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[philippa daine]

you should know that the lies won't hide your flaws

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[/i][/size][/color]he had a band habit of losing her guitar picks, or simply leaving them somewhere, knowing there they are, but not in the mood to go retrieve said guitar pick. It didn't help that she would throw them out towards the crowed during a show just to give the audience something to cherish. She loved her fans, and knew that a a few of them drove for hours to simply make it to the concert, or stand in line for hours for tickets. The Aussie knows this because she had done it herself, when her favorite bands made it down under. Music was her passion, and Philippa had no quarrel with standing in line for a day, or driving five ours to make it to a concert. Dedicated fans deserved a reward, and Philippa gave it to them in anyways that she possibly could.

S[/color]o, Pippa was here, because she hoped that she would be able to find a music store any buy herself some new guitar picks, some matching ones hopefully, due to a small case of obsessive compulsive disorder. She didn't dress up for the occasion, wearing her regular attire. A well torn pair of dark jeans that had a bunch of rips on the upper thighs, a dark Beatles t shirt that had their flag across the chest. Philippa had the short sleeves rolled at least twice to hid the fact that the small sized shirt was in fact a mens shirt. Dirtied, red colored converse shoes covered her feet. She was dressed down to earth, is hoped of not drawing too much attention to herself. Pippa hoped for an in and out trip, but so far it didn't appear to be such a trip.

T[/color]he mall was bigger then she has assumed, being three stories high with too much foot traffic then the guitarist liked. She hadn't been able to locate a map of the large building either, so thus far her day was not looking as productive as she had hoped. Philippa couldn't play guitar without a pick, and she refused to borrow anyone's pick unless it was red, just like her favorite guitar lovingly named Jimmy ( after Jimmy Hendrix who's a lefty much like herself ). The tanned Aussie slipped out her cellular phone and checked the time, before she huffed and then frowned. She's been here at least ten minutes, and Pippa was not a patient woman. She pushed her ray beams from the top of her head on to the top of her nose and peered though the tinted lenses. Maybe is she announced that she was a rock start people would move and tell her where she could find a music store, only Philippa knew better. They might crowed her, and she didn't like being bamboozled by people, asking stupid questions all at once.

'I[/color]can fake with the best of anyone, I can fake it all'[/i][/color] Lyrics to the Seether song Fake It echoed in her head, and the rocker did her best not to sway her hips to the rhythm that begged for her attention, not to mouth the words and risk the syllables tumbling out of her vocal cords. There in the hell was the stupid music store? Philippa can't preform without a guitar pick, and she sure as hell wasn't ripping the tour bus apart to find of of the lost guitar picks. Her band mates would think she was on crack, which she wasn't. Philippa didn't take drugs, that was a known fact to anyone who paid attention. She drank ( never enough to get drunk ) but she didn't do drugs. She felt that they were stupid. Next time she went out though for errands, she'd send one of the Techi's. Or maybe their managers. How funny would that be? The manager of Up is Down running around like a crazy trying to find her the right picks. A laugh escaped her lips, and she moved quickly to cover her mouth with her right hand. She did not just laugh in public at appearingly nothing. Got it? Good.[/size][/ul]

you gave up your dreams along the way.

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[miles hartzfeld]

OHMYGODI'MSUCHATERRIBLEMESS!

"GRAHH..WHUT?!"

I'MTURNEDONBYTHETABLOIDS!

"GRAAAHUAHHHHH!"

YOUWOULDNEVERHAVEGUESSED!

"HOESHIT I'M SO CONFUSED!"

The first voice was that of an iPhone 3Gs, telling the owner of the second voice that it was time to get up. But, apparently; the second had forgotten all about that and thought that it was someone (or something) else, talking to him... For a moment he thought that the phone (well, in his case.. 'whatever is was'), had ceased the annoyingness that was making no sense, and rolled over in his bunk to try to get back to sleep. Unfortunately, the phone had other ideas and carried on...

THATI'MASUCKERFORTHEIRGOSSIP!

At this point, the male had completely forgotten about all that had happened in the past, well, not even two minutes, and had actually gone back to sleep. But it didn't last very long and as soon as the words 'that I'm a sucker for their gossip', pounded out of the phone; the twenty year old male had jumped so much that he'd smacked his head on the ceiling of his bunk and rolled out of it. Falling to the floor was a deafening crash.

I wonder if he dented the floor of the bus...

"JEBUS'HOTPANTS!" He cried, getting to his feet so quickly that he had to grab a hold of the first thing his hand came into contact with, just to stop himself from crashing back to the ground. Unfortunately; the thing he'd come into contact with had been his sister's chest, and when he realised this; let go as quick as possible. But still... he ended up in a heap on the floor. "HOSHIT, SORRY SHELLZ!" He cried, stumbling to his feet and patting her on the head before moving over to his little suitcase and pulling out several items of clothes. It was a good thing that he was bi-sexual and more into guys than girls, otherwise that whole incident would have been too embarrassing to repeat.. not that he would repeat it to anyone. Ever.

Stripping out of his boxer shorts, the twenty year old musician pulled on clean ones, followed by a pair of summer shorts, and an Eldon t-shirt. Running his fingers through his hair and shoving as much stuff into his pockets as he possibly could, the male then slipped into his DC skate shoes and...

idiot.

fell out of the tour bus. "GAAARRHH!" He cried after the face plant, getting to his feet and looking underneath the tour bus. Spotting a pair of blue sunglasses, he reached under and pulled them out, decidedly jamming them onto his head as he moved across the ground (hopefully without falling again) and out of the tour area. His feet going across the ground whilst his mind was doing something else, that went a little like this:

Buuuuzzz, buzzzz static, buzzzzz... CAFFIENE!

After a long time of walking (five minutes to me and you), the boy stopped outside the mall for a moment before heading on inside.

"Ooh, twizzlers!" A mini candy store was selling candy just in the entrance, twizzlers were an okay kind of candy, but when in the wrong hands could be deadly. The boy brought a dozen of the red twizzled.. sticky liqourice and stuck one in his mouth (the others in his pocket; in a bag, of course), as he walked around the mall trying to decide on a place to go that would catch his fancy. Some place where he could just be himself for a couple of hours. Someplace like...

CRASH.

The musician fell down, for a fourth time, this time after crashing into the back of someone.

"AHHNOTAGAIN!" he cried, picking himself up and shoving another twizzler in his mouth. "Terribly sorry; that won't happen again; at least I hope it won't happen again. I hope it doesn't, it's terribly embarrassing - especially the first, second, third and now fourth time that it happens. I'm BatMi- I mean Miles, who are you? I'm terribly sorry for knocking you about like that."

Apologies to the female he'd knocked over. Sugar does funny things to Miles.

[philippa daine]

you should know that the lies won't hide your flaws

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[/i][/size][/color]nd she spotted a map of the mall, just a few meters away from her. Philippa quickened her pace, extending her legs longer and moved at a light pace. If she could just get there without a problem, life would be to easy. Too damn bad she had to skirt around people to get there because everyone one just all over the place and a few were even walking to slow for the dark haired woman. A groan built up in her throat and sounded seconds shortly after when a mother moved in her way with her new born's stroller. Behind her shades glasses, Pippa gave the woman, who was about her own age, a haughty stare before she moved being her woman and around her in order to get to her desired destination. It was official. As great as American good was and their fashion, their people were rude as hell, and Philippa missed the kindness and familiarity of her home town.

A[/color]lmost there! she was almost there before a sudden force plowed into her from behind. A lung full of air left her in an oof sounding gasp, and not a nano second later, did Pippa get a close up of the mall's tiled floored. Human instinct had kicked in, and the Australian managed to catch herself with her hands before she ate tile and ended up chipping her teeth. Chuckles from passer bys echoed in her ear, and Pippa dropped her head, staring down at her chest and sighed in general frustration. She just wanted guitar tabs for crying out loud. Was that really too much to ask for? Seriously. With a grunt she pushed herself into a kneeling position before she pushed up off the floor and stood, by this time someone - a man according to the voice - was apologizing to her. Was it an apology even, it sounded more like rambling. No wait. There was an 'I'm Sorry' in there; it was an apology.

"It's okay,"[/color] [/size]She remarked as she turned around the face him. She whiped her hands together as she changed position in order to get the floor grime of her skin. Hm, pretty eye, nice hair too. The right side of her lip quirked up in a sort of a smile and Philippa shrugged. "Nothing's broke, so it's all good." She remarked, her Australian accent lining her words heavily, though her own ears didn't pick up on it. He knocked people over four times, or did he just fall over a lot? She blinked and attempted to decide which one before she realized that this prettied eyed stranger introduced himself as James and asked for her own name. Momentarily baffled, the dark haired woman forgot her own name. This guy was just so full of energy. She found it endearing.

A[/color]gentle smiled graced her features and Philippa held out her hand, because it was a custom to shake hands when meeting new people, wasn't it? "I'm Pippa," she introduced herself, and her eyebrows lowered slightly. She felt as if his name should sound familiar, like she's heard it somewhere before, and his features were equally familiar. This was going to bother her until she figured it out, regardless of such a fact, Pippa shoved the nagging feeling to the back of her mind, and turned her attention at hand. "Though, since you did bump into me, and caused me to fall, maybe you can help me. Do you have any idea where I can find a music store in here?" The woman quizzed him, mentally crossing her fingers, hoping that he'd be able to help her since she was having the worse luck trying to locate it, and getting to the mall map just seemed futile.[/ul]

you gave up your dreams along the way.

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[miles hartzfeld]

Fumbling around on the floor wasn't Miles' idea of a fun time, but he had no choice at the moment. Well, he kind of did and he kind of didn't at the same time, but at the moment he thought that he didn't have a choice because he was sure that he'd end up back on the floor. Again. For a fifth time, and that wasn't something he usually experienced more than four times in a day. Unless of course he was high on sug-- shit.

It's okay. The female told him, Miles nodded, wondering where she actually was, because at the moment he was upside down and not liking it one bit. Nothing's broke, so it's all good. He laughed slightly at her comment. It was a slightly nervous laughter as he, too, shifted his position so that he was no longer upside on the floor; but rather the right way up and able to see the person in front of him. Her accent sounded... Australian, was it? Cool. Miles had never met an Australian person before; he'd only seen them on the television and heard them on the radio. So; he thought this as somewhat of an honor that he was meeting an actual Australian person, in person. "Good; it's glad to know that nothing's broken, really, it is." He smiled at her warmly.

Miles climbed to his feet just as the woman held her hand out to him. Quickly wiping his hand on the leg of his shorts to get it clean (or, as clean as was possible), Miles then took her hand gently and shook it firmly - but still gently because he didn't want to hurt her.. again). She introduced herself as 'Pippa' before going off into space for a brief moment - Miles thoroughly confused (as usual, over no reason). When she snapped out of it and started to speak again, he realised that they were still holding hands and he let go quickly; but not before he helped her to her feet and made sure that she was stable before doing so.

A.. music store? Well, sure he knew that there was one in the mall, but as for the whereabouts? Now, that was a very good question. "Hrm, uhh.." Miles turned his head in the general direction of.. everywhere, trying to think of which side, and floor, the music store would be. "what kind of music store, though?" He asked, scratching his chin as he tried to remember. And if he remembered rightly there were a couple, two of them were the same and one was almost similiar but not really. "One that sells music and games and band shirts, or one that sells guitars, plectums, drum kits and other various instruments...?" If she answered him quickly then he would be able to guide her to said shop and maybe... buyheracoffee get some more cans of silly string. Yeah; that would be awesome.