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>>name lindsey anne pavao.
Hello there, I'm Lindsey Anne Pavao, or better yet, just call me Lindsey, yeah? I don't really mind my name, honestly. Unlike most, who want their name to be different, I like the name the way it is. To me it all fits. Anyway, let me get on about how I got the name. Well, I should probably warn you all this story isn't fascinating or anything, it's one of those stories that could put you to sleep if you allowed it. My mom, Cynthia, ended up becoming pregnant with me at a young age, being only eighteen. My "dad" didn't really like the idea of having a kid, so he decided to call it off with my mom. Family members where tossing names back and forth, some decent, and some not so... One my mother really liked though, happened to come from her cousin, who was seventeen at the time. She suggested the name Lindsey, it being one of her "top ten baby girl names". So Cynthia marked it onto the chalk board, along with Marilyn and Farrah. In the end, of course, Lindsey won, being the name to take the first space on my birth certificate [Lind-z]. From there, I guess I'll just move down the line. Anne is my great grandmother's first name, who unfortunatley passed away when my mom was fifteen. Mom and Anne where extremely close, so the death took it's toll on my mom. [An]. It was no shocker to anyone when they learned the newest addition would carry the name Anne back into the family. Lastly, the name there was really no choice in; Pavao. [Puh-vay-oh]. Of course, I carried my mom's last name, which is also her mother's maiden name. My mother didn't even bother to add my "dad's" name onto the certificate because...well, when was he ever a dad to me? So that's pretty much how I got my name, Lindsey Anne Pavao. If you can't find the courage to speak the name, some of my friends call me Linds. I don't really mind wether you called me by my full name or my nickname, I'd respond to either, so knock yourself out.
>>age eighteen.
I am eighteen now. I arrived during the early morning on the day of December 23rd. If your a little slow with numbers, that means I was born in the year of 1994. I was an early Christmas present, surprise! I was premature, and I was a complicated baby. I would actually forget to breath, so I was in the hospital for quiet a while before I actually got to go home. After the doctor removed me from the room to clean me up, they didn't return me as fast as they usually do, so my grandpa decided to walk down to the infantry. When he got there, he saw a few doctors and nurses around one of the newborns and plugging her up to a machine - that baby was me. Yeah, that's actually how I got the large scar across the top of my left foot. I had an IV in, and my vein popped. Every time my birthday comes around about three different people recite the story to me, and it sort of gets old, but I like to think I'm a survivor sometimes.. is that as weird as it sounds or....
>>gender female.
To be a tad honest I'm rather dissapointed this question was even brought up. I thought I looked pretty distinctive with my features.. Then again, there is always that one person to come and mess it up, so.. I guess I can forgive you, but only this one time. Because you find it difficult to determine, I am indeed a female. Shocked? Yeah? Well, you shouldn't be. I mean, come on, the signs are obvious. Long hair.. erm... a chest area, make up, then there's my closet. Still don't believe me? Too bad. I'll continue on allowing you to see me as a "he-she."

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>>description blonde hair, green eyes..
I'm a pretty normal looking person. I mean, definitely no supermodel. I probably stand about 5'4 when I'm standing upright. I'm obviously not the tallest, and I'm reminded of it often, I'd prefer you didn't do the same.I'm satisfied with it, I mean, as long as I can reach the top shelf in a market. Honestly I still can't even do that without standing on my toes. Anyways- I'm slender Not deathly skinny, where you can't sit there and count my ribs, though. Weight wise, I'm not completely sure. I don't own a scale or anything, so what the doctor tells me is what I go by. Last time I went I think my weight was maybe 120 lbs. Right there on the borderline of being 123. No, I don't starve myself. I just have a very high metabolism, making it really hard for me to gain any type of weight. I guess my shape is alright. I mean, I'm no Niki Minaj, but I'm not a straight line. Hair-wise, I have blonde hair. Probably a set of hair no girl would want. It's quiet thick, and pretty wavy. When the humidity is high it'll frizz, something girls despise. I guess I'm used to it though, so I'm fine with taming it every day. It's somewhat long, falling near the middle of my upper back, and when straight, a little farther down.I have light green eyes, which have flecks of gray and brown. Dark, thick eyelashes defining them. My skin is a fair complexion. I'm not ghostly white, but I'm not a beach tan, as I am caucasion. For peircings and tattoos, I only have my ears pierced, once in each lobe, and yes, one tattoo. It's on the inside of my right wrist. Yeah, I'm not doing to well at describing myself. If you want to know what I look like shouldn't you just look at me? Or are you still stuck wanting me to believe everything about myself isn't noticable, and I'm a "he-she"? Thought I forgot, didn't you..?

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>>personality shy, peacemaker.
I'm the quiet one. You know what I mean, right? The one who isn't usually noticed in school because she's quiet enough to have been forgotten? The one where when the teacher does role and calls my name people look around and say "whose that?" Yeah, that's me. I'm always referred to as the "quiet" girl. Everyone thinks I'm quiet, and I honestly don't understand it... alright, I understand why. I was never a loud person who can take control of a situation in a snap or be so outgoing that they can make friends in an instant. I've never been able to keep a conversation flowing. To be truthful the conversations we have could be rather blunt if we aren't close. This usually gave me trouble when talking or presenting came into place during class. Confrontation doesn't really work for me. I don't know, I just can't deal with people pointing out my flaws and such. I guess in a way, you could call me insecure, but I don't see it that way. I can't handle rude people- I just can't. No matter how hard I try to just man-it-up and take whatever someone has to say, in the end I still take it to heart, even when I know it isn't true. Like everyone else, I've wanted to be able to simply just shrug off criticism and move on, but I just can't. Although I'm insecure with myself, I do find myself standing up for others. Weird, right? I need to start taking my own advice. I don't know, I mean, I can't really stand up for myself, but if I see someone around me getting hurt because of what some irrelevant human being is saying I feel like I should say something. Kind of like a superhero.. I'm also the peacemaker. I mean, say highschool for example, if my two friends had been fighting, I'm not the one to take sides. For starters, it's ridiculous to take sides. They are both supposed to be your friends, and quiet frankly it's none of your buisness anyways so why get into it? So usually I'm the one to try and just push all the drama aside and get everyone back on speaking terms again. I don't like seeing people mad at eachother. This also stands for me. I don't like when people are upset or angry with me. I just want to fix it and move on. The stupidest fights can do the craziest things, and I suppose in a way I'm afraid of what they could do if I don't try and fix the problem. Basically, I can never stay mad at anyone. I begin to feel guilty as soon as the fight finishes and I just want to make things better again. Now when I warm up to you, I'm not exactly quiet. Once I warm up, I'm a pretty friendly person. I mean, I talk, sometimes a lot. I don't mind sitting around, cracking jokes, and just having a little fun. A lot of people are pretty surprised once they know the real me. They claim I'm a "completely different person". I'm just different around certain people. Some even call me carefree, which isn't entirely true. Like I mentioned, yeah, I'll have fun with you, pull pranks and all, but I'm deffinantly not going to go trashing people's mailboxes. I'm not the type. I guess I could be carefree to an extent, but it's only once I've warmed up and have become comfortorable around you. Even then, I won't do anything to crazy. I still like to ponder the consequences before jumping into things.
>>likes cats, dinsey pixar films.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I like cats. They're cute, and their lazy just like me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like dogs too. I would just prefer a cat. Don't get me wrong, dogs are fun, I actually have one. He's no cat, but he thinks he is. He's a one and a half year old Boxer named Atlas. His first name was actually Atticus, but my little brother couldn't pronounce it correctly, and kept saying Atlas, so it stuck. Atly is pretty lazy, he doesn't do much. He can be curled up on the couch beside you, and see that you have a tennis ball. Throw the tennis ball, and he'll just sit there and stare at you like "okay, go get it. what do you want me to do?" Gotta love Mr. Atly. Mhm, you heard right. Yes I'm an eighteen year old, and yes, I love Disney Pixar films. Watching them when you're little, you never really can pick up the true meaning behind the animated little chipped cup and tea pot, but once you get older and you sit back down, you can sit there and enjoy the actual meaning behind the movie. I feel like they actually bring the kid out in me and it's exciting. I can't really choose a favorite, but I like Bambi and Up. Well yeah, I'm done. I'm sure you're tired of me going on about Disney now. On to the next, shall we?

>>dislikes monster, disrespect.
A lot of people think I'm a snobby person, and trust me, I'm not. I just get annoyed easily and it can rub people the wrong way if they don't understand that. Let me start off with something simple. Monster energy drinks? Everyone knows what they are, or I'd think so anyways. I don't know, Monster drinks aren't really my thing. Sorry, don't mean to offend any of you harcore Monster drinkers out there, but I don't really care for them. When you're holding the door for someone and they don't say thank you. That annoys me so much. Haven't you ever heard of respect? Since I've been started on respect, I'll continue with the subject. Another thing that gets me is when people burp or belch and don't excuse themselves. It's gross, please excuse yourselves. Another is when someone a noise over and over again. It makes me want to pull my hair out. What are you doing? Calm down, you aren't a voice box.

>>habits biting my lip, muttering.
I have quiet a few habits I've found it hard to shake. Biting my lip is definantly one of them. Now I tend to do it a lot and I don't even notice it anymore. When I'm thinking, when I'm nervous, even when I'm bored. I've tried to break this habit before, and even my mom did when I was small. One time she made me put this nasty tasting stuff on my lips so when I tried to bite it I wouldn't because it would taste bad. Haha, yeah, that didn't work out at all. After a while the stuff didn't even phase me. Another one of my big habits is muttering. I know it sounds strange, so let me explain. Sometimes when I'm deep in thought, I talk to myself. I swear I'm not crazy. I just randomly start muttering to myself. Other times is when I'm talking to you and I want to say something but I'm not sure if I should or not, I just mutter it instead. I'm awkward.

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song to Jessie J© . form to Fascai ©
all writing to Fascai © . please do not use.

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mood: a little sassy.
where: the tour bus.
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louis drummed his fingertips gently on the wooden table on the lower level of the two leveled red tour bus. he was bored to say the least. just a tad bit though. it was only because the trip from where they had been to where they were currently going was quite a long distance and road trips weren't always the funnest things. however him being who he was could probably figure something out to entertain himself. maybe he'd pester niall and steal some food from the irish blonde. then again maybe not- the last time he did that he almost lost a finger. quickly the thought slipped his mind as he pulled out his iphone and logged onto twitter. it had been quite a bit since he had been on and he felt the need to. silently he scrolled through his mentions- following a few fans here and there that he thought had the most intriguing tweets. his eyebrows furrowed as he glanced over one tweet in particular. 'youre so gay. jeez. just quit the band already.' ouch. well that one hurt a bit. still a cocky smirk slipped onto the twenty-one year old's thin lips as he pressed the reply button. he really knew he shouldn't but he couldn't stop himself from doing it anyways. shiloh would probably kill him for it along with their management as he knew he was suppose to be watching his temper. sometimes it did get the better of him. these were one of those times. 'sorry to break it to you but i do get more d*cks then you do.' instantly louis did regret tweeting it. it really didn't help the whole 'not gay' situation but he was just tossing in his sassy opinion. he knew he wasn't legitimately like that and his friends knew that too. none of them were- heck they all had girlfriends. they just liked to joke around with their bromances. it drove the fans wild but some take it too far as he thought. a long sigh passed through his lips as his diamond blue eyes flickered around the crowded bus. "pesents these days.." he mumbled under his breath jokingly. it was just a little joke seeing as the fans assumed it was something he'd commonly say. so he figured he'd just roll with it and see if it stuck. in ways it did but in others not as much. "someone needs to entertain me before i go completely insane.." the lad commented before brushing a hand through his windswept hair that had been brushed down during their long trip on the road. if he felt the need to fit it into a quiff later he'd probably just ask jordan to do it.

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where: the tour bus.
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alisha pulled at the plastic green straw on her starbucks ice coffee cup. it had been something she had bought about a year ago and she was constantly filling it with whatever she was drinking at the time. at the time it just happened to be some cooled yorkshire tea with a little bit of honey. for a moment her pale grey eyes flickered over to lindsey- one of the newly hired crew members. ali found her and niall just adorable together even if the rest of the world thought she was dating their drummer josh instead. suddenly there was a soft vibrating in her pocket as she recognized it to be her phone. a text message most likely or a notification of some sort. after pulling it out she nodded slightly. her guess had been correct. twitter notification. louis tomlinson had replied to something. it wasn't an uncommon thing. the blonde was subscribed to the boys' tweets as well as the rest of the members of their 'touring team' as everyone called it. it kept her updated if she was away from a majority of the group. "lovely tweet lou," the nineteen year old commented. she knew well enough what kind of thing that one tweet would cause. drama. it only meant more comments towards him about the subject and that any bromance with him included would probably just be that much more 'shipped' and everyone knew larry stylinson was already a popular one. it was a bit sad when people took it seriously though as alisha thought. the lads all knew it was just for laughs but others didn't seem to catch that. "curly, i'm bored too, entertain us," the blonde said as she plopped down next to the brunette singer. perhaps he'd crack some terrible joke that was so bad everyone had to laugh at it. who knows.

<< to those who may be confused- in the tagged section of my posts the italicized names are in thought only and those that aren't my characters are actually speaking/interacting with lolol. >>

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Harry frowned slightly while his green orbs glanced around the tour bus from where he sat on the sofa. It was strangely quiet besides the small chit chat going on between a few on the bus. Quite weird. Normally you'd hear Niall goofing off somewhere or Liam yelling at someone for something unsafe. Maybe even one of the girls yelling they had run out of makeup or screaming because there was a bug. Haha. Though, the silence was pretty nice in some ways- soothing and peaceful. But for Harry, soothing and peaceful got way too boring too easily. He was just about to speak when suddenly something- or rather, someone, had plopped down next to him on the couch. Easily he could recognize the person as Alisha since, well, he had known her forever practically, and because he was secretly dating her.Haz stared at the blonde as she spoke the few words, making his lips curl up into a playful smirk. The perfect thing to say had popped up into that wild mind of his. "I know how I can entertain just you" Harry replied, his grin growing bigger as he wiggled his eyebrows playfully at the girl who everyone knew as his best friend. Of course he was just joking around; he had to basically since you never knew when someone from management could suddenly arrive, and that wouldn't be a good thing if they found out. He found it kind of peculiar; isn't it likely that when five girls stay with five guys on a tour bus for a long period of time, a relationship would be bound to happen? Management was weird. "Anyways- maybe we could play a game- or or a Twitcam? Don't know." he suggested with a slight shrug. He actually wasn't really sure what they could do to entertain themselves as for the moment his mind had been drawing a complete blank. The cheeky lad would have suggested playing a joke on Niall but he had no clue where the Irish lad was.


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Gabriella jumped around gracefully on the upper floor of the tour bus. As normal she was practicing some of her dance moves, mainly ballet for the moment. Why? Just for the heck of it. For the time being she probably wouldn't get to do any performances or anything of the sort out in public since the brunette was touring with the lads and had to teach them. Gabs' hair was pinned up into a messy bun, and she wore a pair of sweats and a tee. This outfit was just being worn for the moment as she practiced; she was definitely going to change afterwards since she looked somewhat like a mess. After spinning for a few seconds Gabby lost her balance and fell over, thankfully catching herself before she hit the ground. Still, she had somehow managed to hit the table which sent everything on it flying, including her phone. "sh-t" she mumbled, examining the huge cracks in the screen of her iPhone. Well that was great, it definitely ruined her good mood. Gabby placed the iphone back on the table after picking everything up and mumbled some things as she went into the bathroom to change and do her hair for the day.

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J o r d a n . R a y { J a y }

Feeling: Jittery
Doing: Chatting and Sitting
Wearing: This
With: Louis, Alisha, Harry, Gabriella
Gender: Female

I shifted in my seat on the tour bus. It was awfully silent on the bus, which was quite weird actually. I gave a soft sigh and examined my scratched up skateboard. I fixed my beanie which tilted to the right side of my blonde curls. I grumbled and set my skateboard on my seat before standing on my knees and peeking over the top of the seat at the boys. I pulled out my phone and plopped it onto Louis's lap. "You can play Angry Birds or any kind of game you want, I don't really care." I muttered and saw his ruffled hair. It bothered me. A lot.

I shifted on my knees and flattened the ruffled part of his hair with a slight grin before sitting back down in my seat and pulling out my Blackberry. I always carried around two phones just in case one died. I raised my head over the seat again and glanced over at Harry. "Isn't it usually loud in the bus?" I said loud enough for him to hear before shifting in my seat and catching my skateboard as it was about to fall. I scratched some dirt off of my wheel and let it lay between my knees and the seat.

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Feeling: Bored
Doing: Nothing
Wearing: This
With: Everybody
Gender: Male

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{ I'll post for Niall soon

Shiloh sat on the bottom level of the tour bus, curled up in a chair with her phone sitting gently in her lap. Ocassionally, the white iPhone would buzz and a cute little tone would sound, but that was only to alert her that her younger cousin had texted her. She had spent the last hour or so texting the thirteen year old, helping her with her math homework. The entire conversation was a long list of numbers and Spanish, with a lot of Argentinean slang tossed in and her cousin has been stuck on her last problem for almost an hour. Claru, her father's niece, was just a little on the stubborn side and she was refusing to get help from her teacher. While no arguing had gone on, progress on the problem was going nowhere no matter how much Shy tried explaining. To make matters worse, they were no where near eachother so it made helping just that much harder.

Soon enough, Shiloh's phone went off again. However, it wasn't a text message that she had received. Instead, it was a notification that her boyfriend, or rather 'secret boyfriend' had tweeted something. Simply because she knew it was probably something bad, she checked it out. Well, there was that reason as well as the fact that little red bubble that hung in the edge of apps tended to bother her. It was a weird little peeve of hers. Just as she had assumed, the tweet wouldn't gain the boys, Louis specifically, any brownie points. Maybe it was just her attraction to him, but she found his tweet kind of funny. Lucky for her, she was quite the little actress. Standing up, she headed over to the stairs that led to the top tier of the bus, where most of the others were.

The first sign of Shiloh's presence would probably have been the strands of blonde hair peaking over the front step. They were followed by baby blue eyes, but nothing else. It left her gaze level with the ground if she were to look straight, but her attention wasn't on the ground. Instead, it was captured by the oldest band member. She fixed him with a stern glare, but the baby blue color of her eyes landed no where near sharp. She was contemplating not letting herself be known until they noticed her themselves, but she didn't want to risk any more sarcastic statuses or complaints towards the media manger, yours truly. "Louis, must I remind you what happens when you tweet things like that?" She called, the accent of Argentina lacing her voice. It tended to confuse people when she told them of her birthplace in Norway and often led to long explanations of how she ended up in Argentina. It was all easy answered with one word. Moving.

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❝seeing is deceiving and dreaming is believing❞


The blonde sat across from Louis at the little wooden table, her back pressed to the wall of the bus, and her feet dangling off the end of the seat into the isle. She had an earbud in her left ear- 'Who You Are' by Jessie J playing. She had been sitting for quiet a while now, alternating from Twitter to Temple Run off and on as time progressed. Linds ran the pad of her thumb along the screen of her phone, browsing twitter feed. A lot of it was stuff about "can you say hi to the boys" and such. Apparently the fans figured that if they couldn't get through on the boys' twitter acounts, they could do it on the crews'. In all honesty the blonde didn't mind it, though. Linds would pause every so often, reading the longer tweets for picking back up down the line. Some of the tweets would mention her so called relationship with the drummer, Josh Devine. Of course it was all fake, but the only people to know that were the people sitting on the bus with her. The fans and even management had been oblivious to the real story, and hopefully it would stay that way. Soon after leaving the internet and heading back to Temple Run, the blonde's little Indiana Jones froze just as the monkey demons ran up on his tail. Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment before the phone chirped, then the screen started moving again, signifying someone she had subscribed to had just sent out a tweet. Exiting the app, she slid her thumb across the screen before finding the icon and opening up Twitter for probably the thirtieth time today. Her eyes flew over the tweet before letting out a laugh. "Someone's being extra sassy today..." Lindsey commented with a small smirk before closing out of the screen and sitting her phone on the table. She ran her fingers through her ponytail before turning her head to peak down the isle. A laugh escaped her lips as the top of Shiloh's head appeared. "You're in troubleeeee...", the girl murmured in a playful sing-song tone, her eyebrows raising slightly as she glanced back towards the brunette singer. It was Shiloh's job to manage the boys in the media, and this tweet wasn't going to make her job much easier. Just adding more sparks to the gay jokes, really. The tumblr fans would get a kick out of it, though.

[ I'll be posting for Zayn momentarily. I have to go do dishes. Dx

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mood: a little sassy.
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there was a gentle smirk creeping up on louis' thin lips as sudden comments of his tweet rung through his ears. it was expected and really he actually liked it. it gave them something to chatter about at least for the time being. with paul in charge of driving them in which he was doing so at that point there wasn't really anyone to pester outside their tightly knitted group. the body guard however had a thick wall and a door between where he was sitting at the wheel and where everything else was. heck- he couldn't see or hear them unless they used the microphone. for a moment louis thought that their band would be good to mess with but they too were in their own vehicle. now that really narrowed down the amount of people they could goof around with. "thank you my dearest blonde," the twenty-one year old commented as he eyed alisha when she plopped down next to harry. his best friend of the band at most times it seemed. for a moment his gaze narrowed. "steal my curly, i should have you arrested," he scoffed before glancing down at his lap as something hard landed in it. a phone. oh joy! instantly he recognized it as jordan's but perhaps that was because she was nearby too. his eyebrows arched at the feel of her fixing his messy hair. sure she was the hair stylist but she was always fixing his hair. maybe it was because he got lazy and had a terrible time maintaining it. "oh, thanks, i do like temple run," the doncaster lad chirped before opening up the application. the game didn't last long as he felt a pair of eyes burning deep into his soul. don't let it be shiloh. please please please anyone but her. even liam. darn. it was her. louis paused the game and pulled a rather mischievous cheeky grin at his blonde girlfriend. "i get praise and my loyal subjects bring me food, yes?" he joked lightheartedly. of course he was kidding- he only did it to get on her nerves a bit as he did with everyone from time to time. the last of the comments came from lindsey- another of their newly hired crew. a chuckle escaped his lips at her wording and he couldn't help but smile. "as always.. yeah i really don't know. i need some tea or maybe a nap before shy here murders me," with that the brunette was up on his feet and headed over to the little kitchen they had to pour himself a cup of tea.

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where: the tour bus.
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alisha quirked an eyebrow at harry comically. his comment was somewhat expected- especially considering she had known him her whole life. the fact that he had actually said it and announced it to the whole amount of the tour bus did amuse her. "by that you mean monopoly, right haz?" the blonde cooed before wiggling her own eyebrows. of course that wasn't his intention and she knew it but that didn't mean she had to reveal that. sometimes he really did have a dirty mind- of course he was a nineteen boy after all. "because i know you weren't trying to be dirty, were you?" ali challenged before hearing louis speak up. a light and long laugh poured from her soft plump lips before she could even think of something to respond to that with. "arrest me? i had him first hun." that could end up bad but he probably knew she was joking. still she could pick out the oldest band member mutter something about harry loving him more. well then. {y'all can reply to this if you wish.. if i add anything to ali's post it'll just be filler thoughts to make it longer. cx}

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J o r d a n . R a y { J a y }

Feeling: Jittery
Doing: Chatting and Sitting
Wearing: This
With: Everyone
Gender: Female

I shifted in my seat at Paul drove the tour bus. He was quite busy, and I knew if I messed with his hair, I could piss him off. I needed something to do. I glared at Zayn. I just plain hated the way we had to fight in front of the fans. I gave a soft sigh and pulled my beanie over my eyes with a loud groan plopping down onto my butt again in my seat. I tried to see through the black fabric, before pushing it up again and peering into the kitchen to make sure Louis's hair was OK. It was always messy, and it just always bothered me until my last nerve died. I trailed back to my seat, and on my way back, I glanced over at all the boys in the band's hair making sure they were neat. I know, I styled them this morning, besides Liam. It made me upset that he shaved off all of his hair. I liked playing with his hair. I could style it into a Mohawk, and he wouldn't have even cared. He would get annoyed and all, but I didn't really give a care in the world. I plopped back into my seat and scratched the paint on my skateboard. My legs were aching, and I needed out of this stupid tour bus. We were always stuck in it all d*** day. Also, it didn't help with me being in a large crowd. If one boy stepped off this tour bus, we would loose one of them to annoying stalker fan girls.

L I A M . P A Y N E

Feeling: Bored
Doing: Nothing
Wearing: This
With: Everybody
Gender: Male

My boredom was faltering as I listened to the small talk fly around the tour bus like a rumor being spread around Highschool. I scoffed lightly followed by a soft chuckled before glancing at Jay who was sort of glowering at Zayn from a distance. What was with the pair? They were always batteling each other and shooting harsh words at each other like a pistol shot to the heart. Yeesh. Those folks were nuts. I was stirred to the attention around the bus that aimlessly flew everywhere like it did earlier. I rolled my eyes as Jay glanced back at the boys hair to see if anything was wrong with it. I rolled my eyes happy that I had pretty much no hair. But when it grew back, I was to be tortured by the curly blonde girl.

[toast;]

Niall was, and probably not to many people's surprise, in the little kitchen area. He had a bag of crisps hanging from his mouth as he dug through small cabinets filled with cups. It seemed as though none were suitable to drink from, although he was really just occupying himself for the time being. Eventually he found one that would do and he shuffled over to a small counter, pouring tea into the cup. He only filled it about halfway so it wouldn't spill if the bus hit any rough bumps in the road. It would have probably been better to play it on the safe side anyway, which meant half of a cup.
The Irish lad walked over, or more so pranced, over to where Lindsey was sitting. For a moment, he looked like he didn't know what to do with the things in his hands, but he eventually reached over her legs and set them down on the table. His bright blue eyes settled on his girlfriend and he looked a little mischievious. He shuffled a bit closer to her before reaching out and softly tracing his fingers along the back of her neck. "Does that tickle?" He asked, genuinely curious.

{ No good muse for Niall ಠ_ಠ

Shiloh's eyebrows furrowed slightly at his cheeky grin, as if it had no effects on her. She slowly moved up the last few steps and stepped at the last step. Her hand was gripping the railing lightly, as if she weren't all that worried about falling with the slightest jerk, and her other one rested on her hip. The look she kept up with wasn't exactly one that shot daggers, but it wasn't like walking on clouds either. It was more like getting pricked by pins and eedles, not comfortable. She remained like that until he got up and headed to the little kitchen, at which point she broke her act and scurried over to where he had been sitting. She sat down, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. "Oh please, Louis. I'm not that evil." She cooed, suddenly taken an interest in studying her nails. They were somewhere in between short and long, a perfect length for her long and slender fingers. They had been painted a lavender color, with delicate white dots marking the surface. They were simple, as far as patterns go, and the normal thing for her. After a few drawn out sentences, her blue gaze flickered to Louis, her head remaining motionless and a small smile dancing across her light pink lips.

{ I lied. No muse at all ಠ_ಠ

[da .pimp. is here]

[having wb. sorry.]

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Harry chuckled silently and rolled his eyes like a girl would. Ali totally knew how to make him laugh or at least get him to smile. "Yup, I totally mean't Monopoly. No way in the world that I was trying to be dirty." he spoke with sarcasm, grinning at the girl to annoy her. It was always fun to mess around with Alisha, mainly because she knew he would joke around often and wouldn't take stuff literally. Even if it was mean't to be taken literally. Even when they were young little brats they acted like this, though the curly lad had to admit he was a lot more brutal and rude when he joked around than he was now. And that was because he had mostly grown out of his immature stage and gotten closer to Alisha. Haz watched as Lou and her somewhat bickered over him. Hah, this was quite amusing. "C'mon ladies, there's enough of Harry Styles to go around" he beamed with a sly smirk at Louis. Yeah, he just called him a girl, he wanted to see how his bud would react to that.


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Gabby fixed up her hair and now it didn't look as bad as before. Didn't have to be perfect, not like she would be going somewhere important soon where she had to look nice, correct? She was wearing a simple white short sleeved tee shirt with the word "mustache" printed on it, as well as a cartoon mustache with a face on the shirt too. Gabriella also wore some black shorts, and along with that, some fuzzy socks for the heck of it. She left the bathroom, now feeling calmed down. She wasn't really upset anymore as she had forgotten all about the episode that just happened, causing her phone to be cracked. The brunette walked over to where it seemed all, or at least most, of the others were. She spotted Liam and smiled slightly, then walked over and poked his cheek. "Sup boy?" she asked cheekily.