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Post by melissalaurenriley on Jun 29, 2009 3:17:54 GMT -5
BENEDICT! YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT! Vocals were heard with a somewhat shrill edge which was quickly followed by banging and the recognizable sound of pots and pans falling after eachother and hitting the floor. A numerous amount of squeaks were uttered, along with a few curse words and a couple of made up ones, not excluding ofcourse, a very drawn out sentence including every bad word melissa had learned since she had been born. benedict, i swear, you are going to be the death of me! [/b] melissa snapped out quickly as she army crawled beneath a barrage of fallen pots and pans to grab the russin drawf hamster she had owned for only a few weeks. They had a system, those two did. Benedict was to stay in his cage and act all adorable untill melissa grabbed him out for play time, in which they would run around random places with benedict sitting on her shoulder. It was a solid system, but benedict had decided to throw the rules out of his cage and follow them. Then again, melissa had been so excited to get ahold of the kiddie pool she had bought at toys r' us earlier that day she may or may not have forgotten to lock the hamsters cage the right way and double check it. whoops. finally, i got choo[/color] melissa spoke with a triumphant grin as she held the hamster in the air and pushed herself off the ground with her free hand. Standing up she did a small victory dance as she walked back to her bunk, lifted up the curtain and placed benedict carefully back into his cage, getting a small rebelious squeal in return as she locked it carefully. Rubbing her hands together she raised on her tip toes in a stretch before grinning. well benedict, while the band is away, melissa will play[/color]. The band in question of course was disasterous ending, melissa's group of friends back from home. She ofcourse sang and screamed for the group and was currently enjoying every second of being on this tour. It truely was an experience she was going to tressure for the rest of her life. Turning around she skipped towards the kitchen, frowning silently as she stared down at the mess inside. That would take a while to clean up. Sighing she quickly began picking up pans and shoving them in random order in random cabinets, hopefully whoever went for the oreo's next wouldn't mind digging around in a pan for them. Huh, she would probably be yelled at for all the disorder in the bus, but after a couple of im sorry's and hugs all around, she would be forgiven and have to put everything back where it was, and she was fine with that for now. Considering it a temporary job well done, melissa setteled on working on her next task - filling the kiddie pool. Grabbing the packaging off the table she fled outdoors, frowning as soon as the summer heat hit her. Fighting the urge to run back inside and play video games with benedict on her lap she sat down on the bottom steps and began blowing up the pool. After about twenty minutes of red cheeks and light breathing, the rather bright green pool was blown up and sat on the ground a few feet over from the bottom steps but still infront of the bus. Grinning melissa ran up the steps and after a few minutes of having absolutely no idea what she was doing, managed to get a hose hooked up to the sink facuet and throwing it out the window it landed perfectly in the pool. Turning it on she watched in satisfaction for a moment as water began to sputter out and turn into a steady run and begin to fill the pool. Running to the bathroom she shut the door and quickly changed into a multicolored volcom bikini, she pushed her hair up into a messy ponytail, her bangs still hanging out lazily in front as she stepped out of the bathroom. Snatching up a pair of sunglasses, unsure who they really were just knowing that they had little cartoon transformers on them, she leaned over the sink and peeked into the pool. YEEESSSS[/color] she shouted, jumping up and down. The pool was full and was basically screaming "MELISSA! COME SIT IN MEEE!" and now everyone knows that melissa isn't the kind of girl to resist an invitation like that. Would any civil minded person?! Grinning from ear to ear she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and pausing just before she got to the stairs, turned back and grabbed benedict from his cage. be a good little hamster and try not to drown[/color] she mumbled as she allowed him to crawl on her shoulder and she headed outside. Throwing a towel out before her she stepped over it and into the kiddie pool, letting out a sigh fo relief as the cool water lapped around her calfs. She had done the right thing by getting a five ringer instead of a two. Grinning she lowered herself into the pool and leaned back against the edge, eyes closing for a moment as benedict crawl over her arms, trying to test how far he could get without falling in. benny, your adorable dry, but you might be a bit creepy wet[/color] she teased her pet as she noticed a shadow falling over her eyesight. Benedict, who wasn't exactly the most sturdy of animals freaked out, scratching the girl on her chest which caused melissa to squeal and jump up, only to slip and fall back in the pool. Blinking she sat up, pushing her wet hair from her face as her sunglasses fell down, resting underneath her nose and just above her lip while a wet benedict squeaked and clung to melissa's chest. ow, benny stop it![/color] she commanded, forgetting completely that someone was standing above her she smiled sheepishly. please, forget you just saw that[/color] she spoke, blinking as she tried to identify who was standing by her. TAGGED[/color]: tucker! WORD COUNT[/color]: 1022 LISTENING TO[/color]: weightless - all time low NOTE[/color]: erhnmm, helllooo : D [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by tucker on Jun 29, 2009 19:18:34 GMT -5
Some people are particularly touchy - feely, and some people can't stand it. Hypocritically enough, Tucker falls into both of those categories. You see, he's not that big on having people hang on top of him constantly. In his opinion, touching is really a... conditional thing. Something where you really need to be invited into another person's arms before you just jump into it. His regard for personal space is perhaps not as strong as he likes other people's to be, however, and he is also someone who longs to just be held on to. And a lot of the time, he gets what he wants. And here they were, sitting around in a circle, and everyone knew damn well that Tucker's loneliness and need for something slash something to cling to. It was obvious enough, because he had a particularly attractive male groupie strung across his lap. That was all groupies were good for. Admiration, which he couldn't say he was in dire need of. And, of course, affection. Attention. Those were two things that Tucker was not the type to live without. Tucker hated them most of the time anyways.
Some times Tucker had mood swings. Right now was one of those times. Wiggling a bit beneath the other man's body, he eventually got himself loose from the grip. "I think I'm going to go and... take a walk. I could go for some air, I guess." He shrugged softly and walked away from his band mates, eventually finding himself going off to walk towards the bus. Maybe he needed alone time, not air. Air was for squares anyways. His attention was diverted when he saw Melissa fumbling around for her hamster outside of the bus. It was a funny sight, he had to admit, but he wasn't interested in making fun of her for it. Tucker began to walk over towards her to go have a little small talk.
"Hey Me —" And she fell. "Shit!" The splash almost made him decide to jump into the pool fully clothed. You know, to... well, save her. Clearly, Tucker Halliday isn't exactly what one would call "heroic," but he also isn't the type to sit around and let bad things just happen. That said, he isn't a bad person, no, not usually. Upon realizing that she was most likely fine, his shoulders became less tense and he looked down at her warily before joking around with her a bit."Damn, girl," He laughed softly, "A little clumsy, Melissa?" He looked down nervously at his feet, and then to the scarcely dressed girl. "I'm... so sorry for, er, startling you." He paused, "You're alright, right? And.. the, uh, rodent, too?" He was under the impression that hamsters were cute, but it just looked like some crazy rat when it was under water. Fortunately for Melissa, she was a different case. "Because if you aren't, I will proceed to start freaking the fuck out." He chuckled quietly, smiling softly as she spoke. "You know, I'm beginning to wish I had had a camera a few seconds ago. Just sayin'."
PARDON MY EPIC FAILURE, PLEASE. THIS MAY BE MY WORST POST... EVAH! I PROMISE IT'LL GET BETTER.
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Post by melissalaurenriley on Jun 29, 2009 20:36:31 GMT -5
OHMYLANTA! [/color] the girl squealed as she figuered out who was standing next to her, observing one of her more ungraceful moments in her life. It wasn't the worst, but it was totally in the top ten. Oh dear. Pushing her sunglasses up she smiled sheepishly at her friend as she swatted lightly at benedict so he would stop clinging to her skin. oh you know, just a little tuck[/color] she spoke with a grin as she ran her finger tips over her hamster and flipped him over in her hand to check his stomache to make sure he was fine, which he was. yuck benny, you look like brain from pinky and the brain[/color] She spoke, shaking her head before returning her attention to tucker as he questioned if she was alright or not. yeaah, im fine. just embarressed. i cant believe that just happened. and im flippen sober too! what the heck!?[/color] she spoke, eyes widening for a moment as she shook her head and let out a sigh as she placed benny on the side of the pool and stood up, pausing halfway through to make sure she wasnt about to have a repeat of what had just happened. well, no matter how much i enjoy to see you freak out[/color] she teased, grinning at her friend im fine and so is the hamster[/color] she replied as she stepped cautiously out of the kiddie pool, stopping to look back for a moment and glare at it. She had really spent almost half an hour blowing up that demon pool and it repaid her by almost killing her in a freak slipping hamster accident. Life was crueeeeeel. awe crap, im bleeding[/color] she spoke, glancing down at her left collar bone where benedicts nails had dug into her skin. Thats what she gets for not cutting his nails the day before. here, i need a bandaid and benedict needs to be put away. come inside[/color] she spoke, motioning towards the stairs she picked up her towel and threw it over her shoulder, grabbing benedict and skipping up the stairs, making sure to leave the door open for tucker she made it to her bunk and quickly put benedict in his cage before turning back and reaching into her bag pulled out a pair of shorts and a torn up misfits shirt and quickly pulled them on so she wasn't just standing around in a bikini. Managing to find a bandaid she placed it over the marks on her skin and turned back to face tucker. now that i dont look like a drowned rat, wheres my hug tuck?![/color] she questioned with a grin as she held her arms out to the boy. Normally they didnt really see eachother unless they were both drunk and at the same party, or meetingup to go get drunk at a party, but melissa had been meaning to get to know the kid better. She already knew he was extremely sweet and nice and she didnt see a problem with having another friend. you could never have too many anyways in melissa's opinion. Walking over to the counter melissa picked up a packet of crumpled salems and tapped one out. Placing it between her lips she lit up quickly and held the packet and the lighter up so tucker could see. whats mine is yours[/color] she spoke with a shurg as she hoisted herself onto the small counter that you were suppose to prepare food on, not sit on. So tucker, long time no see, how ya been?[/color] the girl questioned, head tilting to the side as she blew smoke upwards and leaned back. Well, it wasn't really that long, she had seen him last night in a faze of hennessey and vodka but couldn't remember if she had talked to him or not. Besides, anytime longer then two hours was too long of not seeing someone. If she could have her friends around her at all times, she would. The girl disliked being alone, actually no, she loathed it. Maybe it was just because she got bored easily, who knows? want anything? food, alcohol [/color] she paused, pulling open a drawer closest to her and grabbing out the first thing she touched and coming back with a slightly frown. or maybe even a rubber ducky missing an eye?[/color] she questioned, eyeing the one eyed duck suspicously. howd that gotten there? actually, where the fuck was the ducks eye?! huh, that was a question for the ages it seemed. TAGGED[/color]: tucker! WORD COUNT[/color]: 751 LISTENING TO[/color]: old escape the fate. NOTE[/color]: haha, its okay.mine wasn't that fantastic either [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by tucker on Jul 1, 2009 16:17:40 GMT -5
"Oh, no. More skinny like Pinky and not as big of a head as Brain.. who kind of scared the crap out of me as a kid, to be quite honest with you. It was maybe the appearance, or easily that the mouse was legit smarter than me." He shrugged softly. All he knew was he liked Pinky better. "Haha, sober accidents do happen, you know. All the time, which is sort of a bummer, because then you have to remember it." He pouted. On the other hand, if you didn't remember it you'd probably just be hurting without knowing why and that would suck. "No, I'm just a sad sight when I'm freaking out. It's not even worth it half of the time," He laughed softly at himself. "Alright, good."
He hated blood. Hated it. Tucker looked down at her collarbone, and frowned ever so slightly, gulping. He put his hand on his mouth and kissed it, then touching lightly where he cut was. "All better now, right?" He smiled softly and then proceeded to follow her into the tour bus. A new smell hit his nose and he wrinkled it ever so slightly, before relaxing and waiting as she disappeared into her bunk. "Awh, babe, you never look like a drowned rat." And with that, he took her in his arms. He liked hugs an exponential amount, especially with little people (littler than him, at any rate.) Releasing her from his arms, he looked down at her again.
Reaching out and taking hold of the pack with tattooed fingers, he smiled appreciatively. "Remind me to let you bum a cigarette off of me next time I have some." He quickly lighted the cigarette and placed it between eternally chapped lips. That boy could really use some chap stick. Tucker leaned up against the wall with a certain nonchalance, taking another drag before looking back to her.
"Long time no sober see. But pretty good, you know. Nothing new, really. How about you?" He looked down at her, allowing the cigarette to linger on his lips awhile longer before allowing it to rest between his fingers. "Oh, no, thanks. Just ate a little while ago, and it's just a little early for me." He smirked. Tucker paused, "But the rubber ducky, of course. I could always use one of those, you know." He wasn't quite sure how she'd just come to acquire the duck missing one of its little beady eyes, but he wasn't planning on asking at such a time. But, truthfully, he didn't need it. He wasn't the one who had just been in a bath of sorts, after all.
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