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Crazy at work. Maybe Nursing wasn't such a good idea.
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Hey,
So, as the title sorta' suggests - I'm totally craving a band roadtrip!!
I'm not really big on the rule thing, so I'm going to bullet point a few musts for all of you skim readers out there..
*Good grammar/spelling ability. (That said, mistakes happen. Whatcha' gonna do?)
*The ability to write decent length replies, and develop interesting characters.
*Enjoy a wee bit of the ole' OOC thing.
*Be 18+ - we're a rock band on tour... Mature themes aplenty.
*Be able to play M and F. And none of the whole sub/dom labelling either please and thankyou.
*Have a cheeky sense of humour..
Great, huh? Awesome.
First off, this isn't dark and dreary. This is light hearted and entertaining. Sure there will be mature themes, but I'm not looking for a bus load of depressing emo's with alcohol problems, comprende? Yay.
So, we're a new mellow rock band, heading off on our first official tour with a label. Tres exciting. They're a tight knit, motley crew - and I'm thinking that a little bit of the romantic stuff will blossom between two of them. Obviously the finer points will be discussed via PM. We'll need to play around with a Manager, and it'll be great fun handling all of their many interactions.
If you're interested, shoot me a PM!
Lu.
So, as the title sorta' suggests - I'm totally craving a band roadtrip!!
I'm not really big on the rule thing, so I'm going to bullet point a few musts for all of you skim readers out there..
*Good grammar/spelling ability. (That said, mistakes happen. Whatcha' gonna do?)
*The ability to write decent length replies, and develop interesting characters.
*Enjoy a wee bit of the ole' OOC thing.
*Be 18+ - we're a rock band on tour... Mature themes aplenty.
*Be able to play M and F. And none of the whole sub/dom labelling either please and thankyou.
*Have a cheeky sense of humour..
Great, huh? Awesome.
First off, this isn't dark and dreary. This is light hearted and entertaining. Sure there will be mature themes, but I'm not looking for a bus load of depressing emo's with alcohol problems, comprende? Yay.
So, we're a new mellow rock band, heading off on our first official tour with a label. Tres exciting. They're a tight knit, motley crew - and I'm thinking that a little bit of the romantic stuff will blossom between two of them. Obviously the finer points will be discussed via PM. We'll need to play around with a Manager, and it'll be great fun handling all of their many interactions.
If you're interested, shoot me a PM!
Lu.
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Chloe, a word?
The blonde flinched. Oh man. Did she hate him? No, unfortunately not. Was she incredibly angry at him? Absolutely. He hadn't told her that he was married, and that was sneaky. And now? Well, she had the fact that she'd slept with a married man on her conscience. However, despite all of these factors, a part of her just wanted to jump up and hug him.
Brad cocked his head to the side in curiosity. Had Chloe had Professor Foster in the first year? He thought they were both new to his class.. That couldn't be the case though, because the dude clearly knew who she was by sight.
"Did you have him last year?"
Chloe snapped out of her stupor, "No. Why?"
"How does he know who you are already?"
"Hmmmm. Mug shots maybe?"
Smooth, real smooth.
It wasn't a totally out there reason, was it? After all, they had all sat for those stupid photographs when they'd first started. Brad, who had known Chloe for a long time, just nodded. He wasn't convinced, and it showed. "Right." He smirked. "Shall I meet you in the cafeteria?"
Chloe merely saluted her buddy and took a couple of steps backwards, her slightly goofy nature now on show. With a cool smile, she twiddled her bag strap as she turned to Hadley.
"Yes, Professor Foster?
He was still irritatingly attractive, but the now visible wedding ring reminded her of her annoyance.
"How's the wife?"
The eyebrow twitched in a manner that suggested Professor Foster had some explaining to do..
The blonde flinched. Oh man. Did she hate him? No, unfortunately not. Was she incredibly angry at him? Absolutely. He hadn't told her that he was married, and that was sneaky. And now? Well, she had the fact that she'd slept with a married man on her conscience. However, despite all of these factors, a part of her just wanted to jump up and hug him.
Brad cocked his head to the side in curiosity. Had Chloe had Professor Foster in the first year? He thought they were both new to his class.. That couldn't be the case though, because the dude clearly knew who she was by sight.
"Did you have him last year?"
Chloe snapped out of her stupor, "No. Why?"
"How does he know who you are already?"
"Hmmmm. Mug shots maybe?"
Smooth, real smooth.
It wasn't a totally out there reason, was it? After all, they had all sat for those stupid photographs when they'd first started. Brad, who had known Chloe for a long time, just nodded. He wasn't convinced, and it showed. "Right." He smirked. "Shall I meet you in the cafeteria?"
Chloe merely saluted her buddy and took a couple of steps backwards, her slightly goofy nature now on show. With a cool smile, she twiddled her bag strap as she turned to Hadley.
"Yes, Professor Foster?
He was still irritatingly attractive, but the now visible wedding ring reminded her of her annoyance.
"How's the wife?"
The eyebrow twitched in a manner that suggested Professor Foster had some explaining to do..
What the actual fuck..
Chloe blinked.. And then blinked again about seven times in quick succession. No. It couldn't be. This was just some weird mind game. A hallucination brought on through too little sleep and too much alcohol. There was no way in the world that it was him. Not even a tiny possibility.
The lame joke sealed it. It was him. In the flesh. Chloe's stomach did a strange little lurch, and her eyebrow perked. Sure he'd said he was a Professor, but he wasn't her Professor. Hell, it was one of the smallest Colleges in the Country. There wasn't a cat in hells chance..
"Yo, Chlo, what's got you so perplexed?" Brad leaned in, a laugh escaping him as he checked out the facial expression that his friend was sporting. He couldn't quite place it. Well, until the word wife came up.. At that point, he definitely woulda' put money on angry. Real angry. But why?
Wife?
Wife?!!
WIFE
Chloe wanted the ground to swallow her up. She wanted to jump out of the window.. She wanted to do anything to get herself out of there. Instead, she sat. She sat calmly through the cheeky little jokes and jabs at the significant other, and waited. Waited for the end when she merely gathered up her belongings and headed down the steps with Brad. Just walk past.. Keep your head down and walk past. Don't glare, don't frown.. Just walk.
Chloe blinked.. And then blinked again about seven times in quick succession. No. It couldn't be. This was just some weird mind game. A hallucination brought on through too little sleep and too much alcohol. There was no way in the world that it was him. Not even a tiny possibility.
The lame joke sealed it. It was him. In the flesh. Chloe's stomach did a strange little lurch, and her eyebrow perked. Sure he'd said he was a Professor, but he wasn't her Professor. Hell, it was one of the smallest Colleges in the Country. There wasn't a cat in hells chance..
"Yo, Chlo, what's got you so perplexed?" Brad leaned in, a laugh escaping him as he checked out the facial expression that his friend was sporting. He couldn't quite place it. Well, until the word wife came up.. At that point, he definitely woulda' put money on angry. Real angry. But why?
Wife?
Wife?!!
WIFE
Chloe wanted the ground to swallow her up. She wanted to jump out of the window.. She wanted to do anything to get herself out of there. Instead, she sat. She sat calmly through the cheeky little jokes and jabs at the significant other, and waited. Waited for the end when she merely gathered up her belongings and headed down the steps with Brad. Just walk past.. Keep your head down and walk past. Don't glare, don't frown.. Just walk.
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