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Post by FLICK ROXANA VALERIOUS on Jan 2, 2011 1:04:09 GMT 8
keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak thereBARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,
CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] tagged for open with 1204 words. template by kleptomania ftw?! of caution.[/center] Alarm clocks, a sleeping person's worst nightmare. Well, it was Flick's worst nightmare. She was confused as to why it was going off in the first place. It was the weekend right? Yeah, it was. Otherwise the footsteps of Ronnie would have been echoing down the hall, getting her to wake up. Let's face it. Flick was a heavy sleeper. Her alarm clock considered of this special object that made the bed shake and a loud bull horn hitting her ears. Safe to say, the neighbors weren't too happy with the noise in the morning. But then again, Flick lived to bother them. She was troublemaker, that was her official title at times. So, she had right to mess with them, well, not really. But you get the picture, hopefully. Speaking of noise and trouble. She wondered where Ronnie was. Her brother was usually up, hyped up on some kind of caffeine. The two couldn't be more different really. While Ronnie was clean cut and pretty preppy, Flick was tattooed and pierced. Except, he was out of his mind, she was stoic and pessimistic. Yet, she still loved the guy. He was her brother and he did help her out of the mess she was in and bring her back here. He didn't have to do that and yet he did. She hadn't been that gracious. But she did try to pay him back with the money she made tattooing. Which probably made him happy because she worked through school and got a job. He wasn't happy with the pot though. She twenty now, and she was her own person. He was in his late twenties but it still didn't give him a reason not to have fun.
With no Ronnie appearing, she just sat up in bed. Pulling the blanket around her tighter as she struggled to seal in the warmth. She hated waking up and then being cold. Shivering slightly, she figured that it would be a good time to actually get dress. But she was still going to be cold. Either way she could make a run for it and take a nice hot shower. That sounded like a plan she could stick with. Besides, she needed a nice shower. She had spent last night running around with Ronnie on some tattoo errands and whatever the kid needed. She finally inhaled deeply, as if preparing herself for some kind of underwater dive in the Arctic and threw the blankets off of her and took quick steps to her bathroom, opening the door and flipping on the shower quickly, turning the knob to the left as she watched the room fill up with steam. She stripped off her PJs and took a step inside, letting the close to boiling water hit her skin as she washed of yesterday's dirt and whatever. After, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself, walking back into her room and quickly trying to decide what to wear.
Pulling out dressers, she looked through her clothes, pulling out a few shirts and pairs of skinny jeans, throwing them onto the bed to decide what the hell she was going to wear to the what? The mall maybe. She had to buy new strings for her guitar. Yeah, she could do that. She also needed guitar picks since she kept losing hers, that or Ronnie stole them from her. She looked over to her side and picked up her wallet, counting the money in it. She had to make sure if she had enough to get what she needed. She had enough to buy what she needed and something at the food court maybe a new shirt. She would have more, except she gave half of what she got to Ronnie. Even if he refused it, she would leave it on his desk or something. She pulled out a bra and underwear, slipping them on and then grabbing the white tank top with a lighting bolt on it and pulling it over her head. After a moment, she decided on blue skinny jeans that a some rips in them and pulled those on and up. With that, she was done getting dressed as Flick took out socks and pulled them over her feet and then her dark blue Toms . Now, Flick was pretty lucky to have naturally straight hair. After rubbing her head with the towel, she tossed everything into the dirty laundry hamper. She grabbed her grey cardigan off of the back of the chair and threw it on.
Biting her lip, she debated on whether to put on make up today. She stopped to look at her reflection in the body length mirror, staring at her blue eyes. She walked back over to her dresser, taking the dark eyeliner and gold eyeshadow from the mess of her make up and headed towards the mirror again, where she slowly applied the right amount of eyeliner around her eyes and some gold eye shadow. After she was done, she slipped on her ninja turtles bracelet and a necklace. She was all ready, grabbing her little wallet that had money stuffed in it, her phone and her ipod. She decided it would be a good time to leave. It was something in the afternoon. Yes, she was still wondering why her alarm went off. Shrugging her shoulders at the thought, she opened up her door and left her room. She didn't hear anything in the apartment as she looked into Ronnie's room and every other room. "Where the hell could he be?" She mumbled as she pushed the bangs out of her eyes. She walked into the kitchen, spotting the note on the table, telling her he was going to be out for the day. Great, she had to get herself to the mall. Well, it wasn't that far and it was pretty nice weather, she couldn't complain. But it also meant he took the fucking car.
Placing her ear buds into her ears and turning up her ipod so that someone from two feet away could hear Pierce the Veil blasting from her ears, she opened the door to the apartment and closed and locked it behind her, walking down the stairs and out the door. Walking down the sidewalk, she started taking turns as she tapped her fingers on her thighs to the drums from the music. She should of brought a pair of sunglasses even though, it was far too late to go back and pick up some now. Finally, the shopping center was coming into view. She exhaled in relief, not that she didn't like walking it was just a pain in the ass sometimes. Walking up the sidewalk and pulling open the door to the mall, she walked in and started walking straight towards the instrument store. She finally found it, after five minutes of looking at a map and pushed opened the door, the little bell jingled as she entered. Flick instantly went straight to the guitar isle, looking at strings. Now, she had to figure out which ones to get. Great.
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Post by AURORA EBONY AARONS on Jan 3, 2011 15:48:01 GMT 8
It was a Saturday, this much wouldn’t change until the clock struck midnight. However, in the apartment of Aurora Aarons, you would have guessed differently. A light could be seen in the far corner of the main living area on top of a well-organized desk. A girl sat behind it, her hair hung over her shoulder as she rested her head in one hand and eyed the paper below her. Scanning over the page quietly, she flipped to the next faster than most. Yes, Aurora was a speed reader. Even on the nights where she didn’t have a test or quiz coming up, she could find herself losing track of time and spending far too much of it reading her textbooks, reviewing and highlighting. Two words could easily describe this girl: over-obsessive (with her need to memorize all material before it was even taught) and nerdy. The real drive for her school-work came out of the fact that a) it was one of the things she was truly good at and b) she had it in her mind that if she didn’t get top grades, somehow she wouldn’t achieve the greatest possible outcome in life. Letting out a yawn, an hour had passed before Rory glanced at the clock. Letting out a grunt, she wasn’t ever impressed with herself when she didn’t sleep. Not being one to sleep through the day, Rory considered it a waste of time. Why sleep if she could get so much done instead? There were very few people in the world that hated coffee, and unsurprisingly Aurora was one of them. It was far too unhealthy for her liking- and addictive. Stretching, Aurora marked her page when a bright yellow sticky note (she had a specific color of sticky note for particular meanings) which told her that she had to pick up there, clearly being here she left off. Sitting up, the brunette held onto her desk as she got up so that she could balance herself, aware that her foot may be asleep after sitting on it for several hours straight. Having in her mind what she would do already, once one hundred percent sure she was balanced and fully awake, no matter how exhausted, Aurora brought her fingers to the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. Turning into her room, she placed it into the hamper, the rest of her clothes following shortly after. Entering the bathroom, she turned the tap to the water and stepped into the steaming water. Humming the tune to her favorite songs, Aurora took her time.
Getting out of the shower only when she felt clean and somewhat energized, Aurora cleared the fog off of her mirror and brushed her teeth. This was a usual routine for her in the mornings where she wasn’t getting ready for Law School. Swiftly moving around to the kitchen, she prepared herself breakfast. Aurora had moved out of her parent’s house when the first had the chance. She had always been an independent girl, and she wanted to prove that she could do it. At times it wasn’t the easiest thing, working and doing her school work, but she managed quite efficiently with her organization skills. Being alone wasn’t too awful either, as when she was lonely there was always a chance she’d call up her sister to come and join her for the night. Of course she was sure to make it one that wasn’t a school night. Aurora was motherly in the sense that she didn’t approve of her sister staying out late when she had to get up early in the morning. Though then again she didn’t like it when Sierra stayed out late and went back to her parents late (she was aware of the girls’ rebellion and did her best to try and tame the girl- the best fail the eldest Aaron girl ever made but that didn’t stop her from trying endlessly). Which meant when she was over, at least she knew where Sierra was. A contradicting thought/situation also wasn’t too uncommon when Aurora was the girl in question. Actually, it was anything but. Cleaning her dishes right after she used them, she placed everything back where they were before she had used them and went back to her room. Wrapped up in a towel still, it was time to pick out her outfit. The nineteen year old was already aware that she was going to buy her new guitar today, meaning that she was leaving the house and going to the mall. Never leaving the house in anything rugged, she was simple but not lazy. Scanning her closet, Aurora didn’t have to take an hour to choose her clothing. Her mood was telling her to go with tights (she only ever wore black tights, so that part was simple) and then when it came to the rest of her mood, she was exhausted, and therefore she didn’t feel like sticking out too much. This meant that bright colors were out of the question. Pulling her outfit on, she slipped on flats and ran a brush through her hair. Allowing a sigh to escape her lips, Aurora gathered her keys and left the apartment.
The drive wasn’t too far from where she had her apartment, but Aurora didn’t want to have to carry a brand new guitar with her home, it was too inconvenient for her likings. Walking into the store, she wasn’t too sure where the guitars were. The last time she had looked into them had been online when she was taking a break from reading. There was the occasional time where she even would get sick of school and couldn’t bring herself to do it. Surprising, right? Having the personality that screamed independent, it was no shocker that she didn’t go ask for help. There was no rush to her day, so time wasn’t a part of the equation. She could scope out the whole place if she pleased- which she wouldn’t, as that was too much time consumed on one thing for her. It’s obvious what most people think of when they hear about how she functions: obsessive much? The answer is rhetorical considering it’s a yes, and an obvious one at that. To Aurora it’s normal though, she’s never known different. Turning down an isle where she found a girl with a unique shade of red hair, she saw that there were the essentials surrounding her; guitar strings, picks, and even amps in the distant corner where the isle ended and had an open space that marked a new isle going the opposite way. Silently minding her own business, she browsed. Being the observant and thoughtful girl she was, her mind started shifting into over drive with thoughts. The first: how many different types of people were there? With that, how many different types of people was there that screamed different personalities that were into the same thing(s)? Aurora and the girl next to her were examples of screaming opposites, but that just intrigued Rory more. ”See any you like?” she asked, casually, her eyes looking over to the girl for a moment, wondering if she would even notice she was being spoken too- her music was pretty darn loud. Personally Aurora didn’t mind it- the genre wasn’t her favorite, but she also didn’t hate it. Waiting, Rory turned back and looked over a few more. There was quite the selection placed out in front of her. Rory had already decided that she was either getting a normal acoustic or a black electric guitar, so color coordinating wouldn’t be a problem. Rory was also only minimally indecisive- she felt bad for those who couldn’t ever make decisions, as she had a few friends who couldn’t do it for the simplest of things. For her it was amusing when it came to the smaller things. For her friend it always seemed to be frustrating because it made everything that much more difficult.
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music • right where you want me to be - ADTR
notes • first post in five months! sorry for the quality xP
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Post by FLICK ROXANA VALERIOUS on Jan 5, 2011 7:00:50 GMT 8
]size=1] keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak thereBARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,
CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] tagged for open with 1204 words. template by kleptomania ftw?! of caution.[/center] No one really knew anything about Flick, well...She liked to keep it that way really. She hadn't moved here till she was about sixteen or seventeen. She hated leaving Romania. She didn't understand why her brother just couldn't stay here. She knew that he settled down here, but she wanted out. She never wanted to be here, she liked living alone and had been two years prior to her brother finding here alone in the apartment. Of course, she wasn't in good shape. With the cuts on her wrists and the lack of medication that sent her spiraling into bouts of depression, well it wasn't the best moment for the two of him. She couldn't answer any questions about her mother, where she had gone to, why she was here and not with her. The had both knew it was going to happen eventually, their parents weren't married when they had her older brother and she was pretty sure her mother only had her to try to get the family to stay together. It had failed, her dad had left when her brother was eleven and she was three. She knew her mother had some feeling of hate for her, leaving her brother to take care of her. Then he left, just like that and she was left alone with the woman. It was horrible, well for her. She had to make sure she got herself fed everyday and she was suffering from not taking her medication (which she took now, though it still hadn't changed her views on the world) Jacky had been there though for her, she had feared she would never see him again because she thought her mother might have told him that she had moved with her. She did a good job of keeping up appearances too, till the power was cut out and she couldn't keep up with her brother's messages. She was screwed.
Jacky must of figured out what the hell was going on because the next minute he was carting her off. She's still pissed off though, she didn't fit in at all when she started high school, she was a outcast artist and by the time she got out of there she started working at the tattoo place and that's how it all started. Jacky was also a tattoo artist, even though he looked so unlike her. He was still good as a artist and she worked with him too. Which was a good thing, considering the twenty year old never grew out of her "I hate the human race" phase, that left her like this. A frigid pessimistic bitch. Sure, she could be nice at times, but it was impossible for her normally, she just could never get along with anyone, considering her personality was about as nice as a rattlesnake's. She couldn't exactly handle large amounts of people either. She freaked out, some said it was because she probably had social anxiety or others said it was probably because she didn't go to school for three years, lacking those three years of human contact. It was a sensory overload, but she was getting better. If she got in and out of stores quickly at the mall she wasn't so bad, she didn't shake or anything. She didn't get the urge to cut, so she was fine now. She wanted it to stay fine, Jacky would be happy. She wouldn't have to live with him anymore so he could keep a eye on her. Because that's what he did and he wouldn't stop till he figured she was fine, it had been four years since he brought her back, she was sure she was fine. Being fine was easy.
The music shop wasn't that busy. It was a calming through really as she walked through the isles and everything. She liked it when it was quiet. Running a hand through her bright red hair she started looking through the strings and checking out the picks. She had a specific kind she used but you never know when you might find something different and she did that often. Changing her habits, the therapist said it might of been a good idea for her, given the fact that she repeated the same habit everyday for three years, he figured it would be a good idea to get her out of the routine. Sighing, she bit down on her lip when she heard foot steps next to her and saw a girl well, who didn't belong really. Not that Flick ever stereotypical people. She just hated everyone the same except for a few people. Looking away, she kept looking back at the strings till she heard a voice. Oh, great. Someone trying to start a conversation. Just what she needed. "Mm, sure. I guess." She said, keeping it short, but a hint of irritation because well, Flick just wanted in and out and no conversations.
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