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Post by ainsley ireland laverte on Apr 10, 2009 17:09:17 GMT -8
 NEVER HAD A DOUBT NOW I'M GOING CRAZY[/color][/font] WATCHING FROM THE FLOOR.[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font] -----------------------------------[/CENTER] [/b]" she said as she brushed a stray lock of her hair away from her eyes. Ainsley had been best friends with the guys since 8th grade, but she had been closest to Jack since high school. Alex used to be her favorite, but after what he did to one of her close friends, Jasey, she hadn't been so much of a fan of him anymore. Of course she still was best friends with him, but they had drifted apart. Ainsley had forgiven Alex for what he did, but they never did seal the gap between them. As Ainsley helped out with the band more, she grew closer to Jack. Ainsley looked over at the fans as she thought of this. As some of them glared at her with envy, she had to hold back a laugh. It wasn't her fault she had chosen to be friends with these outgoing group of guys so many years ago.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/SIZE] [/ul]
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credits![/color][/b] MOLLY FM? at CAUTION!
tag![/color][/b] jack attack!
notes![/color][/b] nope nope [:[/CENTER] |
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Post by ashley on Apr 10, 2009 20:53:17 GMT -8
  it was a wonder that jack wasn't a bed-ridden, narcoleptic fool. seriously. when you looked at how often jack was up on stage - jumping around or dancing, it was hard to believe he never got physically tired. if it were up to jack, he'd never sleep. that was just a whole big waste of time. but sometimes, a dude just had to get some rest - like after you get to wasted you can't keep your eyes open. that was jack's situation last night, and even now, almost twenty four hours later, he was still fighting off a faint haze of that hang-over. he didn't let it show, though.
as jack ran from the stage to the bus to change his sweat-dampened shirt out for another, there was no drunken swagger in his step. his legs, clad in black skinny jeans as normal, bore no resistance to the ground his huge feet connected with. it was just another night now that he'd downed an advil, and gotten on his neon green v-neck. now he was just in the zone - ready to go, and have a good time.
only a few seconds after sitting down, someone had made a comment in the crowd about his hair. jack looked up in an attempt to see what exactly was so funny, only to realize that the little splotch of blonde left in his dark hair was sticking up from his clean shirt's static. a juvenille giggle rolled out of his lips, and he flattened the strands. he turned slightly to realize that the rest of the band had moved over toward the bar, and jack was left back in the chair. he only had a moment to be disappointed though, as he felt someone's arms around him. he smiled widely - fully used to getting randomly attacked with the gesture. however, once he looked down, he recognized her completely, and his smirk only grew. "awww," he cooed, purposely tugging on the back of her ponytail. "rian thought i did horribly. but you know, your opinion's all that matters." he grinned teasingly. always a joke with him.
he gazed around and realized he had turned his back slightly on the crowd. now he just blended in with everyone else in line to take shots with all time low, or get their autograph, or hope to get taken back to their bus for the night. jack found this noticeably funny that he could slip through the cracks so easily just by turning his head. he hugged ainsley close to him again - burying his head in her shoulder so he would remain unnoticeable, and he could be heard over the growing volume. "all the kids here are making fun of me," he whined pathetically; looking down to her with self-pity. "mind if we go outside so i can escape the hate?" he inquired; a raised eyebrow conveying his hopeful thoughts. maybe after the crowd thinned out, he'd be willing to come back inside. aterall, there was a beer keg in there.
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listening to - circles, by all time low.
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Post by ainsley ireland laverte on Apr 10, 2009 21:16:03 GMT -8
NEVER HAD A DOUBT NOW I'M GOING CRAZY [/color][/font] WATCHING FROM THE FLOOR.[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font] -----------------------------------[/CENTER] [/b]"she said, her face lighting up with a smile as she wrapped her arms around him again after he decided to embrace her once more. " Who cares what Rian thinks? He's just a hypocrite because all he does is sit for the whole concert. I think you did wonderful."she said jokingly as she looked over at the rest of the band. Of course she knew being a drummer was much harder than it looked, but she always gave him a hard time. Ainsley looked up at Jack, taking in his familiar features. He hadn't really changed much since they met, he had just grown taller and his hair had been constantly switching between blonde and black. Personally, Ainsley preferred his hair with the blonde streaks, but that was just her opinion. She'd rather have it black than all blonde like he did once.It took a lot for her not to laugh at the pictures from her junior year's prom. As she felt him bury his head into her shoulder, she let out a soft laugh. She loved his childish antics, although they could be annoying to some. She thought he was adorable, although he was like a giant to her 5'4 height. Ainsley listened to his whiny request as he looked down at her with his big brown puppy dog eyes. She rolled her eyes playfully and nodded. " Alright, Mr. Drama King."she said as she turned towards the entrance, almost entirely blocked by the fans. She slowly made her way through them, ignoring their requests to have Jack sign their posters and what not. Soon enough, they were outside the tent. Ainsley kept walking until they were about 10 yards from the tent. The air was cool and refreshing. She inhaled the briny smell coming off the coast near by. A smile engulfed her lips as she looked up at him. " Better?"she asked as she felt the warm breeze roll over her bare arms, it felt really nice. Letting down her hair, she let the breeze whip it behind her head and neck. Ainsley loved California. The first time she had come to the state was on tour with the band and she fell in love. She planned in the future to hopefully move out there. She knew already that she wouldn't miss Maryland's snow or frigid temperatures. Ainsley looked over at Jack and smiled. She was extremely happy to be sharing this experience with him and the other members of the band. Out of habit, Ainsley reached her hand over and stroked Jack's dark hair. The hairs had begun to stick up again, so she decided to smooth them back into place. " It's wonderful out here, I'm definitely selling out as the techie and moving here to become a stripper." Ainsley said, trying not to hide the smirk on her face. Of course she was only joking, this was her life and she loved it. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/SIZE] [/ul]
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credits![/color][/b] MOLLY FM? at CAUTION!
tag![/color][/b] jack attack!
notes![/color][/b] it's alright, sorry mine's so long![/CENTER] |
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Post by ashley on Apr 11, 2009 15:59:44 GMT -8
the smile that spread across ainsley's face made jack equally as happy. he lived to make people laugh, or put a smiile on there face. that was old news, clearly, but it just never ceased to amaze him. "you know what? you're right," jack mused once they were speaking about the drummer again. he obviously couldn't keep a straight face long. "rian's fat as hell. and not the p-h-a-t kind, either." he murmured - trying to keep that little 'secret' quiet. it was a lame attempt, though. everyone know that the boys in all time low did nothing but shit-talk eachother - whether they were kidding or not. and, of course, it was jack. so it was all just a big joke.
when they were still in close contact, and she was thinking over his suggestion, he just relaxed. he barely remembered a day in high school when he didn't cling to her, if only for a moment. he missed those days sometimes. "you smell like strawberries," he mumbled nonchalantly. totally typical thing to hear from him during a peaceful silence. it just wasn't like him to be quiet, or let an obvious fact that appealed to him go unknown. he followed her as they exited the tent - offering a slightly sheepish smile to the crowd as he had to weed through them. he didn't mind so much that he wasn't spending time with the fans tonight. that was honestly all he ever did, when he wasn't with the band, come to think of it.
he felt an instant weight lifted off his chest as they stepped into the plain grounds, even though he was used to being stuffed into tiny spaces with large amounts of people. jack didn't really welcome change that often, but this one wasn't bad at all. from the corner of his eye, he watched her undo her pony-tail, and a slightly laugh escaped him. "freedom at last, eh?" he inquired; his raised eyebrow disappearing under his two-toned hair.
out of the same instinct she flattened his hair with, he leaned into her touch. it was just another thing jack had grown used to, and familiar with. you were only on the earth for a limited time, so why not make the best out of it while it lasts? alright, that was a little deep, considering she was only stroking his hair, but atleast he tried. a little.
when the talk turned to her future plans, he couldn't help but laugh. "stripper, huh?" he mused; nodding slowly as he contemplated this. "sounds good. it's a steady job, really." he discussed this as casually as the weather. "but i'm curious. did alex write 'dear maria' about you, and just not tell me?" it's definitely not like he'd mind.
words - four hundred and sixty two.
listening to - lexington, by chiodos.
notes - i swear they'll get better. omg.
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Post by ainsley ireland laverte on Apr 11, 2009 17:46:16 GMT -8
NEVER HAD A DOUBT NOW I'M GOING CRAZY [/color][/font] WATCHING FROM THE FLOOR.[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font] -----------------------------------[/CENTER] [/b]"she said, her tone light. Even she was shit-talked. It used to be horrible, especially during their freshman year of high school. She was able to handle it, she was tough. The main people she always hung out with in high school was with Jack and Alex, so she was used to this. Besides, Jack was as harmless as a kitten. Ainsley thought so at least, she had only seen him get extremely pissed of a few times. Ainsley enjoyed the quiet as she stood there beside Jack. It wasn't long that she got to enjoy peace & quiet, so it was nice. When he commented about her hair, she laughed softly and nodded. Dramatically, she leaned over, smelt him and wrinkled her nose. " You smell like cologne and sweat." she said in her fake whiny voice. This was true, but she didn't mind. She had been so used to the guy's antics for years, so they no longer bothered her. She felt the breeze blow her silky tresses more as she just listened to the dull roar from the crowd inside the tent. She turned and looked up at Jack after he spoke. She noticed his eyebrow was raised and she shrugged. " Mmhm. It's way to hot to have my hair down in there and besides, it smells amazing."she said as she captured a blonde streak in her hand and smelt it. A smile spread across her face as she let it go. " Alex complains that I take too long of showers, I like to take care of my hair instead of looking like a dirty hobo." she said, jokingly of course. Ainsley laughed in sync with Jack. If she was really a stripper, she'd be in trouble. She partied way too much to keep her body in tip-top shape. Not that her figure was bad or anything, she had been 115 since her junior year. " Yep, pretty steady."she said in agreement. A mischievous smile spread across her face as she considered the possibilities. " Yep, he didn't tell you but I got a name change."she said, breaking out in laughter at the end. As she stopped laughing, she brushed a lock of her colored hair out of her eyes. " Oh Jack, I don't know what I'd do without you." she said looking up at him with a soft smile. Ainsley really couldn't imagine not being with her best friends. This was her life, hanging out with her friends every day and partying with them every night. She was really lucky. Ainsley thought over this before turning back to Jack as she slid an arm back over his waist. In high school they would cling to each other all the time, not thinking anything of it. She missed those days a bit but she was glad that the drama of high school was over. She heard the roar of the crowd dull down, until she couldn't hear it anymore. She looked up at Jack, her expressive questioning. " I think they all left." she said, her face lighting up in that same mischievous smile as earlier. She wasn't a big fan of beer, but she could tolerate it. She'd much take a bottle of sour apple pucker over it. She poked Jack in the side nonchalantly, waiting for his answer. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/SIZE] [/ul]
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credits![/color][/b] MOLLY FM? at CAUTION!
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Post by ashley on Apr 11, 2009 20:08:45 GMT -8
"it's like, zack and rian need to switch places. one could use a little more partyyy, and one could use a little less chub, right?" jack's laugh was morbid in comparison to what anyone else was used to. "oh god," he snorted, "i'm more evil than you!" he looked at her seriously. apparently that was supposed to be a 'burn' or 'diss,' but if she said anything to reply, it would be lost in his echoing laughter. "i'm on a rolllll, ainsley." he smirked, puffing his chest out with fake pride. he had no problem being 'mean' to alex, but he just chose not to bring him up. one never knew when teasing would actually lead to full-fledged feelings, and jack would prefer not to know how she actually felt around him after the jasey incident. that was like, girl territory, and he didn't consider himself feminine enough to cross that line - even if he did wear girl jeans.
he attempted to crane away from her before she could comment, but he was too slow. "some cultures think that sweat and cologne is a... mm, manly.. cool... thing." he struggled to piece together words that made any decent amount of sense. yeah, not so much. he had to laugh at himself for a moment before sighing - this time with defeat. "i'll take an extra shower tonight." he muttered, feeling won over without actually being influenced to do something of that nature. "alex is the dirty hobo," he commented casually, looking down at her, before his brown eyes looked to the people diminishing in the singing tent. "you just do what you do. we need to have aaaaatleast one good-smelling person on the bus. besides zack." he replied - switching to a nasally voice. "alex is a petri dish full of disease."
jack narrowed his eyes at the sight of ainsley's smile. his own smug little look pushed over his newly tanned face, and he looked at her with suspicion. "you shoulda been in the video for it, then!" he said, in all 'seriousness.' "i always knew maria had to be a blonde." really though, that was true. he just had a hunch. "and without me? you'd probably be a really happy person with a normal life. and you'd have good smelling friends." now, he hoped that wasn't true at all... but he could deal if it was, or she decided to agree as a joke. it wasn't like it was rare to hear he was someone's bad influence.
jack smiled whole-heartedly at the presence of her arm around his waist. in turn, he slipped his arm around her shoulders, hugging her close to his tall torso. "how much do you wanna bet we'll have atleast two random girls on our bus tomorrow morning?" jack inquired - glaring at the gaggle of ladies clinging to the huddled members of all time low just as tightly as they held onto their sloshing beer cups as they were led in differing directions. they'd probably be ugly too, judging by the dim lighting, and probable drunk goggles. he looked down that the top of her head; contemplating the way the moonlight and stage lights bounced off her shiny hair. "i wish i could carry you in there bridal-style, but i'm pretty positive i'd hit your head against the pole." therefore, jack decided against it as he drew nearer to the tent; flicking the finger that poked his side. good idea.
"you can buy my a-a-a-a-alcohol, miss. i left my id in the bus." jack sighed heavily, failing to mention the obvious fact that is was fake. oh well. he was worth it, right?
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listening to - disconnect, by the dangerous summer.
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Post by ainsley ireland laverte on Apr 12, 2009 7:10:26 GMT -8
----------------------------------- [/b]" she said jokingly. Not many people knew that Jack was originally born there, and Ainsley occasionally made a joke of it. Ainsley rolled her eyes playfully when he puffed out his chest. " You know, only people with muscles can actually do that."she said as she watched him take in a breath, letting his upper torso relax to its normal state. As he went along with saying how sweat was manly and cool in some cultures, she fixed the out-of-place hair that was bugging her. " Mmhm. What culture is that? Jack-a-culture?"she said, instantly realizing how lame that was. She sighed softly as she thought about the usual night's schedule. The guys played, drank and then crashed in their bunks. Sometimes they only showered once in every 4 days. Ainsley had grown well accustomed to the smell, so it didn't bother her any longer. " Of course, I'm proud of my hygiene skills."Ainsley said with a huge, fake smile. " We probably want to stay away from Alex, we wouldn't want to get infected." At the last word, she dramatically cringed. There was no way she could catch what Alex had if she didn't sleep with him. That was her view on it. " I know I should've been, but the chimp was my replacement."Ainsley sad in fake sorrow. She pushed out her bottom lip and made it quiver. The thing was that she was so good at it, it was hard to tell between if it was real or fake sometimes. Her grey-blue eyes were widened as she 'pouted', trying so hard to keep the smile off of her face. Soon enough, the serious face cracked and she smiled again, laughing in her most recognizable laugh. The thing most people loved about her was that she had many different & distinctive laughs. They were contagious. " Ehh..That's true and I'd be able to actually have some free will, instead of being forced to tune instruments."she said shrugging. Of course she was only kidding around, she couldn't imagine being anywhere else or doing anything else. They both knew that she loved this job, no matter what she had to put up with. Ainsley's pale blue-green eyes followed to where Jack was looking. Sure enough, there were about four fan girls gathered around the other members of All Time Low. She raised her delicate eyebrows slightly and let out a short laugh. " I'm not even gunna bet you because I know it's gunna happen."Ainsley said as they grew closer. She knew it would happen, it wouldn't be the first and most certainly wouldn't be the last either. Ainsley looked up at Jack and smiled at him, that was rather sweet of him to offer to carry her. " That's sweet of you Jack, but you don't need to make excuses because you don't want to carry my fat ass in."she said, playfully sticking out her tongue at him. They walked in and the girls turned their heads in their direction, but Ainsley just ignored them as she walked towards the bar. Ainsley really hoped there was some pucker. It was odd that she liked to drink it raw since it was mainly used for martinis. She looked and a smile appeared on her face as she saw the bottle--stashed there earlier by herself. As she pulled it out she rolled her eyes at the pathetic fan girls. They laughed at the guys' every word. " Hey Jack, you need to whore it up too. Let's go find us a girl for you. Oh wait I'm right here."she said sarcastically as she poured herself a shot. She really didn't care if they heard her. Maneuvering herself back over to the front of the bar, she downed the shot and then took a cup and filled it with beer. Tonight should be fun. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/SIZE] [/ul]
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credits![/color][/b] MOLLY FM? at CAUTION!
tag![/color][/b] jack attack!
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Post by ashley on Apr 12, 2009 15:03:12 GMT -8
"we lebanese people are just naturally sneaky," he announced rather calmly; staring at his feet as he 'divulged' the 'huge secret.' "we're always out to get you. i suggest you never turn you back," he finished, although there was really no possible way he'd be able to do her any harm. physterically, mentally, or even through a joke... it just didn't work that way. jack was as harmless as everyone interpreted him to be, for the most part. there had only been a select few times when he'd thought about calling someone out, and it just ended in him getting tackled as he laughed hysterically. a tiff with barakat didn't last long. still, he was going to have to defend himself. he flexed his thin arm - frowning at the lackluster results. "maybe you're right," he sighed. it's not like he was gonna give up his lazy ways though, even if it was a joke. he liked being a twig. "are you proud to be stronger than me?" he asked somewhat randomly. "you should be. you can be like, the bodyguard in my culture. barakat... bara-cult." a grin that proved he was up to no good spread over his lips. "we're a cult now." he stated, bored tone present. it was nothing too monumental, really.
jack laughed at ainsley's comment on diseases - most likeley thinking the same thing. the band joked about things like that without a thought, and never truly looked into it, to be really honest. just poked fun from a distance. "i bet he really does have herpes," he said softly, trying to stifle a laugh and yawn. he had the growing urge to braid/knot her hair as the wind picked up. that wasn't really anything new, either. he was known to get ancy when he was bored, and although he wasn't exactly bored, he just found himself with free hands. it was a rare time when jack barakat could be found without a guitar, or cup of alcohol. "the monkey doesn't do you justice. cheer up," he said laughably; taking clear notice of her melodramtic pout before rolling his eyes. jack was by no means immune to the puppy face, but he was growing more and more used to it.
jack wrinkled his nose at the boys' selections, circled 'exclusively' in the distance. "they look ugly," jack whispered sullenly; glancing down at ainsley carefully. "it's bad enough that they wore flip flops to our set... but they're ugly, too." okay. so he wasn't the most polite of people at times, but when those girls couldn't hear him? that was the least of his concerns. "and, unlike them," jack paused to nod 'discretely' in the direction of the 'ugly' groupies, "you're not fat." he sighed. how many girls complained about that, when really, they weren't at all? he just didn't get it.
jack whimpered slightly when she suggested he find a girl to take back too. that was like open season, so he dismissed the thought quickly, even though she was sarcastic. "actually, while that's a mighty fine suggestion, i'd prefer... not... to." so much for a clever reply, right? the ladies behind him giggled anyway and he actually rolled his eyes. he was thankful for his long arms finally, taking the incentive to lean over the bar-top as he saw ainsley helping herself. jack felt around a bit before finding what felt like the neck of a bottle, slippery with the condensation from the humid weather. he was used to handling that, though, and pulled the bottle up to find it was corona. he pulled a face momentarily, but then eventually just shrugged. "i'm not picky," he decided - declaring it at the same time. "but later, when i'm so drunk i can't even see straight, you're gonna have to drag me back home, okay?" he looked at ainsley, before realizing he had grown so familiar with referring to the bus as his home. strange things happened over the course of warped tour.... that one not exactly the most outrageous.
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listening to - empty like the ocean, by midtown.
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Post by ainsley ireland laverte on Apr 12, 2009 20:28:05 GMT -8
----------------------------------- [/b]"she asked, remembering the time. Her ankle had throbbed for the rest of that summer. Luckily, she had only rolled it when she landed in the water wrong. That was only one of many, many great memories she shared with the guys. Nothing like the summer to make the best times of your life happen. " Eh, I guess so."Ainsley said a smile appearing on her lips once again. " It's from carrying Rian's drum set around." She ran her fingers through her silky blonde and black hair, fixing it back to its usual casual disarray. Unlike most girls, she didn't spend hours on end on her hair. As long as it wasn't frizzy or out of control, she was good. " I wouldn't put it past him."Ainsley said shrugging and then laughing softly. She bit the side of her lower lip, a habit that she always practiced. Her teeth glided over the surface of her pale pink lip as she looked up at Jack. It was insane how much she really cared for him. She was probably closer to him than anyone else in this world. As far as guys went anyways. Even in the rare moments when they were serious, he was there for her. They might laugh about it later, but if they really wanted to and there was a need for it, they could have a serious heart-to-heart talk. Of course, they were always joking around. That's just how they were. A slight smirk appeared on her lips as she mused about the future if they'd still be this way when they were in their late twenties. Probably. Ainsley pushed out her lower lip once more and nodded like a little kid who had gotten in trouble as she looked at her sneaker-clad feet. " At least I smell better than a chimp." she said before letting out a laugh. As Jack commented on the girls' appearances, Ainsley laughed loudly. " You're right, they are pretty ugly." she said as she looked back in his direction. Most of the people on tour hooked-up with a fan or groupie at least once during the week. Some even hooked-up every night. It irritated Ainsley a bit at times when she had to listen to their affairs night after night. That's why she had invested in some noise-blocking headphones. Fake shock flitted across Ainsley's face as he said he'd rather not drag a fan girl on the bus. " Really? Not taking up the offer?"she said, her eyes wide. " I'm proud of you Jack Jack, way to break an addiction." Ainsley laughed as she patted him on the shoulder. She loved messing with him. " Of course." Ainsley nodded in agreement, before a sly smile came to her face. " That's if I'm even able to walk after this." She emphasized by taking another shot and downing it quickly. Ainsley walked around the bar and put the bottle back. She browsed through the different bottles and labels, trying to see what looked good. She was known to never drink just one thing in a night. Variety was her choice. Eventually she got a corona like Jack. As she walked around, she popped off the cap and took a drink. When she reached Jack she smiled at him and held her bottle up, for a 'toast'. " Here's to...."Ainsley trailed off,trying to think of something. A smile came to her face as she came up with something. " The Bara-cult and the two members, Jack Attack and Ainsley." A clink of the bottles clashing together was all that the other band members witnessed in their little exchange. Ainsley took a drink and set it on the bar. She was glad to be here. For a moment she watched the fans, laughing at everything they said. Before taking another drink, Ainsley imitated one of their high-pitched laughs. As she swallowed her drink, she laughed softly. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/SIZE] [/ul]
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credits![/color][/b] MOLLY FM? at CAUTION!
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notes![/color][/b] i got nothing.[/CENTER] |
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