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 Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 3:57 pm
This is a one on one between CrazyChick246 and Memories in the Mist, if your not either of them, don't post. You can read along, but that's it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 10:30 pm
The
Sometimes I don'tthink
it's completely worth
going through everything
until I talk to you
Glorious
Sure living life the life of a celeberty
is something everyone wants
but, that's not until they have to deal
with the devils called the paparazzi
Life
When the mirrors and the lights and the smoke clear
I'd never guess how we ever could have got here.
You can say what you say when the lights go down
So shake shake shake, and shut your mouth.
 ׺°”˜`”°º×Јustin Ҝane Ӈawkeye ׺°”˜`”°º× ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ±± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ±
Lights flashed from left and right as the blonde haired actor made his way from his latest movie premiere. Justin Hawk, one of the younger newer celebrities, slipped inside of his long black limo and shut the door. The lights faded out in the background becoming dimmer and dimmer until they were unnoticeable, which Justin was grateful for. He hated those damned lights and the people behind them. They always shoved those things to close to his face as if they couldn't get a good enough picture a few inches away. Or they just wanted to either take pictures of his nose or mouth. Whatever it was he really wished they stopped. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back into the soft leather of the seat and shifted so he was more comfortable. Sitting in those stiff movie theater seats also messed up his back a bit, but it was worth watching himself on the big screen after all the hard work he did. He wasn't completely conceded, he knew it wasn't just him, but he was a star after all. They did have big heads most of the time, though Justin knew he could pull it off.
"Now, tomorrow you have to head off to the studio to start recording and then after you have lunch with your father at one-thirty. At three your mother scheduled you in for...." Just let his driver continue to talk as he drowned him out by pulling out his phone, a Samsung Galaxy 4G and started to play around with it. He wasn't a big fan of touch screens but it gave him something to do other then listen to this guy go on and on about what he had to do. He sounded as if he owned a business or something, but he was busy. What he did took a lot of time out of his social life so his parents had to sometimes tell him a head of time if they wanted something from him. It was a complete pain in his rear end but he had to put up with it. Why become a star if you'd quite half way through for not liking it? That was the cowards way out. Justin wanted to take this head on, and if it was going to go down he preferred it to be from something else. Like some sort of scandal brought his career down. The blonde would rather have that happen then him quitting. Quitting showed weakness, and he couldn't dare show weakness to his father. A shudder ran down his spin thinking about how his father would take it, well he wouldn't take it he would most likely- Don't think about it. he told himself tearing his gaze from his phone and out the window. Buildings and trees melted together as they shot past them though his eyes caught sight of a building in the distance. "Pull around the corner and stop." he ordered not taking his eyes of the building. He could tell the driver had no idea what was going on but he listened. A paying job was a paying job even if he had to listen to some bratty kid.
The tires screeched to a stop as it pulled around the corner, right into an alley way. Not that Justin cared were they parked just as long as the driver did. He needed to get out of this car and go do something different. Forget whatever it was he had to do know, he was tired of it. Throwing on a gray hoodie and sun glass's Justin hopped out of the limo and shut the door before the driver could say anything and he headed up the street. The hoodie was pulled up over his head just before he made his way into the small bustling crowd of people. During this time of day he was glad he had the sunglasses since it was bright outside. Usually it was darker out so he looked ridiculous wearing the things, but he'd take that over the fans any day. As he neared the building he noticed the limo that he took was just driving past him and the driver was watching him wondering what he was doing out here but he didn't call out to him. At least he knew that much. Upon reaching the building Justin went up a few steps made out of stone before his hands gripped the cold metal of the door handle and pulled the door open. Cool air instantly welcomed him as he stepped inside, glad he had the hoodie on. Justin could really handle the cold, he preferred the warm whether. As he shut the door behind him Just made his way past the front desk and a few bookshelf's towards the back of the library. The good computers were some were off to the left of the library but he preferred the glitchy slow computers because no one used them. Not to mention one of them wasn't as bad as the others. It was slow but other then that it was perfectly fine to him. It got on his nerves a few times since he wasn't the most patient of people but he found a way to deal. He picked up what ever book, or books, he could find on his way to the computer and read while he waited. Taking a seat by the computer closest to one of the windows Justin brought the old machine to life and waited a few moments but it allowed him onto the interment, then he had to wait a bit longer for it to bring him to his website. Some chat website he had stumbled upon a couple months or so while he was 'studying' his lines. Being a bored twenty-two year old male with nothing to do was never a good thing. He was almost as bad as a teenage boy. As soon as he logged in using his user name EyeoftheHawk. It sounded rather ridiculous to him but it was the only name he could think off and he was much to lazy to think up any other names. It sometimes amazed him how long he could stay on this chat talking to random people, but it felt good too do so since they had no idea who he was. They didn't try to be fake around him and he could be himself as well.
Of
It's not that I don't
want to take you up on you offer
I just have, well
much more important things to do
A
I sound just as good
and look just as good
as I do on and off the screen Celebrity
I would rather just sit back
relax, and wait at my computer messaging you
then deal with crazed fan-girls all day
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Memories in the Mist Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 6:13 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{{ How do you feel? That is the questionXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBut I forget.. you don't expect an easy answer XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXWhen something like a soul becomes initializedXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAnd folded up like paper dolls and little notes . . .XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXYou can't expect a bit of hope XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXSo while you're outside looking in XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX]Describing what you seeXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRemember what you're staring at is me ღ I'm not that girl whose world stops spinning over some guy ღ XXXXXXTheXXXXXXXXXXXXΠ Ѳ Π Ғ A ΠXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCelebrities are overrated,XXXXXXXXXXXXXXThey're all either stuck up, rich, or bothxxxxxxBuildings blurred past the brunette skater as she made her way down the street. Some people, who she almost ran into, snapped at her, but Bandit didn't care enough to notice. School had just let out for the day, how the brunette loved half-days, and now she had the rest of the afternoon to herself until her parents got back from work. She came to a stop as the traffic light changed, causing the traffic to cut off her path. She let out a sigh and ran a hand through her hair. She glanced slightly to the side when she heard a familiar name catch here attention. Justin Hawkeye. It was no surprise to Bandit that the two people who had mentioned his name were both teenage girls around her age. Bandit rolled her eyes and turned her head away from the girls, trying to block out their conversation. Ever since the new celebrity had made it to the big time, he was all Bandit ever heard about. All the girls in her high school were completely in love with him and followed his every move. They were like obsessive fan-girls, no they were obsessive fan-girls. In all honestly, Bandit didn't see what was so special about this Justin Hawksomething. He seemed like all the other rich, stuck-up celebrities that existed in this world. What was so special about this one? The teenager shrugged to herself, deciding it was best not to understand the weird ways of the female mind when it came to boys.
xxxxxxAs the light turned again, Bandit continued along her way, this time more focused on avoiding people. She really didn't know where she was going, so she was just riding her skateboard through the streets. She didn't have any homework to do, she had finished it before school let out, and she really didn't want to head home. She'd much rather be out in the fresh air then stuck in a house alone. Knowing her parents, they probably wouldn't be home till late since they had mentioned something of having to stay for the dinner shift tonight. That meant she'd probably have to heat up some food to eat. Normally either her mother or father was home and they'd cook dinner or sometimes Bandit would stop by the family restaurant and eat in the back. The girl could remember that, when she was much younger, she would spend all of her free time with her parents at the resturant. She still did now, just not as often. She found that working there four to five days a week was enough, though the pay was good as were the tips so it was more than worthwhile. As she continued down the sidewalk, a familiar building caught her attention. She stared at it for a few seconds, almost running into someone, before she quickly changed her path and started toward it. She began to pick up speed, feeling eager to get to her new destination. Bandit avoided the crowds of people approuching her with ease. She had gotten her first skateboard when she was eight and now, ten years later, she still used it as her main form of transportation. She brought her skateboard everywhere, including school. She had even gotten detention once for riding it through the hallways when she had been late for class.
xxxxxxBandit came to a stop in front of the town's libray and picked up her skateboard. On her hands, she wore her black gloves. They reached from her elbow to about the middle of each her fingers, leaving the upper of the fingers exposed to the air. She held her skateboard in her left hand and grabbed the metal door handle with her right. She pulled the door open with ease and stepped inside the cold library. Sometimes, Bandit couldn't understand why the library was always so good. It was nice during the summertime, when it was really hot, but other times it could get annoying. She zipped up her black leather jacket before heading farther back into the library. She paused at a few book shelves as she heard the familiar voices of some of the popular girls at her school. Bandit was surprised to find them here of all places, they were normally at the mall, but tried to listen in on their conversation, hoping to catch any information she could use against them. That was one of the things she loved about not being popular, she got to come up with way to torment the populars. However, the outcast was disappointed, and slightly peeved, to hear that all they were talking about was that Justin Hawksomething kid.
xxxxxxSoftly groaning, Bandit turned away and headed toward the computers in the back of the library. She glanced around and spotted some of the kids her grade taking up most of the good computers. Seeing as she didn't want to sit anywhere near them, Bandit turned away adnd headed toward some fo the older, slower computers. There was only one other person on this side of the library and Bandit didn't recognize him, which was good. She really didn't want to harnassed by any of the jerks in her school right now. She grabbed a medical book on the way to the computer, wanting to have something to do while she waited for the computer to work. Besides, she could get a headstart on her college studies this way. The brunette took a seat at the computer on the opposite row from the stranger, though she was directly across from him. They could have been staring each other in the face had their computers not been blocking them. Bandit would have prefered more distance between them, since she had wnated to be completely isolated, but most of the other computers couldn't go on the internet. She opened the large book and began to read as the computer loaded. Her long brown hair flew in front of her eyes and Bandit immediatly tucked it behind her ear. Once she was absobed into her reading, it didn't feel all too long until the computer was on and her desired internet site was loaded. Bandit carefully marked her page in the book before quickly logging into the website. She had heard about this chat website from the gossip in school and had decided to check it out. The first thing she had done, however, was block all of her enemies from school, since she really didn't want to waste her time with them. She had found out their usernames via gossip as well. She also refused to tell anyone, including her parents, that she had joined such a website, it would probably ruin her reputation in school and her parents wouldn't lie teh idea of her talking with complete strangers. However Bandit liked being able to talk to people who didn't know who she was. She was able to be herself and found that other people seemed more real when they didn't knwo who they were talking to. It made the whole conversation a lot more relaxed and Bandit didn't find herself either a.) wishing the conversation would end, b.) lying so things wouldn't get awkward, or c.) feeling things were even close to being awkward. Online, no one knew they were talking to Bandit Jackson, they just knew her as her username, EchoingFootsteps. She bet it probably wasn't the best username but she liked it, especially since it had come from her favorite book, Tale of Two Cities. So the name did hold some meaning to her. Sighing, Bandit glanced back down at her book and decided to read a few more pages before fully dedicating herself to the website. She doubted anyone she had actually talked to before was online anyways.Sincerely,XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Bandit Jackson XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{{ How much is real? So much to questionXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAn epidemic of the mannequins XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXContaminating everything we thought came from the heartXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXIt never did right from the start . . .XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXJust listen to the noises XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXNull and void instead of voices XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX]Before you tell yourself it's just a different sceneXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRemember it's just different from what you've seenXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{{ And it's the starsXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe stars that shine for you XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAnd it's the starsXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe stars that lie to you . . .
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 3:21 pm
The
Sometimes I don'tthink
it's completely worth
going through everything
until I talk to you
Glorious
Sure living life the life of a celeberty
is something everyone wants
but, that's not until they have to deal
with the devils called the paparazzi
Life
When the mirrors and the lights and the smoke clear
I'd never guess how we ever could have got here.
You can say what you say when the lights go down
So shake shake shake, and shut your mouth.
׺°”˜`”°º×Јustin Ҝane Ӈawkeye ׺°”˜`”°º× ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ±± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ±
Justin had swept his hood off his head a few moments after he had sat down. He highly doubted someone would recognize him just by his hair, a lot of people, mainly males, had this type of hair style. He had gotten this done before he was a big shot. He sighed slightly at that but didn't think into it to much. When he heard approaching footsteps Justin glanced off to the side and spotted a girl coming down towards him, well the computers. He was rather glad he kept on his sun glasses since he didn't know if she was a crazy fan girl or something. Now he wasn't as stupid as to think everyone loved him, he knew he had haters. A lot of them sent him hate message in the most interesting of ways. It was rather amusing to see them sometimes show up and throw insults but he brushed them off. He came to the conclusion that they were just jelous of his good looks and amazing acting and singing abilities. That probably wasn't the exact reason, but he didn't really care all to much to actually ask why they disliked him. If they didn't like him, they did like him so he wasn't going to bother with them. If only the paparazzi left him alone like they did. One could only wish. Sighing he shook his head and shot another glance at the girl. She was rather cute. Not that he'd say anything. Despite being a world wide star he was a bit shy around people, mostly females. It was insanely annoying and he tried his best to get over it but it was hard.
Leaning back in his seat Justin stared at the screen growing very bored. Usually most of his friends would be on but he guessed they were probably busy. If only they had a button that allowed you to see other people, who weren't part of your friends list,' that were online. Oh wait, they do. he thought as he noticed the little button after a few moments. How he missed the button, he didn't know. Maybe he was getting tired. Shrugging it off he clicked the button and waited a bit before the page loaded and he noticed the people that were online, and well there were quite a few. Great, now how was he suppose to pick through them? He really didn't want to waste his time scrolling through everyone to see there likes and dislikes, and other things. God only knows how long that would take, and the things he would see. So he did the practical thing, he clicked on a random person hoping they wouldn't mind him starting up some random conversation, but he doubted they would. They were on a chatting website so they probably got a few a day at least. His gaze shifted up towards the name and read it for the first time. EchoingFootsteps. Cute. Hey. he messaged them then leaned back a bit to wait and see they responded. If they did, great, and if they didn't, well he'd go and find someone else to talk to.
Of
It's not that I don't
want to take you up on you offer
I just have, well
much more important things to do
A
I sound just as good
and look just as good
as I do on and off the screen Celebrity
I would rather just sit back
relax, and wait at my computer messaging you
then deal with crazed fan-girls all day
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