house of cards.[eve : D]

[Mateo Camargo]

{and i'm afraid that maybe one day'll you'll find out}

Tourbuses. They were a great getaway but on the other hand, they were suffocating. And boring. NOT WHEN YOU HAD A X-BOX! That was Mateo's hypotesis. He was keeping entertained, a headset fit to his ears and his eyes focused on the television screen where a man in an armored suit ran across a field carying a huge honkering grenade launcher on his shoulder. HALO? YES HALO. It was a fun way to pass the time. Mateo's thing was that he liked to yell and curse at the screen, though. It was sort of annoying to anyone that was in or around the tourbus. Oh well for them. They'd have to either deal with it or find somewhere else to go 'cause Mateo wasn't going to stop just for them. He had an awful addiciton to swearing, it was no secret.

Alright, this was slowly having the fun sucked right out of it. He sighed and made a face at the television as he climbed up a long stretch of walk that hid him. He paused the game and pulled his Blackjack out of his pocket. He went on the menu and found messaging. 'Create A New Message". Click. Hmm. Who did he want keeping him entertained? OHH. The only person who had a constantly charged battery. EVELYN. He quickly pushed the keys on the phone, sending the text message as fast as he could. He wanted adventure! He wanted to take risks. Okay, all he really wanted was someone to chill with and be completely stupid with and she was the very first person that came to mind. "Yo, hoe. Still have my tour pass? GOOD. Kay? Get your BUTT over to my tour bus. Like yesterday. Kthnx." He shoved his phone back in his pocket and unpaused his game again.

He started yelling at the television again when someone started shooting at him so whoever he was on LIVE! with would be able to hear his terrible mouth. It wasn't even funny how much he cursed. Okay, maybe it was because it was so frequent that you could only laugh. "YOU FUCKING MORON!" He screemed at his character as the guy tried to jump up and ran into a wall. He stood up, pushing the joystick as far as it could go acting like it would actually make him go any faster. Yah, needless to say, it wasn't doing any good. But he was getting away from the idiot shooting at him. Even though it was adrenaline pumping, it was still getting boring. That hoe should get her asss there pronto.[/blockquote][/color][/font]

[Evelyn Daniels]

"NOTE TO SELF: I MISS YOU TERRIBLY! THIS IS WHAT WE CALL A TRAGEDY. SO COME BACK TO ME, BACK TO ME, TO ME!" A very, very hyper Evelyn screamed from inside her living room, the music blasting through out the house. Eve lay sprawled out on her couch, her puppy Em Dee cuddled on her stomach. Yeah, Em Dee as in Mountain Dew. Something everyone loved, or should love, because if they didn't Evelyn would kill them. But don't tell the authorities she was the masked killer, please! Haha. Just kidding. But what if she was? What if she was like Spider-Man, except she didn't have a costume, wasn't a superhero, and didn't shoot webs everywhere? Or save people? What if, instead, she took the bus and killed people instead? Woooow, that'd be weird. And what if Mateo was the superhero?

Evvy shook it off her thoughts. She didn't want to think about it. Mateo in tights, HAHA. Funny, eh? I'm so creative it hurts. "Cennle, Em Dee." She said, and watched as Em Dee leaped off the couch and onto her small padded bed. Eve grinned, standing up and running into the kitchen, her phone vibrating in her hoodie. She quickly took it out. ONE NEW MESSAGE? Ooo. From who? Jesus? Yeah, probably. He just couldn't stay away from her. He loved her too much. But the Bible said he loved everyone...WAIT A MINUTE, WAS HE CHEATING ON HER? That loser. She'd have to get him back later. But now it was time to leave, time to go keep Mateo company.

After grabbing a Mountain Dew, Evelyn gave her dog a goodbye pampering before dodging out the door. She hopped into her car and sped down the road. A few minutes later, she parked in the parking lot of the festival, slowly getting out and jogging over to the tourbus area. She flashed her pass at the security and walked through, gazing at the other tourbuses as she made her way over to Madina Lake's. Knowing that she was surrounded by famous people really didn't effect Evvy. Sure, it was exciting - but she wasn't the type of 'zomgz lolz wtfz celebrityz!' girl. Being a medic here and all, Evelyn nearly met half the bands here. It was fun, don't get me wrong. She loved it, and all the bands she had met.

Evelyn knocked on the tourbus door, hopping on one foot as she held her coat tighter around her body. "Jesucristo! lo's resfriado fuera aqui! abierto el puerta, Mateo!" Evelyn shouted into the door, completely aware that Mateo probably didn't understand spanish. Oh well, his fault. There were certain words she had said that he was just too young to hear.

This was for his own good.

[XDDDD! translation: Jesus Christ! It's freezing out here! Open the door, Mateo! Yay for www.spanishdict.com/ XD]

[Mateo Camargo]

{take my hand, let's get famous}

"GOD- YOU FXCKING PIECE OF SH!T. CAN YOU NOT GO THE WAY I AM TELLING YOU TO GO MOTHER FXCKER." Okay, this swearing was a little much. But so was watching the same damn thing respawn over and over again. It was really annoying and you wanted to just jump through the TV and kick it. Then again, it was probably operator malfunction. So this was probably serious proof that video games really did turn your brains to mush. And it wasn't the good kind of mush either. It was like those kind of nasty mashed potatoes that weren't all nice and creamy but disgustingly chunky and gross to where you don't even want to eat them, you just feel like sitting there and poking at them watching the big pile of mush slop around everywhere because it's not worth subjecting your body to that. No one should ever do that to their own bodies. That's just inhumane torture. And somehow, Mateo's thoughts have managed to drift from his idiot on Halo in front of him to the fact that his brain was just like yucku mashed potatoes that were really gross and disgusting and no one wanted a part of them because they were just that gross. What would you do if your brains were like that? You would probably be a little more than freaked because it's like "OMG MY BRAINS ARE TTLY MUSH." Scary.

So now, Mateo was seriously convinced that he was becoming stupider with each minute he played this game. It was addicting though. It was like your brain waves were linked into the game and you couldn't just drop the controler and take off the headset because you were so hooked to blowing other people to a billion tiny little pieces and watch as they had to respawn and start looking for those badass amazing weapons again. OH WAIT. What was that? ROCKET LAUNCHER! Mateo pushed the pad stick as forward as it would go trying to get to the huge piece of weaponry before anyone else could get it. Wait a minute! Plasma sword! He turned in course and grabbed the sword. Mwuhahaha. Now he was going to go on a killing spree. Those were always really fun. Majorly. He ran up behind some guy and WAPSLASH. Dead.

Dude. He seriously needed to put it down. but he couldn't just walk away from it and leave it there. It was calling out to him and it was a huge addiction but he did realize that he had company coming over soon. So he was going to have to drop it eventually. But it wasn't that easy! It was like a drug calling out to you begging you to just take it and then you'd be sane. But Mateo thought he'd be sane if Eve showed up. Actually, he would probably be more insane than he would be sane. She tended to have that effect on people. You could take a completely serious person, stick them in a room with Evelyn Daniels and you would pull them out two hours later and wow. Did they seriously go crazy? Ut oh. Speghettios. They'd probably crazy and like "OH SH!T MADE ME CRAZY." Typical idiot people.

He was still debating on to put it away and turn it off or not. He knew he needed to but he just couldn't do it. It was so hard. Like.... you couldn't just drop it. You had to pick it up again and then keep playing it. He stopped though when he heard Evelyn pounding on the door and screaming. "Sostenga en un minuto, Jesús. Su asno no va a caerse si usted está parado hacia fuera allí suficientemente largo para que camine a la puerta. SPONGEBOB. Apesadumbrado. Apenas embromando. IM VINIENDO!" He jumped up and almost ran to the door, flinging it open. "Of all people, you should know I know spanish. Jeez." He grinned, stepping aside and letting her in. "You got my text message I take it?"

[o o c// translation:Hold on a minute, Jesus. Your ass isn't going to fall off if you stand out there long enough for me to walk to the door. SPONGEBOB. Sorry. Just kidding. IM COMING!][/color][/font][/blockquote]