Eat you up -- open

[kyle burns]

and I said, "pleased to meet you,"
baby, how do you do what you do?

Kyle walked into the food tent, desperate to get away from the permeating smell of that nasty perfume girls wear all the time. What was the point anyway? A little deodorant went a long way, didn’t they know? Try that for a week and you’ll be hooked. The worst thing about the perfume was the fact the all the movement and sweating in the crowds and the intense heat just made it that much worse. He was trying to keep his coughs down and working on making it so his eyes weren’t watering so profusely. He inhaled deeply when he’d gotten himself free of that god awful thing girls seemed to love so much.

He found and seat and collapsed in it, exhausted from holding his breath. He looked around at the miscellaneous people and shrugged his shoulders. He was almost ready to haul his ass up and grab some food but he was still catching his breath. He took another few deep breaths, exhaling each one slowly, his exhaustion and stress melting away and his stomach barking orders at him to get some food right now or else it was going to escape and get it on its own. Kyle was pretty sure that it would take the threat very seriously.

He got out of his seat and found his way to the food, eyes racing over everything hungrily, not sure where to start. He grabbed a tasty looking sandwich, bag of chips, and a bottle of water before heading back to his seat and ripping the bag open grabbing a chip and shoving it into his mouth, crunching down noisily. He grabbed the freezing cold bottle of water and twisted off the top before chugging a third of the bottle and grabbing his sandwich, taking the bite of his life before taking another, much smaller, drink of his water. These were the times he was glad he wasn’t addicted to soda, and for that matter, didn’t even like it, because in the heat, it really killed and just made you thirstier and thirstier. Not something very useful when you were in a band, playing outside in California, in this kind of heat. That was more or less suicide for your stamina. If you were going to have anything sugary, it really should be Gatorade or something. Something that actually replaces electrolyte so you can get back to dancing and moving around with the crowd.

TAG open!
STATUS Complete!
WORDS 406
OUTFIT clothes!
JAMS none!
NOTES ahh food! can you tell I'm hungry?
TEMPLATE BYme. i have skillz?
BANNER BY also me!

[ziggy]

Honestly, that never happened;
Lying is your favorite passion.

[/i] Craig thought as yet another girl walked into the signing tent. there had to be over 300 girls here, and just to get him to sign his name on something. some were crying, so were bubbly, and some were just so estastic to see him that it was kinda creepy. but no, don't get him wrong, he loved his fans to death, but it was hot out, he hadn't eaten all mourning, and quite frankly, his stomach was yelling at him to get some food. he signed one more thing from a pretty girl with braces then stood, whisper to one of the gaurds that he had to get something to eat. the gaurd gave him the okay, and Craig walked out the back of the signing tent.

upon walking out the back he heard the crowd of girls sighing and or whinning, asking when he would be back and such. he chuckled to himself, were they really that pressed for him to come back? the answere to that was probably, yes. he wondered if the old lead singer for Escape the Fate had been this popular. && even though he didn't want to admit it, the answere was definantly, yes again. he had been popular, and some of the fan even threw in Craigs face that he was a better singer, and better looking, some of the fans even left because they said it just wasn't the same. but the others stayed, cause they were true fans of Escape The Fate .

on the way to the food tent, the sun beamed down on Craigs head, and it didn't help that today his hair was lying neatly on his neck, making the suns raise even more unbarable. he shook his head upon walking in the food tent. the food here was okay, but it wasn't all that okay. but right now, his stomach just needed something, cause if he got on stage with nothing in his stomach, someone would be going to the hospital today. he scanned the food, grimacing at the fact that he would kill for some McDonald's frenchfries, as much as he wasn't supposed to have them, he liked them anyway.

finally settling on a ham sandwich, a Monster energy drink, and a bag of nacho doritos he went to take his seat. he was sitting next to one of the guys from another band. yet he was so engrossed in his food that he couldn't really tell which band he was from, or who he was. Craig shrugged, opening his snadwhich and taking a bite, chewing it slowly, sliding on his sunglasses for no reason at all. just for the reason that he thought it looked cool. but who wore glasses inside? the ansewere, only cool people.[/size][/ul][/blockquote]

TAG open !
STATUS Finished !
WORDS 469 .
OUTFIT Pfft, Clothes .
LYRICS Escape The Fate ; Situations .
TEMPLATE heh, i tried .
PICTURE Craig .
NOTEShaha, your hungryy . && sorry this post suckkkeddd . XD .

[kyle burns]

and I said, "pleased to meet you,"
baby, how do you do what you do?

Kyle glanced up as someone else joined him, Craig Mabbit from Escape the Fate. Good musician, but from what he’d heard, a lot of people liked his predecessor much better. Kyle, on the other hand, could care less. Both were great musicians and Craig wasn’t the one to screw up what he had so. Do the math. He worked on his sandwich, still carefully looking at Craig. He finished his last bite up and sighed as his stomach groaned for more. That evil little thing had a mind of its own. Oh well. Time to feed the beast again.

He pushed his seat back and walked over to the food table again, scoping the food before grabbing another sandwich and a second bottle of water. Water really was his best friend. He walked back over to the table, unwrapping the sandwich as he walked, and finally sliding back into his seat at the table with Craig. “So how’re ya liking Warped?” He asked before taking a quick bite. Warped food was actually pretty good, and healthier than most of the food bands have available to them at tour. Craig had slid his glasses on inside, kind of odd, but then again, Kyle wore sunglasses inside all the time so who was he to talk.

Kyle kept eating his sandwich, cracking open the second bottle of water and taking a sip of the cool refreshment. “Oh, I’m Kyle Burns, by the way. I dunno if you know me, so…” he trailed off, not ever sure who knew him or what. And most of the people who knew him definitely recognized his hair. Once a girl spotted him at like 200 feet, screeched his name, and he booked it out of there into the safety of one of the tents. Girls were scary, scary creatures sometimes.

TAG open!
STATUS Complete!
WORDS 304
OUTFIT clothes!
JAMS none!
NOTES sorry its short haha.
TEMPLATE BYme. i have skillz?
BANNER BY also me!

[sadiereesekelley]

WE'VE GOT IT ALL FIGURED OUT
- - - - -for now.

sadie just wanted one question answered: was it possible for the heat to get any more hell-like? the heat always made her tired and miserable. dragging herself into the food tent, she looked around at all the food. she had no idea what she wanted, but she was hungry as hell. sadie's eyes fluttered a little in thought as she looked from sandwich to salad, finally picking up just a random sandwhich and a water, hoping it would fill her.

looking around, sadie picked a seat next to two other guys, looking over at them with a quick smile before opening the box with her sandwich in it. she gave it a look for a moment, trying to figure out what was put between the bread and quickly took a bite. obivously whatever was in the bread wasn't so good, because without even thinking sadie made a face and a small groan as she quickly spit it back out into the box. shaking her head a little, she grabbed her water and took a long chug before setting it back down, looking over at the two guys sitting at the table also.

shit. they we're really hot and now they probably thought she was insane. closing the plastic cover to the box with her now ABC'd sandwhich in it, she calmly looked over at them with a bit of a nervous laugh. "i think they tried to poison me..." sadie muttered innocently, taking another quick sip of the water. "sorry" she shrugged and gave a light smile, looking away with wide eyes thinking about how stupid she was acting. moving the sandwich box to the side with one hand, sadie slowly shook her water bottle in the other, listening to the swooshing sound made by the emptiness.

T A G~open.
S T A T U S~complete.
W O R D S~340.
O U T F I T~uh.. clothes?
L Y R I C S~Vegas-All Time Low.
N O T E S~ahhh! brain block!
T E M P L A T E~moi... thought it's too stupid to be called a template. xD
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[kyle burns]

and I said, "pleased to meet you,"
baby, how do you do what you do?

Kyle watched slyly as a blonde girl, blonde like him anyway, made her way toward the table he and Craig occupied rather silently. This could be a much needed pick me up to the odd quietness of the table. Kyle needed to release that ridiculous energy he always had pent up. She smiled quickly before digging into the sandwich, and promptly spitting the bite back out. Very ladylike, he thought with a grin. She was certainly turning out to be more amusing than Craig. Then again, girls were always a lot more interesting than guys. It was just the way it worked.

“Pick the wrong sandwich, then?” He inquired. She seemed so embarrassed by spitting out the sandwich. Girls always did this. Worried too much once they realized that guys were around. This one was clearly not in a band, the way she acted. He figured she was support staff for one of the other bands, of course. No one else was allowed in here without accompaniment. He laughed as she accused poisoning. “That’s a mighty strong allegation, there. I think you’d need some legal defense of that statement.” He cocked a huge grin and took a sip of his water. “Can I go get you something of the non-poison variety?”

Kyle loved to tease anyone he could, but with girls it was especially fun. Except for if they read too far into it, thinking that his teasing nature meant anything more than Kyle just being who he was. He lost his shyness a long time ago, but when girls got clingy, Kyle tried to disappear. If he’d said it once, he’d said it a million times; girls could be scary, scary creatures. He swished his water, imitating her, waiting for her response. He needed to get energy out, he needed to move. He hoped she wanted a new sandwich so he could get off his ass.

TAG open!
STATUS Complete!
WORDS 317
OUTFIT clothes!
JAMS FTSK <333
NOTES yay multi-tasking!!
TEMPLATE BYme. i have skillz?
BANNER BY also me!

[sadiereesekelley]

WE'VE GOT IT ALL FIGURED OUT
- - - - -for now.

sadie let out a slight giggle and shook her head. "no, you never know... maybe you poisoned it" she joked, looking back over at him with a grin. "and maybe the really miserable heat made it all moldy and taste like shit" she nodded. yeah. that was probably a better possiblity then some hot guy she never met to randomly poison her food. "but it's fine, i don't really need anything else right now." she shrugged with a sweet smile, looking back at the food table before over at the boy again.

she followed the bottle of water he swished in his hands with her eyes for a few seconds before looking back at his face. she stopped playing with her bottle and over dramaticly set it back down on the table. "are you... mocking me?" she clutched her chest jokingly with one hand and put the other hand on her hip, letting out a preppy scoff. sadie repositioned herself in the chair so she was a little higher up, sitting on top of her lower leg leaning forward in the chair slightly.

she took her hand off of her chest and kept the teasingly preppy 'oh-no-you-didn't' type of look on her face. yeah, she knew she was being dramatic with someone she didn't even know the name of, but he seemed like someone who was alright to joke around. well, he wasn't turned off by her spitting out her food anyway, that was a good sign.

T A G~open.
S T A T U S~complete.
W O R D S~293.
O U T F I T~uh.. clothes?
L Y R I C S~Vegas-All Time Low.
N O T E S~eww... freakishly short. -_-
T E M P L A T E~moi... thought it's too stupid to be called a template. xD
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[ziggy]

Honestly, that never happened;
Lying is your favorite passion.

[/b] ," he spoke to him, not in a loud tone, but then again not in a hushed tone.

Craig sat there, munching on his sandwhich as a girl walked in. he watched as she looked for aomething to eat, then sat down, looking at both Kyle and him. he chuckled to himself, looking down at his sandwhich as he took another bite. finally, after eating half the sandwhich he picked up his energy drink, popped the openeing and took a swig. he say that the girl and Kyle both had waters, just something about a plain taste while eating didn't satisfy him, he perferred something with flavor as he ate. but on stage, water was his best friend.

from behind his sunglass he watched he girl out the corner of his eye. he wondered who she was, she couldn't of been in a band, just from the way she acted, not in a bad way, just in a sense. she was probably band help, which, there was really nothing wrong with that, actually, he'd heard they get quite a lot of money for the job. raising a eyebrow as the girl spit the sandwhich back out," Not to good, eh," he laughed a bit as he spoke, taking another drink then sitting it down.

he watched as Kyle then offered to get the girl another sandwhich at which she declined, saying she was fine. watching these two were actually quite funny." a little energetic today aren't we kyle?" he asked raising a eyebrow at him then chuckled, putting his hand over his mouth as he laughed. he leaned back in his chair, raising his sun glasses, running a hand through his hair, looking between kyle and the girl.," why the hell is it so damn hot?" he asked no one in particular as he watched Kyle taunght the girl with that water. he laughed as the girl did a preppy immitation," you do that all to well ," he said, looking the girl up and down.[/size][/ul][/blockquote]

TAG open !
STATUS Finished !
WORDS 396
OUTFIT Pfft, Clothes .
LYRICS Escape The Fate ; Situations .
TEMPLATE heh, i tried .
PICTURE Craig .
NOTESmehh, short post. so sue me XD .

[kyle burns]

and I said, "pleased to meet you,"
baby, how do you do what you do?

“Damn, I was looking for something to do!” He fidgeted in his chair and grinned stupidly. He drank a little more water, the cool liquid running down his throat, quenching the dryness caused by the California heat. He tapped his foot, tapping his hands on his thighs in familiar beats, the drummers fidget becoming more and more obvious. He sighed, wanting to go on stage, release all this pent up energy he seemed to have right now. He was ready to get going, to get playing, he’d even let himself out on the throng of screaming teenagers right now. He was that desperate.

“Mock you? No, never!” He exclaimed, in a clearly mocking tone. He liked having fun with people. He looked back over at Craig and grinned. “Thanks man, same goes for you. And what kind of drummer, or musician for that matter, doesn’t have tons of pent up energy when they aren’t playing. It’s like. The best thing to keep you going in this heat.” To be honest, he was actually pretty used to the heat but it still hit him hard. He had those natural lack of pigments blonde haired, blue eyed people were cursed with it. It gave him a silent satisfaction that his band mate Caleb had the same curse as he.

TAG open!
STATUS Complete!
WORDS 217
OUTFIT clothes!
JAMS Speakers Blown -- Hit The Lights
NOTES so short
TEMPLATE BYme. i have skillz?
BANNER BY also me!

[sadiereesekelley]

WE'VE GOT IT ALL FIGURED OUT
- - - - -for now.

sadie looked at the blonde boy and scoffed once more. "of corse you wern't mocking me.." she teased, with the preppy tone still hinting her voice. she laughed a little watching him. "if you really wanna go get me a sandwhich, be my guest." she shrugged with a bit of a roll of her eyes. "just don't poison it" she took another swig on her water, being careful not to start twirling the bottle again.

she then shot her glance over to the other boy and laughed. "i'm the merch chick for all time low, it's easy to pick up the preppy sound there" she rolled her eyes at the thought of all the screaming girls. "pretty much every girl that comes to the stand obsesses over how insanly hot alex and jack are in the most preppy way possible" she shrugged. "i've mastered the art" she put her hands together and bowed her head, trying her hardest to keep a serious face, trying to keep an eye on the blonde out of the corner of her eye. she was trying to see if he was seriously gonna get up to get her something.

T A G~open.
S T A T U S~complete.
W O R D S~237.
O U T F I T~uh.. clothes?
L Y R I C S~Vegas-All Time Low.
N O T E S~eww... freakishly short... again. -_-
T E M P L A T E~moi... thought it's too stupid to be called a template. xD
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[ziggy]

Honestly, that never happened;
Lying is your favorite passion.

[/b]," he said, leaning farther back in his chair, hopping he didn't fall, but if he did, who would care, he'd probably blush, clear his throat, then sit there quietly till someone laughed, and he'd laugh right along with them.

he then turns his attention back to teh girl," ahh, merch girl, sweet. All Time Lo's pretty good. and as for the preppy girls, eh, they are a lot of fun to bug," he laughed, some preppy girls didn't like him, thought he was to grundgy, but others thought he was the "bad boy" and saught it as kinda hot. as he watched the gil say she mastered the art he laughd," smooth."[/size][/ul][/blockquote]

TAG open !
STATUS Finished !
WORDS 210 .
OUTFIT Pfft, Clothes .
LYRICS Escape The Fate ; Situations .
TEMPLATE heh, i tried .
PICTURE Craig .
NOTESsuper super short .

[kyle burns]

and I said, "pleased to meet you,"
baby, how do you do what you do?

Kyle grinned. He was having fun in the strange little mash up of a chat that had spawned from the three strangers sitting down at the same table. “All Time Low! I love them. Those guys are amazing, fan girls and all. The AP tour they headlined that we were on? That was totally epic.” He tapped his fingers against his empty water bottle and grinned.

“For you, anything fair lady.” He was being a dork but he slid his chair out and took his empty bottles to the recycle before heading toward the food and grabbing another water bottle for him and a sandwich for the girl. He walked back over slowly, making his time moving while standing last as long as he could, but he ran out of room. Sliding the sandwich in front of her, his pearly whites flashed a huge grin before he slid into his seat once more. “So I was thinking about it. Did you tell us your name?” He twisted the cap off and took another drink. One thing was for sure, he was going to have to pee like a racehorse later from all this water he was drinking. He sat back in his chair and rested his knee on the table, squishing his six foot three inch frame into a comfortable position.

TAG open!
STATUS Complete!
WORDS 221
OUTFIT clothes!
JAMS Speakers Blown -- Hit The Lights
NOTES baha not much longer this time
TEMPLATE BYme. i have skillz?
BANNER BY also me!

[sadiereesekelley]

WE'VE GOT IT ALL FIGURED OUT
- - - - -for now.

"yeah merch girl" sadie laughed a little. "it's pretty amusing if you ask me, just watching how crazy fans can get" she smiled and shook her head, watching as the other guy got up, she started laughing before turning back to her conversation. "and i agree, preppy girls are fun to bug, but when you're the one who has to deal with them getting what they want it gets annoying" she put her head in her hands. "those girls can be really hostile people!" she gave a cheesy grin, before watching as the other one came back with a sandwich and drink.

"oh wow! thanks! my fair..... man?" sadie made a face, not really knowing how to respond as she put one hand over the sandwhich box and dragged it a little closed to her. "and i'm sadie" she said simply with a smile, looking from one boy to another as she opened up the sandwhich, taking a bite with a slight smile, as she put a finger over her mouth while she chewed and swallowed. "it's actually much better!" she laughed a little, taking another quick bite. "maybe you don't poison things... you're magic!" she joked with a big grin, holding out jazz hands with a gasp. "now, are you just the magical sandwhich guy and you're just the guy that makes fun of preppy girls or do you have names too?" she pointed at each one as she gave the discripton.

T A G~open.
S T A T U S~complete.
W O R D S~288.
O U T F I T~uh.. clothes?
L Y R I C S~Vegas-All Time Low.
N O T E S~yayyyy! a little longer!
T E M P L A T E~moi... thought it's too stupid to be called a template. xD
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[arianaskymercy]

Ariana walked into the food tent with the intent of buying a pasta salad, she was absolutley starving after spending time with the boys and doing constant photoshoots with them for the tour. She yawned then spotted Sadie and smiled, rushing over. "Hallo Sadie" she said with a smile to her fellow team member. She then noticed that there were some other guys there too. "Hey" she said with a small wave at them.

She was wearing a pair of tight white drainpipes and a purple tank top. She took her camera out from her bag and took a snap shot of the group. "Nice" she said to herself and placed her camera away again.

notes: This sucks....