THERE IS SO MUCH AT STAKE . OPEN

[zadyr]

FIGHT IT OR LET IT GO

but i will choose how the day will end !

he had the munchies, and not the kind you get from smoking too much pot. this was the, 'i drank too much last night and haven't eaten in two days so i'm really hungry" munchies. he groaned and grimaced as he crawled out of his uncomfortable bunk. he hated tour buses, loathed them. the worst part about being on tour, in the bassists eyes was sleeping on the bus. raking a hand through his bed head blue locks, he sleepily wandered through the bus in search of his shoes. he wasn't even going to bother with getting fully dressed. with a small and muffled grumble coming from his stomach, zadyr slipped into his white and black checkered vans before walking to the middle of the bus. "mm, food. god i'm so hungry." he mumbled, still half asleep and groggy as he wandered around in search of food.

he munched on some chips and snagged a cup of coffee before yawning and stepping out of the bus. he really hoped there was no press around. he'd really enjoy a few minutes to himself while he smoked a cigarette in his blue plaid flannel pj pants and grey tee shirt. he was a mess, but more so in a normal and less strung up way. he was hung over from the night before, but was for once clean of drugs and wearing only the smudges of last nights eye liner. he probably looked really bad with it darkening his eyes and making him only look paler and sicklier.

pulling out a cigarette and lighter, slender hands lit up and brought the stick to slightly chapped lips. with a steady inhale and exhale, zadyr relished in his few minutes of nothing. it was nice out, or at least where he was standing in the shade made by the bus. if he had to take a stab at the time, he'd put it at around ten thirty in the am. great, he was up early. "damn you stupid stomach, gettin' me up so damn early." he mumbled to himself as he shifted and took another drag. where was everyone? he watched the occasional crew person scuttle by, and he could hear people... but over all it was pretty quiet out. must be the fact that it was really early.

word count: 367
notes: i made a short one, oh snaps.
tag: anyone !


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[yukiko]

Having been awake for a couple hours now, Kiko was... well, awake. She had been the first one up on her bus, and it seemed like she was the first one up out of all the rest of the band members on tour too. Staff always seemed to be awake and running around, so she didn't pay too much attention to them. She probably would have only just gotten up a half hour ago over three hours ago if her iPod hadn't died on her. Since going on tour she hadn't been able to sleep unless there was a constant of music coming from one source or another. And snoring didn't count. Ah well, it was interesting being up before most everyone else.

She had had a coffee and poppy seed muffin for breakfast, and sat around under one of the large tents watching people emerge from the buses to stumble to where ever it was they wanted to go. It didn't seem like many people were hanging around the site that day. Maybe they were going to go sight seeing around Atlanta? Kiko hadn't done it yet. She had thought about it, but she didn't want to go alone. The problem was, she still didn't really know anyone on the tour except her own band mates and she doubted any of them wanted to escort her around the city.

With a sigh she checked the little watch on her charm bracelet. 10:43am. Oh screw it, there was nothing for her to do around there. She could practice... should practice actually, but she really wasn't in the mood to press the little white keys on a keyboard right then. She wanted to get away from anything musical for a little bit. Standing from her spot on the picnic table bench, Kiko straightened her khaki capri's and tugged her worn black t-shirt, that said 'One by one the peguin's steal my sanity' which she had stolen from her brother, back over the top of her pants before making her way to the bus she was temporarily calling 'home'. Plans were to grab her bag, cellphone, and hopefully charged iPod.

Rounding the corner, she nearly smacked into the blue haired bassist who was smoking a cigarette, drinking coffee, and had a bag of chips in his hands. Kiko arched a brow, such a lovely breakfast. Oh well, his choice, not hers. "Morning, Zadyr," she said in a friendly tone to the male, before opening the bus door and hopping up onto the first step.

[zadyr]

FIGHT IT OR LET IT GO

but i will choose how the day will end !

Having finished what he wanted of the chips, Zadyr crouched to lean the bag against his leg so he could more easily balance his coffee mug and his cigarette. He hadn't anticipated it to be so difficult, but hang overs made him sluggish and just slightly more brain dead then he was used to, making it more difficult to perform basic functions. As he was standing back up, balancing his cig between his lips and his coffee in one hand, the young bassist didn't see a figure move into his peripheral vision. But when his brain clicked to her existence, he was a little late. Yukiko nearly bumped him, but came close enough to send a delayed shock and start to his brain. With a little yelp, Zadyr jumped to the side opposite Kiko and nearly dropped his cigarette and spilled his coffee on his hand. With a grimace, he mentally cursed his over exaggerated reaction to her barely touching him and walking by.

With slight strain in his voice, the blue haired youth forced a little smile and nod in Kiko's direction. ”Hey... morning.” The last part was more of a grumble as he switched hands and lightly shook the one with coffee. Mm, great, he thought. But he turned to follow the other into the bus, needing a refill. Knocking the ash off his cig, Zadyr begrudgingly killed it in the small standing ash try by the door to their bus. Without further mourning over it, the blue haired teen followed his band mate into the bus. Wandering in and flopping down on the couch, Zadyr yawned and shifted to get comfortable, mostly just sprawling himself out more. ”We should do something today.” He mused out loud, wondering what they should do.

What should they do? Humming softly to himself, Zadyr set the cup of barely half filled coffee on the cluttered and messy coffee table. Their bus was a mess, but typical if it was almost all boys. Poor Kiko, the only girl and the main sufferer of all their pig sty-ness and practical jokes. Most of the pranks they pull are half planned and they're usually intoxicated, but those are always the most fun, right? He felt bad for the little asian, she barely got enough slack in the band. Lars wasn't always the nicest to her, then again he was barely friendly with Zadyr. He got the feeling Lars regretted taking them into the band, but Zadyr didn't care. He has fun with the group, but Kiko doesn't always. ”We should go out drinking, partying. Something fun.” He frowned lightly, wondering where they should go. He hadn't actually gone out sight seeing in Atlanta yet, but he had gone drinking.... the location of the bars he went to was still a mystery for him. Hmm.

word count: 470
notes: omg kinda dead muse, mostly rambled. xD
tag: kiko !


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[yukiko]

Entering the bus, Kiko walked toward the back where the beds were located, by passing a hunk of clothes that she didn't care to identify who's they where or what they were. But it wasn't like she was the neatest person on the bus... she just tended to keep her mess in her own space and not out in the open. What would all the whorish groupie fan girls think of the guys they worshiped the ground they walked on if they saw the bus looking like that? Might crush their little hearts on ever wanting to marry such slobs. Kiko wondered a moment if the guys did bring girls onto the bus and did... things with them. Eww, and most likely while she was sleeping. She might have to bring that topic up with them later on, and ask them to warn her so she can take a couple blankets and sleep on a picnic table or something.

She heard Zadyr speaking out in the living area of the bus, something about we should do something. Wait, Zadyr wanted to do something with her? Sure, he was nicer to her than the other guys, for the most part anyway, but willingly do something. Kiko remained quiet as she knelt down to her floor-level bunk. She had wanted one of the top ones, but didn't complain. A place to sleep was a place to sleep. She pulled back the drapes. She reached in and grabbed her small black back with her ID, passes, wallet and a couple other things in it that she kept tucked between her pillow and the wall. She then reached around to unplug her iPod. Well, it was mostly charged, it would have to do.

Standing back up, she slung her back over her head and shoulder so that it was hanging at her waist. She then proceeded to move to the kitchen area of the bus.

"We should go out drinking, partying. Something fun."

He said when she reappeared. Kiko frowned as she opened the little fridge and pulled out a can of soda. "Erm... I was going to explore Atlanta..." she told him, setting the can on the counter and popping the top, her brown eyes watching her blue haired band mate. "If your hangover's not that bad, you can come with me. But, the bars are closed, and we're underage. You only get in because you're with the guys." She was the only one who didn't tag along to the rowdy drunken after parties. She did go to a couple, and decided that wasn't for her, so when the plans included getting flat-on-your-ass drunk, she didn't go. Watching her band mate, sitting there in the lull of the aftermath, his head most likely pounding and couldn't think in a straight line even if he tried, she was glad she had made that choice.

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a bottle of assorted pills she had (caffeine, aspirin, and modal XD). She walked toward Zadyr, her can and the bottle in hand, once she was close enough, she tossed the small bottle so that it landed on his lap. "Merry Christmas." She sat down beside him on the couch, resting her head back on the cushions.

[zadyr]

FIGHT IT OR LET IT GO

but i will choose how the day will end !

Zadyr groaned lightly as he rubbed his temples with his four fingers, his palms resting on his currently gaunt cheek bones. His whole face hurt by this point, his head throbbing and pulsing in tempo with his heart beat almost. This was insane, he didn't even think he drank that much last night. Then again, he couldn't remember much of the night before, his memories chopped and muddled, blurred and hazy. Oh great, that was never good if he couldn't even remember where they went. Muttering softly to himself, he closed his eyes and shifted around. Zadyr was pleased with himself at the moment for not changing yet, his pajama pants were really comfortable... he could just fall asleep right here, he thought with a dazed and lazy half smile. Though he was awake again with a small start when he heard the small snap and hiss of the soda can. It didn't help Kiko started talking too.

With another small mumbling groan, he squirmed on the couch, pulling on his hair slightly. Everything was so loud! ”Erg... so loud.” That would answer her question about his hangover. It was currently wreaking havoc on his head and making it hard to think rational and logical sentences. After some more muttering and squirming, he stuck his tongue out at Kiko in a childish gesture. ”They let me in 'cos i'm awesome, okay?” He tried not to snap, not feeling friendly at the moment. Though it was true, on his own Zadyr usually got denied access to clubs and bars, but sometimes in places they have toured before, he'd get let in because they recognized him. Reason number one he enjoyed being popular: he got VIP access to places he wasn't legally allowed.

The blue haired teen jumped when he felt impact, the bottle hitting his chest with a little 'thud'. He curiously picked it up, catching what she said before realized what it was. He grinned wide, a lop sided expression as he looked up with a hazy but more cheerful demeanor. ”You're a goddess sent to save me.” He joked as he fumbled with but then got open the bottle, knocking out a couple pills. By his unneeded experience, he recogized them and picked out a caffeine and an aspirin before dumping the rest back into the bottle, closing it and handing it back to Kiko. Who was sitting next to him now. When did she sit down? He popped the pills and swallowed them dry before standing and muttering, ”now for some hair of the dog that bit me.” He stood and wandered to the fridge.

Rumaging around he eventually pulled out a quarter full bottle of vodka. A bright smile crossed his sleepy features as he practically hugged it. ”I've missed you....” Even though its only been, what? Five hours? He wandered off back to his mess and bunk, rifling through his stuff before pulling out a small tin. He came back, bottle and tin in hand, and set them down on the counter. ”Explore Atlanta? What's there to see?” He finally addressed the topic of what to do with the day as he poured the vodka into a random cup he pulled out of the cupboard. He hummed as he knocked a couple of his own pills back from the tin and washed them down with the alcohol. Addict much?

word count: 563
notes: blehhh.
tag: kiko !


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[yukiko]

Kiko couldn't help but smile when she was called a goddess, how could she not? She never thought she'd been called on before, and it was kind of sweet for the hung over teen to say that, even if all she did do was give him some aspirin. She took the bottle back and tucked it into her bag, cringing when he took the pills dry. How could people do that? She then watched curiously as he stud and went to the fridge, pulling out the half-gone bottle of vodka, and... hug it. She frowned watching him walk off to his bunk.

Crawling over to the end of the couch, she rested over the arm, sipping at her soda as he came back with a little tin. "Uhh... I don't know. I've never been here before." She wasn't thinking straight, she was too busy watching him try and get high early in the morning. Hadn't he only just woke up from doing all that shit. Biting her lower lip she tried to think of something. What she came up with was... well a little mean, but the druggie deserved it. "Hey!" She said louder then necessary, hopping off the couch and walking to where he was. "One summer, when I was in Japan, my itoko told me a secret on how to make any high even better. And I totally believe him because he's a druggie, like you!" She patted Zadyr's back a little harder than need be, but oh well, she was probably about to make him sick. "You wanna give it a try? I think we have everything we need for it."

She tried to hold back a laugh, grabbing the bottle of vodka and moving to the fridge. She placed the bottle inside and looked around to see if they had all the 'ingredients' she needed.

[zadyr]

FIGHT IT OR LET IT GO

but i will choose how the day will end !

He knew it was bad, to take the pills so early off in the day, but their manager had said to 'be friendly' and to 'entertain fans'. Like he was he doing that sober and clear headed, so the youth drugged himself so he could smile and be pleasant all day long. Or at least the part of the day he was awake. What time was it anyway? Zadyr didn't care, so with a couple swift movements, he drowned away his depression with a mix of vicodin, speed and ridilin. He took a deep breath and inwardly smiled, happy that he wasn't mysteriously out of his 'crack'. That had happened before... and Zadyr nearly cried. Needless to say he was a pain the whole couple of days he went without.

Yawning lightly, he rubbed his eyes and shifted before blinking curiously as she shouted. ”Wha?” He frowned slightly, brown eyes wandering her as she walked over and stood next to him. Listening to her talk as he took a few more sips from his cup, mmm vodka. His best friend. He shot back the last bit and went for the bottle again, but she had snatched it up and was going to the fridge. ”Heyy....” He whined softly, frowning more. How dare she take it away... with a huff he crossed his arms and watched her with high skepticism. What was she talking about? If there was actually a way, he would have heard about it before. But after a few moments he grinned a little, does Lars know about this? ”Alright, sure. Show me.” They had nothing else to do, and it sounded legit, after he thought more on it. Japanese people always had the coolest stuff, so why not right?

Leaning to the side, he tried to see what she was doing. Curious, he moved a little closer and tried to peak over her shoulder. ”Whats it called? Whats in it?” He cooed as he shifted in place, his weight moving from one leg to the other as he swayed from side to side. What was she doing? It was starting to bother him greatly.

word count: 367
notes: bah, short but muse is waking up.
tag: kiko !


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[yukiko]

She couldn't keep the evil smile from spreading across her lips as she heard him say he'd try it. She wanted to die laughing at that moment, but didn't want to give herself away. Biting her lip she made a slight 'hrm' sound as she began to pull out things she needed for her concotion. To start, eggs. She stepped around Zadyr who was standing close behind her watching everything she did, to get to the counter. She stopped midstep and turned to him and looked at him. "Erm... to be fully honest with you... you might not want to watch me make this... like, it really does work, but at the same time it's kind of gross." Man, she was a good liar. "You can go sit and relax, and I'll make it and bring it to you?"

Kiko actually just didn't want the blue haired man to stand over her shoulder and watch everything she put into her 'miracle' drink. He'd probably suspect her if he did. Which isn't what she wanted. She wanted to get him to drink a nasty drink, thinking it was going to help his cocktail of drugs work better. Hell, for all she knew it could actually do completely the oppisite and put him to sleep. She thought about that for a moment. She'd rather him sleep than be high. She'd be doing him a favor is she put him to sleep. Lars might not like the fact that he was sleeping all day, but that would be up to Zadyr to try and explain.

Kiko set the eggs on the counter and rummaged around in one of the bottom cabinets for the blender. If he decided then and there that he didn't want the drink, she'd make herself a milkshake or something.

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[zadyr]

FIGHT IT OR LET IT GO

but i will choose how the day will end !

A deep frown creased the youths features when she advised him not to watch her make his drink. Well that didn't seem normal, he thought as he shifted and kept his arms crossed. More in a pouting manner as he was mad she took away his drink... still. He held little grudges like that and was still a little frustrated overall. His head wasn't hurting as bad anymore, which was nice. But he was still tired and achy and waiting for everything else to kick in so he doesn't feel sick anymore. ”Mn... fine.” He gave in finally, scrunching his nose as he shifted around her and walked back to the couch. Flopping back down, Zadyr yawned and squirmed on the couch until he was more comfortable. ”It better work... Lars will kill me if I'm not up and active whenever he decides to come back.” He yawned, shifting on the couch to snuggle up on his side, facing the messy coffee table and his now cold cup of coffee. He should have finished it, he was so tired right now. He could just pass out.

Another frown made his features serious and his nose scrunch ”Where is everyone anyway? We aren't missing band practice are we?” He closed his eyes as he thought out loud. That would really piss him off if they got in trouble because no one told them they had practice. Lars did that kind of stuff more to Kiko than him, he didn't seem to like her all that much. Wonder why? She hadn't done anything to make him mad.... yawning again, he heard sounds of Kiko moving around in the little bus kitchen. He flinched when he heard a blender and then rolled over on his back, not exactly comfortable. Stretching out the length of the couch, Zadyr thought about taking a short nap while she made his drink. A nap wouldn't hurt, would it? Naw... not if he just lightly snoozed... yeah, he was out. but only in a light sleep, any noise could really wake him up.

notes: my posts keep getting worse and worse. jeez.
tag: kiko !


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[yukiko]

Another evil smirk crossed her lips as Zadyr grudgingly went back tot he couch. He was actually believing her. Gullible people were so simply amazing. Once again, she was trying not to laugh as she cracked three eggs into the counter, listening to him talk about band practice. "No, I don't think we are. I saw Lars leave the site. Most everyone with the tour seems to be out and about today, no ones practicing that I know of." she gave a slight shrug as she put the eggs back into the fridge and grabbed the little soy sauce packets from last weeks Chinese delivery. She decided to add them when she saw them sitting unused in the fridge. They'd probably sit in there until the end of the tour anyway.

She opened the nine little packets and poured the contents into the blender along with the eggs. She then looked around for the garlic salt and measured it out in her hand before dumping that too into the blender. Trying to think of what else she could add, she pulled her back back off of her shoulder and put it on the messy coffee table, noting that Zadyr had fallen asleep. She rolled her eyes and went back to the blender. She drummed her fingers on the counter top several times before grabbing the canister of coloured sugar, red to be exact. She wasn't going to question why there was coloured sugar on the bus, all she knew was it made the mixture a really... ugly colour. Moving back to the fridge, she looked around before grabbing several objects. A squirt of ketchup and mustard, some pickle juice, chocolate syrup, one of her own yogurts, and some of Zadyrs own vodka (just enough to hopefully cover the taste of the rest of it). She pressed the 'blend' button and choked on a laugh. If Zadyr ever talked to her after this, she would be very, very surprised.

When it was all nicely mixed together, she poured the contents into a glass, gagging a little. What had she done? Oh well. She picked the glass up with one hand, and her can of soda in the other before moving back to where Zadyr was sleeping. She tapped his shoulder with the glass. "It's done!" she said as cheery as she could without laughing as she held it out to him. He either wouldn't talk to her again... or kill her... or seek revenge. Either way, she wished she had a video camera. YouTube would love this.

[zadyr]

FIGHT IT OR LET IT GO

but i will choose how the day will end !

Nodding as he laid down on the couch, which mind you was far more comfortable than his bunk to him, Zadyr yawned. ”Good, i'd be totally pissed if Lars ditched us. He scrunched his nose a bit as he bit back another yawn. God he was so tired... but he was awake enough to pull out his blackberry and quickly check his planner. Nothing for today. It wasn't that he didn't trust Kiko, its just he sometimes made plans without her and she wouldn't know about those, so he needed to double check he was free for a bit. He nearly dropped his phone as he tried to put it down on the coffee table, he ignored the voicemails and text messages. They're probably from people he didn't want to talk to anyway. And if it was another photoshoot or interview, the youth might just explode.

Off in la la land, Zadyr didn't hear Kiko moving around or even the blender go off. Reflexively though, the youth flinched lightly at the sudden noise as he shifted a little in his slight slumber. He had no idea what she had in store for him. Poor baby. When she came over and tried to wake him up, the bassist only scrunched his nose and swatted her away. ”Ten more minutes....” He mumbled, his head no longer hurting and he could feel a high coming on. Oh good, he was feeling lost without the hazy and fuzzy feeling. Though after a few short moments he opened one eye and glared at her before seeing the gross colored drink. With a deep frown he squirmed and sat up, tilting his head to look at it. ”You sure this works...?” He asked curiously, almost disturbed at the moment. Should couldn't be serious, could she?

Swallowing awkwardly he reached out and took it, warily bringing it closer to smell it. His nose crunched as he looked back at Kiko skeptically. ”It looks like last nights puke.” He stated bluntly, not pleased obviously. Too much information Zadyr baby! TMI TMI. Though he took a deep breath and looked around for cameras. Was this a joke? He shifted and glanced at Yukiko again before closing his eyes tightly and downing the whole thing. Yes, he figured he'd take it like a huge shot and try to avoid tasting it at all. Gagging lightly he handed the glass back and tried to look less disgusted. ”Fuck that tastes nasty... what the hell's in it?” He was feeling almost more sick than before. Great.

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