- - - SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND

[FOX MERCURY DAMIAN-DE LUCA]

YOU SEE MY PROBLEM IS THIS, I’M
dreaming away wishing that heroes they truly exist

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• • • • • • • • • • • DECLAN PIERCE ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

Fox was not your typical twenty-one year old. He wasn’t even your typical guy. The tour bus was, for once in a blue moon, vacant of everyone but him. He wasn’t sure where everyone was, but he wasn’t overly concerned. It didn’t even occur to him that perhaps there had been an interview or something of the sort that he had missed out on. Either way, Fox was left with the bus to himself so he only had one thing in mind. No, it wasn’t porn or some DYI lovin’. It wasn’t even weed. Fox was going to clean. Dirty laundry was put in hampers to be washed next chance they got, since there was no machine on the tour bus, and clean clothes were put away where they were supposed to be. He collected any official documents, which included scribbles of potential songs and set lists for their shows and the like, and put them away with the fan mail. Instruments and related objects went back into the trailer where they belonged, anything food related was thrown out and he even cleaned out their fridge of anything that was bad or expired. All of that cleaning has made Fox famished, but what else was new? The boy’s stomach was a bottomless pit that consumed anything that went within ten feet of his mouth.

But a shower was needed first. There was no better way to end tidying up the bus than tidying him himself. His shower was steaming hot and made his skin turn a nice shade of sunburnt pink, hair sticking to his head and forcing him to go temporarily blind. With his bits washed to a squeaky clean level he changed his clothes, pulling on clean boxers, Spiderman of course, and jeans. This was followed by the first tee shirt he found, which was black and had little fox ears on it. His piano key belt was threaded though and he had his indoor shows on. To complete his ensemble he threw on his fox hoodie, but this wasn’t just any fox hoodie. This hoodie was orange with brown sleeves and fox ears on the hood, so of course the boy put the hood up. It had been purchased with a tail on it but he had taken that off, though it was with his suitcase of belongings in case he was feeling exceptionally foxy. His ipod was put back in and playing his jams, leaving Fox ready to cook himself some food to fill his tummy with.

Growing up whenever Ash was out of his house Fox had two options for food. He could starve or he could teach himself how to cook something. Because Sebastiano didn’t know how to cook Fox had been taught how to prepare his own meals at a young age. Not as young as Matilda was, but still pretty little. At this age Fox was managing to keep his band mates pretty well fed. He wasn’t a big fan of take out and fast food unless he was too high to be able to cook for himself, so naturally he had no qualms with making enough for the band to eat. It was far better than living off of Mr. Noodles and Mac and Cheese and he liked to think that they preferred his amazing home cooking over fast food. So there he was, all six feet and four inches of him making breaded chicken and rice and vegetables and making sure that there would be enough to go around. As he was taking a moment to sit back and lean against the counter he took a jug of milk and downed a good quarter of it in one gulp. This kid fucking loved his milk and bought his own so that he wasn’t stealing it from the rest of the bus. He had also been snacking on twinkies the entire time he cooked.

By the time someone was coming back onto the bus he had the jug of milk in his left hand while the right one was over his head. “I think I did it again,”

[/color] he started to sing. “I made you believe we’re more than just friends. Oh baby, it might seem like a crush but it doesn’t mean that I’m cause. ‘Cause to lose all my senses that is just so typically mean. Oh baby, baby. Oops! I did it again! I played with your heart!”[/color] Absolutely no shame, just booty shaking and hip wiggling. “Got lost in the game! Oh baby, baby! Ooops! You think I’m in love!”[/color] He spun around and saw Declan, pausing mid chorus and nearly dropping the jug of milk. Now, there were about a hundred ways for Fox to react to this. Any normal guy would be humiliated. Not Fox. Instead he just took another long gulp of his milk. “I’m not. That. Innocent,”[/color] came his words, spoken rather than sang and extra emphasized as he waggled his brows under his sandy blonde hair. [/justify] [/blockquote]words: 800 something
outfit: clicky!
lyrics: britney spears, oops i did it again
notes: fox has class xD [/size][/blockquote]

[DECLAN ISAAC PIERCE]

WE'LL BRAVE THIS STORM

The sound waves of his strong vocal chords would enter the microphone and immediately be broadcasted through several speakers, speakers that were amplified to such a volume that the entire venue could hear his every uttered word. It was a feeling he had gotten used to over the two years they had been touring already, one that took a lot to grow accustomed to after playing to audiences of sometimes no-one other than his parents and supporting close friends. As a boy, he wasn’t necessarily a shy type, in fact he considered himself someone who was born to perform. But the actuality of being on stage, hundreds of fans screaming for them was a lot harder to get used to than anticipated, but regardless, he appreciated every moment of it. Every time they went on stage, something would go wrong somehow, but that was the fun of it. How could you learn with no mistake? Declan was living the dream, and in his eyes, every new tour was like a new adventure through a fortress of unknown mysterious like things. He would give his all into the performances, stay as long as he possibly could after the show, and then either hang out or crash afterwards, depending on how late the show was and just how hard they rocked out. Some of the shows could get pretty crazy, between crowd surfing, mosh pits, and just overall insanity. He loved it, all of it.

It was the beginning of the tour still, so the band of five hadn’t played many venues yet, only about one week’s worth, tops. There were numerous interviews and signings that they had participated in though, and those were just as fun in their own way. The night before now was spent catching up on a show that he had been watching on fox for a year or so now, it was called Glee, and he watched about four hours’ worth of it. Declan hadn’t been in the mood to go out and party after a pretty insane concert, in fact, he barely felt up to cleaning himself up. He did, but it was pretty half-assed. The shower did the job regardless, though, and he knew he’d be taking another one sometime before the next evening ended. After that the twenty year old boy, or young man, went to sleep and stayed within his slumber for the entire night, and into the next day. He was a silent sleeper and anyone would’ve made the mistake of not knowing he was on the bus due to his privacy curtain being closed. His eyes felt glued shut for the first five minutes of awakening, and he hardly got them open before staggering over to the bathroom in as much silence as he could pull off.

The morning – or afternoon, Declan didn’t care to look at the time before coming in the bathroom—routine stayed the same every day, because if it didn’t, he’d have to re-do it until he got it right. Declan was cursed with a condition that made his life much more difficult than it had to be, and he hated it to no end. Routines, obsessive cleaning, and basically every symptom of OCD you could think of was never-ending. He went to therapy when he was younger, but it didn’t help much, nor did it help the depression that was the least obvious thing about him. Very few people were aware of the depression at all, in fact, he was sure it was only select members of the band, their manager, and his siblings. His sister, Bambi was on tour with him and would continuously make sure his anti-depressants were taken, much to his own displeasure. He didn’t necessarily like being depressed, he wanted to be better, but he just did not like having to take the medicine. In the bathroom was a cup of water, a folded paper towel, and a pill on top of the folded paper towel. He figured Bambi left it for him and took it after washing his face and brushing his teeth and then he exited the bathroom.

Declan was quiet as he approached the kitchen and a grin crept onto his face, spreading massively as a couple of chuckles escaped his thin, full lips. Fox was the only other person on the bus right now, a common occurrence on the Coddle the Infection bus. He wiggled his jean covered hips and moved into a pose, “Oh, I knoooow, girl.” He flopped his hand and moved closer to him “Whatcha doin, foxy lady?”