broken down & p a r a l y z e d

[JASON ERIC ANDERSON]

The air was cool today and smelled heavily of rain. For the past three days it had been raining on and off, trapping him and the rest of his band on their bus which wasn't something he enjoyed. He didn't mind spending time with the others but being locked in a hot, smelly bus with all of them, with a diminishing alcohol and drug supply? Bad. Very bad. Jason didn't do well with withdraws so the second it had stopped raining he'd left the bus without a word and contacted one of his dealers. Hours later and the twenty year old was feeling much better. Much more relaxed and happier and at ease. It was easier to smile now that his thoughts had been calmed. The smile on his lips grew steadily as he walked down the street, keeping his head held up, not bothered at all when fans - and the occasional hater - recognized him and shouted either an insult or an "I love you!" in his direction. It didn't matter who it was that was talking to him. The vocalist responded the same way to each and every person who noticed him. He gave a nice, casual wave in their direction, sometimes smiling over at them, sometimes even giving them a wink, but he really wasn't in the mood to be attacked by fans so he made sure to keep walking. Everyone knew that it was a bad idea to get caught alone by a pack of rabid fangirls. Laughing quietly to himself, brown eyes partially unfocused, he continued his sauntering down the street and finally reached the mall, somewhere he had been avoiding recently but who could blame him? Coming here alone was like pinning a sign to his back that said "I'm famous, come rip my clothes off!" ...Not that he minded getting his clothes torn off. Smirking, the tall male opened the door to the mall, holding it open for a couple before walking in behind them.

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[RYAN VINCENT DRAHEIM]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
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The warm afternoon sun in Oakland, California kept the earth as well as Ryan's bones warm as he slowly walked down the side walk that lined the bustling streets. Cars rolled by as fast as they possibly could in the low speed limit zone until they reached the next stop light. Always racing to get ahead of someone else to reach their destination faster. A small sigh left Ryan's lips as he slid his hands into his pockets of his leather jacket. Somehow, it managed to stay cool even in the direct sunlight. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair in a bored way. There wasn't a lot to do in Oakland on a Sunday. He really needed to go to the mall soon, though. He needed new clothes. His fans had a tendency to pull and tug on his clothes when he got near them. He had released a few things on his own, finding somewhat decent people to do the parts he couldn't do, but he still didn't have the mainstays to a band. Ryan bit his lip as he pushed these thoughts away for right now. He was doing the best he could to find people. He paused at the corner of a coffee shop as he weighed his options for what to do today. Coffee first, most definitely, and then the mall? It was either that or go home and be alone. The mall sounded like a better idea, then. Plus, it wasn't that far from where he was right now.

It took him roughly a half hour to walk to the mall but he wasn't really trying to move quickly, either. Once at the entrance, he walked inside before making his way down the long yet wide first floor. There weren't any really decent stores on the first floor and now that he was here, there were a few stores upstairs calling his name. Spencer's, was one of them. Sure, they had some shirts and things but he was more interested in what was always in the darkened back corners of the store. Of course, who wasn't? Ryan bit his lip as he walked up the stairs, refusing to take the escalators since they scared him with the thought that he may get fat by using them, and walked up and down the second floor in search of the innocent but still dirty store. He glanced around to find there wasn't really anyone else in the store and he tried to stall at a few shirts for a few moments. He didn't want to just go straight to the back of the store, even though that's what he wanted to do. He was sure that they got plenty of customers that were just there for the sexual items but still, it bothered him to just straight up walk back there without looking at anything else. Besides, these bright purple letters on black shirts were pretty cute... Then, someone moved past him and he caught a glimpse of crazy hair and ink that he faintly remembered from somewhere else. His gaze flickered up at the other person before eventually figuring out that it was one of the guys from Speed Static. Ryan glanced around for a second to make sure there weren't a flock of girls in here before he coughed slightly, "Heyy, aren't you that guy from Speed Static..?" Heh, real smooth Ryan. Way to make yourself sound like an idiot.

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