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Post by CHRISTINE ERIN VIXX on Apr 9, 2011 20:22:27 GMT -5
 The tour had only just begun and Christine was already having more than a blast. She always made sure she was having a good time though, why not, right? You had to make the best out of everything. She loved her band and anything she did with them, the crew was just as amazing. Her favorite part of being in a band was touring, every new venue and location brought something new. Hell, every tour brought new friends in their lives. Touring with different bands was just awesome, it was like you were traveling with strangers around the world, and they just become your friends thanks to partying and similar interests and lifestyles. Christine loved her life. And this tour was already starting pretty great. She had gotten a lot of awesome gifts from fans and some even tried to convince her to record for covers. Just days before, she got bored and recorded her singing ‘Jumper’ by Third Eye Blind, one of her favorite songs ever. She got a lot of positive feedback, which definitely made her blush times a million. She was a drummer, she wasn’t a singer, but people told her she had a great voice.
Christine was bored and it had been an off day for the tour, the bands were just hanging out parked before the following day in which they all would perform. Christine had spent the day out with her younger brother, Rian and his best friend, Emery. Those kids together was just a mess, but an amusing one. They were walking around, shopping and doing random shit. It was fun while it lasted, but when they got back to the bus, she parted ways with them heading to the RESISTENCE IS USELESS bus. She had a 12 pack of beer in her hand, one that she carried with ease and had just picked up from the store on the way there. Rian was disappointed the beer wasn’t for him, but he got over it quickly. Duncan had invited her over earlier, the two had been spending quite a bit of time together. He was definitely one of her favorite people on the tour so far, sure, they sort of met through jayden, but this time around she had finally gotten to know him herself. She thought he was pretty awesome, he talked shit, smoked weed, drank alcohol like it was water, his guilty pleasures were Glee and Jersey Shore, and he was easy on the eyes.
She got to their bus and walked right on in, the door was already unlocked, as usual. She didn’t know if David was going to be there or not, which is why she got a 12 pack even though she knew the two could drink it all themselves. When she walked in she saw Duncan on the couch and placed the beer beside him. “I brought the drinks, now pack a fucking bowl,” she demanded flopping beside him on the couch comfortably. ”sup dude?”, she asked casually kicking her shoes off and revealing her mismatched colorful socks. ”Oh! Shit, I almost forgot…check this out…”, she dug into her pocket and pulled out a keychain that looked like a mini license plate, ”I saw this and thought of you”,. She threw it on his lap, the license plate said ‘I LOVE BOOBIES’, she chuckled.
WORDS: five-five-seven
TAGGED: D U N C A N
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Post by DUNCAN EVERETT CHAMBERS on May 1, 2011 1:35:10 GMT -5
 you make me someone else, christine
Being alone in the Resistance is Useless bus was hardly ever a reality for Duncan, the band was often around here chilling out or had a couple of people over to party. Today they all had their different distractions and he was left alone on the bus, but not for long. He had spoken to Christine, a girl he was quite fond of in many ways, earlier and they arranged a hang-out day sort of deal. It was normal for them to get together every other week or so because they were relatively good friends that had met several times on previous tours. He wasn’t very fond of her band members but he was used to them anyways, and he knew Jayden a little bit more than well. He was an old fuck buddy, and sometimes they still got together, but it was less often now. He didn’t know why, it just didn’t happen, and he wasn’t too hung up on it either. Duncan flew solo. He didn’t like getting attached to one boy or girl – of course depending on what his dick felt like doing. It only leads up to trouble and he learned it the hard way when he was young teen. He knew eventually he’d need to slow down in his sex life and settle for one girl or boy, again depending, but he didn’t want to even think about that yet. What a nightmare…
Christine was a girl that troubled him sometimes, but whenever she lingered in his mind, he’d stare off, shake his head, and take a shot to forget about her. It wasn’t necessarily the best solution but that was Duncan’s solution for everything. He was always caught into some kind of mess one way or another, whether it is drama or drug dealing drama with people not paying money on time and taking it anyway. He stood in front of a long mirror that was pinned on a door, his shirt off into oblivion and a pair of black jeans clung tightly to his legs and around his hips. He had no belt on and his blue and white checkered boxers showed very slightly, his tattoo’s all in plain sight. He was completely covered in the body art and was he proud. Duncan raised his arms and checked his muscles out, grimacing at the decreasing size. He was lankier than he used to be, and that was a weird thing to think. He was l shrinking, instead of getting bigger, when he had already been a lanky son of a bitch.
No matter how many times he shifted his thoughts from the cute, tomboy girl he’d always return to them. Sometimes he let out frustrated noises and hit things, telling people who saw some story about how David stole the last cheeseburger from the McDonalds bag. Today he just shrugged it off and told himself the truth, which he only wanted to win the bet he and David made. Who could get into her pants first? He thought that was the truth, anyways. It was like a manly competition. They both knew they’d have to be really good to do that, because they both had tried numerous times but nothing ever happened. With the knowledge of Christine arriving soon he slid with his socks on the hard, slippery bus floor into the bathroom area. He sprayed some of his own cologne on, slipped his shirt on, and brushed his teeth and hair briefly before exiting once again. He slid right back to where he was, but passed it and dived as smoothly as he could onto the couch.
He landed on his side, laid out with his body all across the soft and somewhat furry, red maroon couch. His legs lowered slowly and his body moved into a slouched, but still upright position when Christine walked in the door with beer in her hand. It was natural for him to nod at her in a greeting and grin at her, laughing at her greeting. “Demanding bitch,” He said in response, no thought being put into it. He did as told and packed a bowl for both of them, handing hers to her, and starting his up. He popped the bottle up while he had it between his lips, and then drank some after he blew out. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled lightly, putting his drink down and picking the keychain out of his lap. He held it up and looked at it “Perfect, for my collection. Of relevant small, awesome little items.” He said and tossed it onto his bed, his accent was thick as ever. He looked over at her and smiled “So what did you do today, sexy pants?” He asked, figuring she wouldn’t find it odd or awkward of him to call her that.
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Post by CHRISTINE ERIN VIXX on May 1, 2011 2:26:58 GMT -5
It was still very early in the tour, but Christine had already gotten herself comfortable with most of the bands. Resistance is Useless being one of the main ones, she often found herself on their bus on several occasions, whether it was with Duncan or David, both dudes were pretty amusing. This wasn’t the first time the two bands had gone on tour together, but this was the first time Christine was actually on their bus almost every other week on her own. She loved those douche bags, they were hilarious to her and she loved that they smoked so much weed, especially Duncan. Hell, he was the drug dealer of the tour, which definitely drew her in even more. Little Christine was a huge pothead and Duncan provided some pretty good shit, hell, he even let her test some new stuff out before purchase, which she highly appreciated. Christine giggled at his greeting words and gave a slight shrug, “It’s how I roll,” she stated simply. She got comfortable quickly and smiled wide when he had packed a bowl up fast. She took the pipe from him and brought it to her lips, pulling a lighter out of her pocket and lighting the green herb as she inhaled smoothly. God, did she adore the taste and smell of marijunana, it was just…perfection to her. An addiction she never really had the chance to kick. She didn’t care though, it was practically an everyday activity for her nowadays.
She giggled at his reply to her gift, “I know, right?, you’re welcome,” she said as she took a second hit off the pipe. She loved Duncan’s pipe too, it wasn’t like any other regular pipes, it actually had twirls and shit in the design. And his bong? Holy shit did she love that shit. Before she could take a third hit, she rose a brow and looked over at him. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and chuckle at his words, “Sexy pants? Really? real smooth”. She wasn’t bothered by those types of things coming out of his mouth really, mostly because she was quite used to them. She knew how Duncan was and knew to ignore those little flirty comments. It was however, refreshing to know, that Duncan had seen her as an actual girl. Most guys just saw her as one of the guys, but in reality, she was a girl. And not that it bothered her entirely, but she did like when she got compliments once in awhile. Sure, she wasn’t sure if Duncan’s compliments were genuine but a girl could dream, right?
She took another hit, a longer one, this time finishing up what was in her bowl. She placed it down on the arm of the couch and looked over at Duncan. She gave a small shrug, “Nothing too exciting… just explored the city with Emery and Rian…my two little crazies,” she giggled a bit. “Now it’s time to relax and party,” she smiled and reached over him to grab herself a beer. Her upper torso brushing past his as she took a hold of one finally. She was pretty comfortable with the guy, so she didn’t mind doing stuff like that so randomly. She grabbed a beer and opened the bottle, “what’d you do?”, she asked casually as she took her first sip of beer. The weed was already taking its toll, slowly slanting her eyes as she stared at the television. She didn’t know what on earth he was watching, but it was starting to trigger her high, so it was pretty trippy."Holy shit, what are you watching?", she asked as she stared, unable to avert her eyes.
WORDS: six hundred-sixteen
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