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Post by ashy on Dec 29, 2010 14:37:38 GMT -5
Even with it being December and freezing out, he couldn't stay inside. It was driving him crazy. There was nothing to do on the bus or in the hotel except watch whatever crappy shows were on or play guitar. He loved playing, but everyone needed a break from something they did all the time. Today was definately one of those days.
Carver had no idea where to go or what to do, but as long as it wasn't in the bus or hotel room it was fine with him. He shoved his phone in his pocket before putting his leather jacket on and grabbing a water bottle before leaving, still unsure where to go but he would find somewhere while wandering around. Even if he didn't, he wasn't stuck inside bored out of his mind.
He was getting tired of walking after awhile. Little sleep and the pain pills threatening to wear off and let his headache come back was finally wearing him down. He looked around before sighing in relief at the site of the park. It was cold out, nobody would be there. Least no little kids would be. It was perfect. There wasn't much to do at the park but he was tired so it didn't really matter.
He quickly drank some of his water, which was beginning to get painfully cold thanks to the temperature outside, before going and finding a nice spot in the grass and lying down putting his hands behind his head. He didn't mind the cold. He actually prefered it being cold than hot. Cold you could always put on more layers to keep warm, but you can only take so much off when hot and you're still hot.
He yawned and closed his eyes. He wasn't planning on falling asleep but he needed to give his eyes a break. Part of him wanted to be left alone, while the other part was screaming for somebody to come by and chat. He left to find something to keep him from being bored, not to lie around in the grass still bored. Somebody had to come by eventually. He just had to wait.
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Post by ashy on Dec 30, 2010 13:02:40 GMT -5
It was quiet and boring, but he wasn't about to complain. It was a nice change from the chaos back at the hotel or buses. Of course he couldn't help opening his eyes and propping himself up on his elbows at the sound of his name. He smiled slightly once he realized who it was. He liked the peace and quiet, but company was much more nice and entertaining. Especially when it was somebody he already knew.
"Chelsea! What are you doing here?" he asked looking at her curiously. "Nerdy? Ooooo since when do you have glasses? And I don't know... Least they don't make you look dorky." he said shrugging before sitting up the rest of the way.
"So what's my nerdy friend up to this morning? Besides randomly attacking people at the park." he asked somewhat jokingly. He looked up for a second before back to her. He hated mornings and daytime in general. He was more of an evening person. Then again, what musician wasn't? Late night concerts and parties only leave time for sleeping it all off during light hours.
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Post by ashy on Jan 2, 2011 2:03:39 GMT -5
Carver nodded a bit at her answer, knowing exactly what she meant. "How can you read with a hangover headache? Actually... How can you read? Books are boring." he said yawning slightly before laughing. "Cute nerd? Somebody's conceited, eh? I look like a dork with glasses... Anwayway... Near or far-sighted? And I'm just here getting away from being stuck in the bus or room all day. Needed a break. That and waiting for my headache to come back." he said before layying back again and putting his hands back behind his head, though looking at her still.
"Screaming my name... Attacking... Eh there's not thaaaat big of a difference is there? Sharpie withdrawl? What happened to your sharpies?" he asked propping himself back up on his elbows and looking at her curiously.
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Post by ashy on Jan 7, 2011 22:46:35 GMT -5
Carver rolled his eyes. "Well least somebody loves books. They'd be pretty useless if everybody hated them. And what's wrong with being near sighted?" he asked titling his head to the side slightly. "Rather be near sighted than far sighted. Least with near sightedness if somebody throws something at you you can see it before it hits you. Far sighted people see it initially but then it'd dissapear and you'd be all holy shit where'd it go? Then it'd hit you out of nowhere." he said shrugging.
"Can't tackle somebody on the ground." he said before poking her. "You stole the fun flask? You think she'd be nice and just give it to you by now. Sheesh."
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