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Post by trystan collins! on Jun 9, 2012 2:18:32 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] If Trystan had to be up by a certain time then she had no idea. She was passed out in her hotel room. Arms spread across the bed face down in the pillow, obviously the twenty three year old was sleeping off the wild drunk night she had with people, ones she probably would never see again and that just suited her fine. The small woman shifted positions, laying on her side, her arms wrapped around a pillow, hugging it to her chest. The sunlight streamed through the hotel window and Trystan let out a audible low groan as it hit her eyes. "For fuck sakes." She groaned, waking up only slightly to become conscious of her surroundings and turning her back towards the light. Only to be attacked by another stream of light. "you gotta be fucking kidding me." She muttered to herself. Her words slurred by her accent and sleep. She pulled the pillow on top of her head and fell back asleep, not even bothering to wake up and check the time. A hour later, she did happen to roll out of bed, quite literally, landing on her floor on her back with a dull thud.
Her headache hit her like a brick to the head. She ran a hand through her curly hair. Sitting up and pushing herself from the floor. "Fuck" She mumbled, stumbling around the room, trying to find the alieve or whatever the fuck she had to make this go away. Taking two of the pills followed by some water. Trystan closed all the curtains and started to go through her clothing. Figuring coffee would of been a brilliant idea right now as she pulled out a pair of jeans and a metallica shirt, throwing them both on and walking to the bathroom, cleaning her face and putting on fresh make up. She started to brush the tangles out of her hair and stopped, just putting it up so she wouldn't have to deal with it. Grabbing her wallet and phone and hotel key along with sunglasses, Trystan was out of the hotel room and well on her way to the nearest starbucks which was just a few minutes down the street. She finally found it and walked in, going straight up to the counter and ordering the largest coffee they had with extra shots of expresso. Getting it and sitting in a dark corner. Trystan sipped it, watching people come in and out. Just trying to make the headache to go away.
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Post by axel wolff! on Jun 18, 2012 17:03:28 GMT -5
trust in me, for i will set you free After a long night of partying and getting overly wasted, Axel had woken up with one of the worst hangovers he had in a very long time. Luckily, whenever Axel managed to get such a hangover, it usually consisted of terrible headaches and minor nausea, nothing to the point of maiming him from doing his job. However, he still didn't exactly want to feel this way while working things out for the tour, so he always got a cup of coffee to satisfy himself. Rolling over, he saw a woman lying beside him that he could only assume was Selene, seeing as the night before they had done much more than just get to know each other. Groaning softly, he rolled back over and sat up with his feet over the edge of the bed. Putting his elbows on his knees, her put his head in his hands and let out another heavy sigh, taking a few moments before he forced himself up straight and started to get dressed.
It wasn't long before he was on his way to the nearest coffee shop, prepared to grab the biggest cup they had before heading back to the tour and gulping it down in the process. As he walked, he tried not to cover his face too much with his hand, knowing that he needed to know where he was going; just his luck, it had to be a nice, bright day when he had one of the worst hangovers. When he finally reached the coffee shop, he walked in and almost stumbled towards the counter, desperate to grab a cup. Quickly ordering and paying the cashier, he waited for his cup. While he did so, he looked around, seeing an all too familiar face before he smirked to himself. He had never had children, nor did he ever want them, but he had managed to end up with someone who he liked calling one of his own.
Once the coffee was handed to him, and he put in his cream and sugar, he walked over to her table and sat across from her, "You look just about as good as I feel." he joked and chuckled before looking at her, "You had a long night, too?"
FIVE EIGHT SEVEN, HURRAY FOR AXEL! |
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Post by trystan collins! on Jun 21, 2012 21:43:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] The coffee was not helping with her headache. The coffee was good she had to admit. But it was just not helping and it was putting her in a foul mood. That wasn't good at all. She didn't need to be in a shit mood but she already was and well, she figured maybe she'd just hide in the tiny coffee shop till she felt better. Or she could go out in the world and destroy someone's life. She had no clue but that's how she happened to feel right now. Knowing Trystan she'd consider the latter. She was a bitch she knew it. But could you really blame her? She was told a million times she needed a attitude adjustment but that just seemed to piss her off. That one comment, she replied to most people with the comment of taking that one and shoving it up their ass. It was rude yes, but that was just how Trystan acted.
Yawning, Trystan rested her head on the table. She was getting tired again. All the time, she was tired. The hangover was getting worse for her and her stomach turned. "Shit" She muttered, fishing the bottle of heavy duty pain killers she had nabbed from someone she had no idea and took one, taking a sip of coffee with it and taking a deep breath. Hopefully the pain killers were going to kick in soon and she wasn't going to feel like shit anymore. This was Trystan being hopeful though. She never knew how this was all going to work out. She didn't feel like doing her job feeling sick to the stomach though.
To be honest, she was concentrating on not puking rather than who was in front of her. Till someone was in the seat across from her and she looked up at him, covering her mouth and yawning. "Probably." She groaned quietly, taking a sip of coffee. She considered Axel her father. Which was strange, she was sure that she got weird looks when people figured out that she was his adoptive daughter. "I feel like complete shit to be honest. Fuck whiskey." She started rubbing her temples again. Trying to see if that would work on making this headache shit go away,..
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