Leviathan

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“You misunderstand me Matt; I am not worried in the least.” She said with an air of confidence just before sinking her pearly white teeth into the delicious pizza. After finishing all but the crust she flung the scrap to Crocell who caught it instantly within his maw. She rarely fed him junk food but he had been especially good today and deserved a little something yummy. Petra crossed her legs in a pretzel and stretched her arms toward the ceiling nonchalantly while listening to the band-mates collaboration. No matter what issues or repercussions her friends were willing to accept them graciously and she respected them for that.

As the conversation pressed on Matt’s rambling became apparent and the impish guitarist began smirking from amusement. Clearly, he had been speaking about himself on the worried part. “I am free whenever you guys decide to make shit happen. Either day works just fine.” Everyone could make their own schedules at Voltic, and as an apprentice she could work with anyone at the shop. She received very little pay as it was so staying from open to close was usually the way to go anyway, and she did not mind. Hopefully this show would propel them to greater heights so she could begin cashing in; the gods knew she needed every cent.

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glad that grandma is better. ^^

& Ty, -gasps- you posted twice?

you're on a roll. ^^

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Petra sat quiet unlike her fellow band mates who were elated; did they even receive the same news? Her contemplative russet colored hues downcast upon a discolored bruise on her leg that she received from sleepwalking a couple of nights ago. Her expression not pleased in the slightest though she scanned about the room one last time at the hopeful faces of the band, and tried to relax a bit…and not sound like a total bitch while raining on their parade. She cleared her throat before speaking, a clear sign that her dialogue would not be pleasant.

“What you’re saying is that we’re filling in for a band but the fans don’t know it? Yeah, doesn't sound like anything bad could happen at all. Booed off stage, a riot, beer bottles lobbed at our heads…” Her tone sounding extremely sarcastic while she smirked imagining the chaos. A light laugh could be heard while she restlessly combed a few fingers through her gleaming dyed tresses. “So, I think that set list is the least of our problems Søren.”

Zippered heels were placed on the ground before bringing her cup into the kitchen for some water. This gig was going to be a disaster and she would be the one saying I told you so. After her quick fill of water she returned to the group and folded both arms in a reluctant manner. “I like a challenge…let’s do it.” Her eyes rolled from defeat knowing good and well that she’d follow this group of trouble makers to the ends of the earth…or an apocalypse. Her smile could not be contained any longer and she sat back down. “We have a lot of work to do...” Her gaze lingered on the drummer for a moment before reaching for another slice of pizza.

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no worries, stop apologizing. it's not your fault.

work is well my friend. i had the day off but back tomorrow i go...

yay.

anywho, welcome back! missed ya but you resting is much more important. ^^

i am working on my post.

is grandma still doing better Josh?

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kk!

-waves- hi M!

welcome back. ^^

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alrighty, thanks for the update.

hope all goes well.

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Sirenia & Lucas.
"Sounds like a date then." A warm smile appeared on her rose tinted lips before she gave her attention to the speech-giver. The man reading the dull dialect seemed to be boring even himself but thankfully a ruckus near the pool pulled everyone's eyes toward that direction. Lucas' words to make a get-a-way sounded too tempting to refuse, and just what she was thinking. “Love to.” She smirked and took his hand within her own leading them to the private exit where paparazzi were not allowed to dwell.

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Morning rays of light illuminated through the modern glass mansion warming the blocky cold structure. Some of the first floor’s top to bottom glass walls were open allowing fresh air to flow through. Another day survived in sunny Hollywood no less—everyone deserved a pat on the back for lasting here. Among the spacious open plan living room a dainty fresh faced woman sat on a plush sectional sofa pretzel legged. Her fingers searched for the marshmallow pieces from a box of Lucky Charms to eat. Nearsighted hazel hues were watching the news behind slim black frame glasses but in the corner of the 70 inch tv a PIP played FUNimation. Sirenia had already showered and wore her damp two toned hair pulled up into a messy bun atop her head. Even though little make up adorned her face, perfectly drawn in eyebrows per usual could be seen. She remained in an over-sized sleep shirt with bare legs covered by a faux fur blanket, completely relaxed and carefree. No one would have guessed she spent the entire previous night drinking, body surfing at a concert, and enjoying Lucas's company since she appeared bright eyed and perfectly aware.

Numerous text messages lit up her phone from last nights after events this morning. Her friends had welcomed the athlete with open arms and many beers to his heart’s content. They seemed to approve of Lucas like she figured they would. The atmospheres at those types of gatherings were rowdy yet extremely friendly like a bizarre long lost family. Though Sirenia’s ex Michael McNeiland unexpectedly showed up at the last minute, the mismatched duo politely excused themselves before he could awkwardly greet them. A flood of messages were also received after updating her website but she made sure to leave out the random night with the hockey star. Not the type of woman to kiss and tell but most of all she respected other people’s privacy as well. Her fans would have been blind sighted most likely, and not known how to take the information of the two spending time together.

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Lucas's opened his green eyes to a mismatched taste, the dryness of a mouth that had hit the bottle hard the night before and the sweetness of a lipstick. He pulled himself up from the bed, a nice décor surrounded him. Certainly wasn't his house. Heated floors, a nice tough. He walked across the room to what he assumed was the master bathroom and cleaned up his face. After a couple or swigs of tap water to rehydrate himself, Luke pulled on his clothes, which were scattered across the room. Folding his once clean jacket up into his arms, he left the bedroom and descended the stairs. Sure as the sky was blue, there in the large living room, Sirenia sat watching tv. Lucas cracked his stiff neck and walked up to the couch where she lay. "Morning" He smiled softly before taking a seat at the bottom of the plush suite. "So before we enter any awkward morning after talks, I want to say thank you. You taking me in for the night probably stopped me from having my face all over the news today or from waking up in a holding cell. So thanks for that. I had a really great night. So, awkward morning after talks, you first, go!"

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She watched Lucas casually stroll toward the sofa and sit down upon it while she crunched on a rainbow shaped marshmallow. “Good morrow” She impishly replied as her French manicured fingers popped another marshmallow into her mouth. She could not help but smirk at his humorous words and was a bit taken aback by the rest of his dialogue. His speech about appreciating how she had let him crash at her place for the night was amusing…perhaps he was a true gentleman after all. Receiving thanks for saving someone from them self was a first for her but hopefully not the last. Sirenia simply nodded in acknowledgement because it was really no big deal, and she had enjoyed the eventful night. As far as awkward morning after talks, well, she felt pretty un-awkward in this moment. On top of bliss she felt a bit surprised that he had not come up with an excuse to immediately take off—he deserved a treat.

“This should tide you over while I mix up some dark chocolate waffles.” She handed him the box of cereal, and then hopped up to head into the modern stainless steel kitchen…she never made food for herself let alone a guest. This would be interesting.

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I wanted to see that movie. ^^

Heard mixed reviews.

Is it any good?

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wootwoot! ^^

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i be working on me post. ^^