Somewhere I Belong ~ OPEN

[Brodie Dhonchaindh]

You Like Snow. But Only If Its Warm.
You Like Rain. But Only If Its Dry.

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No Sentimental Value For The Rose That Fell On Your Floor.
No Fundamental Excuse For The Granted I'm Taken For.

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[Travis Armstrong]

It surely seemed like his life was finally going to just stop. It finally seemed like he had done too much to even live anymore. He drank constantly and didn't stay sober long enough to accomplish much. Yes, he had his music and was actually a rather productive drunk when it came to music, but it seemed like the band was slowly falling apart and that his skills were getting better, and they still wanted to play three-chord progressions and not progress at all. What was he doing with himself?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He drank away any pain he had and he drank away any happiness he had. He was an alcoholic, perfect in every sense of the word. His entire life had been nothing too eventful and his life had ended up with him as a dirty street punk that had a lot of talent. And then he fell out of being a street punk and became a bit of thug. He still had all this anger in him that he could never explain, but that didn't matter to him. He didn't mind being angry.

But why was it that today he found himself at the Gardens in New York City? He honestly couldn't remember coming to home the night before and he couldn't remember the girl's name that he woke up next to. He should have stayed at his place until the bitch woke up, but he had better things to do. But not really. His 'better things' led him down to the gardens and now he really didn't have a reason to have left his place anyway.

Lighting a cigarette up, he looked across the vast place that he really didn't like all that well. But then he noticed someone that he hadn't seen in quite a long time. He hadn't talked to her since he heard that she was no longer into his scene of partying and adultery. But, being the kind of person he was, Travis walked over to Brodie, in hopes that maybe she would be at least somewhat happy to see him. "Hey killer." he said, his voice rough.

[Brodie Dhonchaindh]

'Cause it's easy not to
So much easier not to

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She had to take a few moments, thinking about who it was, about what his name was again because she couldn't remember, she couldn't remember much about anything these days. Brodie sat there for a moment. She would have rather rallied round a table to argue out the last scenes of her band, she wanted to be able to yell at them she was ok and she would never see them again but that wasn't true. because Brodie wasn't ok. And she wanted to see them again. She wanted to see Deryck.

It felt like she was a thousand miles away and out of oxygen, she was a mess, physically and mentally. "Hey...how are you?" She asked she couldn't lie about what had happened there was just too many signs. She drew her knees to her chest and looked at him. Christ she must look pathetic. Just wait for the high to wear off and start again, she thought. Though this time round...it was empty. Not like usual. "You ok?" She asked him again, trying to detract away from herself. Thats what she did when she wanted to avoid things, changed the subject. "How's everything been lately"[/color][/blockquote][/ul]

And what goes around never comes around to you

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[Travis Armstrong]

His eyes stayed on her and watched thoughts run across her. He knew that she was under the influence of something but he wasn't entirely sure of what exactly that somethign was. Sure, he drank and smoked cigarettes left and right, but he didn't do drugs. He didn't care if others did them, but he wouldn't touch the stuff because he knew exactly what would happen to him: addiction.

His eyes continued to stay with her as she spoke, but he didn't respond right away. "I've been alright." he told her. He had heard about the band and knew that this was probably some sad result of that. He ran a hand over the sides of his head and looked back down to her. "Are you alright though? I mean, you look like you've been up for days..." he mentioned, avoiding the formalities. He just wanted to know that this girl, that this old friend, was alright.