On the Road (Mistaking and Fightingfaithless)
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				Title: <strong>On the Road (Mistaking and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fightingfaithless</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 04:01:48</strong>
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				Erin wasn’t nervous, he should be he guessed…most everyone would be when they were about to meet someone as ‘awesome’ as his father’s band…whatever their names were. He just wasn’t, the blonde couldn’t even bring himself to smile and why would he? See, Eric Young, was a very critical and very serious young man…and as such he just really did not in any shape or form, understand music. So meeting a ban was not on the top of his to do list. Not only this but&nbsp; he was stuck with his step-father, someone he couldn’t stand much less wanted to spend time with, for the rest of the summer. Not to mention the rest of his summer would also be spent with a bunch of lazy ass musicians who thought playing silly tunes counted as a job. <br><br>Yes well he had news for them, it didn’t, they were useless to society. What did music do to help people? Nothing, can’t get them out of dept, can’t feed people, it doesn’t save lives, it was a waste to all man kind. However his mother felt he needed this…trip, instead of more classes on campus his mother kicked him out for the summer to travel around with his step-father in his band for ‘his own good’. If she thought he was going to make life long friends and come back all sparkles and sun shine she had another thing coming. So yes he couldn’t even force a smile as he stood by his father’s side, his thin tall fame just barely standing&nbsp; just under his step-father’s height. <br><br>No instead a bored look settled across his soft boyish face, pale blue green eyes locked onto the ceiling of the airport they had come to pick him up at as Rodger introduced him to the band, his arms crossed behind his head. This was going to be such a long summer he didn’t even want to think about it, sure he had brought some medical books and research journals to preoccupy himself but god all summer? No even a young man with his drive couldn’t spend two whole months with his nose in medical journals, hence long summer. <br><br>“I think they get that I’m Erin, they probable got it the first 5 times you said it.” He muttered, the dry tone and exasperated sigh were hard to missed, though it seem to go right over the taller man’s head as he dragged him over to some dark headed kid about his height and build. “This will be your guide and all around question guy Ciel, what do you think?” He asked and the narrow eyes scanned the boy up and down before lifting a sharp brow up at his step-father. “I think he looks like a idiot.” Was all he said, expression flat not even shifting as he crossed his arms and looked away from his ‘guide’.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Road (Mistaking and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistaKing</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 05:48:33</strong>
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				“Not the talkative or polite type is he?” The singer spoke first. Shawn was far more vocal of his first though, unlike Ciel who was far more polite. While he acted a bit more civil on camera one could not say the same for how he acted backstage. He for one found the idea of meeting Erin to far more like babysitting, even if it was to be Ciel who would be dealing with the male. Chuck the drummer and Dan the bass guitarist offered a simple greeting in return. No one offered a greeting quite like Ciel though. <br><br>When Erin came in Ciel had been doing what he normally did. Conversing with his band mates while relaying his guitar’s remarks and points, something his fellow band members had gotten used to after much grief. The boy’s skill outweighed his hard to swallow personalities. As well Ciel himself was actually very courteous and kind disregarding his tendency to talk his ear off. His fingers had been gracefully plucking as Mista’ Jangles in a soothing tune. Many thought the electric guitar was no instrument to perform the dark waltz on especially when no vocals were being offered by Shawn. He didn’t care, it still sounded nice even if you could hardly tell the original inspiration. Some of the people waiting for their plane to arrive actually found it far better entertainment than the voice calling out planes and information over the loud speaker.<br><br>Soon as everyone else had had their introductions out of the way Ciel bounced right up as he was introduced. His guitar being slung over his shoulder he moved right in front of Erin and Rodger. His hand held out as his usual goofy grin splayed over his features. <strong>“Rodger! Ya forgot someone didn’ ya? Sure, I’m CViel an’ it is quite de pleasure t’ meet’cha but ya forgot Mista’ Jangles! I mean I know ya told me ta keep ‘im quiet ‘n all but someone related to ya should be able t’ learn ‘bout ‘im.”</strong> He shoved a thumb over his shoulder to point at the guitar on his back.<br><br>He didn’t even seem to be thrown off by the insult. With the same glad smile he snagged Erin’s hand without waiting for him to hold it out and began to shake it. <strong>”Know de place well enough ta show ya whateva’ ya need ta! All de best places ta go fer music, best places fer seafood ‘n sweets. Jangles knows a good BBQ place. Not really sure ‘ow ‘e came across it wit’out me nor ‘ow ‘e tasted it but it is still nice’a ‘im ya offer it up. Don’ seem dat fond’a you though. I’ll keep what ‘e said t’ m’self since I really don’ need ya fightin’ wit’ ‘im durin’ introductions. Would be ‘orribly rude ta everyone around really.”</strong> Ciel spoke quick making his Cajun even more difficult to understand. <br><br>Shawn couldn’t help but laugh as he muttered to one of the other band mates. “Bet you anything Ciel’s going to get himself punched in the eye.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Road (Mistaking and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fightingfaithless</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 06:12:45</strong>
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				Erin blinked, looking up at his stepfather and for once he felt slightly bad for the older dark headed man, he looked so nervous that he could kill over. Looking back at the yammering dark headed guitarist he pretty much took it all with a pretty much blank look on his face. One watching would know if he was bored, confused, or just didn’t understand what the other was saying…could have been a little of both. He didn’t even flinch as the hyper boy took his hand, shaking it and after a few good shakes he felt his hand had been held long enough and ripped it from Ciel’s grip. <br><br>Looking at his hand with a odd disgruntled look before lowering it again and just blinking slowly at the obvious nice outgoing young man. Cute…not doubt about it, now if only Erin could do something about that mouth…of course being a musician wasn’t up there with his list of good traits in a partner either. He didn’t really do or saying anything for a few good moments before lifting his hand slowly as if he was going to actually act out on the singer’s bet but instead reached into his backpack and whipped out a book. Opening it with one hand he stuffed his face into the medical journal and walked around the kid…yes it seem like a good title for the talkative guitarist. <br><br>“W…where are you going!?” He heard his stepfather call over the crowd, his tone making is obvious how unsure he was with him going off. “To get a beer…” Was his only reply and he could hear the sputtering even through the talking and all around sound sounds of the airport. “B…But your not ol-” He didn’t really get to finish because Erin knew exactly what he was going to say and had already whipped out his fake idea and held it above his head. His face didn’t even leave the book in front of his face as he disappeared into the crowd to look for a bar…they always had bars in airports it shouldn’t be to hard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Road (Mistaking and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistaKing</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 06:28:37</strong>
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				Ciel held a bewildered expression when Erin simply walked around him. He spun around instantly and watched him walk off. Without even knowing it a voice dripping in a southern accent snuck from his lips. <strong><em>"Oh this one is going to be fun to tame."</em></strong> A soft chuckle escaped him before Ciel was back in control. His eyes brightened at the sight of the ID before he spun to grin up at Rodger. <strong>"Don' worry one bit boss. Ya kid is gonna be in good 'ands! I'll keep 'n eye on 'im. Ain' a person yet dat 'as been able ta avoid me fer long!"</strong> With a gleeful wave Ciel spun on his toes and hurried after the boy. <br><br>Shawn came up with an amused expression on his face. He stood next to Rodger as he watched the boy hurry after him. "How exactly is he a means of making someone like musicians? If anything he'll make him hate anyone with lips." <br><br>Ciel caught up to Erin in no time. He weaved his way through the crowd with only a few people taking a smack from his guitar case. After taking a moment to walk next to him and spy on what he was reading he grinned and just followed where he was going. <strong>"Lookin' fer a drink huh? do enjoy dem m'self. Neva' able ta maike one'a dem IDs work though. Can occasionally get a few drinks from someone wantin' me t' shut up. Namely Shawn, says 'e prefers me when I am blacked out."</strong> <br><br>With a little snicker he swept around to stand dead in front of him not caring if he smacked headlong into him. He'd stand his ground. <strong>"do know dat de bars 'ere are kinda tacky right? Dere are pubs 'n sports bars all around dis place ta use dat at. I could happily show ya where one is dat isn' de location'a 'eartbroken lovers whose crushes jus' flew ta anotha' state."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Road (Mistaking and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fightingfaithless</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 07:36:00</strong>
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				The older man looked down at Shawn with a particular look on his aged face. “Oh god I hate you sometimes Ciel…I hate you so much.” He breathed before a small whine feel from him as he watched Ciel disappeared through the crowd. “I don’t know damn it…it seem like a good idea at the time.” Roger groaned as he ran his hands through his peppered brown locks. The bass player gave their manager a sympathetic grin, though despite how young the other look, the grin looked anything but sympathetic on the mischievous musicians face. “Ahh poor thing, welp you win some you lose some I always say…at least I think its what I say. Doesn’t matter! What matters…is could he get me an ID like that?” He smirked, rubbing at his chin, it was worth a try and he had all summer. Hearing Dan’s words caused the already frazzled old man to let out a pitiful sound…this really was going to be a long summer.<br><br>Erin really had though he had gotten away from the overly excited young man that had been thrust upon him as his ‘guide’, he really had though he could lose them all in the crowd…that was till he felt the curious eyes beside him, eyeing up his book. He couldn’t help but growl when the kid came to stand in front of him, stopping just before he made contact and snapped his book shut. Eyeing the other with a small exasperated look aimed at the peppy kid he gave up reading, shoving the book back into his bag before giving the talkative dark headed musician his full attention. <br><br>“Wow…do you even know how to breath?” He questioned with a shake of his head, he could already feel a headache coming on…and he really needed a drink. He had to weight the options carefully, spend the evening with Ciel and get good drinks…or ditch him and don’t find any drinks at all. It was a surprisingly hard decision before his need for a stiff drink won out and he groaned in defeated. “Fine…lead the way…” He waved, rolling his eyes and sighing mentally had he said a long summer? No it would be a long summer if he made it through the first day without trying to kill himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Road (Mistaking and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistaKing</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 09:20:15</strong>
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				A little laugh came from Shawn looking from Dan to Rodger. "Oh you'll come to grow used to the hyper fool like we have. He's tiresome but worth having with us. It is why we make sure we got ibuprofen around at all times. Do hate the headaches he is known to cause. Problematic really." He chuckled and began to leave as well. "Not reason to stand around here. We'll make Ciel ask him about the IDs later. Get one for all the band members, minus the old man of coarse. Would be silly to give him one after all." <br><br>"Coarse I know how ta breath. I know how ta breath so well dat I can do it quickly wit'out de need ta break my sentences so much! Learned dat when learnin' 'ow ta sing. I was god awful at it an' dey say I am neva' allowed to but it'elped wit' de talkin' an' everyt'in'." Ciel waited with bated breath for Erin's answer. He clapped his hands together and grabbed Erin's hand. "Downtown 'as de best places! Come on!" <br><br>He began to drag Erin from the airport and pull him off as long as he could. If he rip his hand from him he would just keep moving. It wasn't to long a walk from the airport to down town. He lead him to a brick building along the river. Of coarse he was giving an active commentary of everything around him on the way. It mostly was trivial involving their band, music and the off chance he actually knew something about the place.<br><br>"Welcome ta de 18th Amendment! Cute lil' name no? Lovely bar food 'n I 'ear it 'as de best drinks. Was taken 'ere once. Neva' could give it a try m'self. An' you're buying." He cackled softly. "Since you seem ta know 'ow ta do dis correctly you gotta lead de way! Anyt'in' sweet fer me. Oh or does ones dat I 'ear 'ave Red bull in dem! Love de taste'a energy drinks afta' all." He pulled the door open and gestured inside. "You first!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Road (Mistaking and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fightingfaithless</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 19:00:06</strong>
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				Rodger looked unconvinced however all he could do was follow, especially since at Shawn’s words Dan jumped up with his fist in the air and a looked he really didn’t like. “Hell fucking yes! Lets find that bastard and tie him down and torture him till he gives us what we want!” He shouted, and before anyone could tell him that wasn’t what the singer had said the bass player had ran into the crowd in the same direction the other two had gone.<br><br>Erin groaned as the other went on…and on, he was in hell he was sure, his own personal hell created just for him. He was sure of this as he watched the adorable bundle of rainbows and hyper speed that was Ciel as he was dragged along. He could barely keep up at the rapid pace the words kept flying out at…add the accent that the young platinum blond was pretty much lost and ignoring the other by the time they reached where they were going. <br><br>The place was surprisingly nice, blue green eyes scanning the outside of the place critically before deciding it would do, looking over at the dark headed boy and sighing. He usually would protest but at this moment anything to get the cute…THING to shut up. “What the fuck ever…” He sighed as he walked through the open door, the inside was pretty nice place inside as well, nothing to fancy but not trashy. Pretty busy which would work in his favor, he never had problems with his ID however the kid behind him would no doubt. So that meant a table…oh goody. <br><br>“Look…go sit your hyper ass down at a table and I’ll bring them…just pick one I’ll find you.” He growled in defeated, it didn’t look like he would be able to lose the annoyance so he would just have to deal with him. Maybe he was easier to deal with when drunk…or maybe worse he wasn’t sure yet if he wanted to find out. Leaving the musician behind to find a table he quickly walked up to the clean sharp bar to order their drinks, a ‘Fuck me Harder’ for the kid and a simple Ale for himself, flashing his ID and paying with ease before grabbing the drinks with a mumbled thanks and going out to search for his personal demon that was Ciel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Road (Mistaking and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistaKing</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 00:23:56</strong>
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				Shawn stared after Dan with his mouth wide open. He sighed and looked up to their band manager. "Should we go after him? I can never tell if he is serious or not." Chuck closed the book he had been engrossed with this entire time. With a little sigh he stood up and began to fumble with his pockets. Finally he pulled his pack of cigarettes out and held it out in Rodger's direction. "You're probably going to need these."<br><br>Regardless of Erin's less than pleasant response Ciel seemed pleased that Erin seemed to like the place. He followed him in until he was told to sit down. He looked around the bar a moment before, thinking it would be best to keep his under aged ass from getting kicked out. He sat in a corner booth with his beloved guitar placed next to him. Of course with no one else to talk to Ciel began to do the most suspicious thing about him which was, talk to Jangles. <br><br>"Well yeah. 'e's cute but pretty bitchy. Surely it is because'a what Rodga' said 'bout 'im an' music. Anyone dat don' appreciate de wonders'a a good tune would act like 'im I'm sure. No Jangles.. N-no!" A little blush crossed his lips as he shoved his guitar making it slide to the side and tap up against the table. He began to mutter to it before silencing as soon as Erin can back with an innocent little grin crossing over his lips to pretend like nothing happened. <br><br>He looked over the drink curiously before taking it to give it a gulp. His eyes and grin widened before he placed it down. "Oh wonda'ful choice dere! Not exactly an energy drink mix but it is still wonda'ful. So~." He grinned to Erin and leaned a bit forward while nursing his drink. "so, what is all dis 'bout'cha er.. 'Not gettin' music' or somet'in' ta dat effect? I don' see 'ow ya can't! Listenin' ta de right one can get'cha foot movin' by itself!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Road (Mistaking and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fightingfaithless</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 03:24:10</strong>
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				The older man snatched the cigarette and stuck it between his lips with one shaking hand as he watch the crazy bass player vanish. This was…god why did he take on this band! He heard their music and was sure that this would be his big break, they were all good looking, sounded like heaven, and actually like each other to a point…the guy didn’t tell them they were all fucking crazy. Ok so these two weren’t so bad but they just fanned the crazy damn it! Especially Shawn with his crazy bets and smart ass comments. With a defeated sigh he nodded with a whimper. “Yes lets…go find them all who knows what my step-son will do to poor Ciel.” He sighed before he went off in the direction with the last two in tow.<br><br>Erin watched the other with a cooly raised eyebrow, did the this crazy hyper kid really thing he was going to give him a ENERGY drink? Lost…his…damn…mind, the question however just made him snort as he tipped back the beer, refusing to look at the other. If he pretend the other wasn’t really there it maybe it would help a little. It didn’t and the headache that had been slowly building was coming to a full blown migraine. “Music…is pointless. It can’t cure cancer, it can not stop poverty, it won’t stop murders…it can not save lives. It is just a waste to society…so yes I DON’T really get it.” He shrugged as if he hadn’t just insulted the other’s passion as well as his job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Road (Mistaking and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistaKing</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 12:04:31</strong>
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				Ciel then stared at Erin like he had completely lost his mind. He had lost Ciel in the conversation after all. He tilted his head before pointing to the ceiling. "Ya serious cher? Oh come on, so what if music don' cure anyt'in'. Dat ain' what it is dere for! Music 'as been around far longa' den de worry 'bout canca' or poverty! I stand by t'inkin' dat if people truly got demselves lost in music dey wouldn' murda', but den dere is all dis controversy ova' death metal and dat god awful screamo music dat I ain' touchin' it." He held his hands up with a little grin before sliding along the booth to try and sit next to him. He didn't seem offended at all, in all truth he took this as a challenge. <br><br>"I want'cha ta do somet'in'. Real quick!" He took another sip of his drink. "Close ya eyes, just close dem completely 'n focus on de music playin' above us. Listen ta de beat, listen ta de instruments. Let all dat flow through ya as ya finally listen ta de lyrics. I want'cha ta use ya imagination 'ere cher. Try and put a video ta de music. Den a feelin'. Le'see if ya get dis. If not I got a lotta work ta do wit'cha." He giggled and beamed brightly. "Don' worry though! I am a stubborn Cajun. Ain' nuttin' dat 'as been able ta deter me! Oh." He looked to his guitar a moment confused. "Come on now dat doesn' count. Because I got 'it by a car! Dat 'as nuttin' ta do wit' my stubbornness! Accidents involvin' me breakin' m' leg is NOT a part'a dis conversation! Just shut up Mista' Jangles."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Road (Mistaking and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fightingfaithless</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 18:03:26</strong>
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				Erin frowned, glaring at the other as the attractive guitar player inched closer though he made no move to further himself away. Mostly that had to do with the fact that despite Ceil being idiotic loud mouth…he was not that hard on the eyes, as he had observed before. However the request had him hesitating, weighting the pros and cons he sighed, maybe if he just did what the other asked he would live the student alone.<br><br>&nbsp;“Whatever…crazy mother fucker that one…” He muttered to himself, pale blue eyes boring into the table as if it could solve his problems before slumping in defeat. Blowing some the wild stray locks from his face he let his eyes slipped closed slowly, pale lips pressed together angrily as he though about how THIS could be a whole summer occurrence…it was not comforting. However when he did something he didn’t do it half assed so he did, in fact, do as he was told. <br><br>Leaning forward against the table he let the music wash over him, the husky male voice made him shuttered but other than that…all he could see was a big load of nothing. Biting his lips in concentration he tried a bit harder before scowling, was this some trick? How the hell was he suppose to put a picture to the song when he had no idea what the man was talking about? What was a fucking did ‘Somebody for me out there” even mean?<br><br>(Hope you don't mind but I made the song a fairly popular one since I wasn't sure if we listen to the same things. Nickelback's "Gotta be Somebody" seemed popular enough and fit alright.)
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