Post by marco on Jun 22, 2010 9:15:27 GMT 10
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Stars filled the black sheet people called the night sky. Planets were hidden in the darkness, only visible by those who cared enough to view the spectacular other planets through a large telescope. Thin, tiny clouds drifted by, making no attempt to cover up the shunning moon, that casted any light it could down on to the earth. The air sent chills through beings who wandered through the streets of the town.
Low tunes filled the the bar with background music, the only audible segment of the piece was the loud pounding of the bass, and often the sound of the vocalist hitting the perfect high note. A buzz of mashed up chatter clashed with the sound of the music, making it next to impossible to tell what anyone was saying. Drunks hung on to their seats with the attempt of proving to themselves that they were sober, but their vision was making the world spin like an amusement park ride, lights mixed together and stung their eyes while they tried to keep focus. Woman who wore little to less clothing flirted shamelessly, giggling until their face went red because they thought they were charming when they acted dumb. The room wasn't filled, but there was enough people there to at least pass on that there was a crowd.
A tall boy walked in, body thin and bony, his slenderness being visible as his black button up dress short clung to his pasty white skin, as well as his black skinnies, the tips of his white underwear were visible if one were to lift his shirt because he refused to wear a belt. They irrated him, there was something about the rope like accessory that made him feel as though his body was being tied to something that followed him around everywhere he went. His bleach white hair was left messy and unkept, visible that he made no attempt to pay any attention to it. His light blue eyes scanned the room in curiosity, eyes lingering in those giggling blonde females that had one drink too much, while he licked the inside of his mouth in excitement.
Marco was quite the boy to see, model worthy in many ways. He thought of himself as a lion. Lions appeared as beautiful and powerful creatures, but the only way they could keep hold of their power was with their confident and thundering bellow. Their claws were their weapons, and Marco's careless ways was his. Powerful with his eyes, and strong with his confident walk, he enjoyed making people intimidated by him. Striking them as the boy with ADHD, then fooling them by showing his playful, mischevious and flirty side. And he walked with pure confidence, nose held high. He showed how little he feared of the humans that surronded him, and he wanted their tiny little minds to comprehend that.
Marco sat in a stool gracefully, running his long, bony fingers through his nearly white hair, as a satisfied sigh escaped him thin pale lips. His eyes glanced down the bar, landing on a small group of strinkingly attractive men, they resembled those that you'ld see on a college football league, their muscles visible through their shirts, and the way they talked loudly they seemed to have that confident jock ways. Marco grinned seductively in their direction. As he thought, at least one of them gave him a second look. The boy was probably curious, locking his gaze with the certain eyes of Marco. The jock dragged his eyes away, carrying on with his conversation, and Marco let out a soft chuckle as he went to picking out which drink he wanted.
Marco's day had dragged on and on. It started off with his energized body hopping excitedly out of his bunk, followed up by him shoving food down his throat. He wandered outside into the heat, his body not really minding it for he was only wearing a pair of boxers. For his own amusement, he had grabbed a hose, washing himself down with it, shivering as the cold liquid went against his skin, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight like a board. He ventured back to the bus, changing into a band tee, and the pants he wore now. The show went on after that, fans watching as the tall boy paced back and forth amoungst the stage, often making sexual motions, to excite the crowd. But from then on, that was pretty much it. He may have stuck around a merch tent, and flirted with the odd groupie, but that was the same old, same old. Now he was seated on a stool inbetween a a drunken man most likely having a mid-aged crisis, and a woman who was spending her night complaining about her husband, while she fitted in a flirt here and there to the bar tender. What a night it would be.
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WORD COUNT: 816
STATUS: Done!
SONG: Down The Rabbit Hole - Adam Lambert
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