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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 19, 2007 16:24:23 GMT -5
An old man turned ninety-eight. He won the lottery and died the next day. [/color] [/ul][/color] It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late Isn't it ironic... don't you think? [/size][/color]
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 19, 2007 16:42:13 GMT -5
William was bored, and sore. After getting out of the hospital - he was released a few days ago - but he still got the occasional terrible headache, and his collarbone was healing, so it started hurting once in awhile. Plus it seemed everytime he tried to use his right arm he was just tugging at the stitches, which hurt a lot. Bad thing about that was he was right-handed, but he didn't complain. Not once. He kept all his complaints to himself; he didn't want to burdon his band. Pete had felt really, really guilty about dragging William with him, but William didn't blame him. The car's breaks didn't go out because Pete had told them so. It was an accident, hence the term car accident, right? William had assured him over and over that it wasn't his fault, but he knew that wasn't enough to calm Pete's emotions. But, oh well. Pete would hopefully get over it eventually. William walked towards TAI...'s tourbus, hoping to find some pain pills and hopefully sleep for awhile. The rest of the guys were always worrying over him, and it was getting a little tiring. William was an independent person; he hated it when people babied him. However, he smelled something; a smell he didn't like, but couldn't identify. He walked towards it, the smell getting stronger as he approached it. He noticed a girl, obviously working to get herself high, and raised a brow. He felt as if he should know who this girl was, and since he had a clue, he went ahead and tried out his suspicions. He got a little closer to her and leaned against a tourbus - who's it was he didn't know - and asked, "Are you Brodie?" He had no idea why he asked that, and saying he knew of her because Pete had said she did drugs or whatever would be pretty lame. But, oh well.
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 19, 2007 16:56:49 GMT -5
It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid [/color] [/b] She looked at him almost sadly. He shouldn't have been in that car. Brodie had for a moment wished she had been in there, that way she wouldn't be here any more. She wouldn't be fighting between giving in to the drug and fighting for the last part of her that wasn't broken, even if that fight could break it. [/blockquote][/ul][/color] It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures [/b][/color][/size]
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 19, 2007 19:34:42 GMT -5
William watched her. Well, he knew now why Pete was so worried, but it was really none of William's business, and he couldn't do much to help Brodie either way. He had no idea what it was like to be addicted to something - he liked his alcohol, but he didn't drink it /all/ the time. He actually drank water and all that other shit! Gasp! He had really wanted some pain killers, but he hadn't really been able to thank Brodie properly for saving his life when the car wrecked. Pete had told him that he was pulled out first, and they went back for William later, but the doctors had kept him drugged up for awhile so he wasn't fully aware of what was going on at that point. How are you feeling? He noticed the question was a little stuttered, but he took a minute to think of a response, one that wouldn't sound whiney or anything. "Better," he said, smiling. He knew she was probably very drugged up at this point, but he stayed with her nonetheless, even though he hardly knew her. Then again, she hadn't known him when she saved his life, actually. "Hey, well, thanks, you know, for what you did when the car crashed..." he fiddled with his hair, unsure of what to say and slightly embarrassed. Obviously, he hadn't had to thank anyone for saving his life before, and he wasn't too sure of what to say.
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 19, 2007 19:52:03 GMT -5
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye He waited his whole damn life to take that flight [/color] [/b] She hadn't really done anything truthfully. "I didn't do anything....just helped...thats all." She told him, her voice airy as she sat back with her eyes closed away in another world. She was thinking about Pete again, and wondering why he had been there, why had he been out driving that early in the morning. She couldn't figure out a reason why. Maybe he just had a craving for some real food...or he was going to...do something. Yes that was it. It's not like it was any of her business either. She sighed and sank down the side of the buss. "How...is Pete?" She asked him. Actually she had been torn between going to see him at the hospital and keeping her place. She didn't know him. He was just an acquaintance, it wasn't her place to be there and quite frankly she was terrified of going, she didn't like hospitals all that much. Too many people all drugged up and unlike her they had a fucking reason to have diamorphine running through her system. They didn't have a fake prescription or bought it off the street illegally. Of course that was her idea of a treat. [/color][/blockquote][/ul] And as the plane crashed down he thought "Well isn't this nice..." And isn't it ironic... don't you think? [/size]
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 20, 2007 17:06:49 GMT -5
William shrugged. "You atleast tried, didn't you? Most people would just walk away, simply thinking 'hey it's not me, so why should I care?'," William said. He'd met a lot of people who thought about only themselves; he was tired of it, and unfortuantly the conceited ones out-numbered the nice ones. But, William wasn't exactly the best person around either. He did take a lot of things for granted, but he would help someone if they needed, despite the situation. He just pwned like that, ya? "Pete's... managing, I guess. He feels pretty guilty about dragging me along. He never really told me so, but I can pretty much guess, you know?" Of course, he could be wrong, but he was pretty certain Pete did feel guilty. He tapped his finger against the water bottle he was carrying, squinting because the sun was bright. He sighed, looking down and staring at the stitches extending from his wrist to his elbow. He looked back down at Brodie, knowing fully well she probably wasn't even taking this all in. Oh well, right? Atleast he could say he tried. "You know, the whole reason Pete was driving that morning was so he could find you because he thought you took his pills. He thought you were going to overdose. Now that you're doing drugs, how do you think it makes him feel? If it were me, I'd feel like I endured all that shit for nothing. Well, basically I actually did," he said. "Not upset with Pete, but I'd be hell of a lot happier if you got clean, just so Pete wouldn't feel like he wasted all that shit he went through," he added.
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 20, 2007 17:26:35 GMT -5
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you When you think every thing's okay and every thing's going right
[/b] She said quietly, almost airly and half expecting him not to hear it. She had tried, god she had even ran away, shutting herself off from everyone and temptation to try and stop, she had ran away to that hill so no one could come and get her - that way if she made it to sunrise she could have made it. She was pretty sure if the car crash hadn't happened she would have made it. That she would still be clean and she would have made it though the night. She had been so close and given in. The sight of Pete hurt like that, of William and the pain had just been too much. She had to stop it...and it had been the only was she knew of. hard to break out a prison cell so secure. "But..it's like...swimming against a strong current when you have a lead weight tied to you." She told him almost sounding tired but she wasn't...she was just high. "Once your caught. Thats it...you don't make it out this alive." Oh she would never make it out of this alive. Brodie couldn't see a way out of it. There were no roads that lead away, they all went round and round but always back to this place. Like a spaghetti junction to nowhere. "I'm glad...that...your ok. You seem nice enough...and your a friend of Petes'...so you must be ok then."[/blockquote][/ul][/color] And life has a funny way of helping you out when You think every thing's gone wrong and everything blows up In your face
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 20, 2007 18:52:34 GMT -5
William stood there leaned against the tourbus, not staring at Brodie, not staring at anything. Just the concrete. He was thinking. About what? Well wouldn't you like to know, you little nosy... nosy person. "I really have no idea what to tell you, and I really can't run your life. But maybe if you had some people helping you it'd make it easier," William said. He was telling the truth; He had no idea what to tell Brodie, but he was atleast trying. That counted for something, right? Plus, he had no idea who Brodie was, and he had no idea what was going on with her, so he really couldn't help her without knowing a thing about her. He looked down at his fingernails, picking at them absentmindedly. He wished he could actually tell her something he hadn't heard a million times before, but he couldn't. He was clueless, basically. He listened to her next statement, wondering whether to just go and do what he was going to do before or stay and talk to her. Even though he knew none of this conversation would be remembered once the drugs wore off, really. He sighed. "You must not be too bad yourself if Pete was speeding somewhere to save your life," he said.
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 20, 2007 19:09:59 GMT -5
A traffic jam when you're already late. A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break. It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife.
[/color] [/b] She mumbled in agreeing. "My own band left me. Theres no one left." She told him just as quietly before. She didn't really see a way out of any of this yet. She didn't have anyone there when she needed it. She pushed everyone away. Made them hate her. Now when she needed them, they were no where to be found. Harsh reality of life was that when you were a bitch and people hated you, they weren't gonna help you. For a while Brodie even contemplated going back to her band, asking for their help and begging them because she didn't want this any more. She didn't want this life style, she didn't want to die like this. But would she crawl back in to the very situation that lead her to this? Stupid choice really. "I don't understand why he bothers..." Brodie stated calmly. "He doesn't understand...he can't save everyone...he should give up on me, like them all...because I'll disappoint."She already had. [/color][/blockquote][/ul] It's meeting the man of my dreams. And then meeting his beautiful wife.
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 22, 2007 11:50:17 GMT -5
He was getting slightly miffed. Wasn't the reason Pete was rushing around and speeding down a road at five A.M. her fault? No, it wasn't her fault that the breaks went out, but it was her fault Pete took off in the first place, William in tow. William didn't blame Pete; he slightly blamed Brodie for all this. Although, anything he could say right now would be so cliched and idiotic, so for a moment he didn't say anything. He honestly didn't know why he bothered to be standing here with her in the first place. He could've gone to his bus, gotten some painkillers, and napped or something. Even though sleep wasn't something that came easily, he usually ended up taking sleeping pills or something to make himself go to sleep. And even then it wasn't a very good sleep. "You want to know why he fucking bothers?" William said suddenly, his voice rising a tad. He didn't want to make a scene, but the longer he stood there the more pissed he got. "It's because Pete's a good person, that's why he bothers. He tries to help you in any fucking way he can, but all you can do is go running back to the drugs instead of going to someone who can help you. It may not seem easy at first, but atleast you could fucking try!" William shook his head, glad for once that the area was oddly deserted.
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 22, 2007 12:10:06 GMT -5
And isn't it ironic...don't you think
[/b] her voice was quiet yet with a dangerous edge. "Then what fucking happened? All it lead to was you two getting hurt so I can't win either fucking way. I know it was my fault OK. So there is no need to tell me."She took a deep breath and just looked at Will, she knew it wasn't the drugs talking, even if they were the attitude and somewhere in that outburst was the real Brodie trying to break though. [/blockquote][/ul][/color] A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think... [/color][/size]
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 22, 2007 12:44:44 GMT -5
William let out a silent sigh. He was tired. Tired of being in pain, tired of being sleep deprived. Tired of not being able to play with his own band on stage. They had canceled shows until William got better - it was, of course, awfully hard to replace a lead singer. It would be rather idiotic because it'd be like you weren't even seeing the band in the first place. Just some people trying to imitate the band you went to see. He looked around him, squinting when the sun hit his eyes. He didn't have his sunglasses with him, unfortuantly. He tapped his fingers against his water bottle some more, coming up with some random beat to pass time. "Well how do you think it looked to Pete? He came into his tourbus and couldn't find you or his pills, so what the fuck do you think he would've assumed?" William said, attempting to keep his voice down and just barely succeeding. He was cussing a lot right now, but he didn't particularly care. Christine had always told him it was a nasty habit, so he usually refrained from doing so when she was around, and he hardly did when she was away either, all because it was just a habit now. But he was getting rather angry, and it usually got hard for someone to bite their tongue when they got mad. "So you'd much rather them see you reduced to doing drugs? That's lower then withdrawl," he said.
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 22, 2007 13:02:42 GMT -5
I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey Hidden in the bottom drawer [/color] [/i] it took it all and all that is left is me, and that wont be able to put up with it much longer either..."[/b] The anger was misdirected, she wasn't angry at him she was angry entirely at herself. A deep breath as she realized what the hell she had let spill from her lips. Then she hoped it was her imagination, that she hadn't told him any of it, because now he would think she was even more pathetic. [/color][/blockquote][/ul] I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine Lend me some fresh air [/size]
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 22, 2007 13:48:30 GMT -5
"Look, your band left you and that totally sucks. I don't really know how I would control that kind of situation, but I most defiantly wouldn't do drugs. You may have done this kind of shit before they booted you out, but it's not the way to go," William said, pausing for a moment to get a breath before continuing. "You think there's no one around that cares. Well, there was a person around who cared enough to try and get you out of this lifestyle, but seems like you fucked that up too," he added. It was obvious he was pissed, ya? He turned around and began walking back towards The Academy Is...'s tourbus, wanting nothing more then some painkillers and a nap, if he was lucky. His head was throbbing now, and the rest of his body didn't feel too great either. He wasn't running from Brodie, no, but he felt as if he had said enough. He felt bad for what he said, but he didn't want to take it back either.
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 22, 2007 13:59:27 GMT -5
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you I don't want to be your babysitter You're a very big boy now
[/b] She snapped back, sniffling slightly. Had William Beckett just managed reduced Brodie Dhonchaindh to tears? I believe he has. She just stood there and looked at him, watched him walk away and she realized he was right. Someone had cared enough to try and make her see the light, Pete had cared, he didn't anymore. She had managed to push away and hurt the one person in her life who she had looked up to. Brodie had hurt Pete. She wasn't sure what the hell she could do now. Was there anyway to make it up to him? The only way was to go clean wasn't it. But how was she meant to do that all on her own? "Will..." She said, this time much more softly and god it was obvious she was crying now. "Tell Pete...tell him that I'm sorry...and that I don't want him to hate me. Can you tell him that...because he wont want to see me now."[/blockquote][/ul][/color] I don't want to be your mother I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months Show me the back door
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