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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 26, 2007 10:11:11 GMT
"hmm..." he mumbles as he keeps reading.
"Hey, says here that Metallica will have a show in North Carolina next month. Wonder if Faye knows about that"
He was a big musiclover and loved rock-concerts/shows. He had nothing against Metallica, but of course he liked their old sound better than what they were doing now and his passion was more hardrock than that. He figured the tickets, if there were any left, would be pretty expencive though.
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Post by Lana on Jan 26, 2007 10:42:33 GMT
"Metallica? Would be pretty cool to go there... If I won that rotten Contest and got a fricking load of money", - I say quite bitterly. - "Right now I don't think I could afford something like that", - I sigh and get up from the chair, stretching.
"Let's go out tonight?" - I say out of a sudden. - "I am sick of sitting at home all the time".
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 26, 2007 11:08:04 GMT
"hm..whatever" he shrugs. He hasn't been out partying for sometime now, being too focused on his band and reading music-theory, but even he needs some time off the music aswell (as weird as it might be), so actually he wouldn't mind go out tonight.
"You can sit if you want" he says and nods towards the computer which he doesn't turn off as he stands up, swigs the rest of his coffee before putting the empty cup in the sink and walks into the second bathroom (which is more 'his') to take a shower.
Might aswell be up now after I had coffee anyway...otherwise it was a total waste of coffee.. he thinks as he takes his clothes off and steps into the shower
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Post by Lana on Jan 26, 2007 11:49:18 GMT
"Yeah, OK", - I say, shifting closer to the computer and checking my mail and a few LiveJournals. About twenty minutes later, I stand up and look around the apartment, wondering what I could do here, and, actually, having absolutely nothing on my mind. Mentally I thank Faye once again for having fucked up this Saturday and walk to the room.
"To hell with that coffee..." - I lie down on by bed and snatch a book from under my pillow: Sigmund Freud, the Psychology of Subconscious and start reading it.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 27, 2007 8:48:05 GMT
After awhile he comes out of the bathroom, his towel tied around his waist and he walks into his bedroom to get some clothes;
A black tight t-shirt, his black jeans and of course his black cap. He dries his hair messily with his towel before putting his cap on and then hangs the towel to dry over his door and walks back into the livingroom as he pick his phone out from his pocket. He has one unread textmessage and he walks slowly as he reads it. It's from his girlfriend Carla that he's been with for a month now.
'We need to talk' it says.
That's never a good sentence, is it?
She had sent it late last night and he figured he shouldn't call her now at 7 in the morning, he'll wait until later
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Post by Lana on Jan 27, 2007 9:43:45 GMT
Sarah sighs and lays the book off, not being in the mood to read it and being plain unable to concentrate on Freud right now. Her thoughts drift off to her undone literary work, to the shitload of stress at University, to her parents who call every week and try to control her life, which is simply impossible, 'cause hundreds and hundreds of miles, thankfully, divide them.
When her parents sent her to Virginia, she hated the new place, 'cause all the friends of hers stayed in London. Though, they weren't real friends - just someone who'd always supply her with marijuana or cocaine. However, they were her 'gang' and she didn't feel lonely.
Soon enough she learnt to live here as well, and was glad to know that her parents were miles away. That she could do whatever she wanted to do.
And still, there was some anxiety inside, something she could never get rid of, except for the times when she was high on drugs or heavily drunk. Anxiety, worry, loneliness...
"Shit", - she mutters and gets up, looking around the room to find some proper clothing instead of just her undies. Getting dressed, she goes to the livingroom, figuring she might just spend some useless time online, chatting.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 27, 2007 9:48:45 GMT
He put his cellphone back in his pocket without writing a reply
7 in the morning...
he walks back into his room to get his I-pod and then he lays down lazily in the couch in the livingroom, the music roaring from his headphones and he softly drums along with it on his thighs. He's too alert to go back to sleep, since the coffee is doing its job good now
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Post by Lana on Jan 27, 2007 16:51:33 GMT
Entering the livingroom, Sarah sees Blake. "Coffee done its job?" - she smirks and, getting no reply, realizes that listening to such loud music, Blake would hardly be able to hear anything else, even an atomic bomb explosion if it happened in the neighbour-house.
She walks around the livingroom, bored and not knowing what to do; finally decides to kill the time online, while, unexpectedly enough, the phone calls. She frowns and takes the receiver, wondering who the hell could call so early: "Hello?"
For a moment there's no reply and then a girl's voice asks whether Blake is at home. "Yeah", - Sarah answers and shakes Blake by the shoulder, giving him the phone.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 27, 2007 17:43:00 GMT
He looks up a bit surprised at Sarah and then at the reciever. He frowns slightly, thinking it's one of his classmates or something...eventhough that might not make sense either at 7 on a saturday morning.
He removes his headphones, letting them be around his neck and he turns the music off before he answers;
"Yeah?...hey..!" he sits up normally in the couch, looking focused on what the person on the other line is saying
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Post by Lana on Jan 27, 2007 17:54:15 GMT
Sarah mouthes: "It's Carla", - and shrugs slightly, wondering whether she'd better leave the room and let them talk privately or not.
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