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Post by silva on May 7, 2011 20:51:17 GMT -5
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It was one of those late afternoons when Lynx had decided to roll out of her bunk. She ran a hand through her brown hair as she stood up at her full five foot three inches. That was without heels though.With heels well, it varied. Sighing to herself she made her way into the back where her bag was. Her bag as in...the trunk with Misfit and Anti-Flag stickers all over it. Her punk rocker of a brother gave it to her before she left for tour. She missed him a bit. Poor Ronnie, he was probably confused where she was. He was better off though, couldn't handle her violence. She cracked a smile as she shook her head, pulling out a tank top from the trunk and a pair of skinny jeans. She contemplated onflats but took out a pair of heels with zebra stripes that matched her black and white tank top.. Slipping the shirt over head and the jeans over her small legs she walked around the bus till she found her makeup.
Walking into the tiny bus bathroom she leaned across the counter to fish out her make up bag and took out her big container of bright eyeshadow. She outlined her eyes with a small amount of black eyeliner first then some smokey grey and started applying mascara to her lashes, which were pretty long as it was.. Yawning slightly she sprayed some hello kitty glitter body spray on and found her bracelets, slipping them over her wrist as she put in her earrings and her ring on. Running a brush through her hair and packing everything up, Lynx knew it was time for to go out and do something.
Sure, she would be pretty comfortable just staying inside the bus but hell, it was sunny out. She grabbed her sunglasses from the counter. She stuffed her phone into her small pocket book and shoved the bus door open, making her way out of the parking lot and towards the merch tables. Deciding to hang out with the merch kids for a while. Usually, Lynx would be moving equipment or reading, or smoking something, but being stuck in a bus sometimes made her a bit clausterphobic. Making her way to Luster Purge's merch table she sat down on one of the chairs and looked at the people who were walking by. Today was going to be long.
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WORDS - idk
NOTES - hayy
TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by JUSTYN EMIL THEROUX, on Jun 24, 2011 14:51:42 GMT -5
 expect me I ducked
every model when they came
they be hittin' my line
& I just let it ring Justyn was shot awake by the sound of his phone ringing. He nearly jumped right out of his sleep, groaning and rubbing his hand over his face. Like always, it took him a second to process where he was, a he rarely ever woke up where he last remembered. Hung over, and head pounding, he turned over in bed grabbing his phone off the floor. 1 new text. And as usual it was a number he didn’t recognize. “Hey baby, last night was crazy…definitely not walking for a couple of days ; ) Can’t wait to do it again!” He just laughed to himself, tossing his phone back on the ground with no intention of returning the text.
Now to assess the situation. First and foremost he peeked under the covers. Boxers: yes. Pants: no. He looked around him as bits and pieces of memory came back. He and some of the guys had rented a motel room last night about a block away from the venue. There was a hole in the wall in front of him, the television was tipped on its front, and there were a few unidentifiable stains on the carpet that Justyn didn’t care enough to try and identify. He rolled out of bed scratching his shoulder and looking around for his clothes. After a moment of haphazard searching he recovered his clothes from the still ceiling fan blades. There were a few indisposed boys and girls propped up against walls, passed out in chairs, and asleep on couches throughout the room still. Justyn shrugged it off and made his way to the bathroom, only to find a scantily clad young groupie passed out in front of the toilet. He leaned down, gave her ass and playful slap, and hopped in the shower. Part way through his shower he heard her stir and exit the bathroom, knocking into the wall on her way out. He got out of the shower, bathroom all to himself now, and got himself ready for another reckless day. Before heading out the door he turned around to take one last look at the damage. It’s was pretty fucked up. He shrugged it off. Someone else can pay for that. Lighting up a cigarette he made that walk back to lot.
Just as he was coming up to the merch tents he saw Lynx. Now if there was one girl on the whole tour Justyn would stop at nothing to get a hold of it was Lynx. Some of the other guys in the band were full of it, but Justyn was above sleeping with the staff. However, Lynx was a different sort of conquest. She was tiny, but the girl was a firecracker. Often times she was standoffish, sarcastic, and biting. To put it bluntly she was bitch. But that only made Justyn try harder. And aside from being a bitch she was hot, and Justyn wasn’t about to just let her off the hook.
Taking the last drag from his cigarette he tossed it to into the lot and walked straight up to the table she had taken a seat at, smiling at her. “So what, you been avoiding me lately?”
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