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Post by *MERCEDES NOELLE ROUSSEAU! on Jan 12, 2010 12:32:00 GMT -5
 Mercedes and her band had been assigned an early show that particular day. It was a good thing that Mercedes hadn't had too much to drink the night before. Sure, she could deal with hangovers if she had to, but they defiantly weren't her cup of tea. Luckily, she didn't have to deal with that today, and though waking up had been a pain in the ass, once she had gotten on stage, it didn't even matter anymore. Even with it being before noon, there were still tons of fans at the stage, ready to watch them preform. It seemed like the energy her fans produced rubbed off on her because by the end of their set, she was completely awake. Mercedes wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to thank her fans enough. Her whole current life was thanks to them, and sometimes, she didn't feel like she proved how much they meant to her enough. That was one of the reasons why she always headed to her merch table after a set. She loved being able to kick back and talk to some of her fans for a while. Mercedes knew that some band members didn't even take the time to take pictures or anything with their fans, and honestly, it annoyed the shit out of her. She hoped that she never became one of those people. Half the fun of her job was meeting the people that really made it all possible for them and getting to know them. Mercedes could spend hours talking to her fans, and generally, she did.
Today was no exception to that either. After she finished up her set and helped lug the equipment back to the bus, she did a quick change of clothes so she wouldn't smell and headed over to where their merch table was set up. She gave a quick wave to their merch worker before she started the many hours of getting to know her fans. To her, it was sort of interesting the way some of them acted around her. Some spent hours, sitting around, talking about random things while others stopped by for a quick 'hi' and a picture before going on their own merry way. Then again, some would say Mercedes acted different around her fans, also, though she didn't think so. Mainly, people considered Mercedes a bitch. It had something to do with how she had no issues telling the truth and wasn't a big fan with feeding around the bush. If she thought someone was annoying, that was what she thought, and she wouldn't try to twist up words to make it sound any different than what she thought. She usually got into a decent amount of problems with it, but she could handle herself, so it worked out for her in the end. Besides, to her, people took things way too offensively. With her fans, though, she never really found many of them to be annoying or anything. Even if they had the same exact personality as someone she despised, she still found nothing wrong with them. It might be from the fact that they had done so much for her, that there was no way possible for her to have anything against them. That, plus the fact of them even liking the band. There were always those girls that only liked bands for the hot member in them, but for the most part, they're people who can just relate to the music. Mercedes loved that. Music could bring polar opposites together, just by a different level they reached by relating to a song.
Maybe that was why she always got so side tracked while hanging out with friends. This particular day was no different. Mercedes hadn't even thought to look at a watch until she noticed how loud her stomach was growling. Pulling out her cell phone and looking at it, she realized that she had been at the merch table for, at the very least, three hours. Slowly, she started excusing herself to leave, thanking the few fans that were still mingling around her table. After getting side tracked by a couple more conversations, she finally ended up escaping from the table. Already, she had a destination; the catering tent. Sure, there was food on the bus, but the majority of it was leftovers or random snacks. Honestly, Mercedes was extremely hungry, and something cooked sounded really good to her. She wasn't too far from the tent, and surprisingly, no one stopped her on the way there. She wasn't complaining or anything. Once she was finally there, she grabbed a plate, and got served some chicken with a side of vegetarian rice. Seeing as a lot of the bands had members that were vegetarian, they always had to have something without meat. Looking around, she tried to find a place to sit, but wasn't exactly sure where. There weren't many faces there that she was recognizing, and the majority of faces that were there were glaring at her. She wasn't sure if it was because she said something in the past that offended them, or if it was because she was eating meat. Either way, she could really care less. If people had that much of an issue of her telling the honest truth, she figured they needed to get over themselves. At least she had the guts to do it instead of their so called friends that probably lied their asses of to them. Oh well, they weren't that important to her anyways. Luckily, there were a few empty tables around, so she took a seat at one of them. Some people hated the fact of sitting alone, but she didn't mind it at all. She knew that she had friends, and didn't care if people thought she was a loner or whatever else ran through their minds. Mercedes enjoyed the peace, but if someone wanted to come up and sit next to her, she wouldn't have any complaints. Of course, not many people did that. Most people just heard she was a bitch and tried to avoid her. Sure, she was somewhat of a bitch, but it was only because she was truthful. Some would suggest to tone it down on how strong she came off, but Mercedes had no intention on doing so. If people couldn't handle her for who she was, than she didn't want them in her lifes anyway. Which was why Mercedes made no move to join the girls who had been glaring at her. Instead, she enjoyed her own company as she sat at her table, slowly starting to eat the food she had gotten.
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Post by *MASON LILY PERRY! on Jan 17, 2010 13:54:31 GMT -5
 
"Mom, I'm fine. No, mom. Yes, mom. Mom...I'm fine I can reassure you that I haven't done anything bad yet. Yeah mom I have Rilo. I'm twenty years old, I'm pretty sure that even though I'm half blind I can still see clearly out of one eye and I'm not completely useless. You know? Yeah, right. Maybe if it wasn't my jackass of a brother who did it I would be what you wanted." With that, Mason Perry closed the phone and ran a hand through her brown hair. Sitting up slightly in her bunk, she pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them. She stared of into space for a moment before realizing everything was dark on one side of her vision. She was hoping she'd wake up and it'd be gone. So much for wishful thinking and hoping it might happen. Who was she kidding? She knew it wouldn't. Doctors told her when she went to go checked out that she missed her chance of fixing it when she originally first got hit, which was....eleven years ago. Damn, it's been long. "Rilo" She called as she opened the bunks curtain and looked outside to see her seeing eye dog sitting on the side of her bed. Rilo...Really wasn't a seeing eye dog. He was trained to be but Mason kept him because her mother wanted her to. So, she just grew use to the animal. Patting his head, she swung her legs over the side and yawn loudly. She hated early mornings. She couldn't stand them. Actually, she just hated waking up in it's entirety. Shivering from the cool air that touched her skin she made her way over to her bag and tied her hair up into a sloppy pony tail.Mason hovered over her bag as she pulled out a brightly colored dress that she had gotten on another tour. She slipped off the clothes she slept in and pulled on dress. After smoothing out some of the wrinkles she found a scarf and wrapped it around her neck. This was going to be a long day. She debated bring a coat but decided against it. Slipping on her yellow flats she padded into the bathroom, taking her hair out of her pony tail and running a hand through the dark mess as she anticipated the kinda of bad hair day she was going to have if she didn't straighten it. Which she really never did because her hair was naturally straight. She kept running a hand through her brown hair to calm the knots and untangle the little tangles before she attacked it with her brush. She hated it when it was like this. She couldn't stand it. Mason wished she didn't move that much in her sleep. Maybe she could of avoided this hair disaster. That would be such a good thing actually. Ugh, if wishes actually came true. Who the fuck knew though. She was probably going to be stuck with untamed hair in the morning for the rest of her life. It just hit her now that she was thinking about her hair. Wow, she needed to get a new hobby or something.
She stood at the mirror, staring at her reflection as she ran a hand through her hair and kept doing it till the knots were finally small enough for Mason to run a brush through it and not give a care about the slight pricking pain from unknotting knots. She picked up the small paddle brush and ran in through her hair a few times before it hung sorta straight over her shoulders. Taking out her tiny make up bag and digging through it. She wore very little make up actually. A small amount of cover up and eyeliner was all she wanted. She wore a bit of chap-stick too but that was it. Leaning forward she took her small sponge and rubbed it in the pale concealer then started dabbing it on her face. She washed out the tiny sponge thing and tucked it back inside it's bag before squeezing out all the water. Next was the powder which she swirled her brush around before applying it all over her face. She tapped out the brush and put it back. Next was the eyeliner which she applied in extremely thin lines on her upper lid and bottom one. The lines were so faint you could barely see them, that's how Mason wore her eyeliner though, she loved it that way. The way that someone could barely see it. Sometimes she felt like she was barely wearing it herself and forget to take it off at night. Scratching the back of her head she packed all her things back up and put it back where it was before leaving the bathroom and running a hand through her hair and grabbing her tote bag off of her bunk and her phone and wallet. Where she was going? She had no idea.
Her stomach growled though and that gave her sort of a faint idea on where to go. Grabbing the leash or harness for Rilo she called him over and clipped it on, grabbing onto the bar and opening the bus door, slipping out quietly. She felt fingers brush against her arm as she turned and saw ---Xander standing there with a wet towel on hid forehead. "Can you get me some coffee Masy baby?
[/i]" She nodded her head and started off into the direction where the catering tent was. She was so hungry it wasn't even funny. She wondered if that was a bad thing. She ate enough right? Yeah, she did. Walking into the tent she walked over to the food and grabbed a bagel with cream cheese and two cups of coffee. Running her dark hair she looked around and spotted Mercedes. Wandering over she sat down across from her. " Hey, you're up early She said as she reached down and petted Rilo. There was a odd relationship between the two girls. Most people didn't think they were friends but they were. Which was probably why they were getting weird stares or something of the sorts. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by *MERCEDES NOELLE ROUSSEAU! on Jan 29, 2010 22:18:58 GMT -5
There were two things that you could almost always guarantee with Mercedes. The first thing is that she always tells the truth. Always. Mercedes didn't care how rude or unsenstive she could be; she always made sure to speak the way she was thinking. If people had an issue with it, then she necessarily didn't want to deal with them anyways. If they couldn't accept the true, how could she expect them to tell the truth back? Her biggest pet peeve was people straight out lying to her. Was it really that important to make up stupid storied to "protect" someone from something or whatever there reason was for lying? She didn't think so, but then again, it isn't like she can get into their minds.
The other thing you could always guarantee with Mercedes was her constant partying habits. It was true that she partied a little too much for her own good, but she couldn't help it. She enjoyed it all; the alcohol, the smoke, the occasional feel of the drugs, but most of all, the sex. She knew that her content partying habits may not always work the best for the band, but that really didn't stop her. She just wanted to enjoy her life. Besides, it wasn't like she was always out partying while the rest of her bus stayed back and did nothing illegal. No, that was defiantly not the case. Maddox was probably as bad at her when it came down to things like that, and everyone elses didn't follow far behind. Music and partying; the two things that her and her bandmates did best. Mercedes had to admit, she probably wouldn't trade her current life for anything else in the world. Of course, her constant partying generally caught up to her in the morning, which was probably why some of the members of this tour would be surprised to see her. She was pretty surprised to be up this early herself. It didn't bother her that much, though. After all, she'd find a way to make it up that night.
Mercedes continued to slowly eat her food, her mind wandering a little. It wasn't until a familiar voice broke through her thoughts that she realized that Mason had arrived at her table. Well, maybe she wouldn't be eating alone after all. "I know. It's a miracle, isn't it?"
[/b] she said with a small smirk playing at her lips. It was true, though. Mercedes being up this early was probably a surprise for most people. Generally, she'd still be sleeping the day away in hopes for whatever hangover she had to disperse. Today was one of the few times where she had planned ahead, and she was thankful for it. Another thing she could say she was pretty thankful for at that moment was some of the weird looks the two girls were getting. It wasn't that she exactly wanted a bunch of attention, but she found it amusing to see some of the looks, seeing as people were obviously confused on why the two were sitting with each other. Mercedes and Mason had a rather....weird, relationship. The two were friends, alright. They cared for each other, and were there when the other needed them to be there, but they argued...a lot. It was one of those things where they had different views on things, and had no issues censoring how they felt about them. Actually, as she really thought about it, more than half the times the two had hung out before, it ended up with them arguing about one thing or another. Part of her wondered how the two didn't really hate each other, but in a way, they both knew that it was because they had a slight enjoyment of their arguing. Though Mercedes knew that she would always tell anyone the truth, no matter what, she also knew that with Mason, she didn't have to worry about their friendship ending because of an argument about something stupid. It was the fun of arguing without the drama, which worked beautifully for Mercedes. There was only one topic she tried to stray away from, and that was the reason why Mason always had her dog with her. When Mercedes had first seen Mason with her dog, she had questioned it, sort of curious on why someone would bring a pet with them on tour instead of just leaving it with a sitter or family. The response she had gotten from her had sort of made Mercedes back off. Obviously, it was her own personal business, and Mercedes didn't exactly want to dig into that. After all, there could be thousands of reasons why she would need a dog, and whatever it was was probably just a part of Masons personal life. Even with the arguing, Mercedes still enjoyed Masons company. Looking over at her friend, she saw the cute little outfit she had put together, though that was no surprise to Mercedes. Something about the girls style intrigued her, and she was always curious on to where she got her clothes, but never really got to asking her about it. Like always, she got distracted before getting to compliment on her style, noticing that Mason had two coffee's along with her bagel. "A little thirsty today?" she asked, her eyebrows raised some. Mercedes never really saw coffee as a beverage to quench someones thirst. To her, it was just something to use as a quick energy boost. Looking at Mason, it really didn't seem like the girl was exhausted enough to where she would need to drink some extra caffeine to get her going. Was she planning on having someone else join her? Mercedes used her fork to play around with her food some as she talked to her friend, not wanting to get caught with a mouth full of food. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] ooc - sorry this took so long, : /
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