Realistic or Modern Falling in Love at a Punk Show

[Lacuna]

“We're running on perfectly wasted youth.”

Some people find their forever at that old coffee shop down the street. Maybe they are a


barista and the other is a regular, and eventually things just roll into a relationship. Then


there are others who meet at the grocery store in the middle of the produce aisle when they


both reach for the eggplant. Those sound like perfectly good ways for normal people


to meet.


For the punks of the world, there is only one place for find your forever; at a Punk Rock


concert. Nothing beats being able to look over at a face that captures you so much that it


could pull you away from the real reason that you are there.




“We don't need gravity here in the afterglow.”

Its 9 o’clock and the last band at Warped tour just got off stage. Everyone is hot and sweaty


but still pumped up from the long and well spent day. There is no way in hell going home is


an option. After all, why stop the party so soon?


Eight friends have pulled together to have a small after party at one of their apartments with


a sleepover to top the whole night off. Never know what might happen when surrounded by


young adults with the same music taste as you at a concert, let alone an after party.
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The Van

The Apartment

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1. No god modding or bunnying or whatever you want to call it. No controlling other


peoples characters. That's why you made one for yourself. 2. Romance is fine, but we


don't want to know the details, so fade to black. 3. As Hannah Montana once said,


nobody is perfect. This goes for characters too. No Mary-Sues or Gary-Sues. 4. No auto


accepting, this is my rp. I will be the decider on whether you are accepted or not. 5. This


is a literate rp. Which means that I want at least one paragraph per post and minimal


spelling and grammatical errors. I get that sometimes it's late and slip ups happen. Just


don't make it a habit. 6. The real password for this rp is we don't need gravity in the afterglow.


The one at the bottom is for the suckers who didn't read. 7. Swearing is fine, just don't


use it excessively. I'm a bit of a potty mouth myself so it won't bother me, just be mindful


of others. 8. Stay in character. If your character is quiet don't go flirting with everything


that moves. 9. And speaking of flirting, don't go crazy and fall in love on the first day. This


isn't an arranged marriage. Take your time, because no one falls in love the first day they


meet someone. 10. This is the most important one. Don't sign up if you are just going to


drop out two days later. I want you to stay active!

The password is


"Lightning in a bottle."







◊ Aurora Indigo ◊
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Small beads of sweat formed and fell on the back of Rorrie's neck, and cause loose strands of hair to cling to her skin. Her legs felt like jello and her voice was still lost from the Yellowcard set, but these were the things that put the biggest smile on her face. They were all reminders of one of the greatest days of her life. She had been attending Warped tour since the young age of 13, but none of them quite compared to this year. This was the first year where she couldn't of thought of a better group to go with. All the other years it had always been just her and a few other friend, nothing this big, and this was the first year an after party was involved at her apartment.


Stridding up to the large light blue van she had borrowed from her uncle, she promptly opened up the drivers side door and collapsed into the seat. She was unbelievably beat from the day, but adrenaline from the final performance still coursed through her veins.With the door still open, her head fell lightly to the side and rested on the head rest as her bare legs hung from the side of the seat. Quietly she sat in the seat as her eyes flickered over the faces of her friends who were still finding their way to the van. A smile tugged on the corners of her mouth as she thought about the events from the day.

 

[Antlered punk]

Antlers

Beat up black and red flannel tied around her waist, as her patched up jansport bag, covered in band patches from every show she's ever been to. Starting with the biggest and dirtiest is the descendents patch. Pride and joy for her. Jackie was really picky on who she listened to. They had to be indie and punk, not very well known.


She had some forming bruises on her legs and arms from a brutal mosh pit session with Jay. The metal shows were good too, but hooking up some other anarchists rallying for womens rights, lit her up. Seeing the punk princess tuckered out made her smile. "What, princess tired" she joked digging through the said bag for a peice of double bubble gum. Personal favorite. Jackie swung the side of the van door open and crawled in setting her stuff down for Jay to sit next to her. "I hope this hotel isn't some glitz and glam place or are we campin in the van?"
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[Coedy]

Boeray


Boe’s eyes closed as he took his first real breath of the night. He’d practically been too busy singing, jumping, screaming, shouting, and of course dancing. Now, as calm as Boe could be, his mind was not ready to settle down; like a traveler, it kept wandering, searching for ‘home.’ The sweat from his forehead might have been considered a shower to the rest of his body, heck, there was even enough to water Central Park. (Figuratively speaking, of course). His body yearned for the sweet disposition of the rest of the night and what it had in store for him, and the rest of the ‘crew.’ His eyes scampered from face to face, trying to find the people who he had come with; however he had no such luck at that moment.


Boe, who had been literally walking in circles had failed to remember where the van had been parked. So, in all of his pacing, he decided to sit; contemplating what to do in that moment. His brown bandana was now drenched in sweat, like it was a whole new color. He didn’t even bother to check for pit-stains; he knew they were there. His brown eyes searched and searched, until he finally found the van that he had been looking for, for an on-going several minutes. With a little struggle, Boe got to his feet and began his leisurely stroll to the parked van, which looked occupied by two of his friends already.


With a smile, Boe approached the two girls, “Well, I hope you two aren’t tired already!” he exclaimed, seeing as Rorrie looked like all of the people at Woodstock. He looked to Antlers and nodded his head, “Are you struggling to stand up as well?” he questioned, leaning against the side of the van with a heave of a sigh. He ran his hand through his rats-nest of a head of hair. His smile was permanent, as his mind was allowing himself to calm down, but there was no way he’d be chill by the night. Boe was on his hype, and wasn’t going to stop.
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[Aurokai]

ϟ Hallie Samps ϟ

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Hal still couldn't believe the experience that she just was apart of. It was breath taking, exhilarating, insanely dizzying, yet the most perfect she has ever felt. She could still feel the slight buzz the entire experience gave her, almost drunk, yet totally sober. It was something that she had never done before, but was totally pumped for the next one...


She pushed through the massive crowd, looking for her friends, trying to figure out where she was even supposed to go. Of course they had planned the meeting, but the exiting? With Hal being a wallflower, she couldn't remember details as easily as faces. She walked around, looking for the familiar faces of her friends, spotting them climb into the van.


She realized the two girls immediately, Rorrie and Antlers. Antlers, she thought, what a weird nickname, she had always wanted to know why she wanted to be called that, yet never had the opportunity to get to know her. Pulling her hair to the side of her face, although it was drenched in sweat and knew it would fall back down, she advanced the van, immediately running into Boe.


"Holy sh -," she exclaimed. Seeing right in front of her was not her best talent.

 

[Lutalica]

Tate Walker

Bruises, scrapes, and a whole lot of music was why Tate went to Warped Tour. The guy was butt up against the stage while the rest of the crowd squished him like a pancake. Believe it or not, this was what he anticipated every time, and each experience only got better. Sweat was hardly an issue for him. The stage was cold and the body heat from others behind him made it just the right temperature to stand there for days--and don't think he hadn't already tried that. The kid was hooked, and each lyric the band played made him happy. To be honest, most people might have thought he was smoking something, but you have to admit, Warped makes people do crazy things.


"I can be your lost boy, Your last chance, a better reality," Tate sang with a wide smile. All Time Low finally ended "Somewhere In Neverland" and Tate felt the pressure of the people behind him lessen. The show was over for him, and considering the amount of bands he packed into one day, he felt accomplished. He shook his hair out a bit after prying himself from the end of the stage and started making his way towards the blue VW van. Tate looked as if he got into a cat fight. He had bruises on his arms and a busted lip while having a couple scrapes here and there. The crowd was brutal. If you didn't get to that stage in time, it was eat or be eaten. But the girls, god, always the girls. They flung themselves to that stage like moths to a flame, and if you even dared getting in front of them, well, you know.


Tate approached the van with a smile. His head was pounding and his heart was racing, but that was only a small detail compared to what happen out in the crowd. Tate gave a small spin, "So blow me away, cause if I were a boomerang I'd turn around and come back to you." he sang as he gave a wink at the rest of the group. With that, he grabbed his bag that was sitting in the backseat and pulled out a cigarette. The damn things could kill him, but death was just another adventure for the twenty-two year old. Tate stepped back out and took in his surroundings. He blew out a puff of smoke and shook his head, "This never gets old." he said as he looked out towards the festivities that slowly started to shut down.
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[far]

L o g a n


It was a fuckin' masterpiece in there. Something about standing with a shit-ton of people you don't know, sweating like a pig, being pushed and shoved and beaten up without a real fight, practically screaming all the air out of your lungs and the voice out of your throat, was a thrilling, beautiful experience that connected every fan in a way he had only seen at concerts. It was a madhouse, and he had eagerly been a part of it. Warped was something people would be surprised to know that Logan Ferthen, the biggest god damn metal-head you'd find on the block, listened to, but he couldn't say he cared. It just offered him this rush, an energy that was exactly like what he got from his other music. It was an exhilarating night, as it always was for him.


He emerged from the place, sweating, breathing deeply, allowing the chilly outside air to permeate his body. He had a slight head rush for a second, causing him to stumble in his steps and have to lean on a wall for support before he could recover from it, but it only made him laugh in his evident joy. He lost his shirt in the crowd, leaving him bare chested, but he paid no mind. Whether he flung it off himself or it was ripped off by surrounding people, it only made the experience better for him. Every aching bone, swelling bruise, and even the occasional trickle or smear of blood that he didn't know was his or not, made the glee one hundred times better. There seemed to be a permanent smile on the tall dude's face. His head tilted back and his hands came up to run up his face, through his hair, soaked from sweat, and rest on the back of his neck. His tattoos were visible in all of their elegant glory. He wore absolutely battered, ripped-up jeans that sagged enough to show the band of his boxers and his sneakers looked as though they had taken a trip through Hell.


The van was in sight. His broad, toothy grin widened. He could see his friends over there. This was the beautiful time after the concerts, where they'd all get tipsy with some drinks, some more drunk than others, and chill with one another to recover from the intensity of the concert. He loved this time. He saw Boe and Hallie outside of the van, and it looked like Aurora was already in the driver's seat. There had to be more people inside of the van, it was never just a few. He reached the van and let his hand rest on the door for support, his forehead resting on the cold metal of it. He was getting in control of his heavy breathing, eyes closed. He then pushed off and stretched his arms, glancing at the two, and grinning. "Don't faint on me, Boe, y'look a little light-headed." He was joking, of course, and his hand found the van door's handle as he threw it open.


As it was any time after a Warped concert, he expected Jackie to be there, saving a seat for him. It was either he saved one for her or vice-versa. They had formed a good thing, him and her. Surely enough, she was there, spot saved for him. Tate was in the back, too, and Aurora was in the driver's seat. He pulled in a deep breath and let it out, still smiling widely, before pulling himself into the seat beside her and letting his head rest back.


"That was absolutely fuckin' amazing." He glanced over to her, his smile turning mischievous as he said, "You sure you wanna sit next to the beaten-up sweaty kid again, Antlers?"
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[Endless Love]

Girls with six inch heels and short shorts weren't exactly hard on the eyes. Zachary had learned that from his experienced at the warped tour. Sure, that wasn't normally his type of girl, but it didn't mean they weren't eye candy to him. Now he watched one from the driver's seat of his red truck, walking with her boyfriend's arm snaked around her waist. Zack bit his tongue and pulled into a parking spot between a BMW and a Ford. His beat up used Chevy didn't really compare to most cars here.

When he'd successfully managed to parallel park without freaking smashing anything, he tugged off his grey sweatshirt. Smell check: A faint scent of laundry detergent and tequila. Not bad. Zack opened the car door and stepped out, the smell of strong liquor, candy apples, and a faint hint of sweat hit him. It was a lot to take in, this Warped Tour. No one would've expected Zack to go, him always being more of the jock type. He began to weave through people, guys with huge guns and way too many tattoos, people who smelled so bad he could nearly pass out. This was Warped tour for ya'.

Zachary Murphy? Warped tour? Funny, right? That preppy jock kid who got his six pack in the eight grade because he was such a good football player? He was here, and he was, despite it's cons, loving it.

For after what seemed like forever, Zack spotted the van. It was kinda hard to miss. At this point he had to push through the crowd, over to his friends. After all, he considered himself surprisingly enough, the most experienced and responsible out of the crew. "What's up?" Zack asked, giving a squint eyed smile and running his fingers through his hair, making it stick straight up. It sure was a sight to see. Bo was drenched in sweat, but was ignoring that fact and seemed pretty excited. Hallie looked like she was a little drunk, Tate was singing and Zack got the impression he was high, Logan was his usual crazy metal-head self, and Rorrie was the only one who was really normal he'd seen today. Sure, she looked happy, but Zack didn't think she was drunk or pouring sweat.

He pulled himself into the van, literally falling onto the seat in pure heat exhaustion. "Now I know why all of you are sweating." At that moment Zachary felt terribly glad that he had used his 48hr antiperspirant.

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[Coedy]

Boe




Boe looked at the people who were now crowding by the van, smiling to no one specifically. He was barely paying attention when Logan was talking to him, however he came back to reality and laughed. He contemplated his response, scratching the corner of his mouth with his right index finger, he smirked. "Passing out is for later." He said to Logan, not really caring at all if he was still listening to him or not. Boe looked down at himself, pleased that the only truly sweaty thing about him was his headband. However, there were some slight color changes in his shirt, but that didn't bother him.




It seemed as if time had just flown by, like a second ago, they were all just arriving to the Warped tour. Boe shrugged his shoulders with a ease and took a hold of the opening of the van's interior. He was about to climb into the van as a new voice emerged from the many that could be heard from the people in and outside of the van. "Well it's not like it's Woodstock times 10 at all." Boe responded to Zachary's comment of how they were all sweating like stuck hogs.


Boe prayed to God that his friends had chosen to wear some kind of deodorant, so the inside of the van didn't reek like heck. He fondled the hem of his shirt as he slid into the middle of the van, and took a seat. Hopefully everyone would get along, so there would be no fighting or screaming. However, because of their current situations, Boe deemed that as 'impossible.' He looked out of the windshield, studying the people who were passing by. He laughed inwardly at the people who would get high; they didn't even know the best way to do it.




Although Boe hadn't exactly gotten hung up yet, he'd watched so many times, some people may believe that he was a dealer. But Boe didn't care what they thought, people were entitled to their own opinions, however, that did not mean that he had to enjoy or deal with the point of view that they took of the subject at hand.
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[Antlered punk]

Antlers

Equally bruised up and sweaty, her was ripped at the sleeve. "No, get in the back. Of course why the hell you think I'd save you a seat?" she first was scowling but lightened up right away. Tossing her bag on her own lap an putting her feet up. Her poor vans are torned and taped and a part of a tire stapled to the bottom. No way she was supporting the big stores. Like her shorts had the same tratment.

In her bag was a box of cigarettes and a lighter. Lighting one in the van she sighed, not caring about how bad her haired frizzed. Watching the others, "So plan is were going to get drinks and get high cause I'm so down for that idea" knowing she had drugs with her. Alcohol anywhere.

So far warped tour was amazing and she could eat too. "Or lets eat"
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[October Falls]

Morgana Autumn Smith

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Morgana Autumn Smith had never been so happy in her life. Her pure joy masked her dishevelled and sweaty appearance. Morgy knew of Warped. She knew of the adrenaline, the loud music, the dangerous crowds. All of it. But she had never understood what it all meant, until now. Her first Warped was better than she anticipated, and couldn't wait till the next concert.


There was something about the way the sweat rolled down her face, the way her long purple/brown hair stuck to her neck, and the aggressive fist pump into the air as she jumped with the crowd, screaming her lungs out to the music. Even though she was exhausted, the adrenaline still kept her going. It was addicting, even getting punched, kicked, and run over by ever which way you turn. It was all so fun, so beautiful in a sense that only a Warped Tourist would understand.


Morgy felt accomplished. Ever since she learned of Warped, she'd been dying to attend. She didn't feel complete till now. Yes Warped was nothing she'd ever experienced before. The bashes and hits she'd received in the past was completely different to the pain she felt now. This pain was numbed, feeding her adrenaline to make her stronger. Even after the last band sung their hearts out, and left the stage, Morgy still wanted more. She was addicted, and the end of the concert still hadn't registered.


As everyone left she just stood there, waiting for the next band to come on and quench her thirst. But as everyone cleared out, she finally accepted defeat. There was always next year. And if she remembered correctly, her friends were hosting an after party tonight. It'll be full of Alcohol and Drugs. Morgy was 18, but she didn't care. She had had wine and alcohol before, but never drunk. Morgy was looking forward to waking up late tomorrow morning with a hangover, covered in her own vomit. Or, at least that's what she thought she would experience.


Morgy finally moved away from the stage, and towards the van in which she had come with her friends. Friends... She had never really had any before. All throughout her life it was always just her and her music. When she met this bunch, she was hesitant. People would always hate her because of her looks, past and taste in music. But now? She isn't totally comfortable with them yet, but she felt safe. There wasn't much awkwardness between herself and them, however she wasn't extremely close with everyone. She hadn't told them about her past, and what she feels most of the time. Usually she just chilled with them, just hanging with them, following in their footsteps. Was that a good thing?


Morgy took her time to get to the familiar van. She wanted to soak in the last rays of sunlight, as well as the last feeling of the heavy sweat filled and stinky atmosphere of the Concert. She would miss it. But now she could finally check Warped off her check list. Being the youngest, Morgy might have been the least experienced in this Punk world. She loved every bit of it, and wanted to go ahead with everything, and no hesitations. Same goes for tonight. She was going to get drunk... maybe.


As she closed the distance between herself and the van, she caught a few glimpses of the bands packing up and getting ready to tour to the next destination for another day full of music and sound. Morgy had to stop herself from going over there and fangirling. Next time. There was always next time.


Once she finally got to the Van, she realised how late she was. Everyone was already ready to leave, or what seemed like it. They too looked tired and exhausted, but didn't seem to be. The night would be long, so resting up in the car would be rejuvenating. Morgy debated whether or not to apologise for being late. She decided against it. They'd understand right?

"Or lets eat" Morgy heard Antlers suggest. She nodded, feeling her stomach growl. She was starving.
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[Aurokai]

ϟ Hallie Samps ϟ

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Hal pulled herself into the passenger seat, waiting for everyone to finish climbing in. She wasn't one for riding in the back, she liked being able not to have to touch other people. As she did, she saw Morgy walk up to the car, another one of the girls that she didn't know too well. She let out a content sigh, wondering where they were going to eat because that was currently all on her mind.


She took a peek in the back, seeing everyone who was there. Antlers and some other guy has already paired themselves up. She couldn't even look at Boe, considering she ran into him earlier and made a huge fool of herself. Then she looked at the guy, Zach she may have recalled, and definitely didn't think he belonged. He looked like one of those guys who'd beat her up in High School.


He was interesting, studying him from afar, but as soon as he turned his head towards her, she slammed herself back into the front seat. She looked at Rorrie and wondered if she already had someone. She sure was damn gorgeous enough, and Hal would take the first chance to be close to her. She shook off the thoughts, figuring she was already into someone else.


"How about we grab pizza? I know a place that'll let us drink and smoke inside, it's a win-win, no?" She had suggested, hoping that she didn't just make another fool of herself suggesting something not everyone would love.

 

[Lutalica]

Tate Walker





Tate looked back at the van. It seemed the rest of the gang had already piled in. Most of them looked sweaty and all around tired, but somehow they still had enough energy to spit out a few words here and there. He finally climbed in the far back after burning out the butt of his cigarette. Tate wasn't one to pay attention to other people's conversation, let alone pay any attention at all, but he heard something about grabbing some food before heading back to the apartment. "Sounds good to me, but how does the silver haired fox up front say about it?" Tate said with a smirk pulling at his lips. It wasn't flirting, hell no, he wasn't going to ruin his single life freedom, but it didn't hurt to show a little affection every now and then.


He pulled out his headphones and got comfortable. Whatever the plan was, Tate would just tag along and play it out. It was his usual routine for pretty much everything. Just follow along like you totally listened to the plan before you left. Don't get him wrong, it wasn't like he never listens, I mean, he does when he wants to, but the little details were boring. If he got the gist of the situation, he'd be all fine and dandy, but a long drawn out, detailed plan made the poor guy fall asleep. Tate placed his head against the window and simply listened to the music that played through his headphones. Everything would be fine; he would be fine.
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[Endless Love]

Morgy, some girl who looked as if she was just settling into the group, yet still managed to blend in without being washed away by the crowd and left unnoticed had been the last to hop in. Or at least Zack thought. She seemed as if she was pumped on adrenaline, but was tired inside. Like when you drink coffee for a three our energy buzz and then the exhaustion comes back worse than ever. Even if that was the case, Morgy was kinda pretty, to put it modestly. Zach admired her dark eyes and spontaneous smile.

"Pizza's good to me." Zach responded to Hallie's suggestion in his casual raspy voice, despite the fact she'd just glanced back at him like he had two heads. And in a way, Zach didn't blame her. He looked like more of a football jock than anything. The type that went for the blonde cheerleader and threw toilet paper rolls at houses, usually the nerds, only to cheat the system and get a full scholarship at a good college just for being able to successfully toss a ball through a goal post. Maybe the college part was true, but there was much more to Zach. Much, much more. Hallie seemed to be the type who didn't like jocks, too, so that just added to the affect. She seemed like the kind of girl with the dirty blonde hair who was wild at parties. Zach knew the type. But he wasn't ready to assume anything just yet.

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[Lacuna]

◊ Aurora Indigo ◊

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Pulling the sticky strands of hair off of her neck, Rorrie blocked out most of the conversation going on behind her. Every so often she would hear snippits of the conversation but not enough to pull her away from her internal thoughts. She was still caught up in the high of everything and could stop herself from thinking about it. She has successfully crowd surfed 2 times, survived a mosh pit and met one of her idols.


The words "Silver haired fox" pulled Rorrie back to reality. Turning her head she looked back at Tate threw the rear view mirror and caught the tail end of his smirk. Grinning to herself she began to contemplate what they should do for food. The original plan to go to her apartment afterwards was only good if they wanted booze and Ramen noodles. "Pizza sounds perfect right now." Almost as if her stomach new they were talking about food it let out a long grumble. "Yeah, we're getting pizza." With her last sentence finished she checked the back seat, doing a quick mental head count before starting the van up.

 

[Aurokai]

(will format later, currently on phone)


As Hal felt the van push itself into life, she stared out the window, wondering if this was what she was meant to do. Go to amazing concerts with friends & then go to eat and perhaps drink. She figured it sounded like a great life, minus the fact that she didn't really have much money to fund her hobby.


She let out a sigh, glanced into the back of the van to see a few people already coupling up. Sometimes she had wished for a relationship, one where she can always talk to the same guy about anything. Cuddling whenever, kissing whenever, being stupidly mushy. Although she also loved her freedom, she loved being able to sleep with any man, or woman, she pleased. There still was something deep inside of her that craved that "prince and princess" feeling that every little girl wants.


She shuddered the thought away and turned to Rorrie, watching her focus on the people in the back and the van. She could see her eyes dart towards Tate much more than anyone else. She noticed Antlers pairing up already, and couldn't tell if anyone had even given her a thought. Who needs to be glorified anyways, she could just get that from some drunk ass at a bar.


Hal couldn't wait until they got to the pizza parlor so she could stop focusing on "love" and focus on seeing how many pieces of pizza she could eat. Not to mention, a burping contest which of course, she knows she would win.

 

[far]

L o g a n

He smirked when she replied with her sarcastic form of a yes. She was a fiery girl, and she could be a mean one at times, but it was pretty rare to find her throwing a punch at one of her friends. Only if they really pissed her off. He knew very personally how well she could pack a punch. He allowed another deep breath for himself, leaning back in his seat. There was still chatter around the van, and he let it fade into the background, relaxing a little. It was definitely an awesome night, but it had drained him pretty damn thoroughly. A joint would probably help him. Though drinking was a true adventure, the hangovers in the mornings were absolute shit. He actually preferred joints over beer, oddly. Pot was hard to come across and expensive to get, though, so it wasn't insanely often that he could get some.


The second he heard the word, he perked up, blinking and saying, "Pizza?" The hunger wasn't very obvious at first, but at the mention of one of his top favorites on his long list of favorite foods, he suddenly felt it twisting his stomach cruelly. Everyone in the van contrived about it, but it was pretty much obvious already what his answer would be. He glanced to Hal, the newer gal of their friend group, who appeared to have suggested it. She was kind of wary about saying it, but she suggested it nonetheless, and that made her cool in his book. After Aurora confirmed them going to the place, he smiled widely and said, "Hell yeah, pizza! I might eat an entire one myself, I'm starving, dude." He wasn't joking when he said that; it had happened before, and those in the van were the witnesses to it.


After he had exclaimed his interest, a horrible realization dawned on him - he might not have his wallet. Immediately, he started searching his pants pockets. Things got stolen at concerts all the time, what with the bustle of people and the madness of them all. It was perfect cover to steal wallets and things, and he was afraid that his wallet might have been pick-pocketed from him. The pocket searches came out with nothing, and he groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Dammit." He muttered it under his breath, straining to remember if he even took it in with him at all. "Did anyone see or take my wallet? 'Cause I'm an idiot and I can't remember if I had it with me," he asked anyone in the van. He had a developing reputation of losing things, and it frustrated the hell out of him.
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[Antlered punk]

Antlers let out annoyed sigh as she zipped her bag open. Going past the pills and other drugs cleverly hiding as cosmetics and or tea. "Here's your wallet dummy" she handed over the patched up wallet with the chain and all. Hers was the same but plaid. "I'm starving" Putting out her cigarette. Holding a bright orange pill bottle with a joint packed in.


Still her head was a in a high like fog from the events in the day.
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[October Falls]

Morgana Autumn Smith

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((Sorry just a bit confused; Where is everyone sitting in the Van? Sorry for not posting sooner.))


Morgy was the last to enter the van. Considering Antlers, Logan and Bo were in the middle, Hallie and Rorrie in the front seats, there were only an empty seat in the back between Tate and Zack. Morgy may have been knew to the group, but remembering their names - er - nicknames was easy. Like memorising song lyrics.


Quietly and trying to avoid eye contact, Morgy squeezed between Zack and Tate. It wasn't awkward... not really. She thought Tate was cool, especially since he was a Die Hard fan of music, period. Zack was epic. He was the Veteran of the group, meaning he had more experience in Warping than everyone else. He might even be the eldest, which comforted Morgy.


However, neither of them seemed like the type of people to be into Warping, or Concerts of the sort. Tate seemed like the laid back guy you see in an ally way high as shit, and Zack seemed like the uber popular jock going for all the blond cheerleaders. Maybe Tate and Zack could have been friends in another lifetime, except not like friends now; the high school stereotypical type friends.


Morgy sighed, and closed her eyes. She could feel her cheeks heat up. She felt nervous, but she didn't know why. Was she still flustered from the Concert? Was she finally calming down? Maybe because she was starving. Or because these boys were damned hot...
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[October Falls]

did this die?