A Million Little Pieces

[Lana]

The intro-thread.

~let the RP begin! ;D~

[PirateOTC]

It's late evening now as Blake makes his way home from school. The classes ended at 5 today though, but afterwards he was rehearsing with his band Crimson. They have their rehearsing-room in one of the music-class's area in the school. Almost all the students who has bands gets to practice there in their spare-time and evenings when there are no classes, they just have to write their names up on a list as a schedule and today was Crimson's turn.
After hours of rehearsing, they call it a day. The ears are ringing, the throats are soar and their hands and fingers pretty much the same. Which means it was yet another awesome rehearsing-day! After saying bye to his band-members, Blake walks home, to the apartment he's sharing with two girls, Faye and Sarah. At first there were friends teasing him of course, that he shared a flat with two girls, but he never cared. Soon they also got to learn they were cool girls, just like any other friends to Blake, but yeah he had to admit they could be a pain in the ass aswell. Good thing he had his own room. He like to lock himself up there and just sit there with his music and his guitar and forget about the rest of the world, and at times living with two girls, it was well needed...
He put his electricguitar (which is carefully locked inside its guitar-case) down as he stops by the frontdoor of the apartment to pick up his keys. It's really quiet in the corridor since the clock is way past 11 now. He keeps searching for his keys. Not in the right jacket-pocket...not in the left jacket-pocket...
frustrating..
...not in the left pocket on his pants...he pulls out a chain that is attatched to his right pocket on his black jeans and it makes a jingling sound as coins falls out, making it echo in the corridor. He finds his keys entangled in the chain. He sighs and picks up the money he dropped and detangles the keys from the chain and finally he can get indoors in the dark apartment.
The music from his ipod is roaring in his ears and you can hear it from the kitchen into the hall when he is home. He takes off his torn Converse-shoes and kicks them to the side where the rest of the shoes are (meaning only the girls shoes since...well..they are girls and have about 10 times more shoes and clothes than him). He doesn't bother to call out a 'Hello' or anything, he's not sure that the girls are home or if they are sleeping now so he simply just pushes his door open to his room, which is closest to the hallway and he disappears with his guitar in there.
He turns on the lamp by his desk. The walls are bare in his room, but the rest of the room isn't; the rug is twisted into some pile by the far wall, books and papers are scattered over his desk, the bed is unmade and some shirts are laying in a corner on the floor. In one corner it is absolutely clean though; the corner where he keeps his guitar. He walks over to his bed and put the guitarcase on it and lifts out his 'Fender Jaguar Baritone Special HH' (Picture here). If it's something he's careful about and would never just put somewhere on the floor as the rest of his stuff, it's his guitar. He has had it for a year now and it was pretty expencive when he bought it (he had saved up the money for it though), but that's just details. When he lets his fingers play over the strings, he knows it was worth every penny. The sound is perfect for his band and perfect for his ears. He never say it out loud, but he's a damn good guitar-player. He always had an ear for music and he has played guitar since he was 8. He doesn't write his own music though...not yet.. he's not sure if he's that creative yet, that he would be able to put words together into a lyric and right now it's not needed since his band only plays covers, but one day it would be cool to make own material. He makes up melodies, but mostly just sit and plays them for himself.
But enough playing for tonight as his guitar is now resting on its stand in the corner and Blake yawns and tosses his bag into another corner of his room. The music from his ipod is still roaring in his ears underneath his cap and he sits down on the side of his bed and drums on his knees along with he music until he turns it off and starts getting ready to go to sleep. It's tiring to be at school from 8-5 and then practice with his band until 11. Luckily his schooldays are only that long for one day during a week.

[Lana]

The bell rang and the students started filling out the classroom, arousing the noise of chattering and laughter. Sarah pushed her belongings into a black bag and walked to the door, ready to leave.
- Miss Amburg, would you, please, stay for a moment? – a calm voice of her Professor made her stop and turn around.
- Yes, sure, - she said shortly and threw her bag onto one of the tables, looking at the Professor expectantly.
- Do you know what I am going to talk to you about, Sarah?
She shook her head as a reply.
- Well… it’s about your literary work.
- Oh, that…
- Yes, Sarah. “That”. You know that we need to win in the contest. Most of the expectancy has been laid onto your work, because you’re a promising young author, one of the most talented ones in this year. Your work will be sent to the contest, and it’s you who can bring victory to our University.
She nodded curtly.
- But lately you’ve been displaying deteriorating results. Your works lack their usual depth; they’re worse than what I read at the beginning of the semester. Much worse, Sarah.
- Inspiration is a tricky guest, Mrs. Johnson, - Sarah said calmly.
- We both know that it has nothing to do with inspiration., - the Professor looked at the girl attentively, trying to catch her glance, but young Ms. Amburg looked away. - Your mind is busy with something else, there’s no progress in all the other studies, you’re showing poor results in all the subjects. You were among the best students, and now you’re on the verge of being expelled.
Sarah drew a sharp breath. Expelled?! She can’t be serious!
- If you have any problems you’d like to talk about, please, don’t hesitate to talk to me and, especially, to our psychologist. Get ahold of yourself, Ms. Amburg. Concentrate on your studies and keep in mind that we need that victory in the contest for our University. And it all depends on you. Now you may go.
- Yes, Mrs. Johnson.

Stupid fuck… she didn’t even let me say a word! “All we need”, “all University needs”… balderdash! All *you* need – the award, that 10 thousand dollars… greedy bitch, - Sarah thought angrily, grasping her bag and storming out of the classroom.

Walking along the corridor, she sighed and calmed down a bit. They can’t expel her like that, she hasn’t failed her exams. Yet. Yet… Yet?.. She bit her lip slightly: “Damn, the exams are drawing closer and I have all the chances of failing them… Everything just seemed to pile up all of a sudden: bad grades in all the subjects, failed tests, that damn literary work she had to hand in for the contest, friends, boyfriends, parents… Nothing was good.
Except for the rented apartment she lived in, except for her room-mates – Faye and Blake. They were unlike the rest – not nosy and not bitchy. Moreover, Blake was a guy. When her parents got to know she shared the apartments with a guy, they threw a tantrum, but, being miles away, they could change nothing…

Sarah was tired of everything: studies, fake smiles of fake friends, piled-up work… Oh, yes. Work. – she said to herself and headed to the library, where she took all the necessary books, switched on her laptop, opened “Word” and started typing. Just typing, out of the blue: random letters forming random words, in their turn forming random phrases and random sentences. Maybe she’d be able to create something; maybe her long-lost inspiration would visit her and help her finish the literary work for that goddamn Contest.

A few hours later she stretched, rubbed her eyes and glanced at the newly typed story critically. Maybe it was as bad as the previous one. Maybe it was better, but most probably it was much worse. She couldn’t care about it now: she was exhausted and wanted to sleep.
Getting everything done in the library, she headed home.

When she finally reached the door of the apartment, it was already dark outdoors and pretty late; she pulled the key out of her pocket and entered, seeing shabby Converse-boots on the floor, which could mean only one thing: Blake is at home. Sarah smiled slightly: “At least something is good today”, - she muttered and headed to her room.

[Devyn]

It was finally getting light outside again after a long night of partying. Faye walked the streets with a few other early morning stragglers, just getting back from parties and raves. She had on a pair of camo pants and short white tank top that showed off plenty of her skin and tattoos. Of course, it wasn't a very uncommon thing to find Faye stumbling home in the early morning of any day.... at least not lately. And it was putting her roommates through hell. She'd sleep practically the whole day, leaving the hours when she was awake to study so she didn't fail her next exam... it was starting to become a pattern, or maybe a bad habit more than likely.
She reached her hand deep into one of the many pockets of the pants and started to search for the apartment key. Her perception wasn't near focused and finding a key seemed like the biggest task she'd ever tried to accomplish before as she stopped near the door to the apartment building and dug her hands into each of her pockets until one of them finally clenched around the key. "Hah!" She slurred to herself, "Can't hide from me..." She reached forward and clumisly pulled open the glass doors to the apartment building and went inside. "Hellllo!" She drunkenly greeted a group of early morning girls studying for the upcoming exams. No surprise at the dirty looks she got. But they didn't bother Faye at all.
She made her way along the hallway, for once glad that their apartment didn't have any stairs to climb or elevators to ride. That would have made the already difficult task of finding the right room even more difficult. Finally she stumbled up to the room that on the outside had a green smiley face plastered over the room number. Room number green smiley face! She cracked up at her own silent joke, laughing so hard she didn't even attempt to put the key into the door yet.
Finally, when she'd calmed down a little, she managed to get the door unlocked and stumble inside. She didn't know if Sarah or Blake were even home or maybe they were sleeping-- "HEY!? ANYBODY HERE!?" She went down the hall to the right and tossed her keys into the first bedroom... that one was hers. It was a plain little room, she'd only bothered to put up one poster since they'd moved in and it was for the band Metallica, one of her favorites. There were clothes thrown all over the floor and a couple bras hanging off the ceiling fan as a joke. Her closet was wide open and even more clothes were hanging out. Her bathroom door was open as well-- it connected with Sarah's door on the other side, so they shared the bathroom. On her side, from the door you could see a whole number of hair dye bottles and jewelry everywhere. Most of it was silver chains and black diamond stuff, but nothing you'd see from a proper girl... that wasn't Faye's type. Back in her bedroom the rest of it was plain. There was a queen sized bed with brown and tan sheets and a sawed off headboard... yeah, there was an inappropriate story behind that.
"HEY!" Faye shouted again as she came back out into the white-walled hallway and walked down it, "WAKEY WAKEY!" She banged her hands on the door to Sarah's room first, then turned and across the hall beside the other bathroom, she banged her combat boot on Blake's door. There was already a huge dent in the bottom of the door from where she kicked it quite often. "Time to get up, you sleepy heads! It's 5 am already!" She really didn't know why she was waking them up, but she wasn't tired and she wanted the company... they'd be pissed... if they were even in there. "C'mon, I'll make breakfast!" That ought to get 'em up! If there's one thing she knew both of her roommates didn't like was when she was drunk and tried to cook-- last experience had almost burnt up the kitchen and she'd destroyed several pans in previous accidents.
Faye grinned now as she headed to the kitchen and started to very loudly, and obnoxiously, pulling out pans and plates, letting them clatter around on the counters. She turned on the stove and anxiously waited for it to start heating as she stumbled through the kitchen to the fridge. "Eggs, eggs, eggs..." She rubbed her nose as she pulled open the fridge and started looking around. "Where the fuck do we keep the eggs!?" She finally found a full carton on the bottom shelf and pulled it out. She walked back over the the stove and her heating pan and tossed an egg into it-- shell and all.

[PirateOTC]

Blake groaned and was now laying with his head underneath the pillow and his hands over it, but it didn't much help the commotion Faye was doing when she got home wasted...and he knew it. But maybe one morning it would help? But clearly not this day..
When her commotion wouldn't stop, Blake mumbled a curse and he sat up and rubbed his eyes with his palms and then let out a big yawn. He was wearing his underwear and a black shirt, covering up most of his body even when he slept. It wasn't like his thin body was something to show off anyway...sure he had muscles, but not really macho ones. Who the fuck cared?
He lazily walked out of his room and winced at the clattering sound from the kitchen.
"Faye..."
he mumbled with a tired voice as he walked into the kitchen and saw her.

[Lana]

As horrible noise breaks through my dreams which can't be called peaceful and calm - they almost never are - I turn over under the sheets, trying to hide my head under the pillow, trying to block the noise but it seems to be too determined to wake me up. Whoever or whatever is doing it - I don't know, through the thick fog of sleep, but somewhere, subconsciously, I know that there's only one person in this apartment who's crazy enough to come back home in the early morning and start making everyone else's life hell. That would be my room-mate...

"Faye..." - I mutter, opening my eyes and rubbing them. Getting out of bed, I stumble to the kitchen, knowing that Faye + cooking + the state she is now = POSSIBLE TROUBLE. And no matter what state *I* am in, it'll be better if I get up and try to control Faye's unlimited abilities to burn our apartment down or flow it all with water... or forget to close the fridge for a few hours and therefore let us "enjoy" the taste of rotten food.

Making my way towards the kitchen, I yawn and stretch, noticing that I am still wearing just my undies and my bra. "Uh-oh", - I mumble sleepily but keep going.

"Good... what-is-it now? Morning?" - I grin at Faye who's obviosly had a great night. - "Hey, ya, chick!" - I greet her cheerfully and then freeze a little when I see Blake in the kitchen as well, immediately remembering how I am "dressed" now.

"Err... yeah, hey, Blake", - I smirk slightly at him.

[Devyn]

Faye looked back over her shoulder at the two of them that had just come into the kitchen, still with a silly grin plastered on her pretty, but drunk face.
"Ah! There's my two roommates! My two lovely, lovely, lovely roommates!!" She turned back to the pan and tossed in another few eggs, not bothering to take the time to crack the shells. "I'm making you both breakfast." She slurred and stumbled to the side slightly almost dragging the pan with her, but she managed to stay up. "Ehem... yeah.... breakfast!" She got back on track of her thinking about, "Breakfast for Blakey-Blake and Sarah-Sarah!"
Faye reached up and rubbed her nose again, feeling it burn underneath her fingertips and she sniffed several times.

[PirateOTC]

He nodded at Sarah, he never cared how they were dressed in the morning really..

"How thoughtful.." he muttered and saw what was in the pan.
"I'm good though"
he watched her. She was better at waking people up than any alarmclock.
"So you had a great night, eh?" he walked over to the coffee maker and started it. Eventhough Faye was good at waking you up, nothing kickstarted you better than a cup of black coffee and a cigarette ontop of that

[Lana]

"Could you make me some strong coffee as well, Blake?" - I ask him since he's doing it for himself anyways.

"Faye, dear, thanks a great deal", - I smirk and carefully come up to the pan, switching the stove off. - "I think those are ready", - I roll my eyes. - "You can go to a shower now and I'll make us some toasts, deal?"

[Devyn]

Faye turned to each of them and smirked.
"I'm being shunned from the kitchen, eh?" She was drunk, but not completely daft, "Alright! Alright! I'll take a shower, but when I come back, you two had better not be asleep. You sleep too much anyway." She pointed a finger at Blake, "And yes, I had a verrrrrry good night." She in turn pointed at Sarah, "Did you bang someone or do you always wear such little clothing?"
Faye plastered and innocent drunken smile and skipped out of the kitchen towards her bathroom before either had the chance to respond.