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Post by KILLIAN I. HUMPHREY on Dec 14, 2009 20:43:06 GMT -5
I know I sound repetitive, 'cause I'm repeating myself!
Stepping into the food court, Killian sighed. Min and Phee were not present. He had yet to see the aforementioned girls in what seemed like an eternity, for he had been visiting his parents and sisters back home in Portland. Pursing his lips, he removed his sunglasses. Yeah, they were badass, but who really needed sunglasses inside? Sitting in a lounge chair, Killian tapped lightly on his leg. Not deciding to get food before they arrived (that'd make him look like a pig, right? At least that's what he thought.), he picked up the nearest magazine and leafed through the pages, stopping momentarily on articles or advertisements with interesting pictures. Absentmindedly picking up another magazine and scrapping the other one, he thought of his venture back home. It went well. No better, no worse. Nothing was spectacular, no adornments from his parents and/or sisters as usual, but they seemed to respect him more than they usually did; which was quite nice, to say the least. His mother seemed the most distant, though. This tweaked his interest, due to the fact his mother secretly doted on him throughout his childhood. Must be menopause or something... he thought lightly. He knew she would have slapped him in jest if she heard his words, which made Killian feel a little assurance inside. Waking up to the foggy. murky gray harbors of Maine was definitely heartwarming for Killian; since he's been in Boston with the band, he's felt a little detached from reality, in a sense. It felt surreal being in the biggest contest for bands that are uprising to stardom, no matter how naïve that sounded. Drifting back into now, he peeked around the lounge. The people were scattered having fruity, costly drinks while taking in the city of Boston firsthand. Some amorous couples nuzzled sappily whilst sipping porcelain cupped lattes that were brimming with cream colored foam. Who knew watching people carry out their daily tasks in such cavalier manner was so intriguing. Wondering when Min and Phee would arrive, Killian sighed, tossing the ineffably boring magazine onto the pile of other ineffably boring magazines.
ooc: Sorry this isn't amazing. I actually like some parts of it, though; this makes me happy. (:
381 words for post; 410 as a whole.
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Post by MINERVA L TRESCOTT on Dec 14, 2009 20:57:21 GMT -5
The sky was light when she woke up. It was still strange, waking up there. Hearing his breaths, and seeing him there. It was an alien sort of comfort, she loved it, but it was strange all the same. She just didn't know how she did it, but she did it all the same. She woke up, and there he was. He looked funny when he slept, his hair all disheveled, snoring slightly. She smiled to herself, and leaned up in bed. Uh, oh, now how was she to get out. She carefully slipped over him, by his legs. She was a thin girl, small to begin with. So, she did it lithly. Went over to his head, smiled, and pushed back his hair with her hand, kissing his forehead. It was something she would have to get used too, she guessed.
She looked around, usually she didn't wake up until a few hours after Caleb, but he stayed in bed with her. She guessed he liked her like that. Her phone, right. Killian? Yea, Killian. She had promised Phee they would get together. She dressed quickly, tripping around the room to pull on the clothes. She grabbed her sun-glasses, and slid through the door, sparing on look at him. She smiled. She guessed she loved him, if that was the word one would use for this mixed up feeling.
She paraded through the food court. People vaguely knew her, Caution Tape wasn't that big of a band yet. But it had it's hard-core fans, she supposed. She made it too the food court in a reasonable amount of time. She felt bad not getting something, so she got some sort of drink. Lemonade, she guessed. She wasn't paying attention. She hadn't really taken a lot of time to get ready. Her hair was messed up, and she looked as disheveled as Caleb did. She was so confused by him, endlessly. It was a terrible thing. She wanted him so bad, but she was still so confused. She saw Killian, and ran over, pushing back a chair. God, she didn't even have a purse, but her phone was in her pocket at least. "Hey. What's up?" She swirled the drink. She always felt awkward in conversation, but she supposed it was time for her to make some new friends.
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Post by phoenixkatieskye on Dec 14, 2009 21:13:59 GMT -5
Phoenix had woken up so early, pacing around. Min had texted her early that morning to meet her in the food court, to see Killian. She had been freaking out completely, not knowing what to wear, what to say. Her mind was being racked for ideas of outfits, and she worried. Her hands ran through her hair quickly, letting it air dry. It was weird, feeling this way. She never liked boys like this; she had never had a boyfriend. Ever. So liking a boy like this wasn't, well, normal for Phoenix. She was the little innocent girl that everyone loved, but she really couldn't be that way with a boy, could she? Her mind was almost racked through and through, with worries up to her neck.
She got ready slowly, putting herself together perfectly. Picking the perfect outfit, the perfect makeup, and spending time doing her hair. Phoenix didn't know why she actually cared for once; normally she just threw her apparence together, and that was the way she looked. Maybe she just shouldn't care. But maybe she should get ready. Her mind was going a mile a minute, going crazy. She was freaking out completely, and just took off all her makeup, and putting on a little bit, and just threw together a random, quick outfit. Not like she didn't care, but enough to look like she didn't care to impress anyone but herself. Throwing on sunglasses, Phoenix grabbed her phone, and realized how late she was.
Texting Min quickly, Phoenix hurried over to the food court. She bought a sweet tea, and spotted Min quickly. With of course, Killian. Her eyes went straight to him, but she tried to look away. It was hard, of course. She walked over slowly, like she didn't care so much. Wrapping her arms around Min's next, she giggled and kissed her on the top of the head. "Hello dear" She spoke quietly, looking up at Killian with a grin. She pulled a chair up, and sat herself down. She didn't need anything else, but to be here.
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Post by KILLIAN I. HUMPHREY on Dec 14, 2009 21:48:18 GMT -5
Spotting Min, he smiled a welcome to her as she sat beside him. Giving a casual, friendly wave, Killian was relieved to see her. "Why, hello there." He said, nodding. "Feels like I haven't seen you or the others in forever." Looking at her drink, he pursed his thin lips mildly. "Be right back!" The young man exclaimed as he jumped up to the bar and quickly ordered an un-alcoholic piña colada. Sitting back down, he notice Phee was walking in. With a smile on his face, he watched her humorously greet Min and shyly glancing at him. Holding his beachy drink up to her, he grinned, waved with the other hand, and said "Welcome, Phee! How's it going?" Setting his drink on the coffee table beside him, Killian ran his index finger around the glass' rim. He dearly needed to be filled in on what has happened. "So, girls, what's been going on since I left?" He was sure a lot of things had happened, for Min, the poor girl, was always in some kind of drama. Phee, on the other hand, kept the drama nonexistent, which was nice, definitely. Taking a bored sip of his drink, he watched as a few people walked in. They obviously thought they were something else, and made a scene ordering tons of drinks for the tons of people. Jesus he thought, I don't see why they think yelling will persuade the bartender to make the drinks faster. Rolling his eyes, he looked back to his friends, grinning amicably.
ooc: sorry for the shortness!
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Post by MINERVA L TRESCOTT on Dec 17, 2009 15:49:34 GMT -5
Her, being in love, being loved, was a crime. And Caleb was her getaway car. She stll felt like she used him, but hadn't said anything to him about it, really. Only in passing. Parker said she was an idiot for thinking that, but it was this horrible nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she just couldn't seem to shake, no matter the way she went about it. She felt guilty, too, for while some, like Phee, wished for love, stood and stared at what they wanted, she had just had it handed to her, thrown at her. And even then, she picked it up like a dead fish, or like it was an alien that had suddenly landed in her backyard. Only now was she starting to embrace it, and she felt like she was tripping up every step on the way.
She giggled when Phee came behind her, and it made her pause to think. She didn't like it when people came into her zone, normally, her carefully contrived bubble. But she liked when Phee, or Caleb (especially Caleb) touched her. They both knew she was breakable, and tehy had a soft lingereing touch, reassurance. It was nice, and it made her relax. She felt a strange calm, and she was at ease. A wry smile crept on her face. "Back 'atcha, babe." She let a little giggle slip loose. She loved her friends, the golden and the few.
Minerva did not like drama, nor did she condone of it. Which was why she guessed she was not on outright speaking terms with Bella, as it was. She had never been atttracted to it, and it had never turned it's greedy eyes on her. So, when Killian asked, she felt herself pale. Was she ready to admit stuff like that? Could she admit it to herself? Killian probably already knew Caleb was after her; he spent the most time around them when they were together, since they were all in a band, and such. "Um.." She hiccuped once, like a drunk. She ran her finger around the glass, letting the little drops condense and fall. She looked at Phee, unsure. "Heh, well, I guess," One short, hysterical burst of laughter made it past her lips. She took a quick, subtle breath. "meandCalebaregoingout?" It came out quick, in a whoosh of air and mangled words. Back to the goddamn questions. It seemed any time she got even close to this subject that questions were all her mouth would frame.
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Post by *serendipituuuus on Dec 31, 2009 15:52:50 GMT -5
bump for liana?
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Post by KILLIAN I. HUMPHREY on Jan 3, 2010 13:29:02 GMT -5
Lifting his eyebrows gently in surprise, Killian blinked a few times. He did not see that coming. Or, coming so soon. Yes, there had been quite the amount of sexual tension between the two, but this soon? Before the tour ended? Subtly opening his mouth, he thought what to say carefully. He loved Min and Caleb like siblings; they'd been in a band together for so long. Amicably smiling, Killian noted, "I'm glad you two are happy together. You're a great couple. Both outgoing, musical..." trailing off, he was still in a mild state of shock. Clearing his throat and glancing to Phe, he knew not what to speak of now. There was not much to top that confession of Min's. Sipping his drink awkwardly, he stole a glance to the window, where people were engaged in their daily doings. The soft, gentle music in this section of the food court was getting on Killian's nerves. Nothing bothered him more than bubblegum pop music. He gave rappers more credit, for they make their own beats. Alternative and rock obviously got a lot of credit from Killian, but classical artists acquired the most. They don't make senseless lyrics, they just express their emotions with their instruments. Digressing from reality, Killian remembered when he played the violin in high school. Not many knew about that at all, for most of his friends would ridicule him for playing such an instrument. Biting his lip, he looked back to Minerva. "I wish you and Caleb the best of luck. You're good people." Stretching his arms out in front of him and yawning, he exclaimed "That car ride back to Boston was tiring. I forgot how much mom loves to talk." He chuckled gently, for his family, no matter how dysfunctional it was, always talked so much. How he'd veered off track from them was quite complex to explain, really. A story he'd like not to retell to anyone. Going back to Min's tales, he asked "How is everything else with the band? I've been gone for so long; or, well, it seems like an awful long time." Smiling, Killian loved hearing news from his friends. His trip back home was not as successful as he'd hoped, but he wouldn't bring his drama up, for there was no need.
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