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Post by des on Jun 26, 2010 11:29:17 GMT 10
Gideon awoke that morning, earlier than usual. He groaned, pushing himself up onto his knees. He glanced to his right to see a brunette sleeping peacefully beside him. After what he went through the passed few days, he decided to let out his frustrations out on some fan girls. This one seemed to want to linger a bit longer. He raked a hand through his bi-colored hair and slid out of his bunk. He looked around, seeing that Marco and Gage's bunks were empty. He had woken up early and was still last to wake up. He didn't even glance at Lucas', knowing that he was probably up too. It was about 11am so he figured everyone was already up. He figured the brunette would get the hint and leave when she woke up.
He walked around the bunk area, collecting clothes for the day. He took a quick shower, dried off, and dressed. He was dressed in an old band shirt, light blue skinny jeans and a studded belt. He fixed and teased his hair into the usual messy, spikey fashion. Slipping on a pair of DC shoes, he checked over the bus one last time, then grabbed a pair of black and blue swim trunks, just in case. He had figured he'd visit the beach to relax and blow off some steam. He then stepped off the bus and narrowly avoided a group of fan girls. He wandered off tour grounds and headed into town, trying to find his way toward the beach. He let out a long, loud yawn and finally found the way toward the beach.
He wanted to get away from the drama of the passed few days. It had been made clear that his feelings toward Roxy would never be more than that. She made it clear that a relationship was not in the question. He wanted to try, but they made an agreement to interview whoever the other wanted to date. Gideon wasn't exactly sure he wanted a relationship. If anything, he wanted to experiment just to see if he actually was ready. But who would put themselves up there only to end up being broke down should he come to his senses and realize he was not ready? He shook off the thoughts and stepped onto the pale sand of the beach. He found a spot a mere yard away from where the waves hit the shore.
He dropped down in the sand and quickly ditched his shirt. The sun had been beating down in that general area. He sighed, hating the heat. He had slowly adjusted to it over the years that he'd been in America, but he still loved the cold climate of Finland more than anything. America's seasons were confusing. He was used to a much longer winter. He pulled his long legs up part way and leaned over, resting his forearms on his knees. He watched the waves, trying to figure out what to do from there. He didn't feel like swimming just yet. So he simply sat there with his thoughts. He scanned the beach, looking for familiar faces and possible people to test his experiment on. This was going to be a lot harder than he had thought. tag;; Bailey word count;; 540 muse;; decent[/size] |
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Post by caitlyn3 on Jun 26, 2010 12:20:02 GMT 10
I opened my tour bus door, only to be greeted by the sun. This was what I got for sleeping in. Usually, I’d get up early so the sun wouldn’t be so bright, but, for some reason I’d slept in. I ducked back inside, rummaging around, until I found what I was looking for. My sunglasses. Putting them on, I walked out the door as silently as I could, I had a feeling that the rest of the band would still be sleeping. It actually wasn’t such a bad day outside, and seeing as I was only needed to set up later, I had the morning to do whatever I wanted. I’d already decided I’d go to the beach sometime this morning, because I had my swimsuit on underneath my outfit. Originally, I’d planned to go buy an ice cream and hang out in the park, but I’d soon abandoned that idea, the beach seemed like a much better thing to do.
I walked to the beach, taking my time, and listening to whatever music happened to be playing on my iPod. I got out my phone, and switched the device on, checking for any text messages. Surprisingly enough, there was none. Usually, when I turned it on, there would be over fifty from various people. I walked on, eventually reaching the beach, getting an ice cream on the way. What? I loved ice cream. It was like, the best food since….I didn’t know. A somewhat familiar figure was sitting on the beach. As I approached, I realised it was that…guy from that band, Mess of Me. What did he do in the band again? Drummer…no...lead singer? No...bassist! That was it. It then occurred to me that I couldn’t remember his name…
I decided to sit down next to him, anyway. Surely I’d remember his name eventually.
“Hey.”
[/b] I spoke, sitting down and announcing the fact that I was…well, there. He’d probably think it was weird for some random red-headed girl to just walk up to you and say ‘ hey ’ but to be totally honest, I didn’t give a shit. I was bored, and he just happened to be sitting there, and there were no signs that said ‘ Do not talk to the bassist for Mess of Me, or else, you’ll die. Or be put in jail for the rest of your life ’ , or, I didn’t see any, so there probably wasn’t any. And it was a free country…wasn’t it? [/blockquote]   && tagged ---[/b] Des && words ---[/b] 410. But the word count on here, when there was no coding, said 429... && outfit ---[/b] here! && notes ---[/b] I fail, but I really don't care. I just hope it's good enough. && credit ---[/b] 20shadesOFblack of CAUTION 2.0![/sup][/center] |
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Post by des on Jun 26, 2010 12:40:05 GMT 10
Gideon could have simply dozed off from where he was. There were a few people on the beach, but there was nothing really special going on. The sound of crashing waves relaxed him and soon he found his eyes drifting closed on him. He was still pretty tired from waking up early that morning, so he felt like it was a good time to take a small nap. But before he could really relax, he was jerked back awake by movement and a voice greeting him. His icy blue eyes snapped back open and a small, almost inaudible groan escaped his throat. Really? He sighed quietly and shifted his half lidded gaze toward an awfully energetic redhead. He stared at her in shock and slight irritation. She had seemingly come out of nowhere.
He nodded in acknoledgment. How could she be so energetic at this time in the morning. Then again it was close to noon, but he was a lazy person and slept in til around one. "Hei." He spoke, softly, in his native language. It was Finnish for 'Hey'. He was too tired to force himself to speak english. He simply watched her, trying to figure out who she was, or if he even knew her at all. His icy gaze drifted over her, taking in every detail, wracking his brain. He found nothing, he couldn't remember her from anywhere. He must not have seen her around before. Or maybe he just didn't pay much attention. His gaze drifted back to the ocean and he reached up, rubbing some sleep from his eyes. His usual peircing ghostly blue eyes had faded to a lighter pale blue and were hazed with drowsiness.
Gideon usually wasn't the most talkative or most friendly when he wasn't completely awake. Sure he was awake when he came to the beach, but his drowsiness had caught up with him again. He had been then awaken by a bubbly redhead. "Mitä tahdot?" He asked in his usual deep, rough voice. This meant "What do you want?" in Finnish. He knew she probably wouldn't understand but he didn't feel up to speaking English just yet. He let his gaze drift over the ocean, debating on going in to wake himself up. He shrugged it off for now and replaced his gaze on the redhead. tag;; Bailey word count;; 386 muse;; decent[/size] |
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