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[jester]

sail away from the shoreline sail away

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The night sky was covered in clouds, as far as the boy could tell. It looked like there might be rain, but since he wasn't a meteorologist, or whatever it was that they called the people who studied weather, then he really wouldn't be able to say. He was just a boy, with a guitar, in a band, who played music almost every night for fans; unless they were making a new record or if they had a day off. It was probably around eleven o'clock, or eleven thirty, he wasn't really sure since he hadn't been looking at a clock, and Jester, the seventeen year old guitarist of Kickstart My Heart, but just walking up to the bus to just hang out before he decided that it was completely necessary for him to crash.

Jester loved playing shows; it was an adrenaline rush. He enjoyed the sound of the screaming crowds, the music pulsing through his ears as he strummed at the guitar; he loved how the lights washed over him and somewhat burned his eyes when they were a little too bright. To sum everything up, Jester actually just loved absolutely everything about playing shows. It made him feel like he could fly sometimes, made him forget all the bad things that had ever happened in his life. Every time he got up onto a stage to play music, it seemed like his grandfather was there with him, cheering him on and congratulating him when he got off stage. Music was the one thing that kept his idol alive, kept his presence with Jester so it seemed like he hadn't actually caused so much wrong in his life.

He opened the door to the bus, walking on. His body was warm, hair sweaty from the heat of the lights and the amount of movement on the stage. The first thing that he thought of doing was taking a shower, but he knew that he might have to wait a little while to do so, definitely until the morning. Besides, it wasn't like he really smelt that bad, right? He was wearing deodorant and that, so he didn't think he stunk. No one had complained to him when he had been stopped by a couple of fans for photos on his way back from playing the show. He normally stayed for about forty-five minutes after shows, but for some reason Jester just wasn't feeling it that day and have left about fifteen or twenty minutes later, after everything had been packed up.

In the end, however, Jester decided that he might as well take a shower, because he was going to change clothing anyway, so it made more sense to just shower and do so, rather than simply waiting until the morning. After all, he would still have that sticky, sweaty feeling once the morning came, and it wasn't like he was just going to be going to bed right at that very moment. There was also no one else there at the moment, so he figured he would just take advantage of the time that he had alone on the bus until everyone else returned.

The water was set to cool, because he felt like he was overheating a bit, so it was nice on his skin. There was one thing that was horrible - a hot shower when you're already hot to begin with. So, that was the reasoning behind him taking a cold shower. Jester washed his hair, his body, and turned off the water, stepping out into the room before drying off, pulling on his underwear, and putting on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, stepping out from the washroom and plopping himself down on the couch. His hair had been straight that day, but it was most likely going to return to its natural curl because he honestly just didn't feel like taking the time to do anything to it; it wasn't like he was planning on going anywhere to impress anyone.

Jester got up and went to his bunk, grabbing his iPod, sticking one headphone in his ear, before returning back to his place, lying down on the couch just staring at the ceiling. He did that sometimes, just to relax. His mind was most likely running around like crazy, wheels turning, things spinning out of control. It was always the same when he was thinking, those ran through his head all through the night. Even when Jester actually went to bed, he rarely ever slept, and if he did, it lasted for an hour or two, maybe three hours if he were really lucky, and even then he wasn't rested at all. Sometimes he'd get lucky to sleep, but then he'd waked up in a sweat and shaking, lucky that he hadn't screamed because that would scare people if the kid just randomly started to scream when everyone else was sleeping.

He continued to lie on the couch, shutting his eyes at some point, but not falling asleep. He was just listening, listening until he entered a place that was silent. But, wait, it actually was silent, which didn't make sense because his iPod had been playing just a minute or two ago. Jester looked at the contraption, noticing that the battery had died. he sat up, removing the headphones from his ears, and resting it down on the small table next to him. Hearing the door to the bus open, Jester looked up to see who it was, smiling when he noticed the person.

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to: zackary (heather<3)
lyrics: abandon all ships
sounds: beast - special
current mood: goood.
extra stuff: n/a

[sophie]

I'VE DANCED WITH DEVILS
and drank with demons that'll sleep with death
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Today had been a really good day if you asked the twenty two year old boy who was just lounging around the tour. he had sold a shit load of merch, seeing as he usually had the personality to do it. when people sold merch, they had to be aggressive and assertive all at the same time. also, they could not be a sour sport or a pushover. Firm was what was needed, firm and friendly. And if you asked zackary kim, that is exactly what he was. most of the time of course, as there was a big joker inside the boy and that was also a good thing to have. the nicer you were, the more they would consider to buy something. but this was not selling things the right way one oh one class, oh no. this was him shoving his hair out of his face as he contemplated what he wanted to do when he got back to the bus. he was a bit beat as he had to sit in the sun all day selling stuff for his brother’s band but it was worth it. he would rather be doing this than selling something door to door, which he figured he could if he ever got fired. but he hoped that he wouldn’t. and plus, he hadn’t really eaten anything that day since he was so pumped on selling all the new stuff that they got. so yeah, he was tired, hungry and a little warm under his collar. But, all things considered, that was a good day for him.

Maybe the boy should stop and get something though, it’s not like the food was horribly expensive and it was better than what some of the people cooked on the bus and what not. he was not saying that they were all bad cooks, per say. he was just majorly picky about what did and what did not go down into his stomach. if it looked like something beetlejuice would have made and enjoyed then he would not touch it with a ten foot pole. But, it if was elegant looking he would try it. presentation was a big factor in what he ate. if it looked like crapola he would not touch it, and he had been that way ever since the day he was born. needless to say, that part of him really frustrated his parents big time, not that he minded. so yeah, he was going to do that. he was starving, he was thirsty and he had some extra money just sitting in his pocket that was begging to be spent. So, he was going to honor it’s wishes and spend it. simple as that.

Probably about a million calories and some spilled ketchup later he was walking back to the bus, glad that he had spent the extra time eating and filling his stomach up. even if it was not healthy for him, it still tasted like heaven. It was funny how someone could go completely gaga over something as simple as a cheeseburger. but, hey it was obviously possible since zackary was doing that now. he shoved his hands in his pockets and kept walking towards the bus, watching little things from the corner of his eyes. no, he was not a creeper but it was fun to just watch people shuffle around and stuff. it was kind of like a guessing game in a way, seeing as it was fun to guess other peoples lives just by what they were doing now and how they looked at stuff. generally though, zack was not good at it but that did not matter. it was still a really fun game to play. And sometimes he would hit it right on the mark, while others he would be dead wrong and they were the complete opposite of what he thought.

A blonde woman with her hair in a high pony tail looked really professional, and zack made the assumption that just because she was blonde she had to prove herself more, since, you know apparently blondes were not the smartest of people and all. and she had on really business like clothes, so she must have been with a record company or something to do with music. he shrugged to himself and then kept walking, not really caring if he was or was not right. for all he knew she could just be a bimbo secretary who was sleeping with her boss just to keep her job. see, there were a number of possibilities for a person that he could get right on the mark or be totally off. that’s what made it so fun.

Finally, though, he made it to his bus. the sound of air conditioning and a bed sounded like a dream so he sped up his speed a little until he finally reached the door, he wiped the sweat off his face ( nasty ) and then wiped his hands on his jeans, just because it was gross to keep it on his palms right? when he walked in he saw jester, his little brother just chilling. Zack smiled at the boy and closed the door. sure, he generally picked on him a lot and stuff but the boy really did love his brother. it would be a sad world if he didn’t. it was just, he was older so it was pretty much his job to pick on him. “what’s up big butt?” he asked, plopping down next to him and just sprawling out. ah yes, the air felt really nice though, so he was going to bask in it’s glory while his brother replied to his question.

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tagged▪ jester ( emm<3 )
lyrics▪ passion for publication
outfit▪ banner. :3
music▪ can't take it - all american rejects.
notes▪[/color] sorry it's like, 9876 years late. DX
template credit▪[/color] Elizabethcanflyy of caution 2.0!
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[jester]

sail away from the shoreline sail away

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Sluggish feelings usually overwhelmed Jester from time to time, as he didn't get much sleep most of the time. There were moments where he was just full of energy, and others when he basically felt like he would be completely content with just falling to the floor and dying at that very second in time. But, there he was, sitting there late in the night, with a little bit of energy after playing a show. Even if Jester were to try to sleep, it was a bit of a lost cause. Yes, he'd considered getting sleeping pills, but those don't actually make a person rested, it just puts them to sleep. And also, he had a bit of a problem with pills and those sorts of things for various reasons.

Firstly, whenever a person puts a pill into their body, it's their liver which has to deal with the effects of it. So, if there is anything negative about them, then it is basically him giving the people an open invite to just go and destroy his liver. Also, sometimes they don't really work, which is a waste of not only money, but the pills themselves. The people who are making the medication aren't really making them in order to help people, anyway. Really all they're trying to do is is make money in the easiest way possible for them. If a person is capable of coming up with something sort of like Advil or Tylenol, then by all means, go ahead and make the stuff because everyone uses simple pain relievers, so in all honesty? They'll be in a really, really good position for making a lot of money.

Jester frowned at his older brother when he called him big butt. It was extremely funny, the relationship that the two of them had, because they were always picking on one another and that sort of thing. But, when it came down to it, the two of them were really close, and would always be there for the other whenever something went down to bring the mood to an all time low. Jester stared at the other male, who was sprawled on the couch, and frankly, getting in his grill, if a person wanted to say that to be some sort of a gee or whatever it was that people are trying to be when they use those types of phrases. Anyway, Jester frowned, looking at his brother, snickering a little bit, before jabbing him in the leg with his finger; his very bony finger.

"I was just sitting here, enjoying the peace and quiet,"

[/color] he said, lying. In actuality, he probably would have been bored out of his mind if his brother hadn't shown up on the bus at that exact moment. In fact, he could almost guarantee that he might have just ended up attempting that childish dream of flying if Zack hadn't shown up. Why? Well, what else was he supposed to do when he couldn't sleep and was just bored out of his mind? Oh, well, he could make food. A lot of people in the world resort to eating when they're bored, and Jester wouldn't lie - he was one of the people who would just pig out on anything to cure his boredom. Luckily for him, though, he could get away with it without actually gaining a pound.

He smiled brightly at his older brother, Jester kicked his legs over the other, making sure to move around a lot to both the other boy. "Actually, you calling me big butt doesn't work, sir. Your butt is about a hundred times bigger than mine!"[/color] He laughed, continuing to just lounge there, before yawning a little bit. Yes, he was tired, he was tired a lot of the time though. Sometimes Jester was just a little bit too scared to go to sleep, because he didn't want to have a reenactment of the night that his grandfather died. He was lucky to be alive, that's what the doctors had told his parents, but Jester had to live with the consequences of what had happened; he got to live, but he was also paying a price for killing his grandfather.

The blame for the accident was always going to be on himself, even though he had absolutely nothing to do with it, really. It was the fault of a drunk driver, actually. But, Jester thought that if he hadn't asked his grandfather to bring him out that day then his grandfather would most likely still be alive to that day. He was only sixty-five years old, which really isn't all that old at all. But, ever since the accident, Jester had put the blame on himself; no matter how many times he was told that it wasn't his fault, he hadn't been the one to cause the accident, he hadn't done anything wrong. He was doomed for the rest of his life, having to fear and blame and hate himself from time to time, and he was still young. A seventeen year old boy surely couldn't live like that, could he?

Jester looked at his brother, lazily shifting so the body weight that he did have wasn't crushing the other boy. "So, did you sell a lot tonight? I'm actually a bit surprised you're already back here. That must mean you didn't sell anything, you rascal!"[/color] Jester laughed. That was how their relationship was; he would tell Zack he was incapable of selling merch, and then Zack would try and prove him wrong. It was all out of brotherly love, after all, but it was very amusing to Jester. But, didn't all brothers have a relationship like that?


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to: zackary (heather<3)
lyrics: abandon all ships
sounds: metric - stadium love
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[sophie]

I'VE DANCED WITH DEVILS
and drank with demons that'll sleep with death
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Usually zackary did not really understand why everyone was always so tired after shows. sure, he had seen all the energy they give, but he was usually always full of it, so being tired was so not his thing. that’s why he never understood that sometimes jester and the rest of the band did not really want to hang out with him. and sure, it sucked but what could you do you know? he had tried to see it from their point of view, but he ended up getting bored and then went to go find something to do, which usually resulted in him staring at the fridge. he could really eat you know, and that’s generally all he did sometimes. it was probably bad for him to eat the way he did, but he was always just so hungry, he could not help it.

Maybe his brother was right though, maybe he was getting to be on the chubby side. he never really noticed anything as his clothes still fitted him pretty well, they may have gotten a tiny bit more tighter, but not the point where he had to struggle to get in them. stopping where he was, he grabbed his stomach and pulled on the skin, wondering how much was muscle and then how much of it was actually flab that he had accumulated from his eating habits. Eh well he was going to change all this. sure, working out and exercising was not the most funnest of activities, but apparently, he was going to have to do it. there were no if, ands or buts about this. he needed to lose it before he really did become fat and weight as much as a cow or a boat or something. he let out a sigh, planning to just jog around the bus when he woke up. sure, it was easier said than done, but hey whatever. it could easily be done right?

Of course the boy really did not mean that jester had a big butt. in fact, zackary really did not pay attention to that area of his brother, that would be incest and he was not into any of that. plus, his brother was a boy and well, zackary was not a fan for sausages, if you get my drift. but, he really did enjoy his brothers company if anything. he was glad that he was really close to jester, seeing as there were plenty of siblings that were on the verge of breaking each others faces in, and zack really did not want to beat his brother to a pulp. So, it was probably a good thing that he didn’t, seeing as if he did then fights would break out all the time on the bus. and he really was not that big of fan for fights, unless someone started it with him of course. he did not know why, but fighting was boring and it ended up bloody and zack loved his clothes too much for it get all bloody and stuff. yeah, he did not think so.

At his brothers answer he smirked. so he was disturbing the peace eh? actually, it was probably bad for him that he came in at this time. “psht, what are you trying to say?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest. but really, he did not mind if this was an insult. And it probably was but it probably was not all at the same time you know? and he probably would have been bored if he did not come and disturb the peace a little, so why not? and even if he was not on the bus zack was sure he was going to run into someone on the bus. it was sort of a guaranteed thing mostly at night. in the morning it seemed that everyone usually split and left whoever was left for dead, which he could understand. they had lives outside of their music, and such. but still, it was kind of amusing.

When jester moved zackary eagerly plopped his butt down next to him, glad that it was just him and jester for a while. sure, he liked everyone on the bus and all, but sometimes there was only so much anyone could take really. and he wasn’t really a mean person, or at least he did not think he was, but you know, privacy and hanging with people forever and a day did get annoying you know? “hah, that’s only because, well I don’t know. you got the good genes and me not so much. but you know, shush.” he rambled, knowing that it was true. unfortunately, zack was cursed. If he ate too much, he would gain a bit. not a whole bunch like some people, but to the point where he would be a few pounds heaver, where as his brother could stuff his face like a cow and a horse combined and not gain anything. how the hell was that fair?

Hm, well it did get a bit quiet now didn’t it? as jester was trapped in his thoughts zack started to pick at his nails, but not with his teeth. he generally picked at them with his other nails. he would never stick his fingers in his mouth unless he had washed his hands because frankly, that was just nasty. if people really knew what was on all the stuff they touched they would also think twice about doing that as well. it was disgusting to say the least. but eh whatever. so when he realized that jester was still contemplating a lot he sighed and put his hands in his lap so that he wouldn’t tear his fingers up. that was always disgusting, especially since he passed around money and he sort of needed his hands for that. yeah, no.

Then jester started to talk again and zackary smirked at him. “I sold a whole bunch. I actually was having a race with Agnus from bat country to see who could sell more. I think I won, I sold that much. besides, no girl can resist this face.” he said, patting his cheek a couple times before smiling. and he had to say that he enjoyed his time with agnus, she was nice and spunky. And she always put the pressure on him to sell, sell, sell so that was good to right?

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tagged▪ jester ( emm<3 )
lyrics▪ passion for publication
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notes▪ bunch of rambles. D:
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[jester]

sail away from the shoreline sail away

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Jester enjoyed poking fun at his older brother, because it helped to pass the time. After all, his brother did the same to him and there was nothing wrong with saying a few things that may be considered rude by the elderly in order to pass the time and crack a few jokes. It made things a little bit more entertaining, and it tended to bring the two of them closer together. Their relationship had always been one like that, because there was about five years or something like that between them, so they were pretty close. There had been a lot of things in their lives that had happened to bring the two of them even closer, and Jester was sort of happy about that, but of course, those things weren't good so it wasn't something that he should be extremely joyful about.

If he and Zackary weren't as close as they were, Jester imagined that there would have been a lot of problems at home. But, he had always considered Zackary to be his best friend; he was actually a bit of a role model to the younger boy. Sure, Jester didn't want to be exactly like his brother, but he liked his positive, hard working attitude and how he was chipper and always seemed to make him laugh and comforted him when there was something wrong. Jester was glad that he had Zack as his brother, because if there had been anyone else in his life, he figured they wouldn't have been as close and it sort of helped that they were together a lot, too. He was lucky that Zack was on the tour with him, because if there were ever a time when there was no one there for him, he knew that he could always turn to Zack; he could annoy him a little bit and his brother would help him out in a rough situation.

Even though his brother had entered the bus and was sort of interrupting Jester's quiet time, he really didn't mind it all that much. Actually, he liked spending time with Zack, and he was never really, in all honesty, annoyed with his older brother. Sure, there were times when he would rather just be left alone, but he was raised in an environment where pretty much everyone was very close with one another, and it was always hard to be alone. Especially since they were all living on a bus together with a band, so it would be rather hard for people to actually get some time to be on their own and by themselves. But, either way, Jester really enjoyed the time that he had with hi brother, especially if he was feeling a little bit down because Zack was sort of crazy so it wasn't all that bad of a thing to have him there, because he tended to make him laugh and just be a little bit more cheerful.

"Eh, don't worry about it, I'm not saying anything!"

[/color] Jester laughed, scratching his nose a bit, before he moved his hair from his eyes. It was actually getting really long lately, but he was far to lazy to actually go out and pay to get it cut. Actually, he didn't mind having it longer than it used to be; back when he used to sport a bowl cut - those were the days, aha. But, Jester did get hot sometimes from having his hair so long, not that there was really anything that he could do about it, but that wasn't the point; his hair was getting long and a lot of people seemed to be mistaking him for a girl, which he found a bit strange because, in his own personal opinion, he didn't look anything like a girl, so he was left to be rather confused about this.

Jester didn't actually think that his brother was fat, and he actually didn't like the weight that he had. A lot of people told him that he needed to eat more because he was so skinny, but in all actuality, Jester just had a lot of trouble gaining weight; he'd been trying to for a long time. It was funny how someone could be so insecure about being as skinny as Jester was, because most people would kill to be thin like him. However, he really didn't like it all that much; he felt awkward and looming sometimes, because he was so tall, and it just wasn't that comforting to him. In fact, Jester felt a little bit unhealthy from time to time, and wished that he could actually gain weight like his brother could, which is a bit ironic since his brother seemed to think the opposite about the situation.

Of course, it definitely had something to do with genes. Their mother was pretty thin as well, able to eat whatever she wanted without gaining an inch; that was most definitely where Jester got this from. "Yes, well, I was just lucky enough that I was blessed with mum's genes, Zack. It's fun being asked if you're manorexic, you should try it!"[/color] Jester said this in a playful manner, laughing at it like it was a joke. However, he was being completely serious. People actually said that either to him, or he could hear people whispering about him. Also, he'd stumbled upon a magazine with an article about them, and something like that had been mentioned. Actually, it hurt his feelings just a bit because it wasn't something that he could actually control, and he had been gaining a lot of weight. But, since he had seen that, Jester made a point of sometimes mentioning his eating habits in interviews, in order to get rid of those things from the press, but people will, in the end, think what they want to think.

It was kind of funny how Jester sometimes bossed Zack around, because technically his brother was working for him. It wasn't like he was doing it in a mean way, or really putting him down or anything, but he liked to poke fun. Jester liked to keep an eye on Zack and his merch selling, because in the end, it was how he was making money. The band made money off the merch they sold, as well as the Cd's that they produced, and that would be how they could pay to have everything done. So, if they weren't selling anything, then they might not be making money, and while Jester wasn't money hungry, he was curious as to how Zack was doing. He figured that people bought merchandise for bands they really like and really feel are worth supporting, so it felt good to know there were a lot of people who wanted to support them.

"Oh, you guys are still doing that?"[/color] Jester smiled. He suspected that his brother really liked this girl, but alas, he had never met her. He figured one day he might, but she seemed to be pretty interesting from what Zack seemed to say about her. As long as she was technically helping him sell stuff, Jester was fine with that. He yawned a little bit, stretching before standing up from his seat. He was actually really hungry, which was odd; actually, no, it wasn't odd at all. "Yes, Zack, of course. The girls clearly just go running to you because of your adorable face; we all just want to pinch your cheeks!"[/color] Jester laughed. He looked through the cabinets of the bus, trying to find something to eat, picking up a granola bar, before setting it back down. "Zackkkkkk,"[/color] Jester whined, looking at his older brother, "make me ramyun?"[/color] Jester was extremely capable of cooking, because he did it a lot, and he actually enjoyed it, but he loved Zack's ramyun - he always had. So, he was going to pester his brother in making it for him.


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to: zackary (heather<3)
lyrics: abandon all ships
sounds: shinee - love's way
current mood: neutral
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[sophie]

I'VE DANCED WITH DEVILS
and drank with demons that'll sleep with death
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Zack really did not mind if people poked fun at him. sure, his brother did it more than anyone really but there were a selected few that liked to tease him. especially allie, the little witch. And he’s not sure what had caused her to just go off on him, but hey whatever. it was not his loss really, seeing as he was not even remotely attracted to her. and when people told them that they fought like a married couple, he would blink and laugh, because no way in hell would that ever happen. hell to the no. he shuddered again at the thought, it was that repulsive. And when it was anyone else he would poke fun back, sometimes not really knowing that people had limits. but he could understand that they did, seeing as he did as well. it really sucked when someone just kept doing it, like allie did. there was nothing good about that girl to zack, but maybe that was just him right?

It was a really good thing that zack had his brother. mostly because his brother knew all of his weak points, and when zack was being a little bit on the annoying side, or even on the mean side, he could tell him to calm down in just the right way. if someone was being rude to the boy, he would not stop until they said to stop nicely. He was really big on manners, it was crucial to pretty much everything. and if you were rude to him than he would be rude back. but jester usually could get him to stop without acting like a total fool, which he admired. And even though jester was younger by a few years, it sort of felt like he was the same age as him. maybe because zack’s maturity was not really on the same level as his age. he was probably a tad bit more immature than most people were twenty two. and actually, that was probably okay. but he could not help but wonder how life would have been if jester had not been born, or if he had gotten a sister instead of a brother. it probably would have been more annoying, seeing as girls were just more confusing and nothing could make them happy. so thank god that jester turned out to be a boy.

Actually, zack really wondered what it would be like if he and his whole family were not close. there were obviously people here who were not even remotely close to their parents or their siblings, and zack wondered how that could happen. sure, he was close with both of his parents and his brother. and his grandparents too, or at least the ones that were still alive. zack did not blame jester for his grandpa’s death, but it was unfortunate that he died. and it was also a little bit unfortunate that he had to take college off for a bit, but actually, it was a blessing in disguise. Zack had always had a nice way of connecting with people, and in selling things you really had to have that. so, he wasn’t even trying sometimes and could get people to trade stuff with him and what not. plus, he had the personality to do it if you really thought about it. so that was also a good thing. and that’s probably one of the reason’s he stayed as a merch person. and because he’s got a bet going, so really, he had to sell, sell, and sell.

Zack let out a yawn before answering his brother. “eh, if you want me to leave I will. I can tell when I’m not wanted.” he said, a smile still on his face, totally not hurt about this. he knew that his brother needed alone time, and he also knew that his brother was just kidding. sometimes zack would love alone time as well, seeing as everyone needed it to just collect their thoughts and get shit done. it was harder for him to do something important if he was with someone fun and who would not let him get his work done. but actually, he was thinking about getting his hair cut. maybe just a trim, seeing as it was getting extra hot outside now that they were in vegas. And this city produced extra heat every day. even at night it was damn near 90 degrees. Yeah, that was freaking hot if you asked him.

The boy knew that he was a bit thicker than his brother, and there was nothing wrong with that, seeing as jester could really eat all he wanted and not gain a pound. Where as if zack ate he would gain five. that is, if he over ate. so his whole life he had to be careful about what he ate and when. he never ate past six, and he always had some kind of veggie or fruit if he could with dinner and to snack on. but of course there were days where he just said fuck it and ate when he wanted and what he wanted. like yesterday, he nearly cleared out the whole snack part of the fridge. not that he meant to really, he was just so hungry. it really could not be helped though. when he was bored he also ate. he just needed to say no to food all together and maybe this weight thing would not be that big of a deal.

He never knew though why he couldn’t just receive that gene from his mother, jester did. but ah well, there was no use fretting over it now. twenty two years later he’s never been chunky, and he could probably stay skinny for the rest of his life too, it would just take some work, which zack really did not like but whatever, again. “I would but I just love food too much. we should have a lock on that fridge, they’re taunting me. eat me zack, eat meeeeee.” he said in a dramatic voice. it would figure that he got the shitty end of the deal. like, what the hell? he wished he would have gotten his mom’s genes. but unfortunately, he got his fathers. Lovely. so he just brushed his thick hair out of his face and sighed. ah, why was the world so cruel? or, at least it was cruel to him.

If you really thought about it though, zack was the one who was supposed to be picking on jester. It was just the standard code for siblings. the oldest picked on the middle or youngest, the middle picked on the next youngest and so on and so forth. and since it was only zack and jester that meant that zack was supposed to pick on jester. Of course, this was sometimes switched, and he sometimes found it amusing, and sometimes he did not. what happened to tradition yeah? not like old day traditions where zack would probably have about two kids by this age and married to some girl who was half his age, but as in code of siblings. eh, this was probably all just going to his head. sure enough, most siblings just bossed each other around, regardless of their ages.

But now jester was talking about how agnus and zack were racing. And actually, it was pretty fun. “yes we are. we’ll probably be doing this for a while.” he said matter of factly. zack was actually determined to beat her. although she had the advantage because she was a girl, she was pretty and she had that spark you know? but if there was one good thing about zack it was the fact that he was a determined boy. very determined indeed. then he started to talk again and zack laughed, shaking his head. “I know, what can I say I’m a lady’s man.” he stood up and did a twirl, obviously over doing it. but nah, not like he cared really. but his little dance was interrupted when jester asked for food. “what do I look like a chef?” he asked, throwing his hands up in defeat. “okay, okay. but you owe me.” he told him, walking to the kitchen and getting everything ready.

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Life was a funny thing; it threw curve balls at people and made them into something that they weren't. After the accident, Jester had never really been the same. When he was a young boy, he was so carefree and quick witted. He was a lot more upbeat than he was now. Not that Jester wasn't a fun person to be around anymore, but he had things that were wrong with him that he could never change now. He'd be spending the rest of his life with insomnia and night terrors; he'd continue to blame himself for the loss of the most important person in his life. However, he couldn't really do anything about it, now could he? No, he really couldn't. See, Jester was going to have to live with the side effects of the accident that had nearly cost him his life; the one that took his grandfather from him.

There are plenty of horrible things in the world, but to Jester, and anyone else that has or will be in his situation, the worst thing that could ever happen is to be the only survivor of a fatal accident. That was why his life was changed. He'd survived and his grandfather hadn't. Everyone told him he was really lucky, and Jester knew that his grandfather would have wanted it to be this way, anyway. While the boy didn't spend his days just waiting for the time that he was going to die, he'd vowed to live every day like it was going to be his last. Never really getting enough sleep, or waking up in a cold sweat, Jester lived his day-to-day life as though nothing had ever gone wrong. He acted as though things were perfectly normal in his mind, and that his body functioned properly, allowing him to become this energetic ball of whatever it was that people seemed to call him. But, still, the person people saw wasn't the person that he was.

Zack was the only person on the tour that really knew Jester; he knew everything about him, everything that he'd ever been through. That was his best friend, his older brother. The relationship between the two of them was actually extremely important to the younger boy, because without Zack he didn't think that he would be able to do what he was doing. Sure, he loved music, he wouldn't give it up for the world, but that was a lie. There was the Jester that the world saw, which wasn't truthful. It was just a young boy coated in sugar for the world to eat up in order to hide away in a shell that would protect him from painful memories. But, it made him stronger to have his brother on tour with him, even if they did get into a little argument here or there about something stupid, he would probably be a mess from time to time if he didn't have his brother there; Jester used Zack as a tool for helping him cope with everything that was going on in his life. He was there to get him through all the hard times and help him with the confusion, and, occasionally, baby him by making him food.

He would say that his brother knew him probably like the back of his hand, because that was how Jester felt about Zack. Sure, there may have been five years of Zack's life that Jester didn't get to witness, while his brother was there to watch him grow up, but Jester liked to think he knew Zack as well as he knew himself. That's why the two knew when the other needed to be left alone, and what to do to be able to cheer the other up; it was a pretty good compromise if one were to really think about it. So, Jester simply smiled at his older brother, resting his head back on the couch, knowing that he wasn't going to leave. Sometimes the best thing for Jester when he was in one of those moods where he was really silent was to simply have someone around. And, to be completely honest, Jester wouldn't want anyone other than Zack to be there with him, because he was cheerful.

Jester wouldn't really say that his brother was weird, but he would say that he was a little bit awkward to be around from time to time. He seemed to do strange things that amused Jester to know end. There was also his brother's strange love for chicken, which Jester didn't really understand all that much, but he put up with it. Either way, having Zack around made him feel safe and like he was at home wherever he was. Perhaps that was the point of having a family in the first place; there had to be someone there that was going to make a person feel like they were on top of the world. There was someone that was going to make the person feel comfortable and like they were part of something bigger than just a group; family was the center of everything in Jester's life. That was why it was good that Zack was there, because without his brother, he didn't know if he, at seventeen, could be away from home for so long without having any contact with any member of his immediate family.

"Yes, of course because food always talks! Like, when you see a chicken at a farm, Zack!"

[/color] Jester laughed at the joke that he was going to make; a lot of his jokes had to do with Zack's love for chicken. "They're always there, as they're eating their feed, and you're staring at them, and then they look up, you make eye contact with the chicken, you grin and the chicken just screams 'Please kill me right now so that this lovely fellow can eat me!"[/color] Jester smiled. It was completely corny, and maybe a little bit stupid, but he trusted that his brother would at least amuse him by laughing along with him, even if it really wasn't funny at all. Wasn't that what people were supposed to do anyway? It was nice to humor a person by laughing at their jokes even if they were stupid and not really funny at all. Although, then the person might find these types of things to be acceptable, which could cause more problems for them in the long run. And, well, no person in the world wants to be known as someone who cracks jokes all the time, when they aren't even a little bit funny; actually, those are probably the most annoying kinds of people because rather than amusing a person, they just make everyone confused.

The way he treated his brother rather amused the younger boy, actually. He thought it was extremely funny to push the other male's buttons. However, he knew when to stop, mostly because Zack kind of scared him when he was angry. And Jester didn't like to start a fight, because they made him feel really bad, so he generally tried to stay away from the buttons which would make Zack angry. Mind, while everyone thought that Jester was this completely innocent sweetheart (which he was) that would never do anything to hurt anybody in their whole entire life, they didn't get to see the devious side of him. This side of Jester was really only shown to people that he was extremely close to; like Zack, for example. His older brother would often feel his wrath when he pulled little pranks on him, and he even had a little devious laugh that he made, which was something he didn't often do on film.

Anyway, Jester was glad that Zack had made a friend like Agnus, because she kept him on his toes. It was good to know that the older boy actually had a social life outside of him working and spending time with his younger brother. Because, sure, even Jester loved to spend time with his older brother, but he liked to get away from time to time. That was the good thing about having friends; they let you get away. If he didn't have other people to go see, Jester imagined that he and Zack might get bothered by one another and then that wouldn't be very good. It was just like the fact that he didn't spend too much time around the band all the time. He was friends with them, of course, but Jester had friends in other positions and bands as well. "That's good, because the more merch you sell, the more money we make! And, to make myself seem less greedy, it means that there are more people out there that like us, and that you get to talk to."[/color] Jester said with a grin. His brother then mentioned him being a ladies' man, and Jester stared at him with a serious look on his face; his expression was completely blank. He then burst out laughing, shaking his head at the older male. "That's a great joke, Zack! Really, I loved it!"[/color]

He was clearly just teasing the other boy, but it was something that he found to be rather amusing, actually. He stared at his brother as he did a little dance. Those were the types of things that Zack did which made Jester say that Zack was a little bit awkward. The again, when in an awkward situation, he could always count on Zack to add a little bit of humor so that the situation wasn't really all that awkward anymore; oh the perks of having him for an older brother! Anyway, he looked at his brother, who asked if he looked like a chef, and he shook his head. "No, you don't; you just look like a guy who really wants to cook for his tired younger brother!"[/color] he smirked. Then Zack said that he owed him, and Jester shook his head. "Let's just say this is you paying me back for all the times I did things for you!"[/color] he said, sprawling himself on the sofa. Jester looked at the TV that they had on the bus, and then looked over to Zack who was in the kitchen. "When you're done, let's play that Pokemon game we bought!"[/color]


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Zack really did not mind if people poked fun at him. sure, his brother did it more than anyone reZackary knew that the accident had changed his brother. it was sort of easy to see, seeing as he had known him since he was born. and it was pretty sad, because zack always thought that the accident was not his fault. he wasn’t sure who or what had caused it, but he believed that it wasn’t jester. And maybe he was giving him the benefit of the doubt, but he felt that deep down he was right. and it was sad that such a traumatic experience could really change someone in the blink of an eye. now, he still was not fun and he still picked on poor zack and vice versa, but still. maybe the change was not as apparent now, since he was so used to his brother being this way. not that this way was bad because he was still fun and spunky. It just seemed that he was more cautious maybe? he didn’t know what the word was, but he could for sure tell a difference.

It was sad that jester had to go through that and not zack. in all actuality, he wished that it would have been him, just to save his brother’s innocence a bit. he was a kid, he shouldn’t have to be reminded that bad things tended to happen to good people. but, as it was, sometimes kids had to learn this fast, although it would have been nice if he just broke his arm instead of their grandfather dying. but the world and life and death and all that great stuff worked in very mysterious ways you know? not that he was some holy preacher or anything, but still. but he guessed that this was enough on dwelling on things that were beyond anyone’s control. there really was nothing that anyone could have done about it, and it seemed that that much was for sure. he was sure that if they avoided the accent, old age would have to take him eventually. the only good thing about that was at least old age wasn’t painful. But he died on impact, so there could not have been much pain for that kind of experience.

But he guessed that he had someone that he could relate to on tour. jester really knew zack. like, in the way that he could tell when someone was off when he was faking, and he could fake pretty well you know? and zack had a pretty good idea on jester as well. if jester was not here he probably would not even had a job, because jester was probably a big part in the reason why he was the merch guy right now. you see, he might still have gotten it, but connections were so much more important than anything else right now. and zackary knew that, seeing as he had taken plenty of business classes and had heard big CEO’s talking because, well he was a little bit nosy. if he did not have this job, he probably would have gone to school to become a big shot. he was not sure what was so appealing to living the life with fancy cars, big houses and being able to swim in money, but something about it made him all giddy inside. but he could put that on hold, because he was having a lot of fun as it was right now, and that’s all that mattered to him.

The boy was no dummy either, he knew that jester knew him like he knew himself. possibly better even. that was how it was supposed to be with siblings though, and that’s how he hoped it would stay until they died. but even after he hoped it would stay that way. it would be sad if they ever stopped talking. and zack really hoped that was not the case, because he needed his brother sometimes. zack was not always strong you know, he did have those points where he wanted nothing more than to just let out all his frustrations and kill something or someone. not that he would ever have the guts to do that, because jail was not appealing to the boy at all, but still. and the fact that jester knew that he was frustrated or angry or mad or whatever made it actually quite easier to let those emotions out in positive ways. and that was all fine and dandy with him because he got to avoid jail and vent out his feelings. it was a win / win.

Something, though, zack wondered if people were actually weirded out by his nonsense. sure, he was not exactly ‘normal’ but there were definitely weirder people sitting around in this world. and he thought that making funny faces and producing funny noises were hilarious. especially if it was an accident and he did not mean to do it. those were always the best. and then his love for a certain bird that people called chicken was pretty weird to some, but not to zack. it was just like people and their taco obsessions. Which, by the way, were not as good as they were cracked up to be. they were just bread with meat really. anyone could make that and call it food. and when they degraded chicken by putting it in there as well, oh man was zack not pleased. he just did not see the appeal to something that was literally a heart attack in a bun. but maybe it was just him. actually, it seemed like it was just him because the rest of the word loved it. he did not understand why, but oh well.

Zack smirked at jester. Ha, ha very funny mister comedian. “of course! chickens are asking me to eat them when they get cooked. So that’s why I must always have chicken. I can’t just disrespect the dead.”

[/color] he said in a serious face. well, for a little bit. then he grinned and continued to sit there, letting his body relax against the couch. it was nice to be able to relax in the nice air. the past few days have been pretty hot, and he hated the heat. sure, he worked in it, but it was just so damn hot. and even though it was easy to get used to, it was still unbearable you know? and there was only so much clothing you could take off before it just got to the point where you were only in your underwear and could not go any further. indecent exposure was not something he wanted to get arrested for you know. and then the next statement made him laugh for a couple seconds before he nodded. “exactly! they know that I must eat them in order to survive. it’s like they know that I’ll be sad if they don’t get to be eaten by me.”[/color] he said, not even sure where he was going with that last statement, but hey whatever.

He always knew that his brother was pushing his buttons in a playful manner. That’s probably why he hardly got frustrated with the boy. it didn’t really matter that he was doing it on purpose per say, it was kind of amusing. He loved sarcastic conversations and they really made him laugh. especially when they were beyond hilarious. plus, sarcasm was just his thing. he always loved to use it, especially on people who thought that they knew everything so they would always try to prove him wrong. zack was not stupid, people had to get that through their head. he actually paid attention back in school you know. he was not an idiot, he wanted to succeed thank you very much. it was important to him to be able to say that he was no longer a bum living with his parents and stealing their money. he did not really know why but it just was important to him. so that was that.

The boy was generally a people person. he loved to hang with people, talk with them, laugh with them among other things. so the fact that him and agnus were pretty much best friends shouldn’t have surprised anyone. they were kind of alike in a sense, usually though she was a lot more appreciative towards stupid people. he was not, he hated stupid people. their lack of knowledge made him want to bash his head against a bathtub faucet, and that would definitely leave a mark. But beyond that were alike in personalities. And plus, she really helped him boost his sales, seeing as they were in a competition that zack was determined to win. no matter what. “yep. so this is really a blessing, besides I’ve so got this in the bag.”[/color] eh, at least he was confident right? confidence was key into everyting zack figured, so he definitely had a lot of it to go around. he could probably give it all to the whole Russian race and still have enough to give them seconds, he was that confident. Sometimes. but he frowned at his brother’s joke. hah! As if. Some girls thought he was pretty good looking. he was hit on from time to time. maybe not as much as the band members but hey, it had to count for something. “you are just jealous. I get to flirt with girls all day long. ah this is the life.”[/color] he leaned back, his legs now on the coffee table and his hands behind his head, just resting there, a nice smile on his face. what a silly man.

Obviously jester was teasing zack, that much he knew. he was no dummy, he knew when jester was one hundred percent serious and when he was only kidding around. and zack was pretty sure that he was kidding now. it was like, a ninety nine point nine percent that he was joking, so he knew. but he really did not want to get up and bake or cook. He was lazy right now, that was the gist of it. he wanted to sleep or just lay around or something. but being the nice guy he groaned and stood up, regretting this already. “fine, fine. but only because I’m hungry too.”[/color] he told him, his stomach grumbling in complaint. Welp, it looked like he just got suckered into cooking. How the hell did that work out for him? but he just sighed and went straight for the kitchen, not even knowing what they had to cook.




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