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Post by VENOM DIMINUENDO, on Dec 23, 2010 10:23:43 GMT -5
It was a pretty sunny day for winter, but they icy cold winds still bit at Venom's bare arms. He should've worn his leather jacket, but he didn't think of that when he got dressed. He'd been sleeping on the ground all night anyway. How he got there, he was unsure, but he's probably drunk too much and passed out before he could reach somewhere warm to sleep. He had a cut all up his arm which would probably get infected from the black paint that would inevitably pollute his blood. Another reason why he should dress sensibly and stop with the make up.
He shook out his arms and legs, and stood up. He felt like shit, and had a killer head ache. He needed to sit down. He looked around and saw that there was a bus with the door still open, and he went and sat on the step leading into the bus. Pulling a lighter from his pocket, Venom sparked up, and breathed in the familiar smokes of weed. His tongue felt scratchy and dry after the first puff, and the world felt strange once again. The head ache didn't go away, but at least there was something good for him to focus on.
There were only a few people walking around, usually in groups. It must only be 5am, so everybody was probably returning home from a night out. Or they just wake up retardedly early. Like, old people and stuff.. He wanted somebody to talk to, anyway. The night was ending, and it should end well. Hopefully a drunk, horny girl would come up to him and he could vent out all of his emotions on her.
He looked up to the sky, and began counting the stars, wasting away the time as he puffed silently on his spliff. The moon was bright, and not quite full. It was the only source of light apart from the odd dim, orangey street lamp, and Venom would probably just blend into the night with his black clothes. Nobody was going to come and find him, he didn't know why he was bothering to wait. But he did, all the same. Weed could be his only friend, if needs be.
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Post by ashy on Dec 24, 2010 12:31:57 GMT -5
It was cold out and yet Carver was dragging his leather jacket behind him, a half empty bottle of beer in his other hand. He had no clue what time it was nor when he had started the night. All he knew was that he was bored and tired. Depending on if he found a person or passed out first chose which he'd be taking care of. Then again there weren't many people out so finding somewhere to crash for the night would be a good idea.
He stopped walkingg and looked down at his wrist to check the time though his watch wasn't there and the watch tattoo on his other wrist wasn't very useful for telling the tiime except two times a day. He highly doubted either of those times was now. He drank the rest of his beer and sighed, watching a couple people walk past. His pace slowed, getting tired of just wandering around. At least he was by the buses and could just crash in the band's bus and stay in there all day hung over.
The search for the bus endded quickly as he spotted a familiar figure sitting on another bus' steps. Just what he needed. Passing out for the day could wait. He hadn't had a nice chat with a band memeber in a while. He missed the old days of them just hanging out. But random harrassment worked just as well.
He smirked before walking over and kicking Venom's foot. "What're you doing out so early?" he asked leaning against the bus and looking at him, playing with the empty bottle in his hand and dropping his leather jacket next to him. "Do you knoooow what time it is? No seriously cause have no clue."
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Post by VENOM DIMINUENDO, on Dec 26, 2010 14:56:59 GMT -5
Just as Venom was about to get up and leave, he saw somebody slumping towards him. This wasn't his band's bus, so it was probably a member of that band come to ask him what the fuck he was doing sitting on the steps of their bus. All he'd do would be to tell them to piss off, and that it was a free country. Or if it was a girl or somebody that he knew was gay, ask them to ride him, not the bus.
But when the figure was very close, Venom realized that it was somebody from his own band, Carver. He grinned at Carver, feeling the dim effects of the alcohol he'd previously had still, and strongly feeling the effects of the weed.
"What're you doing out so early?" Carver asked.
"Well, I'm having an early night. Thought I'd get fucked and get back for about three. That plan didn't work.. I passed out at the side of the road. And so I was waiting for somebody to come keep me company." He looked at Carver, who appeared to be drunk. "What are you doing out? I'm guessing it's not that you got up early to go for a morning jog.."
"Do you knoooow what time it is? No seriously cause have no clue."
"Uhh, no. It's like five or half five." He looked down at Carver's watch tattoo, and tapped it with his index finger. "Can't you tell?" He joked half-heartedly, and took a long drag from his spliff, blowing it out into the air in front of him.
He stood up to face Carver, and grabbed Carver's cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing so that his face squashed up, then pulled it away, and tapped his cheek. "I think you need to cut down on the drink." Venom eyed the bottle of beer in Carver's hand. "We just don't know what you might try to do to me when you're pissed.." he said,, laughing, and imagined in his head what Carver might do.
He put an arm casually around Carver's shoulders, leaning some of his weight on him for a moment, and then pulled him down to sit on the step with him, offering him a drag.
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