Post by caitlyn8 on Jul 31, 2010 12:42:57 GMT 10
she is the saint of all the sinners
The sunlight filtering in through the window didn’t bother Jackie as much as it usually did. That was probably because she didn’t have a hangover, but her head still hurt. Walking around in the dark trying to find something wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had. Nobody who was normal would’ve done something like that in a bus that looked like a bomb had gone off in it. Stuff was everywhere, and Jackie being the person she was, she’d fallen over and hit her head, really, really hard. Well, she might’ve not even fallen over. Maybe she’d just walked into a wall. Which wouldn’t really surprise her, she once ran into a glass door when she was younger. And anyway, it was pitch black in the bus so it wouldn’t have been that hard to do something stupid like that. She sighed, and heaved herself off her bed, still not properly awake, and made her way to the bathroom. This time, she made sure she flicked on the light switch – she really didn’t want a repeat of last night, because that really hurt.
The only upside to today was the fact that it was a Saturday, meaning that crew people, aside from the merch people had the entire day to themselves, as Saturday performances were always later than any of the others. So, as she turned on the shower, she made the decision to take the time to explore Vegas, she hadn’t really been out and about much yet. Or out and about when she wasn’t so drunk she couldn’t see and when it wasn’t pitch black at night, which it usually was when she came back from various places. She cautiously put a hand under the water, testing the temperature. Why she did that was beyond her, any normal person would’ve remembered the fact that the shower on the Kickstart My Heart bus had only two temperatures. Scorching hot and freezing cold. Jackie turned down the heat a bit, and tried to shower as fast as she could in the freezing water. Not that the water being freezing was a bad thing, as it was quite warm outside, and the cold water was somewhat refreshing. After her shower, she set about trying to find an outfit that looked somewhat decent, and that she wouldn’t overheat in. She eventually settled for a pair of leggings under her denim shorts and a tank top that appeared to be clean. She grabbed a muesli bar and her sunglasses off the bench, not bothering to leave a note as to where she was, she’d be back in time to set up, or so she hoped. If she was late to set up, her manager would probably kill her. And Jackie liked being alive. You could do things when you were alive, you didn’t really see dead people walking around doing stuff. Dead people stay in coffins and whatever else. Well, he wouldn’t kill her. Maybe fire her? And she really didn’t want to lose her job, apparently she was good at it, and she liked being on tour. Sure, she may not like the cramped bus she had to call her home, but tour was fun, with lots of different people on it, all brought together by music. Some of them weren’t in the music part of the tour, but they still liked music. Who didn’t like music? Jackie knew that if she didn’t have music, her life would be a rather boring life to live.
As she opened the door, she realised it wasn’t that warm out, but it was warm enough. Jackie preferred the cold…well, she liked the warm, it meant she could go swimming. Just she was more of an autumn type weather person. She liked mild weather, when it wasn’t too hot, but it wasn’t too cold to go swimming. Speaking of swimming, that’s what the dark haired girl felt like doing, but she realised that she’d have to go back and put on her swimsuit, and she really couldn’t be bothered. Instead, she settled for walking to the beach, stopping at the refreshment stand on the way to buy a smoothie. What? She was thirsty, and it wasn’t good to be dehydrated, because then you get headaches, and Jackie’s head was sore enough already.
Approaching the beach, the girl spotted someone she thought she knew sitting in the sand, looking out at the ocean. Walking closer, she realised it was someone off the tour, just she couldn’t quite remember their name.
“Hey.” Jackie spoke, sitting down next to the person. Well, if they didn’t want to talk to her, they could just get up and leave, couldn’t they?
word count; around 770. warning, my post lengths vary, so don't feel like you have to write a gigantic post in reply (:
tag, you're it; whoever wants it.
outfit; click!
notes; it's crap, and yeah. a bit rambly, too.
muse; great, better than it's been.
mood; pretty good.
lyrics; a mix of paramore and green day <3
credit; scream your heart out. @ caution, aka, me. credit for the image goes to sawyer (: