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{{ Awesome! Finally. :3 }}

[Jaybat]

(I'm not going to be online for most of tomorrow and probably the rest of today.)

[sighcotic]

{Woo! We can finally start (hopefully).}

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Ophelia had woken up earlier than usual. She hadn’t been able to sleep all night and was exhausted. She spent her extra time just standing under the hot rain of the shower. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. Since she was a young child she somehow had the ‘ability’ to feel when something was up. Every time she had told her mother her brother had hurt himself from inside the house, her brother would end up walking through the door with tears in his eyes and a scraped knee. The doors were locked and the stove was off, her apartment safe. Before getting in the shower she had called her mother, and all was well there with her and Ophelia’s brothers. The few friends she had were fine, she had called to ask a question about the class she had missed last week, and they sounded well. But this was different. It was deeper. There was only one explanation in her eyes. During the restless night, she had dreamt of a boyfriend she longed to forget. In her dream, he was standing right there in her apartment. She knew what that meant. CC was coming home.

She hadn’t realized she was out of the shower and already dressed before she was standing in front of the mirror, glowering at her reflection. She didn’t want to see him, much less be in the same town with him. It was bad enough that he left her for a band and a record deal, but much worse that he left her during the worst days of her life. Ophelia had lived up to her name until she was nineteen. Ill-omened. When she had started high-school, her life was already a train wreck. She was terribly depressed because her parents had gotten divorced over the summer. She was an insecure anorexic with a habit for smoking to keep herself going. During sophomore year, she had taken to the outcast group and started drinking with them because she thought they accepted her. Three months later, and she was doing drugs with them as well. And during that period of her life, she had felt like a trapped animal, waiting for the hammer to come down. She wasn’t happy, especially not with herself or her life. She broke free of the outcast posse, and keeping her habits with her, became the outcast posse’s new favorite to bully. It only escaladed her desire to die. But, out of the blue, there had been this guy that sat across from her at lunch and she felt okay. She felt safe, she felt wanted. Suddenly, with this guy being her friend, the need to die ceased to exist. She confided in him every problem she had, and he helped her through it. The drugs were the first to go. She almost went back once, but he was there. She stopped starving herself, and within a couple months weighed 119. She hadn’t known it then, but he saved her life, literally, in more way than one.

When she was seventeen, she began to let her heart wander. There was something about him that outshone every other person she knew. She had a knack for knowing things. She was sure back then that it wasn’t just the thrill of a first love that told her he would be the one. She fought for her sobriety and the good she knew her heart had. She fought for it for her future, for their future, and the family she was sure they would have. And for a while, ever since he first kissed her, she was sure her guess had been right. She was sure that he really did love her. And then this band came along. This band came along and he left her. He left her to face her problems and her fears by herself. At first, she had been happy for him. She wanted him to live his dream. But after he had packed his bags, reality hit her full force. He was leaving. He said he would come back, said he loved her, but she knew better. He was never coming back, at least not for her.

After he had left, she slipped. She was drinking and smoking again. She hadn’t built up to the drugs yet again. She didn’t eat much more than a bird for a week. Almost a year after he left, she got really wasted at a party. She had barely made the drive half way to her apartment before she pulled over, and just started crying. She knew then, just as she knew now, that she wouldn’t have lived much longer if she hadn’t made major changes. She drove home, flushed everything she had, and locked herself away in her apartment. She fought the battle of her life all at once, and she won. The very first Sunday after the battle, she got dressed, ate, and went to her first church service since she was eleven. She wasn’t the same person. The drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, hatred and depression, the starvation, the black clothing and thick black eyeliner, the black hair, and everything, it was all gone. Most of the people she knew didn’t even recognize her. The only things that have stuck with her to this day are her name, her family, and the dread of seeing CC again. Those three things separated her from being an entirely different person. She moved to the other side of town. She participated in volunteer programs with the church and with the local soup kitchen and Salvation Army. She didn’t care if it would cost her life, she would never go back to being the old Ophelia.

Since the new Ophelia had been created, she had enrolled in college and planned to major in psychology. She wanted to help people. She had an algebra class she had to be at in twenty-minutes. She threw her hair into a ponytail, skipped the make-up, grabbed the breakfast she had made last night from the fridge, and made the ten-minute walk to the campus. She wasn’t ready to see CC again, but maybe it would be a part of her healing. If she could eliminate her fear of seeing him again, maybe that would fully release who she used to be. But, he didn’t know how drastically she had changed. He probably wouldn’t recognize her. It had taken her own mother quite a while to realize the girl at the door was her daughter. But maybe he had forgotten about her. Maybe he didn’t even want to see her. Somehow, those thoughts were both heart-breaking and reassuring at once.

{{Forgive me for the extremely large post. I'm just trying to get a good feel on Ophelia... and make CC feel guilty. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

[sighcotic]

❤ vintage foster • single • twenty-two • wearing • timid

The pale faced girl lays in the center of her bed, curled up in black bed sheets. Piercing ice blue eyes open to the darkness that slithers around her room, as the dark curtains shielding her from the outside world remain shut. Vintage yawns slightly, sitting up before her feet gently hit the cold wood ground, bringing her back to her senses. She blinks, running a hand through her straight (but flat) black hair before meandering into her living room, not bothering to make herself decent yet. Taking her iPhone out of her BOTDF hoodie pocket, she pokes the home button and looks at the time. Eight-thirty. Not too bad considering she usually sleeps until eleven or longer.

Vintage plops down on the couch, bringing her skinny legs up to her chest before turning on the small HDTV she has sitting on a mini entertainment center. The house she lives in is small, but big enough to suit her needs. The girl flips the channel to Spongebob, watching it for a while before plugging in her phone, a meek smile appearing on her pale lips as Die For You by the one and only Black Veil Brides comes on. Vintage blasts it before going to take a shower, belting the lyrics for it and the other BVB songs that follow. Getting out of the steaming shower, she pops up in front of her closet, picking out her favorite, BVB decked out outfit {see above}. She chuckles, poking the face of Mr. Purdy that's on the shirt. Blow drying her hair as her black cat Ash comes in, she chuckles and points the object at the small male day's face, laughing at his reaction. Deciding to leave her raven hair flat, she sighs and re-enters her living room.

A bajillion thoughts about Ashley come flooding into her mind. She hasn't seen him for quite a while, but shrugs the thought off momentarily. Vintage yawns and plays a game on her phone with Ash perched protectively on her head, Black Veil Brides still echoing throughout her house.

{Oh my Jinxx, that was the longest post ever. O.o}

[confliction]

{ ruyah. - where would you like our boys to be? }

[mydadleftme]

{{hm...Maybe we could have them just getting back and somehow incorporate them meeting up with the girls. }}

[confliction]

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Andy groaned as he cracked open his heavy eyes. The sun burned through the window he faced, and he blinked uncomfortably. The twenty-two year old was situated in a van, leaning back in an awkward position on one of the worn leather seats. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around the interior. The empty seats stared back at him, the multiple bags and cartons of junk food that had previously occupied the cramped space gone. The driver looked half-asleep himself, but was somehow aware that Andy had awoken. "They've all been dropped off. Didn't want to wake you yet. We're almost at your stop." the middle-aged man explained. Andy nodded back, still squinting against the rays of light that shot right into his face. The nearly empty van traveled along the back road of quite a large neighborhood, the houses almost identical. He closed his eyes again, trying to ignore the blur of yellow light on his eyelids. Still too bright. He draped an arm across his face.

Home. He hadn't been home for a while. The band had been busy with all the tours and new songs and interviews. He had called his parents the night before, promising them a safe trip. But there was someone else waiting for him back home. Zarah. God, they hadn't spoken for so long. Since he left for the band's first tour, if you want to be a bit more precise. He could still remember how she looked. Straight black hair, shy blue eyes that almost matched his own, and those fragile scars tracing her wrists and calves. He hoped she hadn't gone back to cutting. When he last saw her, she seemed fine. They had grown more closer than ever when he persuaded her to stop self harming. It took a lot of charm, and he wasn't sure what she would think of him now. Whether or not they were still as close as before or farther apart.

The van rumbled a bit shakily onto the rough driveway he had skateboarded up and down thousands of times throughout his childhood. The porch lights were on, a light in the kitchen visible through the thin screen door. The driver pushed through his car door, sliding the side one open for the ruffled band member. He raked a hand nervously through his dark hair, adjusting his silver lip ring. And that's when his mother came out of the house, the screen door almost slamming his father in the face. She smiled up at him, and that same easy smile slid across her son's face. They hugged, his father soon joining them. "Oh, I'm so glad you got back safely. Did you get enough sleep?" Amy Biersack asked, pulling away from the quick hug. Andy nodded back at his mother, taking several suitcases and a back pack from the driver, thanking him shortly.

"I can never get enough sleep, but I'm fine." He sighed, looking up at the roof of their worn house. "I'm actually so glad to be back home." he said, pushing the backpack farther on his shoulder. His father, Chris, grinned at his son, patting his shoulder.

"So are we." He turned to the driver, inviting him in. But the man shook his head no, with a tired smile, and went back into his vehicle. The van slowly creeped down the driveway, tires crunching on the gravelly road. The three of them shared the heavy load of Andy's belongings and pushed through their swinging screen door, back inside the house.

[mydadleftme]

JINXX

sighed as he leaned back in the leather chair he had seated himself in when he had gotten back. He was tired and a little worn out from all the shows they had done all along their touring, but only now was he actually experiencing the affects from it all, before having been a bit preoccupied with everything. Looking out the window of the small little place where he lived, Jinxx, or Jeremy, felt a sense of peace and belonging wash over him that surprised him, though it wasn't initially unwelcomed. Sure, he absolutely loved being on tour with the band - Black Veil Brides, that is - but there was nothing like the feeling of being home, and especially after such a long absence.

But now the man's mind was being filled with the thoughts of one beautiful young lady and that was, Sammi Doll. Sammi Doll, or Sam as he tended to call her more often, was a girl he had met quite a few years back at a party. He remembered her distinct and very unique personality, the thing that had drawn him to her in the first place. She was confident in herself, an independant loner. Sammi had always seemed to be so veyr sure of herself and did the things her way, played by her own set of rules. And this, above all else, had intrigued Jinxx to the point of fascination. And matters were only helped when he found out how much the two had in common. This had been the match to lighting the flame of their friendship, which was why he felt the sudden urge to call her.

Looking over at the phone, Jinxx inwardly battled whether or not he should pick up the phone and call her right now. Things might have changed...It had been so long...He was almost shy to do this, and that was weird because Jinxx was never shy...Like, ever. He had always been so open and laid-back, always willing to talk to anyone who wanted to talk to him. But what if she was busy and just wasn't able to talk anyway.

After a few more moments of this, Jinxx muttered something under his breath before taking the phone up and searched through his contacts before he found the one that read 'Sammi Doll'. Pressing the send button, he listened to the ringing, and waited..

ZARAH

Zarah looked up at the time and set aside the sketchbook and the charcoal pencil she had been using. Zar had been patiently wasting away an hour and had much to show for it. Laying out on the parchment of the paper lay a rather dark being holding onto what seemed to be a dark mass of gooey cobwebs. Written in a dark font, were the words, "You Can't Escape Your Mind," written out and then entangled in the cob web.

The reason for her waiting was a friend. A friend she had known since she was born. This person was none other than Andy Biersack of Black Veil Brides. And he was back from touring. Walking downstairs, images of the two playing together as young toddlers, all the way up to hanging out together as teenagers flashed through her mind. She wondered distantly how much he had changed, and what it would be like to finally see him again after such a long absence of time. Shrugging it off as she reached the last step, Zarah walked almost cautiously through the house. Since the suicide of her little sister, and the death of her mother, her father had become an alcohlic, though he was gone away on one of his business trips at the moment, it still slightly made her wary as she traveled about the house despite the knowledge that she was alone.

Glancing up at the kitchen clock, she bit her lip lightly and sighed under her breath. Zarah wanted to know if Andy was back yet, but she had the faint thoughts that he was probably tired and in no mood to talk. She herself had been up all night...again...so despite the time, it was still relatively early in her mind. Running a hand through her hair, she gently tugged on the ends of a lock, then stopped and let it fall back to its rightful place.

"Maybe I'll just go on a walk and push the thoughts away..." She muttered quietly to herself before deciding this was just what she would do. Putting on her converse sneakers and grabbing a hoodie, Zarah walked out the door - though she made sure she had her phone with her...just in case... And set off down the sidewalk into the light of day.

{{So I realize mine are short and horrible, but I'm eating. I promise my next ones will be better c:}}

[kopus]

-- Helmuth was accepted, right? -- Anyway, I'll post in a few. ;)