<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CBoBui3W4AAsW9P.jpg:large)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Sam Chandrian (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=236661.msg11644036#msg11644036)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Tour Bus<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Waking Up<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>Thin Camisole tank top, White Panties with red hearts on them, and Black Ray-Ban Sunglasses (http://www.yourdesignersunglasses.co.uk/images/products/altimage/Ray-Ban-2140-Original-Wayfarer-Sunglasses-901S---MATTE-BLACK-CRYSTAL-GREEN-%28SIZE-50-ONLY%29.jpg)<br/><strong>Scene Music:</strong>Enjoy! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3K1t0669no)<br/><hr/><br/><br/><em>"Come on! You guys are being so lazy!We should be celebrating, doing something, anything come on!~"</em><br/><br/>The sound of the cute, but annoying Zoey echoed throughout the tour bus. Fuck, why did she have to wake up so early? Hadn't they just finished playing in that shit stain of a town like 6 hours ago? Slowly Sam sat up in her bed, yawning. Her long black hair draped over half of her face. She was sick of the road. The long drives, being cooped up in a tin can.<br/><br/>The one thing that being on a tour bus was good for, it was writing. And Sam wrote a lot. Lots of new music and lyrics. She had been approached several times from magazines, wanting interviews, to take photos. She had allowed for some of it, but mostly she was just plain rubbish at interviews. She knew she was talented, being a jack of all trades, especially when it came to the recording studio.<br/><br/>Sam yawned aloud, smoothing out her hair before peeking out the bus window. It was mid-day. Still too early for her. The young lead guitarist slipped out of her bed. She was dressed, rather, less dressed then she Zoey. A thin camisole tank top did little to leave anything to imagination, and the cute little white panties hung low on her hips. All of this did however display her numerous tattoos nicely.<br/><br/>Sam slipped on her trademark sunglasses and walked down the small hallway and out into the open of the Bus' main seating area. "Well fuck if you arn't happy to be awake..." Sam said plainly, rummaging around in the small kitchen for a clean glass and a bottle of whiskey.<br/><br/>"Don't you ever sleep?" she asked aloud, pouring the drink and taking a sip. It tasted like shit, but it helped with her hang over.<br/><br/>Chandrian plopped down on the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table in the middle. Her toes were painted black, much like her finger nails. Her long black hair cascaded down her back like black rain. "How much longer till we get to the next concert?" she asked aloud to anyone who could answer.