* WHITE NOISE

[HOLDEN RUSH BARNETT]

today's gonna be a beautiful day

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» "This little piggy went to market,"

[/color] Holden sang to himself as he skipped lightly down the ship's corridor towards the staff lounge. "This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef and this little piggy had none."[/color] Holden received some odd looks as he skipped into the staff lounge and without making eye contact with anyone, he plopped himself down on one of the cushier and more worn red couches in front of the lovely flat-screen TV. As he searched in between the cushions and folds of the couch, he sang the last line a little louder. "And this little piggy cried 'get the fuck out of my way' all the way home."[/color] Some people who were standing near the TV gave Holden dirty looks as they walked away, but he just sneered at them and paid them no mind. "Fucking jackpot!"[/color] he cried as he found the remote on one of the cushions underneath his ass, next to some wrapper he didn't look at, but could tell was most certainly for a condom. Just lovely.

» Trying not to think of what kind of dirty sexual endeavors had been attempted (and successfully done) on the very couch he was sitting on, Holden turned on the TV and turned up the volume just high enough to disturb most everyone else in the room. Some people gave him looks, but most rolled their eyes and some even laughed quietly. Typical Holden, he imagined they thought. He was probably right. Holden flipped through some channels before landing on Boomerang and he smirked when he realized Bugs Bunny was on. "Oh, oh! This is my favorite,"[/color] he exclaimed, not unlike a small child. He leaned back on the couch with his hands behind his head. Now this was Holden in a good mood. Bothersome, but not terribly abrasive. Some people found him amusing in that annoying bugger sort of way. Holden didn't really care either way. He was here to entertain himself.

» Holden laughed out loud at just about everything, even if it wasn't that funny. "Ha! Didja see that? What he just did there?"[/color] Holden exclaimed, laughing and pointing at the screen as he turned around to face the other staff members in the lounge. He shook his head and clapped his hand on his knee as he turned back to the TV. "Fucking hilarious, man. This shit is absolutely classic."[/color] Some people humored him by laughing along, but at this point, people were just ignoring him. However, some people--mostly guys--had moseyed over and joined Holden on the couch to watch the cartoons. Holden smiled to himself; oh, how funny was it that no matter what, television could always bring people together? Holden's fondest memories of his parents (if he could call those memories fond--or if he could call his parents really parents) were of when they'd plop him down in front of the television and just let him sit there for hours, enraptured by all the bright, flashing images on the large screen in front of him. Holden was practically raised on television and media. It was really no wonder he'd turned out the way he did.

» To be honest, Holden was just doing this to get out some frustration. He'd had a pretty trying day and he felt as if everyone he came into contact with on this goddamn ship was a total diva. He was done with divas and wannabes for the moment. He wasn't even in the mood to pull a small, silly prank like writing offensive messages on the toilet paper rolls. No, what he really wanted to do was settle down and watch some funny cartoons. Yeah, that sounded like fun. The only thing that would make this better was a beer and some food. "Hey,"[/color] Holden called sweetly, looking over his shoulder. Lucky him, there were a couple of girls in the room. He grinned like a hungry shark before continuing. "Would one of you lovely ladies care to make me a sandwich?"[/color] Some of the guys around him let out low whistles or laughed and Holden's grin only widened. He shrugged as if to say he couldn't help it. Sometimes, he really couldn't.[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

» tagged;; open ! » outfit;; here.
» lyrics;; beautiful day -- mellowdrone.
» music;; jumpin' jumpin' (remix) -- destiny's child.
» words;; 700. » notes;; would prefer if a girl replied x]
» credit;; template is all mine, bby!

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[ANIYAH EMERALD GARCIA]

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A quiet sigh escaped the pink glossed lips, as it smiled politely towards her client. She was beyond exhausted. This was the fifth client she had to meet since six this morning. And she had little to no sleep. Well... she had fifteen minutes of sleep if that counted. She had been up all night looking over reports, fixing some costume and set designs, and then correcting some proposals. She understood that everybody's tired, but they have no idea how tiring a General Manager's job is. But she's used to it. She had been working in this ship since last year, and she had tried many different positions. She's started with stage cleaning, and then helping out with costumes and sets, learned how to do tech and lighting stuff, knew how to work with the talent clients, and now she's a General Manager here. Of all the different jobs she's tried the past year, helping out with the talent portion was her favourite. But being General Manger is even more fun than talents. "That sounds great. I'll send you our proposal first thing in the morning tomorrow." She told him, shaking his hands, smiling at him as she watched him leave. She sighed once more and blew her bangs out of the way, grabbing the list of things he needed and wanted, and ticked it into her folder. Laying the folder against her left harm, she pushed open the door to the hallway. She waved at the new on board passengers, greeted the staff, and directed the passengers to their rooms along the way. She made her way towards the deck below the main level. Maybe the staff lounge would be quiet and she'd be able to get a head start on her proposal.

She watched as a pair of couple held the hand of their daughter, laughing. Her heart ached, having a longing to be in the little girl's place. But no. That will never happen. She will never be able to see her parents again. Don't want to. The last time she saw them was when she was fifteen, and they had beaten her into a puddle. She was in the front lawn in nothing but a tank top and boy shorts in the middle of winter. She was just lying there. She couldn't move. Not because she had a frostbite, but because she was in so much pain that she couldn't possible move. She couldn't even breath. She was sure she was going to die. No one had come out of their mansion to check on her. No one even took a peek. They were used to this. It happed every day, but it was never this bad. But the beatings were worst that day because she told them she was pregnant. But after the beating, the child was obviously lost. Though, someone did put her in a garage with a blanket on top, if that counted as doing something. So when she was sure she was okay to walk, she packed some clothes into her gym bag, and stole her parents' bank card. She withdrew thousands of dollars, and took the Greyhound to the airport and flew to the first place on her mind. Australia. But then the jobs and the life there wasn't fun. At all. So she traveled around New York a bit before she headed for Florida. And then she found a job here, in this ship. She swore to herself she'd never forgive them. She'd never even try to touch a thing that would relate to them. She hated them with a passion. They had killed her child, they almost killed her. There was no way those stuck up rich sons of cows would ever be forgiven.

She ducked quietly into the staff lounge, unnoticed, as usual. She sat down on a chair, and started to write a rough draft on the proposal, but she was often distracted by other people. The second Holden walked in, she could recognize his voice, and immediately blocked him out so she could concentrate. After about fifteen minutes into her second half of the draft, she let out a sigh of frustration, pushing the piece of paper further away from her, leaning back on the chair. She looked up at the ceiling, and shut her eyes for a second before opening them once again. She sighed, thinking about how much she missed her parents. They broke her heart. They kicked her out. They left her. They didn't even try to call her after she left. Not for Christmas, and definitely not for her birthday. Did she even exist to them anymore? Are they even alive? Did they replace her with another girl to be their perfect daughter? Or were they travelling the world? Or were they so glad that she ran away? Did they miss her at all? Or was she just a mere memory? A distant memory that was so far back of their minds that they'd never even remember her. Maybe in a flashback, but maybe not. She swore she was going to cry, tears were even threatening at the tip of her eyelashes, but she wiped it away before anyone could see. What would have happened if she stayed outside the house instead of running away? Would they have eventually forgiven her and take her back into their warmth? Knowing her parents, they wouldn't. Their lives were too perfect for her.

Aniyah Emerald Garcia was nothing but a failure. She was a test child gone wrong. Easily replaceable. She shook the memories away. Why was she thinking about this today? She's never done this for the past seven years, so why was she thinking about it now? Why now? Why the sudden longing to see her parents? She didn't even know where they lived anymore for Pete's sake. And she didn't want to see them. Not before, not now, not ever. They don't deserve to see her. They don't deserve to know whether or not she was having an amazing life right now. Even if she was suffering, they can go suck it and die. Okay, no, she didn't want them to die. But even if they do see her in the streets, suffering from starvation, she would never take a penny from them. She'd stand up, look them in the eye, and made sure they were hurting inside. Made sure they regret their decision because all of this was their fault. It was their fault that she was begging for money. But she wasn't broke, and she didn't need to beg for money, but it'd be nice once in a while to be able to make her parents feel like shit. It'd be nice to let them know that she can prove herself to them. That she can make it out in the world. That she can survive without their help in money. Well..... okay except for the money that she stole from them- which she spent on food and motels. She shook her head again. She could care less if they were having the time of their lives. She could care less if they're lying on a hospital bed, wanting to see her one last time. They can die with regret. "Would one of you lovely ladies care to make me a sandwich?" She heard Holden say, bringing her out of her angry memories. "They're not your slave. Get your own sandwich."

NOTES: it sucks.... and i couldn't think of a better come back =/
OUTFIT: clickclickclick
WORDS: one one eight oh.
MUSE: meh
CREDIT: NOTHING_PERSONAL@CAUTION 2.0

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[HOLDEN RUSH BARNETT]

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SO TEMPTING. I DON'T KNOW HOW IT GOT SO BAD. SOMETIMES IT'S SO CRAZY, BUT NOTHING CAN
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» To be honest, Holden hadn't been expecting a reply. He'd been expecting some of the girls in the room to glare at him, or even to stick out their tongues. He'd been expecting half-hearted curses, maybe one or two, "Oh, shut the fuck up, Holden"s, but what he got was both different and completely unexpected. "They're not your slaves. Get your own sandwich." Arching an eyebrow, Holden searched the room for where the obviously feminine voice came from. It wasn't very hard to spot her, as just about everyone else in the room was looking at her. A smile crawled across Holden's lips, very slow and steadily, making him look a bit like a predator.

» It was none other than Aniyah Garcia. Holden had had little interaction with the girl outside of staff orientation business, but he was sure she'd been affected by one of his recent pranks. He'd set off the sprinkler system in one of the girls' bathrooms on the main floor and tampered with it so badly that they couldn't get it to turn off for a good half an hour. That had been fun,

[/i] Holden thought as he remembered the event. Nobody had blamed him for it yet because it was almost impossible to pin him with the crime, but everybody knew it sounded like a typical Holden prank. At least, one of the ones he came up with when he was bored. The more elaborate signature Holden pranks came when he was inspired and had more time on his hands than people thought he did. In fact, he usually had more time on his hands than even he thought he did. But to be fair, Holden often shirked off of work. As the tech manager, he felt he could get away with that. He just told his minions what to do and went on lunch breaks every so often and left work early almost everyday. But when it came to performance time, he was the one behind the magic and everyone else just stood back and waited for him to boss them around. It was a bit of a power trip, really.

» Pranks were also a bit of a power trip for Holden. He usually didn't get bullied or bothered because people knew if they rubbed him the wrong way, that he would get them back. It was nice to have that kind of hold on people. That was probably why he was so surprised that Aniyah would speak up against him. He chuckled and shook his head before addressing her. "Oh Annie, I never said anyone was my slave. However, if there are any volunteers in the crowd, I won't refuse your good service!"[/color] Holden looked around the staff lounge, but no one replied. He shrugged and looked back at Aniyah. "See, the thing is, I would make a sandwich for myself--honest! I really would!--but unfortunately, unlike the females in this room, I have no experience with working in the kitchen."[/color] This also got a couple of laughs from the guys surrounding Holden (and even some of the girls), but it was a lie. While he was definitely not talented enough to work as a cook on the ship, Holden could certainly navigate his way through a kitchen. And of course, he'd made far more complicated meals than a simple sandwich. But nobody in the room needed to know that.

» Holden raised an eyebrow at Aniyah, as if to challenge her. "Why don't you whip me up something, Annie? Since you're so quick to open your mouth to protect everyone else."[/color] She sounded angrier than Holden had thought any of the females in the room would get, but Holden wasn't afraid. What was the worst that she could do? He heard someone laugh at something that had just happened on the Looney Tunes show, but Holden couldn't take his eyes off Aniyah just then. He wanted to see her reaction. [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

» tagged;; aniyah emerald garcia ! » outfit;; here.
» lyrics;; pieces -- sum 41.
» music;; grapevine fires -- death cab for cutie.
» words;; 658. » notes;; haha, it was fine! sorry he's such an ass. x]
» credit;; template is all mine, bby!

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