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Post by greyer aidan bloc on Feb 23, 2011 12:58:17 GMT -5
  ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ Sound checks, ugh. That was the worst thing about performing. Or so Greyer thought today. Usually the worst part was performing itself. But this morning, he was abnormally antsy. It was the first day of the tour. First show and he already felt like just leaving. This was going to be a boring tour, he could just feel it. Karma Kin was one of the lesser known bands, and they really didn't know anyone else. That was the part that sucked. Were any of the band members or their crews even gay?! No one had even tried to hit on him. What the fuck...?
As he waited for his turn to do sound check, the screamer looked around backstage. A couple of the other bands were there to do the same thing. Like Zero Percent. Now there was a band that nearly everyone knew about. A hot band.... Especially that drummer. Well, now that he thought about it, anyway. Never had he actually looked at Zack Mørk like that. Well, he'd never been close enough to have a shot with him.
A grin came to his lip and he walked over to where the band was setting up. He tapped Zack on the shoulder gently and smiled at him. Laying down that charm he had. In the way only he could. Charming was his middle name. "Hey...Zack, right? Um...wanna bust this joint? [/color]" And there was the direct approach he was so famous for! He stopped short of saying, let's go hook up. But he meant the same thing in the end. If this guy knew anything about him, he would know that. Oh the life of being famous and everyone knowing your business.[/blockquote] ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ WORDS ! two eight one
TAGS ! zack
OUTFIT ! here
CREDIT ! lyrics from "S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W" by my chemical romance, template by zee
NOTES ! smexayy [/size] |
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Post by zack on Feb 23, 2011 14:52:25 GMT -5
Don't be a stranger. Misanthrope. Don't take my hand.
blind your eyes, bow your head, a swollen halo of your own hell
Zack sat behind his drums, lightly drumming his fingers on the drum itself as he stared out across the rest of the stage. He had done his sound check, not that there was much to check really. Never one for following procedure he just did a quick practice with the rest of the guys, made sure he wasn’t drowning anyone out yet could still be heard, decided he was epic and left it at that. Any other day he would have left by now but he had nowhere to go, nobody to go with as they were all still tuning guitars and practicing vocals.
Well fuck this. Shoving his stool back Zack shoved his sticks into his back pocket and wondered away from the rest of the band. Not saying a word, he often left without saying so it would be nothing new for him to be there one minute but gone the next. He had decided he was done, so that was it and nothing or nobody was going to stop him. Just had to find his jacket, where the hell did he dump it? That was the trouble with being messy, Zack often dumped his stuff wherever he happened to be. “Hmm..” he mumbled, kicking out at a lead that trailed across the floor before looking back to his drums.
That’s when he felt the tap on his shoulder. What was with people here and not understanding the concept of personal space. Turning around Zack met Greyer happy smile with a look that could kill. It took a moment for the guys words to sink in and the anger faded from Zack but still he looked pretty annoyed. Who was this guy and what the heck did he mean? Bust this joint, was he twelve or something?
Judging by the fact he was backstage he was either one of those terminally ill kids, all be it a adult and on a last wish deal or he was in a band. Seemed to know Zacks name either way, Zack liked that. “Sure, why not..” Zack said lacking any enthusiasm but then if he knew Zacks name then he should at least have a idea of his personality. God knew enough was printed in the papers about them all. “What band you in?” Zack asked, considering Zack rarely acknowledge anyone, this was a huge deal that he actually took interest in this random older bloke.[/justify][/size] obscured by light, a stain inside, your tattooed cross is too heavy to bear [/blockquote][/color] |
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Post by greyer aidan bloc on Mar 1, 2011 14:58:01 GMT -5
͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ Maybe it wasn't a very good idea to go talk to a stranger. Even one he knew a little bit from his famousness. Not when they greeted Greyer with a hostile look like that. It seemed that Zack could kill the older man if he so wished. Which it seemed he might have wanted to. Taking a step back gently, he waited for the answer. Waited to know if they were going to leave together, his smile disappearing. Now all that was left for an expression upon his face was an anticipatory smirk. This man would be lucky to have him, anyone would. That was why he was still there and looking so smug.
The answer seemed to take forever. Or maybe it was only a matter of a few seconds. Either way, it was a long time for the screamer to think. He stayed a little distance away until he got the okay. At that point, however, he gently placed his hand on the small of the drummer's back. His intentions were to lead them both towards his tour bus. Since the rest of Karma Kin was here for sound check, they would have it all to themselves. They could be alone when they did their nasty business. Just how Grey liked it.
The dark man spoke to him as he attempted to lead him away. So he wanted to get to know him a bit first, hm? Why? What was even the point of that? A little scoff fell from his lips and he shook his head. "I am the screamer of Karma Kin. I don't blame you for not knowing that. Many don't.... But you will remember my name. Of that I'm sure. [/color]" He winked up at the taller. Confident that if he was asking him questions, then he actually cared in some form. Everyone knew that Zack wasn't exactly the most...vocal or warm person. He was quite cold to people. But if he was asking personal questions, that was quite a change of behavior.[/blockquote] ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ ͊ WORDS ! three three six
TAGS ! zack
OUTFIT ! here
CREDIT ! lyrics from "S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W" by my chemical romance, template by zee
NOTES ! smexayy [/size] |
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Post by zack on Mar 2, 2011 11:31:55 GMT -5
Don't be a stranger. Misanthrope. Don't take my hand.
blind your eyes, bow your head, a swollen halo of your own hell
Clearly this was a habit that needed to be stopped. Stopping still and taking Greyers hand from his back. “Look, don’t touch.” Was the message, dealt in that oh so soothing Norwegian tone… hopefully he wouldn’t have to repeat it. It was just a rule Zack had with everyone, his band mates knew all to well that Zack did not like body contact. Maybe it was a silly rule, one that anyone would ignore thinking it wasn’t a serious request but that wouldn’t be wise. Zack disliked repeating himself and certainly wouldn’t hold back from giving this stranger a thwack round the head to get the point across.
Zack just didn’t like being controlled in any way, shape or form and to him, a hand on his back showing him where to walk was a form of control. After he just continued walking and looked to Greyer as he confirmed he was in a band, obviously a fairly new and upcoming one. Zack raised a eyebrow hearing the guy say that ‘he would remember his name. Honestly Zack didn’t remember half the names of the Tech guys for his own band, you could forget about him remembering the names of those in other bands, even the band itself.
So far Greyer had done nothing but irritate Zack for him to have any reason to commit the guy to memory. “We will see..” he mumbled, looking away and ahead to where Greyer was walking. Seemed like they were heading towards the buses.. God how Zack hated the tour buses. It was crampt, the bunks were tiny and you couldn’t escape from being near another person, not good for someone who valued personal space. This offer to get out better be worth it, more then just going to another bus. Zack didn’t like his time being wasted any more then he liked being touched. Which would greatly interfere with whatever Grey had in mind.
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