to find someone she grinned again, and let out a low husky laugh as Lorene replied. "Nein." Her answer was simple, a smirk plastered on her lips as she shook her head at Jimmi. As a male, it was typical for him to make a comment as such. "Whut 'bout ye Scot?" It was easy to turn the question back on him, her dark eyebrows raised slightly as she winked at Lorene. Katja knew well enough she'd be going to bed by herself when the night was over. bahaha |
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