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Post by ria on May 10, 2011 14:18:53 GMT -5
  Every once in a while, people tended to meet someone who they thought was a little off their rocker. Just a tad bit insane. For most people, Ariana Luna Nymph was that person. And she completely embraced that person. She was a tad bit insane, but she was happy to be so and she didn’t get why people thought it was such a bad thing. When she lived her life the way that she did, she found herself as a very happy child, not a care in the world, no stress. She just could chill and live the way she wanted to life rather than the way she was expected to. She was very much so a free spirit.
She knew that people weren’t staring at the bizarre outfit today, mainly because she wasn’t in one. She was in something much more laid back than she usually allowed herself to be in. Gray jeans that were bleached white in splatters, a long black tank top and an even longer white black and pink plaid over shirt that was covered in white paint splatters covered the wacky child’s tiny body. She thought it was much more normal than her usual vibrant colors and poofy skirts, well, if you ignored the dinosaur hanging from the nuse around her neck. That was a tad bit bizarre, even she could admit to that. Maybe that was why she was getting all the stares now. Huh, hadn’t they ever seen a dino on a nuse before? She had to teach it who was boss somehow! That made her giggle again outloud, not caring who thought she was slightly insane for it.
Maybe it was the fact that she had her giant headphones on as per usual and was bouncing around doing her crazy little happy dance around the venue that was catching attention. Or it could just be that she was an epic guitarist and deserved the stares. Ria stopped and snorted at that one. Yeah, fucking, right. She never let shit like that get to her head. Besides, she wasn’t in the most populated place, and no one was playing around her as far as she knew unless she missed the memo somewhere. She might have, it was possible after all. Psychos did screw up from time to time. She knew she was supposed to be all innocent, but hey, people mistook happy for innocent all the time, hence how she had gotten away with it so far for so long. She was good at hiding her crazy in plain sight.
She shrugged and went back to her odd skipping meandering through the venue. She was bored. Should she be working on new riffs? Probably. Did she ever do what she was supposed to unless she wanted to? Never. So instead she had left the bus, without her guitar for once, and started to meander about in search of something amusing to do. So far nothing had caught her attention and it was enough to make the usually happy perky girl pout. Humph, well, she would just have to make her own amusement or something. It seemed odd to her because as far as she could tell, there was always something strange and amusing going on around here. She was pretty sure she just had yet to find it. But she intended to not keep it that way for long. She would find something to entertain herself.
For at least a minute before she got bored again and wandered off again. She had the attention span of a goldfish and it tended to take a lot of crazy shit to keep her attention. Usually parties did it best, but she didn’t see a party around here sadly. Maybe later tonight she would hit one, but it was the middle of the day, and she didn’t see many going on right now. Maybe later. Until then she would happily bounce around with herself around the venue, her music turned up loud and her giant lime green headphones blocking ou the rest of the world. She had a tendency to do that as often as was possible, because she was a space case mostly.
However, this was probably how the tiny blonde with her blue bangs had managed to bang smack dab into someone else and stumble back. Oof. She hadn’t been expecting that one at all, but she knew it was her own damn fault that it happened. She shook her head. ”Sorry dude, my error. Wasn’t paying attention” she said without looking up, brushing off her pants instead and sliding her headphones off her ears so she could actually hear if she got a reply or not to her apology for being a spaced out punk.
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Post by cmifsud on May 21, 2011 12:55:17 GMT -5
 TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N GBUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET MEEVERYBODY HAS THOSE DAYS;
the days where you just can't seem to focus on now. Where your mind is just fixed on a certain point in time. A certain part of the past. Today was one of those days for Corey. She was sitting in the grass, her legs crossed "indian style." Her back hunched over slightly as she stared blankly at what she held in front of her. In her palm, she clasped a faded hackey sack. Her fingers traced along the tight, crocheted knitting. They stopped to caress what was once a hole, which was crudely stitched up by a thread that nowhere near matches the rest of the sack.
THIS SACK BROUGHT HER BACK HOME. Not home as in that boring old farm town. But back at school, with the ones she loved. Sitting here with that worn hack, she was taken back to that time. Where she was the only girl in a group of ten guys, kicking it back and forth outside their crappy dorm. Times were simpler. Too bad she fucked it all up.
Enough of this nostalgia crap. Corey stood up from the grass and tossed the sack up in the air. As it fell, she kicked it back up with the inside of the instep of her right foot. As it came back up in the air, it flew a little too close to her. So she bounced it off of her chest, back into range. This time, Corey hit it with her left knee, but a little too hard. The hack went flying behind her and soared right past Ariana, the guitarist of Baby Circus, the band Corey's with. "Sorry!" she called as she jogged over to her.
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words 466
lyrics your bird can sing by the beatles
notes first thread =)
credits this was made by brooke !
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Post by ria on May 22, 2011 20:30:39 GMT -5
Ria couldn’t believe she had been so deep in her own music and her own little spastic dancing. Well, okay, yeah she could. Honestly, she couldn’t think of a time when she wasn’t doing something spastic and losing track of the people around her. One time, someone had to go find her because she had done it long enough to get lost. Without her phone. She was a space case, but she was a happy one and people seemed to like her for it. Probably without intending to like her for it, but laughter is infectious and Ria? Ria laughed a lot. So how could she not be amusing to be around?
That was her logic anyway.
Plus, in her head, Hate was overrated.
Anyway, she had managed to be enough of a space cadet that she had totally bumped into some poor dude. She pulled out her headphone and apologized, because she knew how to be polite too. Being raised on the road did not under any circumstances mean she had been raised without manners. No, no, no. The opposite in fact, her mother had been very insistant on Ria being a polite little child, so she was. Just insane to boot.
”Oh no, no it’s fine” said a slightly flustered dude with a grin. He was totally going to be angry, she could tell, but her face tended to inspire otherwise. It was the whole being in a band shit if you asked her. Whatever, if it meant she got away with shit, it meant she liked it. She gave her signature happy, good girl smile, curtseyed because she was a strange little one, and was used to wearing skirts—which she wasn’t at the moment, oh well—and skipped right back off on her merry way, headphones going back on to drown out the world and let her skip around like the happy child she was.
She started pulling the blue bangs from her blonde hair, they got kinda intermixed a lot but that happened because she did the dying herself rather than let it be done professionally. Mostly because she liked the wacky, home made look of it. Made it look more…like Ria. She grinned and continued on her merry way, making a note to herself to wash her skirts. Pants were not as much fun to spin around in, no sir. This needed to be remedied as soon as possible. Though, considering the fact that it was a little bit nippy out, the pants were probably better.
Probably anyway.
And then something soared past her head. Ariana froze entirely and blinked. What…was that. She had no effing clue. And because of that she stopped her music and pulled out the headphones, turning as if that would magically produce the offender. And then she found it, a hacky sack. She laughed a bit and plucked it up just as a girl came over saying sorry. She looked up and knew she recognized the girl, considering she was with the same band, but for the fucking life of her the name was taking too long to come to memory. That was Ria’s own damn issue though, she forgot names. A lot. Hence why most people that she talked to just became “dude” or “chick” and she made it sound like she called them that for her own enjoyment. Not because she had forgotten their name.
”No error!” she called back with a grin, waiting til she got over to where Ria was still standing to hand over the hacky sack that had made her spaz out so spectacularily. She hadn’t been expecting it, it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t every day things came flying at her head. Only when she inspired people to chuck things at her. Which was about every other day. She laughed a bit at her own mental joke, not realizing how weird it may look. Ria was an odd ball sometimes. Came from having a mother or father smoking some form of drug around her since she was four.
And then she remembered the name and the grin on her face widened. ”It’s Corey, right? Sorry, I’m a space cadet with names” she said, bonking herself on the side of her head lightly with the heel of her hand. She kept the smile present as she waited for an answer.
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Post by cmifsud on May 24, 2011 22:24:25 GMT -5
TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N GBUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME No error? Hm, that was sort of a weird thing to say. After a few moments of conversation with this girl, Corey could tell that she was a little bit out there. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't care. In fact, she'd probably embrace it and admire the girl's individuality. Unfortunately, today wasn't the case. Not only was Corey hungover as fuck, but she was also coming down off of an acid trip. So Ariana was a lot to handle right now.
Holding out her hand to take the hackey sack, Corey bit her lip trying to remember the girl's name. She knew she should know it, she's the fucking guitarist for crying out loud. Here's the thing, Corey wasn't exactly too much of a fan of Baby Circus. The girls were cool and all, and their music was pretty good. It's just, Corey doesn't exactly fit the model for Baby Circus girls. She's done molly while the band was occupied at shows, and has to hide half of the shit she has from these girls. It's not that they'd necessarily have a problem with it, she just didn't want to create an issue.
All of that being said, Corey wasn't exactly close to her band. She had more friends outside of Baby Circus, then she did in it. So, not knowing the guitarist's name? Totally excusable, right? Eh, probably not. Fuck. She had to remember that damn name.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry, I totally forgot yours. I'm still pretty new to all this," Corey said apologetically as she scratched her head. Crap, she felt like a total douche. The effects of the trip were still wearing off, and this chick's blue bangs and necklace were seriously tweaking her out. "Um again, sorry," she rambled as she tried to feel like less of an ass.
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outfit www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=31721030
words 466
lyrics your bird can sing by the beatles
notes first thread =)
credits this was made by brooke !
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