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Hudson Livingston

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."

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a character in “Untamed Things”, originally authored by .euphoria., as played by RolePlayGateway


“Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.”

General Knowledge

| Nicknames |
She mostly goes by her name, but sometimes people decided to call her Hud, Son, Steve, Stevie or just by her last name, Livingston. Not that she enjoys most nicknames but, those were just the ones that followed her everywhere and stuck around during her short little life.

| Age |
Twenty Three

| Birthdate |
October 31st (Halloween)

| Gender |

| Sexual Orientation |
100% Bisexual and proud

| Ethnicity |
100% Australian

| Occupation |
She has two jobs, one that she absolutely loves and one that she has just to make ends meet. Her job to pay the bills is a job as a photographer at her brother, Jasper's and his husband's entertainment (mostly music) magazine. She works there whenever they need her which is mostly on huge events like fashion week, vans warped tour, concerts, premieres, etc. Her other job which is the one she wants to do forever is being lead guitarist and singer in her alternative and rock back, Hitting the Fans. A job she has had since she was fifteen years old when the band started.

| Hair Color |
Her hair is naturally dark brown but once joining her band, Hitting the Fan she decided to edge herself out by dying it pitch black. That was around eight and a half years ago.

| Eye Color |
Dark, dark brown but they look almost black in most lighting

| Height |
5 feet and 6 inches

| Weight |
118 pounds

| Tattoos |
Are you kidding? She's a rocker, of course she has tattoos! She's even lost count of how many she has. And she honestly doesn't feel like naming them all so... Her Tattoos.

| Piercings |
Again, are you kidding? She's in a band, of course she has a few if not a lot of piercings. She has two dermals on both of her hands, the top of her right ear, and her infamous plugs that she doesn't go anywhere without. Her most known ones are: her Pokemon ones, her Tri-force plugs, her ballon plugs, her Dragonball ones, and her first pair and favorite pair of plugs that are My neighbor

| Scars |
She has faint scars on her wrist from when she was younger and used to self harm.

For Better Or For Worse

{Adventurous, Sarcastic, Blunt, Risk-Taker, A Fighter}
Hudson is true to her family and the way she was raised even if she isn't the most amazing daughter in the world. She is as passionate, caring, and strong as her mother, Piper Livingston. She's a dreamer just like her mother was and in some cases, she's far more curious than she should be. She is open and adventurous just as her mother is. And she is not afraid of the unknown like a lot of other people are which may make her sound like crazy person. But, she welcomes it, she think without it, even now, than we would still be living in caves. So yea, She could be called a dreamer.

She loves to dream! The twenty-three year old loves to believe that if she wants to do something then maybe, just maybe.... she can actually do it. Which may be the reason she continues with her dream of being famous with her band right by her side. Some people believe that she is a little.... Out There and maybe she is but, hey that's her. Along with this, She's an Idealist who loves and always pursue high hopes, and dreams, and goals. Never shooting down another person's dreams no matter what they are. Again like her mother, she is optimistic, sue her; But the way she sees it it's better to feel everything and think everything is possible than to feel nothing at all and think nothing can be better. It makes her believe that, there's a light at the end of the tunnel. This fact leads her to sometimes thinks too much, a habit she's been trying to break. But, for the last twenty three years it has not been able to be broken. But like her father she is determined, protective, and a leader. She is not one to take pity from anyone about anything and isn't above snapping on someone who sees her as inferior to them. And, she lives to prove those types of people wrong. Which has made her father very proud. Something that she has always wanted to place from him; pride and acceptance.

The Australian is, in two words, cynical and sarcastic. She's got a sharp tongue, and is always ready with a quick comment or a sarcastic quip, though she never means to cause real harm to anyone even if they hurt her first. The girl is also one to always throw herself into everything she does even if that means having to keep at it for hours on end. Like her band she has done ever since she was able to find out just how much she loved music. And with those years, she has always hated to lose or being shut down, just thinking about losing makes her pissed off no matter what it is. But, with having good quality she does have a few bad ones just like every other human being who has ever walked the Earth. She is a very cynical person. Never believing that someone is a true and honest as they tell her. She believes that everyone is always out to hurt her or to use her in one way or another. She thinks that people only want something from her and then are going to leave her high and dry which is something she is not okay with. So, she tries to push them away. Most of the time it works to an expense but other just stick to her because they prove themselves. Another rather unlovely quality of hers is that she has a strict schedule for herself. Which has made her stricter on herself than how her parents were which is hard to believe but it is true. She has much control over herself and her decisions, always being the one to think of the outcomes. This is the part of Fiona that she needs to feel as if she has done something with her life and that everything that happened to her in her life means something. Making her quite determined.

But it also means she must be a Risk-taker on more levels than just one. Like,her getting tattoos, she loves getting them. She has a lot of different tattoos, some with a meaning and some it was because she was bored and her brother, Leo wasn't booked ... But, she does take care of her body like most normal people. At least now she does after getting clean and all. And, despite her many tattoos... and piercings... and drinking... and occasional smoking. The Assie does work out whenever she can or has the energy to do so. She is a very Honest and Blunt, and will speak her mind whenever she feel likes it, which doesn't necessarily mean all the time. For your information! But, despite her.... forthrightness, do not call her a bitch.

| Hobbies |
Singing Smirking: So she sands Painting Surprisingly Cooking with Cajun Playing Guitar Song Writing Humming Photographing People

| Habits |
Has a habit of biting her bottom lip when either flattered or embarrassed She loves to wear bowler hats! No matter what the weather is. She is always messing with her nails when taking a test or answering questions, even if she is not nervous.

| Oddities |
When she attracted to people they are rather old than her by at least three-four years if not more She has no actual religion but is not atheist. Used to be addicted to smoking Blueberries, Apples, and Papaya (Allergic)

| Likes and Dislikes|

Piercings and Tattoos Pop Music
Cats: Especially her first one, Lex Loud Music
Playing Guitar and Singing Her Religious Background
Her Band People Making Fun Of Her Accent
Video Games Smoking: Even if she does
Nerdy Thing;Pokemon, Dragon Ball, etc. Working
Drinking Needles
Going Out on the Town Being Questioned
Folk and Indie Music and Films When Her Concerts Get Stopped
The Unknown Girly Girls
Tattooed GuysFlirting/Being Flirted With
Cooking (surprisingly) Sitcoms
Independence Getting Angry
Rainy days Being Single
Classic Disney Movies Being Told What To Do
The Movie, Anastasia The Morning
Her Apartment Hot days
Singing Disney Songs In The Morning Immaturity
Red Velvet Cupcakes Country Music
Red Wine Dance music/Rap/Gospel
Taco Bell Rom-Coms
Black Hair and Blue Eyes Country Music
The Bronx The Color Pink
New York The Taste of Blood

Stuff You Shouldn't know...

Strengths and Weaknesses
| Hudson's Skills/Talents |
Getting To Know People/Meeting New People
Guitar and Piano

| Hudson's Flaws/Weaknesses |
She is quite cynical and un-trusting in a relationship (any type)
She has a mild case of depression but it doesn't show anymore
She can be very hostile when she's in an argument
She has a very big soft spot for people she may have feelings for.

| Secrets |
She used to self harm herself which explains the faint scars all along her wrist.

Her and her brothers don't really keeps touch with their parents. Seeing that their parents see the three of them as, in their words are "An embarrassment to the Jewish religion!"

| Fears/Phobias |
Fear of Failure- She is terrified of failing and proving her parents right that her dream is idiotic.

Dishabiliophobia-Fear of undressing in front of someone: Yeaaa, she can barely look herself in the mirror when she is undressing. Why would she be okay with others looking at all her scars.

Genophobia-Fear of sex: She has never had it when she wanted to, it was always out of rape. She just is terrified that it'll do two things: She afraid of that it'll always be out of rape and she'll never have it mean anything and she also afraid of it not meaning anything to the person she does it with...

| Biography |

| Place Of Origin |
Parramatta, Australia but raised in Boston, Mass from the age of 15

| Birth Date |
October 31st, 1990

| History |

| Family Tree |

Father | Alexander Livingston
Mother | Piper Livingston
Brother | Jasper Livingston
Brother In-Law; Jasper's Husband | Vic Alexander-Livingston
Brother | Leo Livingston
Sister | Daisy Livingston-Efron
Brother In=Law; Daisy's Husband | Max Efron

| Happiest Memory |
"My favorite moment is more like a series of events. You see, when I got into my ex-relationship we did a lot of bad shit. Drinking, drugs, he would abuse me whenever he was out of it, but for some reason I put up with it because I was "in love" with the idiot. Which is where it started. I began using drugs and at first they were nice and they calmed me, my band mates were terrified of me "leaving soon than I was suppose to" but I didn't listen. But, during my freshmen of college when I graduated Maldoy... I began seeing how bad it was getting I was becoming dependent on them and that made my friends take action. They talked me into going to a program to get me help. Which is probably the best thing they ever could have done for me. It's been almost two years and I'm completely clean. And I've got control of my life again."

| Saddest Memory |
"Probably the known time I was you know... using drugs. I wasn't myself to be complete frank. I put up with shit from my boyfriend at the time just to keep the drugs coming, meaning I also took the abuse just to stay from having withdraw. The whole time, my band mates were getting more and more worried but I just pushed them away. Nothing matter to me at that time but feeding my addiction. And that went on for almost two years before my boyfriend was arrested for abuse and rape, there went my addiction with him. And the sad part is that the withdraw was the worst part of everything. All and all... that whole experience... Not fun."

Theme Song

Who Are You Now | Sleeping With Sirens
Yeah, yeah

Don’t wake me up if I’m sleeping this life away
Tell me that I’ll never be good enough
Sometimes it hurts to think it could really be that way
It won’t be that way

I’m tired and I’m lost
I don’t wanna be found
I put my heart and my soul
And strength in this now

So forgive me ‘cause I won’t forget that
Yeah, this world has changed me
So you know when you ask me

Who are you now?
Did you say what you want?
Don’t go back to the start
I’m asking, who are you now?
Did they break you apart?
Won’t you fight back for what you want?

Sometimes you gotta fall before you fly
We’re gonna work it out

Yeah, yeah

Don’t, don’t, don’t wake me up
‘Cause I hate who I am today
So come on, come on
And just take, take, take what you want
Is it now what we’re living for?
We’re always wanting more

You made me hate my own reflection
Question every choice I make
So I could try to be perfect
But I won't try to be fake

So forgive me ‘cause I really could care less that
This world has changed me
So you know when you ask me

Who are you now?
Did you say what you want?
Don’t go back to the start
I’m asking, who are you now?
Did they break you apart?
Won’t you fight back for what you want?

Sometimes you gotta fall before you fly
And sometimes you really live, you’ve gotta try
We can change it all together, in the end you’re gonna find
That what we felt in our hearts was real the whole time
When you open up your eyes, I hope that you find
Who you are, who you are

Who are you now?
Who are you now?

Who are you now?
Did you say what you want?
Don’t go back to the start
I’m asking, who are you now?
Did they break you apart?
Won’t you fight back for what you want?

Sometimes you gotta fall before you fly
Sometimes you gotta fall before you fly
We’re gonna work it out
No Church in the Wild | Jay-z and Kanye West ft. Frank Ocean
[Frank Ocean]
Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

Tears on the mausoleum floor
Blood stains the coliseum doors
Lies on the lips of a priest
Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
Rollin’ in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
Only the doctors got this, I’m hidin’ from police
Cocaine seats
All white like I got the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic
I’m wonderin’ if a thug’s prayers reach
Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?
Socrates asks, “Whose bias do y’all seek?”
All for Plato, screech
I’m out here ballin’, I know y’all hear my sneaks
Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats
Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats

[Frank Ocean]
Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
Let me into your encryption

[Kanye West:]
Coke on her black skin made a stripe like a zebra
I call that jungle fever
You will not control the threesome
Just roll the weed up until I get me some
We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there’s permission’
And deception is the only felony
So never fuck nobody wit’out tellin’ me
Sunglasses and Advil
Last night was mad real
Sun comin’ up, 5 a.m.
I wonder if they got cabs still
Thinkin’ ’bout the girl in all-leopard
Who was rubbin’ the wood like Kiki Shepard
Two tattoos, one read “No Apologies”
The other said “Love is cursed by monogamy”
That’s somethin’ that the pastor don’t preach
That’s somethin’ that a teacher can’t teach
When we die, the money we can’t keep
But we probably spend it all ’cause the pain ain’t cheap

[Frank Ocean:]
Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

Will he make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild

So begins...

Hudson Livingston's Story

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Buzz, Buzz, Buzzzzzzz

The sound of her phone vibrating was the one thing that could wake Hudson up on a Monday morning on time. “Ugh! Who texts me this early in the morning?!” She rose from her bed and snatched the IPhone 5 from her nightstand before reading the text from her roommate. She put her phone down and fell back in her bed with another groan. “It is too early to be up. Especially on a Monday of all days.” She said in her head before sitting up in her bed and replying to the wake up text. Alright, alright. I'll down in twenty. She laid her phone down before getting out of her bed and seeing her cat, Lex peak his head from under the sheet, probably seeing if his own was up. And when he saw she was, the gray cat leaped out of the bed and went right by his owner's side as she walked into the hallway and into bathroom.

Turning on the water, she watched her cat scurry out of the bathroom and back to the shelter of Hudson's dark room. The Aussie let out a chuckle before stepping into the shower. For the next ten minutes, she wasn't really worried about anything but showering, getting cleaned, and sing the rest of her Ellie Goulding song, Only You. After do all that, she turned off the water, hearing the squeak of the pipes as the water turned off. She wrapped her red towel around her body and began walking back into her bedroom to get dressed, not paying much attention to all the pets the roommates had in their house. Her and her roommate, Alex who liked to go by Cajun were pet people, sue them.

Closing the door, behind her she saw Lex looking right at her from his black cat stand. The Aussie rolled her eyes as she grabbed the outfit she had laid out off of her desk and laid it on her bed before wrapping the towel around her jet black hair to keep it from dripping all over the wood floors.The last thing she needed was their landlord bitching at her about it. She already got yelled at for calling him out on being an ass a few days ago and by the looks of it he was still a bit pissed at the girl. In her defense she was having a bad day though. Hudson slipped on her top and then her jean shorts all before looking over at her shoes, mostly sneakers picking a plain pair of her Chuck Taylors. Once tying her laces she stood up and looked at herself in her dresser's mirror and with a smirk she nodded at herself before taking the towel off of her now dry hair and tossing it in her hamper.

She fixed her hair and her makeup which about another ten minutes after having to start over from messing up on her eyeliner and cursing a little storm. Now she had to make her roommate even a little long because of it. She hated making Cajun wait but, she could always make some bread and coffee to spend her time as she waited for Hudson, and probably her fiance as well to get down to the alley behind the cafe where her roommate worked. Before grabbing her phone from her bed, seeing if she had any messages from anyone. And the one she had was from her older brother's husband, Vic or 'Vicky' as he went by. It was just saying they needed her to work today because of some bar that was going to be packed. She loved bars, so it wasn't a big deal for her to snap a few photographs. She just hated having to work on Monday, period. Hud groaned once again before texting back a quick: yes. What was she suppose to say? No to her boss and her brother in-law, and have her older brother yell at her over it later on. They were both her bosses and she had to say yes to them. Sadly.

She slipped her phone in her back pocket before grabbing her keys and closing the door of her apartment. As she walked down the stairs she was stopped by her landlord and archenemy, Bernard Gilligan. “Livingston, do you know when your rent is due?” She stopped walking and smirk as she stopped and looked at him. “Hm, I guessing around every time it's due meaning three days.” She said with attitude in her voice as she put her hood up, looked at her phone, and walked right past him not really in the mood to hear whatever he had to say about her, her accent, or her attitude. “Livingston, you better pay in full this time!” She just waited at the door before nodding. “Kay, love you too.” Sarcasm obviously in use before he walked in his office. She lost her smug smile and rolled her dark brown eyes. “Asshole.” She added under her breath before in the back alley of the cafe next to her apartment to see her roommate and her fiance, Julian sitting down. With Cajun on his lap. Walking up to her best friend, Hudson rolled her eyes before speaking, “On of these days, I going to beat the crap out of that little British man.” She looked at her roommate before hearing the couple chuckling at the Aussie's frustration.

“Let me guess, you wanna smoke right now... Don't you?”
Julian asked her as he reached in hi back pocket handing the cigarette and light to Hudson before having her light it and take a huff. She could feel herself relaxing instantly. “Thanks, so what do you guys want to tell me?” A cocked eyebrow raised towards them. She knew that it was about Cajun moving out of the apartment seeing that they were getting married and with luck, she would be moving out soon. Hudson was ready to have her own place without her two friends trying to set her up with someone.“Well, we actually found a place in Albany that we are moving into in the next week or so. I mean, I'll help you pay the rent this month but then you're on your own, Hud.” Her friend told her, as Hudson smirked. She looked at the time on her phone before nodding towards them. “Look, that's okay. I really do not give a fuck, you two lovebirds do your thing. I have to get to work.” She told the two before waving towards them and turning around. She walked with the cigarette in her mouth before stopping at the bar, looking at the name, and snapping a picture of the sign. She threw the butt of her now non-existent cigarette on the cement before stepping on it and continuing to take photos of the surroundings and the exterior of the bar. Hopefully, the bodyguards wouldn't shoo her off like most bars and clubs, making her get out her media pass.

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Once he allowed himself to slip into the rhythm, Jaylene was pushed to the back corner of his mind for the time being. That didn't keep him from keeping his head down with his hair half covering his face during most of his performance. Beads of sweat gathered above his brow and at the base of his neck, cold as they would run down his spine. The energy in the bar was unreal, giving Kaleb a natural high as he watched the bodies thrash against one another to the music he and the rest of his band created.

He couldn't even force himself to look back at Jaylene, although he had noticed she began to hang off Spitz just like old times. A twist of jealousy made Kaleb flush with guilt. He had Kaycee, there was no reason to care about what Jaylene was up to, even if they had been pushed together by some strange surge of fate.

The music travelled flawlessly through his finger tips, his voice softly singing back up. It was easy to go through the motions, they had practiced so many times it was like clock work. Time passed quick, and before Kaleb could even realize it the set was over and they were bowing before the applause before rushing off stage.

"What a rush! Did you see that blonde that called us up? Banging!" Robert enthused, shoving Elijah boyishly.

Averting his eyes, Kaleb tied his button down haphazardly around his hips, nervously running his hands through his hair as the realization that he was still in the same building as Jaylene settled in. He had to go, to get out. The red EXIT sign over a side door came into his vision like a gift from God, he could almost hear the angels singing. Looking to his fellow band mates who had begun to haul their equipment onto the cart, he waited for Rob and Elijah to run off before stopping Greco. "Hey man can you grab my stuff? I have to go." He gestured over his shoulder as if to stress his urgency.
Narrowing his eyes, Greco studied Kaleb's face, uncertainty scrawled in his expression. Deciding not to give the man a chance to answer, Kaleb forced a smile and a thank you, turning hurriedly to rush out the door. He could hear Greco begin to say something, but while Kaleb was trying to get away he came face to face with the very one he was hiding from.

Her dumb expression said it all, she hadn't noticed him earlier. He wasn't sure why she thought she would, Jaylene was always so self centered and in her own little world how could she have noticed what was right under her nose. Kaleb couldn't see himself, but as his muscles stiffened he could imagine his expression. Disgust, anger, maybe a little guilt..perhaps if he could look her in the eye long enough she could have been able to see the anguish and pain. However that was the old Kaleb, he told himself. The new Kaleb knew how to control his inner demons, how to smother the fire that threatened to grow from within. With Jaylene before him though; he could feel a spark threaten to ignite his demons.

She had opened her mouth as if to say something...multiple times.

"What? Have something to say?" Kaleb said condescendingly, unable to contain his rage. Greco stepped out from behind him, watching the whole scene with cautious interest. Still Jaylene had yet to speak, reminding Kaleb much of a girl just playing dress up in mommys closet to feel important. "Wow, never thought I'd see the day when Jaylene Sullivan is speechless." He scoffed, rolling his eyes with half amusement.

Confused, Greco stepped between the two, still keeping the gap between them. Kaleb wasn't sure if he was trying to solve the issue or figure out the problem. Thrusting the envelope of cash before her, Kaleb stared at it with ridicule. A dark grin fashioned across his plump lips as he shook his head. His hand swatted at it with slightly more force than he intended, knocking the envelope into Greco.
"I'm not like the rest of the people you seem to surround yourself with now. You can't just throw money at me to solve the issue." He hadn't expected to confront Jaylene, but as she stood before him it came out like word vomit. 5 years he had been forcing himself to forget everything about her, to ignore any memory even containing her briefly. He had never imagined what he would say or do if he were to see her again, in fact he hoped that he wouldn't.

He made no attempt to move around her as he walked past, rudely bumping into her as he rounded onto the dance floor, leaving Greco to mend Jaylenes ego because he stopped caring a long time ago. Gliding across the floor, Kaleb shoved his hand into his pocket to verify the vial of crushed white had remained in his pocket while hopping all over the stage. His high had come down what felt like hours ago, and he could feel his body itch for more. Red hot anger flushed through his veins, as if all the work and time he had put into harnessing himself was out the window from an awkwardly serendipitous encounter between him and an old friend.

"Fuck!" Kaleb shouted as he barged out the door around the front entrance. Throwing his hands into the air in exasperation, Kaleb did a 360 while he attempted to make sense of what just happened. Surreal didn't quite cover it. Gripping the hair at his temples, Kaleb could feel the pressure of an oncoming migraine push against his forehead. Backing into the cold brick wall of the building, he rolled his head back attempting to calm the thoughts that rushed around in his mind.

Then in the silence, suddenly Kaleb became acutely aware that he was not alone.

Slowly, he opened one eye, peeking through his fingers like a shy young boy, although he was more embarrassed of someone witnessing his melt down more than anything else. Even in the dim light he could make out the face, jet black hair fanning away from her golden brushed skin. The girl had an edge to her, carrying herself confidently without having to strip down to the trashy level of the other girls inside the club. Plus, there was something he recognized her face from.

"Hello." He said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with a crooked smile. Her camera was expensive, he could tell. Probably was her job, he figured. His eyes went to her tattoos, trying to make them out in the poor lighting. As she shifted, the light shined down onto the sword along her forearm, switching a light bulb within him. "Hit the fan?!" He enthused, remembering when he had gone to see the band at a different bar within the Bronx. With a limited amount of alternative local artist, it wasn't easy to forget a band once you were in the scene. He remembered Kaycee running off in the middle of the set in jealousy as Kaleb watched the girl own the stage effortlessly.

She was gorgeous to say the least, and had the laid back element that made Kaleb want to talk to her. He took a couple steps forward, "I saw you at the Boulevard, you guys rocked it." He complimented, smiling like a fan boy at the woman before him.

He almost forgot why he had stormed out moments ago, then as the memory struck him, Kaleb withdrew the Marlboro Reds from his back pocket. Taking a single cigarette, Kaleb brought it to his lips before lighting the foul habit he had to indulge before offering one to the dark haired vixen that had slunk into his path. "Sorry about that earlier...hope I didn't scare you." He inhaled a long drag, allowing the smoke to roll out his mouth like a waterfall, then twisting and curling into the air as if it knew it was being watched. "Just blowing off some steam, ya know?"


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If the girl had anything to say in response, Kaleb didn't get the chance to hear it. Before he even took a second hit from his square, the double doors behind him flew open. He turned expectantly, holding the cigarette between his lips. As he had assumed, a red faced Greco was headed his way. Kaleb braced himself, holding his cigarette at a distance as he tensed his muscles.

"Are you crazy?" Greco shouted, shoving Kaleb back. The lit cigarette skittered across the alley, just stopping short of the girls shoes who Kaleb was just moments ago attempting to loop in. As he took a few steps back, an amused grin took his expression as he shook his locks out, pushing his frames on top of his head.
Once again Kaleb withdrew his pack, replacing his square and lighting it casually. Ignoring the woman just feet away, Greco stared at Kaleb expectantly, waiting for an answer. As they stood in silence, a van pulled into the alley, driven by Rob. Over Greco's shoulder, Elijah had emerged from the double doors with some equipment in hand, looking at the scene with curiosity. Greco poked Kaleb's shoulder roughly, "Answer me."

Without hesitation Kaleb swatted away the hand of his band mate. The veil of apathy cracked, giving Greco a glimpse of the very same Kaleb Jaylene had recognized just moments ago. Yes he was wild eyed, the cocaine leaving him a little more agitated than usual. He had stopped using it casually, mostly just using it special occasions and shows. Kaycee didn't know anything about it, she swore to leave him if she found out about him doing it again. However there was something about being called out on it by an old friend that felt like a knife in his gut. Like she saw him as beneath her, and maybe she was right.

"You don't know shit about the situation, so quit acting like you do." Kaleb said cooly as he took another drag, blowing the smoke in Greco's face. "That bitch in there may look like Malibu Barbie but she's rotten on the inside. We knew each other back in Canada, to sum it up we left on bad terms."

Greco searched Kaleb's face, as if expecting further explanation. When it didn't come, Greco laughed. "So you blow the biggest gig we've had yet? I don't give a fuck if she burned your house down, you just fucked up what could have been a great reference. This is the biggest event we've ever been hired for and you're lucky she even still paid us! I wouldn't have. Fix your attitude Kaleb, I'm not putting up with your shit." Kaleb began to walk away as Greco spoke, putting his hand up to signify he didn't want to hear it. Greco just couldn't understand, and Kaleb wasn't going to waste his time trying to explain it.

If anyone else was around Kaleb didn't notice, instead just continuing down the alley to round the building. The line wrapped around one side of the building, people filling the sidewalk. He could hear Greco shouting his name, but Kaleb hopped into the first cab he saw and gave the taxi driver the address to Kaycee's home. There was no one else he'd rather see.


Image"Kale?" Kaycee's gentle voice spoke over the scratchy intercom.
"Please let me up Kase."

The buzz of the front doors being unlocked was all the answer he needed. Throwing his cigarette unto the pavement, Kaleb ran through the doors, just barely making it through the second door in time. It was late, his phone had died hours ago and the exact time was lost to him, but Kaycee rarely said no to him. Taking the stairs, he could hear her door unlock as he reached the landing of the second floor, her athletic silhouette slipping in between the door frame and the slightly ajar dark oak door.

Her jacket had been thrown on over a flimsy tank top, her shorts leaving little for the imagination. Over come with relief he rushed to her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her close, burying himself in her scent as he breathed hotly into her ear. "Finally, I needed to see you..." He said, much like the plea of a young boy. The tension that had been growing between his shoulders since he had first seen Jaylene finally lessened, the chip he had been carrying around disintegrating.

Soundlessly she stepped back, allowing him to close the door behind them. Obviously still half asleep, she didn't have the energy to protest Kaleb's advances. He pushed her against the wall of the hallway, reaching behind her neck, spreading his fingers into the closely cropped hair at the base of her neck, gently yanking the hairs back to tilt her chin back. Her lips parted against his, her body melting like butter beneath him, recognizing the need within him.

Gripping the back of her thighs, Kaleb hoisted her up so that her legs could wrap around his waist, pressing himself into her soft feminine shape. Leaning forward, he gently nibbled on her ear before whispering, "I love you." She moaned as his hand slipped behind the small of her back, pulling her so that her body arched against his.

"I love you, too." She managed to say between his kisses as he pulled her close, supporting her weight as he carried her into her bedroom, laying her out on her bed with care. Dim light from the street and moon light filtered through the sheer drapes, poorly illuminating their naked figures as they melded into one another, creating a cacophony of grunts and moans as Kaleb transferred all the guilt, anger and pain that had built within into that moment with Kaycee. She hadn't questioned him, or started an argument. Things with Kaycee were simple, easy. She loved him no matter what, and that was what he loved about her above everything else.

Suddenly, Jaylene didn't matter any more. It was a fateful encounter that he would put behind him now. So what she was in the Bronx? A lot of people lived out in this end of the city, New York was big and it took this long for them to run into one another, he didn't think it could happen again any time soon. So as he fell next to Kaycee in a light sheen of sweat and she nestled into his chest, Kaleb inhaled her smell of vanilla and something floral and fell into the realm of sleep to begin the day anew.