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Post by carson brett carter on Jul 2, 2009 2:08:35 GMT -5
 ( Maybe its not my weekend )( but its gonna be my year )• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •wandering around like nothing. Like her life was different. like no one knew her name. just remembering the good old days of being quidam; somebody, one unknown. Those were the old days and now that she’s practically a big time star that’s hard to do now. She had to be on careful watch for people. But this time she really didn’t care. She had her sunglasses on and her purse around her shoulder as she walked the streets of Boston, Massachusetts. And for once a bodyguard wasn’t following her, though it might’ve been smart to being one, but seriously, she just wanted to go out normally, escape the time of being famous and just stay grounded. Maybe it’d be smart to drop by Wal-Mart with the boys later to pick out food since they were out in their bus. Even bertha, the crazy one eyed Italian bread half of a hoagie that they stuck green olives as eyes a pepperoni tongue and green bean hair with cheese teeth and ketchup for the gums and stuff. One would actually be surprised how this thing looks, they did almost a perfect portrait. And now that its gone, carson’s proud that they took a picture with it before someone (who was probably their drummer) ate it.
walking the streets of boston just thinking, it was crazy that she actually didn’t bump into anyone or trip. She had her Ray-Bans sunglasses plastered on her face as she turned corners, walked across the streets and everything. Even though it wasn’t so sunny, she actually wore sunglasses so much that her eyes have actually become sensitive and she just wore them all the time. it was her signature too. she was practically known for her sunglasses always on her face. and sometimes it seemed weird to be known for that but she didn’t care. It was her eyes that she wore them for now, and if she didn’t wear them then it takes about ten point five seconds for her eyes to get used to the sun and even when she does she’s still squinting. Sometimes it could just be a bitch, but whatever wearing sunglasses was cool, the only times that she didn’t wear them was when she was inside, on stage, and at night. And sometimes inside she’d wear her black Ray-Bans with the lenses popped out. the fake ones that she wore for Halloween when she went as tom cruise when he was in ‘risky business’, which happened to be one of her favorite movies of all time, besides the breakfast club, of course.
She skipped breakfast on account of the lack of real food in the bus and just went out. and by this time she was starving and thirsty beyond words. What was her breakfast was a bottle of water that she stole from her secret stash in the bus. The secret stash of about ten water bottles that no one knows about and that she goes to when the bus doesn’t have any water left in it. and she’s heard water’s filling, and it was until it made her have to go pee, and after that it was all down hill. She went into a few shops, bought a new vest and shirt for stage as well as some gum and a new pair of new supra shoes that she loved so much. she walked with the bags for a while until she went back to the car to put them back. It was a long walk from the store but it was all good. At least not she was able to go and grab a bite. Food really did sound good right now. coffee actually sounded even better, especially starbuck’s coffee. And to be honest, she hasn’t had her starbucks coffee in over a week and she was starting to have withdraws from her favorite coffee place in the world.
She walked back to where the boston starbucks was and before walking in she did a little walk by a couple of times. Back and fourth before the front door, and the people by the window were just staring at her like she was an idiot just walking back and forth. Actually, she hasn’t been recognized just yet, and that was a surprise, most people would know her by her hair or even her sunglasses or tattoo on the inside of her wrist, but apparently since it was a big city people were so caught up in their own business to even notice. And once she took off her sunglasses she knew someone would notice her, she just felt it. and boys and girls, she was not exaggerating here, the band was pretty big like many others that were on tour with hers. She walked into the shop and took off the glasses putting them atop her head so she wouldn’t forget or loose them.
As she walked towards the counter she knew exactly what she was getting. Her all time favorite iced vanilla mocha frappuccino that she got every time she went, and occasionally she’d get the mint if they were out of vanilla but the vanilla was the one she always tried to order first. Rarely were they ever out of the vanilla anyway. She ordered and waited for her order, no one yet has come up to her. maybe they realized that she wanted to be left alone? Or maybe they were just shocked she’d be there without any guard? But whatever, she was there and that’s what was happening. She got her coffee and went to a table to just relax from all the walking she’s done this day. She looked took a seat on the side where it wasn’t exactly a booth but it was pushed up against a wall with two chairs and a table in the center of the two chairs and as the table was connected with the wall the chairs were swivel and weren’t connected. Carson wasn’t exactly sure, but this might’ve been the coolest starbucks coffee place she’s ever been to, and she has been to many. In airports, in towns, in cities, but out of them all, this one stood out.
tagged; MILO! my main man (sorta)
words; 1,033, im totally surprised!
notes; this was awesome to write, and i love bertha!
music; weightless - all time low
credits; banner from caution and templet by me, KRIS!
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Post by milo on Jul 2, 2009 14:54:38 GMT -5
One shot. One dream. That was all it took to frazzle Milo Ryan King, who was currently waking up from one of his flash back dreams. Cold sweat. He felt it too frequently, and it was one of the reasons he showered so often. One of the reasons his personal hygiene was always so fit. Also, being dirty was really gross and Milo couldn't tolerate something as disgusting as that. He shot up in his bunk, hitting his head on the ceiling of it. A calloused hand reached up to rub heavy curls, wincing a bit as if it would calm the headache that was obviously going to ensue. From that point he went through his daily routine (teeth, shower, clothes, tie shoes, eat Cheerios, etc.) Just before leaving he rolled up a bandana and pulled his hair back with it (like a headband, but more kick ass.) There wasn't much he had to do today... at least, not to his knowledge... although he was getting a haircut. He hadn't exactly told anyone, but it wasn't something that one feels one must tell the world about and get permission for. It was getting hot out in this horrible summer, and you never knew how hot the next stop was going to be. He ventured off to go get said haircut, and after being done he decided his tired, weary self was in need of a cup of coffee. His headed on his way through the streets of Boston, using his iPhone to navigate towards the nearest Starbucks.
"Milo Ki — !" He shot the girl an almost worried look, putting a finger over his lips in a "shush" position. How on earth had she recognized him? Who knew he'd already got his lovely curls chopped off? Milo wasn't aware of the fact that his face was so easily recognized. "I love IOH! And... you. You're, like, my favorite bass player... ever..." He gulped and nodded, moving closer as he was dragged by the arm into a photo. "Well, uhm, t - thanks." Quick escapes were one of his many skills, and that was what he did then. He grabbed his aviators and put them on, and then he put up his hood. The more inconspicuous the better, he had decided long ago. He wasn't exactly good with fans, and he was mildly embarrassed when he fumbled around talking to them. It wasn't exactly his forté, but people really weren't in general. The band's publicity would probably do best if he just stayed home by himself. For instance, in interviews, he really left answering questions up to Ben and Adrien and the drummer because... when he talked... well, it was rare. Although whenever Milo did have something to say, it tended to be a good, consequential point. Summing it all up from the start, though, he doesn't know how deal with fangirls... or fanboys, if there were any that he'd ever actually dealt with in his time.
Eventually he had made it all the way to the Starbucks, which was probably enough blocks to qualify as his exercise for the day. As soon as he was at the counter, the barista said, "Aren't you Milo King?!" He shook his head no. "Not today, no, I'm not. Do you have coffee here? Just... plain coffee?" Of course they had coffee, but he was sure there had to be some weird other things in it if it had all of those fancy accents aigu and words that would probably twist his tongue in knots. "Well, I guess so... What size?" He curled his fingers around his sweater's sleeve and brought his lip into his mouth. "Medium?" A pause, "Grandé?" His heart skipped a beat. "Doesn't grandé mean large?" This was very frustrating. "No, it's a medium." He shook his head as to what he wanted and then paid, got the coffee, and ran for the hills — or, he would have, if it weren't for seeing a familiar hairstyle sitting in the corner. Milo went in the process of thinking what he might start by saying to her besides, "Carson, let me sit my poor ass down here!" This was done while he put cream and the like into his coffee. After this, he pressed his lips together as he moved closer to the familiarly featured girl, before putting his hand on the table she was sitting at to prop himself up. "Oh my god," The quiet boy spoke (for once), voice turning to become a whisper. "It's Carson Carter. The Carson Carter." He paused, "I am in awe." He took a seat next to her. "Mainly because I'm the only one who's noticed... you're... you." He smiled. "H - hi, Carr." A slight stutter touched on his words. Carson was one of the few people he felt slightly comfortable speaking to, but he tended not to really speak up when around her anyways. At least he had a coffee buddy now, though, and that was all he was asking for.
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Post by carson brett carter on Jul 2, 2009 16:51:35 GMT -5
( Maybe its not my weekend )( but its gonna be my year )• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • she looked through the life & style magazine that she saw and bought, this issue was about jon & kate from jon & kate plus eight. Not that Carson actually believed in all that tabloid mumbo-jumbo, one because sometimes, she never knows when it could be her being talked about in there and that it would be a total and utter lie. She just flipped through as she sipped her coffee little by little, wanting it to last as long as possible. for the fact that she wouldn’t have it for another few days and she’d have withdrawals and since she started to drink starbucks its always been an addiction that she’d live off of forever. She started to read the article about how jon was cheating on kate on their anniversary when she heard her name called from next to her. ”Oh my god,” she heard the male voice say. Before the next parts were added, but this time in a whisper, "It's Carson Carter. The Carson Carter,"
[/I] queue the pause, before the rest was added in the same chant whisper that the part before was said, "Mainly because I'm the only one who's noticed... you're... you. H- hi, Carr,”[/I] the boy smiled. She knew the boy as soon as she looked at him. right away it was clear and positive that it was none other then milo king. Milo king was the bassist of infinity on halt, and they were one of the bands that string of your fate hung out with in free time. though milo rarely talked, Carson knew it was him right away. She didn’t need to shush milo, because he wasn’t being too loud but she did smile at him for not screaming it. ”awe, shucks. I would do a goofy laugh but I’m afraid I’m not good at it,” she joked. Milo was always so kind to Carson and at the moment, she was really flattered that he noticed her. and him of all people had noticed her. she looked at him and what he had in his hand. Just plain coffee. Man, dude, c’mon we all know coffee’s pretty cool, but we all know them fancy iced ones are better. But Carson guessed it was all with the taste or mood that someone was in. taking another sip of her mocha, she looked over at milo who was sitting next to her. she was at a loss of words. His hair was gone. The curls that she knew so well, gone. He had to have gotten a hair cut. It was obvious that it was done, and those curls were something that Carson felt made milo really stand out, and to her, standing out was a good thing. Standing out was something that made a person unique. Sure, she did know that milo liked to be not noticed and be quiet but, really, sometimes one has to just speak. And Carson was proud to hear milo speak to her. it has really been a while, and the last time milo and Carson spoke was seriously quite a while ago, when their two bands had gone on tour together over the winter or sometime like that. And when milo does speak to people, usually its nothing but nice, she has seen milo in full charge and what he sometimes does with the guys when he does warm up and speak. He really is a great and wonderful person that loves to have fun like a child does. And, nosy little Carson always wonders what the reason behind what a person does is. But milo was another case, she didn’t know his reason, maybe it was just the idea of growing up. and really, Carson could only ever take a very educated guess on what she thought. She decided to ditch the magazine on the other side of the table and get into a conversation with milo, a one-on-one conversation if she was able to. Usually when she did talk with milo, she and he weren’t the ones that were speaking to each other. Mostly it would be her band and the rest of his band chatting about some plans they all had, or maybe about some girl they all saw at the concert. And when they did talk about girls, Carson would either go on the computer or maybe play with her iPhone or just find something else to do. She seriously didn’t care about the ‘hot girl’ they all saw on the concert in the fifth row in seat number twenty-five or what not. She would be all like, ”oh, yea, that’s cool, I’m going to go and hang out in my bunk,’ and then she’d go off and just play around with the music in her iPhone and maybe text a few friends and tweet for a while. People seemed to like twitter, she doesn’t mind it, she does tweet, but sometimes its just weird. Myspace is more of Carson carter’s reign, oh and facebook. She loved myspace and facebook, they were the things that she were really into, and twitter was cool, she loved to update her mood what she’d thinking and what she’s doing but sometimes she’s afraid that some weirdo groupie was following her on it. groupies are way worse then fangirls/boys. They were way more stalker and were just crazy in love with the band that they would come to every concert and everything. She sees them everywhere and was surprised none of them followed her here. ”So what’s new with Milo King and infinity on halt these days?” she said in a loud-hushed voice that only milo and she would be able to hear. And now that the new were with each other it would be more of a riot if someone were to notice them. and that would just cause some crazy fangirl/boy would scream their names or maybe some gossiper that works for the tabloids would take pictures and send them in with a huge long story that they were dating. Whoa. Milo and Carson dating. That was a strange idea that popped into carson’s mind. Wait, wait a second. Why did that idea come into her mind. it sounded. Well strange. how did this…she was going to drop the idea and just stick with the idea of some crazy fan groupie person coming up to them and screaming and it turns into a riot. She looked right at Milo with a nice smile trying to stay alert for anyone that might recognize them both together. She kept her ray-bans atop her head and her hair pushed back from her eyes. Her layered hair just hung down as she waited for milo’s answer. tagged; MILO! my main man (sorta) words; 1, 121 notes; if you reply before i go to my friends. awesome! but if you don't then i'll reply when i get home around 4 or 4:30 ish. music; weightless - all time low listening to; i must be dreaming - the maine credits; banner from caution and templet by me, KRIS![/justify][/blockquote] |
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