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Jessica~We Are All Heathens~
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May 23, 2015 09:45PM
Here we are!
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Sorry, I couldn't go on before! So, shall we make our characters?
Uh....let me check one second
We're doing the rockstar and flower girl one
All right :) so descriptive, yes? It'll take me a while because I'm making a Charrie in another roleplay
It's fine. Name: Blythe Maria Carter
Age: 21
Appearance:
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 110 lbs
Personality: Blythe is a sweet little thing with a fiery temper. She is very protective of her family and friends and is not afraid to rain down on you whenever she believes it's necessary.
History: Blythe has been through a lot in her life. She has moved more than ten times and never really made friends. Blythe was 10 when her twin siblings, Jack and Eris, were born. Sadly, her mother didn't make it and from that point on, Blythe had to play mommy. And still does.
Hobbies:
• Reading
• Biking
• Playing with Jack & Eris
• Singing (no one knows this)
Name: Xander KeleAge: 24
Appearance: http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16...
Height: 6'
Weight: 160 lbs
Personality: Xander does not have a quiet personality. He's very outgoing but also very arrogant. He loves any kind of adventure, yet also borders on reckless and a bit too much of a daredevil. He is definitely a player and has been with several girls, sometimes for only one night if you know what I mean. He is not usually nice and cares little for anyone's opinion or what they think about him. He is very immature and acts like a 16 year old.
History: When Xander was 19, he and a group of guys started a band together. Just a simple band, in the garage of his house. They started getting more popular, booking more and more gigs, until they were one of the most talked about bands. Xander and his band have made it very big in the rockstar world.
Hobbies:
- Electric Guitar
- Singing
- Going out with his friends
- Parties
Sorry! Was busy. Shall we start? How do they meet; I forgot.
Never said how. We just didn't figure it out.
Oh....ok. Got any ideas? I'm thinking.
Ummm. Maybe we just start out with them bumping into each other, literally. And he thinks she's a groupie.
Oh yeah that's good. Should we go from there?
Yup. Can you start? I'm folding clothes.
Sure thing. Sorry, I only have a chance to be in sparingly most of the time.
The last note of the guitar strummed as the band finished their last song of the night. Xander shouted into the mic, "Thank you all for coming!" With that he left to go on backstage, shaking his hair. This concert was one of their best; thousands of fans had showed up to hear their music. "Yo, Xander!" Called Xander's friend, the other guitarist, Mike. "This was a good one." Xander nodded in agreement. "Sure was." He grabbed a bottle of water and started chugging it down.
Blythe tugged her wrist, trying to free herself from her friend's relentless grip as she drug her backstage to meet the band. "Anna, c'mon." she protested, trying to dig her heels in. "You know I don't like them." Anna smiled, never letting her go. "Too bad. I'm taking you with me and your gonna meet them." she said, presenting her backstage a passes to a bouncer then dragging Blythe through.
Xander, finished with his water, tossed it into a nearby trash can. He high fived his band members, all of them grinning. They were going on tour soon and it would be amazing. He carried his guitar over to the case and placed it inside then locked it up. He picked up the case then waved to his friends. "Hey guys, I'm heading out. I'm dead tired." He said. The other band members groaned. This happened pretty frequently, but Xander just shrugged. He was walking backwards, and he flipped around. Unexpectedly, he crashed right into a girl that was coming backstage.
Blythe cried out as she crashed into someone. She fell back onto the ground and she looked up then groaned inwardly. Just what she needed. A band member. Blythe stood gingerly, making sure she hadn't broken anything. Just my butt, she thought. Blythe brushed the dirt and dust off of her red dress. Anne had insisted she wore it, saying "It made her look paler" as if that made her feel good about herself. Blythe glanced around for Anne.
Xander had dropped his guitar with the impact and looked, startled, at a pale girl in a red dress that was on the ground. Right, they had backstage passes. Stupid. He should know by now not to walk blindly since it wasn't like he was the only person in the world. The other band members had stopped whatever what they were doing at looked over, seeing what the commotion was all about. He reached out and lightly touched the girl's arm. "Hey, I'm so sorry about that. Are you okay?" The thought came to him that she might be a groupie, and he took his hand back.
Blythe looked up at him through her lashes. "I'll be fine." she said softly, seeing that people were staring at her. Where was Annae when she needed her? Blythe tucked and piece of her hair benching her ear and took a few steps away from him. She just wanted Anne to pop up out of nowhere and take her home. Tears stung at her eyes and she pressed a hand to her mouth as if that could stop them.
Xander immediately felt guilty when it was obvious the girl was trying to hold in tears. He wondered why she even came backstage, because it was clear that she was very uncomfortable. Having a little internal conflict, he decided to go over to where she was and talk to her. He sat down in the bench next to her. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Blythe took a deep breath. Where were his fangirls to come pull him away? Blythe chewed on her lip scanning the crowd. "Nothing's wrong, just waiting for my friend." she answered softly, her eyes moving from person to person in a desperate search for Anne. Blythe finally lowered her eyes and smoothed out her red dress. The dirt on the floor had smudged it. Her mother was going to kill her. She peered at Xavier from the corners of her bright green eyes.
Xander could tell that the girl didn't want to talk to him. After a minute he would probably leave. Since when did he start caring about people's feelings? He would just help this girl find her friend so he could leave and be at peace. "Okay." He said. He looked around also, watching for a girl who he hadn't seen before. Xander looked over at the girl next to him, who was looking at him. She had the greenest eyes he had ever seen. "Uh," he said. "Is that Anne?" He pointed over to a girl talking to some of his band members.
Blythe looked over and saw Anne, she inwardly rejoiced then frowned. "How did you know? I never said her name." she said warily, confused. Her brow furrowed as he looked at the striking singer. It was heard to deny that he cute with his grey eyes and shaggy blonde hair. Suddenly blushing, she looked away. Now she seemed like a groupie. Tricking him into being concerned. Blythe checked the time on her phone.
"I think she's come backstage before," Xander replied, unsure himself. He looked off into the distance, drifting off into space like he usually does sometimes. How did he know her name? After a moment, Xander snapped out of it and shrugged. He could feel someone's gaze on him and he looked over to the girl, but she was looking at her phone. He heard laughing and turned his head to see Anne and the other band members sharing a joke. It was unusual for them to be talking to someone they barely knew, unless they did know her. Or maybe she was just an easy person to talk to. He looked over. "What's your name?" he asked.
Blythe looked up at him, putting her phone down. "My name is Blythe." she answered him then looked down at her hands. She heard laughing and knew it was Anne, entertaining someone. She suddenly remembered that every time Anne rambled about the band. She never talked about Xander. But spoke like she was best friends with the other members.
"I'm Xander, as you probably know," he said and laughed a little ruefully. He examined her face for a moment then declared, "Well, you don't look to be in the best of moods. Did you even want to come here?" He was pretty good at reading emotions so he could tell that the girl, Blythe, seemed out-of-place. Most girls would be screaming to be in his presence. Obviously she wasn't one of those girls. She was very pretty, Xander noticed. "Usually girls would kill to be in my presence."
That last comment struck Blythe as funny. She laughed, her green eyes sparking with mirth and synthetic lighting. "Sorry." she said when she settled. Then remembered his first statement. "No. I didn't want to be here. Anne dragged me along. I thought I would manage to escape but I didn't." she answered, tucking a lock of wayward blonde hair behind her ear. Blythe gave him a rueful smile. "Sorry, I'm not one of your groupies. Some of us do still have standards." she said softly and looked away. Blythe inwardly cursed herself. She was known for voicing her opinions no matter what.
Xander smiled when Blythe laughed. Her eyes grew brighter, making her whole face light up and a strange thought came to Xander that he wanted to be the one to make her face glow. He shook his head lightly, as if to shake the thought away. But then he frowned inwardly when she said she didn't want to come. That was a little disheartening, considering the reputation his band had and nearly every girl loved him. He liked that this girl was different, though. Blythe's next statement came to him as a little shock. Sure, at first he thought she might be a groupie but she obviously wasn't once he talked to her. "I know, and I respect that. I don't like groupies anyway. Too clingy," he said, attempting to make it into a joke.
Blythe shook her head. "Then you haven't met Anne. She Isn'y clinging. Sure, she adores the other guys but she's more friends with them than an annoying groupie." she said, feeling the need to defend her friend. Anne started looking around and her eyes finally fell on Blythe. Blythe had the fleeting thought that Anne was going to explode by the way she was shaking with excitement. Anne walked over and she smiled at Xander but that was all the attention she paid him. "Are you ready to go?" Anne asked Blythe.
Xander's brow creased. He hadn't thought that Anne was a groupie; he just knew that the band really liked her because she had a good presence to be around. She seemed like the kind of person to command attention into a room, and not in the bad or inappropriate ways a groupie did. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that Anne was a groupie," Xander apologized, feeling a bit chastised though also a bit confused. He raised his hand in greeting as Anne came over and asked Blythe if she was ready to go. "It was nice meeting you, Blythe," he said, standing up and grabbing his guitar. He also needed to go.
Blythe nodded at him. "Yeah." she said softly. Replying to both of them. She nodded at Anne and started walking away with her. Anne linked their arms. "So... What were you two doing?" Anne asked as they left backstage and walked the long expanse towards the parking lot. Blythe shook her head. "Nothing. We just talked." she said, checking the time on her phone.
Xander waved to Anne and Blythe as they left, then, saying goodbye to the band members, he walked out the backstage exit door and into his car that was parked on the side of the street. He put his guitar case into the backseat and climbed into the drivers seat. He put the keys into the ignition and rove away towards his apartment which was 30 miles away. He turned up the radio and smiled to himself as he heard one of their songs playing on the radio.
Blythe and Anne got into Blythe's car and she started driving them home. "I'm glad home is only fifteen minutes away." Anne said, slumping in her seat. Both girls were a quiet for a few minutes before Anne looked over at Blythe. "Bly... What would you do if someone famous had asked you out?" she asked, pushing a hand through her dark brown curls. Blythe thought for a moment. Involuntarily, she thought of Xander. She shook away the thought and focused on her friend. "I would do whatever felt right. If you didn't like him, then no." Blythe answered. "It was one of the band members, wasn't it?" Anne nodded. "It was the drummer, Alex."
Xander weaved throughout traffic, and his mind switched to the girl he had met, Blythe. There was something captivating about her and he wanted to get to know her, which was a strange thing for him. Xander never usually had an interest in girls like he had an interest in her. He thought what probably made her so interesting was that she hadn't gone crazy when she saw him, didn't make him feel uncomfortable because girls tended to do that. He liked that. Right then his phone rang. He looked down and pressed the speaker button, not wanting to get arrested for talking on the phone while driving. "Yo," he greeted.
Blythe shrugged. "If you like him, then do it. So long as you don't bring him to our place after dates." she said. "I'm not listening to you two make out." Blythe teased, her eyes darting from the road to Anne again. Anne was silent for a moment. "I think we can manage that." Anne said grinning a pulling out her phone. Blythe watched her for a moment and hurt seared through her. No one had asked Blythe out in about two years. Anne was always getting asked.
"Hey, man!" Exclaimed a voice on the other end of the line. It was Alex, his friend and drummer of the band. He sounded excited; Xander wondered what caused him to be happy. "What's up?" Xander asked, curious. "You know the girl who came backstage? Anne?" "Yeah," he answered, remembering the girl who had made all of the band members laugh.
"Well, I asked her out." Alex said. Xander guessed he must really like Anne because he hadn't seemed so excited about going out with a girl before. It didn't seem surprising; Anne seemed pretty cool.
"Good for you," Xander congratulated.
Blythe finally pulled into the parking lot of their apartment building and got out. Anne was chatting animatedly on the phone with another of her friends. Anne waved her along and Blythe trudged inside. She unlocked the apartment, feeling a little depressed. She had just wanted someone... Most people thought she liked girls because she and Anne were always kissing cheeks and hugging. As if that meant anything.
"Okay, well, I'm gonna go now," Alex said. "'Bye." "'Bye."Xander turned down the block were his apartment was located. It was kind of a hidden-away building, and many people missed it. That was fine for him; he liked isolation. There was a really run-down building across the street, nearly covered with trees, bushes, ivy, and other plants. It sagged so much and was so depleted that Xander was surprised it hadn't collapsed yet. He pulled the key out and stepped outside, then went to his apartment. He realized that he hadn't even gotten Blythe's phone number, and he cursed under his breath because he really wanted to see her again.
Blythe went to her room and started to take off the dress. She sighed as she studied the smudges and her mind drifted back to Xander. Not allowing her mind to wander down that road, she took off the red dress and exchanged it for a pair of cutoffs and a camisole. Blythe started to brush out her hair in the mirror. She studied herself and her figure.
Xander shut the door behind him as he walked into his apartment and flipped the light switch, illuminating the living room. He walked to the kitchen and got a glass of water, downing it in a few seconds. He leaned against the counter for a few moments, then took out his phone. There were a few missed calls with messages. Most of them were asking if a magazine company could interview him, and one was from his manager asking him when they could meet and talk about the tour. He sighed tiredly and trudged to his room, throwing off his shirt and pants then flopping onto his bed.
Anne came a little later and quickly got ready for bed. She washed off her make up and came back with her hair pulled out of the way and wearing a big tee. Blythe climbed into bed, snuggling under the soft, silky covers. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep as Anne followed her lead but she couldn't Her mind was racing. She thought about Xander, Alex and Anne and how they would work out.
Xander sighed loudly and got out of bed. He went into the bathroom and washed his face and brushed his teeth. He looked at himself in the mirror above the bathroom sink. A hint of facial hair was showing; he had just shaved it that morning. There were slight shadows under his eyes from lack of sleep, but other than that his face looked bright and healthy. Tired, but healthy. He walked back to bed and got under the covers, closing his eyes and trying to go to sleep. He had a million thoughts racing through his head, though, and it took until an hour later until he drifted off to sleep.
