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 Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 10:40 pm
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tuesdays ππ₯π¬πͺππ° β¦β« βͺ β¦β« βͺ β¦β« βͺ β βͺ β«β¦ βͺ β«β¦ βͺ β«β¦ SleepingReally Noah didnt know what to do know as a slight silence hung on the air for just long enough to make his skin crawl just a tad. However seeing Selcia cringing as he sat up his hands were once again fluttering at his side in a rather useless manor, torn between trying to help in some way and knowing there was no use for it. Rubbing the back of his head he thought for a moment "It's not quite an all out attention she seems to want... but recognition and responce. She still hates people seeing her down but she doesn't want it to be passed off... at least thats the way i understand it. God knows i'm over thinking this" he said shaking his head before finally shrugging out of that orange trench-ish jacket and rolling it over the half covered arms, even with short sleeved shirt he had to have his forearm to wrist covered, and thus the use of simplistic arm warmers, he didnt want to think on what lie benieth them.
SleepingHe fowned a tad yet gave the other a tender caring look after seeing Selcia's reaction to the proposition of sleep. He really didnt know what to say other than from his own experience but that was embarassing to admit. Howeverm embarassing or not hearing the other's tone drop to a soft whisper ment he couldnt not say something. "I don't know... maybe you could find something to help you sleep better like i did. If i fall asleep alone i have nightmares but if someone is close then that manages to chase them away" he said cursing himself when he felt the light blush sting his cheeks from the embarassment of admittance "Maybe we just need to find something like that for you" he offered, he just wanted to help in some way and that was the only way he could think of.
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sleeping And the night shall be filled with music, lonely
And the cares that infest the day a silence
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs insomniac
And as silently steal away. touching me
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 11:30 pm
 β€ I am a superstar with a big big house and a big big car I am super star and I don't care who you are.β₯ This is my world all ravaged and torn,With a taste of your lips, I'm on a rideStruck down by Sickness, Famine and War.You're toxic, I'm slipping underThis is my Hope, radiant and glowing,With a taste of a poison paradiseSaved by an angel, my spirit and his birth.I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?β£ I am a superstar with a big big house and a big big car I am super star and I don't care who you are.β’ γSelcia Evensγβ-Loyal β-Protective β-Scared β’β
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ZydrateSelcia smiled at the other thought he didn't move as he layed there. "It's not that i fear sleeping, I just fear the loneliness it causes." he breathed softly finally rolling to his side, he was facing the other now but he made no other movement. This was also another truth, while his mother had worked hours on end took business trip after business trip he had slept simply to pass the loneliness, and now he didn't sleep to avoid the same feeling, there was perhaps a deep-seeded fear that if he fell asleep everyone would vanish form sight and never return much like his mother had. "Noah," he breathed the others name his eyes opening slightly as he let his eyes simply watch the other move about. "Could you sing to me?" While Selcia enjoyed singing he was rarely sung to himself and it wasn't the same as when he simply sung to himself he wanted to hear another singing for him perhaps it would finally give him the reprieve he sought for but he could never be certain.
"Please?" he asked softly, he had heard it but thought it was best not to comment on the others nightmares, he never had those just strange dreams that mad no sense but he understood what the other was saying about the whole thing.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 1:35 am
Luna. N. Warner.  Luna ha not time to think right now all she wanted was to get over this fence and just go back to take a shawer and might take a nap... or go onto her computer. She gently took a deep breath before pulling her other leg over the fence, at frist she felt like she was going to fall off but she made it, gently pulling herself down with her feet trying to feel the hard floor she was just happy that she didnt have to go over another fence anytime soon. Luna took another deep breath before she started talking " im sorry Marcus.... you got herself hurt because of me " she felt so bad, not only because she had to tell marcus that luna was blind but that he had to hurt himself just for luna to get over the fence. βββββ«
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 2:02 pm
Marcus D. Samuel -Silence-Different-Musician The darkness closes in on me, I surrender to it's sweet voice calling out to me, and let it take over me.  On this bed I lay, losing everything
I can see my life passing me by SilenceA sigh of relief escaped him as Luna hopped down perfectly fine. He looked down at the gashes in his hands from the pricks of the barbed wire that were now practically gushing blood, he shook his head. Ignoring the stinging sensation in his hands he wiped his hands on his pants to tried and stop the blood flow once more, knowing it would stop in due time. "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine. I'm just glad your not hurt." he assured her, truthfully. He didn't care what happened to him as long as Luna was unscathed and safe. "Let's hurry up and get back though. I don't mind getting cut up, I do mind getting an infection though." he told him trying to lighten the mood.
He reached out towards her and pulled his hands away, he wasn't about to get her all bloody as well. So, he stuff his hands into his pockets knowing that'd just make a bigger mess but he didn't care at that point. Walking off he made sure Luna was following, he walked in silence and his pace quick but so quick so Luna wasn't left behind.
When the two got back to the hotel, he looked around and noticed that no one was there. And then he heard two soft voices coming for the hall and he recognized Selcia and Noah. He knew the two were probably trying to get to sleep so when he turned towards Luna he whispered, "Don't make to much noise." With that he walked into the living room, scooping up the first aid kit and heading straight for the bathroom where he began to wash rinse the blood off his hands. Once the blood was gone, they gashes didn't look to bad but they where pretty deep and the water almost burned on his wounds. He bite his tongue trying not to scream out, though he did hiss out now and then as he started to bandaged his hands up. Was it all too much or just not enough
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare There's no where to hide, in the dark. There was a girl I knew once, she told me I was blessed with a great gift. I laughed, because I think I was blessed with a curse.
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Eclipse of the Twilight Crew
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 4:05 pm
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tuesdays ππ₯π¬πͺππ° β¦β« βͺ β¦β« βͺ β¦β« βͺ β βͺ β«β¦ βͺ β«β¦ βͺ β«β¦ SleepingNoah really wasn't good at coming up with solutions to problems yet that was what he longed to help people find. He had adjusted to his problems and wished to avoid them in any way possible, but maybe his willingness to help others was his own selfish plea for them to help with his. Stupid psychology web page, thats what he would blame for those thoughts.However he really didnt know how to respond. He didn't understand how sleep could cause loneliness, to him it had always been an escape, though it wasn't fool proof, he knew that. Despite his curiousity he knew it really his place to ask.
SleepingStill hearing the breathless request he was torn. Really he hated to sing where anyone else could hear him, it wasn't that he was bad, rather good actually but still nowhere near as good as Selcia, but more that he blamed his powers for that, it felt like it wasn't his voice. Still seeing Selcia like that and hearing the ever so soft 'please' he couldn't deny the other that. "Yeah... I can do that" he said, it was the very least he could do for the singer. Sleeping Laying back next to the singer he ran a hand through his hair a tad confused on what to do. He had already decided he would sing for the other but still he didn't know what would be appropiate for a time like this so he just went with the first thing that came to mind. "I have, I have you breathing down my neck. Breathing down my neck. I don't, don't know what you could. Possibly expect under this condition" He began, keeping his voice soft and gentle, altering the pace a tad here and there till it sounded just right at the soft level he was going for. Really, he was tad shy when it came to something like this, he rarely even sung in the shower if he knew everyone was up or in. "slow down.This night's a perfect shade of dark blue, dark blue. Have you ever been alone in a crowded room? Well, I'm here with you. I said the world could be burning and burning down" He continued on gently, really at this point he was singing just on Selcia's request and would have been too embarassed to continue on if he knew others were listening.
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sleeping And the night shall be filled with music, lonely
And the cares that infest the day a silence
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs insomniac
And as silently steal away. touching me
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 5:30 pm
Marcus D. Samuel -Silence-Different-Musician The darkness closes in on me, I surrender to it's sweet voice calling out to me, and let it take over me. On this bed I lay, losing everything
I can see my life passing me by SilenceMarcus struggled to get his hands wrapped up good enough, finally giving up and just leaving them as messed up as they were. The blood quickly soaking the bandages, he still didn't care and just walked out of the bathroom. He headed for the kitchen, opening the cabinet he pulled out a sucker and unwrapped it sticking it in his mouth. Feeling ten times better with the sugary globe in his mouth, he walked back down the hall silently his thoughts wondering back to Spencer. Where was she? Was she okay? Would she forgive him? He wished she was there. At this point he didn't even want to think about the fight, the guilt was to much to bare for him. "Don't." he muttered to himself before he could think about the subject any further, he shoved the thoughts out of his mind. He wait as long as he had too, Spencer had to come back sooner or later and when she did he'd get down on his knees and beg for her forgiveness like he should of done in the first place. Until then, he would have to find something to occupy him so the guilt wouldn't completely crush him.
He stopped in his tracks as he passed Selcia's room, he listened as Noah sang and smiled. Leaning against the wall, he slid to the floor. Closing his eyes he sat there and listened. He had to admit that Noah was a very good singer, but somehow listening to him made him want to hear Selcia's sing. The soft melody of his voice was incredible. He pushed the thoughts away and concentrated on Noah's voice, he might not have had Selcia's voice but he did have an amazing voice at that.
Was it all too much or just not enough
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare There's no where to hide, in the dark. There was a girl I knew once, she told me I was blessed with a great gift. I laughed, because I think I was blessed with a curse.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 1:18 pm
β€ I am a superstar with a big big house and a big big car I am super star and I don't care who you are.β₯ This is my world all ravaged and torn,With a taste of your lips, I'm on a rideStruck down by Sickness, Famine and War.You're toxic, I'm slipping underThis is my Hope, radiant and glowing,With a taste of a poison paradiseSaved by an angel, my spirit and his birth.I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?β£ I am a superstar with a big big house and a big big car I am super star and I don't care who you are.β’ γSelcia Evensγβ-Loyal β-Protective β-Scared β’β
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ZydrateA soft tentative thank you fell form Selcia as he laid there his eyes opening slightly to watch the other thought they simply closed once more as he let the others voice take him away. To Selcia music painted picture regardless of what they painted all songs always painted something in his mind, and it changed based on who was singing it.
As he simply let his imagination run wild as the other sang he found that he was starting to miss portions as the other song however it didn't matter and before long his breath was starting to even out as most of the tension his body held even while lying sleep was the time when his body could do what it needed under little stress and hopefully he would sleep for any set amount of time his fingers having had one under his head and the other just before his face twitched once more to relaxing, there was no clear sign that Selcia when from being awake to being asleep only that the tension that normally was there vanished and to most they didn't notice that.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 1:46 pm
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tuesdays ππ₯π¬πͺππ° β¦β« βͺ β¦β« βͺ β¦β« βͺ β βͺ β«β¦ βͺ β«β¦ βͺ β«β¦ Sleeping "And this flood, this flood is slowly rising up, swallowing the ground beneath my feet. Tell me how anybody thinks under this condition so, I'll swim, I'll swim. As the water rises up, sun is sinking downand now all I can see are the planets in a row suggesting it's best that I slow down" The lyrics fell from the blondes lips with the undoubted grace of a lullaby. Tender, sweet and assuring, just how he wanted it. After all if someone was singing to him in a drowzed state that was how he would want it. Really it was ashame he didn't sing more often, he enjoyed it and it worked as a simple distraction, no bulky instrument neccisary... but it wasn't his voice. Thats what it felt like at the very least. It wasn't him singing but how he wanted to sing, thats what his powers made it feel like. "And then the water reached the west coast and took the power lines, the power lines. And it was me and you and the whole town underwater .There was nothing we could do" His voice carried and admittedly the pauses between the lines grew slightly more pronounced as sleep was settling in.
Sleeping Really in the end his voice had dropped to a lulling hum as he shifted on his side ever so slightly, suddenly wondering when exactly it was his eyes had closed. When he started they were open but now the middle of what he sang had slipped from his mind while the lite tune carried on in the air for a moment before that gentle hum finally died and he was wisked away to the land of sleep as the stress from the morning had been wiped off his face. Really he looked rather peaceful when he slept. Still in his subconsious there was the constant wish for good dreams or none.
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sleeping And the night shall be filled with music, lonely
And the cares that infest the day a silence
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs insomniac
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 3:11 pm
Marcus D. Samuel -Silence-Different-Musician The darkness closes in on me, I surrender to it's sweet voice calling out to me, and let it take over me. On this bed I lay, losing everything
I can see my life passing me by SilenceWhen the soft melody had ended Marcus sat there, his eyes closed leaning against the door frame. The ache in his hands had slowed to a steady throbbing and he wondered if they had stopped bleeding yet but he didn't open his eyes to look.
After a while, he stood up not really knowing how long he had sat there. He wandered to his room with nothing else to do really. He changed his blood stained jeans and pulled on another black pair and fell back on his bed. For a few long minutes he stared up at the plain ceiling before he sat up, Noah's song still running through his mind, he slid to the floor and reached under the bed pulling out a piano which was at least a two feet long give or take a few inches. It was his portable piano that he took with him on the road, his grand piano that he had sat in storage until the band settled into a permanent place. So he made do with his portable electric piano.
It wasn't the same as his grand piano but he wasn't too picky, as long as he had a piano with his he didn't care if it was make out of card board and plastic. Turning on the piano he sat up on it's stand and sat on his bed, closing his eyes his fingers finding the soft keys pretty quickly. At first, he wanted to try and see if he could play out Noah's song but instead his fingers played an old lullaby that he had known since he was a child.
He played effortlessly, his fingers moving swiftly but softly over the white and sometimes black keys on the piano. It was just like breathing when he played. Effortlessly, easy, and natural. His eyes only opened for the beginning of the lullaby but closed only after a minute or two, he didn't have to look to play. He quickly became adsorb into the music, everything else around him melting away until nothing else mattered but the soft melodies coming from the piano in front of him. Was it all too much or just not enough
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare There's no where to hide, in the dark. There was a girl I knew once, she told me I was blessed with a great gift. I laughed, because I think I was blessed with a curse.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 3:16 pm
Luna. N. Warner. Everything seems to be going to bad... to really bad... because really all luna wanted was her friends to play music and have a great time but it seems that everyone getting more and more moody and she hated that because really.. i think everyone homesick... or so she though anyways because... really... luna really homesick. She was glad to be back home... sorry not home, Part home, part hotel. Anyways she went to the bathroom and put 'Do not come in' signs so someone would not she was in there. Luna took her clothes off and went into the nice warm bath that she was waiting for...but she just could not pull herself together whe she started crying, she tryed her best to keep her friends from fighting and then the sound wave that just sounded like her fathers voice was just making her feel even bad and most of all most of her friends knew she blind now and she just didnt have a great day as she though she wanted it to be. βββββ«
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 4:51 pm
Natalie E. Spencer Iβll never fail again...  Brother Spencer made her way to the park and sat down under one of the trees. She was more on the outskirts of the park, but that was alright. She didnβt mind if people came to listen to her or not. She just didnβt want to be surrounded by tons of people. She didnβt want to be noticed by anyoneβ¦ Bad, or anything. She pulled her guitar out of the case, pulling her pick from her pocket. She rubbed the blue thing, glad she hadnβt snapped it now. Maybe it wasnβt actually good luck, but it was still her favorite. It still held too many memories.
Spencer leaned back, letting her fingers play their own tune, her mind checking out rather quickly. Thoughts swarmed her head. Angry thoughts at Marcus, Selcia, and Arii. The words they had said and the things that hurt her most playing in one section of her mind. Then there was guilty feelings and pained ones. Feelings that hurt more than her hand was. More than any kind of physical pain, really. At least, more than any pain that she had ever felt before. And maybe that was what hurt the most. Not having people able to see her pain.
A jolt ran through Spencer and she jumped a bit as someone spoke to her. She hadnβt realized she had stopped, she hadnβt realized that her finger tips were bleeding from the strings. She reached out, taking the tissue from the person and dabbing her fingers on it, feeling embarrassed. But that didnβt stop her. Even though she had bloody fingers, a small crowd, and a numb mind, she would keep playing. She took a deep breath, falling into a soft tune, letting herself just calm down. Allowing her mind to just unwind the rest of itself. She was close to being mentally empty. Just one more song.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:46 pm
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tuesdays ππ₯π¬πͺππ° β¦β« βͺ β¦β« βͺ β¦β« βͺ β βͺ β«β¦ βͺ β«β¦ βͺ β«β¦ SleepingBright colors. Swirls of nonsencical colors filled the blondes head as he slept, light purples, deep reds, gentle greens, soft blues. Really it was oddly reminicent of some infant distracting show... at least as it began. The red took over and deepened and suddenly there was a texture to it. Silk. A red silk something or other. Thats when the dream headed south as the shape of the fabric became more defined. Scarf. And then her face flashed through his mind.
SleepingReally it was truely frightening to know how detailed a traumatic memory could get. Noah marveled in distaste at his memory as he was jolted into consousness, to his own suprise gasping for fresh air. Really, it amazed him how much of an impression one person he knew for not even an entire year could leave.... impression really being the nicest way to but it. Running a hand through his hair he looked over at the still sleeping Selcia before he carefully climbed out of the bed. He peaked at the clock on the night stand a did a tad bit of math just to guestimate how long he had been out. He binked, a few hours actually. That would explain the rather rested sensation that was hidden benieth his fading panic.
SleepingMusic. He needed some form of distraction, as long as she was in his head his skin would crawl, it was as if it had gained its own consiousness as wanted to escape those thoughts as well. With a shakey hand he reached out for his ipod only to drop it, allowing enough wiggle room for a light curse to hiss past his lips. Really he could only hope that didn't wake the other, though he was sure Selcia wouldnt hold it against him if he did.
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sleeping And the night shall be filled with music, lonely
And the cares that infest the day a silence
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs insomniac
And as silently steal away. touching me
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 5:19 pm
β€ I am a superstar with a big big house and a big big car I am super star and I don't care who you are.β₯ This is my world all ravaged and torn,With a taste of your lips, I'm on a rideStruck down by Sickness, Famine and War.You're toxic, I'm slipping underThis is my Hope, radiant and glowing,With a taste of a poison paradiseSaved by an angel, my spirit and his birth.I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?β£ I am a superstar with a big big house and a big big car I am super star and I don't care who you are.β’ γSelcia Evensγβ-Loyal β-Protective β-Scared β’β
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ZydrateEyes fluttered open when Selcia felt movement besides him however only a soft gasp past from him as he sat up flinching at the pain that ran through his abdomen. his dream had been a montage of sorts, pain loneliness punctuated by warm hugs that meant nothing because none came from the one he wanted. his gaze drifted to the other as a yawn passed form his own lips he felt rested for once however that didn't mean that he was perfectly okay he had just supplemented his lack of sleep with a bit more sleep and this left him slightly more alert then normal. "Noah?" he asked softly knowing full when while one could see in his room it was hard due to the almost deep blackness it was almost always shrouded in mainly due to his photo sensitivity. "You can turn on the light of you need it." he stated softly before standing up to stretch out the rest of the way before ridding himself off his top and pulling a standard white t-shirt over his head hiding the bruise away.
making his way to a mirror he frowned his hair mused and the eye liner smudged once more however a quick cleaning from all the make up and then a brush through his hair righted his appearance before his gaze returned to Noah. "Thank you." he repeated softly. It was odd personally thought he enjoyed being sung to he also had the urge to join him however it made him wonder if the other would have found it strange and perhaps for that reason Selcia was able to sleep and not wake at every sound, or even because he was falling to deeply into slumber.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 6:05 pm
Marcus D. Samuel -Silence-Different-Musician The darkness closes in on me, I surrender to it's sweet voice calling out to me, and let it take over me. On this bed I lay, losing everything
I can see my life passing me by SilenceAfter a while the pain in Marcus's hands had grown to a point that it couldn't be ignored anymore and he finally broke off in the middle of the song he was playing and land back on the bed. The music was over but it still rang in his head, he closed his eyes, the sucker he had was nothing more then just the stick that it was on. He tossed the stick into the trash and land there, his hands throbbing.
Finally he sat back up not really sure how long he had been playing or laying there. Getting to his feet he stretched and walked down the hall, hearing Noah up and then Selcia following. He didn't bother them just yet, he walked to the kitchen and got himself a pack of skittles before turning on his heel and walked back to Selcia's room. He stood at the edge of the door frame out of sight while he popped a skittle into his mouth. The bandages on his hands where soaked with blood but he really didn't pay any attention to them. Was it all too much or just not enough
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare There's no where to hide, in the dark. There was a girl I knew once, she told me I was blessed with a great gift. I laughed, because I think I was blessed with a curse.
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