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[kaige]

A cigarette in hand and a cocky smile had Diego Kaige Monroe perfectly content with where he was right now. Except well, he was perfectly content with what was in his hand. If he said he was perfectly content with where he was then that would of been a pretty damn good lie. Considering he was at the hospital...Out of all places why you may ask? Poor Diego had passed out again from lack of nutrition and drug usage. Nutrition being the main reason for the reason he was here. But that didn't really matter. The drugs helped it. The massive hang over didn't help either but eh what could he do with that. He had no clue. He wasn't feeling so hot right now though, but the cigarette was helping. Keeping him overnight annoyed him. The doctors told him he needed help. But he was stubborn and barely listened to them. He just sighed and took a drag off of the cancer stick and stood outside against the walls. Well, now he needed to get out of here. He would be feeling much much better if he was drinking on the bus. He wanted a beer in his hand or something. Her looked down at his arms, track marks made their way up them. Ew, he should probably take care of those.

Most likely he wouldn't even attempt to when he got back. His mind was already preoccupied with certain things like how much alcohol he needed and should he practice for the show? Shouldn't he call his little sister and brother too? No, they wouldn't want to hear from him. He disappointed them enough, leaving them along with their devil of a mother and their nice step-father. Well, at least the step-father cared about them. He doubted that they missed him. He was gone for several years of their life, pretending he was dead and now here he was, alive and well...sorta well. He didn't care though, as long as someone was not following him and he wasn't being held up for some old crime that he committed with his gang, well then he was fine. He didn't care. Diego was never that much of a person who cared. He missed them though, and that was the only thing he truly cared about next to his drugs, music, alcohol and cigarettes. Great priorities right? Right. Oh well, he walked out to the parking lot and whipped out his handy dandy phone. Posting a note on twitter asking for someone to pick him up from the damn hospital then sending a text to everyone in his contacts book to come pick him up too. Hopefully, he would get some response soon.


If he didn't then it looked like he was walking. Oh, that was always fun. He wasn't suppose to lose anymore weight and then they were making him walk. Shouldn't they have some taxi service or something. The male snorted and ran a hand through his brown hair and groaned as he walked towards a bench and sat down. Any minute now, he would receive a text right? Right. But really, where were his band mates. . He just wanted to get out of here. Hopefully that would happen soon. But who the hell knew? He could be stuck there for hours. Quickly deciding after he finished his cigarette he would walk to the nearest super market or store and buy beer and finding a way back to the venue unless someone texted him or came to pick him up. Yeah, that'd work.

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INSPIRATION! The Killers
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LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[VENOM DIMINUENDO,]

Venom was sat on the tour bus alone. Usually he liked to be there with Lucky having sex on other people's bunks, or just watching Lucky doing something or holding him, but right now he didn't. Everyone else would be around the venue having fun, savoring the few moments we had of spare time rather than playing on stage or rehearsing.

But Venom wasn't. He held a small knife in his hand and was balancing it by the point on his wrist, right on top of a vein. He was pondering cutting into it, exactly along the vein so that all of his blood would spill, leaving him dead and alone on the floor. But he knew that he couldn't do that for Lucky's sake, and the sake of his fans. For the first time in his life, he held a knife in his hands and was thinking of somebody other than himself.

He'd just cut his wrists a little to feed his addiction. Just as Venom pressed the knife against his wrist, drawing the tiniest amount of blood, his phone beeped. He didn't even realize that it still worked. Regardless, he picked it up and read the message. It was from Diego, asking to be picked up. He would have replied had he had some credit on his phone, but he didn't. Neither did he have a car..

But he wanted something to do, and as if by chance, somebody that he knew was stood right by their car. Venom quickly asked them if he could borrow it, and handed them a couple of vodka bottles in return. He always seemed to give and take the stuff anyway, so it didn't matter much to him.

He pulled in to the hospital, and sure enough, Diego was stood there, cigarette in hand, looking rather forlorn. Venom killed the engine and hopped out to go over o Diego.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked, no real concern in his voice, though he was actually fairly worried about what could have happened to Diego.

He didn't look particularly healthy - but then when did he ever look healthy? Even so, he looked worse than usual. It was a wonder he didn't have something seriously wrong with him from all of the smoking and drinking. It was a wonder that Venom didn't have something seriously wrong with him too, and everyone else on tour. Though of course, Brodee had been diagnosed with cancer, but that was better now after the operation, or so Venom thought. It wasn't as though he knew every detail about Brodee's life. They weren't exactly best buddies.

"I hate this place," he said with distaste as he looked around. "It's so clean and controlled."

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notes: sorry it's short. i seem to have forgotten how to post..

[kaige]

Diego was well, almost finished with his ciggarette and almost finished with waiting to see one familiar face or something like that. He let out a loud groan. Why couldn't he just stop? Diego never could stop. He had to go all the way, it was his mentality. He couldn't do something once he had to do it again and again. Shaking the bangs from his eyes he was taking a few last drags of the ciggarette when a car pulled up. He lifted a eyebrow, taking the last drag and throwing it to the pavement, crushing it with the toe of his sneaker. He yawned, hoping that noone was going to strangle him for ending up at the hospital again. He had only done it twice so far but he wouldn't be surprised if it happened again. He had no control, no subconscious or tiny voice that whispered ' too far Diego you're going too fucking far right now' yeah that probably only existed when he was hallucinating. Which reminded to get something good soon because he felt like tripping out. He was glad that due to his past he could probably get anyone drugs so far. Not that he dealt them, hell no he kept them to himself. He was selfish when it came to certain types of drugs and he didn't want many people to know about his addiction even though he was prety sure that there was plenty of people on tour who did drugs though. He knew he wasn't the only one but he hated to get into other people's buisness. He learned pretty well that butting into people's lives often ended in a fight or some kind of attatchment  

 "what the fuck are you doing here?" well, looked like one of his band mates seemed to get a car and pick him up. "Partied a little too hard last night" he said looking up at Venom with a innocent smile. Honestly, he was unsure if he had told the band about how hospitals seemed to be common for someone like him. He was in and out of the before he joined the band. He really never went into his life, he hoped that he didn't blurt it all out when he was drunk around them. Then again Diego wasn't always the best at keeping secrets. He looked down and ripped off the bandage that held the gauze onto the spot where they slipped in a iv into his veins and tossed in the trash, wincing slightly at the sting if the tape coming off. You'd figure that they have some kind of nonstick tape but no. 

"I hate this place so clean and controlled" Diego couldn't help but snort loudly. "I've been in my fair share of these..." He stared at the buildings that cluttered together, the distant sound of a ambulance siren made Diego wonder if anyone died. " So, I'm guessing noone noticed I disappeared this morning right?" they were probably use to him being out and about. Never coming back until last minute when Diego bolted inside huffing and puffing.  "Some of them aren't that clean though. I mean they are clean up to health inspection standards...but it just matters which one you go to" he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the carton of cigarettes holding one out to Venom. " We should go, stop at a market, pick up some beer maybe I'll buy you a bottle of Jack or something" He shrugged his thin shoulders. He might as well since Venom picked him up.
 

WORDS! 5 something
STATUS! complete 
TAGS! venom
NOTES! tis fine
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[VENOM DIMINUENDO,]

"Partied a little too hard last night," said Diego, pulling a bandage off his arm.

It was the same old story. Everybody on tour was always partying too hard. They were always on drugs, or drunk or something. Yes, Venom spent a lot of his time wasted and stoned, but recently he'd been doing it less since he had Lucky to make up for it. He had that self-control that everybody needed so badly. In fact, Lucky had passed out while they were having sex the other day, which was the most annoying thing ever. If Lucky wasn't even enjoying sex enough to stay conscious then obviously he didn't love him that much. But Venom was always thinking about Lucky and he didn't really want to right now.. although he inevitably would.

"I've been in my fair share of these...." he said, looking around the building. Once again, something that everybody had done. Particularly Roxie, Sonny and Brodee recently. Venom probably should have gone to hospital when he slit his wrists, since he'd felt like he was about to pass out at that point, but in the end it wasn't exactly needed, and he pretended that he was fine. He also remembered the time that Lucky had overdosed, and how scared he had been then. Lucky hadn't gone to the hospital because of fear of getting arrested. Everything always turned out fine, so why was a hospital needed?

"Yeah, good luck if you meet anybody on this shitty tour that hasn't."

" So I'm guessing no one noticed I disappeared this morning, right?"

Venom shook his head. "You're not that special, man. Nobody on our bus really gives a shit about where everyone else is. I care where Lucky is, and Brodee cares where his reflection is, that's about as affectionate as it gets."

"Some of them aren't that clean though. I mean they are clean up to health inspection standards...but it just matters which one you go to." Venom took the cigarette that Diego offered to him, lit it, and took a long, much-needed drag. "We should go stop at a market, pick up some beer. Maybe I'll buy you a bottle of Jack or something."

Venom nodded, not responding with words because of the cigarette in his mouth. He walked over to the car, having to think a while to remember which it is. "Before you ask, no, I do not own this car, I'm broke as fuck. Just get in." Venom hopped in the car and slammed the door behind him.

He opened a window to let some of the cigarette smoke out of the window, feeling that since it wasn't his car he owed them that much. The car did already smell strongly of weed, but he didn't want to add to that. "Oh, hey, I just remembered something important we tell all new band members. Well, no, not all new band members.. you would be the first I've told." Venom held the cigarette between his lips and started the ignition. "Me and Lucky like to fuck in your bunk, it's the comfiest. So you'd probably just be better off sleeping on the floor. I'd offer you my bunk, but it's covered in black paint. I'd offer you Lucky's, but he wants his, and I want it to smell like him still. Oh, and we fuck there to. Actually, we fuck everywhere. Get a girlfriend, then you can sleep in her bunk." He chuckled as he waited for Diego's reaction. Venom wondered if he'd be as whiny and annoying as Carver had been.

He did miss Carver. The guy was one of Venom's best friends. He wished he could be back, but that was impossible, so he didn't bother dwelling on it. Some day, he'd be back, and the band would be back to normal again. If Diego turned out to be a cunt like Sonny they could kick him out and get Carver back.

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muse: good
tagged: diego
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notes: less muse.. longer post. weird. xD

[kaige]

Diego was pretty sure he didn't need to be at the hospital any longer than he was. It was just bringing back old memories. Taking out his phone, he scrolled through contacts and sighed. He had kept some connections in L.A, so he could have at least some sort of reassurance his mother hadn't killed his siblings or anybody else. His finger hovered over the call button to his cousin, but he knocked the thought out of his mind and stuck it back into his pocket. "Yeah, good luck if you meet anybody on this shitty tour that hasn't." He looked back up at Venom. He had only joined Go. No. Stop after their old guitarist dropped, he was the new guy. He was use to being the new guy though. He had quit his old band for this. He felt like he didn't make a mistake though. The other band was starting to get on his nerves, even though he had been working with them for a year. Diego had to be able to handle people before he wanted to be stuck on a bus with them for a few months or a year at a time. Otherwise, things might just take a turn for the worse, but no one in Go. No. Stop. really pissed him off. Which was a good thing. Maybe it was because, he kinda kept to himself for the most part. He hadn't really sunk into the band. "I'm guessing there's a few trips to the hospital...." He stated, more to himself than to Venom. Diego had a habit of thinking outloud, sure, he did talk to himself. That's not a shocker. Most of the time, you'd find the abnormally short man just discussing anything to himself. It was weird, yet it didn't bother him. He was some what convinced he wasn't right up there in the head. He was assuming he was right. 

You're not that special, man. Nobody on our bus really gives a shit about where everyone else is. I care where Lucky is, and Brodee cares where his reflection is, that's about as affectionate as it gets." Oh well thank god, at least they weren't going to be on his back about disappearing. "Good...actually. That's how I like it." He said with a shrug of his shoulders. He was the type of person to turn up when he was needed. He was like Mick Mars, there for recording and for playing. It was his type of thing. He didn't know how the band would feel about that, but so far they didn't seem to care all that much. So, in that case. Diego wasn't going to be a bitch to anyone. He wasn't normally a bitch unless someone pissed him off and that would be probably by taking his cigarettes, alcohol or drugs. That was Diego's main concerns. Then it was music and people he liked after that. But he was always a selfish person, thinking about his needs or himself first. ' At least I'm not like the old Diego.' he thought to himself, clearly hoping he would never revert back to his old ways where everything was just steadily going downhill for him. Now, it seemed to be uphill.

Diego pulled out his wallet, if they were going to buy more alcohol, he needed to check his funds and upon seeing a good amount of cash in his pocket. He was pretty excited by the idea. ""Before you ask, no, I do not own this car, I'm broke as fuck. Just get in." " Diego shrugged and got into the passengar seat. He really didn't care how Venom got the car, he just care that he did get a car to pick his ass up. He learned to never ask any questions, just take risks. Probably not the best way to go about life but he wasn't dead yet, a shocker to some people. Well, he was 'dead' according to some people. But he didn't want to think about that right now. "Whoever you got this from has nice taste in cars." He said, inspecting the dashboard. He was a car guy, no doubt. Stealing them had become his thing. Taking a drag off of the cigarette, he mimicked Venom and also rolled down his window. The odor of weed filled his nose and he was craving for some of his own, he didn't have any on him and if he did he was sure he would of gotten in trouble at the hospital.

"Oh, hey, I just remembered something important we tell all new band members. Well, no, not all new band members.. you would be the first I've told.Me and Lucky like to fuck in your bunk, it's the comfiest. So you'd probably just be better off sleeping on the floor. I'd offer you my bunk, but it's covered in black paint. I'd offer you Lucky's, but he wants his, and I want it to smell like him still. Oh, and we fuck there to. Actually, we fuck everywhere. Get a girlfriend, then you can sleep in her bunk." The poor boy could only stare at Venom. Diego raised a eyebrow, shaking his head and taking another drag. "Thanks for the warning. I guess I'll take the roof or the floor. Always had more fun on floors anyways." He shrugged. The fact that Diego didn't care was probably because, he just didn't. Most guys would freak the fuck out, but he could remember when he was in other bands and fucked on their bunks. It simply didn't bother him. "As long as you don't steal my alcohol, drugs and cigarettes I'm fine." He said with a shrug. "Of course, if you fuck while I'm on the bus and make it loud. I may have to interrupt to run off screaming. Just saying, other than that have a ball." He flicked the ashes outside of the window and grinned at Venom.

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STATUS! complete 
TAGS! venom
NOTES! tis fine
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[VENOM DIMINUENDO,]

He put the car into gear and started the engine, then began to start driving. "You wanna go buy alcohol, right...? So... fuck, I don't know where I'm going," he said as he began to turn the corner. They were in Maine; Venom had never been there before, so didn't know his way around. All of the moving around on the bus all of the time didn't help, either. He never could get used to a place.

"Whoever you got this from has nice taste in cars."

Venom shrugged, and nodded. He wasn't a huge fan of cars, unlike most guys. The only car he was interested in was the Batmobile, so until he found that, no car would be good enough for him. "It's alright, I guess. Not exactly the place for a 'Caped Crusader' and his side-kick like you and me, though, is it, Rob?" He hoped that Diego knew something about Batman, otherwise he wouldn't understand what Venom had said at all. Then again, most people on tour weren't comic book nerds like Ven....

"Thanks for the warning. I guess I'll take the roof or the floor. Always had more fun on floors anyways."

Venom was surprised that Diego wasn't creeped out. He was also thankful, in a way. But on the other hand, he did love to piss off his band mates by having really loud sex. He also thought that Lucky preferred it that way.

"As long as you don't steal my alcohol, drugs and cigarettes I'm fine." Venom chuckled. It was pretty likely that somebody would take his alcohol and drugs at some point on tour. Venom always found that his weed went miss, not matter how hard he tried to find it. There was a time that he'd always have a bottle of vodka on him, but since people kept taking it he didn't anymore. He was pretty sure that Lucky was the one to take it though, which is why he didn't get too mad about it. "Of course, if you fuck while I'm on the bus and make it loud, I may have to interrupt to run off screaming. Just saying, other than that have a ball."

"We do fuck loud, all the time. You'll have to experience it at some point. Get used to seeing me naked." Venom laughed, a smirk playing at his lips, and tapped some of the ash from his cigarette out the window, taking another drag as he steered the car with one hand.

He continued down a road that looked pretty promising. He sort of recognized some areas from when he'd gone out on a few occasions, but he hadn't been in a car any of those times, so it was hard to get his bearings. He turned down a street and was relieved to see a store that looked as though it'd sell alcohol and the like. He pulled into a car park that was very small and run-down, with litter and smashed bottled everywhere.

"Lovely spot," he observed, looking around and getting out of the car. "At least I found my way here. I thought we'd end up in Vermont or something...." He was pretty sure they were near Vermont, anyway... Venom sucked at geography, and pretty much every other topic he'd done at school.

He stalked over to the door and pushed it open. It was even smaller inside than it looked from the outside. A light was flickering, and all of the shelves were packed tightly together. The guy at the cashier was covered in tattoos and had one lip piercing on the same side that Venom had it. Ven and the cashier were pretty alike, actually, save for the fact that the guy at the cashier had slightly shorter hair and didn't have black paint all over his body.

Ven turned back to Diego. He didn't really want anything from the store, so he'd just let Diego buy whatever he wanted and then leave. "Hurry up," he said, and then turned back to look behind the counter. It was lined with cigarettes. He pondered for a while before deciding that he wanted to buy a pack. He was running low, and the craving had suddenly been heightened.

"Twenty pack of the cheapest cigarettes you got," he requested, and then pulled ten dollars from his pocket and placed it on the counter as the guy took a pack and handed it to Venom before cashing the money. Ven slipped it into his pocket and then went back over to Diego.

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notes: my muse is returning again now. :3 yaaaayz.

[kaige]

"You wanna go buy alcohol, right...? So... fuck, I don't know where I'm going,"
Diego nodded his head. Alcohol was a key part in Diego's small diet of well...no one knew. Diego barely at, it was a wonder that he hasn't just drop dead from exhaustion. Then again, he was one of the luckiest motherfuckers he knew. Nothing really got him and it was amazing, it gave him the mentality that he could do anything, except Diego didn't really decide to take risks, he had decided he took enough of them when he was younger. He pushed the thoughts of his old days into the back of his mind where they stayed hidden away from the world. He had done so much to hide his whole history. He knew that some people thought he was dead, but he would never tell the band that at all. "I know, I thought you know, I could walk out of the hospital and find a liquor store or something...but I guess I can't since I don't know where the fuck I'm going here." He said, looking out the window and just shaking his head. Diego really didn't know Maine to well, he had stopped there probably once or twice with some other bands but other than that. He never really explored the place.

"It's alright, I guess. Not exactly the place for a 'Caped Crusader' and his side-kick like you and me, though, is it, Rob?" Raising a eyebrow, he just shook his head, his dark hair swishing into his eyes. Everybody told him it was time to cut it but he refused, people loved his long hair or so he thought, he could possibly just deluding himself and he actually looked horrible with it. Though, if he cut it all off he'd probably feel naked without it. So the he was dead against cutting his hair for that entire reason. "Only if we get to use those cool ninja star things Batman." He smiled at Venom and laughed a little, glad that someone had some interests in comic books. Diego had read his fair share when he use to skip school and go to the public library, who knew that the boy would rather read than be out gallivanting around Hollywood. He did that enough after school, Diego always thought the library offered him some peace and quiet. Something he never got at home or with friends.

"Lovely spot," Diego snorted, looking around. It was trashed but the store obviously sold alcohol and that was good enough for him, he think it would good enough for any alcohol. He wished they had the good stuff though. ' "At least I found my way here. I thought we'd end up in Vermont or something...." Die nodded, that is true. He didn't want to turn up in Vermont...He never been there and stuff, but he didn't feel like visiting another state or getting lost. "Well, at least this place looks promising." He mumbled, getting out of the car and closing the door.

Within the next few minutes of walking into the store. Diego felt like a little fat kid at a candy shop. Except he was a skinny kid at a alcohol store...and he wasn't really a kid. He took a glance at the cashier and then to Venom. "Hurry up" With a nod, he walked down the aisles, grabbing a bottle of cheap tequila, two bottles of jack, one for Venom since he did promise and then saw a cart out of the corner of his eye, placing the alcohol in it and rolling it down the aisles, he grabbed two twenty four packs of Coronas and two bottles of vodka with a pack of redbull. He was done, he was good. He looked over at Venom and grinned. "Well, I'm done." He said as he pushed the cart to the front and unloaded, getting out his wallet. He was ready to get the fuck out of there and back to the bus.

WORDS! 704STATUS! complete 
TAGS! venom
NOTES! this suckedd
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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