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Post by ryleigh cooper on Mar 14, 2009 22:27:54 GMT -5
 she's got a smile that it seems to me ,reminds me of childhood memories.- - - - - - - - - - - - - -Tonight had been a long night. Ryleigh had been running around all of the place, following the band around, just in case they needed anything. Many people think that her job was easy, oh hell were they wrong. Sure, she'd pick out what clothes they wore, but she also had to make sure that they looked good at pretty much all times. Meaning, she'd follow them around making sure all of the accessories were there, the clothes were fitting just right. If they didn't like something that she chose, then she had to go back and find something completely different. And like stated, tonight had been long. New friend request had a show tonight, and like always Ryleigh had to get the clothes that she has chosen for the band from the bus to backstage. Well, it was literally two minutes until show time and Ryleigh found out that she had forgot Andrea's shoes. How you forget someone's shoes was beyond her, but she did.
So, Ry had to run back to the bus and search for them. Well, with the luck that she had, the bus wasn't there once she got there. Turns out that the the driver went off to get some gas, so what did Ryleigh do? She gave Andie the shoes off of her own feet. Luckily they were the same size and that they actually went with her outfit. After the show, she then got bitched out by some stupid fan girl was bothering her and Aleks when they were walking back to the bus. She wanted to talk to Aleks, but he was really tired. So Ryleigh told her politely to leave them alone and then the girl let her have it. Normal people would have bitched back to the girl, but Ry wasn't one of those people. So she just sat there and let the girl yell.
All of the yelling led to a headache, which didn't seem to want to go away. Ryleigh literally sat on the bus for hours trying to get rid of it, she even declined going out with her friends. So she took a shower and fell asleep on the couch. When she woke up, it was about one a.m. Her friends were still out, and she was starving. Ryleigh woke up, threw on some clothes and decided that she was going to grab something to eat. She grabbed her phone, shoved it into her bag and hopped off the bus. Then Ry got into her car and began to drive. Now, all she had to do was find a place to eat.
The key with eating at one in the morning was a. finding a place that was open, b. finding a place that had decent food, and c. not getting robbed while ordering the food. As she drove down road, staring at flashing lights as they pasted by. Mcdonalds, nah. Too gross. Chick-fli a, too bad it was closed. Then is was like the heavens opened up and a light shined down on the one restaurant that Ryleigh truly loved the most. Taco bell. The holy land. Quickly, Ryleigh pulled into the parking lot, grabbed her bag, got out of her car and walked in the place. She walked up to the counter, to decide what she was going to order.
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Post by maksim dmitri romanov on Mar 15, 2009 19:50:57 GMT -5
After their set, Maksim really hadn’t wanted to linger around the venue. From what he heard, there was going to be a really huge party by the buses, and he wasn’t a total idiot, he knew that being there would be totally destructive for him, so he left. Of course, he just went off somewhere and lit up a joint, but in his mind, it was better than picking up a bottle. It was kind of a fucked up theory, but at the same time, Max was kind of a fucked up dude. The day had simply been one of his less pleasant days, and he simply hadn’t been feeling up to much of anything today, honestly. He had woken up late, and had to take a cold shower, because someone had conveniently decided to take longer than usual, and use up all the hot water, and that certainly wasn’t fun. He had come out with his teeth chattering, feeling worse -albeit cleaner- than when he had gone in. Then, of course, in the middle of practicing a solo for the show later that night, he had broke a string, when he was using his favorite guitar. Not bothering to waste his time when he knew he would be too aggravated to restring and tune it properly, he played with another, and while this was only a minor annoyance, when your name was Maksim Romanov, nothing was ever minor.
The building he was leaning against at the more current moment in time, was unfamiliar to him. Roman didn’t really make a habit out of wandering around behind buildings in Chicago, so he wasn’t really sure where he was. Though, when looked at in that perspective, maybe it was a good thing, because if he did waste his time wandering around behind buildings in Chicago…well, that was just weird, and creepy. He wasn’t exactly at the peak of his high anymore, which, though unpreferred, he had spent alone, with only his thoughts. That was definitely a scary place to be left by oneself. Rather, now, he was coming down from the high. Everything was coming back into perfect focus, the slight haze that clouded over this thoughts was beginning to lift. Pulling a pack of cigarettes and his phone out of his pocket, he checked the time, eyebrows raising at the realization. It was already passed one. As he pushed his body off the wall, he slipped the tobacco filled roll of paper between his lips, one hand bringing the lighter to the end of it was he inhaled, the other covering it from wind so the flame wouldn’t go out.
He walked along the unfamiliar streets, dimly lit with street lights and the occasional store or club still open. It wasn’t very crowded this late, aside from the few odd groups lingering by alleyways, or outside clubs. Max wasn’t exactly worried, he had pretty much lost fear of anyone else but himself a while back. He learned to defend himself pretty early on, and besides, he wasn’t an idiot. People don’t exactly come start a fight with a guy like him. Yeah, maybe that put just a little bit of swagger in his stride as he walked along, eyes moving from the people, to the sidewalk, to whatever store he was passing. His hand would slide up to his mouth now and then, removing and replacing the cigarette, though by now it was almost subconscious. He wasn’t really a chain smoker, but when he needed to calm down, he couldn’t resist now and then. Tonight, it was just another subconscious thing.
It was kind of an odd turn of events, the way things happened. He had simply been keeping his routine of staring at anywhere people were, whether they be lingering outside somewhere or milling around inside a store or something, and if no one was around, the ground, when the corners of his lips pulled up into a large grin. It was a pretty drastic change, him going from a somewhat dazed, but always serious looking face, to his smile, which really could light up a room, according to gushing aunts and fans. The reason, however, was who eh saw as he passed Taco Bell. His nose wrinkled lightly as he pushed open the door, considering he hated Taco Bell, but the possible company made up for it, as he saw Miss Ryleigh Cooper standing in line for whatever death in a bag she was ordering. It was odd, certainly, considering he never expected to make such good friends with her. She was the kind of person that normally got under his skin, from personality to appearance, but for some reason, she was like a little ball of sunshine that everyone needed now and again, and even Roman wasn’t immune to her infectious personality.
Coming up behind her, his grin slipped to a smirk, as he bent down, his voice deeper than usual (which was saying something, because homeboy definitely had testosterone, his voice was deep) and let out a small chuckle (which really wasn’t intentional, he couldn’t help it. Boo. He didn’t shout it, or make it obvious to anyone around them, because someone probably would’ve tried to ‘defend’ her or something, instead he simply stated it, nonchalantly, and returned to an upright position soon after. His hands slipped behind his back and he looked around ‘casually’ being playfully suspicious. Of course, it faltered for a second when he was given an odd look by the man who had come up behind him in line, to whom he had to glare at momentarily, before going back to humming casually, his focus back on Ryleigh. With Roman, actions where very much so biased.
TAGGED why ry, of course
LYRICS brompton cocktail - avenged sevenfold
WORDCOUNT 954. oh my, ftw.
SIDENOTES she makes him happeh. aw.
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Post by ryleigh cooper on Mar 16, 2009 17:19:16 GMT -5
she's got a smile that it seems to me ,reminds me of childhood memories.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now deciding on something to order from here was a big challenge for Ryleigh. Mostly for the fact that pretty much everything on the menu, she loved to eat. Which according to a lot of people, she didn't really look like the type of person that ate at taco bell, let alone any fast food joint. In fact, many people told Ryleigh that she looked like she rarely ate at all, which wasn't true at all. That was one of her favorite pastime. Literally a good percent of her day was spent eating. Sure that would sooner or later come and bite her in the ass, but for now she was young and her body could take it. Her eyes gazed over the 'value' section of the menu, because you know when you're on the road, chances are you're trying to save some cash. Ryleigh moved closer to the counter, smiling at the casher in her normal fashion. Because we all knew that she was a happy person all around. She took one last look up at the menu, then back at the person behind the counter. "Hm, hi. I'd like to get.." Ryleigh paused for a moment, to remember all that she wanted to order. "I would like a Cinnamon Twist, a Triple Layer Nachos, a Cheesy Double Beef Burrito, and a Strawberry Lemonade Frutista Freeze."Now you have to understand, that this girl hadn't ate since the morning of yesterday, so Ryleigh was hungry as hell. The person behind the counter looked at her with wide eyes, but shortly got over the shock. They told her the total of the order, in which Ryleigh set down the money on the counter top, sliding it to them. They nodded, and gave her her change. She then stepped over to the side, waiting for them to fill her order.
People would tell Ryleigh all of the time that eating fast food, like Taco Bell was bad for her and that it made her insides gross and greasy. She understood that. But the thing about Ryleigh was, really she loved the stuff so much that she didn't really give a fuck about what other people said. I mean, when you're on the road most of the time, and the refrigerator on the tour bus was full of alcohol, there wasn't really much room to fit veggie tray in there, let alone an apple. Plus, like stated earlier, food was too expensive. Especially healthy food! It was sad that something that's suppose to be good for you, cost twice as much as the processed crap that you got for cheap. Ryleigh, personally, thought that it was the government and the farmers plotting against the public. They'd tell you that you needed to eat certain food to make your body better, and make it cost more than some people's liking, then they use that money to hide Big Foot and film people in "space". Okay, maybe she didn't think that much, but she did think that it was bull shit that she had to pay a dollar for a eight ounce of horizon milk, when she could more than a liter of soda for the same price.
Now because Ryleigh was in her own little world, thinking about the government and their evil doings, she didn't noticed that Roman was walking into the the very same location that she was right now. The cashier coughed to catch her attention, because her order was finished. She looked up to the person and smiled. Walking back to the counter, Ryleigh took her bag full of food, her drink and started to back away from the counter. When all of a sudden, she heard someone in a low voice almost whisper "boo". Ryleigh was slightly startled by the voice, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Quickly, she turned around to see who it was. Her expression changed from concerned to a broad smile when her eyes met with the person. It just happened to be her friend, Roman. "Hey Romeo!" Her smile still planted on her face. Sure, most people though that her and Roman didn't really look like the type of people that would be friends, but oddly enough they were. At times, Roman did get annoyed by her goofy and bouncy attitude and Ryleigh got irritated by his short-temper, but it's okay most of the time. "What brings you here?" Ryleigh looked up at him, since he was about a foot taller than her. She then turned to look at a table to go sit, to enjoy her meal at.
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