Sex, Drugs, & Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago
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				Title: <strong>Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 22:03:14</strong>
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				<strong>Sweet home Chicago</strong> <br><br>The road from Texas to Chicago was long and taxing on the crew. It was 7pm by the time they pulled into the Arena. The band had no time to settle into their hotel rooms as they were pressed for band practice. The gig they would be playing started tomorrow night at 9pm sharp. The Bus with all the band's equipment had arrived a day early and had begun sitting everything up. <br><br>Below is a list of hotel rooms. 3 Band members to a room. <br><br>Maggie and Boston and Alice in room 1. <br><br>Davis and Aurora and Rayne in Room 2 <br><br>JD and Vance and Ava in Room 3<br><br>Nevaeh Scott&nbsp; in her own Room unless she joins someone else. ;)&nbsp; <br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>News Report!</strong> </span><br><br>CNN USA Breaking News Intro (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bdhR7i2PgMg#)<br><br>"Im Greg Jones and thank you for joining me tonight. We have exclusive footage of the Delinquent's front man, Davis Maxwell discussing his views on fame and music all while the Arena in Texas burned down around them. The final death toll has come in and 30 people were killed in the Delinquent's Riot while 123 more were seriously injured. CNN reports that the 12.6 million dollar stadium that the concert was held in is completely burned down and rumors of a class action lawsuit against the band is floating around. The band's manager Margarate Connor has declined any comments." Said the news Anchor. As he spoke pictured of the carnage played across the screen. Below was a scroller that said: "Delinquents now in Chicago for their next show. Security has been increased due to the last concert. Reports are saying that the concert will be attended by a few celebrities. <br><br>(http://thumbnails.truveo.com/0019/43/6E/436E61DDE8F5A57FF7C533_Large.jpg) <br><br>(http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Business/images-4/thailand-riot-deaths.jpg)<br><br>Of course with this much media coverage it wasn't long before Walter was blowing up Maggie's phone. The interview with Davis was fresh on his mind. Meanwhile the Arena owner ran up to the bus as it pulled into stop and began banging on the door. He was a short, fat man who's hair was badly parted over a bald spot. He was chewing on a cigar that seemed too big for his egg shaped face. <br><br>"About damn time!" he screamed, his expression was that of anger. No doubt he had concerns for the safety of his arena, considering last show the Delinquents did resulted in 30 people killed and 100 more injured all while the arena burned to the ground.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 07:39:45</strong>
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				Ava Lee Combs (http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/081021/00/48fd5d0622944.jpg)<br><br><br><br>"Shittt." Ava slowly opened her eyes. It turns out that she had finally crashed and sleeping in her contacts had caused her vision to become blurry now that they were dry. Getting out of the chair she walked over to one of her drawers, trying not to run anyone over on her way over there. She pulled the drawer open and fished around until she found her contact solution. Popping open the top she squeezed the solution in her eyes. Blinking she sighed, relieved after her vision returned. Running her fingers through her hair she headed back to the front seat. Looking at the time she settled back in the passenger seat. <br><br>"You could have woke me up you know." She said before looking up at JD. Growing up her father had always teased her about falling asleep in the passenger seat during long trips. <em>'The passenger is always supposed to stay up to make sure the driver's not going to fall asleep; and it's their job to be the navigation system if needed.'</em> Stretching she smiled softly realizing that they were finally within Chicago city limits. However it wasn't time to rest just yet; there would be practice for the band as soon as they got to the arena seeing that the concert would be tomorrow night. "Feels like I've been sleeping for hours." Due to the energy drinks that she had consumed earlier Ava had finally crashed, now that she was awake she still felt a little sluggish. <br><br>Examining her face she noticed a red spot that resulted from her holding her head up in her palm. Ava pouted at the sight while she rubbed her cheek. Shifting in seat it was another thirty minutes before the bus slowed to a stop. A short fat man, who was more than likely the owner of the arena, came over to the bus banging on the door. Ava jumped thinking that it was one of the fans "What the fu-…" Ava grumbled.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 14:11:58</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....pulling into Chicago after listening to the radio about the death toll , having Ava bitch at him .....and now seemed the fat man had come to sing .</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Ava had fallen asleep from the lull of the road as fewer cars and just mainly truckers were on the interstate ...most in the back had also managed to find a little sleep , others hyping themselves up on whatever fix they needed . Driving into Chicago though was always a treat especially at night the city lights were awesome . The radio had spilled over the news of the death toll now being recorded at the concert and John had swallowed . He thought about waking Maggie up to let her in on the news but decided she more than likely would need the sleep in order to deal with it in the morning .&nbsp; She had enough on her mind really he was sure of that one . Reaching forward he flicked the radio off for awhile after changing the station and hearing about the arena burning down over and over . <br><br>He was tired that was for sure and felt bad that the news reporters were twisting everything around and making Davis out to be such an asswipe . Christ did they really think the man even knew the place was on fire . Seemed to JD that no one had realized the extent of things . The walkie talkie was now coming to life as the crew setting up for the next concert was using the secondary stage equipment as not much was saved due to the fire except instruments . That was going to be a major expense the big boys were going to have to dish out , let alone the fall back of law suits from the deaths . Like the band had anything to really do with the reactions of the crowd . It never seemed to matter though . <br><br>As he was deep in thoughts on the matter ...sending out his little form of prayers to the God in heavens to be with the families that lost a loved one ...the silence seemed to be broken . The fiery red head in the passengers seat popped awake and seemed to be going through the crash effect from those energy drinks she so loved . Causing John to just look at her with an odd expression ...as he listened to her little rant and prance . <br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Shittt." ..........."You could have woke me up you know." ..................."Feels like I've been sleeping for hours."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>John normally was a pretty smart man ...but sometimes with women well there was no knowing what side to be on , whether it was better to remain silent , or to talk . He had found playing the sorry bout that card sometimes was better than doing nothing especially if you wanted in the girls pants . So he drew in a deep breath and found his balls . <strong>" Sorry sweetie ...you looked so adorable sleeping&nbsp; that I didn't wish to wake you . I am a little selfish sometimes and wanted to be able to glance over and see you , least you don't snore . " </strong>&nbsp; as he smiled and gave her a wink . <br><br>He really had to more concentrate on the road right now and hoped she wouldn't hit him too hard if that pissed her off . Pulling up to park ...then ...making his way towards the building side entrance . Hopefully he could park the bus inside the garage and take something else over to the hotel they were booked at . The idea of practicing before passing out seemed a little off scale , but either way his driving was over for now . Regulations about hours behind the wheel would stop him from driving much more as it was hard to keep awake now ...besides his coffee was out . <br><br>The pounding on the bus door ....was just one of them things ...though John had recognized the arena owner . Slowly he stood up and looked at Ava .<strong> " Hun ...best to just keep quiet right now ....the Arena burnt down we just left ,&nbsp; 30 people dead ...like a 100 or so injured and ....well&nbsp; Davis is getting pegged as an asswipe for going on that interview about fame and fortune . So it might get a bit uncomfortable , reporters ...media ..." </strong> reaching out his hand to touch her cheek . <strong> " Wake Maggie up ....let the others know . I got the man at the door . " <br></strong><br><br>The pounding of the door got louder .. John moved to open it .&nbsp; Moving down the steps ... <strong>" FOR GOD SAKES ...Charlie , your going to break your own hand pounding on the door like that . You DO realize we just drove all night to get here , some are not even aware of what all happened back there . So calm down ..." </strong> taking a step back from the man ...<strong>." Your going to have a damn heart attack working yourself up like that now ...."</strong>&nbsp; Seemed odd for the bus driver to talk to a big wig that way but John had been in the business awhile and some contacts were just silent ones . <strong>"Now the garage opened I can hide this floating luxury Mobile in to limit the press from hounding the hell out of us ....or not ?"&nbsp; </strong><br><br>There he had taken the bull by the horns ....<strong>" Give Maggie a chance to wake up and she can sit down and address any concerns you have .....none of us like these things . Fans going crazy ...that's why you all have those security plans . "</strong>&nbsp; pulling out a cuban cigar as he handed it to the man .&nbsp; <strong>" Here have a smoke ...."</strong>&nbsp; as his other hand tapped lightly on the man's arm . John had pulled his sunglasses off as he moved down the steps earlier and his eyes looked right into the older man's ... <strong>" Family well&nbsp; ....and everything . " </strong> trying to re-direct things a bit ...<strong> " Your wife , kids ...all in good heath . Heard through the grapevine that she overcome that bout with cancer and was now even more beautiful than when you married her . Your one lucky son of a bitch you know that right . "&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></strong><br><br>Leaning back against the bus ...giving the man some time to get a grip on himself . Ava time to let others know in the bus and hopefully wake Maggie up . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 16:42:34</strong>
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				<strong>Aurora Draven</strong> <br><br><br>Aurora was all ready up and sitting on the couch, the first cigarette of the day dangling between her lips as she let the smoke from the tip waft upwards. Her eyes, always behind the dark glasses, stared up at the large screen tv as news reports of the carnage from their latest gig flowed on every news channel. <br><br>Aurora was dressed in a black tank top and torn low rise jeans. Her black boots were kicked up onto the coffee table and an acoustic guitar rested in her lap. Her left hand nonchalantly played a tune in which would be turned into a song. In fact that's how most of the band's songs came to be. Starting out as an acoustic tune and then into a hard rock song.&nbsp; <br><br>She had been to Chicago a few times with her brother and father when she was younger. But she had no real love for the city. As the bus pulled into a stop, she knew they had reached their destination. The sound of someone banging on the bus doors was rather annoying. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 02:40:39</strong>
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				<strong>Magdalene O'Connor</strong><br><br>Maggie was already up and in motion, striding to the front of the bus in full war paint, well, what amounted to battle gear in her profession: well tailored jacket and pencil skit, hair in neat no nonsense bun, and eyes caged behind thick, black imposing frames. She gave a curt nod to Aurora as she passed, then drifted down the stairs sure footedly on her flats. Her face had been devoid of a smile since the news broke, stirring her from her sleep in a whirr of texts and calls. In fact, she'd been unusually withdrawn from business on the bus, sequestering herself to her bunk where the dim glow of her laptop could be seen from behind her curtain. <br><br>One would never suspect her near meltdown as she charismatically greeted the venue owner, offering her surest smile and most winning handshake. "Magdalene O'Connor, sir. I believe we spoke on the phone." She hadn't heard the exchange between JD and the businessman, but noted Charles was holding a fresh cigar in addition to the bulbous one rolling about his mouth. "The band needs to set up for practice, preferably discretely and before the arrival of any press. In the mean time, I'd be happy to address any of your concerns - perhaps in your office?"<br><br>She hoped Ava, JD, and anyone else within hearing range would take the silent cue to gather up the band and get in while she was running interference. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 15:51:04</strong>
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				<strong>Davis Maxwell</strong><br><br>The lurch of the bus to a stop was enough to wake Davis from his light doze.&nbsp; The thought of stopping, being somewhere other than this damned bus, it felt like salvation, like he had been born again.&nbsp; He didn't really care if it was a rest stop or the final destination, he was going to get out.<br><br>Davis of course was oblivious to the news reports, oblivious to any tension in the air.&nbsp; He did note Maggie stalking down the aisle the way she did though, and made sure not to poke his head out until she was past.&nbsp; It seemed wise to avoid the lioness today, especially if he wanted any peace.<br><br>"I'll catch you guys in a while," Davis told Aurora as he passed her strumming her guitar.&nbsp; She seemed content to stay and be mellow, but Davis felt like a caged rat.&nbsp; He was pulling on a shirt as he walked and buttoning a pair of jeans.&nbsp; Snatching up the pile of paperwork he saw Maggie had set out with room assignments and such, Davis stuffed it in a back pocket.&nbsp; Eyeing Maggie and John and others clumped near the doors outside, Davis waited inside the bus steps for just the right moment.&nbsp; He then slipped down the steps and went the other direction, face hidden, until he could bend around the back of the bus and disappear.<br><br>Now, head up, shirt almost buttoned, Davis stretched his arms and looked around him.&nbsp; Ah, a new city to conquer.&nbsp; He grinned widely and started down the road, ready for a good old time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 17:29:52</strong>
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				<strong>Venue-Chicago-Early-&nbsp; Wannabe Roadie: Katey Pool</strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Katherine%20Temple%20Pool/KTHat-1.jpg)</div>She’d read the papers, heard the radio announcers; it had not been a good scene in Texas.&nbsp; Four hours and the selfish bastards hadn’t had enough?&nbsp; They had to destroy the stadium?&nbsp; Really? <br><br>Shaking her head, blonde hair in a pony tail capped with a jaunty Fedora, Katey sipped her coffee.&nbsp; She didn’t want to be too early.&nbsp; But, -reality check- what was too early for this business?&nbsp; People would sleep on the street to get tickets, would show up at dawn when she didn’t even go on stage until 9...&nbsp; Early?&nbsp; No such animal, she mused, getting to her feet.<br><br>“I’ll take six medium coffees to go, please,” she said to the barista, refusing to use their sizing names.&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; “And, can I get every pastry you’ve got?”<br><br>Armed with bribery, Katey made her way to the venue.&nbsp; She looked at the big building protruding from a sea of asphalt parking lot and sighed.&nbsp; Her timing was good.&nbsp; Security wasn’t even on site, yet.&nbsp; The parking lot was empty of all but a few cars; road crew and venue management, no doubt.&nbsp; There were probably a couple of security guards by the doors.<br><br>Rounding the building she saw the semis that had carried the stage and equipment lined up on the far side of the lot.&nbsp; Damn, she mused; big stage.<br><br>There was nothing else...&nbsp; She walked up the ramp through the big door and a man in an EVENT STAFF T shirt stopped her.<br><br>Coffee and pastry got her directed to the inside.&nbsp; <br><br>And, then, she just started helping out.&nbsp; She lent her back to pushing cases up the ramps to the stage, untangled the miles of cables (what had they done?&nbsp; Wadded them up and run...considering the condition of the last venue, they were probably lucky to have their equipment at all.)&nbsp; <br><br>When the band got on site, when band managers and the Road Crew leader hit the deck, Katey knew she’d be like Lucy with some ‘splainin’ to do.&nbsp; Until then, she fell back into old rhythms, joking with the guys and setting things up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 08:59:43</strong>
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				Ava Lee Combs (http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/081021/00/48fd5d0622944.jpg)<br><br><br>It was the first time Ava had heard the news about those who had died and the others who were injured. "Alright." She nodded and stood up. Before she had even taken two steps Maggie was wake and dressed. She was headed for the door of the bus, Ava pressed her lips together. It was times like these that made her worry about Maggie's well being. Going through the bus Ava began to knock on doors and bunks. "Come on you guys! You have to rehearse now before you step foot in the hotel! The show is tomorrow night so you don't have time to waste!" Ava shook shoulders and dangling arms that she could get a hold to.<br><br>While in the back of the bus, she could hear someone shifting through the bus but she wasn't sure who. Turning around she saw Davis saying a goodbye to Aurora, saying that he would be back in a little while. Which in Davis's terms meant that would wasn't going to rehearsal. "Davis! Where are you going? You have to be here to rehearse!" Ava now faced two choices, let Davis run out without really attempting to do anything about it or follow after him and drag him back. Choosing the latter of the two Ava slipped on a pair of grey vans. "Aurora, I'm going after Davis. Can you please make sure the rest of the band gets up and ready for rehearsal?" Begging with pleading eyes she looked up and saw Davis slipping out of the door.<br><br>Sneaking off the bus she followed Davis for a few minutes before catching up to him. "Davis!" She whispered, trying not to catch the attention of bystanders. "This is definitely not the time for sightseeing!" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 17:27:53</strong>
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				Ready to roll once they had stopped, Rayne was up and awake by the time the bus arrived at the venue. Rayne lived on very little sleep, which made life easy for her, making her a pretty good morning person. Rayne had made coffee and tea, as well as setting out some energy drinks...everyone woke up differently. Taking a cup for herself, she had downed it in time for the bus to park. <br><br>Rayne had changed into short torn jean shorts and a tight black tank with the Bands logo across the front. Pulling her hair long black hair up into a messy bun, Rayne made her way around the bus knocking on doors, and&nbsp; opening bunks, “Hey everyone, wakey wakey, time to&nbsp; rock and roll”. Rayne grinned at herself, she loved using that line around bands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 01:48:19</strong>
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				<strong>Ava &amp; Davis</strong><br><br>It took Davis a moment and several slow blinks before he realized who was addressing him.&nbsp; When he'd gotten away from the bus he'd left that world behind him.&nbsp; With the help of a little blue pill, he had to admit.&nbsp; Once he realized it was Ava running him down, for some reason, he then had to ponder why she was whispering on a street in the middle of Chicago.&nbsp; Of course he'd missed any thoughts about keeping a low profile.<br><br>"What's up, secret agent?" he whispered back, laughing.&nbsp; He glanced around furtively and stepped in close to the redhead.&nbsp; "And I think this is the perfect time for sightseeing.&nbsp; Thus me, seeing the sights.&nbsp; What, you didn't want to be left behind?&nbsp; You can come along."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 05:12:28</strong>
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				Ava Lee Combs (http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/081021/00/48fd5d0622944.jpg)<br><br><br>Once Davis had so casually greeted her she knew that he was taking the whole situation too lightly. Making sure there was no one in ear shot she sighed her head tilting to the side. "Last time I checked the perfect time wasn't when you had rehearsal. Besides it's really not the time for you to be out while the media is steady portraying you as a douche." Ava didn't have much time to get him back to the arena. Soon the media would be swamping the area and with him wandering in the city there was no telling if they would run into paparazzi. <br><br>"I'm not here to 'sightsee' with you, I'm here to escort you back to the arena." Ava kept a serious face as much as possible. Seeing that Davis wasn't taking her seriously. "So c'mon let's go, you have a show tomorrow night." She turned to the side to let him pass. Looking down at her watch she was starting to get concerned. It was only a matter of time before someone realized that he was missing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 19:54:02</strong>
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				<strong>Ava &amp; Davis</strong><br><br>Davis sighed.&nbsp; He loved women, but not when they were acting like this.&nbsp; "Who's making me out to be a douche?&nbsp; That's not nice."&nbsp; Not having heard yet about the fire, Davis hadn't given any thought to his interview either.&nbsp; He was more intrigued by the fact that the media cared about him than what he said.&nbsp; "Anyway any publicity is good publicity, that's what they say."<br><br>Davis's eyes swept up and down Ava, giving her an appreciative look.&nbsp; "I don't have to sight see, you know.&nbsp; I'm seeing quite a sight right now.&nbsp; If you just stop talking about arenas and rehearsals, you and me could get along real well together."&nbsp; Davis danged the hotel passkey in his fingers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 05:53:42</strong>
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				Ava Lee Combs (http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/081021/00/48fd5d0622944.jpg)<br><br>Ava looked as Davis, somewhat shocked that he hadn't yet heard about anything that was going on. "Well first off you announced to the world that you were going to have a huge impact on the global drug trade, not to mention you said that Walter was snorting drugs off a hooker's ass." She waited for some kind of reaction to see if he even remembered that drunken interview. "The next show is going to get a lot of attention seeing that 30 people were killed and 123 were seriously injured."<br><br>"Yeah, I'll pass on that one." She said raising and eyebrow as she danged his hotel room key in front of her. Seeing that it was going to be impossible to get Davis to come back for rehearsal. "Alright well I give up. See ya when you get back, and good luck explaining yourself to Maggie." Defeated, Ava turned her back to Davis and started to walk back to the bus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 06:43:21</strong>
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				<strong>Katey Pool - Chicago Venue, heading out on a coffee run for the crew...</strong><br><br>It had been easy.&nbsp; O.K. her deoderant had a work-out from both physical activity and stress, but no one had pointed at her and said, "I KNOW YOU!"&nbsp; So, all in all, she was calling it good.&nbsp; Her jeans pockets rattled with change and dollars, money from the crew to do a Starbuck run.&nbsp; She had the orders written down and knew where the coffee house was located.&nbsp; And, if she hadn't been a freak, afraid people would wonder why an unemployed roadie drove a Lexus LX hybrid, she wouldn't have parked a mile away.&nbsp; <br><br>Katey left the back entrance to a round of "Hurry up, Katey!" and hit a jog on the ramp.<br><br>She blinked in surprise seeing Davis and a redhead at the sidewalk.&nbsp; <br><br>Be cool, she told herself.&nbsp; She pulled her hat down a little in front, the old "I don't see you, therefore you don't see me" routine made famous by long-legged birds of the African savannahs.&nbsp; <br><br>Katey angled away from the pair who seemed to be in the midst of an intense conversation.&nbsp; She looked harder at the woman, wondering if she were the manager, maybe a personal assistant...&nbsp; Whoops, there went the whole invisible routine.&nbsp; She grimaced a smile and kept walking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 16:23:19</strong>
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				<strong>Aurora Draven</strong> <br><br>The woman known as Aurora got up from the couch and kicked Boston's bunk as well as Neveah's. "Get up." She said aloud, cigarette dangling between her lips. Her long black hair flowed like a shroud around her face, eyes hidden behind the black shades she wore. She would step off the bus and look around. <br><br>The city was loud. Loud sirens could be heard through out the arena parking lot. in the distance roadies were rushing to get things hooked up and ready as a few screaming fans behind a chain link fence screamed when they caught their first glimpse of the delinquents. Aurora would look back at the bus, waiting for the others to join her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 16:42:42</strong>
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				Boss was ready for Chicago and having the day to do whatever meant he would be able to get his drugs before hand. He slipped out of his bunk, and stretched. Grabbing his clothes and slipping on a pair of jeans, and a random shirt Boss headed to the front of the bus smiling at Aurora. "Hey babe. Think Chicago is ready for the Delinquents?" He grinned and then took the cigarette from her lips then took several quick puffs before placing it back between her lips. Boss stepped off the bus. He could heard the crazed fans while in the bus, and now that he was off of it he could really hear the intensity in their fandom.&nbsp; <br><br>He just stood there grinning, and started to walk towards the arena. He waved to the fans, and to those who could get their hand through the fence he shook them, and kept moving. They had to rehearse before they could do anything, and Boss was just fine with that. He just wandered if the deutsch bag Davis would show up for rehearsal.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 04:36:32</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....leaving Maggie to deal with the Arena Owner ...heading to do a rounds and finding someone that didn't belong. .</strong><br><br>&nbsp;John shrugged ...checking Maggie out as she emerged onto the scene and seemed to do what she did best , take over . That was fine by him , it had been a hell of a drive ....and he was going to head to toss the bus keys over to the another . Didn't seem to matter much now anyways as some fans were already screaming at the gate . Drawing on his smoke ...as he just headed towards the side door . Hooking up with Jimmy that was inside John just handed over the keys .&nbsp; <strong>" Here dude , whenever they get done arguing out there ...and the slow poke bastards fall out ...park the damn bus in the garage . Christ sakes ...it was a damn nightmare , radio going on ....shit we got fans already screaming at the gate . " </strong> shaking his head ...<strong>" Too tired for this shit right now . "&nbsp; </strong><br><br>After a small conversation ....John headed to find the stage manager to see if the second set was going to be intact enough to act as the main set from now on . Might be awhile before management was going to be able to replace what they all lost in the fire . Favors might need to be called in to get this show up and running . It was always better to make things flow nice and easy . His mind drifted to Ava as he walked and made his rounds ...stopping to see the lights being lifted up . Sound system ...stage being put together now with the instruments and that , backdrops . <br><br>That was when he ran smack into a sexy looking blonde lady . <strong>" Christ sakes ...I should watch where I ...."</strong> then he stopped and took his glasses off . Someone had yelled for her to go get the coffee ...Katey . <strong> " Well I'll be . "&nbsp; </strong>John decided to follow the woman ...for she was damn familiar and no one new he was aware of was hired in on the roadie crew . Though John had one speed and that was it for the Southern boy ...they were soon back out onto the sidewalk . <br><br>Passing Ava and Davis ....oh boy that is where she ended up playing babysitter , if that wasn't frustrating . Especially with that man as John wasn't quite sure the dude kept his feet planted on the earth long enough to realize anything . His drug use was a real wow factor , sure John smoked some weed , drank a few beers now and then but he stayed clear of the pills and coke and whatever else got passed around . Hell he wouldn't even smoke a joint that he had not rolled.&nbsp; Nodding his head at Ava ....as he finally made some progress on catching up to Katey . <br><br>He reached out and grabbed her arm and swung her around ....<strong> " Said excuse me back there ..."</strong>&nbsp; as he reached up and pulled off that silly hat she had on .&nbsp; <strong>" Mind telling me why your getting coffee for the crew ? "&nbsp; </strong>as he put the hat on his head . <strong>" Thought you done ran off into the sunset never to look back on this GOD FORSAKEN bullshit again . Or were you just blowing smoke up everyone's ass . Who hired you anyways ..Temple ?"&nbsp; </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 05:57:59</strong>
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				<strong>Deja Vu all over again... Coffee-run Katey and John</strong><br><br>She could feel someone behind her, feel their eyes boring into the back of her head and then she was spun around like a ragdoll to face the man.&nbsp; Taller than her, but who wasn't...He looked familiar.<br><br>Eyes wide, she jerked her arm free.&nbsp; "Hey!" she said, feeling the bottom drop out of her stomach.&nbsp; John...John something.&nbsp; It was too soon for this, too soon to be found-out.&nbsp; She remembered him, too.&nbsp; And, it probably showed all over her face because she sure as hell wasn't a poker player.&nbsp; And, then he took her hat and put it on his own fat head.&nbsp; "Hey!!" she shouted and gave the man a push.&nbsp; "Give that back.&nbsp; And, I don't know what you're talking about...temple?&nbsp; I'm not Jewish."&nbsp; Deciding that the hat wasn't worth further arguing and attention-drawing, Katey started to back away.&nbsp; "My name's Katey and I need to get the guys their coffee..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 11:49:20</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)...confronting Katey , whomever she was claiming to be.</strong><br><br>John watched her the grin on his face growing .....yea right , it sure the hell was Temple , feisty little thing done went and grew up .&nbsp; Looking down at his chest as she pushed him and all he had to do was straighten up to keep the silly hat .&nbsp; Watching as she stormed off for coffee , so cute and that pissed off sway in her ass ....damn he missed that girl .<strong> " Oh girlfriend ...you going to have to talk at me sooner or later if your aiming to get on the payroll . "</strong>&nbsp; Leaning against the pole as he swung her hat round with his finger .<strong> " And or get your hat back . "&nbsp; </strong><br><br>He would wait right there and let her go get her coffee for the crew .....she had to come back this way . Not Jewish ....smirks , that was a good one . Chuckling a bit to himself , man he needed to smoke a joint . The dude was pulling the bus into the Garage as Katey now ....seemed to be crossing back over . Maybe she had collected herself more. So he started again .&nbsp; <strong>" Your going to need a crew pass , they are going to up security majorly ....you can't just walk in and start working you know . "</strong>&nbsp; He didn't touch her this time ....his voice was lowered as he placed the hat back on her head . <strong>" Okay Katey ...got a last name to go with that so we can get you an ID to get coffee for the boys . "&nbsp; </strong> <br><br>Shit she looked about to cry anyways .....and that wasn't really the way to of greeted an old friend .&nbsp; He was tired reaching down ...as he pulled the walkie talkie thing out of his belt .&nbsp; Pressed the button .... <strong>" Got a new live fish coming on ....copy that , needs a license as she has already hit her feet walking here on land . "&nbsp; </strong>smirking as he looked over at her . Walking back into the building ...<strong>." Get the proper paperwork around , we can give her a test run and pay her the usual walk on grub ...JD out . "&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Across the radio came ... " What the fuck , Like we got nothing else to do but go round training ...the sun done baked your mind and that long drive done made you delusional ..."&nbsp; <br><br>John smirked ... <strong>" Well okay , I'll tell her she don't need to be bringing you that coffee then . " </strong><br><br>You could hear a bit of conversation ...." Katey not on the payroll ... " &nbsp;then it went dead for a bit as John continued to walk with a smirking grin .&nbsp; Then back across the wire ... " Copy that new fish , needs a license ....someone move their ass on the paperwork . "&nbsp; John stated to chuckle .....and then turned the radio off .&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 15:39:40</strong>
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				<strong>UPDATE: Show down with the Owner</strong> <br><br>Vinny the Arena owner had many concerns about the band playing tomorrow night and needed to know his precious place wouldn't be burned down to the ground like Texas. The fat man waddled back and forth in front of her as he waved his sausage like finger at her inside the Arena. "Look doll, I dont care if you got fuckin' Jesus in that bus of yours. Nobody. And I mean NOBODY fucks this place up! Now I gotta hire 14 more security guards just because the fuckin' insurance company thinks its a <strong>GOD DAMN NATURAL DISASTER TO HAVE YOUR FUCKIN' BAND ON MYSTAGE!"</strong> screamed Vinny, panting as he went off on a tangent. <br><br>In the corner of the small office where stood a man in a well pressed suit. He wore thin rimmed glasses and his blond hair was neatly brushed. He seemed very professional and stood silent as the meeting went on. "Vinny DiPiazzo bends for no one. Ya got that, doll? I want 30% more than what was originally agreed upon. Due to 'increased operation costs'." Vinny went on, chewing the end of his nasty smelling cigar. <br><br><strong>OUTSIDE</strong> <br><br>Meanwhile, outsider as the band was getting off the bus, the fans that were screaming for the Delinquents began shaking the fence wildly. They would scream: "we love you" and "Please fuck me Davis!" as well as other frenzied statements. Aurora, ever the quiet one, began to head inside. She stopped only once to mumble something to a stage hand who turned pale white and then nodded. <br><br>The stage hand ran over to a few security guards standing by. The guards nodded and walked over to the crowd of around 50 fans. "All right. Looks like the Delinquents are going to let you watch the rehearsal! But if any of you over zealous assholes try something I will fucking murder you!" the large burly man bellowed and motioned for more Security guards to help him escort people inside the arena.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 23:24:29</strong>
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				<strong>Ava &amp; Davis<br><br>Davis nodded and smiled to Ava's recounts of his news comments.&nbsp; He remembered that just fine, he hadn't really been drunk yet.&nbsp; And it was good stuff.&nbsp; He'd meant actually to check the news to see if he made it, but had found better things to do.<br><br>People dying though?&nbsp; Davis frowned, still absorbing it as Ava blew him off and headed back to the bus.&nbsp; He could deal with the blow off.&nbsp; So she wasn't the type to skip off to the hotel.&nbsp; He just had to figure out what type she was.&nbsp; But this shit about the fire.&nbsp; Man, he hadn't realized it had got that bad, they'd scooted them out of there before the shit got real bad he guessed.&nbsp; It was depressing ... then again it was rock and roll.&nbsp; The Stones had only managed to get a guy knifed.&nbsp; Davis had already blown the lid off that.<br><br>"Well, I'll be fucked," he muttered to himself as he slipped back into the crowd and away from the bus.&nbsp; He'd have plenty of time to think about it, while he was out enjoying himself.&nbsp; </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 01:01:42</strong>
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				<strong>Katey Pool&nbsp; and Saint John&nbsp; O:)</strong><br><br>(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Katherine%20Temple%20Pool/KT.jpg)<br>She didn't get far before she pivoted and marched back to the man.&nbsp; He was still talking.&nbsp; Why did they talk so much?&nbsp; Hands fisted at her sides, she glared at John as he talked about her in front of her and smirked.&nbsp; Ugh.&nbsp; The smirk!&nbsp; <br><br>Katey's eyes rolled up as he settled her hat on her head, watching his movements for signs he might try to grab her again.&nbsp; &nbsp; Fuck.&nbsp; Charming assholes should be illegal, she thought, still fuming.&nbsp; <br><br>And, then he got through playing with his walkie talkie and walked away.&nbsp; She stared after him, chin lowered, one eyebrow shooting for her hairline a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me expression all over her face, Katey laughed.&nbsp; He wanted her to follow him.&nbsp; Fine.<br><br><strong>"John.&nbsp; Goddammit, John, stop!"&nbsp; </strong> She ran up to him, skittering around in front of him to stop him with a hand to his chest.&nbsp; <strong>"Pool.&nbsp; It's my real name.&nbsp; The other one is, too,"</strong> she added unintentionally.&nbsp; She held up her hands in a "stop" gesture, fingers splayed and then relaxed, eyes closed for a moment.&nbsp; She breathed out a deep breath through pursed lips.&nbsp; <strong>"John," </strong> she said, calm and quiet, the screaming fans and surrounding city sounds like white noise to her.&nbsp; <strong>"Look...I know I'm going to have to come clean...someday.&nbsp; But, after that whole overdose and dying thing, I'm kind of like the plague to the industry.&nbsp; People look at.."</strong> she whispered "<strong>Temple</strong>" and then continued on, <strong>"...like I'm packing a pharmacy in my vagina or something.&nbsp; I don't do anything anymore.&nbsp; Caffeine.&nbsp; Maybe a beer.&nbsp; But, that's it.&nbsp; I want to build a new rep, John.&nbsp; Maybe get into management or..."</strong> it was too stupid for a five foot one girl to admit, so she fell silent...&nbsp; <strong>"Something where I know the ropes,</strong>" she ended.&nbsp; "<strong>I'm not going to do anything stupid or get you in trouble.&nbsp; Hell, I might be able to help do round-up on the cast...I kind of know that routine.&nbsp; And, the devil knows, I can't be shocked anymore."</strong><br><br>She tested a smile on the man.&nbsp; <strong>"So, thanks?&nbsp; Want to help me get the coffee?" </strong> she asked, pleading only a little bit.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fallenangel77</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 02:18:43</strong>
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				Neveah yawns &amp; stretches and rolls out of her bunk.&nbsp; She looks around and sees that they have finally arrived in Chicago.&nbsp; "It's about fucking time" she whines as she lights up a cigarette and heads to the bathroom for her morning fix and a shower.&nbsp; She closes the door and pulls her stash out of her pocket.&nbsp; Cutting a perfect line on the counter, she snorts her white magic, rubbing the remnants against her gums.&nbsp; She closes her eyes, enjoying the burn and the high that is beginning to set in.&nbsp; She undresses and climbs into the shower.&nbsp; <br><br>As she begins to shampoo her hair, she starts singing loudly "I can't get no, satisfaction.&nbsp; I can't get no, satisfaction.&nbsp; And I try, and I try, and I try, and I try...I can't get no!&nbsp; &nbsp;No! No! No!&nbsp; Hey! Hey! Hey!&nbsp; That's what I say!".&nbsp; This continues through the rest of her now shower.&nbsp; She thinks to herself <em>Self, this is going to be a kick ass gig.&nbsp; I really hope that Chicago isn't a repeat of the last gig.&nbsp; I really don't like the thought of anyone getting hurt.</em>.&nbsp; Truth of the matter is, Neveah really has a good heart, to some extent.&nbsp; She is spoiled, can be whiny and obnoxious, but overall, she just wants everyone to have a good time and enjoy the ride.&nbsp; She had waited her whole life to be a part of the rock 'n roll scene, and here she was now, living the dream.<br><br>After finishing her shower, she gets dressed and walks out of the bathroom, lights another cigarette and proceeds to get off the bus to the fans screaming on top of their lungs.&nbsp; This was the moment she lived for.&nbsp; She looks over at Boston and smiles, throws her fist in the air and screams "Are you ready for some rock 'n roll?"&nbsp; to the crowd and the noise becomes deafening.&nbsp; She signs a few autographs before making her way inside the arena for practice.&nbsp; She looks over at Boston and asks, "Does it get any bloody better than this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 02:21:45</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)...continuing the chat with Katey.</strong><br><br>&nbsp;John took the shove ...and anything else the little vixen wanted to dish out to his body . At this time he was too tired to care , not that it bothered him any for he admired a woman with a little spark that could not be controlled . When she had calmed though the man reached up and pulled his sunglasses off no longer hiding behind them. The normal state of those eyes were glassed over and at this time there was none of that . So anyone who knew him well would soon realize the man didn't have a buzz . <br><br>He shook the glasses at her ...<strong>" Look , you say your name is Katey ...works for me . Sometimes individuals have something they wish to escape from , understandable . Especially in this business . You say your clean , I want to believe you . Doubt you need the lecture that you pick it back up - your right back in it and worse do ya ?"&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Damn her anyways ...he needed a buzz badly , having a serious conversation with anyone after driving half the night away . Rest of that shit on his mind , people dead ...fricking memories anyways . Slide his sunglasses back on as he drew in a deep breathe. <strong>" We all were young and dumb ...ifin you get that second shot , don't go blowing it . "</strong> as he started walking back the other way towards the coffee shop . <strong>" I got you a shit job as gofer on this crew as a roadie ...that ain't nothing to be thanking me about . You want to land your ass back in the spotlight with this band ....your on your own there. Earn it , prove yourself ....I ain't helping you attain no free pass in that regards . "&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Then the man went silent as he leaned up on the java chart ....letting her do the ordering . Pulling out a twenty dollar bill if she needed to use it to buy the coffee . No longer did he even act like he was paying attention but that was just how JD was building up his walls again . Keep those that hurt you at an arms distance so they don't get a chance to do it again . A debate going on in his mind now ...didn't pertain to her or the prior situation . Just always seemed that when one ghost crept up out of a closet a few others poked their fricking head out to . Would of , Should of ...Could of sentences begin to float about in the mind as the devil himself toyed with a man's very soul . <br><br>No he wasn't going to help her ...silencing inside now everything speaking up to the contrary . He would listen to whatever she had to say , might even carry back a thing of coffee to help out . Though he was going to be silent . When they got back to the sidewalk area and no other prying ears could hear .&nbsp; He spoke ...<strong>" You need a place to stay on the tour , you know how to find my room ....not offering my bed mind you . I not ...not you , just can't put myself back in that position again . I not going to watch another one die and have my heart ripped out ...not happening . "&nbsp; </strong> John looked away from her , his jaw was clenched tight ..anger flooded through him and he wasn't numb enough to stop it . He needed to feel numb again soon and by the smell of that package Maggie had left under the seat he was indeed going to be that way . <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 05:00:16</strong>
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				<br><strong>Rayne at the Venue</strong><br><br>After banging through the bus, waking everyone up, Rayne had headed out to find the supplies van with all the stuff for back stage. The band would be hungry soon, either before or after their practice and she liked to give them all the comforts they needed. Grabbing some bags and boxes from the band, Rayne headed into the venue; some of the crew led her to the back stage room for the band. There were racks of clothes and hair stuff already in place, so Rayne set her stuff down onto the table near the wall. <br><br>All the band members had their favourite things they wanted or ‘needed’ back stage. Rayne set out the specifics into different sections which were clearly recognizable of each of the rockers. She also added usual platters of food and drinks for crew and management to enjoy while they made the back their home for a few hours. <br><br>Finishing her set up of the room, Rayne added other things giving each member their own person mirror station to get ready. Some used it and others didn’t, either way she couldn’t care less, she’d done her job. With the back room set up, Rayne made her way out front to look at how the venue was shaping up, seeing if Maggie needed any help.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 06:16:20</strong>
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				<strong>Outside the Coffee Shop</strong>---Scales Removed<br><br>Katey let John talk.&nbsp; She nodded in agreement.&nbsp; She was done with the old way.&nbsp; She always thought of the wise words of Steven Tyler when she heard people talk about drugs, now.&nbsp; "We played like shit, people stopped coming to our shows...we stopped doing drugs, we were able to perform, people came to the shows...go figure..." or something along those lines.&nbsp; Cause and effect.&nbsp; She'd lived and died, for three and a half minutes, that story.&nbsp; But, there were others...others who were not so fortunate.<br><br>Outside, as they walked back, John taking the one tray after giving her his unshielded gaze, Katey stopped him and set her tray on the ground.&nbsp; She took the tray from John's hands and set it on top of hers.&nbsp; <strong>"John, I get it.&nbsp; And, this---" </strong> she gestured back and forth between them, <strong>"---this is pretty fucking awesome.&nbsp; I don't want a free ride, I don't want to sing again.&nbsp; I want real, you know?"</strong> She grasped the sleeve of his jacket and waited until those damned glasses were looking down at her.&nbsp; <strong>"I heard...About your loss.. And, I'm so sorry.&nbsp; I couldn't use the phone or I'd have called you."</strong><br><br>Katey looked at her hand on his jacket and heaved a big breath because what she was going to do could make or break their deal and their friendship.&nbsp; She leaned in and hugged him, not a grabby-tight hug, but a real hug with nothing attached except friendship, if he wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 05:58:45</strong>
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				Ava Lee Combs (http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/081021/00/48fd5d0622944.jpg)<br><br><br>Ava hated to be the bearer of bad news but someone had to tell him. Letting the news set in she turned on her heels and started for the tour bus. On the way she saw JD and a young blonde woman who looked oddly familiar to her. Offering a weak smile to both she waved continuing her fast paced walk to the arena. The bus had been parked but she knew where to find it, jumping back on she hastfully took a shower and grabbed a cut out band shirt and shorts. With no time to change what she had picked she changed into the clothes and slipped on a pair of flats and made sure she at least had her ID card on her. <br><br>Entering the arena she checked in with the roadcrew. She was handed a walkie talkie and a headset that plugged into it. Ava clipped the communicate device on the side of her waistband, she was informed that a few minutes before her arrival it was permitted by one of the bandmembers to allow the fans to watch the rehearsal. Her eyes widen at the news but she only nodded. After what happened at the last show she was somewhat concerned about the outcome of this rehearsal. However there was now much more security guards then at the last arena, so the chances of that happening again were minimal or at least she hoped so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 02:18:01</strong>
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				The proposed figure tore the smile from Maggie's face. Dipiazzo's terms, to put it mildly, were tantamount to folding her over his desk and having his way with her right then and there. What's worse, Walter would be in line for sloppy seconds should she accept. Fortunately, as always, Maggie had one her homework. <br><br>"While you concerns and demands are entirely reasonable, Mr. Dipiazo, I do believe we can reach an arrangement agreeable to both you Venue's and Imagicorp's best interests."<br><br>As Maggie continued, she began to riffle through a filefolder tucked against her clipboard. "Your troubles with the local teamsters union have been all over the news. Foreman Delvego has been a most volatile opponent by the sounds of it. What you may not know is that he's also a very loving father." She paused, showing a glossy 8x10 glam shot of a smiling tween girl in braces. "Nona Delvago's dream is to cut an album. We are Imagicorp are ready to make that happen, and in exchange Delvego is prepared to ensure the impending strike is avoided."<br><br>The proposition could save Dipiazo hundreds of thousands in cancelled concert revenues. The legality of it was negligible, but it wouldn't be the first time Maggie had been dragged over that line in the course of Delinquent duty. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 23:45:20</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)...continuing the chat with Katey.</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"John, I get it.&nbsp; And, this---" she gestured back and forth between them, "---this is pretty fucking awesome.&nbsp; I don't want a free ride, I don't want to sing again.&nbsp; I want real, you know?" She grasped the sleeve of his jacket and waited until those damned glasses were looking down at her.&nbsp; "I heard...About your loss.. And, I'm so sorry.&nbsp; I couldn't use the phone or I'd have called you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>John listened ..held himself upright as his right hand made into a fist , he pumped it some as if counting .Looking back at the girl ..<strong>." Nothing no one could of done ...Sandra played a game , they were always playing games . No one made him play ...he loved the thrill of it all . Oh John ..ease up ...yea I did and walked out , next thing I know ..I wake up and he is gone . Just a game . " </strong> shaking his head . <br><br><strong>" I need to smoke or something ....I tired , drove all night here ....okay . "</strong> as he lifted his hand and waved her off . Took a few steps and stopped glancing back at her as if he was going to say something else . <br><br>After a long pause ...<strong>" Lot has changed since then you know ......I didn't let myself get close to no one for a couple years , just dead lifeless sex . I didn't give two shits about anyone or anything . Went through the motions and pushed everyone the hell away from me . Lonely ...so lonely of an existence. Now ...I am cautious but someone helped me figure out its okay to let others in . "</strong><br><br>Glancing towards Ava as she seemed to be moving to help with the stage and that giving her a nod of his head . He might need to explain all this later , but not right now .&nbsp; He really didn't owe anyone an explanation but if he was going to be involved the way he wished with that girl then she needed to know a little more about him. He still needed that buzz as he could feel the withdrawals mounting ..the agitation increasing .&nbsp; <br><br>He waved his hand ... <strong>" Go on ...Katey ...damn it , get that coffee in there before that bastard has a cow and fires your ass . Your on your own keeping this fricking job ..and ....."</strong> he stopped . <strong>" No more bringing up the past either .....you want to hide from yours , I don't want to talk shit about mine either in public . GOT IT . " </strong> He was a bit harsh on the last part , as he looked down avoiding her eyes . <br><br>Then he stormed off to the Bus muttering about needed sleep ....screw this shit . Soon he was up on the bus , collecting his gym bag and stuffing the package Maggie gave him inside . He was headed to the Hotel , get himself a hot shower ...smoke weed til he passed the fuck out . With any luck maybe Ava would wake him up and use him as she pleased . God it been awhile since a woman dominated him ...and he wanted it badly , wanted Paul ..but that wasn't possible .&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 01:31:42</strong>
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				<strong>Coffee time at the Venue, once off the street.</strong><br><br>Katey stepped back in surprise.&nbsp; Well, a little surprised.&nbsp; You never knew how anyone was going to act in a situation until you got into that situation.&nbsp; She nodded.<br><br>“Deal.&nbsp; Door closed,” she said before John stormed away.&nbsp; “He’ll have to deal with that some day,” She muttered, one of many mantras learned in recovery.&nbsp; She squatted and picked up the coffee and, by the grace of some deity or her own stubborn dexterity, managed to get back to the venue.<br><br>The people were out in force, now.&nbsp; She half wished she had someone to run interference for her, because kicking a fan in the face probably wasn’t going to be good for the band’s rep or the longevity of her “employment.”&nbsp; Katey snarled at a few of the girls who tried to sneak in behind her, and then there was a security guard taking care of the door.<br><br>“Thanks,” she said, smiling.&nbsp; She moved on into the arena.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 15:09:52</strong>
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				<strong>UPDATE</strong> <br><br>Maggie's proposal stopped Vinny in his tracks. It was true he was getting heat from the union and was seriously thinking about closing half of the venues down for the year. However, with this proposal, Vinny saw an opportunity to save thousands of dollars. The short fat man suddenly had a hard on for the Delinquent's Manager. "You got some balls on you, kid." He said, chuckling to himself as he blew the cigar smoke out towards her. "You got yourself a deal." Vinny stated, sticking his hand out. <br><br>Over by his desk the neatly dressed man said nothing. His hands folded comfortably in front of him. His blue stared intently at Maggie as she clasped hands with Vinny to seal the deal. The man was quiet and well composed. After the meeting with Dipiazzo the man in the suit would follow Maggie out. He cleared his throat and said: "Ms.&nbsp; Connor. I am James Delmeo. Mr. Vice has sent me here to oversee any business related matters. I am to be your attorney and confidant."&nbsp; <br><br><br><strong>INSIDE THE ARENA</strong> <br><br>Aurora and the crew were setting up inside of the arena and 50 lucky fans had the pleasure of watching the Delinquent's practice. How ever, one member was missing. Davis had yet to show up for practice. As usual. Aurora was livid, jaw clenched as she realized he wouldn't be showing up. With 50 screaming fans trying to get to the stage to meet the band, the lead guitarist had to think fast. Security guards held back the fans as the road crew worked on stage to connect lights and tune spare guitars. <br><br>Aurora plugged guitar into one of the large amps that was being hooked up, the hissing power being heard. She walked over to Boston and leaned over the drum kit. "Davis isn't here. The fucker ditched again. Do 'Brinstar' and see if they crowd will like that." she said, then called out to the others for the same thing. <br>Metroid Metal - Brinstar]<br>[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itZWNqox8xM#]Metroid Metal - Brinstar (http://[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itZWNqox8xM#)[/url]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 20:09:29</strong>
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				<strong>Outside with Neveah</strong><br><br>"It will tonight when we are sharing the same bed," Boston grinned then pinched Neveah's butt, and headed in to the arena. He was a flirt and couldn't help it. Though if he actually did it wouldn't surprise him at all. He ended up in a lot of different beds over his years of rock stardom. Though maybe three ended up in his bed. Maggie just so happened to be the third. He talked to her since that time in the shower, but things were better he supposed. <br><br><strong>Inside the Arena after setting up.</strong><br><br>He watched Aurora lean over his drum set, and sighed. "It's nothing new to be honest." He said then shook his head in agreeing at the song of choice. He looked tot he rest of his band members, and raised his drum sticks and banged them together three times, and then began to play. Fucking Davis would skip out on them when they needed to rehearse and do a sound check. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fallenangel77</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 00:58:21</strong>
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				Neveah was strumming her guitar, unplugged, waiting for the rehearsal to get started.&nbsp; Boss's words still dancing around in her head.&nbsp; At this point, she was probably the only band member that he hadn't slept with as of yet.&nbsp; They had come close a time or two, but she always ended up turning him down at the last minute.&nbsp; <em>All part of the game.</em>&nbsp; She smiles to herself. <em>Question is, who's bed?&nbsp; I hope he comes to mine.</em>&nbsp; She looks up, coming out of her thoughts to see Aurora looking upset, as usual.&nbsp; It wasn't the first time Davis ditched rehearsal, and it would certainly not be the last.&nbsp; Yet every time he pulls this stunt, it gets the same rise out of her. She hears Aurora tell Boss to start with 'Brinstar'.&nbsp; She plugs up and waits for Boss to count it out. She closes her eyes as the music pounds through her body and soul.&nbsp; This was her time to shine, and she loved every minute of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 07:08:24</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)...gathering up his stuff from the bus before he began to make his way over to the hotel room. </strong><br><br>John had disappeared inside the bus for awhile ...then stepped back out tossing his duffel bag up over his shoulder . He started the seemingly long walk over towards the hotel that was just really down the way some . Not seeming to care about the crazed fans ...though there surly seemed less of them . His mind pressed on his own inner thoughts to the point he just about walked past the place .<br><br>Soon he was inside and up at the front desk ...requiring about the room that should of been assigned or what not . Maggie was efficient anyways ...as he thanked the girl on the front desk . His eyes growing tired that was for sure . His legs tired of moving as he stepped into the elevator and pushed the button to the floor given . He just about fell asleep listening to that god awful music played inside that steel box as the doors opened and he actually had to stick his hand out to stop them from closing . Following the little signs ...he used the keycard to open the door . <br><br>Tossing his bags onto the side of the bed ...he soon was stripping down to a naked state as he pulled a joint out and began to smoke it . His body now just giving out on him ...his mind jumping from one mixed thought to another as the smoking seemed to help the man just shut everything down . Soon he was out like a light and cuddling up to several pillows with his naked ass lifted some into the air as JD was now in the fetal position and falling into the land of dreams . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock 'N Roll IC - Chicago</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 08:41:19</strong>
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				<strong>Katey the Barista Roadie<br>Behind the Scenes as the Band Plays</strong><br><br>Katey handed out the drinks, getting them mostly right.&nbsp; As the drums beat in she moved to a spot in the wings to watch the band, looking for their singer.&nbsp; Aw shit, she thought.&nbsp; She looked around, craning her neck and almost smacking into Aurora's guitar tech.&nbsp; "sorry," she hissed, moving around the tech to check further behind the scenes.<br><br>Where had she gone in the day?&nbsp; She rolled her eyes.&nbsp; She'd gone to the zoo and to the museum; it was good to be the thing not being stared at.&nbsp; But, she wasn't sure about Davis.&nbsp; <br><br>Katey moved back to her vantage point, dancing over a cable as it was replaced with another, the men running in squats to take care of the equipment.&nbsp; She listened.&nbsp; THis wasn't your average sound-check; this was more like a rehearsal.&nbsp; Did they rehearse on the road?&nbsp; Maybe a new song?&nbsp; No...she'd heard it before.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she shifted and saw the fans out front.&nbsp; Ooooh, she thought.&nbsp; O.K.&nbsp; Makes sense, now.<br><br>She pivoted away to hunt the grounds for Davis.&nbsp; Easing through the corridors of the behind-the-scenes area acting like she belonged there.
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