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Post by gavin troy henderson on May 17, 2009 22:50:22 GMT -5
 just talk yourself up[/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N- - - - - - - - - - - -coffee. it wasn't really something that gavin would usually drink on a regular basis back at home in colorado, but he had found that he had acquired a taste for it while he was on tour. don't ask him how, why, or when, but after being out on the road for a little bit, nothing gave him that extra jolt in the morning like some coffee. or a latte, really depending on whether or not there was a starbucks around. if there was a starbucks, like there was in this city, gavin gladly ordered himself a venti iced chai tea, no matter how cold it was outside. so, with there being a starbucks around, naturally when the ginger rolled out of his bunk that morning (quite ungracefully, i might add), he knew that the only way that he was going to be able to function properly, was if he got a chai tea in him. he wasn't quite sure what was with starbucks and their tall, grande and venti size things, but he did know that they made some beastly drinks, that he was more than happy to pay nearly five bucks for. the pricing was a little ridiculous, and it took his wallet some getting used to, but the end result was worth it. if he really tried, he could probably buy the chai stuff and make the drink himself, but each time he contemplated it, he recalled the last time he tried to make a pot of regular coffee. he thought he was going to poison himself and anyone else that drank it. let's just say that spencer had sworn that, if he could help it, gavin would never be allowed near a coffee pot again. apparantly it was that bad.
without waking up talen and his other bandmates, gavin tugged on some of his jeans that he was sure were clean. and, well, if they weren't clean, they sure as hell at least looked clean. it didn't really matter, since he was just going a little ways up the street. his white v-neck that he had slept in remained on him, since he was too tired to change it. it was quite an adorable sight; gavin's hair was sticking up in the back, and his bangs were splayed across his face in a messy fashion. it was pretty obvious that the kid had just woken up and rolled out of bed. it didn't seem to bother him in the slightest, though. without a second thought, he slid his phone and his wallet into his back pockets and slipped on his moccasins. his bracelets had left indentations on his wrists from sleeping on them weirdly, but that was normal in the morning. it was also normal, in the morning, for gavin to stumble over things due to his sleepiness, which was exactly what he had done. he wasn't sure who's shoe it was, but it tripped him, and nearly made him fly face first into the door. that would have been a sight. before he stepped down the stairs, however, gavin grabbed his sunglasses and slid them on. there was no way he was stepping outside into the bright ass morning light without some sort of protective shield to cover his overly tired eyes. he didn't need to get blinded right now.
and damn, was it bright. as soon as he got off the bus, the sun was blaring into his eyes, even through the lenses of his sunglasses. tilting his head toward the ground, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and started walking toward the starbucks. he remembered where it was, and he had no intention of going anywhere else but to starbucks. it wasn't even that far of a walk, so he was a little eager to get inside and sit down without the sun essentially raping his eyes like it currently was. why did it have to be so bright, anyway? people had sensitive eyes in the morning, it wasn't funny. then again, gavin was never really a morning person. he preferred to wake up and stay in bed for at least a half hour before thinking about moving. he didn't understand how people could be so peppy in the morning. he also didn't understand how people could be awake enough to work in the morning. as the door opened to starbucks, he saw a few people scattered around the little coffee shop, and some baristas looking far too awake to be human. the girl behind the register smiled at him as he entered, and he offered a weak, shy smile back as he slid his sunglasses off his face and let them hang from the collar of his shirt. hey,
[/color] he murmured tiredly after she greeted him. can i get a venti iced chai tea?[/color] the girl punched in the order into the register and smiled brightly. that'll be four twenty-three, please. gavin handed her a five and received his change before stepping to the side to wait for his drink. to his surprise, it wasn't even two minutes before a barista was pushing his drink onto the counter. venti iced chai! thanks,[/color] he mumbled again, smiling slightly as he took his drink and got a straw. he found an empty table near the window and moved to sit down. people would probably start to file in within twenty minutes. he knew when he had to be back at the bus, and, when he checked his phone for the time, he was reassured that he had plenty of time to sit, relax, and enjoy his drink. he knew himself, though. he'd probably end up leaving as more and more people came in and started to sit down. it was just in gavin's nature; he was a very shy person, and too many people made him a little uncomfortable. it really sucked when it came to interviews, and especially signing autographs. he would always end up stuttering more than the fans did. it made him feel like a little teenage boy that was talking to the girl he liked for the first time. sometimes he wished he wasn't as shy as he was, but other times it didn't seem to bother him. he got by, and he was alright with it. well, most of the time. other times he kinda wished he was more outgoing, like the majority of the others on the tour. sure, there were a couple bashful kids here and there, but gavin still managed to feel awkward the majority of the time. go figure.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/center] NOTES: voila :] my intros are kinda rambly
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Post by aaron anthony turner on May 18, 2009 17:34:02 GMT -5
 IT'S HARD TO BE THE BETTER MAN[/font][/color] - - - - - - - -when you forget you're trying[/center] AARON TURNER COULD BE DESCRIBED
[/color] as one of those people who completely went against normality. that's what his father had once said to him. or... he thought it was his father. it could have been someone else. names and faces where all too easily mixed in together and being replaced with one another. it was idiotic, ridiculous even, but that's just the way aaron's mind happened to work. or something like that. you know, come to think of it, he wasn't exactly sure how it was that his mind worked. there had always just been a little something off with it. something that made him stick out from most people. or maybe that was just the drugs talking. yeah.. nineteen years old and already addicted to several drugs, not including alcohol. he was a mess, a hot mess. and you can probably take that in as many possible ways as you'd like. but at this time, this place, aaron didn't give a fuck about anything. he was free and flying high. soaring like a bird, or kite. you choose. and it wasn't exactly drugs that he was on. not this early at least. rolling out of bed, he was wearing a lazy smile... and that was it. it wasn't the first time he would have rolled out of a bed, bunk, whatever, and appeared to be completely nude. (most people who knew aaron, knew that he had a tendency to strip at some point during the night. and sometimes - most of the time - fuck the closest thing to him. also, he could recall a distant memory in which he woke up wearing nothing but his birthday suit on someone's porch. but he was comfortable with himself, and that's all that mattered... right?) stumbling, tripping several times, he made his over to the bus' smaller than small "bathroom." and really, he looked like a mess. dark, dark brown curls piled up on his head in various different directions; frizz accompanied those curls. his brown eyes were bloodshot, tired. the iris' lined with black from his recent lack of sleep. there was a bit of dried drool on the corner of his mouth before the wiped it out. and that was about as much as he did before he proceeded to do his "business." not long later he was finally dressed. mostly his outfit consisted of some random clothing he found lying around. for example, his jeans were found at the bottom of his bunk, underwear were in his suitcase, light blue shirt was on the floor and the flannel was on the couch in the back lobby area. whether they were clean or not, he didn't know, nor did he care. was it sad that it was only the beginning of the tour and everything he brought along was all over the place? oh well. the thought never really grabbed a hold of him that much. instead he just continued on and sprayed himself with a bit of cologne that was on the counter. though, it did make him sneeze a few times. oh fucking well. he was too tired to really care. too far away from the planet. now, was this sad that he hadn't even touched a drug and people could possibly say he was on them? maybe his body was used to the abuse from them, leaving him in a permanent high. or maybe there was just no different. or maybe he was just too exhausted. who knew. it didn't matter. it wasn't something that concerned him in the slightest. without as so much as a goodbye to his other band mates, he had left the bus. after finding a pair of white nikes and his white glasses. a wince fell from his lips at the bright, bright light and a groan slipped through his lips. it was far, far too early for this. seriously sun, could you bring the brightness down a few levels? while his eyes grew used to the lighting, he walked away from the bus. at some point, a yawn slipped through his lips while he looked around the area where he managed to walk to. and... yeah.. he had no clue where the hell he was. was this something new? absolutely not. but oh well. there would be a way for him to get back to the bus if he needed to be. or so he hoped. not too long after figuring he was lost, he did find one place that seemed familiar. a starbucks. yeah, the male definitely did not need any caffeine, or any other beverage that would simulate him. or whatever that word was. but hey, what would it hurt if he did? people would only have to deal with him jumping off the walls... and he already that without the help of coffee. though, upon entering the story, he was just a little distracted from his purpose of coming in by a flash of red hair. a flash of red hair attached to a familiar face. a grin broke out on his face at the site of the boy. (though it might have been a bit weird since the boy's hair wasn't that red. but whatever. he could just pass it off as him just looking around the place and spotting him.) instead of going to order himself a coffee, or whatever it was that he was going to get, he headed over to the boy. and there was still that grin on his face. now, he had heard a few things once upon a time (try the other night) that someone was saying that he had a thing for the boy. he really didn't. yeah, the boy was cute and he would probably (most likely) hook up with him in the opportunity arrived. but he was just like that with about 87% of the population. gavin was definitely not exception. the boy just liked to tease him. especially after finding how shy he was. yeah, aaron could be a bit of an asshole from time to time, but that's just the way he was. " hey gavin," he said, maybe just a little bit too loud. but aaron didn't have a concept for quiet. the nineteen year old slid into a seat besides him, grin still on his face. brown eyes looked at the other through the transparent lens of his glasses. " how are we on this absolutely fantastic morning?" TAGGED[/COLOR] gavin henderson WORDS[/COLOR] 1,073 OUTFIT[/COLOR] hispicturesaredistracting.LYRICS[/COLOR] brand new GRAPHICS[/COLOR] mary jane (me) NOTES[/color] i rambled. and this isn't really the best.[/SIZE][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE][/JUSTIFY] |
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Post by gavin troy henderson on May 18, 2009 18:47:05 GMT -5
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N- - - - - - - - - - - -ask anyone that knew gavin, he wasn't exactly the most talkative person on tour. no, in fact, he was quite the quiet one. unless you were extremely close with the kid, he probably didn't say all that much around you. it didn't really surprise him that he ended up in a starbucks by himself this early in the morning, either. as much as he disliked getting up early, he found himself doing it more and more each day of the tour. before everyone else got up and he was bombarded with social interaction, he figured it would be a good idea for him to get out. and that was what landed him here. quietly, he sipped at his drink, capturing the tip of the straw between his teeth and chewing on it idly. poor green piece of plastic was probably going to be in shreds by the time gavin was through with his drink. chewing on his straws was definitely a habit that gavin had no intention of breaking. it kept him from chewing on his bottom lip, and god knows that's ended in him with a split lip a few times. he never noticed how bad he was chewing on his poor lip until someone looked at him and told him that his lip was red and swollen. the straw kept his mouth occupied. he had a weird oral fixation. yeah, that sounded funny, but whatever. some people chew gum, gavin chews on his starbucks straws.
just when he thought he was going to be able to finish his drink quietly. hey gavin. gavin knew that voice, and even if he didn't know the voice, he'd be able to tell by the volume. only aaron was even capable of being that loud that early in the morning. before the redhead could even glance up to confirm his guess, he saw the singer slide into the seat next to him. hey, aaron,
[/color] he murmured quietly, gaze still fixated down on his cup. immediately, he felt a blush start to creep onto his face, and, for once in his life, gavin really hoped that his face was sunburned or something so aaron wouldn't notice. maybe the other boy was just as blinded by the sun as gavin had been when he stepped off the tour bus that morning. it wasn't really a blush for aaron, though, it was just the social thing. gavin needed to get out more, he really, really did. and soon, because he couldn't go through the rest of the tour constantly blushing and stuttering and mumbling everything that came out of his mouth. maybe it wasn't gavin. no, maybe it was just that aaron was so forward, and he wasn't used to that. yeah. the other boy had no problem being loud and outgoing, and everybody on tour knew that. sometimes gavin wondered if aaron only bothered with him because he knew how easy it was to make him blush. he kind of admired his brash, forward nature, but no one needed to know that. as soon as the greeting came out of his mouth, his teeth went right back to chewing on that green straw. he wasn't going to lie, he was a little uncomfortable in the current situation. first off, he was tired. secondly, he had a rather loud, forward, attractive guy sitting next to him with a wide ass grin on his face. that sort of screamed awkward situation for gavin. how are we on this absolutely fantastic morning? well, that was a bit funny. gavin covered his mouth to supress a snort. he had chai tea in his mouth, he didn't need it going all over the place. but, really, that statement made him want to laugh. absolutely fantastic morning? did aaron see how tired gavin looked? sorry,[/color] gavin shook his head, taking another quick sip. finally, he tilted his head to look up at aaron. white glasses framed his eyes. but, absolutely fantastic morning?[/color] he nearly had to stop himself from laughing again. are you fuckin' serious?[/color] mornings were anything but fantastic. then again, he wasn't really surprised hearing that come out of aaron's mouth. the other one didn't really seem to let things get him down. after gavin's slight hatred of the morning wore off, he slid his drink to the side, giving him a little bit of room to stretch his arms across the table. in the process, about four of gavin's knuckle's cracked, and he had to supress a wince. there was something about bones popping, even if they were his own, that just wasn't appealing. it was a bad habit, though, and it was tough as hell to break. the whole while, he really tried to avoid eye contact. his hands came up to his face and ran down the side of his cheek. unfortunately, his face still felt warm, so he was probably still blushing. i guess 'm alright.[/color] his voice was a lot quieter than aaron's had been when he greeted gavin, but that was mostly because he was tired. gavin's voice really wasn't soft by any means, he just didn't talk all that much. tired, s'all.[/color] yeah, tired was an understatement. if he could, he probably would have put his head down on the table and fallen asleep right then and there. come to think of it, that didn't sound like that bad of an idea. before he did anything, he covered his mouth to supress a small yawn. it was rather cute if you looked at it; gavin covering his mouth like a little boy. he got a little curious after he set his chin down on his arms. why're people even awake this early?[/color] so maybe drowsiness and caffiene made him a little more talkative, but he'd rather be talkative around someone like aaron than someone that really couldn't carry a conversation. not that gavin was great on holding conversations himself, but that wasn't the point. the point was he wanted to know how people functioned so early in the day. he didn't know how he got up at six forty-five every morning for school when he was still back home. how did people work nine to five jobs? he couldn't see himself getting up early every day to go to an office and do the samn damn thing day in and day out. good thing he found music, huh? he'd probably be in some class right now if the tour opportunity hadn't come up. and that was why he was grateful for that. music was definitely something he could see himself doing for the rest of his life, even if they never got really big. it wasn't about the fame, it was about being up on a stage every day, playing the music he loved with people that he enjoyed being around. that was what made it so worth living in a bus for weeks at a time.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/center] NOTES: nate looks a tad bit like he wants to jump on that table there..
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TAGGED: aaron turner
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Post by aaron anthony turner on May 21, 2009 16:59:33 GMT -5
IT'S HARD TO BE THE BETTER MAN [/font][/color] - - - - - - - -when you forget you're trying[/center] IF ANYONE ASKED HIM IF HE loved life, then some people might be surprised if he said no. aaron was content with his life, but didn't exactly love it. there were definitely things that could use changing and improvement. for example, the family life that no one was too sure about. he made things out to be like they were perfectly fine.. and left out the small little issue that his mother used to beat him for no apparent reason. or at least he couldn't see the reason. and yeah, he hated her. and his father as well. but he was able to move out as soon as he turned eighteen without a single goodbye or just any word at all. his mother's constant "i love you"'s were really absolutely nothing. her "sorry"'s were meaningless. she'd say that she'd never do it again just to hit him harder in the end.
he had needed to get out of that house. and he was thankful that he did. aaron hadn't spoken to either one of his parents since that day almost two years ago. and he's been relatively happier as well. though most of his life had gone downhill since then. he's become an addict to most things that would kill him sooner than nature would have intended. but he was still standing there. or in this case sitting there. and for whatever reason, he was as chipper as could be. though.. there might have been the slightest bit of headache. but most of that was just because of that little bright ass thing the earth floated around.
a dark brown eyebrow cocked up at the boy's snort, sort of snort. whatever. but then the grin (which had faded just a little bit) twisted into a slight smirk. "now, now gavi. mind your language," he teased, looking at the boy. "but yes. absolutely fantastic. i mean, the world isn't ending, so it's all good. right?" he shrugged after he spoke, a hand reaching up and fixing his glasses. aaron wasn't really that much of a morning person most of the time. depended what the day was, where he woke up, who he woke up with, and how many drugs or liquor he had taken the night before. if he woke up with a headache the size of china, then he would just naturally be a dick to everyone in site. today just happened to be one of those days where he didn't. so he was in a relatively good mood. though, he could go for a hit of something. didn't really matter what it was just as long as it numbed his body, gave him a slight high. but such things might be a little inappropriate for a starbucks, no?
there were only a few occasion where aaron had been able to continue on with his little addictions in such a public place like this. though both were later at night, and with no one really around. since it was still early in the morning and people were still waking up, he figured going something here wouldn't be a good thing. but he could wait. he could control the urges. besides, he had something to keep his mind off of it. not that teasing gavin exactly equated to the same amount. but it could serve as a good substitution until he got bored. which really could be at any moment. but for now, he was absolutely content.
his eyes watched the boy (watching him in the least creepy way as possible, which might have almost been impossible for aaron) as he talked, smirking just a bit at his movements. yeah, he wouldn't lie if he was asked if the boy was hot (attractive, whatever). 'cause really, have you seen his face? no. aaron wouldn't say that his "type" was the shy boys. but neither were the loud obnoxious types either. fuck it. aaron's type was just simply "anything with two legs." and honestly, it wasn't all that much of an exaggeration. whatever the boy could get his hands on was what he took. boys, girls, heroine, crack. it really didn't matter. and yeah, it was probably going to be the death of him. but his thinking... everyone died at some point. did it really matter how it happened?
aaron blinked at the boy's question, fingers bouncing on the tabletop and he processed it. "'cause some people ain't night owls. and some people actually enjoy mornings." he stated with a small nod. "and there would be no point in places like these if it weren't for those morning rushes with everyone off together caffeine binges." his fingers played with the thick wrist band of his watch. honestly, aaron had no preference about morning versus day. in his mind, you could have equal fun in both times. though, the fun often varied from one thing to next. but it was still fun you could have. yes?
and either way, it always seemed that aaron had the same amount of energy. he was always running around in circles, jumping off walls. if he remembered correctly he may or may not have been yelled at by some person he had to deal with about his festival about trying to dive into the crowd. the memory was a bit vague in his mind. but oh well. it wasn't all that important. he still got up at unusual hours, fell asleep at ridiculous ones. his schedule was fucked up. but that just might be the drugs he takes. or the anxiety he felt in certain situations.
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