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Post by tucker on Jun 29, 2009 18:16:27 GMT -5
He wasn't a big drinker. His problems were more with cigarettes, but he couldn't get drunk off of those. Tucker was a pretty funny drunk, although he could keep composed for some time before the alcohol would really get to him. He also hated being drunk in the first place, so he tended to refrain. Tonight wasn't one of those "I'm the only one here with decent judgement" kind of nights. It was probably the dancing that got to him, because he's too self conscious to do such a thing without being completely obliterated. It wasn't like he was trying to get drunk... only a little, really. Just to relax. And by the end of the night, he was a dancing fiend — which, by the way, is not a good look on him. He's rather embarrassing when he gets into it, although he was eventually too gone to actually dance properly. At any rate, said decisions and consumption were not a good thing when it came to waking up the next day. He had dozed off near four in the morning, and he wouldn't officially wake up until one the next day. Sundays were his favorite days. The only day he really got a chance to relax, and today he was really going to need it for how hungover he was. He was disgustingly groggy, and just a little nauseous. He lay around in his bunk for around a half an hour, pondering wether or not he was prepared to brave the little light that would be in the bus, let alone... outside. He could sense the headache developing already.
But soon enough, other things got in the way of his laziness.
His fingers shook slightly as he searched recklessly around for a pack of cigarettes. Withdrawals, even when minor, were the worst thing. Ever. But when you actually got your hands on the cigarette, it was like tasting ice cream for the first time (but much less rewarding in the long run.) Once he had found the pack, he fumbled out of the bunk and tugged on the pair of jeans which he failed to ever change out of, and then made his way for the bus door. But as he walked to the door, he realized his hunger was a much more prevalent feeling than the need for a smoke, so he walked over to the cupboard for the first time. Coco Puffs were his favorite cereal and his daily breakfast. Excited, he pulled out the box and shook it about. No noise of cereal was evident, and he took a brief look down into the darkness that was the inside of the box. Nothing. Irritated, he turned around and said, a little louder than some people may have wished, "Who's eating the rest of my cereal?" He wasn't particularly angry, per se, but he was kind of in a bad mood. He'd had too much to drink the past night and he had detoured from his trip to lighting up. Kaitlynn's curtain over her bunk snapped shut, and he rolled his eyes. Oh, Tucker was going to get her for this one. He pulled opened the curtain to reveal a pajama clad girl eating the food, and bit down on his lips, identifying the not so surprising surprise. "You're... you're eating the last of my cocopuffs!" His red eyes widened and he crossed his arms stubbornly and walked over to the cupboard, throwing open the door and shuffling around the contents. "All that's left are lucky charms!" He glared back at her only half playfully, "Lucky charms are pretty much the bane of my cereal enjoying existence. They're stale marshmallows!" He plopped down next to her and sighed as his stomach let out a faint rumble. "You're the worst, Kait. The worst.
[/i][/b]" He rubbed his eyes and leaned back against her bunk, put on his signature pout and looking at her like some kind of puppy dog. If he couldn't have his coco puffs, she was going to have feel his pain, too. " Awh, now I'mma be so hungry, jerk." He nudged her teasingly and chuckled half - heartedly. He wanted his damn cereal, man. [/color] words. 748, pardon my suckiness. tag. kait landry. outfit. dirty jeans, no shirt/shoes. too lazy for putting on clothes, haha. [/size][/blockquote][/font] |
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Post by kaitlynn nichole landry on Jun 29, 2009 19:44:38 GMT -5
HOMECOMING, I'M COMING ( m y s w e e t m i s t a k e s u m m e r s o v e r h o p e i t s n o t t o o l a t e) katie woke up bright and early on sunday and had planned to do some internet surfing. she sighed quietly as she laid on her bed. her stomach let out a loud growl and she looked down in surprise. she stifled a laugh and tied her hair up in a ponytail, putting her glasses on her face before pulling back the curtain on her bottom bunk. she swung her legs over the edge and scooted out, standing in the aisle. all her bandmates were either still sleeping or had disappeared outside, but tucker was snoozing, or at least she thought he was. she made her way towards the little kitchen and opened a cabinet to find the only thing left was lucky charms and cocoa puffs. Well, lucky charms taste like shit, so i'm going to have to disappoint tucker. you snooze, you lose. she smirked as she emptied the contents of the box into her bowl and set the box back in the cupboard.
she grabbed the milk and poured it in, watching the milk slowly turn a nice, chocolate color. she smiled and heard tucker stirring in his bunk. her eyes widened and she threw the milk back in the fridge and went back to her bunk, jumping in and hiding the bowl on the little table/shelf that jutted out from the foot of her bed. she shrunk back and watched him sleepily make his way past her bunk. she was quick as she snapped the curtain shut, trying to hide it. she pulled out a magazine and flipped through it, balancing the bowl in one hand and eating with another. she was silent as possible as she heard him talking to himself and she ducked silently further backwards. hands snatched at her curtain and she was revealed and she looked up wordlessly, a spoon of cereal about to go into her mouth.
she watched him as he made his way towards the cupboards and pulling out the lucky charms. she snickered and he sat down beside her. "Here want the rest? I'm full," she replied pushing the coca puffs towards him. she pushed her way past him to the fridge and grabbed the carton of orange juice, pouring herself a nice, tall glass. she sat back down, cross-legged on the bed and sipped her drink, looking at him innocently. "Sorry, but lucky charms are icky," she giggled. "You're up rather late, buddy," she replied give him a friendly sister-like kiss on the cheek.
WORD COUNT ughh
LYRICS: hey monday!
OUTFIT just shorts and a tank
NOTES eww my worst, sorry!
TAG tucker!
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Post by tucker on Jul 1, 2009 15:04:00 GMT -5
"Nope, they're soggy and almost gone by now, anyways." His stubbornness was impeccable, and so was his pickiness. Tucker had a knack for being very selective with foods and clothes and etcetera. His own thing he wasn't picky about was friends. Friends were worth the slack. He paused before answering to her next remark. Yes, he was up late, but wasn't he always? One of his least favorite things was waking up early in the morning, after all. She should have known that — but, he did not usually wake up all groggy like this at one in the afternoon. "I also went to bed... rather late." He groaned softly, "And not with good, dirty connotations. I'm pretty sure I'm like... the anti-man magnet, to be honest. But yeah, I just couldn't fall asleep, and I was legitimately fearing falling asleep. Because that meant a hangover tomorrow. Or... today, you know."
Hangovers. Probably the bane of his existence. Also, this one had forced him to ultimately forget about his phobia of having bad breath and throw caution to the wind and... well, talk before brushing his teeth. It was a problem he had developed because of having to wear overnight retainers and braces for most of his life prior to the tour. It only really crossed his mind when she kissed his cheek, at which point he made the comment, "Ah, shit, you got girl cooties on me, Kait!" He chuckled half-heartedly as he wiped the kiss off his cheek. He also felt a little bad. He hadn't exactly shaved off his stubble today yet, which was sort of a problem. That was another thing Tucker didn't really like — facial hair, especially it being on himself or in highly unattractive mustaches on certain men. Some people could pull it off, but he certainly wouldn't be able to. That was the reason he had never tried it out, to be honest. He was afraid of the uncertain mockery he would probably obtain from Kaitlynn and most likely everyone else in the band/crew/etc. He didn't take criticism very well, so he was just going to avoid it all together.
"So, what have you done today? Besides eat my cereal when you should be eating lunch?" He wrinkled his nose and pulled his legs up into pretzel - style, trying to find a comfortable position in the small bunk. Sure, the bus was hell at times, but he did actually enjoy the little beds. He liked secluded places in general, although they weren't always the best for people who were a) tall guys such as himself and b) in dreadful need of being with other people at most times. Tucker was pretty persnickety person about... well, everything, and as much as it was a flaw he wouldn't be the same without it.
words. 500. haha, they'll get longer as they actually start talking.
tag. kait landry.
outfit. dirty jeans, no shirt/shoes. too lazy for putting on clothes, haha.
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Post by kaitlynn nichole landry on Jul 8, 2009 21:32:27 GMT -5
HOMECOMING, I'M COMING( m y s w e e t m i s t a k e s u m m e r s o v e r h o p e i t s n o t t o o l a t e) katie was quiet as she watched tucker. he was definitely a big brother to her and katie absolutely adored him. she loved messing with him. she pouted, sticking out her bottom lip when he complained about her cereal being too soggy. "Well, Tucker, as someone once told me, 'You get what you get, and you don't get upset." she giggled. the girl looked up at the boy, her eyes not moving away. he was definitely a cute kid and katie was surprised he couldn't get any dates or anyone. if he was straight, katie would definitely try to go for him, but now he was a big brother to her and he was gay, secondly. as he groaned, katie watched him wordlessly. she let her mind wander slightly, thinking about dallas. he was definitely a cute kid, too and she kind of had a thing for him. she wouldn't dare tell that to tucker, in fear of how he would feel about that.
she shrugged it off and stared, looking around the bus before focusing her attention back on tucker. "Aww, I'm sorry. You're not an anti-man magnet. You just have not found the right one. Like me," she replied. she reached over and brushed his hair out of his eyes in a motherly fashion. that was katie. she knew all about his hangovers. "Maybe eat some bread or something? Do you want me to cook you breakfast?" she asked sweetly, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it over one shoulder. her hair was rather long and she figured it was time to get it cut. she was having a bit of trouble focusing on him with her one good eye. she still had not told him about her blindness in her left eye. only sophie knew about that and she didn't want to be judged or receive sympathy from anyone. she simply wanted to be normal.
she giggled as he wiped his cheek. "Well, it's okay. They'll dry off," she teased as she hopped of the bed, depositing her now empty bowl into the sink. she turned on the tap and ran her bowl under the warm water, rinsing it out before popping it into the little dishwasher under the counter. She leaned back against the counter looking at him blankly, blinking quite a few times to focus on him properly. her band mates simply thought she was super clumsy and always tripped here and there, but in fact it was her eyesight that made her terrible at seeing when she moved. "Well, I'm still hungry. That little bowl of cereal did nothing. I'm going to make myself a sandwich." she grinned. She turned to grab ingredients from the fridge and proceeded to create a masterpiece for herself. she loved that she could cook and was rather thankful, considering all the boys on her bus.
she laid out slices of roast beef and provolone on one slice of white bread covered with mustard and mayo. stacking lettuce and tomato on after wards, she closed up the sandwich and took a bite, enjoying the crisp, refreshing taste of it. she eyed tucker, watching him find a comfy position on her tiny bed.
WORD COUNT ughh
LYRICS: hey monday!
OUTFIT just shorts and a tank
NOTES eww my worst, sorry!
TAG tucker!
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