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Post by isari on Apr 17, 2011 20:54:01 GMT -5
Isari Lillianna Flyte was a mouthful of a name for the tiny girl who claimed it as her own. She shook her head as she tied her long, dyed blond hair up in a ponytail. Anyone that told her that was fucking dead. She hated people fucking with her because of her height. She knew she was tiny. What was the big fucking whoop about it? She wasn’t going to magically change her height just like that. But she always wasn’t going to let her tiny stature bring her down. Fuck that bullshit. The girl looked in the mirror, satisfied that her hair was out of her way, and tugged on her fingerless gloves, inherited by her mother, over her hands. Pair that with her black sweatshirt and black jeans and someone would think she was a goth. Or trying to be a shadow. But no, the tiny girl just felt like wearing black today. Besides, with her light coloring? It didn’t look half assed. And if people ignored her because she was in black, it was just better. Tugging on her beat up Converse sneakers, she was good to go. For a moment she looked over to her tech shit, mostly her laptop over all else, and debated dragging it along with her. She was headed to the beach, so was it really a good idea to drag that along with her? Probably not. She still was wondering whether or not to bring it. She felt…naked without her tech. That was why she was a fucking techie for a band at only seventeen after all. Not that her age actually mattered to the girl. Young in body but not mind. Isa was determined to always be the most fucking mature girl in the area. She didn’t have to take boys into consideration, they were rarely mature. She snickered a bit at the thought and slung her backpack, the one that didn’t contain her tech shit, but her beach shit, over her shoulder before leaving the room. Onward and outward. It wasn’t the longest walk ever to the beach, but even if it had been fifteen fucking miles Isa would have made the treck. The water was so important to her, and always had been. It was like, her life out of the computer screen. Her only life out of the computer screen. She had yet to get close to anyone, not that she gave a shit, so that was what Isa had. Her tech and her waves. She didn’t know what she’d do when they left the coasts. She guessed there were people out there in the middle states but to Isa it was like they didn’t exist. If they didn’t have water, she didn’t like it. She wasn’t looking forward to leaving the water. She had been by the water her whole life. She had grown up in the biggest fucking surfing town in Florida for fucks sake. She figured if she sucked it up and actually bothered to get to know other people who were on this tour, she’d actually have something to do. Or, someone to talk to gasp. She didn’t fucking expect to make friends. She was abrasive and everything she said was a bitchy comment or a snide one that was intended to hurt whoever listened. She didn’t give a shit about other people. If they couldn’t handle her abuse, they didn’t deserve to talk to her. It was her way of putting up an icy wall. Keep people out, they didn’t fuck you over. Once she got a friend, she’d show off her wacky side. Like that would ever happen but hey, who knows. Until then, her wacky side was something…OMG. Mushroom. For a moment Isa spazzed and jumped, switching to the other side of the street. Fuckers. She blamed her father for her jumpiness around them, but when you grow up around someone who’s convinced that mushrooms are evil, you get a little fucked up. Besides, she was safely on the other side of the street, and was perfectly fine. Deep breaths little spaz. She grinned a bit, amused at herself before the expression was gone and she was walking again. And then she was there. The pier. Not good enough surfing if you asked the little Gidget, but it was good enough to get to the water and be able to relax. Just the sounds of it calmed her. She needed it every once in a while, just that moment. Not to be by herself, because she was always by herself, but to relax. Sliding her bag onto the wood of the floor, she soon followed suit, plopping down at the edge of the pier and letting her legs dangle off. It wasn’t long before the pure music of the waves took her, and she forgot the rest of the world. Words?! 839 Muse?! Not bad considering I haven't posted with Isa's character in a long time. Tagged?! Open!!
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Post by JASPER ERIK MOXIE, on Apr 17, 2011 21:40:56 GMT -5
I` D L I K E T O T H A N K T H E D E VI L
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He threw his headphones in and took off for the beach. Maine was beautiful, they had never been. In fact, he had never really travelled outside of New Jersey until he started mixed martial arts. There was never money, or time, or reason for he or Roxie to be taken anywhere fun. Mostly they made their own fun. That was what Jasper liked about the tour and his mini-career as a fighter- it took him places he had never been before. Although he had been to plenty of martial arts meets in the tri state area, he had never been to Maine before. The pine trees, the chilly wind and the strange weather that changed every five minutes intrigued him. He needed to go for a jog anyway, so why not check out the scenery at the same time.
"I'll be back later, my phone's off, i'm not gonna die."read the note that Jasper had left for his sister on the table. Then he had put on his shorts, a t shirt and sneakers and taken off.
It wasn't a long jog, but it was nice nonetheless. He came to a slow when he reached the shoreline, picking up a few flat stones to skip across the choppy, gray water. The ocean spray was freezing, much unlike New Jersey at this time of year, so he was tempted to go sit on the pier instead. As he made his way onto the wooden planks he saw a girl sitting by herself with her legs kicking over the side.
"Aw jeez, I hope she's friendly,"
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Post by isari on Apr 17, 2011 22:38:08 GMT -5
Isa shrugged her heavy black sweatshirt closer around her. Funny to go from the perpetually warm of Florida, to the slight chill of New York, up to this place that was actually pretty damn nippy. Funny how those things worked. Not like Isa gave a shit as long as they stayed on the coast, though she was pretty certain that wouldn’t be so true for long. It wasn’t like they could travel back down the coast now, could they? She wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like she had ever been on a tour or whatever before. She had joined so she could still do her tech stuff every day, and she liked music. Not because she was a tour band aficionado. She was starting to wonder if she should look this shit up. It would probably be smart. The tiny girl finally managed to distract herself, kicking her feet over the water. Tech or water, seemed like a weird combination but she was a weird girl so it fit her just fine, she thought anyway. And it wasn’t like there was anyone to contradict her. Like she had been thinking earlier, it wasn’t like she had any fucking friends to realize she was bizarre around. If you ignored the mushroom thing. She knew that was just plain bizarre, she just didn’t feel like working it out and getting over it just yet. That was her choice, wasn’t it? Ugh, anyway. She was sucked into the waves and the wonder they held for her. She would never get tired of watching them go in and out, never. It was calming, that was why many people had to fall asleep to the sound of a recording of it, wasn’t it? Made sense to her anyway. She was content. And relaxed and… Interrupted? Internally she groaned as she heard more footsteps on the pier. Ugh. Oh well, maybe she’d get lucky and they wouldn’t come by her. She attempted to zone back out but the footsteps getting closer proved to mean she was wrong. They would come by her, she wasn’t that lucky. For a moment, she dwelled on what she had been thinking, about having no friends and considering they’d be far enough from the water that she may need another distraction other than her tech and…She shook it off. She wouldn’t change who she was. And who she was was a bitch, so she would still be herself. That was the one rule in her household growing up. The one she was sure her parents regretted now. He asked if she minded if he joined her. For a moment, she didn’t answer. Debating how to. She could be her bitchy self or she could be indifferent. The fact that she was calm from being around the water and the waves, never mind that they were fucking cold, meant she was going to lean towards indifferent. She watched him skip the rock and nodded a bit, slightly impressed. Okay, she could play indifferent, better than being the bitch she was so damn good at being. She couldn’t help it, she had a mouth and a need to be more mature than everyone around her. It tended to get her in trouble. ”Looks like you already have” she commented, not being a bitch, not being welcoming…eh if he decided to stay he could stay. If not, she’d go back to her waves. She craned her head around to look at him, her poor neck was used to the feeling. There weren’t many people around who were shorter than her. And then she turned her attention back to the waves. She figured it was polite or whatever to actually look at a person when you talked to them. Or after. Being that she had done it after. Well, better late then never. Words?! 637 Muse?! Dying as I get sicker -_- Tagged?! Jasper
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Post by JASPER ERIK MOXIE, on Apr 18, 2011 16:49:35 GMT -5
I` D L I K E T O T H A N K T H E D E VI L
[/b] [/size] I N S I D E F O R[/b][/size] S L A M M I N G S O M A N Y D O O R S B U T I T H A N K G O D F O R O P E N I N G S O M A N Y M O R E[/font] • • • • • • • The girl seemed pretty content sitting there on the dock by herself, and at first Jasper kind of regretting disturbing her. She probably didn't appreciate it much, but he wasn't really one to judge. She was small, pretty, and didn't look like she was much into company, but hey, he could try, right? It was a pleasant change from being around the self important Go. No. Stop!
When she replied with a blank "Looks like you already have, Jasper bit his lip a little. He wasn't very good at making conversation- he was a fighter, after all. Instead he climbed up onto one of the pier pillars and sat, using his feet to post himself against the large wooden... log thing.
"Well, true. But you could always tell me to fuck off, if it suits you." he chuckled, tossing another stone.
He thought he'd seen her around the tour, but wasn't quite sure. After all, he was new and couldn't really tell who belonged where except in his own band.
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Post by isari on Apr 18, 2011 19:04:55 GMT -5
Isari blew her blond bangs out of her face with a huff, even though it didn’t work well. Besides, five seconds later the wind just blew them right back into her ice blue eyes. The tiny girl scowled at them and shook her head. Fine, just be like that. And that was when she realized she was practically talking to her bangs. Yeah, she needed to suck it up and stop being a bitch to everyone around her or she’d end up talking to herself out loud next time. But why screw years of practice? Maybe she’d just stick with being indifferent for the rest of the tour and see where that got her. Or she’d actually be friendly. Yeah that would happen when the world iced over and not a second earlier She was interrupted from her thoughts by footsteps. Which was when a dude came down to the end of the pier where she was and asked if she minded him joining her. Well, she could put her indifferent thing to the test, and also it would be easier because she was by the water. Hence why she had replied with a straight, it seemed like he already had. It wasn’t a bitchy thing, but it wasn’t very nice either. It was the best she could manage at least. It was pretty…even toned. He didn’t seem to be a creeper, at least not that she could tell, so she wouldn’t mind relaxing a bit and seeing where that got her. As long as no one tried to flirt around here she was good. And as long as no friendship bracelets or girly shit went down. That was always so stupid to the little blond… Anyway She watched him sit, craning her head again and thought about it. She could just be a bitch, he had said as much. But he didn’t seem to be an ass, and she usually managed to feel bad after bitching at people who didn’t seem mean. She shrugged one shoulder, managing a bit of a smirk. Her lips twisted up on one side slightly with it. She shook her head. ”I usually do tell people to fuck off. Feel special that I didn’t say it to you” she said, nodding a bit before turning her attention back to the water. She picked up a small stone by where she was sitting and chucked it into the water. What? It seemed like it was catching considering he kept chucking stones into the water. Another cold wind made her shrug her sweatshirt closer again. Yeah, she was totally missing Florida and its warm weather by now. But back to the dude who was sitting by her. Well, if she was going to continue on this kick…ugh. Was she going to continue on this kick? She wasn’t sure yet. She brought her hand up to brush her hair out of her face this time, knowing full well the wind would soon blow it back but oh well. She might as well…. ”I’m Isari, by the way. You got a name?” she asked, a bit of humor in her voice replacing the indifference of before. Seemed her goof of a father was in her somewhere if she could manage to be slightly friendly. And here she thought she only had her icy mother in her. Oh well. She thought she recognized him from around the tour anyway, maybe if she knew his name she’d be able to place him better somewhere. Words?! 647 Muse?! Sick, so dead slightly. Sorry! Tagged?! Jasper
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Post by JASPER ERIK MOXIE, on Apr 19, 2011 21:37:12 GMT -5
I` D L I K E T O T H A N K T H E D E VI L
[/b] [/size] I N S I D E F O R[/b][/size] S L A M M I N G S O M A N Y D O O R S B U T I T H A N K G O D F O R O P E N I N G S O M A N Y M O R E[/font] • • • • • • • "I usually do tell people to fuck off. Feel special that I didn’t say it to you,"
Jasper, oddly enough, replied with a smile. It was ironic, the fact that he had dashed out to escape his sister for a time and was now speaking to someone whose personality reflected hers immensely. Ah well, at least he was on familiar ground. Since he'd learned, like most others, to gather bees with honey as opposed to vinegar, he grinned.
"Wow, I'm honored. Really." he chuckled, casting another stone across the water. This one skipped five times and fell short; he frowned where it had sunk.
"I’m Isari, by the way. You got a name?" Jasper smiled, peering down at her though her back was turned. He'd heard the bit of warmth in her voice. Perhaps this conversation wasn't pointless after all.
"I was actually raised by wolves, so you probably wouldn't be able to pronounce my real name," he said with a straight face. "But everyone calls me Jasper."
He threw his last stone at the water and grinned, a little curious as to what her reaction would be to his interesting response. The rock skipped until Jasper couldn't count any more.
"So where have I seen you before? You look familiar."
This was true, he thought he'd remembered her blonde hair and short stature backstage, but there were so many fans out there with a similar appearance that he couldn't be sure. Might as well ask.
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Post by isari on Apr 19, 2011 23:06:20 GMT -5
Isari was slowly coming to grips with the fact that she had company. She could deal with this. She could. There was the little voice in her head saying she was a bitch and there was a reason she never had company, but she was trying to block it out. Wouldn’t do her any good to listen to that nuisance, would it? Not that she should listen to the voices in her head. Not like she had voices in her head, of course not. That would be crazy. Not like she wasn’t crazy, but the world didn’t need to know that, thank you. She could hear the humor in his voice when he said he was honored but she just nodded, making like she just knew he was supposed to be, and playing it serious. You should be” she replied. And then had a hard time keeping the smirk off her face. Okay, she may not be a people person, but at least she didn’t entirely suck at it. For the most part. As far as she could tell, she was doing better than she usually did. Usually by now the other person got offended or frustrated and left. Usually that was how Isa liked things, but right now she found herself slightly amused. Who knew? He seemed to be dealing pretty well with her slight bitch, not much of one but slight, and that made her wonder if he had dealt with it before. It wouldn’t be surprising if he was part of the tour, being that there were a lot of bitches and divas around, but she wasn’t sure of that yet, and didn’t feel like motivating herself to ask just yet. She was too busy watching him skip stones in the water and be slightly impressed. For all her skills in the waves, she couldn’t skip a stone to save her life. And he seemed to be pretty damn good at it. Cool, to say the least. She looked up at him after his answer though, with a “Really?” look on her face. The really look basically said, did you really just say that, arched eyebrow and all. He said it with such seriousness though, that the smirk broke through the really look pretty quick, but beyond that, she wasn’t entirely sure how to react to the bizarre answer. People were weird, weren’t they. ”Whatever you say, Jasper” was what she settled on, letting a laugh into her voice before she turned her attention back to the water. She may be being friendly, but she wasn’t good at keeping eye contact with people. She preferred middle distance or something else just as neutral. "So where have I seen you before? You look familiar." Well good, so she wasn’t the only one who felt that way. She nodded. ”You look familiar too…you with a band or something?” she said, answering his question without answering it. Never one to be giving or anything of the sort. Besides, she had answered it, hadn’t she? Or at least close enough.
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Post by JASPER ERIK MOXIE, on Apr 21, 2011 20:23:41 GMT -5
I` D L I K E T O T H A N K T H E D E VI L
[/b] [/size] I N S I D E F O R[/b][/size] S L A M M I N G S O M A N Y D O O R S B U T I T H A N K G O D F O R O P E N I N G S O M A N Y M O R E[/font] • • • • • • • Isari basically reacted as Jasper had predicted she would: with a snort and a dismissal. For the most part, Jasper was pretty normal. In fact, from what he'd already observed himself, he was probably one of the most sane people on the tour. Therefore, throwing in the occasional quirky remark was something he did to remind people that he wasn't just that "Karate kid" who revolved around respect and that shit all the time. Yeah, he was serious about what he did, but he wasn't a robot.
His sister had always told him that he would be a good father, marriage material and all that crap, but what was he supposed to do with that now? Jasper wondered if that was half the reason he'd come on this tour- to explore his rebellious side... if he even had one. He was distracted from his momentary lapse in attention by Isari asking if he was with a band. He smirked and shrugged.
"I wouldn't say I'm in a band," he explained, fixing his gaze on the horizon now that he had run out of things to fidget with. "My sister's in Barbie the Dyke, so I followed her out here and started running merch. Not the most exciting job but the surroundings are... interesting."
Of course, he was referring more to the people on the tour than the tour itself, but she was a smart girl. She'd be able to figure that out without him having to highlight it.
"Well, c'mon then. What about you?"
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Post by isari on Apr 25, 2011 23:45:47 GMT -5
He had asked if he knew her, she seemed familiar apparently. Honestly, Isari was surprised that anyone had noticed her. She was tiny, and the most noticeable thing about her was her mouth, which tended to get her into trouble a lot. She wasn’t a vocalist or a guitarist, she wasn’t anyone big or noteworthy. In fact, the tiny techie found she could go unnoticed quite easily if she just focused on her work and then did whatever she wanted afterwards out of the public eye that was constantly following this damn tour.
That was part of the problem though, wasn’t it? Part of the reason that she had yet to make any damn friends. She didn’t make friends well as it was, but she wasn’t helping herself being unnoticed or tempermental. In fact, it wasn’t helping her at all, it was probably hindering her. Fuck. Like she had been thinking earlier, maybe she should just try to be nicer. She nearly snorted. Yeah, and maybe pigs would fly out of the ocean, do loop-de-loops and fly away. Duh.
She had asked if he was in a band, and was waitng for an answer, nodding when she did get it. She laughed a little at what he said. Interesting was an understatement. There always seemed to be drama or something of the sort flying around. Someone was fucking someone they weren’t supposed to, someone was on drugs. She nodded a bit. Merch, huh? ”Gotta agree” she said to the interesting comment. She wouldn’t do Merch herself, like he said, it didn’t sound all that interesting to her. She wondered who his sister was, but not enough to ask.
Well, at least she knew where she had seen him around, he was on the tour as well. That made sense to her. She hadn’t realized she hadn’t shared her own side of the tale, like the bitch that she truly was, until he asked what about her. She grinned a bit, actually turning to look at him, whether or not he was looking at her she didn’t care. An arched brow settled onto her features. ”Well darn, you caught me, I was gonna try and get away with not saying anything about me” she said sarcastically. Though, she probably wouldn’t have shared if he hadn’t asked. Not because she didn’t want to share, but because she didn’t care enough to all the time.
”I am a humble techie. Sue the Lawyer” She said, just giving the bare bones before she figured it was rude to say nothing at all. ”Just joined up with them, so I’m still trying to get used to the ins and outs of the whole tour scene, but I’ve been working on a computer since the day I was born” She continued, smirk still in place. It wasn’t exactly true, but close enough. There, that was nicer wasn’t it? She wasn’t sure. She had never tried to be nicer before, this was a first for her. She hated coming to terms with firsts.
But her mind went back to something from earlier. Something that might make her a bit nicer, because it wasn’t a personal topic. She was trying hard not to be a snappy bitch like she always was. Not that she was doing the most steller job of it, but she was trying. And that was better than nothing if you asked her. ”Hey, if I find the right fucking rocks, would you teach me how to skip em? Lived by the water my whole life and never learned” she asked, shrugging a bit. No big if he said no, she was just curious.
[[I'll make it pretty later!]]
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