diamonds aren't forever ,,

[giselle antoinette beauvais]

i may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way i'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear.

Really, Giselle needed to get out. She was getting, like, cabin fever. Of course, she wasn’t totally sure of the phrase’s meaning. It had been heard in passing, and from the context, a definition was made up in her mind. If it really did work, then that was great. But, yeah, it didn’t really matter much. Just getting out mattered. The only downfall? She didn’t really know her way around Portland. Getting lost was a relatively easy task for her, and she hated it. Her shyness didn’t help with that, because she was always afraid to ask for directions. Izzy was never one for bringing people places, because she was too quiet. People’d ask which way to go, and they’d barely be able to hear her, if at all. Unless it was someone she was friends with, that is. The blonde girl sat on the bus couch, the list of places to go passing through her mind. The park? It’d be hard to find possibly, but it was always fun. Yeah, that was where she’d go.

With the time being only 2:30 in the afternoon, Izzy wasn’t dressed yet. She had only woken up an hour and a half ago. She got up off the couch and stood there for a few seconds just looking around. Then Giselle looked through her stuff for clothes to wear. The clothes were just thrown in her bags, and she had no idea where anything was. After the found clothes, she went into the bathroom and threw off the old t-shirt she had slept in, and kicked off her pajama shorts. She reached for the clothes she’d picked and slid a pair of jeans up her legs. After she put them on, she threw a band tee over her torso. Her shoes were where they always were, so now she was going to worry about her makeup and all that. The girl just wore a little eyeliner and light eye shadow, both black. Izzy left the bathroom and walked over to her bags again, looking for sunglasses. She slipped on a pair of aviators, which completed her outfit. Well, besides the other stuff she needed. Like shoes.

Izzy grabbed her phone off the couch before slipping on shoes. She was about to walk off the bus when she remembered to take a bag. The girl grabbed her bag and left, wondering where exactly the park was. Yeah, she was gonna get lost. It didn’t take long to get away from the buses and closer to where everything was. Now she was standing right outside of the venue, looking around. Wait, which way should she try? It took her a second to decide; her final factor being where the most kids were. Turning in that direction, eyes fell upon her as she walked. After all, she was walking out of the venue that hadn’t opened yet. It was obvious she was a crew member. No one ever bugged her though, which was great. It’d suck a lot if people deicded to bug her about getting into the gig or meeting a band.

Finally, after a few minutes, the park was actually right in front of her, and a smile curved on Izzy’s lips. She hadn’t gotten lost. Oh, and guess what she had in her bag? A coloring book! Yeah, she was a dork and carried a coloring book with her. It was only in that bag, and she had quite a few with her, so it was excusable. Kind of. Walking into the park a ways, a table was soon spotted. It was under a few trees, so it wouldn’t be overly sunny. Forgot to mention crayons. She carried those too. Not a lot, but some. Enough to make a decent picture. Giselle walked over to the table, putting her bag on the surface. First she placed her phone down, making sure there were no messages before the coloring book was taken out. The girl grinned when she saw the cover. It was Spongebob. That was, like, the best show ever. A small box of crayons was produced from the bottom of the bag, and she instantly opened them up and flipped to a random page before coloring. This was an odd sight, no doubt. I mean, who expects to see some blonde teenager coloring in the park? No one. Unless maybe you’re one of her friends.

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word count: 750 words without codes
tag: sawyer!
song: -------
artist: -------
outfit: click!
notes: you know why it's sucky. x3

[sawyer isaac caldwell]

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a gypsy once told my mother
before i was born
she said you got a boy child comin'
he's goin' to be a son of a gun
he's goin' make you girls, jump and shout

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Okay one thing for sure was that Sawyer didn't have a clue what he did last night, all he remember was music and then drinking. He was sure there was a gig last night, whether it was his band that played or if they went out to watch another band, he didn't remember; he couldn't remember. He was out with the boys, that's pretty much the only thing that came back to him, he didn't remember if the boys drank anything though, it didn't matter anyways. Sawyer had a few drinks and was damn tipsy, but that's okay because he made it back to the bus. Oh yeah and then his good ol' buddy fell asleep on HIS couch. Okay it wasn't really his but he sleep on there more than all the other guys, he was just to damn lazy to make it to his top bunk. Plus he usually ends up waking up during the middle of the night and falling off of his bunk, well its more like the couch because he always sleeps there. Except for last night because the bag of douche got there before him, and he was to tired and drunk to argue.

Surprisingly he had gotten up pretty early, well it was actually like one thirty in the afternoon, but that's still damn early. He stumbled into the front of the bus, grinning as he saw his two other band mates passed out still. He was always one to recover from a previous night of drinking first, that's only because he ends up puking up what he drunk the night before. Yeah, he can't really hold his liquor, which is both a blessing and a curse. He rarely ever has to fight with a hangover. However when he goes out back at a club to puke his guts out he often ends up just sitting there and missing the party. Everything came with a price. The price for the boys was a cold shower. Oh yes, Sawyer just loved to use up all of the hot water on the bus, because he was a bitch like that. Which is what he was scurrying off to do, he dove into his bunk, shed his clothes, grabbed his towel then pranced off to the bathroom. His genius plan had been executed successfully. He had, had a nice long hot shower and rinsed the previous night away. He was all clean and smelling like raspberries and lavender, he loved his shampoo and conditioner; yes he was a fragrance shampoo and conditioner kinda guy. To bad he didn't have any clean clothes, he only had some clean boxers and socks, better than nothing anyways; he would just borrow one of the guys clothes.

With a whoosh the steam exited out into the tour bus as he opened the door, the slightly cooler air attacked his bare skin; after all he was only clad in bright orange boxers and some socks to match. He rubbed the towel through his hair as he made his way towards the front of the bus, he could have sworn he heard someone saying something about mushrooms. He grinned as he saw the boy on his couch talking up a storm, biting back a laugh as he grabbed a water from the mini fridge before he headed back to the bunk area. He hung his towel on the edge of his bunk before he went rummaging threw the clothes drawers, not his clothes mind you. He finally settled with some jeans with and a pretty snazzy shirt. He was about to head into the bathroom to do his hair, yes, that's right, he fixed up his hair, much like a girl would take time to do.

Now, back to doing his hair. It was really quite a simple process, all he had to do was blow dry his hair while brushing it, then spray a little hair-spray on it. Simple as pie. It only took him about ten minutes to do so, because he had been doing it for as long as he could remember, which made him a pro at it. Smiling at himself in the mirror he realized he had yet to brush his teeth, ew. He had to fix that, immediately he set to work on brushing his pearly white teeth; natural white baby. After a good two minutes of brushing his teeth, he rinsed then used listerine. Yeah, he was a big believer in that whole brush then use listerine thing, it was because he was a germ-a-phobe. Its all very understandable, no one questions his ways, well at least not anymore. Now that he was done getting ready to go out, which took him about an hour, he could actually leave the bus. He was very presentable now, all nice and clean and sexy looking. So with the thoughts of actually being able to go some where he slipped on his shoes and grabbed a hoodie.

Sawyer had long ago decided that he wanted to go to the park, some fresh air in the park would probably do him some good, maybe he would even draw a little. It didn't take that long for him to get there, it wasn't like he was bad with directions, he was actually pretty good with them. Before he knew it he was at the park, just wandering around and looking at everything. His eyes were drawn to a certain blond merch girl. He smiled and decided he would go and talk to her, after all he had nothing better to do. "Hey Giselle." he greeted as he took a seat opposite her, his eyes falling on the colouring book. A small smile pulled at his lips, strangest thing he had seen in a while. "A spongebob colouring book.." vocals inquired, though it was more of a statement.

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• word count__&&995
  
• Song__&&--
  
• Artist__&&--
  
• Notes__&&bwhaha, recycled post from you know where ;] kai so its only uber long cuz it is recycled from when I had ample muse. my next posts are def. not going to be anywhere near this long. so yeah xD.
  

[giselle antoinette beauvais]

i may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way i'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear.

Elle really didn’t see her type to wander in a random park and color. Usually, if she were to do that, she’d only do it at home. I mean, she knew the place, so it made it easier. If anyone stared at her or said something, odds were she knew them or had seen them at one point. True, the girl didn’t know everyone, but she saw a lot of people more than once. Izzy remembered faces. There were a few faces she’d rather not see. Basically, her parents. She didn’t want to ever see either of them again. They made her life hell, and she was so sick of them. Her kids, when she had them, didn’t need to know about their grandparents. Her kids weren’t going to have a terrible life like her. And, in her opinion, any life that her parents were in was a terrible one. Her brother, on the other hand, would be a major part of her children’s lives. He’d be a major part of her life until she died. He was the most perfect brother anyone could ask for, this she was sure of. She knew without him she’d be dead. Seb saved her though, and she was grateful. He would always be in her life. Unless something happened. That would be the worst, and Elle would probably get depressed and want to die. And if she killed herself, she was sure there’d be a few people who would be more than upset. No one needed to be burdened by her untimely death. She wasn’t that important for people to cry over her.

Izzy continued to color her picture, smiling slightly to herself as she did so. It was making her happy. She hadn’t gotten to sit back and color in a while. She was so busy selling merch, and it wore her out. She wasn’t really used to it. After about five minutes, she was halfway done with the picture of SpongeBob looking confused. It was actually turning out quite well. She hadn’t colored in a quite a bit, and she hadn’t expected it to look half as neat. Surprises were nice, no matter how insignificant they were. Elle loved surprises, so this was nice. A bad thing? She got a text message from her brother she had to answer. No, it wasn’t bad, but it ruined her concentration. Yes, she liked to concentrate on what she was coloring. Izzy was a freak like that, but it was cool. It took less than the two minutes it did to bring her concentration back to mess it up. A voice came seemingly out of nowhere, and it startled the small blonde. Her eyes looked up to see Sawyer. She grinned, laughing to herself. “Jesus, you scared me. Give me some type of warning next time,” she spoke, obviously joking around. It didn’t bother her all that much. She found it funny when she got startled by things. Some people got pissed, but she didn’t. Elle didn’t like to make a fuss. I mean, when someone didn’t mean something that insignificant, why bother fretting over it? It didn’t help anything in the long run. Well, that wasn’t necessarily true, but it was generally true.

She grinned widely, proud of her coloring book. It was quite pretty. “Yes, a SpongeBob coloring book. I happen to like it lots.” She was a big fan of just cartoons in general. Of course, they had to make sense. If they didn’t, then she usually didn’t like them much. There was always exceptions though. Like to her shyness. She was generally always shy. Sometimes though, she wasn’t. Or it lessened a bit. For instance, on the day she met Sawyer. She was usually very shy in school. That day, at that time and in that situation, she felt like being less shy. It helped him and her, really. She gained a friend out of it, and he didn’t feel extremely embarrassed, or any type of embarrassment more than slightly. She simply said it had been her phone making the noise, and she was sorry. Her lessened shyness and moment of embarrassment paid off, resulting in a friend that was much needed. I mean, now his career was giving her one. He was in a band and she sold merch for them. It was good. Even that helped her. She got to make more friends while they were on tour. It was perfect.

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word count: 770 words without codes
tag: sawyer!
song: mortl
artist: sonny
outfit: click!
notes: homework makes me lazy, thus resulting in iffy post.

[sawyer isaac caldwell]

{.Sawyer Isaac Caldwell.}

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a gypsy once told my mother
before i was born
she said you got a boy child comin'
he's goin' to be a son of a gun
he's goin' make you girls, jump and shout

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Sawyer regretted leaving the bus with out some sort of protection from the sun, his eyes were extremely sensitive. Well his retina were extremely sensitive to light, his optometrist even said so. His optometrist said that he could prescribe some sunglasses but he was pretty much thinking 'uhhmm kai, I know im hot, but I don't think I'll be able to pull of anything in this crazy little store' Yes, his inner thoughts are a bit vain, but at least he loves himself. Not like some of those crazy kids out there that think they're to fat, to ugly, to tall, to short, and all of that jazz. He blinked a few hundred times, well clearly not a few hundred times, more like ten. He was trying to get the black dots to clear from his vision, all of this sun was getting to him, and he had only been outside for like half an hour! What on earth was he going to do?! Sawyer didn't want to be blind, that would suck balls, suck big balls. With a frown he shook his head, some of his hair falling in front of his left eye, well at least his left eye was good. Though, the only bad thing was that he looked like one of those emo fagots with the side bangs. Sawyer would rather look like an emo fagot than be blind, besides he could probably buy a pair of cheap sunglasses somewhere around the park. If he couldn't well, then he was going to have to steal someone else's sunglasses; not really though.

While Sawyer was approaching Giselle she seemed to engrossed in her work, which he now knows as colouring. Before he had a little debate with himself whether to go over or not. Giselle could have been in the middle of some very important merch work...like tallying sales or something like that. That sounded to weird for him, why on earth would she come all the way out to the park just to do work? She wouldn't that just didn't make any sense, she would probably need to be by some computers or something. He really didn't know how she did her job, or what exactly her job entailed, but he didn't really care either. Sawyer was also wondering why she was at the park, the part was for loud carefree people, and Giselle was definitly not loud. She was quite the opposite, so quiet and shy, but it was pretty cute, he had told her countless times; just to embarrass her and make her shy away. After he sat down and spoke he was expecting something close to the reaction that she had given him, she was really quite predictable sometimes. "Hun, I know I am amazing and all, but im not Jesus." he joked. He loved saying that when ever anyone said 'Jesus' and then continued on with a sentence. It never failed to annoy a lot of people, which amused him. "What kinda warning would you like?" he inquired while wiggling his eyebrows, suggesting suggestive things. Sawyer laughed lightly and shookhis head, making more of his hair fall into his face, he frowned and pushed it all back. Now it was as it should be, all nice and pretty and neat.

Sawyer rolled his eyes lightly as she said she loved her colouring book a lot. "Don't you think you're a little too old for spongebob? or any cartoons for that matter?" he inquired while resting his elbows on the table and then resting his head on his hands. "Besides, if you are going to get a colouring book it should definitly be of like Hello Kitty, or Power Rangers or something cool like that." vocals stated as a grin pulled at his lips. "Spongebob is uber lame compared to Power Rangers, they own." he added while nodding. Sawyer really didn't know which was better than the other, he had never really had the time to sit down and watch the cartoons. "Anyhow, what brings you to the park? You're usually all shy, and the park is for people who are...well, not shy." he frowned lightly at the way he phrased it, it sounded really stupid. He shrugged his shoulders, oh well.

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• word count__&&725 without codes
  
• Song__&&Sweet Home Alabama
  
• Artist__&&Lynard Skynard
  
• Notes__&&told you, not as long =)
  oh and I have nothing against 'emos' so yeah.
  

[giselle antoinette beauvais]

i may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way i'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear.

Elle couldn’t believe she still had her sunglasses on. Usually, when doing something, she took them off because they made everything a little darker. Maybe the sun was just so bright that the sunglasses made everything normal. Well, as long as her coloring would work well, the glasses were fine. Another thing that surprised her was that she still had her hoodie on. It was mega bright, and usually with this much sun coverage came heat. She was comfortable though, even a little chilly. Being a tiny girl, it wasn’t very easy for her to stay warm. Even if she were a little heavier while maintaining a healthy weight, she’d be warmer. That wasn’t possible though, because, to her dismay, she was never one for gaining weight easily, and she apparently had to keep the helpless look. She’d tried to make herself look a bit more intimidating and all that, but it just didn’t work. No one was afraid of a five foot three girl who looked like a twig. Okay, so she wasn’t that skinny and such, but she wasn’t big, as we established. Izzy figured that had to do with how everyone saw her. Obviously, since she didn’t have a whole lot of friends, she figured people didn’t want to be friends with a girl like her, nor did anyone want to date her. That was probably untrue; there had to be a few guys who thought she was at least dateable, but she didn’t know of them. So her self-esteem stayed the pretty low level it was at. It didn’t really bother her though.

Sawyer joining her was a good thing because, honestly, she was getting bored. Coloring was fun, yes, but Elle was in a talkative mood of sorts. As talkative as the girl could get. It wouldn’t have been good if some random person just came up to her and decided to talk. Then she wouldn’t be in a talkative mood, and she’d have been extremely shy. With Sawyer, since he was a good friend of hers, she wasn’t so shy. I mean, she was shy around him, but not as shy as she would have been around someone she’d never met before. Izzy and new people just never mixed. “Oh, are you sure?” she asked in response to his first comment, grinning slightly. Religion had never been big with her; she didn’t believe in a god. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she had never been to a church and her father was like the devil in the flesh. It wasn’t like that anymore, but she still didn’t believe in that. Nothing had quite happened that would bring her to believe in a higher being like that. It never really came into her mind on a daily basis though, so it wasn’t very important for her to figure out. She could take her time. Her mind and life really weren’t going anywhere, at least not that she knew of. Dying wasn’t in her plan. Hopefully it wasn’t going to happen. At his comment, Elle’s face took on a very slight red tint. She wasn’t oblivious to the inflection in his voice, but it really wasn’t all that bad. And it was a joke; she wouldn’t get all worked up over a joke. “Well, I don’t know, what kind of warning were you thinking?” Giselle wasn’t going to just blush and stumble over her words either. As was already said, it was just a joke.

Too old for SpongeBob? Psh, never. “No way, man. Cartoons are great. Maybe we need to have a cartoon marathon to get you to like them again.” She was dead serious. She wouldn’t mind just watching cartoons for a whole day with him. He was a friend, and cartoons were cartoons. Two great things together couldn’t turn out bad. Did he just say SpongeBob wasn’t cool? He couldn’t have. “Whoa. Hold on there, buddy. SpongeBob is mega ownage. Maybe the marathon needs to be all SpongeBob. Jeez.” Sawyer really needed to learn. SpongeBob was so great. There probably were better cartoons, but SpongeBob was one of the best shows. “I just needed to get out. I don’t know, I can only handle so much of that tiny bus.” No, it wasn’t really tiny, but when you had them all living in it, it was. “Why are you here?” she asked, coloring in the ground SpongeBob was standing on. Izzy couldn’t just ignore the picture.

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word count: 784 words without codes
tag: sawyer!
song: ----------
artist: ----------
outfit: click!
notes: sorry it took a while.

[sawyer isaac caldwell]

{.Sawyer Isaac Caldwell.}

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a gypsy once told my mother
before i was born
she said you got a boy child comin'
he's goin' to be a son of a gun
he's goin' make you girls, jump and shout

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The eighteen year old boy didn't fail to notice the sunglasses on his dear friends face. This of course, gave him a genius idea. It was really quite simple, like one of those epiphany's, that well just hit you all of a sudden. Sawyer planned on taking the glasses from his dear friend, genius eh?

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• word count__&& without codes
  
• Song__&&The Mountie Song
  
• Artist__&&The Arrogant Worms
  
• Notes__&¬ done!