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Vanechka Kuynetsov | Guitarist Band One
V woke up as their tour bus skidded to a halt, making the tall man nearly hit the bottom of his bunk. He groaned, holding his head with his hand as he moved the curtain and looked out, "What the hell, man?" He called out to the driver in his thick but understandable Russian accent, not giving much thought to his other possibly sleeping band mates. The driver announced they were at their destination, and joked that V should work off his hang over before the set. He hadn't drank too much the night before, surprisingly. Just enough to give him a slight head ache this morning but nothing too bad. V grumbled something under his breath at him as their driver exited the bus, slamming the door behind him. V huffed, and slid off his bunk. He had chosen the top, since he was one of the taller ones in the band, it was easier for him to get in and out of. Thoughtful, right? He grabbed a pair of blackout sunglasses from his bag and put them on, not bothering to put actual pants on before walking to the coffee maker and setting it to make a pot. V yawned, muttering to himself in russian while he went back to his duffel bag, pulling out a plain white tank, his usual battle vest, and some patched up jeans he kept. He quickly got dressed and did his usual morning duties before coming back to his coffee and starting to make a cup, not taking off his sunglasses. V definitely was not a morning person, especially after the first night sleeping in the bus, the bunks weren't exactly the most comfortable. He took a sip of the coffee, making a face as the taste hit his tongue. He'd have to go out and buy some, this tasted like soggy cardboard. V moved over and poured the liquid out in the small sink next to the coffee maker.
V woke up as their tour bus skidded to a halt, making the tall man nearly hit the bottom of his bunk. He groaned, holding his head with his hand as he moved the curtain and looked out, "What the hell, man?" He called out to the driver in his thick but understandable Russian accent, not giving much thought to his other possibly sleeping band mates. The driver announced they were at their destination, and joked that V should work off his hang over before the set. He hadn't drank too much the night before, surprisingly. Just enough to give him a slight head ache this morning but nothing too bad. V grumbled something under his breath at him as their driver exited the bus, slamming the door behind him. V huffed, and slid off his bunk. He had chosen the top, since he was one of the taller ones in the band, it was easier for him to get in and out of. Thoughtful, right? He grabbed a pair of blackout sunglasses from his bag and put them on, not bothering to put actual pants on before walking to the coffee maker and setting it to make a pot. V yawned, muttering to himself in russian while he went back to his duffel bag, pulling out a plain white tank, his usual battle vest, and some patched up jeans he kept. He quickly got dressed and did his usual morning duties before coming back to his coffee and starting to make a cup, not taking off his sunglasses. V definitely was not a morning person, especially after the first night sleeping in the bus, the bunks weren't exactly the most comfortable. He took a sip of the coffee, making a face as the taste hit his tongue. He'd have to go out and buy some, this tasted like soggy cardboard. V moved over and poured the liquid out in the small sink next to the coffee maker.
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MoxxyMoxx
the enby autist
Quinn Beckett
Mornings weren't fun for the bassist of a certain band. Whilst some liked to wake up and smell the fresh morning air, drinking fine cups of coffee, Quinn wasn't quite like this. He enjoyed sleep. He needed sleep which was why it was considered rude when their bus roughly stopped during Quinn's nap time.
Groaning, he quickly turned onto his stomach and pulled the covers over his naked turso and messy head. He really hated mornings. He was the opposite of a toddler on Christmas Day. He concluded that he wasn't getting up unless his life depended on it but of course the driver had to honk the horn of the bus. Perfect. Now he was definitely awake.
He sighed and stood, pulling on a pair of black jeans from the night before and a dark blue t-shirt from his badly packed suitcase. He ran a hand full of dry shampoo through his hair, remembering to shower properly later when the others weren't also getting ready. He chose to be the last to do anything. He wanted his fellow friends and band mates to feel happy, especially when on tour with their archenemies.
Sure, they hated the band but Quinn didn't really care. He'd prefer to play video games, nap or drool over hot guys. Quinn really didn't hate them all that much. He hoped at least one of them were the same but until then he'd continue to say that he hated their guts.
Mornings weren't fun for the bassist of a certain band. Whilst some liked to wake up and smell the fresh morning air, drinking fine cups of coffee, Quinn wasn't quite like this. He enjoyed sleep. He needed sleep which was why it was considered rude when their bus roughly stopped during Quinn's nap time.
Groaning, he quickly turned onto his stomach and pulled the covers over his naked turso and messy head. He really hated mornings. He was the opposite of a toddler on Christmas Day. He concluded that he wasn't getting up unless his life depended on it but of course the driver had to honk the horn of the bus. Perfect. Now he was definitely awake.
He sighed and stood, pulling on a pair of black jeans from the night before and a dark blue t-shirt from his badly packed suitcase. He ran a hand full of dry shampoo through his hair, remembering to shower properly later when the others weren't also getting ready. He chose to be the last to do anything. He wanted his fellow friends and band mates to feel happy, especially when on tour with their archenemies.
Sure, they hated the band but Quinn didn't really care. He'd prefer to play video games, nap or drool over hot guys. Quinn really didn't hate them all that much. He hoped at least one of them were the same but until then he'd continue to say that he hated their guts.
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apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Mercedes | Singer, Band 1
Sadie had been up for what felt like hours, anxiety and excitement fighting in her stomach, both trying to take precedence over the other. For one, she felt anxious about the other band on this tour. Sadie tried her best to stay out of drama and pettiness; it was one reason she felt her three male bandmates appreciated her. But she was also one to speak her mind, and if something pissed her off, she wasn't afraid to let someone know and then most likely walk away.
On the other hand, she was beyond excited for this tour. It would be amazing for their band and just for themselves. Sadie, along with her fellow band members, were all music lovers. Music had saved them in one way or another, and it was something that brought them close together. Even V, who didn't really like to be touched.
When the bus screeched to a halt, she paused in the song writing she'd been doing to shoot him a glare. Before she could say anything, though, she heard a heavy Russian accent from above her. Lifting just her gaze to the bottom of V's bunk, she heard him mumbling up there, and then the driver shot back something about his hangover. Smirking, she shook her head and tucked her notebook under her pillow. It was about that time that V climbed down.
"Morning sleepyhead." Sadie called to him as he went to make coffee. She wrinkled her nose, wishing she liked the stuff, but she couldn't stomach it. Climbing out of bed herself, clad in a pair of shorts and a tank top, she started digging around in her own bag to find something to wear, plopping herself on the floor to make digging through it easier. "How'd you sleep?"
jennxclifford
no u
riley alexandria. || band two ; drummer.
Riley woke up when she heard her one of her bandmates beginning to rustle around the bus, immediately grabbing her phone and checking her notifications. She rolled over to lay on her back and stare at the top of her bunk- she did not want to get up and start her day. Part of her was wishing she just hadn't woken up at all. This tour was going to suck and all of her energy already felt drained. Her band knew she was not up for this, but they didn't exactly know why she was taking it so much harder than anyone else. While they had gone out the night before and partied a bit to 'kick off the start of the tour', she sat in the bus and sulked.
A quiet sigh fell from her lips when she sat up, slipping out of her bunk. She needed a cigarette even though she desperately wanted to stay hidden under her blankets for the rest of the day. Her oversized, black hoodie draped down past her shorts and the hem of it fell the her mid thigh as she stood, grabbing her pack, lighter and sunglasses from the side pockets of her bag. She wanted to get off the bus before anyone saw her and tried asking her if she was okay, or even attempt talking about tonight at all, not wasting any time to change her clothes or slip a pair of shoes on.
Sliding the sunglasses on her face and shoving the necessities in her hoodie pocket, Riley silently rushed off of the bus. She walked around to the other side while putting a cigarette in her mouth and lighting it. After taking a couple of quick puffs, she threw her messy hair into a bun and leaned her back against the bus. Her eyes closed and she tried her best to think about anything else other than the show tonight.
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REESE ELLIS --Bassist "Band One"
Reese never slept well on tour buses. Between the cramped space of the bunks and the random jerks and turns from the driving, the night before was no different. He spent the whole night waking up about every hour or two, never getting any real sleep. So when he felt the lunge of the bus stopping and V yelling at the driver he gave up. He grabbed his phone and started scrolling social media, he stopped and cringed when he came across the poster for their tour. Their bands name next to the name of the band that they despised the most, he was reminded of why he was actually dreading this tour a little bit. Normally he loved tours, playing shows, hanging with his band mates, and being able to party in different cities. This time around Reese didn't know what to expect, he had no idea how having to be around their rivals all tour would change things.With the slight feeling of irritation, Reese put his phone down and rolled over to face his awake band mates. He saw V making coffee and Sadie digging through her bag on the floor talking to him. He sat up, flung his legs over the side of his top bunk, and stretched. He looked down at what he was wearing, the pair of jeans he was wearing from the night before, he dug around his bunk looking for the t shirt he had taken off the night before. "Morning guys." He said as he slipped his shirt over his head and jumped down from his bunk.
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gutterpunkss
there's nothing you can do
Vanechka Kuynetsov | Guitarist Band One
V set the mug he had used inside the sink, making a mental note to wash it later. He turned, mumbled a greeting back to Sadie as he watched her plop herself down on the floor. "Horribly. I could sleep for five more years and be perfectly fine with it." He said leaning back against the small counter behind him. "You seem like you either slept great or didn't at all?" He phrased it as a question. V was still clearly tired and not at one hundred percent yet and wanted some good coffee. Maybe there was a place near by he could run to and buy some, after all they had at least seven hours before they had to go on.
At the thought of the tour V felt his anxiety instantly rising. He hadn't wanted to come once he heard the other band was coming, but also didn't want to let his own band down. He just hoped that he could get by without running into them or starting fights. V was torn from his thoughts as he heard another voice, looking up to see Reese sliding out of his bunk. He didn't look too happy, but not in a hostile way. "Morning." V pushed himself off the counter and back into a standing position as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and did some quick googling, finding a cafe near. "I think I'm going to go get some not cardboard coffee. Anyone want anything?" he asked, walked a few feet and leaning over Sadie to grab his wallet from his bunk and tuck it in his pocket.
V set the mug he had used inside the sink, making a mental note to wash it later. He turned, mumbled a greeting back to Sadie as he watched her plop herself down on the floor. "Horribly. I could sleep for five more years and be perfectly fine with it." He said leaning back against the small counter behind him. "You seem like you either slept great or didn't at all?" He phrased it as a question. V was still clearly tired and not at one hundred percent yet and wanted some good coffee. Maybe there was a place near by he could run to and buy some, after all they had at least seven hours before they had to go on.
At the thought of the tour V felt his anxiety instantly rising. He hadn't wanted to come once he heard the other band was coming, but also didn't want to let his own band down. He just hoped that he could get by without running into them or starting fights. V was torn from his thoughts as he heard another voice, looking up to see Reese sliding out of his bunk. He didn't look too happy, but not in a hostile way. "Morning." V pushed himself off the counter and back into a standing position as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and did some quick googling, finding a cafe near. "I think I'm going to go get some not cardboard coffee. Anyone want anything?" he asked, walked a few feet and leaning over Sadie to grab his wallet from his bunk and tuck it in his pocket.
Eshspoyeofdoom
Sigh
James | Singer, Band 2
"Fuck me, man," James groaned as he accidentally shaved off a bit of his skin and the blood began to seep out.
Like a lot of people, James didn't enjoy mornings. Especially if he's been drinking heavily the past night, which he did. He quickly tore off a piece of toilet paper and patted his cheek dry before clumsily exiting the small restroom. He threw on a dirty t-shirt and some jeans before putting on his signature biker jacket. If the fans were gonna see him, they were gonna see him with this on.
He shot Quinn a quick, "Hey," before jumping off the bus. Poor kid, he didn't seem to be dealing with the morning well either. Not to mention, tonight was the Big Night. He grumbled to himself, deeply regretting the amount of booze they drank the night before.
"Jesus Christ R, you look like shit," he grunted as he stood by Riley. He's always respected Riley, someone who was with him since the beginning and a damn good drummer anyways. The air was tense. Was it excitement? Anxiety? Who knew? But it was affecting his mood. The coming performance seemed a lot more daunting, and scary now that it seemed so close. He wanted everything to come together and be perfect. "You got another one on you?" he asked, motioning to the cig in her hand.
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Quinn Beckett
Quinn payed no attention to James. He was a great guy but honestly, he couldn't be bothered to do anything except for hum a reply to show he noticed him slightly. He would understand. Mornings weren't for Quinn. He rubbed his eyes and finished up his look with a gray zip-able hoodie before grabbing one of his many music filled notepads and his koa wood, concert ukulele. He smiled at himself in the mirror before leaving the bus to see Riley.
Riley was an amazing person. Her loyalty was even bigger than Quinn's and her emotional strength was a lot better that his. She was like the cool, punk, big sister he never had. He wished they knew each other when they were younger. They would've been bestest of friends and that's saying something considering Quinn's stance on high school friends.
He spoke up, "Morning," he said blandly and in a croaky voice.
Riley was looking pretty even when she was running on cigarettes and a possible hangover. Of course, she looks awesome in everything. She was still taller than him even without heels which always made him somewhat sad that he'd never reach that height but mostly happy as the short height made him look cuter and that was appealing to other guys.
He continued to look out into the abyss of nothingness, trying to somewhat wake up before having to deal with the others. He didn't know why the two bands hated each other, not really, but he continued on hating them despite not really caring about the drama as much as the next person.
Speaking of next person, the only one they seemed to be waiting on was Gigi but she could take her time. She always looks a million times better than he does in anything. She was awesome and he wished he knew her when he was younger and going through a lot of shit. She would easily make him wake up and see that life was worth living despite not feeling like it was.
He plucked the ukulele strings and started to play a little song. Quinn was good at lightening the mood. He knew they weren't happy so maybe some ukulele music would fix it. He hoped so. God, he hoped so.
Quinn payed no attention to James. He was a great guy but honestly, he couldn't be bothered to do anything except for hum a reply to show he noticed him slightly. He would understand. Mornings weren't for Quinn. He rubbed his eyes and finished up his look with a gray zip-able hoodie before grabbing one of his many music filled notepads and his koa wood, concert ukulele. He smiled at himself in the mirror before leaving the bus to see Riley.
Riley was an amazing person. Her loyalty was even bigger than Quinn's and her emotional strength was a lot better that his. She was like the cool, punk, big sister he never had. He wished they knew each other when they were younger. They would've been bestest of friends and that's saying something considering Quinn's stance on high school friends.
He spoke up, "Morning," he said blandly and in a croaky voice.
Riley was looking pretty even when she was running on cigarettes and a possible hangover. Of course, she looks awesome in everything. She was still taller than him even without heels which always made him somewhat sad that he'd never reach that height but mostly happy as the short height made him look cuter and that was appealing to other guys.
He continued to look out into the abyss of nothingness, trying to somewhat wake up before having to deal with the others. He didn't know why the two bands hated each other, not really, but he continued on hating them despite not really caring about the drama as much as the next person.
Speaking of next person, the only one they seemed to be waiting on was Gigi but she could take her time. She always looks a million times better than he does in anything. She was awesome and he wished he knew her when he was younger and going through a lot of shit. She would easily make him wake up and see that life was worth living despite not feeling like it was.
He plucked the ukulele strings and started to play a little song. Quinn was good at lightening the mood. He knew they weren't happy so maybe some ukulele music would fix it. He hoped so. God, he hoped so.
jennxclifford
no u
riley alexandria. || band two ; drummer. || james & quinn.
Riley tore her eyes off of the other band's tour bus when she heard faint footsteps headed towards her. She knew she would eventually be found by someone, they were like lost puppies that followed her around. Riley loved her band to death but at times like this she wished they understood what personal space meant.
As soon as she recognized James face she closed her eyes again and laid her head against the side of the bus, taking a long drag from the cigarette. Maybe if she ignored him he would eventually take a hint and go away, she thought. Instead of a 'good morning' from the singer, she was told what she already knew. "My bad, I didn't realize their was a certain fucking dress code for having a cigarette in the morning, prick." Riley sarcastically huffed. As soon as James asked for a smoke, she shot a glare at him. He couldn't see her eyes, but her scowl was prominent.
Just as Riley was about tell James off for bumming a cigarette, Quinn walked around the side of the bus. She threw her hands in the air and looked back and forth between both of the boys. "Jesus Christ! Do you guys have a fucking tracker on me or some shit?" Her plans for a quick break didn't last long. She sighed and pressed her hand to her forehead, "Morning, Quinn." Riley mumbled, she couldn't be angry at him for being sweet.
She walked a few steps away from them, her back turned. One of them would bring up the show tonight and she was far from prepared to answer their questions about her mood, or appearance. When the sound of Quinn's ukulele broke the small pause of silence, Riley turned her head towards him and rolled her eyes. "I will smash your small guitar, dude." She had to admit, the little sound wasn't horrible and was nice in contrast to her usual, but she was not having it today.
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apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Mercedes | Singer, Band 1
Sadie heard Reese moving around in his bunk, but she didn't say anything to him until she heard him actually shifting to get off the bed, throwing his legs over the side and then hopping down. With her own outfit for the day in hand, she twisted her body so that she was looking at him, giving him a warm smile. "Morning, Reese." She heard V respond to her and turned so that she was looking at him. "You definitely look like you could use that sleep." She told him, her smile turning into a slightly teasing one. She leaned forward, bracing her chin on her hands, her arms on her legs.
"I've been up for hours. For some reason, sleep just didn't come easy last night. Must be the excitement." She shrugged and straightened, pushing herself to her feet after V leaned over her. "I'll take some green tea, if they've got it." She brightened at the prospect of cold tea, leaning against the bunk. "Or if you wanna wait a few minutes, I'll go with." Tucking her clothes under her arm, she headed off for the little bathroom to change. She emerged a few minutes later, dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, and a black and grey plaid off the shoulder top, with a pair of black flats on her feet. "Ready!"
gutterpunkss
there's nothing you can do
Vanechka Kuynetsov | Guitarist Band One
At least someone was excited about the tour, V thought. Maybe her excitement would change the mood about this whole thing. "I'm sure they would, if not we can always go somewhere else." He responded before she ran off to change. It didn't seem like a lot to anyone else, but V was thankful she offered to go along. Being in a place he was unfamiliar with was bad enough with his anxiety, but he also wanted someone to be there in case anything happened. He was overly cautious to avoid getting too close to people, but accidents happen. As he waited for her, he unlocked his phone and scrolled through whatever he could find, more as a fidget thing than actually looking for something of interest. V looked up over his sunglasses and pushed his phone back in his pocket as he heard her open the door. "It's not too far down the road, about a block or two so we could probably walk unless you wanted me to pay for a ride?" He asked, it would probably be longer to wait for an Uber to find them than it would be to just go on foot.
He turned, walking through the door as he listened to her response. V paused for a second, waiting for Sadie to step out of the bus, painfully aware of the other band not too far away. He glanced over, quickly moving his gaze back to his band mate, thankful his shades probably hid the quick glance to them. Almost the whole other band was outside, and V was silently hoping they either wouldn't notice them or wouldn't say anything.
At least someone was excited about the tour, V thought. Maybe her excitement would change the mood about this whole thing. "I'm sure they would, if not we can always go somewhere else." He responded before she ran off to change. It didn't seem like a lot to anyone else, but V was thankful she offered to go along. Being in a place he was unfamiliar with was bad enough with his anxiety, but he also wanted someone to be there in case anything happened. He was overly cautious to avoid getting too close to people, but accidents happen. As he waited for her, he unlocked his phone and scrolled through whatever he could find, more as a fidget thing than actually looking for something of interest. V looked up over his sunglasses and pushed his phone back in his pocket as he heard her open the door. "It's not too far down the road, about a block or two so we could probably walk unless you wanted me to pay for a ride?" He asked, it would probably be longer to wait for an Uber to find them than it would be to just go on foot.
He turned, walking through the door as he listened to her response. V paused for a second, waiting for Sadie to step out of the bus, painfully aware of the other band not too far away. He glanced over, quickly moving his gaze back to his band mate, thankful his shades probably hid the quick glance to them. Almost the whole other band was outside, and V was silently hoping they either wouldn't notice them or wouldn't say anything.
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Mercedes | Singer, Band 1
Sadie gave V a flat look, though there was a teasing look in her eyes. "I'm not that much of a priss, am I?" She placed a hand on her heart, feigning hurt before she laughed, dropping her hand and shaking her head. V turned and walked off the bus, and she followed, hopping down the last step and landing not so gracefully on the ground. "I gotta get better at that." She muttered, pulling herself up to her full height-- which was still shorter than all three guys in the band-- and looking over at V. He was wearing his shades, but she could see the anxiety pulling at the corners of his lips, causing her own to twist downwards in a frown.
One glance to her left told her one reason he was anxious. She stared a little too long, mostly curious about them and what their thoughts were on the situation. It was evident that neither band was happy to be here, at least from the looks on their faces and what she knew about her own bandmates. She thought for a moment, then decided fuck it. She waved at them, then turned and started walking with V towards the cafe. "You said just a couple blocks? I could definitely use the exercise, my legs are cramped after being on the bus for so long."
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