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[ROSIE WILSON!]

I WANNA FEEL WEIGHTLESS

When she had woken up that morning, Rosie was rather surprised to see sunshine filtering through the curtains on the bus. It was heading towards summer, so it was almost expected for the weather to be finally warming up, but for some reason, the sight of the sun upon first waking up made Rosie incredibly happy. Summer was on its way, and that meant one thing to the petite redhead: the beach.

Being born and bred in Canada, beach opportunities were unfortunately rather rare for Rosie. It was either too cold, or there wasn't an actual beach nearby. Of course, there were the fresh water beaches at lakes and stuff, but they weren't real beaches. And while a beach in Chicago, Illinois was hardly a real beach, either, Rosie was far too impatient to wait until Florida or even California until she was able to soak up a little sun.

It had been relatively early when Rosie had woken up, so it was tough flicking through her contact list and trying to find someone who would be up to trekking down to the local beach. When she found someone she knew would love the adventure, Rosie felt a smile cross her face. Flicking Bronx a text, Rosie got herself ready, and then finally, armed with her bucket and spade, she marched over to the Disturb the Peace bus to pick up her friend.

Thankfully, the beach wasn't a long walk from the tour grounds, and before Rosie knew it they were there. It was a little colder than she had anticipated, the wind that came off the sea was fairly strong, but it didn't bother Rosie. Immediately, she had started digging, already preoccupied with coming up with plans on how to build the biggest sandcastle she had ever seen.

It was now approaching midday, and Rosie wasn't even halfway done. It hadn't helped that she and Bronx had been rushing off to get ice cream every half an hour, or ran into the sea for a quick swim once or twice to test the water. Finally, however, the castle was taking shape. A turret was slowly rising from the shapelessly mound Rosie and Bronx had constructed. But as she dug her spade into the sand to make the turret taller, her spade cracked, leaving Rosie holding the handle, with the rest still buried in the sand. 'Oh no!' she exclaimed, hastily trying to dig out the other end of the spade. When she had done so, she held it up for Bronx to see. 'Broooooonx!~' she called over to where she had sent him shell hunting. 'My spade broke!' A small pout crossed Rosie's features, despite the spade having cost her next to nothing. Still, how was she meant to finish their castle now?

WORDS 466 TAGGED BRONX/NATE NOTES HOPE IT'S OKAY. KINDA SHORT ><

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[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] When Bronx heard the trill of the text message alert coming from his phone, he was in the middle of playing with his macaw. He was trying to keep quiet so as to avoid waking up the rest of the guys, but it was difficult when Lucy wouldn’t keep showing off his tricks and he kept cheering the bird on. However, as soon as he heard that he had a text message that had obviously just showed up in his inbox, he stopped almost immediately to go investigate. Usually when he woke up, he had a good hour or two where he was seemingly the only one on the entire planet that was awake. This time, however, someone was not only awake, but they’d opted to throw him a text. Needless to say, he was going to be bummed if it was just one of the guys from their bunk telling him and his bird to shut up. Luckily for him, that wasn’t the case – it was actually a redheaded lady that he knew very well, requesting his presence on an adventure. He had been having fun spending time with Lucifer, but he wasn’t about to reject the invitation. Bronx sent a quick reply to Rosie before he changed out of his pajamas and put on whatever he could find for clean clothes. He had no idea how quickly his lovely friend would arrive, but he didn’t want to slack off and force her to wait for him. Of course, it never took him very long to get ready and this morning was no different. After throwing on some clothes, it’d just been a manner of fixing his hair, which only took a little bit longer than usual because Lucy kept trying to steal the comb from him. The finishing touch was a little body spray and he was good to go. It wasn’t long after that before Rosie had dropped by to get him and they were on their way down to the beach. The sandcastle building, all in all, was completely entertaining. Despite the childish antics that he always got himself into, he hadn’t spent time building anything with sand in longer than he could remember right then. Even though they only had one spade and one bucket, of which were Rosie’s, that didn’t stop Bronx from participating. By the time the petite girl sent him off too look for decorative shells, the shins of his pants were brown and sand was built up underneath his fingernails. Grasping the handle of the stolen bucket he now had, his focus was now completely geared towards finding shells for their sandcastle. Every few minutes he’d find a nice one and call out over his shoulder to let Rosie know he had, but otherwise he was focused. It was only until the girl had shouted to him that he paused and turned to look at her, assessing the now broken spade in slight disbelief. “How’d you manage that, darlin’?” he questioned, a small laugh escaping. “Those things are built for kids abusing them.” Looking at the shells he’d collected, he deemed it enough for their sandcastle and walked back over to sit down next to Rosie. “Well, I guess you’ll have to use your hands! Surely you didn’t come to the beach expecting to leave clean.”

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555 words / it was perfect! c: they're gonna be such cute friends

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[ROSIE WILSON!]

I WANNA FEEL WEIGHTLESS

The last sandcastle Rosie had made was a long, long time ago. It hadn't even really been made of sand; the majority of it was twigs and branches she had picked up along the edge of the lake her parents had taken her on holiday too. She'd planned to make one tha resembled one of the castle's in her story books, very grand with turrets, a staircase, and even different levels! Unfortunately, it was a complete disaster. It collapsed before she had even started on the awesome architectural designs she'd had in mind had begun to form, and not even her father's help could have salvaged it. In the end, Rosie had given it up as a lost cause. But upon arriving at the beach that morning, Rosie had been determined to make this sandcastle work. Her cheap plastic spade, however, obviously had a different plan.

Rosie's pout only increased in size as Bronx let out a laugh, although it was more for show. Her hands still clutched the broken spade, and Rosie almost refused to believe that she had indeed snapped it clean in half. 'Well, I don't know,'

[/color] She shrugged, her pout being replaced with a rather sheepish smile as her eyes looked from one piece of the broken spade to another and then holding them up for Bronx to see once more. 'I was just digging with it, I promise! Maybe I'm just too strong...'[/color] Letting out a laugh, Rosie flexed her arm muscles. As a drummer, Rosie's arms weren't all that strong, but well defined, and as she flexed a little muscle was visible. The sight of her own puny arm made her laugh, and she quickly put it down again to save herself the embarrassment.

Rosie hummed quietly as Bronx told her she had to use her hands and shouldn't expect to leave the beach clean. His words brought a smile to her face. She was far sandier than he, the grit and dirt under her nails, all over her legs, and Rosie could even feel granules of sand in her hair. It was going to take a lot to wash the sand entirely from herself before returning to the tour grounds. 'So what shells did you find, hun?' she asked, putting down her broken spade for now and leaning over to have a look at what Bronx found. Without out waiting for an answer, her hand dove into the bucket, pulling out the first shell she could grab.

As she looked at it, turning it around in her hands, Rosie's eyes lit up and her grin widened. 'This one's so beautiful!'[/color] she gushed. Everything about the shell was perfect, from it's scalloped shape to the rosy pink hue. She ran her fingers over it dozens of times, before finally accepting such a gorgeous shell could exist on a quiet beach in Chicage. 'Kind of reminds me of Ariel's bra... Except not purple.'[/color] Rosie said with a laugh, referencing one of her favorite Disney movies. Looking at it a few moments longer, Rosie decided to put it aside, sparing it so that it could go in pride of place on the sandcastle when it was finally completed. [/blockquote]
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WORDS 545 TAGGED BRONX/NATE NOTES YA! THEY'RE AWESOME. :3

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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] Now that Bronx found himself perched on his knees next to his bright redheaded friend, he assessed that she had already built of the sandcastle in progress. He had, obviously, helped her built part of it; but then she sent him off to find some shells, which he was content with too. Just as long as they didn’t leave the beach until they molded the sand into an awesome castle, Bronx was fine with whatever she wanted him to do. After all, that was one of the rules he liked to live by. When he was a young boy, he never stepped foot off the sand without building even a little one, so he didn’t see any reason to quit the tradition now. The only thing was that the stakes were higher now that he was older and more able, especially with Rosie here to help. He looked down at the two broken pieces when she held them up again, a mischievous grin only barely playing over his features. He scooted back a couple inches then, before he started digging in the sand directly in front of him. While he did so, he occasionally glanced up at the girl he was with, still paying attention to the things she was telling him. “Hmm…” he said suspiciously, trying to keep a straight face only to feel another smile play on his face. “Are you positive that all you were doing was digging?” Before he knew it, she was flexing her arm and he couldn’t resist laughing along with her. That wasn’t to say he thought she was puny by any means, but the fact that she was flexing paired with the look on her face was too much. By then, Bronx had dug a small hole next to the sand castle, only a few inches deep. Once it was done, he reached for one of the pieces of Rosie’s spade, placing it in the hole. “Would you like to say a few words?” he questioned, laughing again. The state of the spade was essentially old news when they switched over the shells he’d collected, his face lighting up a little bit. He was certainly happy enough to talk about them, since he’d found a couple that he really liked. He couldn’t say that he’d ever beach combed before in his life, if only because it was plenty boring for an energetic guy like him. Surprisingly though, this time, he was oddly excited about the whole thing. It was probably because he and Rosie’s awesome sand castle would benefit from his beach combing this time, but either way, he was excited about the shells he had found. Her reaction to the first shell that she grabbed called directly to Bronx’s ever-dominant inner child and before he knew it, he was grinning and clapping his hands together in a particularly childish manner. “I’m glad you like it!” He responded, forcing himself to rest his hands in his lap for the time being. “That one was my favourite.” He dropped his gaze to the bucket, grabbing it and sifting through the others that were still in there. Once he’d found a specific one, he pulled it out and set the bucket back down. “This was my second favourite!” He exclaimed, holding it out between the two of them for Rosie to look at it. The girl’s comment about the one she was holding intrigued him and he leaned forward to get an even closer look at it. He obviously hadn’t looked that hard, since he hadn’t seen the resemblance between it and Ariel’s bra. After all, he’d be lying if he said he’d never seen that movie. “You’re right!” He finally said, straightening up to a normal position once more. “I was wondering why it looked so familiar.” Setting the shell he was holding next to where Rosie had put the first one down, he turned his attention back to the castle. “What’s next?”

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660 words / argh, i'm so sorry this took me forever! D:

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[ROSIE WILSON!]

I WANNA FEEL WEIGHTLESS

"I swear!" Rosie said as Bronx questioned what she was doing with the spade. To show that she was telling the truth, she laid a hand over her heart. "It just snapped..." It was then that Rosie realized Bronx was digging a hole. It took her a moment to figure it out, the castle already had a moat, after all. But then she got it. Letting out a laugh, Rosie handed over her half of the spade to Bronx, letting him bury it in the sand. "He was a good spade," she started solemnly, though it did not take long for her to crack a smile once again. Pretending to wipe a tear away as the spade was buried, Rosie actually did feel a little sad. Memories of the last funeral she had attended were surfacing, and she didn't want to think about that right now.

Thankfully, she had Bronx to divert her attention. She grinned as he clapped his hands childishly, happy to see how excited he was. It was so infectious, that soon she was grinning like a madwoman, too. She listened intently as Bronx showed her his first and second favorites, eyes wide in wonder at how pretty these shells were. It was amazing that they were still in such good condition and not broken up like most of the beaches Rosie had visited previously. In her opinion, this beach was perfect for shell collecting. She giggled when Bronx agreed that the shell looked familiar. "Maybe we could get another one and make you a seashell and seaweed bra, hmm?" It was a joke, but it slowly dawned on Rosie how hilarious that could be. If Bronx was up for it, Rosie would definitely do it.

"What's next?" Bronx's words brought Rosie out of her thoughts once again. "Um..." Rosie said, her eyes looking at the sandcastle and tilting to the side as she thought about what else it needed. Right now, it was just a mound of sand, ready to be built upon to be made more amazing, but to do that they needed... "Sand." Rosie said simply. "We need more sand." After she spoke, Rosie realized just how stupid that sounded. They were both covered in sand, and surrounded by sand in every direction. Grabbing the bucket, Rosie tipped out the shells carefully into a pile and stood up, dusting herself of sand. It was beginning to itch. "You build some more and I'll go get some wet sand to build it up."

[/color] Rosie looked down at Bronx, hoping he didn't mind that she seemed to be taking charge. All he had to do was speak up if Rosie was being too bossy and she'd slow down. In her rush and excitement to build the best sandcastle ever, the redhead wasn't as aware of her behavior as she would have been otherwise. She'd always been a little bossy, anyway.

She returned with the bucket full of wet sand moments later, setting the bucket down in between her and Bronx and sitting down next to the castle once again. "What else should we do, Bronx?" For the first time that day, Rosie was at a bit of a loss with what to do with the castle. Hopefully Bronx would have some good ideas, because at that moment, Rosie had none. [/blockquote]
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WORDS 554 TAGGED BRONX/NATE NOTES NO WORRIES! :3

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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] If he was being honest, Bronx experienced plenty of adventures on a relatively day-to-day basis, if only because he got bored so easily. He never wanted to sleep in or laze around the house or the bus all day, because really, what fun was that? Obvious enough, his energy was too much for most people and it eventually reached the point where he couldn’t solely rely on others to come up with the ideas. He ultimately had to start doing it himself and since then, that’s what he’d been doing. Regardless, it was these kinds of adventures, like the one that he was having with Rosie that he enjoyed the most. It was childish, yes, but endlessly entertaining. To top it all off, he hadn’t been forced to initiate the outing, either. Rosie had been the one to text him and asked him to come out, which only made it better. With the pieces of the spade buried a few inches below them, Bronx all but forgot about it, moving on to the next part of their adventure. After all, the castle wasn’t done yet. He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to make of it before he’d be satisfied, of course. All he knew is that there was still work to be done. “Are you telling me that you want to dress me up like a mermaid?” He asked, smirking lightly. He entertained the idea for a moment, drawing the image up in his mind’s eye. By the time he was done, he’d let out a full laugh. “I almost want to do that and take a picture next to the finished sandcastle just to see the guys’ reaction.” He ultimately said, before he laughed again. He could almost predict his band mates’ reactions already and perhaps that was the funniest part of the situation. Turning his attention towards the castle now, he debated for a couple moments on what he – or they, rather – could do to make it more grandeur. They had come to the beach to make a wicked sandcastle, after all. It’d be a shame if they failed in their only goal of the day. “Yes!” He said, raising a fist in the air in agreement. How could one possibly make a wicked sandcastle with only enough sand for an okay one? He wasn’t sure. Even whilst the energetic redhead ran off to scoop up some more wet sand, Bronx was still at a little bit of a loss. They didn’t have any sand toys of any sort, really, aside from the bucket and a broken shovel. There’d certainly be more options, had one or the other thought to bring more – even a few household items would help them. “I think, uhm…” He pondered, studying the bucket of wet sand first, and then looking at the castle with the same sort of scrutiny. “I’m gonna have a go at adding like…” He paused, somewhat absentmindedly packing the wet sound deeper into the bucket. “A, uh. Turret thing.” He finally spit out, once not distracted by the task at hand. Abandoning the bucket, he used his clumsy, non-artsy hands to sculpt their castle into a kind of high base, hoping that it was also packed down enough to withstand what he was about to do next. “Well.” He said, looking back and forth between the castle and the wet sand in Rosie’s bucket. “Here goes nothing.” With that, he rapidly flipped the bucket over, making sure it landed at least in the general vicinity of where he wanted it. It was only then that he made eye contact with the girl, a half-mischievous, half-nervous smile on his face. “Do you suppose this is going to work?”

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619 words / i'm so bad at replying. but i love them though! i swear!

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[ROSIE WILSON!]

I WANNA FEEL WEIGHTLESS

A peal of laughter erupted from Rosie at the thought of Bronx dressing up as a mermaid. It wasn't until long after her sides started aching that Rose was able to compose herself once more. With tears streaming down her cheek, Rosie's eyes looked back to Bronx. "Yes! You have to!"

[/color] she said eventually. "The next party we go to, we are going in costume."[/color] Rosie decided with a nod, the grin still on her face. She laughed again as Bronx said he'd take a photo next to the sandcastle in his mermaid outfit. "Or we can do that! When we're finished, though."[/color] Rosie nodded again, still beaming at him.

Returning with the sand, Rosie listened intently as Bronx decided what to do with it, nibbling on her lip subconsciously as she concentrated. With the lack of shovel, she'd had to dig with her hands, and they were covered in grains of sand. Wiping them on her shorts and making her clothing even sandier, Rosie laughed as Bronx packed the sand onto the castle. "A turret sounds perfect!"[/color] Rosie commented, feeling a little silly for not thinking of it herself. All good castles had turrets, and so far, the castle she and Bronx had made was still just a mound of sand on the ground. Her eyes widened as she watched Bronx tip the bucket upside down on top of their castle's base, grinning as he asked her if she thought it'd work. Her hands worked to fix the cracks that appeared in the sand, and she let out a giggle. "Well, I hope so."[/color] she said, wrinkling up her nose. "No, it has to work, right?"[/color] Rosie questioned, moving her hands onto the bucket.

"On the count of three?"[/color] she suggested, raising an eyebrow. "One..."[/color] Rosie turned her eyes back to the castle, biting her lip again. "Two..."[/color] Unable to watch, Rosie squeezed her eyes shut, only to open a single eye to make sure she didn't ruin everything.

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WORDS 330 TAGGED BRONX/NATE NOTES UGH, THIS IS SO SHORT. SORRY!

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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] As Bronx laughed along with her, he started imagining what everyone’s reaction would be if he showed up to a non-costume party dressed like a mermaid. He was a fan of the shock factor and people would certainly be shocked if he did something like that. The only thing was, he’d probably bring normal clothes with him and change at some point through the night. He didn’t understand how some girls could dress up like that and survive the entire evening, but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to. Aside from that though, there wasn’t anything that was stopping him from committing to the act. It would be hilarious, that was for sure, and if nothing else, he’d be the talk of the party. “No, no, no.” He said with a shake of his head, through his fit of laughter. After he was able to take in a deep breath, he spoke again. “I like your idea better. But only if you dress up with me, dear. You can be my Flounder or something! That’d be so cute if you dressed up as Flounder!” He added, the excitement climbing in his tone. A short time later, he was holding Rosie’s bucket upside down on top of their sandcastle. He’d done this before and had mastered it way back when, but he hadn’t had to make sand turrets in quite some time. He wasn’t sure if he could still do it or not – and the two of them were about to find out. His gaze still on Rose, he smiled and nodded. “Count of three.” He confirmed, and fell silence while she counted. “Three!” He finally finished for her, and somewhat gently tugged the bucket up and off. What was revealed to them was a partially complete turret. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t half bad either. “Hm.” He pondered, looking between the half-crumbling turret and the bucket. “I wonder what I did wrong.” He thought about it for only a couple more seconds, before he shrugged and set the bucket down in between them. “I am truly, truly having fun building this castle, but what do you say we go dip our toes into the water?” He asked, wiggling his fingers as if they were their toes in the mud that lay under the water. Leave it to Bronx to want to break up their activities and bounce back and forth in between them. “We obviously can’t leave this unfinished, so we’ll have to come back. But I think the tide’s on its’ way out.” It was then that he turned to look at the water, as if to prove his point. “We might find seaweed! Or more shells for our castle!” He offered, looking at Rosie with the same kind of excitement that he’d had since the redhead had come around to collect him from his bus earlier.

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481 words / don't worry, doll! i don't mind short posts at all. c:

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