Post by caitlyn on Jun 28, 2010 9:36:10 GMT 10
- - - - - - - - -
W O R D S;; 364, no coding, of course.
T A G;; this post is open, for whoever that wants it.
N O T E S;; (: hope it's good.
O U T F I T;; Emma can be seen in this
C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0
- - - - - - - - -
Have you ever had one of those days when all you wanted was to go back to sleep, but you couldn’t? Emma felt like that right now. She couldn’t be bothered moving from her bunk, so she reached underneath her pillow to retrieve her iPod. Her pale fingers clasped around the object, and she pulled her hand out. Damn. Her headphones weren’t there. The dark haired girl made an attempt to untangle herself from her sheets, and, after struggling for a few minutes, she managed to free herself. She got up, and set about trying to find her headphones. She probably woke everyone else in the process, but she really didn’t care. Stumbling around her tour bus in the dark probably wasn’t the best idea, either. It suddenly occurred to Emma that it was a hell of a lot earlier than the time she usually woke up, hence why it was dark outside.
She smiled to herself. For once, she’d managed to get up early. But, all she wanted to do right now, was go back to her bed. Eventually, after much more stumbling around and flicking light switches on and off, she found what she was looking for, and walked back to her bed, grabbing a hoodie as she did so. Before she wrapped herself in her sheets again, she pulled her hoodie over her head.
Emma drifted off to sleep again, her music playing softly in her ears. She was woken again, this time, she knew why. The loud beat of drums was enough to tell her who was up. Tremor.
The dark haired girl resisted the urge to go and strangle the twenty-one year old, but, if he decided to do the same thing tomorrow, she wouldn’t be as merciful.
Putting the headphones back in her ears, she pulled her pillow onto her head, and made a mental note to complain to Camryn, the band’s rhythm guitarist, and Tremor’s sister, about Tremor’s practicing at six am. Emma quickly checked the time on her iPod. Six-thirty am, but it was close enough. Surely Camryn could do something about her brother.
- - - - - - - - - -
