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[Zeke Black]

"It's 3:18, mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen,
The minutes are hours, the hours are days,
I feel infected by your presence, you speak in tounges,
I smell the lies dancing on your blackened lungs,,"

Ethan's outfit click here..

Zeke's Outfit click here.

"Oh, dude- look at this tee." An amused sounding Ezekiel lay out on his back on the counter of the Merchandise stand for 'Federal Restriction'. Legs stretched out in front of him, against the wall connected to the counter. Holding up a tee shirt of the band, he smirked- tapping Ethan's face in the picture designed onto the shirt to reveal a smiling sunglasses clad kid. "Oh my gawd, I should so buy this shit! THA DRUMMER'S A HOTTIE MAJORLY!" Zeke shrieked, imitating some of the random girls they'd seen at shows, or something of the such. Chucking the shirt at his best friend, he let out a soft chuckle. Could this get anymore boring? Wasn't the life of some kid in a pretty popular band supposed to be totally action packed? Oh well.

"Dude-Tripp, I'm bored."
"You think I'm real excited, Zeke?"

Ethan raised an eyebrow, used to being called 'tripp' by his friends in the band, or just people in general. He didn't really care for it, but stage names were cool sometimes. It was like how no one called Zeke by his full first name anymore. Ethan examined the shirt he'd just had thrown at him, and soon threw it back onto the counter. He didn't see why some people would pay thirty dollars for a plain old tee shirt with their band name on it, and a picture of them all looking like they're some sort of freak mannequins. Oh, well, at least it got them cash, right? Ethan moved to shove Ezekiel off the Counter partway, to pull himself up onto the counter to sit; letting his black vans clad feet swing a little.

Ezekiel rolled his eyes once half of his body was shoved off the counter top, and jacked up his pants a notch. They had fallen a little too low over his boxers for his liking. Even after he'd pulled them up they still showed a good half of his undershorts- but only when he sat. Too bad there weren't any interesting people around.

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[Nicole Merrik]

ooc-I dont know how you do those link thingys. But heres her outfit

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Nicole wandered around a little. She was supposed to meet Zeke and Ethan here and then right then she spotted them. She bit her lower lip to keep from laughing as she heard Zeke shreik like he was a fan girl. Nicole smiled and came up behind them. "So how many girls came and asked you two boys out on dates?" She knew there would be tons.

They were both majorly attractive but Nicole always had a huge crush on Zeke. Ethan was the only one who knew this though. And she knew Ethan wouldn't tell Zeke right? Nicole set her messanger down on the bag and crossed her arms over her stomach. She tilted her head slightly looking at her two close friends.

Their band was pretty popular you could say. Her and Ethan discovered each others talents and decided to form a band. Then they found Zeke. The lead vocals for their band. She had to admit she wanted to know why they thought Nicole had so much talent. Though she was pretty good at guitar. Though the only reason is because she had nothing else to do in her free time.

Nicole touched the guitar pick that was held on a silver chain around her neck. It was her brothers. He had taught her how to play the guitar and now he was gone. Forever. Nicole blamed herself and nobody could tell why. They tried to talk her out of it but she never listened. Not even to Zeke or Ethan.

[Zeke Black]

When Nicole approached, immediately Ezekiel let off a loud howl. He had always been one to wolf whistle, hadn't he? He laughed, showing Nicole he had just been messing around. "Oh, thousands! I even got the number of a few prostitutes..." Zeke winked, sliding over the counter once more to pickup a hat bearing their band logo. Slapping it down on top of his head, he smirked. It was tilted up a little too much, and off to the side. Wasn't he hardcore? No, not really. Finding himself upon the counter once more, he pushed Tripp over to the side; making room for Nicole. There had only been a few girls to ask them out, really. All the others had been simply asking if they could be groupies- or get a signature on their chest or something. It was kind of disgusting in the drummer's eyes, but Zeke sort of took every opportunity he got.

Like I'd stated before, young Ezekiel was quite the lady's man. It was something he took much pride in, that little skinny jean clad boy. He stuck his tongue out at Ethan, and groaned. "We need to party a little, or something. I'm feeling like a rehearsal, or going clubbing." He suggested the two, shrugging quite nonchalantly. Oh boy, was he incredibly un-amused by all of this. And totally oblivious to the fact Nicole had a little thing for the him, to boot! Because you just had to know wittle ethan wouldn't break a pinky promise, right? Right!

Ethan himself smirked at all of Zeke's nonsense chatter, and took off his hat for a moment; fanning his face with it as if a fainting fan girl. "Oh, millions. But they all were either actually men- or prostitutes. So I let Zeke have them." He raised an eyebrow, planting his hat back on his head with the brim turned up, and the signature tilt square on. He wished they had something else to be doing, really. Rehearsal sounded hella good, but then again- so did partying. He felt like margarita or something, anyway. But the drums were aching at his bones....

Maybe he wanted to rehearse. Either way- he could almost taste what Ezekiel wanted to do, as well as Nicole. Zeke was a party boy. He'd been through the tabloids time after time after time- all of them with drunken interviews. He'd even once admitted; people only like us because they like my hair, and think Ethan Tripp has a big one. Plus nicole- because they're all throwing their goddamn condoms at her through the tourbus windows... That by far had been the most entertaining response, in ethan's eyes. It was partially true, he supposed. Considering most of it was likely plausible, and the little blondes in hollister sweaters didn't look like they'd like death metal, or even know what metal was in the first place.

[Nicole Merrik]

Nicole smiled at the two boys before jumping up and sitting on the counter next to Zeke. Where Ethan had sat before he was pushed off. "Men...Surprising." She said sarcastically. Nicole had seen loads of people wanting their numbers. Men and Women. Kind of scary actually.

Nicole forced a smile as Zeke said he felt like going clubbing. "I'll pass tonight." Truth was Nicole passed every night. She loved to party but when she was with her band it just meant having to see Zeke hit on girls. And Nicole knew when she got jealous she showed it. No matter how hard she tried to hide it. Ethan and Zeke are used to her passing by now.

She let her legs swing back and forth slowly as she took out a dum-dum out of her pocket. Nicole unwrapped it and stuck it in her mouth. When she didn't go to the party's she stayed home and played her guitar. Nicole hates the dark only because of her past so she won't sleep alone. Nobody knows this and she often lays awake thinking. She's afraid to sleep because she usually wakes up sweating. Usually screaming too.

"You guys can go clubbing. I think im just going to stay home and rest." She wasn't tired at all she just didn't feel like rehearsing or clubbing right then.

[Ethan Ryott]

"Fine then- be a party pooper." Zeke rolled his eyes, sliding off the counter. He ran fingers through his hair, before slipping his wallet from his back pocket. Counting the cash in the leather case. One, two, three, four, five- over fives twenties and god knows what else was in there. "I'll go pay a goddamn stripper then, or something." He said harshly, though he was completely joking. He sighed, looking back to Ethan. "Bitch, you better be going clubbing with me. You're my favorite chick magnet- you and your nine incher." He winked, and it was obviously he was in a crude humor sort of mood. Wasn't he just mr.class this evening?

Ethan rolled his eyes at his friend, and ran fingers through his hair. "Ahh. I guess. Just make sure you don't bring the ten inches up in a regular conversations about alcohol and touring with the band." Ethan said, with a small sigh. He really didn't feel up to partying with a bunch of barbiefricks (plastic hookers), and drunken Zekes- but someone had to drive the poor kid home when he was too drunk to drive.

ooc: small post. im tired. i fked up my hip. deal, sowwie ):

[Nicole Merrik]

Nicole's face turned more pale than usual as she heard that Zeke was just going to hire a striper. "Uhm...Nevermind. What about a rehearsal?" She asked trying to change Zeke's mind about a striper and clubbing. Though then Nicole froze. She just gave a huge hint away that she liked Zeke. Damn. Nicole turned and looked at Ethan for help.

Ethan always helped Nicole and was like a big brother to her. He always protected her from things and was the only one other than Zeke who knew about her mom dying. But they dont know that she thinks it was her fault. The reason for this is because Nicole didn't want to cause more drama than there already is with them being a pretty big band and all.

Nicole turned and saw a boy checking her out. She just rolled her eyes and looked down at the counter. She picked up a pen and threw it at him before turning back to the boys. But not looking at them. But at her shoes. She took the dum-dum out of her mouth for a minute then stuck it back in and looked up at Zeke.