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Post by coryannematthews on Jul 10, 2010 6:02:05 GMT 10
 hit me out of nowhere like a car crash on the street
suddenly c o l l i d i n g into me - - - -- - - HOW CAN THIS FEEL SO BAD WHEN YOU SEEM SO GOOD FOR ME? ) Taking a seat at a deserted table, Claire pushed the blonde hair out of her eyes. The day was hot and her head was pounding. Claire couldn’t remember what she had don’t this morning, but it wasn’t uncommon. It happened to her a lot. Moving past that was easy, but Claire wished she had someone to share the day with. It got quiet lonely on the road.
She had just ordered a soft serve vanilla ice cream with gummy bears and ressee’s peanut butter cups. The funny thing was, she didn’t even really want the ice cream. Claire picked at the gummy bears and chocolate and smiled. Candy was the one thing that made Claire happy when she was alone and the mixture she got hit the spot perfectly.
Pushing the melted ice cream around her bowl, she glanced around the open area. There were fans, band members and crew like herself roaming around. Claire didn’t have anything to do for the day and had no idea if there was anything happening. Sure, she had to go to the merch tent later in the day, but that wasn’t her job.
Claire tossed the bowl into the trash next to her and leaned back in the chair she was in. Stretching a bit, she pulled her sketch pad out of her purse. It was one of her small ones but she figured something would come to mind. Maybe she would be able to think of some new design for Falling Down Hill. It’s been a while since she drew something up. Flipping to a blank page, she passed drawings signed by Cory and Caden. Laughing a bit, she couldn’t help but find it funny that all three of them liked to draw. They all had different techniques though. While Claire’s were bright and bubbly, Cory’s were dark and sinister and Caden’s were sort of just random.
TAG Ransom!
WORD COUNT a little over 300
NOTES hope its good for you!!
OUTFIT isn’t she pretty!
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0! lyrics @ hey monday
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Post by RANSOM PARKER on Jul 11, 2010 3:49:07 GMT 10
Ransom really did not like the heat. well, scratch that. he did not mind heat per say, but he just did not enjoy humidity. And it’s not like he had to worry about his hair anything since he just sort of brushed it out and it took a mind of it’s own after that, but it was the fact that the heat made everything and everyone miserable. he hated being miserable, so walking around the tour grounds right after a show was probably not a good thing either, seeing as he was sort of sweaty from all that good playing he did. but he still felt gross. he felt gross and he was hungry. he was going to get something to eat first though before he showered. and plus, he had all day to shower, seeing as he always put on an extra few layers of deodorant when he played a show, so whatever. it was all good for now, until a few hours when it would start to fade.
He pushed his red hair out of his face while he made his way towards the food stand. he was starving as his stomach begged him for some food. okay, okay, so maybe he had not ate since last night but that was usually what he did. he usually had enough energy for two people in the morning because he had a daily ritual of coffee and what not. god how he loved coffee, and he should have some later because, well it was just good. then he fixed his little tie thing that he had on, seeing as his wardrobe was really obscure and random, and then he wished he would have changed. it was just too hot for all this layering, but he was already out in the open so it made no sense to just go change randomly and come back for another long walk. he was sorry, but he was generally lazy when it came to that kind of stuff.
Once he reached the stand he ordered a chocolate and vanilla ice cream sprinkled with oreo cookies. Whoever thought to put them on ice cream really was a genius that deserved a holiday. he did not know how people did it, but they really invented the best foods on the planet. while he waited he grabbed a spoon and just kind of shoved it in his mouth and started to chew it just so he would have something to do. see, ransom liked to be entertained at all times, and if that meant doing weird stuff then so be it.
Once his ice cream was handed to him he noticed that all the seats were taken pretty much, which meant that he was going to have to share with someone else. he sighed and walked over to where a blonde girl was holding a sketch book of some kind. “I don’t mean to be a creeper, but can I sit here?” he asked, hoping that she said okay. and she did seem familiar though, so maybe he had seen her before and never noticed, seeing as it was a tour and thousands of people passed by a day. ah well, whatever. he just wanted to dig in and pronto.
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Post by coryannematthews on Jul 14, 2010 9:35:02 GMT 10
hit me out of nowhere like a car crash on the street
suddenly c o l l i d i n g into me - - - -- - - HOW CAN THIS FEEL SO BAD WHEN YOU SEEM SO GOOD FOR ME? ) Claire looked up a bit surprised as a male voice asked if he could sit down at her table. She was not expecting someone to join her but she was happy that the boy wanted to sit with her. He was very attractive and looked like he belonged on the tour. Maybe he was. It wasn’t uncommon for Claire to run into other band members on the tour. However, it was usually Caden that attracted people’s attention and this was not something Claire was used to. She wasn’t going to object though, especially when it was a guy like this.
Smiling, Claire nodded at him. “Don’t worry, it’s not creeper like. I would love if you sat down.” Laughing a bit, Claire continued doodling on the page. It wasn’t anything for the band but she didn’t know what to draw. Without really realizing what she was doing, she started sketching an outline of the boy in front of her. Claire loved drawing people and it just came naturally to her. She kept glancing up to take in his features and was stunned that he could be wearing so many shirts. They went together well but it was so hot out. Luckily, his desert could help him cool off a bit and it helped that the table was in the shade.
“So, Mr. Oreos,” Claire said peeking at the boy’s ice cream. “What brings you here alone?” Seeing as how she didn’t know who he was, she decided to label him by what he was eating. Hesitating, Claire knew she had to introduce herself. “I’m…uhh…Cory, by the way. What does you go by, gorgeous?” Giggling a bit at herself, Claire was surprised she was being so outgoing. It was definitely not usual for her to be acting this way. She wasn’t going to worry about it though.
TAG Ransom!
WORD COUNT 306
NOTES(:
OUTFIT same as before
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0! lyrics @ hey monday
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Post by RANSOM PARKER on Jul 18, 2010 13:40:27 GMT 10
Ransom was glad that the girl did not find him to be creepy. That would probably be pretty bad if he got ‘certified creeper’ on his record, you know? it’s not like his record was in any way thick. it was pretty pathetic actually for a man of his age. usually kids had records that would be tarnished after turning eighteen, but ransom really has not done anything to grant him that little tidbit. It’s probably a good thing, but sometimes it got a bit embarrassing. especially when girls said they were into bad boys. Well, ransom was definitely not a bad boy, but couldn’t he pretend? Eh whatever, he would have this conversation with someone else later. so he sat down, a smile on his face as the wind blew his orange hair around his face. that annoyed him slightly, but there was nothing that he could do about that. hair cut was a big no no in his book, definitely not happening.
When she started to spoke he smirked at the nickname that she had called him. hm, mister oreo. That really did not sound like that bad of a nickname actually. “so ms. sketch.” he replied, seeing that she had been drawing him for the past few minutes. or, at least that’s what it looked like she was doing. he wondered if she was brilliant at it or if she was one of those people who thought that she could draw but really sucked. she did not look like the type to do that though, so he assumed that she was pretty nifty at it. then she asked another question and he shrugged at first, before taking another bite of his ice cream. “I just figured might as well, seeing as it’s a hot day and I’m starving.” he rubbed his stomach, which was covered by a fest and a tie and a white button down shirt, then continued to eat the yummy food.
Then she introduced herself and he smiled. cory, that was a nice name. “I’m ransom. at your service.” he bowed his head for a second. ugh, his name. “do I get to see when you’re done? he asked, pointing his spoon at her sketch book. he really wanted to see what he looked like drawn. It was sort of a mystery thing, and he wondered if he would look the same, just without color of course. it was intriguing to him. the breeze blew by again, causing ransom to squint his eyes. they sort of got really dry if the wind kept hitting them, so yeah, he would rather look silly than have dry eyes any day.
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Post by coryannematthews on Jul 23, 2010 7:23:44 GMT 10
hit me out of nowhere like a car crash on the street
suddenly c o l l i d i n g into me - - - -- - - HOW CAN THIS FEEL SO BAD WHEN YOU SEEM SO GOOD FOR ME? ) Claire giggled a bit when Ransom called her Ms. Sketch and introduced himself. It was ironic because he would never know who she was at anytime. Nobody on tour knew about her and she didn’t really plan on telling anyone anytime soon. It wasn’t something she could just come out and say. The last person she told sent her to a therapist.
Reaching over, Claire stole a cookie off of his ice cream. “Nice to meet you Sir Ransom!” Laughing, Claire munched on the oreo and returned to her drawing. “Thanks for joining! The day was getting pretty boring if you haven’t noticed by now.” She didn’t know why she felt so comfortable around him. Claire was usually a very quiet girl but she wanted to talk and get to know him.
Claire had left his eyes for last. She loved the way they looked and finished them with great concentration. With a shy smile on her face, she looked up at the boy in front of her and scribbled her name in bubbly letters in the corner. “Now… it’s just a quick one so it’s not the best…” Clare said sliding her notepad over to him. “I hope you like it. I don’t often show people my drawings.”
Getting nervous after passing over the notepad, her eyes went wide when she realized what she did. Extending her hand a little bit she went to go grab it back but thought twice and retracted her hand. Placing it on her lap, she let her gaze rest on the bottom of her drawing. The bubbly letters were taunting her. Why would she be so stupid to write her name on there when she said she was
Cory? This was one of the biggest mistakes she has made in a while.
“Anyways! Claire began, hoping to distract the gorgeous guy in front of her. She pushed her hair out of her eyes as it fell forward and adjusted herself in her seat. “What are your plans for the day? It’s beautiful out. You must have something planned?”
TAG Ransom!
WORD COUNT 350
NOTESsorry for the wait
OUTFIT same as before
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0! lyrics @ hey monday
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Post by RANSOM PARKER on Jul 30, 2010 2:37:25 GMT 10
The good thing about meeting new people that had no idea about you was you could be anyone you wanted. you could be the presidents son for all they knew. and sometimes ransom liked to make up stories to see who would believe him and who wouldn’t. of course, he wouldn’t do anything that extreme, because that would be pretty unbelievable. And the big point was to be believable. If you did not believe it, they would not either. and then there would go that whole entire lie, and all that effort would be for nothing. but ransom would probably just come clean with everything if she wanted to know. he was not very proud of his past or his mother, but he loved her either way. he had to, it was in the unwritten rules of life.
He had to agree though, the day was getting pretty boring. and it was not even that late out and he was already bored. usually the good and awesome things happened after dark though, so he would probably have to wait a bit until something interesting came up. like maybe a party or something, whichever. Usually now it was just parties, but occasionally there’d be a nice video game war, or something of the sort. “yep, boring indeed.” he agreed with her, not sure what he was going to do to pass the time. ransom really hated when the days got like this, really he did. he hated when he had to find something to do. so he pushed his hair out of his face once more, annoyed to death by it. it was definitely time for a trim, probably tomorrow. it just depended on other things.
But ransom was really excited to see how his picture turned out. it was not every day that a pretty girl wanted to draw his face you know, so it was really awesome that she just did it without even mentioning it. it seemed to be more real that way anyways. like, it seemed to be more caught in the moment then if she told him to pose and drew him. but to her it was probably more annoying because he was not one that was able to sit still for very long periods of time. he could sit still for about ten minutes, but that was it. no more, no less.
Actually though, he liked what he saw. sometimes there were people who were not so good at drawing but pretended that they were the best thing since Picasso. But she was actually pretty good. he really liked it, believe it or not. so he smiled at her and handed her notebook back “it’s actually really well done. I quite like it.” he said, nodded at her, a sincere smile on his face. now if only he could draw like that eh?
Ransom did not really know what he was going to do. maybe he would go swimming a bit later, around when the sun was close to setting. And definitely kill some zombies in his zombie video games. he liked those the most, maybe because when you got frustrated you could kill some and not feel bad, seeing as they were coming after you with their teeth. so he shrugged, getting ready to tell her all this. “I don’t know really. I might go swimming. but I will for sure be playing some zombie video games. that’s the way to go.” and cute the thumb to go up for a few seconds. silly boy. “what about you?” he asked, returning the question to her now.
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