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Post by violet lamontagne on Mar 17, 2009 19:46:07 GMT -8
v i o l e tcecile * i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .
Violet hated California. Then again, she hated anywhere that got above 80 degrees, especially in her line of work. She loved her job, yes, but when she had to lug around heavy equipment in boiling weather like today, it just got to be irritating. Add that to the fact that the other roadie got food poisoning one night into the tour and couldn't haul stuff for an entire work and you get one pissed of Violet. The only thing she had going for her was her light, white tank top, which kept her a little bit cooler than usual. However, her choice to wear tight blue jeans was an idiotic one.
She was currently pushing an amp from the side of the stage to the middle, all the while being stared at by a gaggle of Escape the Fate fans. She didn't mind the heavy lifting, but the stares, whistles, and boos were just hell. She just wished people could realize that she did a lot of work, and when the crowd chants, "We want Escape the Fate!," it doesn't make the work go any faster. In fact, it made her work even slower on purpose.
"They'll be on at 3:30, the time that they're supposed to be on! Shut the fuck up!" She yelled, frowning to let them all know that she was not in the mood to deal with any of them. However, if one of them wanted to jump up on stage and help her with the excessive work load, that would be a different story... "Just...wait god damn it." She muttered again as the chant picked back up.
word count: 275
post status: Finished, short, stupid XD
outfit: See picture above?
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
notes: Erm, sorry if Vi's a bit cranky, heh ^^
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Post by ziggy on Mar 17, 2009 21:29:59 GMT -8
 These children learn from cigarette burns, Fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated;Take the white pill,
You'll feel alright,
[/size][/color][/font]raig really didn't mind California, it was really the heat that got to him, he was use to semi hot weather, not the weather that made you want to pass out as soon as you get off stage. but it was alright, he really didn't mind it today, walking around in a clingy thin v-neck t-shirt, and a pair of thin skinny jeans. and come to think of it, he really didn't do that much work anyway, all he really did was sit around, sign autographs, eat, and get on stage to perforn, what more could you really ask for ? it wasn't that Craig was lazy, it was just that everytime he asked someone of they needed help of something, they'd tell him to go sit down and take a load off or some bull crap like that . Walking around, the wind blowing slowly, making his hair fly behind him he went to go check out the stage that they'd be on today. he walked up the stp to see Violet. the one person who really wasn't all to fond of him. see, the deal was, before Craig came to the band, Ronni had been the lead singer, he was the one who got her the job as the roadie, but he got himself into a little trouble, leaving Violet stuck with him. it wasn't really that he didn't like her, but he wasn't that nice to her, they kinda treated each other with a sarcatic touch. he turned his attention to the few fans that were standing off to the side, cherring that they wanted Escape The Fate, and when they finally realized that Craig was on the stage they started yelling and cheering, Criag put his hands up and shook his head," Were not coming on yet guys, just checking the stage," he chuckled walking over to Violet . He bent down to where she was hooking up a amp and wispered in her ear," Need a little help hun?" he asked . word count; 336 . status; finished baby ! outfit; what i described in the post . credit; uhh, me ? that's why it's soo lamee . lyrics; 3oh3!; im not your boyfriend baby . jams; brokencyde; sex toyz . notes; haha, 's cool . sorry this is lamee .[/size][/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by violet lamontagne on Mar 17, 2009 21:40:45 GMT -8
v i o l e t cecile * i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .
She was ready to punch someone in the face when Craig came onto the stage. That of course just riled the crowd up even more, until he told them the exact same thing she had. Of course they listened to him over her, and calmed down right away. Damn fans. She grimaced as he walked over to her; she didn't hate Craig, no, she just loved Ronnie. He was like her older brother, and when he went to jail and was replaced by the band, she got a little bit bitter. Still, she stayed on, not having any other place to go. After all, her only good friend was now living in an 8 x 8 cell shared with another man, and wouldn't be out for another year.
"Thank you! Yeah, not gonna lie, that would be fantastic." She chose to ignore the 'hun' comment, not wanting to get into a fight about how pet names were condescending. At least he was trying, unlike Violet. She was usually a pleasant person to everyone, the exception being Craig; oh, and these annoyingly humid days. "But you don't have to, you know, you're in the band. You have pack mules like me to do all the dirty work." She murmured, plugging in a guitar and setting it in it's stand. She ran her fingers around the neck gently, the vibrations rumbling through the speakers and creating a few notes of noise across the crowd. She had always imagined what it felt like to be on stage, because it did sound awfully nice to have hundreds of people cheering for you. However, she was too nervous of a person to be a performer.
"I have another amp to bring onstage, I'll be done after that." She patted the carton of cigarettes that were sticking out of her left jean pocket. Hesitating, she gave him a piece offering. "Wanna have a smoke with me after we're done?" She hoped she wouldn't regret it, after all, it kind of felt like betraying Ronnie by just talking to Craig.
word count: 346
post status: Finished, somewhat-but-not-really better.
outfit: See picture above?
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
notes: Erm, sorry if Vi's a bit cranky, heh ^^
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Post by ziggy on Mar 17, 2009 21:58:13 GMT -8
These children learn from cigarette burns, Fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated;Take the white pill,
You'll feel alright,
[/b]," he gave her his famouse crooked grin, then went to plug in some of the amps. he then heard her comment," I want to help, so what if im in the band, im not fucking helpless, and your not a pack mule, your much more prettier," he winked at her, laughing a bit. he had no problem flirting with Violet, she was a pretty girl. and come to think of it, he actually loved her attitude, thoose were the kind of girls that fueled him. not the kind that just threw themselves onto him in a quick secound. " I'll get it," he said walking off the stage and bringing up the amp. it was a even a little heavy for him, so he must've know how heavy it would've been for a little petit thing like Violet. but yet, she claimed she loved her job. eh. he gave her a half grin at the sound of cigarette, which basically were like his addiction." It'll be our little date," he smiled at her. hoping this wasn't some kind of trick. word count; 308 . status; finished baby ! outfit; what i described in the post . credit; uhh, me ? that's why it's soo lamee . lyrics; 3oh3!; im not your boyfriend baby . jams; norma jean; amnesty please. notes; haha, 's cool . sorry this is lamee .[/size][/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by violet lamontagne on Mar 17, 2009 22:12:12 GMT -8
v i o l e t cecile * i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .
"Damn straight I'm prettier." Violet breathed, barely audible. She was not a cocky girl, but she knew she was more attractive than a stupid, furry animal. Well, unless you're into that kinda thing... She scowled when Craig winked at her; she didn't like this. She didn't want anyone to think she was only here for the band's looks, or the fame. She was here because she loved music, and this was the easiest way to get close to it while getting paid. And hey, it built muscle without her having to buy a gym membership.
"You don't need to do my job for me." Violet grumbled, but she let him lift it anyways. She was literally exhausted, after all, she had been doing work for two. He lifted it much easier than Violet did, but she blamed that on her height and weight. If she had better leverage, she'd be able to pick it up with more ease...however, she had no trouble lugging the equipment around. She was used to it, and was probably stronger than Craig by now. Not like she'd actually mention being stronger than most guys, because that tended to hurt their feelings.
"Date? You wish." Violet scoffed as he set down the amplifier. She pulled the carton out of her pocket, took one death stick out, and then threw the pack at Craig. She then headed to the stairs and around to the back of the stage, not wanting to be harassed by any gung-ho fans. After all, there were the 'no stank you' booths set up around this year... and they were cracking down on the amount of smoking. They'd have to be sneaky. Violet shoved her hands in her pockets and leaned against the back of the stage, only to find that she forgot her lighter. Of course. "Ugh, do you have a light?"
word count: 312
post status: Finished, somewhat-but-not-really better.
outfit: See picture above?
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
notes: Erm, sorry if Vi's a bit cranky, heh ^^
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Post by ziggy on Mar 17, 2009 22:33:30 GMT -8
These children learn from cigarette burns, Fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated;Take the white pill,
You'll feel alright,
[/i], when that really wasn't true. even though he wouldn't really mind being with Violet. wait, did i just think that? he thought to himself. must be the heat, he shrugged it off, setting the amp down and plugging the nessicary cords that needed to be plugged. " I'm not doing your job," he shook his head," I'm helping you," he said shaking his head, standing up and running a hand through his hair. she was just to damn independent. he new that she could do her job. he'd seen her a couple time, lugging all of ETF's crap back and forth from where it needed to be. and half of the time, no one even helped her, he new she new how to get by on her own, but a little help never really hurt no one. he watched her take out a cancer stick then toss him the pack, which he caught with one hand, craddled to his chest. he heard her respone to the date comment," maybe i do," he wispered in her ear as he walked past her down the steps and around the backstage. he didn't want any of the fans girls following him, and he new she didn't either. not to mention they were trying to cut everynoe down for the smoking, so being out in the open really didn't help. Craig leaned up against the back of the stage, one foot rested against it while the other planted on the ground, he pulled a lighter from out his pocket," always do." word count; 318 . status; finished baby ! outfit; what i described in the post . credit; uhh, me ? that's why it's soo lamee . lyrics; 3oh3!; im not your boyfriend baby . jams; hit the lights; hey jealousy . notes; haha, 's cool . sorry this is lamee .[/size][/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by violet lamontagne on Mar 17, 2009 22:45:01 GMT -8
v i o l e t cecile * i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .
Violet couldn't help but to scowl when he whispered in her ear. She refused to comment on that statement, just because of how preposterous the idea was. She could hardly stand Craig for more than ten minutes, and Ronnie would kill her. Kill him. Kill everyone! After all, everyone knew he was a pretty violent person, hence the arrest and all. "Well, are you gonna share it?" She asked, wondering if she could be patient in this situation. That answer? No.
She snatched it from his hand and rubbed her finger against the harsh circle, a nice orange flame popping up from the inside. She held her cig in between two fingers and dipped it into the flame, just enough so that it would keep burning. She nodded when she was satisfied and stuck it in her mouth, inhaling a deep breath of nicotine. She breathed the smoke, purposely towards Craig, and then handed the lighter back to him. "Sorry, I haven't smoked all day and I'm about to die." She offered him a small smile, hoping he'd excuse her from being rude. Then again, he should be used to it; she was a complete and total bitch to him when he joined the band, when the rest of them weren't around that is. The last thing she needed was to be fired, and she figured Craig knew where she was coming from. Ronnie's arrest and probation had been hard on her for sure.
"I wonder what the fans would think?" She questioned out loud as she took another inhale. Not having to deal with a fan base was just another perk of just being on the sidelines. Especially for this band, whose hardcore Ronnie fans were even worse to Craig than she was. For that, she felt sorry for him, mostly because people who didn't even know him or Ronnie were so cruel. After all, Vi had a reason, and they didn't.
word count: 326
post status: Finished, somewhat-but-not-really better.
outfit: See picture above?
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
notes: Erm, sorry if Vi's a bit cranky, heh ^^
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Post by ziggy on Mar 18, 2009 20:24:33 GMT -8
These children learn from cigarette burns, Fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated;Take the white pill,
You'll feel alright,
[/b]," he said, once more calling her hun. he ran another hand through his hair as he took the cigarette from between his lips and rested them between two fingers, his arms by his side. he climbed up on the back of the stage and layed flat out, stairing up at the clear blue sky. he then turned his head so he could look at her," I'm not really sure what they'll think, half of 'em probably smoke themselves anyway," he sighed as he took another puff. word count; 321 . status; finished baby ! outfit; what i described in the post . credit; uhh, me ? that's why it's soo lamee . lyrics; 3oh3!; im not your boyfriend baby . jams; The Devil Wears Prada; Goats on a Boat . notes; haha, 's cool . sorry this is lamee .[/size][/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by violet lamontagne on Mar 18, 2009 21:28:01 GMT -8
v i o l e t cecile * i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .
"Im not your hun." Violet breathed. She was getting ready to throw a bitch fit, but he did do her a few favors today. However, if he did it again, she'd flip. She had to wonder if he just called her it to annoy her, or if he did it to everyone, or both. The fans would probably kill her out of jealousy if they knew. The fan girls, that is.
"I guess so, your fans are all hardcore and shit." She laughed a little and watched him jump up onto the back of the stage. She had to envy his carefree attitude, although she'd never admit to anything like that out loud. She was supposed to hate him, and boy she tried. In fact, some might say she tried just a little bit too hard.
She stared at him more, wondering what the draw of the clouds were. She followed his lead and jumped up next to him, laying down on the little space he had left. She took another drag of her cigarette and then flicked the ashes, realizing it was burned to the little orange part. She rubbed the embers on the side of the stage and threw the stub on the ground, looking up at the sky. Yes, it was pretty. "I see a bunny!" She exclaimed, then when she realized how childish she sounded, she turned her head to the opposite side of Craig so he wouldn't see her blush.
word count: 247
post status: Finished, somewhat-but-not-really better.
outfit: See picture above?
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
notes: Erm, sorry if Vi's a bit cranky, heh ^^
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Post by ziggy on Mar 21, 2009 8:25:43 GMT -8
These children learn from cigarette burns, Fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated;Take the white pill,
You'll feel alright,
[/b]?" he asked her, he'd really want to know. usually she said it was cause it was degradding and what-not. but really Criag thought there was another reason she told him not to call her that, and if she didn't give him a good reason, he would keept alling her that until eventually she either hit him, or sew his mouth up. he chuckled at her comment about his fans," eh, maybe some of them, but i think Ronni had all the hard-core fans, mine are a bit more layed back i guess," he said, still looking up at the sky. he turned and watched her just as she climbed up on the stage as he did and lay back, looking up at the sky. he ran a hand through his hair, then took another suck of his cigarette, still having a bit more left. raising an eyebrow at her comment he chuckled," ooo, a scary bunny," he laughed, looking over to her seeing that she turned her head the other way. maybe she was laughing and had turned her head that way, or maybe she was embarassed, but why on earth would she be embarassed around him ? word count; 215 . status; finished baby ! outfit; what i described in the post . credit; uhh, me ? that's why it's soo lamee . lyrics; 3oh3!; im not your boyfriend baby . jams; Don't Forget ; Demi Lavoto . ( how gay am i ? ) notes; haha, 's cool . sorry this is lamee . SORRY IT'S SO SHORT .[/size][/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by violet lamontagne on Mar 21, 2009 12:36:35 GMT -8
v i o l e tcecile * i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .
"Why?" She repeated, knowing full well that he had heard her speech on this before. "You know why." Truthfully, although she'd never admit this to anyone, let alone Craig, she was afraid of becoming a hopeless romantic. She stayed away from all those cliche sayings, or mannerisms, or even activities that people in "love" did. She stayed away from valentine's day and candles... she stayed away from stupid pet names that she felt were demeaning and wrong. She never wanted to be someone's 'honey bunny' or something equally as pathetic.
"Yeah, Ronnie sure did." Violet smiled at the mention of his name. Most of the time, she hated Craig talking about him, mostly because Craig was the replacement Ronnie. Plus, Violet knew he didn't even start to compare; Ronnie was everything Escape the Fate was about. Well, at least Craig joined and ETF didn't just go away like most bands with dead or gone lead singers. You can replace the drummer, you can replace the guitarist, you can replace the bassist. You can't replace the voice of the band, or at least, not very easily.
"I didn't say it was scary." Violet huffed, turning back to look at the sky, determined to not spot any more shapes. She prided herself in being a strong-minded woman, someone who thought for herself and didn't take any shit from guys. So when she squealed at a bunny shaped cloud, she was embarrassed for herself. Although, she figured Craig wouldn't make fun of her for it, because she would fight him. And, she'd win.
"Don't make fun of me, or I'll make you set up your own damn equipment." She threatened, knowing full well it was a completely empty threat. Her job was to set these things up, and she prided herself on doing every aspect of her job without help. That is, except for today. She sighed, wondering why she had let Craig help her. She could have done it herself after all. "Or I'll just beat your ass up." Vi joked, realizing that she was being kind of childish, the exact opposite of what she was trying to accomplish.
word count: 362
post status: Finished, short, stupid XD
outfit: See picture above?
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
notes: Erm, sorry if Vi's a bit cranky, heh ^^
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