𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 | 𝐧𝐲𝐚𝐡, & 𝐝𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐲𝐲

[ethereal .]

a onexone between nyah, and myself.
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[ethereal .]

in the small georgia town august grew up in th
ere was two kinds of people. you were either
made of sugar and spice, or gunpowder and le
ad. august was the best of both worlds. with a
big mouth and an even bigger attitude from th
e time she could talk, she wasn't one to make
many friends. the ones she did have were mor
e like family than anything else. they were th
e ones she'd go to hell and back for. when she
says she'll do anything she means anything. it's
gotten her in trouble more than once, but she
'll tell you it was worth it every time. everyon
e calls her crazy, it depends on how you see it.
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𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 ..
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 .
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august has always been the black sheep of the
family, and her parents weren't particularly h
appy about it. they spent quite a bit of time t
rying to turn her into someone she wasn't, and
she spent an equal amount of time trying to p
rove herself in her own way. as the only girl o
ut of four children she developed a thick and t
ough skin that helped her get through life. sh
e refused to be a stranger to hard work and h
elped out a lot at home. whether it was out on
the farm with her brothers or in the house wit
h her mother. though, she preferred to be awa
y from the judgmental teachings of her mothe
r. 'i'm only doing what's best for you' she would
say, but august never understood that phrase.
she knew her family was only looking out for t
emselves, only thinking about what others in t
own would think of them. and it seemed as th
ough everyone thought she was dragging them
down, like a heavy anchor on an already sinki
ng ship. well, if she was already going down t
hen she was going to take everyone with her.

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i. august wright ii. auggie [she's not fond of it] iii.
twenty-two iv. cisfemale, she/her v. biromantic/se
xual [female lean] vi. long brown hair, sun-bleach
ed near the ends and naturally wavy. vii. light bro
wn eyes, maybe golden when the sun hits just righ
t. viii. tanned skin tone from working long days in
the sun. ix. stands at five feet five inches. x. she h
as a few tattoos. a lit match on the inside of her r
ight wrist, a pocket watch on the back of her neck
in remembrance of her grandfather, and 'ccxxvii' o
n her left forearm, up top where her arm bends.

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𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓,xxxxxx
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 !

it didn't take long for august to realize that her family w
ould never see things her way. after all, they were just
regular ole sheep. she stopped caring what everyone th
ought of her and started being the person her younger s
elf would've looked up to. little did she know, speaking
her mind would cause a lot of fights and problems at ho
me. she dealt with it for as long as she could, but the s
he graduated high school she was out of there. of cours
e her mother begged her to stay, this would ruin what w
as left of their reputation. right, like that was going to
keep her from leaving. she was gone before the sun ros
e the next morning. she'd been thinking about that mom
ent for years, so it wasn't like she didn't have a plan. gr
anted, it might not have been the best plan, but a plan
nonetheless. she's been making her way across the state
s for some time now, never staying in one place for too
long. it wasn't hard to find odd jobs here and there, but
she only worked long enough to make the money she ne
eded to get to the next place. she's been going back and
forth along the west coast for some time because she c
an't help but love it. now she's not saying she'd put dow
n roots anytime soon, but if she were to this would be t
he place. recently, she's found herself wandering aroun
d washington, feeling out the area a little. there was ev
en a job opening as a waitress at a bar nearby. she hasn
't been there long, but it pays good and the tips help ou
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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄,
𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈'𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍' ..
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !
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t a lot. admittedly, it gets a little hectic but she knows
how to handle herself and those kinds of situations. it w
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[nyah,]

i. kimberly mays. ii. goes by kim, but friends call her kimmy.. iii. twenty-three
years old. iv. cisfemale, she/her. v. born on june 14th, gemini sun. vi. average
build, hourglass. 5'4", 135lbs.x. vii. blonde hair, naturally straight, green eyes.
viii. small tattoos everywhere, nose piercing.. ix. hardworking, friendly, daring.
x. obnoxious, indulgent, nosy. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxi. drummer of no vacancy.
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ϟ born and raised in boston, massachusetts to her single dad and younger
sister. her relationship with the two have always been strong and continues to
be strong to this day. she was raised around rock music all her life thanks to
her dad. he was the reason she began drumming at a young age.
ϟ kim's personality is both welcoming and rowdy. she's known for being the
energetic member of her band and people love being around her. she's very
talkative and friendly, but isn't afraid to defend herself and others when it's
needed. she's witty, adventurous, and loves traveling with her band.
ϟ her clothing style stays black and white. she usually goes through concerts
wearing a sleeveless tee and athletic shorts. kim also regularly visits bars in a
band tee and biker shorts.
ϟ she would rather spend her nights out and about the town her band is in.
you can find her hanging out at a bar or adventuring around whatever city she
finds herself in next.

ϟ faceclaim :: sophie turner

[nyah,]

── ❝ 𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 !
there was nothing like the feeling of performing in front of an audience. even if there were only a few people who actually listened, it was enough to please kimberly. no vacancy was a project she started a few years ago with a couple of close friends she made in boston. the three of them decided to leave everything behind to perform a couple of shows in seattle during its rock scene. lucky to say, they were rather successful. no vacancy was able to book open mics in bars and clubs that legendary bands played in before they had their break: nirvana, pearl jam, hole. each concert was different but the adrenaline high was unlike anything she's ever felt before. she loved it and she knew she made the right decision ever since their first show. it wasn't uncommon to see the same three people at each of their shows as they were the first fans they've ever experienced. they felt grateful for the support and it was enough to keep the four going.

after each show, they did a little meet and greet in the alleyway behind whatever bar they performed at. it's how she met some producers who wanted to make the band bigger than it already was. she definitely didn't expect to grow and become big and famous, but she wasn't against the idea either. something she wasn't ready for was the negative comments they received right off the bat. it hurt her to see nasty reviews from controversial reporters, but she tried not to show it. with all the publicity that no vacancy got brought out a bad side to kimberly. it was the week before that she finally decided to lashed out at a group of paparazzi. needless to say, it wasn't her brightest idea. due to her actions, she was on the cover of a couple of magazines with photoshopped devil horns. the band also lost a couple of gigs because of the bad publicity. the other members said they didn't mind, but she could tell that they obviously cared.

a week later, no vacancy found themselves at a small bar in seattle and performed a small set. she didn't show it during the concert, but she broke down backstage to her band members after it ended. a few moments later, she found herself sitting at the bar with red eyes. her finger traced the circular rim of her glass of whiskey and picked up a conversation with the bartender. through everything, she smiled through it and didn't show any of her emotions. kimberly gripped the glass and took another sip of her whiskey before placing it back on the bar. her green eyes took a glance around and noticed a few strangers looking her way. the moment her eyes laid on them, they glanced away. it's all the recognition she's gotten since the small incident. the looks made her feel paranoid. it was as if everybody was judging her and she despised it. she released a small sigh and brought her eyes back on her drink.

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𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
twenty-two ✰ tagged; tbd ✰ mentioned; tbd

it hadn't been too long since august started working again as a waitress at a small bar in seattle. only long enough to recognize what to expect on certain nights, and to somewhat settle into the tightknit group of workers. now, if you were to ask anyone else they would tell you, 'august wright is no people pleaser', and for the most part they'd be correct. that's the best part about finding yourself in a new town with new people. no one knows who you really are. you can be whoever you want to be, and in this new line of work you don't exactly want to be the odd man out. it was a whole lot easier to put out fires and get along with others when you were seen as the sweet southern gal from georgia, and august understood that.

it actually came in handy a lot for nights like tonight. she was told by a few of the other people she worked with that every now and then they'd have bands come in and play, but tonight was her first night actually experiencing it first hand. personally, it was pretty exciting for her because it was a band that she'd grown to love over the year. she would have loved nothing more than to relax and blend into the crowd, but it never works out that way. they were packed a little tighter than usual, and more than once she had to slide over the bar to calm fights that were starting to brew. they always got that look in their eyes that said they were ready to start throwing elbows. thankfully, they never got too far and the crowd started to thin as the night went on.

things always got a little quieter after a certain hour, even though they were practically in the heart of the city. when she was hired on the owners described the place as 'seattle's best kept secret'. they had their regulars who would tend to linger, the drunks who more than likely found the bar after being cut off at another, and then there were the people who seemed like they just liked the company mixed with solitary. a walking contradiction. tonight that was kimberly mays. august would've been able to pick her out of any crowd even if she didn't know for a fact that she was already going to be there. it didn't take a genius to realize there was something eating at the girl, and normally she'd be able to contain herself but once her feet were moving she couldn't stop.

august made her way around the bar with a full tray in one hand, and a stray glass in the other. she'd like to think the little glances she shot in the other girl's direction were subtle, but the look she got from one of the other waitresses said differently. those wide eyed and raised eyebrow looks were probably supposed to stop her from her next moves, but they did just the opposite. first she set her tray down and then she was walking up, propping her elbows up on the bar and leaning over the slightest bit. if there was any time to break out the southern charm this was more than likely it. "kimberly mays, drummer for no vacancy, not quite america's sweetheart..but a sweeheart nonetheless."

august had to press her lips together to hide the amused smile that tried pushing its way to the surface as she quoted an article that she'd read what must've been two or three months ago. though, it seemed like a lot had changed since then. without another thought, she let her hands rest on the bar palms flat and then pushed herself up. "next one is on me, darlin'." and with that she was wandering back over to where she'd left her tray and started unloading and wiping down the various dishes, expecting that to be the end of it.