get out alive --- JIMI

[carson o'reilly!]

[bg=0c0726][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Once Carson had gotten a taste of partying and alcohol there was no stopping her. Any chance she got she was out and about, and really didn't care with who. But tonight she happened to be hanging out with Jess and her crew. Carson hadn't given herself a limit by any means, and before long she had been tanked. She stumbled about the bus, being as careful as possible not to disturb anything. The last thing she wanted to do was break something that didn't belong to her. She remember sitting down with everyone, laughing, and talking shit about other girls, bands, or labels. But quite frankly she didn't remember passing out. Carson laid in a pretty deep slumber, half on the couch, half off. She grunted a little in her sleep, but the moment she tried to open her eyes, the world began to spin. Along with the spinning came a very sickly feeling in her stomach. Carson winced, before slowly pushing herself up into a sitting position. The Irish blonde leaned back against the couch closing her eyes and desperately wishing the spinning would stop. Though the feeling of nausea only got worse, and she opened her eyes quickly. Her tiny arms wrapping around her mid section as she groaned once more. Carson was pretty sure she was going to be sick. Her beautiful eyes looked around trying hard to figure out where she was. She soon realized that she was not on her own bus, but someone elses. With the lights being off, she had no idea whose. The rumbling feeling grew worse and she quickly stood up, which caused her to stumbled about a bit. She managed to step over someone who was on the floor, and tried to find the bathroom. Carson didn't want to get sick anywhere other than a toilet, after all she didn't want to be labeled that girl. She stumbled about bumping into things, and not at all being quiet. She finally found the bathroom, and without hesitation, or grace fell to her knees. Before she could even pull her hair out of her face, she began vomiting. Her entire insides cramping as she desperately tried to make herself feel better.

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[SAINT JIMI!]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style,background-color: #c5cbcf;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #202020; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #8da75c 8px solid;] ► nights on jimi's bus usually ended in some sort of drinking, so tonight wasn't much different from any other night. he'd originally been practicing on his bass earlier that day, just stretching his fingers and trying out a new slapping technique he'd been shown by one of the roadies, but that came to a sudden stop when he'd been dragged back to the bus for a round of shots. shots turned into beer, for jimi at least, and as soon as he finished his first, the only thing stopping him was the fact that he'd eaten too many slices of pizza. the last thing he wanted was to taste that again, as good as it was going down. he carried a buzz throughout the entire night, only having a beer whenever he felt himself starting to simmer down a bit. eventually, people started to pass out from exhaustion or burn outs, which left jimi an opening to take to his bunk to cuddle up with his laptop. after pushing his earplugs in, he continued on to catch up on the most recent season of dexter. the plan had been to do this until he finally passed out, like he usually did, but sleep didn't come as quickly as it usually did. not only that, but about three episodes into his watching, various loud noises interrupted his concentration on the show, even with the earphones in. curiously, he paused the show and set his laptop aside. shuffling his blankets off, he opened the curtain to his bunk at the same time. the light from his laptop's screen illuminated enough around him to get a good enough look into the bathroom. they were obviously getting sick, whoever it was. normally jimi wouldn't start walking down the hallway towards someone throwing up because of their partying antics, because the guys in the band could hold their own if they drank too much, but this wasn't one of the guys. and, from the sounds of it, it didn't sound like jessie either. stopping outside the door, jimi's eyes scrunched, trying to see better in the darkness. carson's notable hair stuck out instantly, and he shifted to drop onto his knees close to her. "easy, kiddo," he mused softly, taking hold of her hair and pulling it back for her with one hand. his other rubbed against her back, trying not to focus on the smell or sound, and more on helping her get it all out of her system. [/style]

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[carson o'reilly!]

[bg=0c0726][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Carson groaned as she tried to support her drunken self against the toilet. Why had she though that many shots was a good idea, or rather why she even thought for a second she could keep up with guys twice her size. Just as Carson thought she was done vomiting, she thrusted herself over the toilet once more. Car was so caught up in puking that she hadn't even heard someone else enter the bathroom. Though when she heard a voice and then someone touched her, she jumped a little bit. Carson had wanted to respond to his words, but before she knew it she was leaning over the toilet vomiting again. Carson's eyes began to water when her productive purging soon became nothing more than a chronic dry heave. Once she felt as though she was getting a break from the intense feeling of nausea she finally responded to Jimi. "ugh, i feel terrible." she whined her accent heavier than normal. Although she was Irish, her dad hadn't been the type to drag her to the pub with her and allow her to drink. So for Carson, this night had been a rude awakening. Drinking wasn't fun like TV made it sound, it was down right fucking painful. Feeling a tad bit better,Carson moved away from Jimi a bit and leaned against the wall, pulling her knees against her chest, and resting her head on her knees. "Thanks" she muttered softly. Carson felt rather gross at the moment, and was kind of hoping Jimi would stay where he was. Sure she wouldn't mind the comfort, but the fact she knew she smelt like vomit wasn't something she wanted him to have to deal with. Carson had met Jimi shortly after meeting Jessie. They had hung out in each other's presence on and off, but had never really talked. Carson was usually too busy bouncing about like a child on crack to even take notice. But he had to be a decent guy if he left his warm bunk to attend to a drunk girl he only knew vaguely. Carson sat up and leaned her head against the wall. "I just want to stop spinning." she slightly slurred before opening her beautiful eyes and letting them fall on Jimi. "I'm so sorry if I woke you." she said sighing lightly. "I didn't really expect to end my night like this." she said with a small laugh. She looked around the bathroom before closing her eyes once more. "Where is Jess, and where exactly am I?" she asked in a confused fashion. Carson was really not liking the fact that part of her night was missing from her memory. When had Jessie left her, and how had she ended up passed on on whomever couch she had awoken up on. To be honest Carson just wanted to go home, but she doubted she would make it that far before running into someone she didn't want to in her current state.

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[SAINT JIMI!]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style,background-color: #c5cbcf;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #202020; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #8da75c 8px solid;] ► the entire time he held her hair, he had a bit of an apologetic look to his face. he knew the boat she was in right now because he'd been in it several times. the only thing that was different was that no one ever had to hold his hair for him; it was either always too short, or sticking up right and completely out of the way. but he didn't focus on the smell, or the sound, or the fact that she was doing one of the most unattractive things a human body could do. why? because, once again, he knew the boat she was in. plus, he wasn't an asshole. judging someone for something like this was ridiculous and beyond rude. but he also didn't keep in mind that she was a seventeen year old girl. appearances were everything at that age, and this wasn't the best impression to be giving someone older than you. when she pulled back after she felt like she could make it without throwing up, he released her hair and settled back against the opposite wall, leaning a little bit into the doorway. "don't worry about it, carson," he said in a soft tone, giving her a friendly smile. "but you're welcome anyway." leaning forward, he pushed the toilet's handle down, flushing the last of her drunken night down the toilet. at her next comment, about wanting things to stop spinning, he nodded, completely understanding. "i can get you some water, if you want? sometimes that helps me, so.." shrugging his shoulders lightly, he watched her with non-judgemental eyes, waiting to jump at the moment that she might need help. "you didn't wake me, actually," he said with a bit of a chuckle. "i was watching dexter. i'm a little surprised you didn't wake up anyone else, though," he finished with another laugh, pulling his knees up to rest his elbows on either of them. she'd been bumping around pretty loud. but, then again, most of the band members who lived on the bus barely knew how to navigate around when it was dark and they were still drunk, so jimi wasn't too surprised that everyone slept through it. when she asked where jess was, and where she herself was, jimi swallowed and glanced around. "uhm.. well. i know where you are, at least. DIP bus. as for jess, monster could be anywhere, but i'm gonna take a guess and say she's probably cuddled up with thad in his bunk." for a moment, he didn't say anything, pursing his lips to himself in thought. after a small awkward silence, he cleared his throat gently. "so.. do you want a walk back to your bus, or anything? i could still get that glass of water, if you need it." [/style]

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[carson o'reilly!]

[bg=0c0726][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] The thought of consuming anything, whether food or liquid, just didn't sound all that appealing. Carson groaned as she tried to make herself more comfortable against the wall. She wished she would have learned her lesson already, but every time she was offered a drink she took it, even though she knew the consequences to her own actions. "To be honest it might just start this vicious cycle all over again." she replied with a small laugh. Although she was in a terrible state, it remained slightly humorous. After all the last thing she wanted was someone as famous as Jimi seeing her in a state like this. There were not a lot of bands on the tour that Carson got starstruck from, but DTP was definitely one of them. "I kinda embarrassed that your seeing me like this, I'm usually not this person." she said, her words still coming out a bit slurred. "Our little secret?" Carson said looking over at him hopefully. She was so fresh to this industry the last thing she wanted was to be made out as a hot party girl, and diminish what she had worked so hard to accomplish. Many didn't think Carson was a the real deal, and she knew that. Cate was more the image people thought of when they heard the Cherry Bombs, not little hyper cute Carson. But truth be told Carson had put in just as much heart, and hard work into the Bombs as her more image fitting counterpart. "I like Dexter." she muttered softly after he had mentioned watching it. Carson hadn't seen any of the current season, after all the tour was keeping her rather busy, and then she had started spending her nights getting to know members of the other bands. When he told her where she was, she grunted slightly. "Shit, I'm shocked my band mates arnt out looking for me, or worse my dad." Carson said making quick gesture to get to her feet, but tumbled and then fell a foot from Jimi. When she hit the floor she couldn't help but to start laughing, and smiling. Carson was still heavily intoxicated and it probably was in her best interest not to leave the bus by herself. There was a good chance she would wonder off and run into someone who didn't have good intentions for the little blonde, or simply pass out in the wrong place. When Carson finally managed to pulled herself together, and stop laughing, she let her eyes look over and up at Jimi. "Well fuck her." Carson said in response to Jess being curled up in bed with Thad. "Just kidding, I loves her, shes my best friend, but i think you knew that." Carson began to ramble and laugh at the same time. When he offered to walked her back she smiled a bit more. "Yeah as long as you promise not to leave me." Carson somewhat whined. Carson really didn't want to be left alone right now, she felt funny and didn't really want to hear it from any of her band mates when she arrived home. Well that and she didn't want to risk crawling in Cate's bunk with her, and allowing the alcohol to lower her judgment. The band had survived their breakup, but there was no reason to continue to risk the band, and the friendship she had managed to salvage with Cate, over a drunken night.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style,background-color: #c5cbcf;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #202020; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #8da75c 8px solid;] ► the groan and the way she pushed herself against the wall a bit more immediately answered jimi's question. usually when someone was throwing up, drunk or not, a glass of water was always a good way to go. but when you drank too much, even the idea of a piece of bread to hep sober you up make you cramp even more, and wish you were able to pass out and sleep it off. so he let it be and didn't mention liquid or food at all, hoping that she was going to pull through alright without getting too dehydrated. "yeah, no worries. scratch that," he replied with a hopefully comforting smile. the smile remained strong, turning a bit more reassuring instead. "yeah, i understand. our little secret, i promise." when she mentioned she liked dexter, jimi perked up a bit and smiled. "yeah? who's your favourite character?" he asked in a soft tone, curiosity wrapped around the question tightly. he just wanted to keep friendly conversation rolling to ebb any awkward silence that might be creeping up. "they probably know you're over here with jessie," he responded thoughtfully, trying to keep an open mind about it, knowing that adding more worry to her already intoxicated level would just make her worse off. when she moved to stand and tripped over herself, jimi went to get up to help her back up into a sitting position, but her laughter caught him off guard. and, for some reason, he started to laugh a little, too. laughter was a little contagious, after all. and at least she wasn't crying, right? when she agreed to go back to her bus if he helped her walk over, he arched a brow at her last response. stay with her? "if you want, you can sleep here, carson. i don't think anyone's going to mind if you crash. i mean, you did drink a lot. i don't think anyone expected you to leave anyway," he ended with a bit of a chuckle, relaxing back against the frame again. "you can pass out in my bunk, if you want. i can take the kitchen booth. i'm short enough to survive on that for a night." [/style]

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