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Post by TOMMY 'AZZY' STRADLIN, on Jun 11, 2011 17:54:46 GMT -5
  Tommy sat backstage after having a really shit day onstage, having no bra's flung at him...well you could probably guess how he was feeling. He sat down in a chair and looked at himself in a mirror, scrutinizing every little thing about his face, the way his eyebrows scrunched together when he was upset, or the way he yelled when something pissed him off to no end.
He made himself sick, just looking at his reflection triggered his gag reflex.
He glared at the mirror a little more before standing up, winding up and punching his reflection as hard as he could, the glass shattering into little pieces, littering the floor all around him. He stood there for a little more, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his knuckles and on to the floor. He grabbed a rather large shard of mirror and stared at it, blood was on it's edges, but he didn't care.
He set it down on the floor and chopped out a line that read 'loser' and snorted it, making a face before kicking the shard away, glaring a little more at himself, he was such a fucking loser, having banged everything he could get his hands on (with standards obviously) but the sex was meaningless, it meant nothing and it didn't fill the void he wanted to get rid of, no, it just deepened the gash and every time it healed, it got torn open.
Heroin, his mistress, she didn't tear him open, no.
He sat back down and cooked some of the drug up in his spoon,, grabbed a rig, tied off his arm and shot up, then tossed the supplies away, slumping against the wall. yep, he was a loser.
[/font][/color][/size] TAG; anyone SONG; "Poison" Alice Cooper KEY; "speech", thoughts, "quotes". CREDITS; Template by Hana~ of CAUTION2.0! Remove this credit, and she'll send the vampires after you D: |
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Post by RONNIE LYNN ACKERMAN, on Jun 11, 2011 23:00:36 GMT -5
 Ronnie was crawling around the venue, late again. She was delusional and feeling as if everything was evil. She couldn’t stay in the bus when she was like this, and she knew it. The bus had to stay safe so when she felt scared she left. She was crawling on the floor back stage in search for Finn who seemed nowhere, again. She had had a rather awful day and hadn’t heard a single word anyone had said. People’s faces all looked the same and they sort of blended together times like this. Ronnie felt dead.
She could hear someone moving around in a room so she slipped in as quickly as possible. Her jeans were already shredded at the knees from months of her crawling everywhere and her shirt was torn down the side so it fully exposed her purple bra which a few to sizes small. Her hair was messy and fell in every direction over her face, covering up her eyes which here dead looking and covered in smearing make up. Ronnie’s skin was pale and bruised.
It wasn’t an unusual look for her, since she always was around looking like this. That moving she heard was Tommy, he was slumped in the corner obviously high. Ronnie was sneaky though, and the door hardly made any noise. She wasn’t sure if he heard her and she slunk behind the couch and started to crawl. She was being perfectly silent until she crawled over some glass. She felt the cold pressing into her hand before breaking her skin. She gasped and looked down and say the blood coming down from her hand in a rather large amount. “Tommy, why do you always leave a mess?” She shrieked, pushing her hand into her shirt. Ronnie wasn’t that upset, or in that much pain. She just wanted him to feel bad, and the cut was rather deep.
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muse;;alright
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Post by TOMMY 'AZZY' STRADLIN, on Jun 20, 2011 18:40:39 GMT -5
Tommy stared at himself in the shattered pieces of the mirror that lay strewn across the floor at his feet, pushing them away with his boots, he was scum, he knew it damn well too, but he didn't want to be this person...so why was he feeling so shitty about himself? He shouldn't be, no, he shouldn't be feeling this way at all, in fact, he should have been feeling like he was on top of the world, he was a badass, he did illegal drugs, little kids wanted to be him, and girls wanted to sleep with him, so there was no point in sitting and feeling sorry for himself, right?
"No, I'm Tommy Stradlin, I'm THE badass coke snorting rocker! I can do whatever the fuck I want to do!"
He delcaired, standing up then fell back down, the rush of drugs hitting him like a brick wall, a small smirk appeared on his face, god he loved these drugs, they made him feel sooo good, it was almost better then sex at times. He didn't notice he wasn't alone until he heard a gasp and looked up, finding Ronnie, the girl that he liked, standing above him and shrieking at him because some glass had cut her "Yes, I always leave a fucking mess, your point being what?" He asked, standing up and gripped a table to steady himself. "What the FUCK do you want Ronnie?! I'm busy breaking shit and feeling sorry for myself"
Tommy yelled, looking down at her, noticing that she was wearing that purple bra he liked "Nice bra" He spoke, his tone soft, a mood swing caused by the heroin.
He liked her, he could yell at her, and she yelled at him, and there was no strings that followed....he liked that about her.
[/font][/color][/size] TAG; anyone SONG; "Poison" Alice Cooper KEY; "speech", thoughts, "quotes". CREDITS; Template by Hana~ of CAUTION2.0! Remove this credit, and she'll send the vampires after you D: |
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