perfect insanity * jessie!

[BRONX DEADMAN!]

[bg=464646][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:464646; width: 300px; border-top:25px solid #7BAB96; border-bottom:25px solid #7BAB96; padding:0;] [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Despite the fact that Bronx was already supposed to meet up with Jess, he was still wandering about the venue causing shit and confusing people. Since there was always music playing and always fans overpopulating the area, it was all too easy for Bronx to mess with people – especially since his talking macaw, Lucifer, had tagged along on the tour. It didn’t really help that Lucifer had seemingly inherited Bronx’s mischievousness, either. When the two of them had nothing better to do, they were often found somewhere on the venue site, fucking around in one way or another. He’d trained his macaw very well over the years and now, Lucifer was not only good at stealing small things a person may have temporarily set down beside them or out of partially open bags, but he was also good at returning said item and winning them over with his charm. Thus, instead of merely showing up at his bands’ signing times and meeting fans there, he’d use his charming macaw as a more creative way to break the ice. He’d find a place where fans would sit in between sets to relax or smoke and look for one wearing a Disturb the Peace shirt. Once he did, he’d send Lucy off to follow through with his antics. He’d wait then, until he saw the macaw winning them over, before running up to them; behaving like he’d lost the bird and was so glad they’d found Lucy. Sometimes it was funny because they had no idea who he was even though they were wearing his bands’ t-shirt, but most of the time it worked fabulously as a fun way to meet a fan. Bronx was constantly trying to think of new ways to do just that, because quite honestly, he didn’t want to be the band member that fans only met at scheduled signing times and that was it. He wanted to be the guitarist that fans met anywhere and everywhere, in funny and sometimes ridiculous situations. He wanted his fans to have a good story to go along with meeting him. Just as he’d sent Lucifer off to bother a girl that was wearing a DTP shirt, he realized that he was supposed to be at Jessie’s bus already, picking her up to find the nearest tattoo and piercing parlour in this city. “Oops…” he mumbled to himself, but ultimately shrugged. Pulling out his phone, he sent her a quick text: ‘Lost Lucifer… again! Be there, soon!’ Bronx had already enlightened his friend on his newest tactic to meet a fan by ‘losing’ his macaw so he knew she’d see right through his text, but that was the amusing part. Approximately twenty minutes later, give or take, Bronx was walking away from the two fans he’d just met; autographs signed, pictures taken and Lucifer perched on his shoulder once again. Seeing as he always seemed to have macaw treats on his person no matter which clothes he threw on in the morning, he rewarded Lucy with one on his way back to his own tour bus. Bronx gave the bird another one after dropping him off on the bus, leaving him behind with all of the bird toys and food that Lucy always had access to. Once his beloved macaw was safe and secure in the bus, Bronx finally made it over to Jessie’s bus, eagerly tapping on the glass of the door. Impatient and excited for the next part of his day, he yanked on the door, partially surprised to find it unlocked. “Hey!” He called, refraining from hopping up onto the bus if only because if he did, it would take longer to head off. “Jessie, c’mon! We’re late!” He teased, seeing as he was obviously the one that had made them late. “We gotta go, Noodle!”

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[JESS VON MESS!]

your light with drive them all away

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto] Even though Jessie had set her alarm for a decent hour, the snooze button was far too tempting and her body just couldn't fathom the thought of getting up at such an hour. So, instead, she slept in, not really thinking about what certain plans she had that day - okay, let's be honest, she was hung over. She a celebratory drink with the band, then another...and another. By the time it was one o'clock, or so she though, she could barely stand up or count to ten - it was a good and bad night all in one. However, the goodness of the night was highly overshadowed by the fact that she felt like death this morning; luckily it was just a headache and not the usual sickness. She assumed one of her bandmates had made her drink the three glasses of water and eat the one banana before bed. That was her hang voer cure, that as well as another banana and a glass ofwater right when she woke up. Groaning softly, she looked at her cell phone, the glass of water still clutched in her hand after she had sat up in bed. The second that it clicked what time it was, she gasped and basically launched herself out of bed. She had plans with bronx to go get something pierced and she had completely forgotten up until that moment. Luckily, she still had some time before she had to go out, but still, there was so much to do before she felt adaquate enough to go out into the world and show her face. As much as Jess didn't want to let the pressures of stardom overwhelm her, she knew that she was far too self conscious to let her fans see her without any make up - hell, she didn't let Thad see her without make up. Just as she started to brush the booze off her teeth, she heard Bronx calling from the front of the bus. She still had put on her eye make up, but other than that everything was all ready and done. With the toothbrush still in her mouth, she tried to call back out to him, "Be ou' in one shecond!" she called before she spat out the toothpaste and rinsed out her mouth with some 'scope'. Finally finished with her teeth, she ran towards the front of the bus and opened the door, seeing Bronx standing there, waiting, "Why are you just waiting out here? Come inside, stupid. I just need to put my face on." she explained. In all honesty, Bronx was probably the only person she would let see her without make up on, only because he was pretty much her closest friend and she knew that he would never, ever judge her - ever. She never judged him either, in fact she was the first person Bronx had ever told about him liking boys and Jess was more than okay with it. Jess never really understood why people got uncomfortable about people and their sexuality. Why did it matter? You're attracted to someone, then that's it, end of story. You can't change it, it's built it. People just didn't seem to understand that. Rushing towards the back of the bus, she quickly started to put on her make up, "There's some left over pasta in the fridge from last night. It's still good, if you're hungry!" she called to him as she put on her eyeliner, "I'll be out in one second, I'm just put on my eyeliner." she added, "Because you need to know exactly what I'm doing of every second of every day!" she added before she smirked and gave herself one more look over in the mirror. Letting out a soft sigh, she walked back out and met Bronx in the kitchenette area, "Okay, done. Let's go get pierced!" she explained and smiled brightly, excited about heading out. Walking towards the front of the bus, she slipped on her shoes and headed out of the bus, waiting for Bronx to follow suit. [/style]

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[BRONX DEADMAN!]

[bg=464646][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:464646; width: 300px; border-top:25px solid #7BAB96; border-bottom:25px solid #7BAB96; padding:0;] [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Once Jessie had come out to the door of the bus to let him in, Bronx all but jumped up the steps and was quick to make himself at home. After all, this was Jessie’s bus; if he wasn’t going to make himself at home, there was something terribly wrong. “Well, need I remind you of what happened last time I just stormed in to pick you up?” He responded, a mischievous grin on his face. He honestly hadn’t intended to walk in on Jessie changing. As comfortable as he was with her, she was very much like a little sister to him. The last thing he wanted to see was her without any clothes on. Thus, it was easier to make her come to the door and let him in, rather than repeating the incident. “We all know Thad thinks differently, but I prefer you in clothes, darling.” He added, a laugh escaping then. Once Jessie had disappeared again, Bronx began making himself comfortable by stretching out on the couch. He was never sure how long it was actually going to take the redhead to be ready; he’d waited anywhere from five minutes to a good fifteen or twenty. It all depended on how much of her process was already finished when he showed up. Digging out his phone, he sent off a couple random texts – one to Thad, enlightening him on the joke he’d just made, and one to Jeremy just because he could. While he was in the middle of sending them, he’d heard Jessie’s comment about leftovers, which certainly wasn’t something he was going to pass up. So, once he’d hit ‘send’ the second time and pocketed his phone again, he rolled off the couch and raided the fridge. Bronx had a full mouth of cold pasta when a whirlwind of red interrupted him. Since he hadn’t been expecting it, he half-choked on his food, pausing to finish chewing. “Surely you know by now that you can’t dangle food in front of me and then take it away.” He retorted. As if to prove his point, he sat himself back down on the couch and took another bite of the food. It was a bit of a problem for him, as some might say. It doesn’t take much to make him hungry, even if he’d just eaten a meal not long previous. And once he’s hungry, he won’t shut up about it until he feeds himself again. Fortunately, this time, Bronx found his excitement for the day to be much more important than finishing off the last of the pasta. Tossing the fork in the sink, he put the lid back on the container and put it back in the fridge. He’d come back for it later and if it was gone by then, well… the person that ate it didn’t need to know that Bronx had eaten out of it. He quickly wiped his hands on the dishcloth before following Jessie off the bus, pushing the door closed behind him. “So what are you getting pierced today?” He questioned, realizing he didn’t know or had forgotten when she’d told him. Hell, there they were, headed off to the tattoo parlor for piercings and Bronx didn’t even know what he was going to get done, himself. He’d narrowed down the list last night, but the final choice proved to be too difficult. Since then, he hadn’t bothered trying to figure it out. “Better question, what should I get pierced today?” he asked with an amused laugh. There was only about a ten second window between when Bronx leapt off of the bus to when he took off running. The truth was, he’d laid eyes on someone he recognized and his natural instinct was to tackle them right off the bat. Thaddeus had just so happened to be walking away from him with his back turned, enabling him to leap onto the taller, stronger guy’s back. “Haaaaay Thaaaad.” He greeted, before running his tongue up the side of his band mate’s face. He jumped down almost immediately afterward, swinging around to grab Jessie’s arm and run off again, tugging her away from Thad. If he let the two of them within close proximity now, he and Jess would never even leave the venue. “Byeeee Thaaaaad!” He called over his shoulder as he jogged away, careful not to hurt Jessie as he pulled her along. Once they were a good twenty-some feet away from the redhead’s boyfriend, he slowed back to a walking speed and let go of his best friend’s arm. “Sorry, girl. Couldn’t let you have a piece of the man hunk, for fear of never getting you off him!”

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[JESS VON MESS!]

your light with drive them all away

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto]Now that Bronx was now inside of the bus and she could continue one with whatever her routine was, she felt a less bit stressed about the whole thing. She hated being late, but she knew that Bronx didn't mind waiting around for a few extra minutes while she prettied herself up. She still had yet to know exactly what she was going to be wearing, but she had a general idea. Probably the usual denim shorts and band t shirts, like usual. Hearing Bronx speak of the last time he walked in unannounced, she giggled and poked her head out of the bathroom, "You have to admit, it was kind of funny afterwards." she explained before she popped back into the bathroom to quicken the pace. She knew that Bronx would eventually start to get impatient and come into the bathroom with her, hovering. If there was one thing Jess hated, it was people hovering over her shoulder, Bronx knew it and thus the reason why he did it. Jess hated that he knew her so well, just simply because of how easily he could piss her off on purpose. Then again, Jess could do the same for him, especially when it came down to Bronx and his OCD, she didn't so it often, but she do things specifically to set him off. It was how their relationship worked: cuddles, silly pet names and pissing each other off every once in a while. After she had brushed her teeth and fixed her face, she walked to her bunk, calling out and offering Bronx some left over pasta from the night before. His response made her giggle as she rummaged through her stuff and picked out a pair of shirt, denim jeans and a 'cannibal corpse' t shirt. Grabbing those articles of clothing, she walked into the bathroom, shut the door and quickly changed. Coming out a few moments later, she pushed all of her hair over to one side and walked into the kitchenette area, looking at Bronx as he asked her what he should get pierced, without hesitation, Jess answered, "Your septum again." she blurted out before nodding enthusiastically, "But you knew I was going to say that, so why did you even ask?" she asked before she smirked and grabbed a forkful of pasta from him, "I don't know, what do you think Jeremy would like?" she asked before she smirked, "Maybe a tongue ring?" she teased as she giggled and handed him the fork back. Once he had scarfed down the rest of the pasta, she watched the fork as it got thrown in the sink before she registered that he had asked her about what she was getting, "I don't know. Maybe my labret." she stated before she placed her finger on the middle of her lip, as if to feel where the piercing would be. Before she could finish her sentence, she watched Bronx walk off the bus, her quickly following suit as she slid on her shoes and jumped off the last two steps of the bus. As she landed on her feet, she looked around and, before she could even spot the man that she called her boyfriend, Bronx seemed to have his arms wrapped around him in a giant greeting. The immediate urge to walk over and do the same was too much but, once again, before she could do anything, Bronx had snatched her away and started dragging her off in the opposite direction, "No! Nothing can keep out love apart!" she replied, dramatically reaching out for Thad as Bronx kept dragging her, "I shall see you again, perhaps in another life! But it seems our love is not meant to be!" she added, becoming fairly theatrical in her actions before she gave up and let Bronx win. As they kept walking away, she pouted softly, "You'll never get away with this! Our love is like the sun!" she explained, her dramatic tone shining through, "It burns forever!" she joked before she finally broke down and laughed, "But actually..." her face went faux serious, "Not cool. I wanted some Thad love, too!" [/style]

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