Mrow, tacos !! [open]

[Eric Richard Sutton]

Oh oh oh - look at what we've all tried not to become:
another fabricated self-portrait.

Eric Sutton

Eric's eyes rolled back as he took a bite of the taco he'd just purchased. If one could orgasm from one's tongue, Eric would do it. How he loved tacos. It was his only weakness, next to girls... and parties and alcohol and piercings, but you get the general idea. Now, it wasn't difficult at all to imagine how Eric must have looked as he devoured the taco. Little bits of the sauce dribbling down his cheeks, a bit of lettuce hanging from his lip. Of course, he didn't care. Why should he? If someone were to judge him for enjoying something so great-- well, no skin off his nose. Right?

Even as he thought that, Eric took a quick note of how much of a mess he'd made. Sighing, Eric realized that he'd spilled meat into his lap. Why oh why, must something so great be so messy? Eric put down what was left of the mutilated taco and whipped a napkin over his crotch. He frowned, realizing it looked like someone had shit on his pants. Or maybe, he was paranoid. His manager always said to watch his image, he was in a new band, and doing silly things like this wasn't going to help their look. Who would want to stay signed with a band if the members manage to get on the front of People every few days for making a mess of themselves? Eric's mind's eye mimicked the managers voice and stance as he/she recited that line.

Eric realized, at this point it didn't matter. Picking up what was left of his meal, he dug in. He'd deal with whatever bull shit his manager would throw at him later. If he found out, of course. As of right now, he'd paid $6.99 for this meal, and he didn't plan on letting it go to waste. Hell, it seemed a sin to let it go to waste. And being the God-fearing boy I am, I must not sin by letting this food go uneaten! Even as he thought that, he felt himself securing a deeper spot in Hell. That was okay though, while Eric was alive he planned to enjoy tacos as often as possible.

OoC:
Clothing: This with these jeans and shoes.
Music: None
Notes?: Just found out I gotta walk to work in the damn snow. D< My creativity died so fast.

[Lauren Saint Bailey]

So Lauren was done for the day, sort of, she was taking the rest of the day off she’d informed who she needed too so she was set, besides band practice was finished officially and like always after she’d been playing her bass she was completely starving and craving some food, pretty much like every day Lauren headed out to grab some food before she went onto do what ever she could find next which probably would some sort of pub or club she was never that bothered were she went as long as she had a good time and could sort of wake up the next morning. A small smile crept onto her face as she paced straight towards the nearly café or place to eat, her hair a mess and her clothes no better, she still hadn’t had a chance to buy herself some new stuff since she’d moved too Los Angeles; something she knew her folks back home would be furious with but she didn’t care... she was here with her three best friends what more could she ever want.

She frowned noticing she was getting some weird looks from people passing her by, though what she was wearing did completely clash, it looked a mess, not that she cared people could say what they wanted all she wanted was to be herself and that’s what you got, clothes which classed was Lauren’s speciality.

As soon as she laid eyes on a food café, restaurant thing, she was never good at putting things into a class or basically naming an object she always seemed to get it wrong, as soon as she’d stepped through the door she’d pretty much lost all her hunger she didn’t know why, though she walked straight up to the counter and bought her self a large coke that pretty much being her favourite drink in the world. No other none-alcoholic drink compared too it, the bubbles fizzing as you drank it down, the unique flavour savouring on your tongue, nothing could beat it. She handed over her money and was handed in return, a bottle of coke and a cup. Lauren slowly turned around and quickly glanced around for a place too sit, pretty much every table had someone sitting at it much too her disappointment. Though she did notice one table with only one guy sitting at it, who appeared to be on his own, he didn’t look like too bad company.

She slowly wondered over too the table looking at the guy sitting there destroying his taco, she smiled before she spoke, "mind if I sit?" she said more out of kindness than anything else as she sat down opposite him anyway not giving him any choice in the matter; if he didn’t want her there he could move right? right. A small laugh escaped her lips as she watched him do what only can be described as wrestle with a taco as he destroyed it. "and what exactly did that taco do to you? too make you want literally tare it apart in your hands?" she laughed taking a breath before speaking again "that could easily be classed as taco cruelty" she grinned at the man, picking up her bottle and sliding her glass away; she didn’t normally use one so why start now?. She unscrewed the lid and took a sip from the bottle. "oh yeah and i'm Lauren... you are?" she asked kindly

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tag - Eric...
wearing - click
words - five seven six
notes - sorry its kinda rambley and rubbish.

[Lydia Elizabeth Calhoun]

it's a shame that when i wake i can't recall a thing;

Lydia was hungover as fuck. She had drank waaaay too much last night. But, she couldn't help it. Soon, Euphoric Shakedown would be way too popular for her to get wasted as hell every night of her life. What the shit had even gone down last night? She had woken up in some chick's front yard with three other girls and two dudes and one of the guys was wearing a Buger King crown, a thong, and a bra.
To be honset? Lydia wasn't sure she wanted to know.
But, that was Lydia's life. She dealt with her problems and stresses with excessive drinking. She didn't have a problem with the hangovers. Sure, they made her wish she was dead, but she was pretty used to them.
In fact, Lydia had tried a lot of things. Weed, cigs, and well.. other things that she wasn't proud of. The only thing that had really stuck with her was the drinking, though. Lydia really wanted to see how much Everclear she could down and not wake up in jail.

Lydia's taxi pulled up to the local Taco Bell, and she walked inside. Being the poor little thing she was (hah, right) she bought a drink and a kid's meal. Lydia basically looked like a kid. Well, today she looked hungover...ish.
Lydia had tried to look nice. She had on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a long-sleeved navy blue v-neck, and a pair of moccasins. She had even gone as far as putting on a silver necklace with an "L" at the bottom, a silver ring on the middle finger of her left hand, painting her nails navy blue, and doing her make-up to match her shirt.
Oh yeah, Lyd was classy.

While she waited for her food to be done, she looked around the restaurant. Since it was an awkward lunch time (pushing two in the afternoon), no one was really there. Just some fat mexican dude in the corner, and some random.. really sexy guy with a piece of lettuce on his face. Hehe, awwh.
Hey, she told it like it was.
She ran a hand through her bangs, wondering how exhausted she looked. She decided to let him know, just in case. "Hey," she addressed him, looking right at him, "you've got a piece of lettuce right here." She smiled, motioning to wear the lettuce was on his face.

[Eric Richard Sutton]

Oh oh oh - look at what we've all tried not to become:
another fabricated self-portrait.

Eric Sutton

Eric stopped caring awhile ago how bad his face looked, or how bad his clothing was. Maybe they record deal didn't pay as much as he had hoped, but it sure as Hell put more than enough food on the proverbial table. If he really did stain his pants, then so be it... He'd go out and buy two more of the exact same. Perhaps it was his downfall, he was loose with money, extremely loose. Any time he had money, it was gone within hours. Usually on impulse items. His manger said he should save, but he never did. He tried putting $50 into an account every time he was paid. He had once saved almost $400, but he blew it all on a new guitar he hadn't needed.

Blinking himself out of mental break, he noticed a blond girl walking towards him. Or at least, in the general direction of him. Her outfit clashed, but it worked. Showed a lot of leg, and poked her ass out, so Eric wasn't going to complain any. Even though he stared at her, when she came straight to him and asked if she could sit down. Eric flashed a grin, aware that most likely taco was stuck between his piercings and teeth. He motioned with his hand for him to join her. Perhaps she was a fan. So far, their band didn't have that many, but eventually they would. It was a rare occasion that one would see him and notice him, so Eric considered himself lucky if this was such a moment. Eric had to laugh with her as she commented on his eating. "Well you see, I bought this taco with good intent.. and wouldn't you know, the little guy threatened to kill me and rule the world. As the good person I am, I naturally had to defeat it in epic combat. You see the results. But fear not, my good woman, for I have saved the world." Perhaps not the classiest thing but Eric wasn't feeling particularly womanizing today. "Lauren eh? That's a pretty name." A smile lit his eyes as he said it. He's always like the name Lauren. It was the name of his first crush back in first grade, and the name always brought back fond memories of him shoving her down slides or throwing things at her in class... "I'm Eric, I don't suppose you're a fan?" He asked. Maybe she wasn't, and he was in luck. It wasn't often girls.. or anyone, approached for a friendly conversation. It was either rabid fans trying to fuck him, which he didn't mind at all, or people coming to say he sucked. Occasionally the paparazzi, but those were a class all their own.

Another girl approached his table. Just his luck. Part of him hoped she wasn't a fan, or a hater, or someone trying to snap his picture. Today, he'd been feeling lonely and he wouldn't press his luck hoping for another friendly person to join him, but at the same time, why not dream? Eric looked at Lauren, wondering if perhaps this was her friend. She did something unexpected, instead of saying hello to Lauren, or even really acknowledging her, she pointed out a piece of lettuce hanging from his lip. Eric quickly looked down in his lap, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks. Here he'd been, talking to a nice girl with food hanging off his face. For some reason, it came as a surprise. "Why thank you." Eric quickly recovered, flashing her a smile, and using a napkin to rid himself of the aforementioned lettuce. "Care to join us?"

OoC:
Clothing:
This with
these jeans and shoes.
Music: None.
Notes?: My jaws hurt from surgery this morning D< MROW.

[Lauren Saint Bailey]

A small smile crept onto her face as she smiled back at the guy, little bits of food in his teeth but she really didn’t care at all she’d seen a hell of a lot worse from the people she knew. Looking at the male more clearly she did recognise him somewhat though a name and were she recognized him from was completely out of the question she didn’t know who or were he was. She couldn’t help but laugh at him as he spoke about the taco and how it threatened to take over the world and kill him. “oh no way! That sucks, don’t you just hate it when a Taco threatens stuff like that” she spoke in all seriousness trying not too laugh too much, she didn’t want too come across as some ditzy fake blonde. “oh you’re my hero! You saved the world!” she said in her most girlish voice that she could muster. She felt her cheeks flush a little as he spoke about her name, okay, that didn’t happen ever! “Oh yeah, I know my names pretty!” she said acting cocky; not caring what he thought it wasn’t like she was ever going too see him again after this. She was normally more childish but honestly she just didn’t care. “well it’s a pleasure too meet you, Eric, I’d love too say that’s a pretty name... but I sh’ant” she said, a small laugh escape her lips.

Lauren raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at Eric as he spoke about her maybe being a fan of his, “why would I be a fan? You’re not famous are you? I mean? Surely I’d know who you were if you were famous?” Lauren spoke rather accusingly, so if he was famous she was just making a dick of herself which obviously wasn’t going too go down well when Mackenzie found out; he was like her big brother and they just acted childish together and enjoyed winding each other up over everything. Lauren took another drink from the bottle of coke, not diet coke as ever she didn’t care about her figure even though she didn’t ever seem to gain any more weight no matter what she consumed. “so what do you think your famous for? Acting? Musician? Criminal?” she said listing of the first few things that came into her head.

Lauren quickly looked up at the blonde girl as she wondered towards the table she was sitting at, so maybe he was famous and this other girl was a fan? She watched her carefully, honestly Lauren loved people but she just had a way of upsetting girls or managing too offend them, which wasn’t always a good thing. As the small petit girl just completely blanked her she listened to what she said as Lauren slid the bottle back and forth across the table between her hands. She blurted out a laugh as Lydia said he had lettuce; Lauren looked up suddenly and blurted out a laugh as she noticed it was true. She completely hadn’t seen that or she’d of pointed it out too him but who cared right, it could have been worse. “so you a fan of his? He reckons he’s famous or something” Lauren asked the girl smiling at her trying to be friendly too her, honestly wondering if she was a fan of his or something like that.

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tag - Eric && Lydia
wearing - click
words - five six seven, sorry its so short, shall post more soon. museless.
notes - oh noez... what you had surgery for doll?.

[Eric Richard Sutton]

Oh oh oh - look at what we've all tried not to become:
another fabricated self-portrait.

Eric Sutton

Eric was enjoying the company. It wasn't often anyone would approach him out of the blue and actually hold a conversation. Hell, even his fellow band members never really did it. Eric reflected on that for a moment, his band wasn't half as close as they'd used to be. They'd grown up in the shithole called New York City. It was fight or flight constantly, and they always had each others back. Here in LA, life was cushy. No one came at you from behind, demanding your money. Hell, you could leave your door open at night and sleep sound as a baby.

Snapping back into what was known as reality, Eric remember Lauren had just said something. "So... my name isn't pretty?" Eric put on a horror struck kind of face. "That means... mother lied to me? OH! How will I ever go on?" Eric cried,flailing his arms in a mock faint. Watching for a reaction, Eric stuck his tongue out at her, making sure she knew he wasn't being serious.

Eric smiled at her. She didn't know who he was. He had two options now, deny deny deny... or own up to it. Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing, blurting it right out in the open. He should have waited and judged his reaction. Normally, he found that if he told who he was, he'd get mixed reactions, but it always ended up the girl trying to bed him. As if to prove some sort of "hey, I can fuck someone in a band!" mentality that he thought all girls had. Well, he'd already hinted at it, far be it from him to pussy out now. "If I told you... I'd have to kill you." Eric said, unable to keep a serious face as he spoke, "No, just kidding. I'm just the backup guitar guy from Internal Graffiti. Excuse my arrogance, I sometimes like to think that we're more famous than we really are. Heh." Eric flashed an apologetic grin.

Eric realized it'd be a good idea to change topics now. He felt silly for assuming. Another bad trait he needed to work on, but most likely wouldn't-- ever. "So um, tell me about yourself? We've been sitting here ten whole minutes and I know nothing of you besides your lovely name."

OoC:
Clothing: This with these jeans and shoes.
Music: None
Notes?: I wonder if Lydia is coming back

[Lauren Saint Bailey]

Lauren sort of stared at the man sitting opposite her, of course she totally wasn’t sure about anything of him hell she couldn’t even work him yet not that she was a judgemental person at all she was just a good judge of character yet this guy she couldn’t work out. Which was kind of disturbing seen as he was a guy and normally they were always pretty obvious about what they wanted. She listened carefully too him speak, a small smile playing shyly across her lips. “oh well... fine... if it means that much too you hell, I’ll say your names is pretty, sexy what ever!” she laughed she knew he was joking but there was no harm at all in over exaggerating everything. “no way I’ve totally just ruined everything your mom ever told you! how can I ever apologise enough!” she laughed at him, shuffling around in her seat trying to make herself more comfortable were she sat, as soon as he stuck his tongue out of course she did it back screwing up her face as she did so; she didn’t care how childish it looked.

She raised her eyebrow at Eric, laughing, “no way! You’re not a top secret agent are you? like a ninja!” Lauren said over exaggerating what she said again, abruptly stopping herself from speaking. As soon as he mentioned he was in a band Lauren was a hell of a lot more interested she couldn’t help it, music was her life and she’d still be stuck in Forks if it wasn’t for the band, she wouldn’t have had much of a life at all, even though she was only eighteen she enjoyed LA so much more than anywhere else on the plant. “I’ve heard of them I think... or I might not have... but for sure the name rings a bell in my head” Lauren spoke trying too decide if she’d heard them before. “ah I do believe some arrogance is on order for anyone whos in a band... I’m sure you’ll have you’re big break soon! I mean you’re in LA... we’ll all get it sooner or later I suppose” Lauren spoke knowing all too well how hard it was too get your big break, hell that was why she was in LA too though she’d been signed she guessed like Internal Graffiti were as well, it was all just about building the fan base up.

Talking about herself wasn’t something she liked doing, well nothing too detailed at least she could talk her way out of any situation normally. “well names Lauren, blatantly as you already know that... urm, I’m eighteen and well yeah, I’m kinda in a band too... though I play bass! if I do say so myself I’m rather kick ass at it” she laughed a little, yes, she was incredibly self confident when it came too her bass playing experience she knew she was good and she wasn’t afraid too admit it... Lauren took another drink from her bottle quickly placing the bottle back on the table. “anything else? I mean that’s pretty much it to be honest I’m not all that interesting” She spoke in all seriousness, not a lot happened in her life really, she partied most nights, slept till the afternoon most days had band practice or recording something more then pretty much took off to party some more.

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tag - Eric [=
wearing - click
words - five six eight
notes - mhmm i dunno tbh... shall we just carry on with the thread then? sorry it took so long for me to post. T_T

[Eric Richard Sutton]

Feb 16, 2010 9:51:07 GMT -5 Eric Richard Sutton said:

Oh oh oh - look at what we've all tried not to become:
another fabricated self-portrait.

Eric Sutton

Eric realized he was still hungry. There was no way he could get up and simply buy more food, it seemed improper. He was almost out of money anyway. Again, he realized, he should be saving instead of blowing all his money on food and other stuff he didn't need. But of course, he wouldn't. His manager could talk his little head off and still, Eric would never save a dime. Eric tried not to think about how he was hungry, but the more he ignored it, the worse he got. He tried to tell himself he'd already eaten too much-- which was true-- so he figured at this point, the hunger was completely mental."Hahaha, yeah, you're onto me. I'm a top secret government ninja-agent. I've been fighting the taco menace for months, and I'm finally getting close to my goal. The ultimate taco boss, the one who's controlling the scheme to take over the world-- The FIVE LAYER BURRITO!" Eric used this as his out. He quickly scampered off, hands in front of him and headed for the line waiting to buy more food. As he bought his food he headed back, pleased to see that Lauren was there even after his display of oddity.

Sitting down, Eric nodded as she commented about their band being in LA. "I hope we get our big break. We did pretty well getting here considering we came from the streets of New York. Literally, the streets. We didn't have guitars, we had boxes with strings, and somehow we ended up here." Eric joked, sticking out his tongue. Of course, that wasn't true, but it was close to the truth. They didn't have anything before they got to LA. Hell, if it weren't for being signed Eric wouldn't even have a bass or keyboard. He borrowed one from the community center, and even then it was iffy if they'd be there. People stole them constantly, and when they were there, they weren't there for long. It made band practice hard, and even harder to join the battle of the bands contest that had won them their ticket to LA.

Eric smiled, she was in a band too? That was some common ground, at least. He'd never seen her face or heard her name. Obviously they weren't big, just like Eric's wasn't. "A band, eh? What's the name? You guys famous? If you're someone famous, tell me now! I want an autograph."

OoC:
Clothing: This with these jeans and shoes.
Music: None
Notes?: Sorry this took so long to reply to. It's not the best either but it's enough to keep it alive. And yeah, lets keep going.

[Lauren Saint Bailey]

Lauren just laughed that’s all she could think off to do, hell, ninja agents and taking over the world wasn’t a conversation she would have imagined having what five minutes pervious. She nodded along with what he was saying as if it was a hundred percent serious who after all was she to ruin the fun. “oh well I’ll keep it secret from the taco’s that I’ve seen you, you don’t want them to be prepared to fight back now do we!” her voice obviously sarcastic though the same smile was spread across her face. She tilted her head to the side was she watched him scuttle of across the room towards the counter. “MAKE SURE THE BURRITO DOESENT ATTACK YOU” she half shouted across the room after him, well she wasn’t sure if that was him basically saying ‘fuck off’ or he was coming back. She quickly took a drink from her bottle and placed it back on the table, she checked her phone once more looking for a text or something, as she moved the edge of her seat ready to leave and head off to her next destination.

She had too admit she was rather pleased when Eric returned to the table she listened to him utter some words genuinely interested in what happened with his band, hell she interested in anyone who was in a band she didn’t much care who or what, Music was her life and well being able to pluck a bass had got her out of Forks what more could she ever want. “that’s all pretty... epic, especially if you got well too LA with that... man that must have been tough, I mean jeeez, sounds like it was tough back then for you” she stated as fact, thinking about things Lauren new she’d had it pretty easy all the way through her life even if she didn’t see it that way. “oh well you got it all now! I mean hell you’re living it up in LA! What more could you want!” she laughed she new for certain she loved it all here, it was all like a dream come true.

She shuffled in her seat, honestly she hated sitting still, it just made her agitated, she quickly pulled herself up with her arms on the table and folded her legs underneath as she sat back down crushing them beneath her. “Romantic him and the mars would be my band... HELL YEAH! We’re incredibly famous that’s why I have all of no paparazzi following me around” she stated yes that was something she was sort of dreading; hell she liked her privacy and she knew she wasn’t going to get it soon. Even some of the fans were a little crazy and would do anything to come and find her and want photos and to hang out something she was happy with but when there was many it got a little, stressful to say the least. “so how’d you cope with all your fan girls then? I mean hell, you must have them...” she asked a little curios.

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tag - Eric [=
wearing - click
words - five one seven
notes - woooot... sorry i've been pretty urgh forgetting about this site but ima back xD lol [=