long walks on short bridges ,,

[giselle antoinette beauvais]

you put words in my mouth,
i'd like to put a bullet in yours.

Leave it to Izzy to fall asleep before the sun even went down. Everyone else would be awake until all hours of the morning, but she was asleep before the parties even started. But could you blame her? She hadn’t been able to sleep the night before, so she was super tired. So tired that she fell asleep as soon as she lay down in her bunk. The only thing that was normal was that her Sidekick was right next to her and her gloomy bear plushie was pulled to her chest. So, yeah, she kinda looked like a little kid, especially because she was so short. Almost every other person on tour was at least three inches taller than her. Well, except for a few other people. But, yeah, five foot three inches wasn’t the best height for an eighteen year old. And no one could say she’d grow more, because, at eighteen, you weren’t expected to grow anymore. Not much more anyways, because, well, that was how it went. She wasn’t a genius when it came to that stuff though. It was all actually quite confusing, so she just went with life. When she stopped getting taller, she stopped getting taller. Whatever.

Anyways, she had been out for most of the day selling merch and being nice to demanding fans, so by eight o’clock, when she decided to stop being nice so she could go back to the bus, she passed out. Not really, but she was just so tired it took no time at all for her to fall asleep. And she stayed asleep for a while. If people had come on the bus and made noise, she didn’t know and it didn’t bother her. As a kid, she’d been able to sleep through almost anything. Syn was a heavy sleeper most of the time. If she wasn’t very tired and fell asleep though, waking her up was a simple task. You could clap and it’d wake her. You could clap when she was awake and scare her too. It was pretty funny that she was still so skittish. It’d basically come about from her father. No, it wasn’t funny what had happened, but now she could make light of it a bit. She wasn’t still stuck there, so it wasn’t like she was still going through it. If she was, she’d never speak of it. Almost no one would know, just like they don’t even know now.

Giselle awoke with a gasp, her hands trembling. The girl propped herself up on her elbows, still shaken from the dream she’d just had. Feeling around, the bed, it took a few seconds to find her phone, which provided her with the correct time. Three in the morning. A lot of people probably hadn’t even gotten back yet. With touring came partying; some did too much. Izzy herself had never even been drunk. School was way too important, and now, she didn’t know many people well. She knew the people who worked with her band and maybe a few others. The blonde was never very social. She finally stopped her slight trembling, and she slid out of the bunk. After that, there was no way she was going back to sleep yet. It was impossible. It brought back so many memories. Bad memories at that. But she shook it off; the sooner she forgot, the better. Where were her glasses? Probably in her bag, so she searched there. In no time she found them and slipped them on her face. Everything became as clear as it could. What was there to do at this time of day? Obviously nothing for a girl who just woke up, so she’d just wander around.

The small girl stretched for a few minutes before finding her shoes. Once she slipped them on and grabbed her Sidekick, she walked towards the door. She felt like sitting outside and just watching everything. Not stalkerish if you think about it, because she wasn’t watching a person. That’d creep her out herself, because it was just a scary thought. Elle wouldn’t like being watched while she was just living. It wasn’t right. Once the door opened, a burst of cool air rushed into the bus. Her hoodie kept her from getting cold though. Stepping off the bus, Izzy took a seat on the ground. Yes, she sat on the asphalt. It wasn’t terribly uncomfortable. It could have been worse. It was better than standing. A few minutes passed, and she subconsciously delved into her thoughts. That brought the dream back up, and she couldn’t shake it from her thoughts. It was honestly the worst dream she’d had recently. She’d been back at home, and he father had gotten extremely mad at her for something stupid, but she couldn’t remember what. Either way, he’d started to hit her like he used to. It was extremely realistic, like it was actually happening. It scared her so much. Without even realizing, tears began to trail down Giselle’s cheeks.

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word count: 870 words without codes
tag: open!
song: readymade
artist: red hot chili peppers
outfit: click!
notes: recycled and modified, so it isn't my best. sorry.

[brooklynn noelle york]

let's start a riot.

outfit.


Three in the morning, what a wonderful time for a girl to be out drinking with random people. Honestly, she didn't think a thing about the time.... she was just having a good time. Though, she wasn't too drunk. The large brown eyes of the eighteen year old Brooklynn squinted as she looked up at a large, neon sign that had the name of the place. She was hanging out by two guys, who were both already shit faced themselves. She didn't pay much attention to them, she was just here to... well, think. Of course it was kind of hard to block out the two maniacs who were desperatly trying to get the girl's attention. She just rolled her eyes and looked away with a small, poisonous smile on her glossed lips. She had nothing else to do, she couldn't sleep, no this was just too much to take in for her to sleep now.

There had always been those times where she never wanted to go back, and just wanted to roam around the grounds. She was too afraid, though, because you never knew what kind of people were meandering around out so late... with alcohol. They were mostly guys, too, not a lot of girls were in to this thing. Even though she was just a make up and hair girl for a band, she was included in lots of things. I mean... why not? What would they do without they're perfectly cut locks, nothing. What about the clothes she sometimes helped them pick out when they didn't know what to do with themselves? Yeah, that's what she thought.

She took a deep breath as she finally rolled her eyes and got up from the conrete wall she placed herself on. She took another sip of her beer, throwing the bottle at the wall, and walking off. As she walked she could hear the guys asking her frantically where she was going. Dumb asses. She held up her right hand, including her middle finger, and flipped them off. They got quiet, she was finally out of ear-shot of the two raging weirdos. That's probably good that she can block people like that out, there seemed to be a lot in this buisness. As she walked twords the tour bus, she could hear people talking about things. Some were weird, like what they liked on their ice cream, and some were serious like lyrics to songs. She wished she was playing in a band, but no, she decided that wasn't the way for her to go this time.

As she reached the tour bus, she took a deep breath and pushed her black and blond bangs from her eyes. It was getting annoying, she wished she could just cut all of it off, but that would be an outrage. She looked down at the asphalt, sighing as she traced the patterns with her eyes. When she neared the tour bus more, she looked up quickly now that she was aware of someone out side. Just as she looked up, she ever so gracefully tripped over a piece of wood used so the busses wouldn't roll. Obviously, people needed to pick up for themselves. As she fell to the ground, she bet she looked like a dying duck. What an idiot, tisk tisk. She growled as she hit the ground, rolling over and laying on her back. Her eyes closed, and soon opened to look up at the sky above her. Well, who ever was there she most likely already saw and knew of and they'd probably heard her stories of how much of a dumb ass she was.

She shook her head, sighing as she lay in front of the bus. "Well, that was good..." She said, directing it twords the person who was sitting outside. She figured they probably thought she was drunk out of her mind, but she honestly wasn't. She only had one drink, just one... yet she could trip over a little piece of wood. "I swear I'm not drunk," She said in a more serious tone before sighing again and reaching over to wipe the gravel off her left elbow. Hopefully the person would talk back, so she didn't make herself look like even more of an ass. Maybe it wouldn't had been so bad if she would've sat up, or something, but no... she just lay there.

[giselle antoinette beauvais]

you put words in my mouth,
i'd like to put a bullet in yours.

Izzy soon realized that there were tears on her face, but she let herself cry. If someone came around, they’d make a bit of noise, and she’d be able to hide her feelings. It wasn’t always so easy, but she’d gotten better at it. The girl really didn’t have a lot to hide anymore either, so feelings weren’t always being hidden. I mean, being on tour meant she was away from everything had had ruined her to begin with. Her brother wasn’t with them, which made her terribly sad, but she wasn’t with her father. True, she hadn’t been with him for a few years, but now she was even farther from him, which put her at ease so much more. The weight lifted off her shoulders was tremendous, and it was so amazing. The cool breeze that swept across her skin made her shiver. She was tiny, and she got cold so easily. Good thing she was wearing hoodie. It was probably her favorite out of all the hoodies she had. It was a bright but dull yellow, and it had SpongeBob’s face on the front. As soon as she had seen it in the store, she had to buy it. SpongeBob was one of her favorite shows, and it looked so cute. While on the clothes topic, she realized she was basically representing kid shows. Her shirt was pink, a picture of the pink ranger on it. Power Rangers and SpongeBob, how fantastic. She hadn’t ever watched the show that much, but she had seen the Power Rangers movies. If Sebastian had wanted to see it, Izzy did. As a kid, she followed her brother all the time. He wanted something, she wanted something. And it never bothered him, which surprised her. A lot of siblings got annoyed by that. She was thankful for it though. Without that boy, she’d probably be dead.

Footsteps were heard approaching, so Elle quickly wiped the tears away. They’d slowed, which helped, but there were still the trails on her cheeks. Her hands receded into her sleeves, and she grabbed the edges and rubbed at her cheeks with the material. There, good as new. Well, better. She probably didn’t look like she was crying so much. That was a good thing, because an interrogation wasn’t what she needed. They always made her uncomfortable. The girl needed her space and peace of mind, and an interrogation didn’t bring either. They made her feel trapped and uptight. No one was interrogating her though, correct? She hadn’t been looking, but from the sounds, Izzy could tell the person tripped. The only thing she could think of them tripping over was the piece of wood. There could have been a rock though. Giselle had stumbled over rocks plenty of times, though never fallen. She’d gotten her balance back rather quickly. Not always though, and that was when she got embarrassed. She hated making herself look dumb. People almost always laughed when someone tripped, and she hated being laughed at. Elle was just about to look over when the person spoke. The voice gave them away, and Izzy smiled. Brooklynn wasn’t always tripping, but it didn’t surprise her. The girl knew her friend tripped every so often. Her eyes wandered over to where the girl was, and a smile curved on her lips. “I agree,” she spoke, obviously teasing. She wasn’t going to be a bitch to someone she got along with. That would just fuck everything up for her. She needed friends to keep her self-esteem existing.

The other girl spoke again, and Izzy laughed a little. “Of course. You’re never drunk.” Seeing the girl was still laying down, the blonde stood up and walked over to help her friend up. Brooklynn had become a friend of hers rather quickly, and she was glad. The girl seemed to be one of those people she could trust with a lot of her secrets. Maybe it was just her appearance, but she seemed to have a lot of secrets of her own that Elle would keep secret. She’d never dream of telling someone’s secret. Of course, she’d never even dream of standing up for herself against a friend, which was bad. She’d get taken advantage of; her friends would get her to do all kind of things for them. Some already had. But they weren’t on tour, so she was somewhat starting out fresh. Standing in front of Brooklynn, Izzy held out her hand for her friend to use to help her up. It was the nice thing to do, correct?

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word count: 790 words without codes
tag: brooklynn!
song: so fierce
artist: jeffree star
outfit: click!
notes: eeeh, it's okay.

[brooklynn noelle york]

sweet cherry pie.

This probably woul've been a worse situation if she wasn't use to publicly humiliating herself. She did it a lot, and just learned to roll with it eventually. Like once, she fell down a flight of stairs in an amazing dressand everyone laughed their asses off. When she stood up, she had her foot on the hem and it definatly ripped her dress all the way off. Brilliant, yes, but hell at least she got taken home by a hot guy that night. At least some one enjoyed it. Her mom was always getting on to her, since she was a stripper, she had to be graceful. Brook hated the idea of her mom being a stripper, but she always tried to push it from her mind.

As she heard her friend's voice she smirked. She knew that voice, it was all too familiar. Giselle, her new friend here. She was in merch for Insane in the Membrane,which was freakin' cool. It's always nice to have a vagina in the croud of penises on the bus. Of course Brook never cared, but it was still nice. As she said she agreed, she laughed slightly and shook her head. "Aw, thanks..." She said and smirked with a small giggle. When she heard Giselle coming around to her, she closed her eyes. Hopefully she'd help her up, which she was sure she would do. As she came and held out a hand, making the comment she smiled. "Right, never" She said and smirked as she took her hand and finally got up. She sighed and shivered "dude it's cold out here," she said and shook her head as she turned to walk in to the bus. She wasn't staying out here.

"So I'm guessing no one's back yet," She said with a shrug as she looked in to the bus. She rolled her eyes as she let her eyes scan over the mess that had accumulated. It wasn't a big deal, she'd clean it. She looked out to Giselle, sighing "so what've you been doing all night?" She asked softly as she waited on her. She wasn't sure if she was going come in or not, she hoped she would so they could talk. She stepped further in to the bus, glancing around. She picked up a bag of stale chips, throwing them in the garbage. There were a few other things, it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.

Usually she hated to pick up things, but here she liked to. She liked to do stuff for the band, it made her feel... well, special. She usually picked up around her old house, and since she had a brother and a boyfriend living with her she cleaned up after them. Sometimes she didn't mind it, because some day she'll have to do it more than she already does. She played with her toungue ring as she thought, then finally snapped back with a sigh.

[giselle antoinette beauvais]

you put words in my mouth,
i'd like to put a bullet in yours.

Izzy was kind of glad it was her friend that had tripped and not her. She didn’t mean that as in she wanted her friend to fall because she disliked her, but she didn’t want to be embarrassed by that. If it had happened to Giselle, she would have been so embarrassed. She could have even cried. Normally it didn’t bother anyone that much, but, being shy, the blonde was very sensitive. Even a hurtful name could make her close to tears. It sucked a lot, but she couldn’t really bring herself to just change suddenly. The change would have to take place over time, or it just wasn’t going to happen. Elle had even tried to toughen up in situations, but it didn’t work. She couldn’t hide the hurt it brought. It’d slowly get better though. I mean, everyone changes a bit as they get older. It’s inevitable no matter who you are.

Brooklynn seemed to notice who she was, which was good. Izzy didn’t need her taking her comments the wrong way. That’d suck big time. Giselle hated fights, and she didn’t fare well in them. Any type of angry yelling reminded her of living with her father, and that usually resulted in her crying and feeling very upset and scared. Though he wasn’t anywhere close to her, she always thought he was going to find her somehow. It was possible, actually, since he wasn’t in jail. But he didn’t know where she was, and Sebastian wasn’t about to tell, right? Her brother would keep her secret. “No problem,” Izzy said, a laugh in her voice. She liked joking around with her friends. Brooklynn took Izzy’s hand and she helped pull her up. “I know. That’s exactly opposite of you.” Almost everyone on tour got drunk at one point or another. Giselle knew she probably would, she was just afraid for it. Hangovers were terrible, from what she’d been told. They were both standing when Brook mentioned the temperature. It was a bit cold out. She was wearing hoodie though, which probably made it less cold for her.

No one had been back yet, or so she figured. They could have been sleeping, though she doubted it. “I don’t think so,” Giselle replied. Her friend walked onto the bus, and Izzy looked around for a second then followed. She wasn’t going to sit outside and leave her all alone inside the bus. “I was sleeping, but then I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep.” She wasn’t one for parties; that was obvious just when you looked at her. She noticed Brooklynn was picking up, and she didn’t blame her. The bus was a mess. They were all pretty lazy, so it all accumulated into a mess someone had to clean up. If no one picked it up, Elle would eventually do it. Messes bothered her a lot.

“What have you been up to?” Izzy asked in return, pushing a pile of clothes off to the end of the couch. She wasn’t sure who’s they were; probably Dezi’s, he was a pretty messy. At least he could be. She’d known him for a while and knew most of his habits. It could have been anyone though. The whole band could be pretty messy since they were all guys. Guys were naturally messy.

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word count: 582 words without codes
tag: brooklynn!
song: ------------
artist: ------------
outfit: click!
notes: i was majorly distracted, sorry.

[brooklynn noelle york]

minutes to midnight.

She smiled softly as she plopped down on the edge of the couch on the opposite side of the bus. She sighed and layed back, closing her eyes slowly. She wasn't going to sleep, no, she was just resting her eyes as they called it. When her dad use to say he was just 'resting his eyes' he would fall asleep, and it would piss her off to no end. She smiled as she opened them again, noticing Giselle had come back in. She sat up again, sighing and nodding to her i don't think so comment. She smirked, figuring they were off doing whatever they did. It didn't bother her a bit, though. Honeslty sometimes they were a hastle if you liked to be responsible.

It wasn't supposed to be cold today, so she was a little annoyed athe fact that it was. She liked the cold, but she didn't wear a jacket or anything. She crossed her legs on the couch and pulled the grey furry blanket over her. It was one of the boy's, but she was sure they woulnd't care about it if she used it. She smiled when she said she couldn't go back to sleep. She didn't understand why she would't come out and party with everyone, it could be major fun. Of course, hangovers suck... but there were some cures and pain-easers for that. She just liked the feeling of being drunk, and having to have other people help her back to the bus where outside she'd puke like a maniac. It was certainly a thrill.

"Oh, I see..." She said softly when she watched Giselle sit down on the couch. She looked down, pushing a pair of boxers off the side of it with a giggle. "You know, you should totally come out and party with me some night," She said as she looked back to Giselle. She knew she probably might not wanna try it, but she didn't have to drink. She could just have fun. "You don't even have to do anything, just come have fun and hang out..." She said with a smaller smile and a shrug. Hopefully she'd take the offer to come, but she wasn't sure.

Usuall when she partied on tour she didn't get shit faced, she had to know what was going on as long as she didn't have a lot of sober people around to get her back. Sure she had people, like the band, but they weren't always sober enough to realize what was happening. She honestly couldn't blame them though, it was their time.

[giselle antoinette beauvais]

you put words in my mouth,
i'd like to put a bullet in yours.

Giselle kind of loved the quiet that filled the air. It was nice to just be able to sit in silence and be calm. People were screaming at her all day, so not being yelled at was a relief. It’d be a whole lot easier if she could yell back. The thing was, she didn’t like yelling and she’d probably get in trouble. She didn’t like being a bitch in general. It just wasn’t her, especially not to people she didn’t know. She was dealing with strangers all day, and it was better for them to just stay that. She didn’t need them bothering her and just being a total jerk. Of course, someone in the band who was her friend would probably tell them to shut up or something. People on this tour actually cared about her, which was a bit of a surprise. Not that big of a surprise, but the amount of people was a little. It seemed like more than at home, and there were even less people here. Go figure.

Elle pulled her legs up onto the couch, sitting cross-legged. That was her preferred style of sitting, and it didn’t always make sense. It usually looked very odd, but no one ever pointed it out. I mean, how rude would that have been? No one must’ve minded. Her eyes scanned the floor in front of the couch, and she saw the shoes and debris scattered on the floor. Honestly, how could they be so dirty? She’d probably go and clean up a lot of it now that she was looking at it. It was a bit gross. Izzy could be pretty OCD about cleanliness. Her OCD never overtook her life, but it could be demanding of her. Her things had to be arranged in a certain way and her schedule had to be perfect. There was room for a little change, but not much. Too much would upset Giselle, and she hated that.

Izzy nodded her head at Brooklynn’s response. It wasn’t really needed, but it felt like the right thing to do. She wasn’t sure why, but it didn’t really matter. She couldn’t explain all of her actions. It was normal, hopefully. She didn’t need any more abnormal things about her. That’d set her self-esteem way low. She already thought she was some kind of freak. Partying? That didn’t sound much like her. It wasn’t all that appealing, but, at the same time, it was. Looking back up at Brook, Izzy answered. “Maybe I will. I’ll have to think about it.” She really would. If she wasn’t being pressured to drink or anything, it might be fun. Yeah, it’d have to be fun. Spending time with your friends was always wonderful. You had a blast, and you usually got some inside jokes and great memories out of it. Giselle loved thinking about things that happened in the past that made her happy. They helped cheer her up if she was in a bad mood.

Blinking once, Izzy finally realized Brooklynn was wearing a blanket. One she loved a lot. She gasped softly then got up and sat next to her friend. “I looove this blanket.” She slid under one side, not using much due to her tininess. Even though she was wearing a hoodie, she was a little cold. Looking up at her slightly taller friend, Izzy giggled softly. “I’m weird.” Obviously. She had just run over and gotten under a blanket randomly. It was weird. Then again, everyone was a bit weird in their own way. Everyone was brought up differently, and sometimes those differences made you a bit weird. No one really made fun of anyone else on tour for it, but you did notice the odd habit. Sometimes it even grew on you if you spent enough time with that person. Elle was sure she’d pick up a few new habits by the time this tour was over.

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word count: 681 words without codes
tag: brooklynn!
song: the piano knows something i don't
artist: panic at the disco
outfit: click!
notes: sorry for all the ramble.

[brooklynn noelle york]

why do i do this.

She smirked as she watched her. As much as she wanted to push the thought away, she kept thinking about how cute Giselle was. Well, it was her nature to think that... but she figured it'd be a little weird if she ever acted like she thought that. She didn't know if Giselle knew she was Bi-Sexual, and definatly if she asked she'd tell she wasn't shy about it. There were so many times where she had made the mistake of flirting with a friend and losing them because they thought it was weird. She couldn't help it, she just loved to be loved. Honestly, though, she liked guys a little more... but girls just understood better. They were always, well, there. They were a lot more trust worthy too. At least most of the time.

As Giselle spoke again, she snapped out of it. "Maybe I will,"

[/b] Was all she heard. She smiled and nodded, it'd be tons of fun. "Cool, sounds good..." She said and grinned softly. She would never pressure anyone in to drinking, or anything of those sorts. She wasn't like that. She knew that it was never fun to be forced to do something you didn't want to do, first hand. She wouldn't do it to her good friend either, ever.

When Giselle sat next to her, she raised a brow and laughed as she told her she "loooooved" this blanket. She loved it too. "For real? I love it too!" She said and giggled. It was so soft, and grey, and fluffly. As she curled up beside her, and stated that she was weird she nodded "don't worry, I'm either at equal weirdness or more weird than you, hun" she said and pulled the blanket further over her shoulders.


[[oh, my, gosh. that was the definition of fugly. i'm sorry =/ ]]
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