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[Richie's Gal Forever]

{ Carolina May Sambora } { No crush } { Female } { Position: Lead guitarist/backup vocalist }

Carolina nodded at Alex's statement about the going insane if he didn't get to explore. She was the same way. She couldn't stay in more room for more than was needed. She loved being out and about. Seeing new things. Even if she'd been in the area a hundred times, she always found something that she hadn't seen the previous times. It was always cool. She also agreed about the gym part. She always liked to keep fit. She was like her uncle Jon. He was always making sure he stayed fit. It kept him in better moods that way. Not that she was in a bad mood if she didn't, but it would make her all the more positive. She shook her head when he asked if there weren't too many crazy fans.

"They're usually pretty calm, cool, and collected and respect you. But there are those who do chase after you and all that stuff."

She smiled a little when Alex joked about Holly drooling on him. She hated sleeping with her younger cousins for exactly that reason. If it came down to it, she'd choose to sleep on the floor. She shook her head at Alex's offer for Holly to use his bunk.

"Or you could use mine. I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep. I usually can't sleep during bus rides. It's weird, but if I try, I end up getting back up anyway."

It was true. When she did nap, she ended up with a migraine and couldn't sleep that night. She didn't want that happening while on tour. She smiled at Alex's suggestion of doing something fun.

"I think that'd be a great idea!"

[~Atlas~]

♬Ryder West♬ ||
||Age~ Twenty one ||
|| Position~ Drummer ||
||tagged~ Mason, Marceline, Luke, #Hex ||
||Feeling~ Stunned, nervous
||Location~ Bus ||
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Everyone in the bus turned to their electronic devices, checking the new phenomenon for themselves. A grimace crossed Mason's face, either from all of the notifications he was bound to be getting or the sheer reality of it. This tour was going to be tough enough, but with the addition of shipping names? God, they were people, not some characters in a T.V. show that were to be shipped. With a sigh, though, he shrugged. There was nothing to be done, and if Hollister and Alex couldn't handle it, that was their problem. Without a word, Mason rose up and left the room, heading in the direction of the sleeping quarters. Ryder was about to rise and follow him, but the voice of Marcy made him think otherwise. She gave her opinion on the subject, neither in favor or in anger of their relationship. "Yeah, I agree. I love the fans and all, but I just don't see how they should have any influence. Relationships are a private thing," he said, suddenly realizing how hypocritical his statement was. He said relationships were private, but here he was talking about #Hex. With the shake of his head, he knew he had to change the subject.

Ryder finally decided not to follow Mason. He probably needed to be alone, plus it would be rude of him to ditch Marceline and Luke. It grew quiet, with each person just staring at the flying landscapes, cars, and trees around them. Ryder studied each person, his eyes noticing Marceline's peacock tattoo on her arm. She made the statement of getting to know each other, leaving Ryder feeling partially guilty. He knew he hadn't been the most welcoming, simply because he hated change. If they were going to be a fully functioning unit, they'd have to know each other better. "Yeah, we probably should," Ryder chuckled, turning back to face her. "Let's start with you," he began, his mind drawing a blank. However, his eyes caught her tattoo once again, so he started,"Well, what about that tattoo. When did you get it and why?"

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name marceline
gender female
age twenty
mood neutral
parnter n/a
tags ryder, mason, luke
ooc

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Marceline bit her lip slightly at the mention of them starting. And more so, when it was directed to her tattoo. Now that was an awful night. Drunk and drifting, kissing strangers, and saying things that even her mother would slap her for. "...Uhm." She started awkwardly, inhaling as her gaze swept to the floor. "I was drunk. Cliché, I know. Doing some...odd things, and, after a while we started talking about how "great" parties, being drunk, and just having fun was. Someone suggested to get tattoos, and I, among others agreed. After getting there, I was selecting, and then...the peacock's design really interested me," Pausing to add: "Then again I was drunk and didn't know my eyes from my nose. Someone told me it was immorality the peacock stood for, and like my conversation about staying young and reckless...yeah. Don't remember much after that." Rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly, she shuffled back in the couch. She wasn't exactly the same...a little less reckless, but it was still there. She had to be ashamed of her story, because it was pretty discriminative for Marcy to do that to her young-self. Casting her gaze out at Ryder, she suggested: "What about you? Anything you'd like to...share? Because I'm not the only one sharing things." Flashing him a grin--she patiently waited.

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name george-tucker "gt"
gender male
age twenty
mood neutral
parnter n/a
tags n/a
ooc

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GT gave a small shrug, but let them continue on with their shenanigans. He'd rather listen to music and sleep. Reaching out and snatching up the black phone, his spotty reflection mirrored back to him from the black, cracked screen. Swiping it open, he scrolled through all of the necessary apps. Finding his music account, he clicked, scrolling through all of the possibilities. Nothing too harsh--Proud Mary, Creedence Clearwater Revival. He was a big old American rock fan, and that's what he listened to most of the time, except for the odd pop or rock. Anything that fit.
Kicking his feet up at the nearest coffee table, GT leaned back.

[~Atlas~]

♬Ryder West♬ ||
||Age~ Twenty one ||
|| Position~ Drummer ||
||tagged~ Mason, Marceline, Luke, #Hex ||
||Feeling~ Stunned, nervous
||Location~ Bus ||
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Mason came back into the main area, which relieved Ryder a bit. he knew his best friend was nervous and he was pretty much helpless to calm him down. Mason had the scent of peppermint oil hanging about him, and Ryder knew Mason well enough that he used it for headaches. Hopefully the headaches would clear up soon, or whatever else was bothering him. Ryder hated seeing his friend so shaken and emotionally dead. Although Ryder struggled with similar emotions, they were nothing like Mason's. Overall, Ryder had feelings of regret, some sadness, and a bit of anxiety. However, he knew how to keep his emotions under lock and key; it was how he survived. Mason tuned out with music for a while, signifying that he didn't want to be bothered. So, Ryder was left to keep the conversation up.

As Marceline delved into her story, Ryder felt his attention focussed onto her. His body leaned forward, his elbow resting on his knees as Marceline explained her wild, drunk night. He felt guilty for asking her such a personal question. Usually, though, these types of tattoo stories usually involved humor or insight, so that was why he'd asked. He ever even stopped to consider that some of them might have been a complete mistake. He nodded in understanding as she finished her story, feeling bad that she was stuck with a design that she might not even want anymore. "Yeah, alcohol can do that to you...," he murmured back unsure of what else to say. He certainly had his share of dumb, drunk stories, but he felt it unnecessary to delve into them. They all had those crazy, wild nights and the dreaded, exhaustion-filled mornings that followed. "It... looks nice though," he offered, still feeling slightly awkward for bringing up the conversation. Ryder swiveled his gaze back over at Mason, who still looked zoned out. he appeared slightly calmer than before, though, which was a comforting thought.

Marceline directed the question back over at Ryder. What did he possibly have to share? Other than being in a famous band, there was nothing much interesting about him. His mind swirled, desperate to come out with something that didn't make him sound lame. However, it fell on only one thing -- his violin. No doubt it was a bit nerdy that he still played, but he knew if he got it off his chest now, he wouldn't have to worry about the rest finding out later. With a deep breath, he quickly admitted,"Drums aren't the only thing I play. I... play violin too," he forced out, his head dropping and an embarrassed, sheepish grin upon his face. "I know, it's stupid, but I started in like fourth grade. At first, my parents just wanted me to play, but as I got older, it was something I just couldn't give up, even though I fell in love with percussion as well. I was in band for middle school and high school, but I still had lessons on the side," he explained, his eyes on the fuzzy carpet of the bus floor. A moment of silence passed, and he added,"I'd really appreciate it if you kept that in between us though. I mean, everyone else will find out eventually, and I know it's not a big deal, but... I dunno, I guess it's just kinda weird for a guy in a rock band to be playing The Five Variants of dives and Lazarus on violin," he admitted with a little chuckle. His eyes gazed back up to Marcy, to see how she'd respond to his secret.

[Richie's Gal Forever]

{ Carolina May Sambora } { No crush } { Female } { Position: Lead guitarist/backup vocalist }

Carolina nodded at Alex's statement about the going insane if he didn't get to explore. She was the same way. She couldn't stay in more room for more than was needed. She loved being out and about. Seeing new things. Even if she'd been in the area a hundred times, she always found something that she hadn't seen the previous times. It was always cool. She also agreed about the gym part. She always liked to keep fit. She was like her uncle Jon. He was always making sure he stayed fit. It kept him in better moods that way. Not that she was in a bad mood if she didn't, but it would make her all the more positive. She shook her head when he asked if there weren't too many crazy fans.

"They're usually pretty calm, cool, and collected and respect you. But there are those who do chase after you and all that stuff."

She smiled a little when Alex joked about Holly drooling on him. She hated sleeping with her younger cousins for exactly that reason. If it came down to it, she'd choose to sleep on the floor. She shook her head at Alex's offer for Holly to use his bunk.

"Or you could use mine. I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep. I usually can't sleep during bus rides. It's weird, but if I try, I end up getting back up anyway."

It was true. When she did nap, she ended up with a migraine and couldn't sleep that night. She didn't want that happening while on tour. She smiled at Alex's suggestion of doing something fun.

"I think that'd be a great idea!"

[Be～Happy<3]

Luke
Luke nodded a little, thinking about what Mason and Ryder had said about performing in front of large crowds. He chuckled a little at Ryder's comment about the cheesiness of his last statement. He just shrugged, "Ah, cheesy or not, it's nice to know that. It definitely helps, thanks." A small smile formed on his lips at the thought - he could definitely imagine how it would feel, being onstage, feeling the rush of adrenaline, performing to so many people - it seemed scary, yes, but also pretty amazing to experience something like that. Their words actually made him even more eager to get on the stage and start performing. It was a bit relieving to hear them say that the worst would probably be over by the time one stepped out onstage, seeing that the anxiety seemed to subside as the concert would begin. He was about to add on to his statement, but seeing that Ryder and Mason started to look a bit uneasy as the bus began to role - and that they had started discussing other things - he decided to leave it at that. He couldn't help but wonder if the two were alright, given their reactions to the bus that was now driving away from where they had just come from.
He stayed silent as the others discussed #Hex, as well as starting to get to know each other. He folded his arms over his chest, holding the neck of his bottled water between his fingers, and bit his lip. A slightly amused smirk appeared on his face as Marceline told an interesting story about how she ended up with her tattoo. His eyes wandered down to his feet for a moment, not quite sure how to jump into the conversation. Oh, well - he figured he didn't have to jump into the conversation right away, and wouldn't worry about getting a chance to. He was more of a listener, usually, anyway, so it wasn't like he was uncomfortable with not speaking most of the time.

[sicksadworld.]

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N o v a k

| 27 years of age | crush;; open | male | Position;; Pyrotechnician | tags;; Isabella |

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There was a small shake of his head. "Nah, I won't be that cruel. Heck, maybe later in the tour, I might give Mason a pack of Poptarts if he behaves." The way he spoke, it sounded as if he expected the lead singer to cause some sort of trouble. The suggestion seemed out of place, unfair, when one looked to the lead singer. At the moment, he was wandering about the bus as if he were lost. Hale's features softened and he sighed heavily. "This is going to be a difficult tour. Too many obstacles. If we're all here by the end of this thing, it'll be a miracle."

He produced a pack of Strawberry Poptarts out, as well as Blueberry, from his bunk, and headed for the front lounge/kitchen area, where the toaster was. He placed one of each flavor in, so that they might each get one pastry while the second cooked. "So, Isabella, what might you be looking forward to about this tour? Any places in particular you're excited about? I'm pretty enthused about New York myself. If we can sneak off to San Francisco that'd be great, too. I love big cities."

⍋ I s a b e l l a ⍋
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M e r c h G i r l
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Izzy rolled her eyes with a small chuckle ' not that cruel ' was an understatement, maybe they could treat the bands along with poptarts. As Hale went off and set up the food, Isabella adjusted her seat, bringing her knees up and resting her head on them, hands clasped tightly around her shins as the bus trundled along the winding roads. Momentarily her eyes closed only to open again at the return of Hale, she sighed and lifted her heavy head before pondering over Hales question "Toronto has always interested me as a city, and Las Vegas and New York are probably the most common wanted places to visit, I just want to stop off at a Tim Hortons sometime, i need an oreo donut!" she exclaimed with a slight laugh "Or the coast, I miss the water a hell of alot" she added with a shrug of her shoulders, looking down the bus at the other figures. In her pocket her phone buzzed, she unlocked the screen and quickly text back, it was her mother, she had constantly been texting Izzy since she left home, it was annoyingly cute but she knew her mother doted over her every second of the day.

[Clio.]

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Passing Decade | Drummer | 19 | GF - Hollister | Tags: Open

When Alex opened his eyes he was momentarily confused as to where he was. For some reason he thought that he was back in his mother's apartment, crashing on her couch after spending the evening with her and Caleb. However she didn't have two leather couches facing each other, instead it was an old beat up one that had seen twenty years of use. The tired drummer forced himself to sit up, and as he saw the whole picture, he remembered where he was.
Alex Prentice was on tour. It was now real and not some dream. After all why else would the nineteen year old wake up in an RV?
As for the reason as to why Alex was calling the couch home? He finally convinced Holly the previous night -she stayed over again in the Passing Decade bus- to take his bed instead of the couch, and as a result he had an awful crick in the neck. No doubt that was going to bug him all day long.
Judging by the quietness of the bus, he was either the first one up, or he had overslept. He hoped it was the first case, because no doubt Felix would chew his ear off for not getting up on time as well as not posting too many Hex photos over the week they were traveling. Granted Holly, Carolina, and himself had fun the last few days filming videos about them showing off the tour bus, having a jam session, and just plain old goofing around, but they didn't really address the 'relationship.' At least it wasn't as awkward that way for them. Now if only their manager could see the same way.
Carefully getting up, so he wouldn't wake the others, Alex got up from the couch and went over to the back lounge where he had temporarily stored his duffel bags while Holly took up the only storage place he truly had for them. (He was a packrat, and didn't want other people taking his clothes as well.) He randomly grabbed an outfit out of them since he was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, and changed in the bathroom. He then took care of taking care of his other grooming necessities before leaving the bathroom and heading out to go find breakfast because this kid was starving.
The air felt different to Alex as he stepped out of the tour bus, it was cooler, more crisp. The East coast air was different than what he had been breathing all his life. After all the Californian born and raised star had only been out of the Golden State a half dozen times. The air alone made Alex want to move here someday. Who knows maybe he'll have enough money when all of this was done to send not only Caleb to college, but keep apartments both here and his hometown.
However he was probably going to say that about every stop they make on the tour. No doubt it'll never happen. He'd miss his family too much. Well almost all of his family, he bitterly thought as he felt his phone go off in his pocket once again. His stupid father had not stopped bugging him yet, and Alex had had enough. Whipping the phone out of his pocket, he swiped the accept button on the phone and yelled angrily at the man who called himself Alex's father.
"Would you stop calling me!" He shouted into the phone. Alex didn't care if people stared at him yelling into his cell phone in the middle of a parking lot for tour buses. The endless calls were driving him insane and he needed to end them. He paused for a second as the old man's voice came over the phone in an almost whining tone.
"But Alex I'm your father, I'm supposed to check in on you."
"Oh really? If you're supposed to check in on me where the hell were you the last sixteen damn years!" The musician countered with his eyes seeing red. He took a deep before continuing, "The only check you want to see is the one you think I'll send you just because I finally made a name for myself. Well guess what, you're wrong. You are never going to see a single penny of what I earn, and you only have yourself to blame. After all I'm not your kid anymore am I?" Alex's voice had calmed down considerably by the last line, where he referenced the exact words he heard his father say on that night when he left Alex and his mother.
He remembered it clearly, his parents were arguing and he was curled up in a ball under his bed. He hated it when they fought. He absolutely hated it. It was loud, oh so incredibly loud to the three year old's ears. Which is how he remembered his father's last words to apparently what was his mother trying to convince him to stay. "He's not my kid anymore."
The memory alone was enough to send Alex teetering over the edge again. Forcing his voice to stay calm, Alex said into the phone, "Don't call me again" He then hit the hang up button and no longer being able to keep the anger that had formed inside of him in check, he threw the phone as far as he could towards a fence that was sent up around the parking lot. Where it hit with a sickening thud, before falling onto the pavement.
No doubt it cracked and managled now, but at least he had finally told that man off for being such a jerk. He hated Liam Prentice, he absolutely hated him.

[Richie's Gal Forever]

{ Carolina May Sambora } { No crush } { Female } { Position: Lead guitarist/backup vocalist }

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Groaning a little at the sound, she threw her arms over her eyes. She hated when she stayed up late when she woke up in the morning. It always gave her a headache, but this time, she didn't seem to have one. Sitting up, she quickly ran her fingers through her blonde curls. Her bright blue eyes darted across the bunk, realizing that she was on a tour bus. Her dad's band's? No. She quickly remembered that it was her band and another band that was on tour. That made a smile form on her face. She grabbed her phone, realizing that it was what had woken her up.

Hope you made it to Connecticut safely. Your mom and I's plane just touched down in Los Angeles. Home sweet home. Have fun. Smiling, Carolina rolled her eyes. Her dad had been all over the world lately with her mom, doing their own things away from their bands. That's how it was lately. He had left the band to do his own thing. She hated seeing the lies the tabloids came up with, saying he and Jon had a fight over money. She knew that wasn't true. He just wanted some time away from the band. That's all. She still had a lot of contact with her "uncles" though. In fact, they had texted her the night before wishing her and her band luck. Her mom's band was different, however. It wasn't the same lineup it had been originally. The guitarist was no longer her "Aunt" Jan. No. Jan had passed away back in 2013. She had never seen her "Uncle" David so upset. Her mom's band was on a hiatus. They were all taking a break. Yeah. We made it safely. Just got here. I actually realize how much I miss the east coast. 2.5 miles from home. HOME home. We perform in Camden on the 27th. An hour and 13 minutes from Woodbridge using the turnpike you guys always joked about.

She went into the bathroom, taking a small bag with her that kept her hairbrush, toothpaste, and toothbrush in it and a few small other things. She quickly ran the brush through her golden mane, wincing every time it got caught in a curl.

"The curse of having curly hair."

She muttered to herself as she threw everything back into the bag. She had also changed into a fringed Beatles t-shirt, jeans, and Chuck Taylors. She threw her clothes from the day before into a separate bag for dirty laundry. She exited the bathroom, grabbing her cross necklace and her dad's hat and throwing them on as she hopped down the steps of the tour bus, landing on the Connecticut grounds. She was closer to her birth town than she had been in years. They had moved out to Los Angeles from Woodbridge, New Jersey when she was a baby. Strangely enough, she missed the east coast.