YOU SET MY SOUL ALIGHT . OPEN !

[zadyr]

I THOUGHT I WAS A FOOL FOR NO ONE

oh baby i'm a fool for you !

It was midday on a Monday, god he hated Mondays. Could there be any worse of a day? Zadyr didn't think so, nothing could beat the dreaded first day of a business week. The day every boy and girl goes to school and every respectable person goes on to their eight to five jobs, making only eight to ten dollars an hour. With a soft sigh, Zadyr smiled to himself. Secretly, the young bassist was glad he didn't have to work every day and sit in a cubicle answering phones and talking to boring people in ill fitting suits with no sense of humor – not that he himself had any. His humor lied in poorly stated jokes and ill placed sarcasm. Thinking to himself, the bassist realized he should probably be nicer. Even to his fans... a small grimace and groan left his lips as he thought about smiling and talking to giggling and whorishly dressed young women who can't think of anything but, “OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO HOT LET ME IN YOUR PANTS”. Gross. Any normal young male would be all over that, but Zadyr liked his late night company on his own terms, and loathed anything that clung or hung on him. Seriously people, get a life.

Yawning, the blue haired youth wandered into the park, humming lightly to himself. He didn't have any plans today, so he scotch free of anything to keep him entertained. Not being the type to shop or spend money, Zadyr would only be seen at a store if he was the company of someone else. He specifically only shopped for things he needed, so no shopping for a mister Zadyr Harris today. Without aim, crystal blue eyes[because he was wearing his contacts today] scanned the surroundings for potential fans; not really wanting to be approached by someone who would ramble on about needless topics and bore him even further in oblivion. He should have brought his bass, Hun. She kept him company and gave him something to do. Though that wouldn't be possible for a couple more days, three to be exact. Zadyr had to take his precious BC Rich Beast bass into a shop, he had broken a few strings and she needed a tune up anyway. Needless to say, this bassist was feeling a little lost and incomplete.

Zadyr wandered over to the swings, his favorite part about a park, and sat down in the cleanest looking one. Swinging his legs lightly, the youth let out another forlorn sigh. ”What to do, what to do...” He spoke barely loud enough to hear as he stared off into the distance. Wracking his brain for even people to call up, Zadyr hummed a tune from a song he had heard on the radio, not knowing the name or the words. It was quiet today, not many people out, the small group of mothers with their children glanced at Zadyr and whispered, most likely about his brightly colored hair. The bassist purposely ignored them. God, he hated Mondays.

word count: 509
music: supermassive black hole -- muse
tag: anyone !


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[Cecelia Ambro$e]

Boredom struck her. She had to get out of the bus, out of the venue entirely actually. She loved it, yes - but there was only so much one person could take. She began a stroll, heading no where in particular. She could find her way back - she was savvy like that. Easily able to recognize landmarks. Her outfit was casual. A simply tshirt, paired with jeans and sneakers. She didn't usually dress up for just any reason - no, she saved that effort for shows.

Seeing signage ahead, it read something about a park. Well, if nothing else she could probably go get lost in the woods. That actually sounded pretty nice - accompanied by nothing but mother nature herself. She stayed on a concrete pathway, just walking. Unfortunately, touring didn't allow much leisure walking. If you were walking, you were usually heading somewhere - an interview, the stage, the bus, a party, sound check, whatever. Someimes people just needed to walk, without worrying about where they were headed. It was nice to get a little lost once in awhile. It was even better to find your way back.

A set of blues brother-esque shades concealed her eyes as she looked slightly over her shoulder. She could see someone playing around on the swingset, though he was far too large to be a child - or he had a really bad issue going on with his hormones. Upon squinting her eyes, she could barely make out who it was. He looked familiar, and she knew where she must have seen him - honestly, there were so many places she could meet people. Without a second thought, she started crossing over through the grass. Her stride wasn't quick, nor was it slow. It was the pace of someone who was casually wasting their time, and wasn't in the least bit worried about it.

As she got closer, a small friendly smile came over her as she could more or less see his features. Yeah, he was in that band.. Well, one of the bands. Atleast, she'd seen him around the venue. Perhaps the two could scare off any one who might have the itch to come and introduce themselves. After all - they did have crazy hair. Her hands wrapped around the chains of the swing next to him, stepping up onto the plank. She was short enough to pull this off, even though she was 23, she still acted like a little kid. It brought back memories, that was for sure.

"Hey, you're Zadyr, right?" Cecelia looked down - one of the few times she could look down at someone. Her eyes watching him through dark lenses. He wasn't a bad looking boy. Not bad looking at all. "I'm Cece." She always introduced herself that way - more or less because Cecelia was such a ... strange name.. Not that Cece was any better.

[zadyr]

I THOUGHT I WAS A FOOL FOR NO ONE

oh baby i'm a fool for you !

a soft sigh escaped the youth as he paused his movements, letting himself come to a stop. his feet dangled limply, brushing back and forth as he knocked a few bark chips around. that was about the extent of his damage as he stared down in mild fascination, no two bark chips looked the same did they? they were all misshapen and odd sized, varying from each other dramatically. he leaned down and grabbed a handful, wincing as he felt a couple sharp edges jab into his soft palms. sure his fingers were calloused from all his years of bass playing, but the palms of his hands reflected the fragile nature of his over all skin. he was pale and his skin was delicate, easily bruised and cut open. this was in part the result of too many drugs and late nights, without the balance of in taking enough food and drinking enough water. he should really take care of himself better, at this rate he'd be landing himself in the hospital... again.

but he was just so used to being a train wreck, it was hard to think of himself without all the drugs, without all the smoking and the alcohol. speaking of smoking, zadyr fumbled in the pocket of his black hoodie for his lighter and a pack of cigarettes. he lit up mutely, the fluid movements he made only further proving he was what parents called a 'lost cause'. he really wasn't, zadyr was more of the cause no one had bothered to pay attention to. maybe that was why he was a hopeless musician who barely graduated high school and has never had a real job in his whole life. the reason was so messed up currently was because no one ever loved him, well... that was a bull shit reason.

taking a long and steady drag, he exhaled and closed his eyes. completely ignoring the mothers staring at him in disgust and horror, the youth started swinging again. his legs moving in tandem as he mindlessly hummed and got lost in his own little world. one arm hooked around the right chain, the one that held up the right side of the swing he was currently entertaining himself on, while the other held his cancer stick to his parted lips. yeah, this was a nice day off. he had absolutely nothing to do and not a care in the world currently. no crazed fans, no bustling crew people, no shouting managers, and best of all: no one telling him what to do.

in all his thoughts, zadyr didn't see the small form moving up to his side, his eyes centered down at his feet mostly. but a shadow moved in front of the sun he was currently basking in, something he never did; but his manager said it would be nice if he got a more healthy complexion and spent an hour or so in the sun every couple days. because doing this tour wasn't enough of out doors..ness. not like he didn't like the out doors, or the sun, its just... he knew of so many other things he would much rather do besides hang out outside. oh well, he was here now.

blinking curiously at the now, zadyr looked up and to the side made contact with another person. with a start, he grinned and laughed sheepishly, raking a hand back through his hair as he squirmed lightly. he didn't recognize her just yet, the glasses made it a little difficult since the blue haired bassist recognized people by their eyes. "uh, haha. yeah...?" he managed out, feeling a little lame that he was at a loss for words. though when she said who she was, zadyr smiled a little less awkwardly and nodded. now he knew who she was. shifting to knock the excess ash off the cigarette and hold it down wind from his new company, zadyr cleared his throat and watched her curiously as she stood on the swing like a little kid. this made him feel a little better about himself, he was starting to think he was being creepy. seeing as these ladies kept staring at him.

"nice to meet ya, cece." though after a few pausing moments, he tilted his head to the side at stared up at her with an almost frown, scrunching his nose lightly from the sun. "what are you doing hanging out in a park? shouldn't you being doing something a hell of a lot cooler?" he grinned playfully, a slightly more friendly demeanor taking his form as he watched her with a shaky gaze. pulling the stick to his lips he inhaled and then exhaled, blowing the smoke away from the two of them, he thought it was rude to do otherwise.

word count: 800
music: i don't care -- apocalyptica and adam<3
tag: cece !
notes: bleh that took forever. x.x


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[Cecelia Ambro$e]

He seemed friendly. That was an odd find in itself. She listened to him as her hands reached for the top bar, starting to twist the swing's chains. Yeah, she was probably just asking for punishment, but oh well. She ignored the intense warmth the metal was absorbing in the daylight. She liked warmth - well, anytime when she wasn't sleeping. When she was sleeping, she loved a cold room. It just felt good to bundle up under tons of blankets. Cecelia took her time, not desiring to get dizzy just yet. As far as she was concerned, she had a conversation to attend to, and being dizzy didn't usually start things off so well.

"Some place cooler," She scoffed, a grin spreading on her face as she came to a halt afte wrapping the chains around themselves three times, "Please. As if there's anything cool going on at this hour... Otherwise you'd be right." She crouched down, the chain slowly unravelling due to it's loose wind. From standing, to seated, she was more at his eye level now. "You and I both know nothing happens during the day, unless the show is going on. And it's not. Unfortunately. The good news is, is that there's only two more days until the shit hits the fan."

She rocked back and forth on her feet, using them as her leverage point, "Sometimes there's just more to see than pavement and steel." Yes, the bliss of touring was just that. The same people. The same smells. The same fucking sight - well, most of the time. You had to love swimming in diesel polluted air, mixed with sweat, booze and body odor, or else you'd never last. The thought made the girl smile. Yeah, it was like one big fucking party that you got paid for. If you stopped for just one second, you'd get blown over in a heart beat. Touring, or being in a band at all, was not for the faint of heart.

Cecelia, growing up in the family she did, just kind of clung to it. Their father had given her brothers the bug - and she kinda just got into the swing of it. She had wanted to drop out of high school, and just start hitting gigs but with heavy persuasion from Luke - a mastermind in his own right - and her parents, she stayed. She was happy she did - it was always a good back up plan, just in case. She was young though, and she needed to live life. Whats the worse that could happen?

Though, she always worried about Luke. The tragic death of their father had really downed them all. Luke, being the oldest, knew him the best - and Bryan, a mere year younger knew him very well too. However, she was young and in the middle of the hormonal girly years where she didn't much see eye to eye with the man. Cecelia always held that regret. Chewing on her bottom lip, she turned her head back to him, just watching him, before speaking in a grand irish accent, "So what are you doing out here? Searching for leprechauns? We're not in Ireland yet!" A wide grin spread, a sparkle in her eye behind the shades. "You going to the barbecue tonight? I think Luke's gonna try to set Freddie on fire again." Poor Freddie. He was her best guyish girly friend... whatever. Though, it was always fun to pick on him. Hell, he did it enough to her - it was simply the law of karma.

[zadyr]

I THOUGHT I WAS A FOOL FOR NO ONE

oh baby i'm a fool for you !

zadyr grinned as he watched her play on the swings, he still was slightly uncomfortable. he knew near to nothing about her. sure he knew about her realations and such with luke and bryan, and then that she was part of a really rad band. but he didn't know a lot about her, what she was like. it was just slightly unnerving. how should he act? did he treat her like one of the guys and let loose on the crude jokes and uncontrollable bad humor and sarcasm? or did he treat her like a girl and smile a lot and flirt? caught up in this, he flashed a slightly annoyed expression before finally giving up. 'oh fuuck it', he thought bitterly. she looked like she could take a couple verbal banters and didn't look like a frilly little girl. so he relaxed a bit and let his pleasant grin come back across his features.

with a laugh, he shrugged and shifted in the swing. "well i would know, jeez not like i'm totally 'in the scene' at the moment." it was the truth, he wasn't one of the more well known rockers in the tour. mostly because he was young and new, but the people that knew him saw him as that blue haired reckless teenager. mostly people knew him by his hair, it was blue. who could forget a cute boy with bright blue hair? its a little hard. maybe that was why he ahd kept it this color for so long... so people would remember him. a little sad they only knew him by his hair and that he was part of 'that one band'. it got annoying after a while. though, zadyr always assured himself that even the best musicians were only remembered for something other than what they wanted to be known for. besides, he thought he was pretty sick on his bass.

she was right, nothing ever happened during the day unless it was a show. usually zadyr tried to sleep, but it was hard when a part so close to his heart was currently gone. his bass was in the shop, too far from the comfort of his embrace and he was almost feeling naked without her. pretty ridiculous, but she was his baby. he had worked long and hard to get her, had the tracks up his arm and the emotional bruises to show for it. so he had every right to be at a loss when she wasn't just a few feet from him. nodding, he grinned a little more brightly. his anxious excitement showing. "hell yes, i can't wait." that was the truth, he had been on edge for weeks and one could tell he was ready to just start the shows already. he hated waiting, not being a patient person by nature.

taking a couple more drags in the silence, staring intently at one of the mothers with an almost a melting and withering gaze, zadyr invisioned her all gothed out and rocking to one of his bands songs. a small smirk played across his pale lips at the thought, that would be so awesome to see! when cecelia finally spoke, zadyr quirked a brow and looked over at her in delayed curiosity. he blinked before laughed and shrugging again, mocking a sheepish grin. "oh damn, you caught me. fuckers have gold, its a hard temptation to resist." He laughed and shook his head, swinging more as she continued to speak. at her quietion he paused. "well, i wasn't going to... but that sounds like fun to watch." he wasn't a huge fan of freddie, guy made him a little uncomfortable but he didn't know a whole lot about him o really have a full blown predijuce. "i might just have to now." another laugh left him as he came close to finishing off his cigarette.

word count: 647
music: becoming the bull -- atreyu
tag: cece !
notes: weeeeee xD no muse cuz school killed it!


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[Cecelia Ambro$e]

The grin still remained in a more lopsided form than before, "You should, if for nothing else you can be an eye witness to such flamboyant acts of Freddie. Nothing like a gay man running around screaming, 'My ass is on fire! My ass is on fire!'" Luke didn't normally set people on fire - it was just far too amusing to watch a drunken homosexual run around in such panic. He had once said it was only a small price for the gossip maniac to pay, considering the money he was making as a general pain in the ass.

Cecelia slouched in the swing. She wasn't too much of a girly girl. Momma tried to make her one, but it just didn't work out. Baby dolls and frilly things were replaced by hot wheels, action figures and dirty, scuffed up jeans. She had always found it necesarry to try and out do her siblings and every other male on the planet for that matter. Broken bones from full contact football were frequent - as frequent as broken bones caused from falling out of trees when she went through her monkey phase. Such a shortness made her want to see the world beyond the horizon, though she'd never managed it. Stupid spheres. Cecelia had by now, scoped out all of the potential climbing places she could scale on the stage. Yes, she was one of those fiends.

Despite the downfalls, she had a good child hood, and she was a relatively good person. She occasionally smoked, but it was no habit. Her biggest fault was her love affair with alchohol. She blamed it on the variety. You could get anything with alchohol - sweet, tart, tangy, minty, something that would make you feel like you blew your brains out the next day and lived to tell the tale. It could be worse. She could be one of those skanky bitches who would fuck anyone they saw fit. That was one thing about her - she didn't dare to sex anyone for the hell of it. She'd done that in highschool, and she was no longer that person.

She watched the women he kept staring at. Uptight conservatists. Fucking republicans probably. The kind of republicans that loved Bill O'Reily. God she hated that bastard. She hated any newsource on TV really - all they fed you were lies. Twisted forms of the truth that they doctored to make a more intriguing story. Corporate America annoyed her to no end - and working small jobs at fast food resteraunts had not healed such wounds in anyway.

"Just don't eat the hotwings - unless you want your throat to bleed..." Fucking Bryan and his god damn hot sauce addiction. "There are cash wagers on who can eat the most without taking a drink, but it's so not worth it." Specially made hotwings that would scald your tongue for mere cash. They were all abunch of lunatics in her own opinion. "Then the drinking games will begin... but you might wanna concider staying out of that pool.. I'm pretty sure I could kick your ass." A playfull smile was formed, but she dared not to make eye contact.

[zadyr]

I THOUGHT I WAS A FOOL FOR NO ONE

oh baby i'm a fool for you !

at this the blue haired male almost fell out of his swing laughing. he gasped a bit for breath and shook his head. oh... my god, that would be so much fun to see." he spoke between little fits of laughter that he couldn't contain within himself. he just held that image in his mind and couldn't keep a wide and amused grin from his lips and a sparkling glint in his eyes as they danced playfully. he had originally planned on stopping in for an awkward minute, saying hi to people and making the rounds before leaving to sleep. he would have been up all day and totally wiped out. but now that so much fun might be happening at this party, he might just stay a little longer. especially if cecelia was going to hang around as well, she seemed like she knew how to have fun. the best quality, in zadyr's mind.

he had nothing against the tour, when he had made his choice not to go to the party and stick around. he just knew he became too much of a hand ful when he had any amounts of alcohol. he was a fiend when it came to parties and his little frame could hold its own, it wasn't healthy by any means. but he didn't care, his health was irrelevant when it came to how much fun he had and where he got in life. if he had to die early because his liver failed or a lung gave out from all his smoking, well then he'd die happy. playing his bass for a cool band and doing everything and anything he wanted was his dream come true. and sure, if this all fell through in a few years, he could still get a decent career kickstarted. with that little tinge of logic still left in him, zadyr had finished high school with a b average, so that if he ever needed to he could fall back on a mediocre job in a steady life. though, it was only a back up and he was convinced he'd never have that happen to him.

a halt in his thoughts as cecelia started speaking again. with a slow grin, zadyr mused and mulled over the thought of eating horrificly spicy hotwings for slim cash. not really his thing, but if he was buzzed the youth would be all over it. all bits of common sense tossed out the window after a few drinks of any sort of liqour or beer.though with a musing expression, zadyr looked at her with almost a challenging glare. it was still playful as he searched to make eye contact. "you? psha, white girl please." he cracked a smirking grin as he bit back laughter and shifted on the swing. he cleared his throat and shook his head, showing that his first statement was choking. "you wanna make that a challenge? 'cos i'm no light weight, girly and i highly doubt you can cream me at my own game." he cooed with a smile to show he was all fun and games.

he took the last couple drags from his cigarette and then, out of spite and cruelty to the mothers, dropped it in the bark chips and rubbed it out with his foot. wouldn't want to start unneeded problems with a park fire, all he wanted was to make the snobish middle aged hags gasp and glare at him, whispering their harsh and gossiping words. what were they going to do? sue him? hah. he shifted and gave a slightly triumphant smirk before looking back at cece. "so we on for tonight? you ready to get owned, dollface?" he kidded and played, holding little seriousness behind his words. this was fun. she was fun. hopefully she was having fun and taking him lightly, and not thinking he's just a jackass.

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word count: 648
music: watching star trek xD
notes: my internet is a piece of skanky shit that needs to die slowly and painfully.
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[Cecelia Ambro$e]

Well, he apparently liked the idea of watching people run around in terror - she liked that. This guy wasn't half bad so far. Hell, anyone who could laugh at someone elses pain whilst sober, had to have atleast a little bit of good humor. Don't get her wrong - there were limits of pain... And as long as someone had a fire extinguisher near by, then dear Frederick would be fine and live to see another day.

She brought her arms around the protectively covers chains. That's what was wrong with society - they protected their children too much. What was childhood without a few bumps and bruises along the way? They healed fast, with their youthful healing mecanisms. Alas, as a child the only rules they were told were to not talk to strangers, dont take candy from strangers, and don't play in the street. They played in the street often enough, but hell, nothing really ever happened. A few busted windows from a baseball or two, but getting yelled at was just part of growing up. Let's not forget the belt!

Absent mindedly, she cracked her knuckles. They were getting a little stiff, and the pressure seemed to dissapear with each and every crack. It wasn't lady like of her at all, and it was one of her favorite past times. Cracking bones. Her back, her neck, her ankles. The way she saw it, she'd be hella lucky if she didn't end up having to undergo some form of surgery around her mid to late thirties - but alas, it was a brutal truth that all musicians would most likely face - particularly the drummers and guitarists of all types. She didn't mind surgery or injuries - worse things could happen; uncurable things. Either way, life was here now and you only got one chance, as far as she knew.

"Wait, what? White girl? Holmes, please. I be a hardcore gang banga, fo shizzle," whatever the fuck fo shizzle really meant, "Like, I could give Eminem a run fo' his G's and bling." Well if that didn't turn him off nothing would. "I mean like, you know what I'm sayin'? Every body in da club get tipsy. But I be willin' to lay it down like it is, speak the truth homie, because I got the hottest rhymes this side of the ghet-to, you know? And I be thinkin'... It's gonna go like this.." She began that weird ass sway thing all rappers did, with the head boppy action. Yeah, the retarded rapper syndrome bop, "I'll be takin' all your green, when you're passed out on the scene, I got one hell of an alcoholic gene and no matter what it seem, you'll be worse off than George W's regime, 'Cause I'm gonna gleam when I lick you like Neopolitan Ice Cream---" She stopped from her improvised rap, her face scrunched as she thought about it. She started back after the hesitation, a little less stronger than she'd started, "It wasn't an intended theme, It's not as perverted as it may seem, DONE."

That was really, really smooth you idiot! She thought to herself. No need to linger on it, she often made a fool of herself. It was part of her.. Uh, what was that? Oh yes! Her gene pool. A sigh left her lips as she sat up straight, an innocent smile conjured from her sheer miscalculation of words and her lack of 'think before you speak' filters. Cecelia straightened her shirt, primping slightly like some uptight chick would, "I suppose I'll see you there - if you're not a'scared." She stood, walking back towards the venue. It was no longer a wonder to her why she was still single. Because she said things. Things like, 'lick you like a neopolitan ice cream'. Then again, that should make guys run after her. Cece rolled her eyes in her own disgust. She certainly knew how to kill a fire before it started. I'mma be single forever.

taggit: Zadyr Harris, booooiiiiii!
word count: 666 >8DDD MWUAHAHA
other: First time I've ever made a charrie rap.

[zadyr]

I THOUGHT I WAS A FOOL FOR NO ONE

oh baby i'm a fool for you !

The blue haired bassist was pleased with the fact his new found company was a breath of fresh air. She was everything he thought a girl should be, rude and gruff and bad ass with that fun edge of wit and charm every little lady should have. He was genuinely surprised she wasn't like every other girl he met on tour, you know the groupie girls. He didn't get that slutty vibe from her, which made him a little more at ease and relaxed, girls hitting on him made him nervous and super uncomfortable. Luckily she was more like one of the guys, which could be a good or bad thing, it'd be slightly upsetting if she was a lesbian and he had no hope. Wait, wait, wait. Why would he even be thinking about dating her? Sure she was fun and new, but Zadyr had no luck what so ever with dating and relationships. He wasn't sure why he was so bad at them, but girls always left him saying the same damn things:

'God I wish you would just listen more!' 'Why can't we just communicate, baby?' Maybe there was a clue in there he was missing. He had no idea what they meant by 'communicating', and all he knew was he was following the basic rules. Be respectful, always tell her she's pretty, and never ever cheat. Because cheating was one moral he still had after years of being a mess, so he stuck to it. Though, his rules weren't enough for girls so he just never dated. So for now he'd leave those thoughts aside and see her as an awesome new person he could totally chill with on tour. He should have expected to meet someone like her eventually, there was always one really bad ass chick in the group of guys who could make you laugh and give you a wild ride in the means of trouble and fun.

At her rap though, Zadyr stopped. He stared at her in first mild horror, what the hell was she doing? But then his shocked expression changed and he cracked a wide grin. He had a whole new respect for miss Cece now. So as he squirmed from bit back laughter and entertainment, the blue haired youth tried his hardest to maintain a serious and skeptical expression. It was really hard not to just fall over dead from her 'rap', it was just too amazing. Zadyr had never tried to rap, so it was all fun and games to watch her do it. Wasn't that bad in retrospect. Though he stopped when she stopped, his expression frozen in slight confusion and then amused horror and shock. What had she just said? At this he couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, a half giggle half laugh leaving him as he nearly doubled over as she started back up again. When she had stopped though, Zadyr gave her some applause and grinned wide. ”I've been schooled!” He nearly shouted, shaking his head and containing himself near after. He had let her statement slide, not caring and knowing she wasn't meaning it to be totally perverted.

He shifted and watched her as she moved around and stood up, scrunching up his nose at her statement and watching her walk away. Pfft, scared. Like hell he was. He lingered a moment before hopping out of the swing and jogging to catch up with her. ”Hey now...” He whined softly, crossing his arms in a huff. How dare she walk away from him! ”You can't walk away, miss Cece!” He followed beside her, taking a minute to realize she was heading back to 'camp'. Yes, being on tour was like camping to Zadyr, and the buses were his personal hell. ”Where we going?” He cooed, figuring he'd follow her around if she didn't mind. He had nothing planned and she seemed rad enough to find something to do to keep them both entertained.

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word count: 663
music: bleh, hanging with friends.
notes: so sorry! My net totally died last night. <3
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