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People think it's pretty weird to have a list of favorites of...whatever. but we all do.

Mine is long- and i think pretty boring.

i'm trying to get a list of the best VK singers, guitarists, bassists, and drummers out there. If you think of any i shoud have on the list, comment me.

Yeah, that's what i'm doing way to damn early in the morning- making lists. WOOHOO! ;P

 

Please do this and i will love you forever.

The only criteria is that they be Visual Kei bands or assiosated with it.

 

-pinkbunny

 

ps. i'll get my list up once i have it in the computer and can post it. :)

If you know who L is, i love you too!

Who is your favorite character?

Of course, mine in L. Light is a little.......insane. the demon is just hilarious. the chick, i don't really have an opinion of her except she has cool clothes.

That's all for now! :):):)

This is something I found. I had to go through a bad translation site as I am not that good at translating German to English (i am in the process of learning.) and so some of the questions are phrased strangely. If you can help me fix the problems and so forth, that would be more than greatly appreciated. This is only Strify's and Yu's- so far. It takes a while to do this.... Also my comments on these things are in italics. Enjoy!!! :) You can find these on cinemabizarre-fan.com.

 

Name: Strify

Nickname:  Sutaraifimono chan

age:  19

birthdays:  20th of August 1988

place of birth:  Villingen Schwenningen

dwelling:  Berlin

star sign:  Lion eye

color: blue gray

hair color: platinum blond and dark brown

size:  170 cm

weight: shoe size changes: (This is what happens when you get bad translations.)

Blood group:  -

Hobbies:  Movie, theater, Photography– even production, music, party (cannot have one hobby)

diploma:  11th class secondary school concludes

activity:  Singer

siblings:  Brother (16 years)

chop bull: no, everyone dead (I don’t know what he means by this or the translation is wrong)

 

favorite drink (alc.)?  – Martini Bianco

drink (normally)?  - Water

meal?  -

Animal?  -

Color?  Black, gold, purple, silver

song (CB)? Dysfunctional Family

song (reg.)? Robyn:  Be mine! 

Band?  MUSE

singer/in? Robyn, Amy Winehouse

instrument?  - Piano

Drums/Guitar/Bass/Keyboard/Mic?  (Depending..)  – ZZ Shure betas 85 A

music direction?  Pop, Electronic

stuff film?  I love Tim Burton

actor/in?  Angelina Jolie, Johnny Depp, Marilyn Monroe

tv series?  – Desperate Housewives

book?  – Oscar Wilde:  The Picture of Dorian Gray

author/in?  – Oscar Wilde

deodorant?  -

Perfume?  – Dior Homme

Hair spray?  – Stuff from John Frieda and got2be (hmm, do I get money for making advertisement)?

Nail varnish?  -

Garment?  -

Accessory?  – Vivienne Westwood and Dolce & Gabbana Stuff

shoes?  – Best beautifully stylishly, varnish, leather, Glitter, all! 

City?  – London, Stockholm, Paris, Berlin

country?  I cannot judge

language?  – English, German, French

word?  – Pattafix! 

Quotation?  – "Secretly, I had the feeling of need being absolutely 'actually', something like a well executed fake."  Marilyn Monroe, 1960

occupations?  -

Car?  - Mini

Name (m & w) ?  –Vincent, Victoria

Vacation?  – Essential matter vacation! 

 

 

(More) Piercings?  - Perhaps

(more) Tattoos?  - perhaps

Perhaps smoke?  – No! 

Alcohol?  – Yes

Drug?  – Perhaps

sex?  – Yes

vegetarian?  – No

quirks?  – Yes

long sleeper?  – Yes (however not like Kiro)

Groupies?  – No

forgiving?  – No

marriages?  – Perhaps

children (later)?  – Perhaps

driver's license?  – No

 

 

Black / white?  – white

day / night?  – Day

summer / winter?  – Summer

sun / moon?  – Sun

warmly / coldly?  –Warmly

 telephone / Internet?  – Internet

coffee / cocoa?  – Cocoa

blond / brunette?  – Brunette

city / nature? City

money / love?  – I would like both

Would befriend / family?  - Friends

circle / singing?  - Singing

boy / girl?  - Hybrid

being live /Playback?- live

Live clubs / halls?  – Halls

Cola / Fanta?  – Cola

 love / sex?  – Love, there is sex inclusive

showers /bathing?  – Showers

sweet / salty?  – Salty

even go / dangers become?  – Gone become (hmmm….)

fly /train?  - Fly

 

 

Life motto: You can't take my passion from me. 

Would describe you in 5 words: ambitiously, impulsive, honestly, rotten, optimistically What you have always with at the same time? :  -Blackberry Pearl

How do you stand your future before? :- Success

How does your dream date see from? :- Dreamlike

Your strengths:  Honesty, conscience

Your weakness:  Conscience, impulsiveness

That goes not at all: colored underpants

 

Say something about…

Strify: yeah, I suppose this would be me.  energy bundle with cliff to the drama

Kiro: amiable nonsense, totally obligingly, makes itself sometimes to very a head.  Without them, it would be very boring

Yu: with it, I would steal horses (or Lemminge), loyal, sometimes a few to brought in Shin: totally funny fellow, always a joke on the lips (usually on costs of other).  Sooooo laughed I much because of it, can be however also strenuous Luminor: one of the konsequentesen persons that I know.  That is to be admired very, has however also its disadvantages.  Its sarcasm is unsurpassable!  (what is konsequentesen?)

 

Name: Yu

Nickname: YuYu

age: 19

birthday: 29.December.1988

birthplace: Sulingen

Dwelling:  Berlin RoxxStar WG ;D

star sign:  stone ram

eye color:  Green-blue-gray-brown

hair color:  Black/red

size:  1,79m

weight:  /

Shoe size:  10-11uk

blood group: unfortunately not tested, probably 0

hobbies:  Music, fitness, Zocken    (What is Zocken?)

diploma: oh well ;D

activity:  RoxxStar & bad scoundrels

siblings: large brother and large sister

chop bull: presently no, would have aba gladly a snake  (aba? What is that word?)

 

Drink (alk.)?  Sex on the Peach Beach with Chanty

drink (normally)?  Pussyjuice aka peach juice

meal?  Meat^0^

animal?  Snakes, panther, falcon, ladybug: D

color?  Red, black, green

Song (CB)?  Hinge in Disguise

song (normally)?  Neo Visualzim - Miyavi

Band?  The GazettE

singer/in?  Miyavi

instrument?  E guitar

music direction?  J Rock, Visual Kei

film?  Pirate of the Caribbean, Final Fantasy: Advent Children

Actor/in?  Johnny Depp

Series?  All types of animes

books?  Yedes book out of the Elfensaga of Bernhard hennas

author/in?  Bernhard hennas ^^

deodorant?  Impulses Vanilla Kisses

Parfum?  Yves Saint Laurent – baby Doll, Dior - Addict

hair spray?  Got2b gem

Nail varnish?  Manhattan Black

garment?  G star clothes

accessory?  Sid Vicious Necklace, Miyavi bracelet, Gaze bracelet

shoe?  Chuxx

city?  Was Tokyo also if I nochnicht there

country?  Japan

language?  Japanese, French

word?  Uh lala, fucked, Roxx, etc.~

Quotation? "Under Heaven no Second"

occupation?  Artist

car?  BMW Z3 and naturally Ferrari

name (m & w)? Vincent, Dante, Victoria, Shuzette, Lily

vacation?  Sun undso ;D    (undso?)

 

 

(More) Piercings? perhaps

(more) Tattoos?  Ya

smoke?  Perhaps;>

alcohol?  Ya

drug?  No

sex?  Ya! 

Vegetarian? No! 

Quirks?  Perhaps ya xD

long sleeper?  Ya, no

Groupies?  No!

Forgive?  No

marriages?  Ya

children (later)?  Ya

driver's license?  No

 

 

Black / white?  Black

day / night?  Night

summer / winter?  Spring; P

sun / moon?  Both ^^

warm / cold? Warm

telephone / Internet?  Internet

Coffee / cocoa?  Cocoa

blond / brunette?  Black

 city / nature?  City

money / love?  Love and swipe the money xD

friends / family?  Both important

circle / singing?  Sing and Scream ^.^

boy / girl?  Girl

Live / Playback?  Live

clubs / halls?  Both

Cola super / Fanta?  Vanilla Coke

love / sex?  Belongs together

shower / bath?  Shower

sweet / salty?  both

(there is another question that goes here, but it makes no sense in the translation. :P)

flies /train?  Both would suffice, but trains suck

 

 

 

 

Life motto:  Under Heaven no Second

describes you in 5 words:  Yu,Yu,Yu,Yu,Yu

what do you have always with at the same time? :  Jewelry, mobile phone etc ^^

how do you stand your future before? :  Crazy, water landslide through the house; D

how does your dream data look? : tya~

your strengths:  Order, consistent-ness, creativity

your weakness:  Perfectionist and I decide goes usually to feeling ^^

that goes not at all:  Disorder <o <" (The question is weird and so the translation is bad)

 

 

Say something about…

Strify: small Diva, speaks lasting aba super type! 

Kiro:  Moody, permanent tiredly, can have one aba ne quantity of joke with ^^

Yu: what I merely should saying addition xD

Shin:  Conflicting/ hyperactively, totally quietly or albert only around

Luminor:  Decadent ;D

 

 

Here's something else for you:

Luminor’s:

Say something about…

Strify: Shiny!

Kiro: loyal!

Yu: Smart!

Shin: Authentisch! (authentic?)

 

Shin’s:

Say something about…

Strify: very entertaining

Kiro: beliy plashik (umm…translation, please? Perhaps?)

Yu: roxx' Z

Luminor: profound

 

Kiro’s:

Say something about…

 Strify:  Strify is a small hyperactive Diva with heart! 

Yu:  Yu is a Sturkopf and sometimes very difficult, but also a cool type!  (what is Sturkopf?)

Shin: shy and at the same time hyperactively lol

Luminor:  Luminors humor is unique;) our volume papa ^^

 

i'm tempted to put up a cinema bizarre story.

since we have one already going, do you guys want another one or do you want me to wait?

tell me, then we'll see....

those who have been reading my story, buzznet won't let me post the rest of it- for some odd reason. so i put the rest of the story on my myspace page under my blog.

my myspace is: myspace.com/ghostcorpse or under the name xxpsyche.

the blog title is A wiL Francis Story: Chapters Six, Seven, and the End.

so there you have it and now the story is up and can be finally read and finished. Enjoy!

 

Psyche/ Pinkbunny

stupid computer won't let me post the last two and epilogue up. so it's going to take a while...sorry.

Chapter 5

 

WIL+

            When we arrived in New Orleans, the first thing I did was search for Juliet. I tried the house first, but the lights were off and the door locked. I went the bookstore next, but Charlie said to go look into the park. I headed into the park, intent on finding her. And I did.

            I also got the shock of my life. And my heart was ripped out of my chest, shredded to pieces, and shoved back into my shocked body.

            “Juliet?”

 

JULIET+

            I had just finished my college classes for the day and was back at home, almost a week after I received the roses, when there was a knock on my door again. Curious, I opened the door and froze.

            “Do you always open the door to strangers?” asked someone I hadn’t seen for a long time.

            “Scott,” I said throwing my arms around him.

            “Long time, no see, apparently,” said Scott hugging me back.  “I wanna see the city, Juliet.”

            “Then come,” I replied grabbing my coat, shoes, and my cane. Together we left. I wanted to show him everything. It had been years since we saw each other last.

            I showed him the college, and then we went into the bookstore. I introduced him to Charlie.

            “What’s up, man,” said Charlie, shaking his hand, after I made the introductions.

            “Juliet is showing me around.”

            “And where is Madame Gueret,” I asked trying to peek into the back.

            “Up here,” said Madame Gueret up in the loft.

            “And this is my friend and boss, Madame Gueret,” I said, smiling broadly. Scott smiled up at her. “Madame Gueret, this is Scott.”

            “Hello,” said Madame Gueret softly.  “Juliet, show him the park.”

            “That was next. Come on, Scott,” I said taking his hand and leading him out of the shop with a wave to Charlie and Madame Gueret. I took him out to the park and sat down on a park bench as my leg started to hurt. “How are the parents?”

            “Same old, same old. They want to see you,” he said joining me on the bench. I shook my head.

            “Later. Much later,” I said. “Then I will go back home.”

            “Okay,” he said. I tugged him down to where I could look into his eyes.

            “Scott, I have missed you so much,” I said leaning up and kissing his forehead. When I leaned back, I noticed someone very familiar over his shoulder. I stood up. “Wil?”

            “Who is that?”
            “It’s Wil,” I whispered heading for Wil. As I got closer, I became more confused. He just stared at me, white as a ghost. “Wil.”

            “So…did you wait?”

            “For you? I’ve waited all my life,” I said truthfully, but I was confused when he narrowed his eyes at me.

            “Then who’s that? A new boyfriend, maybe? You did not wait for me and this is how you repay me,” he hissed at me. I started to speak, but he interrupted me. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. I waited and I wish that you did too, you fucking crippled child.”

            Wil turned and walked away.

            “Wil!” I shouted after him. “Please let me explain,” I cried. He did nothing, but walk away from me. “Wil!” I shouted again. He didn’t even acknowledge that I even existed and continued walking away. “Wil!...Wil!...Wil!”

            “Oh,” he said turning back to face me. He tossed back something to me, and then started back in the direction he was going. I picked up the gray color rock I thought I had lost a long time ago.

            “Wil! Wil!...”

            As I continued to shout, he walked farther and farther away. I didn’t realize that I was crying until my voice was almost gone.

            “Juliet, are you okay?” I heard vaguely heard Scott ask.

            “Wil,” I whispered. “He’s my brother.”

 

WIL+

            I walked back to the bus in a red haze. How dare her! I thought stormily. She was cheating on me! I wonder how long it took her to get another boyfriend? A day? A week?

            I savagely pushed the thoughts away as I boarded the bus again.

            “Back so soon? Banging her must be quick,” said Nick. I snarled at him. “Oh, sorry!...You okay?”

            “I’m fine,” I said pulling my notebook from between the cushions and opening it to the pages to the songs that I had written for and about Juliet. When I found them, I started to rip out the pages.

            “What are you doing?” asked Nick.

            “What does it look like?”

            “Flippin’ out,” commented Jake.

            “Where’s Juliet?” asked Troy sticking his head into the bus. I snarled at him.

            “Don’t ever say her name around me ever again.” With that, I left the bus to clear my thoughts and get my life back to where it is suppose to be.

           

 

 

Nick looked at Angel.

            “Something’s up.”

            “No, something happened between Wil and Juliet. And I intend to find out,” said Angel standing up. He bent down and picked up the fallen papers. He sorted through the ripped paper trying to find the song that he had read Wil had written for Juliet. “Dakota, pull up the note that Wil wrote and pull it. I want it printed, and then give it to me. Okay?”

            “Sure,” said Dakota, leaving.

            “What are you going to do?” asked Bun.

            “We’re going to do all that we can,” said Nick as they left the bus. “I’ll get Juliet. Wil listens more to you, than me.”

            “Maybe not after this,” said Angel handing Nick the song. “Good luck.”

            “You need it more than I do,” said Nick as they went their separate ways.

 

JULIET+

            I was sitting in a chair staring blindly out the window, numb as you could possible get and my heart as hard as stone. Scott was in the kitchen fixing food for me. There was a knock on the door, but I barely heard it.

            “Do you want me to answer it?” asked Scott entering the room where I was sitting. I waved for him to do whatever he wished. He opened the door and let the person in. “It’s for you, Juliet.”

            “Hello,” said Nick coming around to my side. I stared at him, but I couldn’t find the strength or the will to reply.

            “I’ll be in the kitchen,” said Scott slipping away.

            “Why are you here?” I asked softy as my voice was almost gone.

            “To know what happened.” I was silent for a moment, staring down Nick, as if to see if he was really telling the truth. I gave in, trusting him.

            “My brother and I were talking in the park when Wil came upon us. I never told him about my family. That I had a brother, a mother, and a father- who actually miss me. Amazing what time and space can do.”

            “They didn’t love you?”

            “Oh, they loved me. In their own way,” I said picking at the strings in the blanket that covered my legs. “It was never the same after the…accident.”

            With that reminder, I remembered the words Wil threw back in my face along with much contempt and along with the rock. I grimaced.

            “Is that all?” said Nick quietly.

            “Yes,” I hissed. “Please go, Nick. There is nothing you can do.”

            “He still loves you, Juliet. Time is all he needs,” said Nick handing me a piece of torn paper and getting to his feet.

            “Tell him this…His words are well heeded. Especially the insult of me being a ‘fucking crippled child’. Tell him that,” I said. I didn’t notice the expression Nick had on his face as I was already staring blindly out the window again. Nick put his phone number down on a piece of paper and left it on the table that held the slightly wilting roses- except one. He left, feeling extremely disheartened.

 

            When Nick returned to the bus, he wasn’t the only one who was disheartened, but also looking worse than Nick.

            “What happened to you?” asked Nick upon seeing Angel bruised cheek.

            “One of Wil’s stray punches,” said Angel wincing as he touched his now bruised cheeks. “How was your effort?”

            “I found why, but Wil didn’t want to listen to anything, didn’t he?”

            “Yep.”

            “The guy was her brother. Time is the only thing that is going to help them,” said Angel. They were silent as Wil came into the bus. “By the way, Wil, she has taken your words to heart. Especially the words ‘fucking crippled child’.”

            “What!” said Angel looking at Wil in shock. Wil said nothing but disappeared into the back part of the bus. Everyone stared at Nick.

“It’s what he said. Juliet told me verbatim,” said Nick. Dakota handed Angel the note from the internet. Everyone was in silent shock.

“Tell everyone who knows Juliet. Tell them…Tell them, that her name is never to be mentioned again. But I want the cd to still go in her name,” said Angel.

            “I agree,” said Bun. Jake nodded mutely. Nick smiled, praying that this time wouldn’t last too long.

A rare moment here. i am deciding to be nice and posting two chapters for you all. note, there is a part missing in chapter three. i took it out to keep it relatively clean. hope you enjoy.

disclaimer: the same

Chapter 3

 

JULIET+

            I woke up to the phone. I leaned over and picked it up.

            “Hello?” I asked groggily.

            “Hi. Are you even awake?” said Wil on the other side.

            “No. How did you get this number, Wil?

            “I have ways.”

            “Now you are officially creepy.”

            “The phone book. I saw that your last name is Andrews and you are the only Juliet Andrews in the phone book.”

            “That’s lovely. I’ll see you in a while. I’ll meet you outside the bookstore at eleven o’clock, ‘kay.”

            “Sure,” he said sounding extremely excited.

            “Good,” I said rolling over and hanging up the phone. I groaned into my pillow, now awake. I glanced at the clock. It was just after nine. I rolled up to sit on the edge of the bed. My nightgown was long and definitely not see through. I grabbed my container of lotion and put some on my scars- my pitiful attempt to get rid of them. I changed into long pants, a long sleeve shirt- regardless of the heat and humidity here, and my fingerless gloves that I always wore since my left hand has many scars on it too. I left the house and went to my scheduled therapy session as I did every morning.

            I made it to the bookshop fifteen minutes late, but I found no one there, so I went in.

            “Hello, Charlie,” I said to my friend who sat at the counter.

            “What’s up, Juliet.”

            “Anyone interesting come in today?”

            “Nope. Boring day.”

            “Every day is not a boring day,” said Madame Gueret coming into the conversation.

            “And you have your hands in something that has to do with me,” I said.

            “What?” said Madame Gueret innocently.

            “Ha! How did the guy find out that I was in the park, unless someone told him and you are the only one who knows that I go to the park when I’m mad or angry…”

            “Now I do too,” said Charlie.’

            “Shut up, man. And he found my number in the phone book and my number is unlisted. He knows my last name, saying he just saw it. And I wonder how he did see it?”

            “Well, maybe I did have to do something with it. I tampered with it- just a little,” said Madame Gueret, smiling guiltily.

            “You know the last time you tampered with fate.”

            “Ah…yes.”

            “Yeah, that little love fest turned into one of the nastiest divorces within the state of Louisiana. I really don’t want to end up like that,” I said.

            “I just gave it all a little push. I will not do anything else.”

            “Promise.”

            “I promise,” said Madame Gueret.

            “Good,” I said noticing Wil outside. “Later, you two.”

            “Have fun, my dear,” Madame Gueret called out after me.

            “You did something already, haven’t you,” said Charlie.

            “I’m afraid so,” said Madame Gueret her guilty smile turning conspiratorial.

            I walked out of the bookstore and approached Wil from behind him.

            “Hi,” I said. Wil spun around.

            “Good. I thought I missed you,” said Wil, sounding relieved.

            “No. I was also late as well. I was just talking to some friends,” I said.

            “Oh. Now you said that you were going to show me the city,” said Wil getting excited. 

            “Okay. Well, you’ve already been to the park.”

            “In the middle of the night.”

            “Fine. Come on,” I said taking his hand and walking him to the park. We wandered around the park. Wil got extremely excited when he saw the playground. He ran over to the slide and slide down backwards. I laughed my gut out. I found that he made me laugh even when I didn’t feel I wanted to. He was off the wall and acted like the world was his playground.

            “You have to try it,” said Wil running up to me.

            “No! My knee.”

            “Come on,” he said helping me up to the top of the slide. I was laughing so hard that I could barely even stand on my own. I sat down at the top of the slide.  “Wait, wait, wait!”

            He ran down to the bottom, holding my cane in his hand. I slid down and straight into his arms. I slipped away, taking my cane with me. We were silent for a moment.

            “Are you hungry,” I asked suddenly realizing what time it actually was.

            “Yeah.”

            “Come, I’ll take you to a place where they serve authentic New Orleans food,” I said heading across the park.

            “Hold on. Jump on my back,” he said getting in front of me and crouching down so that I could easily get on. I slipped onto his back and placed my cane to the front of him so that it wouldn’t be in the way. “Where are we going?”

            “Straight ahead. I’ll tell you when to turn,” I commanded pointing ahead. Wil started running in that direction. By the time we reached the sidewalk, I was laughing so hard I had a stomach ache. “Stop, Wil!”

            “All right,” said Wil stopping on the sidewalk. People started giving us weird looks, making me laugh even harder. “Why are you laughing?”

            “Everyone is giving us weird looks and some of them are hilarious,” I replied actually having fun on a date- that is if you call this a date because it is neither in both sense of the word. “Go left.” He went left. “See that alleyway to our right…”

            “Yeah.”

            “Go down that alleyway.” I made Wil go all over the place, getting him thoroughly lost, but I knew exactly where I was. “See that house in front of us. Go to the front door.” Wil took me to the front door. I slipped off his back and knocked on the door. A window opened up to reveal dark brown eyes.

            “Who is it?”

            “Juliet.”

            “Password.”

            “Password? Since when did Marco implement a bloody password?”

            “Lately.”

            “Well, I don’t give a flying fuck. You know who I am, Puablo,” I said.

            “Hi, Juliet,” said Puablo before closing the window. I turned to Wil.

            “Marco is paranoid,” I said as the door opened. I hugged Puablo and walked in.

            “Who’s there,” boomed a big voice from the kitchen.

            “Juliet…And a friend.”

            “A friend,” said Marco coming from the kitchen, his big voice overpowering the light music that played. None of the patrons that were inside noticed as it was a normal thing for Marco to be yelling at the top of his lungs.

            “Yes. Table for two, Puablo,” I said.

            “This way,” said Puablo leading me and Wil to a table in front of a bay window that overlooked the Mississippi River that ran through the city. “I’ll be back in just a moment.”

            “Wow,” said Wil looking around.

            “A friend of mine showed me this place. I’ve been here often, as you can tell,” I said waving to Marco, who was staring at us.

            “Yeah.”

            “This place is the biggest secret of New Orleans,” I said perusing the menu Puablo left with us. “Marco is a big baby and Puablo is his partner.”

            “So that’s why he was staring at my ass and not yours,” comment Wil. I was suddenly glad for the low lighting so that he didn’t see my flaming red cheeks.

            “Ah…” I said unsure who to answer.

            “So there is hope still left out there. Finally,” I heard Marco comment before going into the kitchen. Wil looked at me.

            “They’re both saps for a good love story,” I said. “Matchmakers to the bottom of both their hearts. I usually come alone.”

            “Ah,” said Wil. I wanted to smack my self black and blue. Why did I just say that, I thought hoping the floor would open up and eat me- whole. I always said too much- a problem guys always hated: A woman who loved the sound of her own voice.

            “So…you sing, write songs, what else do you do,” I said trying to learn all I could from the fascinating man that sat across from me.

            “I play the piano, guitar, bass, and a few other things. I like meeting new people, which is very good in my line of work,” said Wil closing his menu and took mine to place on top of his. He stared at me across the table. “And what do you do other than work at the bookstore?”

            “Try to survive,” I said softly. My knee started to hurt, but it would be awkward to rub it in a public place because it would look like I was feeling myself when I really wasn’t.

            “Are you in college?”

            “Yeah. I’m trying to get my AA in business, so I can help Madame Gueret.”

            “Tell me about…Madame Gueret?”

            “She’s the owner of the bookstore and dabbles with fate on occasion,” I said trying to sum up my best friend in a few words, which is incredibly hard to do.

            “Dabbles with fate?”

            “She’s a witch…of sorts. She’s not really into it all anymore, but she keeps her book of spells handy though,” I said as Puablo approached our table.

            “What would you like to drink tonight?”

            “Normal,” I said.

            “A mountain dew,” said Wil, a little unsure of what to do in a place like this.

            “Then two mountain dew’s it is,” said Puablo walking away.

            “They don’t care if you drink or not,” I said, shifting to try to relieve the pain in my leg. “I drink on occasion.”

            “Oh…” said Wil, looking acutely embarrassed. I smiled at him. Puablo came back quickly with two tall glasses of dew and a smaller tumbler filled with a clear liquid.

            “Here you are,” said Puablo sitting the glasses down. He placed the tumbler in front of me. “And I’m thinking you need this.” He walked away.

            “What the hell…” I said smelling the tumbler. “If I drink this like it is, I’ll be dead drunk by the time I finish it.”

            “What is it?”

            “Straight up vodka,” I said pouring the vodka into my dew.

            “Why do you need vodka?”

            “My knee.”

            “Are you going to tell me what happened to you?”

            “Maybe,” I said avoiding the inevitable for later. Puablo came back for our orders. When he left, Wil was silent and I was too, unsure of how to proceed in an awkward moment like this. I didn’t know what to do as I have never had a boyfriend, gone on a date, or anything in any similar shape and form before in my entire life, so I am way out of my league at the moment. We were still quiet when our food arrived and we ate in silence. I was hoping someone would interrupt us and this tension would be broken.

            “You know, I have no idea what to say right now,” I said going out on a limb- metaphorically speaking, of course.

            “You don’t have to say anything at all,” said Wil softly. I nearly melted into the chair. We talked about absolutely nothing of importance during the rest of the dinner.

            Afterwards, I got up and left faster than I normally would as I could feel nothing from my neck down and my head was in the clouds. I started down the street.

            “Juliet, where are we going?” asked Wil following me.

            “New Orleans is very fascinating after dark and you said you like Anne Rice, right?”

            “Yeah.”

            “All right then,” I said pulling him after me. I wanted to take him to a place I found not even a week after I lived here- and not by accident. I loved reading Anne Rice too. I walked down the street holding onto my cane with one hand and his hand with my other, forcing myself not to hum happily.  “You know the life of New Orleans comes out when it gets dark.”

            “Fascinating,” said Wil as I took him by a graveyard. “Hop the fence.”

            “What!”
            “Hop the fence,” I said. “Technically we’re not supposed to be here after dark.”

            “Okay,” said Wil, hopping over the fence. “Here.” He helped me over the fence.

            “This way,” I said leading him deep into the cemetery. “We are in the St. Louis Cemetery. Close by to Anne Rice and Trent Reznor. Of which, they are not here at the moment.” 

            “Yeah,” said Wil trying to hold back a laugh.

            “This way,” I said pulling him through the narrow streets. I knew the dangers of these places, having come here alone often- to think. I have seen many things happen in these shadows, such as muggings, a kidnapping (though I didn’t know it at the moment. That was a big mess that happened like a month after I arrived here and a pain in the ass to clean up.), stuff like that. Even though I am half drunk out of my mind, I still watched the shadows.  I stopped by a specific tomb.

            “Why are we here?”

            “This is the designated tomb of the vampire Lestat,” I said, shifting the voodoo coins and little presents left at the site with my foot. People were always leaving stuff here. 

            “Are you serious?”

            “Yep. This is an interesting place to visit and don’t come alone because you’re an open target,” I said letting go of his hand and tipping back to stare at the sky above.

            “You really need to slow down or you’re going to kill your self,” said Wil leaning back up.

            “Puablo gave me vodka and I do know why,” I said starting to walk around Wil. “And, I have a confession to make…”

            “What,” said Wil turning around to keep me in his sight.

            “I like you- a lot. And I don’t know why. Do you know why?” I said starting to skip around him, making a bog circle. Wil said nothing. Pain shot up from my knee, making reality hit me like a ton of bricks to the head. I hit the ground on my ass, my head clear of all the cobwebs that come when I get hard liquor in my system.  I sucked in a deep breath, trying to level my over shocked system.  

            “Are you okay?” said Wil crouching down next to me.

            “My knee,” I rasped out, clutching my knee (like that helps relieve any pain, that concept is beyond me.). “Fuck.”

            “Here,” said Wil picking me off of the ground and setting me on a nearby tomb that was the perfect height for me to be exactly face to face with him.

            “Fuck,” I chanted like a mantra.

            “May I?” said Wil holding on the edge of my pant’s leg. I nodded, trying to get rid of the pain. He slowly left my pant’s leg up and over my knee, revealing the mangled mess of scars that covered my knee. “Damn, girl.”

            “It was a mistake. I was out over a creek by my house. It was fast because of some snow and rain and bloody cold. I was out on a branch over it and the branch broke. I fell in. My knee got caught between two hard, immovable objects and it was crushed. I was in the water too long so I have some nerve damage and have a permanent blue tinge to my fingers and toes. My hand was mangled somehow, but I don’t know how. That’s why I wear the gloves. I found out later that it was my neighbor that pulled me out. He was a first responder for the fire department.  My memory has always been a little fuzzy during that time. Two years later, I’m still in physical therapy and can’t really walk,” I said leaning back. I have no idea what he was doing, but it felt really good. I love the feel of his hands. “What ever you are doing…don’t stop.”

            “All right,” said Wil, with a sly smile. “Tell me something.”

            “What?”

            “What is it with you and colors?”

            “Colors?”

            “Yeah.”

            “I have no idea what you are talking about,” I said leaning up to look at him.

            “Nevermind then,” he said still rubbing my leg. I leaned back again. “Thank you for telling me.”

            “Telling you what?”         

            “What happened to you. I’m glad that now I know, so I won’t act like a fool again.”

            “Since when have you been a fool? I was just drunk and spouted off random things to you.”

            “When I first really met you. I accused you of being crippled in front of a crowd.”

            “Well, you didn’t do it on stage.”

            “Close enough though.”

            “Yeah…” I said remembering it vividly. It was the first time that I really saw him. I sat up to look at him.

            “I’m sorry,” he said pulling off my left glove. “I’m so sorry.” He pressed a kiss to one of the scars on my hand. A gasp escaped past my lips. “I’m sorry.” He kissed another scar. He kissed every scar, then he started again; all the while saying he was sorry.

            “Wil,” I said stopping him. I took his beautiful face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. “I forgive you.”

            I pressed my lips to his, hoping that the kiss that we shared the night before was only a preamble. He quickly took the lead, taking me to a place I didn’t know it even existed. I saw fireworks and felt the heat. There was nothing cool about this sexy man.

 

 

WIL+

            With my lips still against hers, I lifted her off of the tomb and lightly set her on the ground. I leaned back, breaking the kiss so that I could grab her cane that was lying on the ground. She gasped when she put her full weight on her leg. I handed her the cane, then picked her up.

            “Wil,” she gasped.

            “I’m fine. You’re actually really light,” I said. In actuality, she was light, not like super light, but light enough that I wouldn’t kill my back.

            I walked all the way to her house and up to her front door. It was like carrying equipment, but this was way better. All the while she played with the ends of my hair. I didn’t realize how much of a turn on it was until now.

            “Thank you,” she said as I set her down in front of the door. She unlocked it.

            “I should be thanking you,” I said as she opened the door a crack. I could see in, but I couldn’t see much of inside. 

            “Why?” said Juliet facing me. I stared down at the face that people would consider cute and nothing more, but for some reason I loved it. I loved the way her blue eyes dominated her face and her lips shiny from my kisses.

            “Because you took me around New Orleans and showed me places that I would have never gone.”

            “Oh, please. I took you to the park, dinner, and a graveyard. That’s it. And half of that time I was drunk,” she said with a laugh.

            “Well, I never would have experienced these things if it wasn’t for you.”

            “Push over,” she said grinning as she turned on some lights behind her, outlining her body. I just wanted to take her here and now. I really need to take my over heating body and just leave.  

            “I better be going,” I said gruffly.

            “Why?” she asked softly.

            “Because tomorrow evening we leave.”

            “That’s makes this night exceptionally special,” said Juliet, taking my hand and leading me into her house.

            “Juliet, if I stay any longer, then I cannot guarantee I will make it out before morning,” I groaned.

            “Who says that I want you to leave until morning,” she said putting her cane to the side.

            “What are you saying, Juliet?”

            “I am saying that I want you to stay…I am saying that I want you,” she said. I smiled wickedly just before I kissed her with all the passion that I had been holding in since I saw her come out of the bookstore this morning. She moaned into my mouth.

            That night she took me to heaven.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4

 

JULIET+

            When I woke up, I found myself alone. I turned over to his side and wanted to weep my heart out, suddenly feeling used as it seemed that to him it was only a one night stand, but my hand brushed against something on the pillow. I sat up, taking what was on it, and opened the note that was left on the pillow.

            You took me to heaven.

            It was all that it said. I grinned to myself and sat up. I found myself incredibly tender, but very much alive. I went through my daily routine in the morning, but I called my therapist and cancelled my appointment. I called Madame Gueret and took a rare sick day. Then I left for the park. This was their last day here in New Orleans. They had a full day of concerts, then they were leaving around nine in the evening. So I had a full day to do whatever I liked to them. I walked up to the back and was immediately let through. I avoided the stages so that none of them saw me go into the back.

I found their bus, but it was impossible to see inside as the windows were incredibly high off of the ground. A noise inside caught my attention, so I knocked on the door.

“Hi,” I said when a guy opened the door. He looked almost like Bun, but not exactly.

“Hi. You must be Juliet.”

“That I am.”

“I’m Troy. The merchandise guy.”

“Oh. You look like one of the guys.”

“I’m Jake Wambold’s brother. Did you need something?”

“I was wondering if you can keep the guys away from the bus for a while.”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I want to clean the bus and their clothes.”

“Everybody’s?”

“Yeah.”

“How bout this, I help because I don’t have to be out for a while.”

“That would be awesome,” I said. “And you can get rid of the ‘other stuff’.”

“Other stuff,” he asked confused, and then it dawned on him. The bad magazines and the like. “Oh! Yeah, I will.”  

“Then let’s get started,” I said entering the bus. Troy disappeared into the back as I started on the front. Within an hour, we had all their clothes loaded up onto the back of the golf cart, and the bus’ windows wide open. I hopped onto the gold cart and waited for Troy to close up the bus. When he got on, I drove to the nearest Laundromat. We used every washer and drier to get everything done quickly. During the time that we were there, Troy regaled me with stories about the guys. Some were so funny that Troy had a hard time even telling the story.

When we got back to the bus, Troy vacuumed and dusted as I repacked their clothes.  Unexpectedly the door opened. Both of us froze. Dakota walked in.

“Holy shit, man,” I said breathing out the breath that I was holding in.

“Huh? Why are you here,” he asked me.

“We’re cleaning the bus,” said Troy excitedly. I shook my head, smiling. Dakota looked at me.

“I wanted to clean the bus for them. Could you do something for us?”

“Sure.”

“Can you call Troy when they’re coming back here, so that I can hide?”

“I can do that,” said Dakota grabbing what he needed and leaving. “By the way, the bus looks great, you two.”

“Thanks,” said Troy even more happily. I smiled at Troy and went back to work. He was such a loveable idiot. A few hours later, Troy got a phone call. “Okay. Thanks.”

“Who was that?” I asked putting down the towel that I was using to dry dishes with.

“Hide,” said Troy pulling me into the back. We had finished the major stuff by that time- including washing the sheets on their beds and remaking them. He pushed me into the lower, closest bunk to the door and pushing me to the far back so that I slid down in a large crack between the bed and the wall. He closed the curtain and left me there. “I’ll be back,” he whispered before he closed the door that separated the back from the front. I could hear people talking in the next room, but not what they were talking about. I heard the door open and some one say.

“It smells good in here. Do you know why, Troy?”

“No. It always smells like this, Nick,” I heard Troy reply.

“Whatever,” said Nick under his breath. I held my breath until I heard the door close again. Troy came back and opened the curtain.

“They’re gone,” he said helping me out of the crack. “I have to go man the merch table.”

“That’s fine. Who was it?”

“Nick and Angel.”

“Okay. You better go, I’ll finish up here.”

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