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[Josiah Raleigh Hills]

despite this it seems that the powers be, have decided who i am and who i'll be.
WHO I AM, WHO I'LL BE ,

HAS BEEN DECIDED FOR ME .
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What was it like, he wondered, to be perfect? This thought often wracked his brain while he was out and about. Now, if it was just him and his bass then he'd be busy banging on the strings to worry about such things but right now he wasn't there. No, he was out and about trying his hardest to enjoy himself without Josie. Man, if they were seen in public together the press went nuts and interrupted his mood. Now, if he wasn't seen with her somehow the press wasn't so bad. He thought it a good thing, let them bug her and not him, see if he cared. He liked it better when he was by himself doing his thing and not constantly bombarded with questions and constantly blinded by the flashing lights of the cameras. It wasn't the thought of those pictures being posted about, he wanted that to happen. He wanted himself to be so big that his family heard how well he was doing. No, it was the fact that he wasn't by himself or doing what he wanted. Sure he wanted to be big and famous but what he didn't want was all the crap that came along with that. The constant drama, the constant scandals, he hated that part of it all.

Josiah stood, staring at the ticket booth looking at the movies that were playing. There was nobody behind him, nobody in front of him; just him. He was wearing his normal pair of fitted black jeans with holes in the knees with white frayed ends, some graphic T that was to his liking that morning, a pair of black and white skater shoes that he had found that he hadn't seen in a few months and his favorite sweatshirt hoodie under his most prized black leather jacket. Heck, it was cold outside and he froze over very easily. Silly, seeing as how he was drinking a slushie in the middle of the cold weather while standing outside looking at movies. But he'd get himself some nachos once he got inside for sure, that way he didn't stay so cold or start to freeze over like the polar ice caps. Junk food had to have been one of his only comforts in life besides his bass and Owen. Man, him and that kid could relieve so much stress from each other it wasn't even funny.

His brows furrowed slightly as a funny, yet not, thought came to his mind and played tricks on this thoughts. What if Owen and Josie went out? Not him and Josie? Man, he'd love that to much. If Owen and Josie went out for the press instead of 'the Two Josies' as Owen liked to put them. That might have been the only annoying thing about Owen, his constant obsession with nicknames or naming things. The kid named everything, from people he didn't know to blankets on his bed to the kayak in the river under the bridge; Owen gave everything a name. Other then that Owen never got on his nerves. Rather, he and Owen could never be separated for to long due to the fact that Josiah and Owen both didn't like being away from each other for to long. That's what he wouldn't mind right now, a nagging and hilarious Owen at his side. Gosh, that kid might have been the only one that made him feel like he had a home of some sort.

"Sir," the lady in the ticket booth started. "are you going to buy a ticket or are you going to stand there and freeze to death?"

Josiah glared at her. Who the crap did she think she was? he was a customer and she was being rude. "With an attitude like that, maybe I should just make my way to the theater down the street." he told her and then sighed, she didn't seem to respond in any way positive; she actually just seemed to get a little bit angrier at him. "I'll debate inside." He told her finally, watching her annoyed face he was satisfied with the negative work he had done and made his way into the building, smiling all the while. He wasn't sure that what he had done was the best choice, but like he cared what the old lady in the ticket booth, of whom was nameless to him due to he lack of his eyes diverting from her ugly and distracting face to her name tag, thought of him.

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[Lucy Ophelia Morrison]

[ t o o k a w a l k t o a c a u t i o n s c e n e ]
GUESS I CROSSED THE LINE SOMEHOW

Lucy tossed her cigarette into the nearest ash tray. Convenient little invention, whoever had made the public trash bins come with little ash trays on the top. Genius, in Lucy's opinion. Today was her day off and she was glad to finally be alone. Her boss would not stop hounding her about how her photos and prints were due in two days and Lucy had been this close to slapping him upside the head. She was glad that she hadn't, though. She knew how her boss stressed about positively everything and still had not gotten used to dealing with that aspect of his personality. Still, this little thought of "getting used to the neurotic boss" did not make Lucy feel like setting his hair on fire even less. Lucy was a bit of a worry wart herself, and having stress on the job besides her social stress did not help with her insomnia.

But, on to the moment. Lucy approached the ticket booth, forcing a smile onto her face as a blank faced old woman stared glumly back at her, her brow slightly furrowed. "Erm, one for Imaginarium, please," She spoke, digging a hand into her purse to find some cash. "Sure," The vendor grumbled, her fingers click-clacking on the computer while she processed the transaction. Wonder what the hag is so glum about, Lucy thought, having finally fished out a crumbled ten dollar bill and shoved it through the hole in the plexiglass that barred employee from customer. Giving Lucy her change and the ticket, the old woman spoke once more, "Enjoy the show." It was an automatic response, one that every customer heard. But this woman seemed determined to speak with as much hate and cruelty in her tone as she could manage. Damn, Lucy simply shook her head, narrowing her eyes noticeably at the employee before snatching the items from the old woman's hands and making her way into the building. Maybe she didn't care for Lucy's appearance. Lucy knew well how people with thick, black make-up, ripped jeans, and the like were treated around so-called normal people, also known as Mary Sues & Gary Stus.

Her scuffed, black Doc Martens squeaked on the pavement as she walked. Funny, had it rained recently? Maybe Lucy's job and boss had gotten to her more than she had thought formerly. Pushing the door of the establishment open, Lucy shoved her hands into the pockets of her grey leather jacket. Lord, did these people believe in heaters? It might have even possibly been colder in here than on the outside. Zipping her jacket up to hide her white wifebeater and cover her freezing torso, she made her way towards... taking a look at the ticket, it said Theater 7. As she walked in the general direction of Theater 7, Lucy walked past the few arcade games that were on the sides of the lobby, fondly remembering how she used to play them as a kid. Ah, nostalgia.

She stopped to stare at one in particular: Mrs. Pac Man. Luc couldn't help but smile, remembering the days when she used to kick ass at it. She had held the high score for months, until that one incident happened and she had been sent into a foster home. Sighing, Lucy turned to survey the lobby. She counted 5 people, including herself. So there was Lucy, a mother and toddler, an employee sweeping the floor, and... was that Josiah? Or Josie, Ray, whatever he liked to be called?

Lucy had only known Josiah from professional experience. Being the exclusive photographer for Kill the Lights, she had spent some time with him and his fellow band members. I mean, when they were posing it's not like Lucy could ask them what their favorite color was, or whatever people say in coversations. I'd better say hi, Lucy thought, If he sees me and I ignore him, he might think I'm the biggest twat on earth. So, Lucy turned and approached him slowly, not sure if he was even paying attention. Well, he surely wasn't looking this way. "Erm, hi," She spoke, smiling softly.

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[ i ' m s o r r y f o r t h e f o l l y w a s a l l m i n e ]

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[Josiah Raleigh Hills]

despite this it seems that the powers be, have decided who i am and who i'll be.
WHO I AM, WHO I'LL BE ,

HAS BEEN DECIDED FOR ME .
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Josiah narrowed his eyes in thought. That repulsively ugly and exceedingly, to Josiah's eyes, retarded old hag had gotten to his brain. He had yet to order his ticket, had yet to debate on which movie to see and he had yet to realize that what was hurting his back was the excessive amount of shivering he was doing. He must have looked like some sort of twig or neglected puppy; he was shivering violently under that black leather jacket of his, holding an empty slushie cup in his right hand and narrowing his eyes in thought. Suddenly, to add onto what he was doing, he started to bob up and down / side to side. What was he doing now? Not dancing, well, not normally dancing. No, he was doing the 'Pee Pee Dance'. He had to pee. Badly. Why so suddenly? And why the heck didn't his legs move? Were they frozen or something? he narrowed blinked, his eyes returning to their normal state instead of being narrowed so seriously to the ground. He sighed and then looked at the ceiling.... Was that a monster on the ceiling? Yet again he took on the thinking state that most in the band had dubbed his own and stared very blatantly at the ceiling as if wondering it's reason for being in his life. Obviously it was so that it wasn't so cold in here as it was out there and to get him mind off of shivering. And dang it, he remembered just then that he was cold, shivering, and doing the 'Pee Pee Dance'; so he started this act yet again.

"Stupid old lady..." he thought out loud as he looked from the ceiling over to the bathroom. He should use that, it'd be a good idea if not a brilliant one at this point. He had just finished a whole X-Large slushie and he was actually still wanting more. Before that, in that day total, he had had himself a half bottle of water, another whole bottle of water, three cans of Pepsi, two Cokes, four Doctor Pepper's and an Orange Fanta; and it had just dawned on him.... `Gosh dang it I've gotta pee...' With that thought finished, he made his way around the snack counter and into the men's bathroom.
He arrived out side of the bathroom still shivering but he didn't have an aching bladder to worry about anymore. Speaking of bladder, with all that he had drank that morning / early day, how on earth did he manage to keep it all inside? Did he have a bladder of steal? He must have... If he didn't, how else was he to have made it so long into the day without---

"Slushie?" he asked out loud as he was scanning the menu of the snack counter. The woman behind the counter said something but he had ignored it. He was way to busy looking at the menu with longing eyes. He had scanned over the nachos, which happened to be very good there, and he had scanned over they're popcorn but then he saw something he had truly wanted. "Biggest blue icy you can make... even if it's a soda cup..." He told the woman and she looked at him funny, nodded, and then started to make his slushie.

He hadn't been looking at her, he hadn't even seen her. Though, he had heard her. He looked over at her with his right brow raised slightly and his left one furrowed making his left eye seem about half way open. He was trying to place her. Yes, he had seen her before, but where at? "Are you... a fan?" He asked in reply and after a slight moment of silence he realized she had greeted him... and he replied her "Erm, hi." with a very strange greeting of his own. He laughed at himself, inwardly, and then straightened his face so he didn't look like he was passing judgement upon her any longer. "Sorry...." he started. "Yo." he greeted her with a wave of his hand.

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[Lucy Ophelia Morrison]

[ t o o k a w a l k t o a c a u t i o n s c e n e ]
GUESS I CROSSED THE LINE SOMEHOW

Okay… Had she just been ignored? Lucy stuffed her porcelain hands into the pockets of her old, faded Levis. Her smile fell; stupid celebrity, you try to be nice and they just walk off. She leaned onto the freshly polished and waxed counter of the refreshment stand, examining a rather delicious looking bag of chocolate-covered pretzels. But it was definitely too early to eat a bag of junk food. She mainly did this to try and ignore her embarrassment of being called a fan. Actually, was it embarrassment or rather irritation? Luce wasn’t sure. As she continued to examine the contents of the candy counter, Lucy noticed that he had turned back to her, and rather embarrassedly. “Sorry…” he had said. Taking a breath, Lucy’s face turned back to him, her soft smile returning, “It’s alright… But you don’t remember me, do you?” You should, Lucy thought sarcastically, You and the band were at my studio last week for a photo shoot. But then again, what celebrity really remembered ‘the little people?’ More so than that, what celebrity actually cared to and made a point to remember their ‘servants,’ the crew members and press who would work their asses off just to make sure that their clients projected a good image and made sure that they weren’t attacked by fans, didn’t have a bad, defamatory story run in the magazines, et cetera, et cetera. Never a thank you or acknowledgement, as per usual.

It was no use waiting for him to try to remember who she was, so Lucy just came right out with it. “I’m Lucy, the band photographer. Just got hired about a month ago.” Maybe even this reminder wouldn’t ring a bell in his head. She couldn’t help but bite her lip, still able to taste some tobacco from her recently abandoned cigarette. It was a nervous habit, biting her lip, when she felt awkward in certain situations. But thankfully, there was just enough of her drug of choice to taste so that it soothed her, but only just slightly. Lucy turned from him to the person behind the counter, taking their time to make what looked like a blue slushie for him. Hopefully they would finish soon to cut through the mood that made Luce feel ill at ease.

AND IF I LOST SOME OF YOUR HOPE
[ i ' m s o r r y f o r t h e f o l l y w a s a l l m i n e ]

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[Josiah Raleigh Hills]

despite this it seems that the powers be, have decided who i am and who i'll be.
WHO I AM, WHO I'LL BE ,

HAS BEEN DECIDED FOR ME .
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'Geez....' he thought in response to her getting so easily upset at him for being... well, himself and rather slow. 'Somebody's got their panties in a knot...' He finished the thought with a heavy sigh. He didn't mean to act like such a jerk, it just kind of ended up that way. He never watched his tongue, he never thought about what he was going to say and he most definitely didn't think about what he looked like or acted like in front of people. He watched her continue to speak and yet again, his brain failed him. It happened to do that a lot. Not that he had control over the action, it just sort of happened to come out that way. He always tried to make it work more then it wanted to but truthfully it never worked out. He'd get it to start to function correctly and suddenly all train's of thought happened to run off the tracks and burst into flames; which always allowed his attempt to have a train of thought unharmed become a futile effort.

"Lucy.... Photographer?" he mumbled and then questioned a bit louder to try and get, yet again, that futile effort to kick start. But it didn't work, his memory banks were unaccessable and he seemed to be having a problem picturing her. He did however remember them going to the photo shoot about a week ago for their new ablum which they happened to still be working on... Stupid Ryan and Josie wanting it to be perfect, he wouldn't mind it being half way perfect rather then being rushed.
He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and then as his slushie was handed to him he glared at the person. He had just finished his movement of shoving his hands in his pockets and the man was giving him his slushie? And on top of that, wasn't it a female he ordered the drink from? He raised a brow at the man, had his left hand exit his jacket, and then took the slushie from him and started to drink it without a straw; putting his lips against where the straw was supposed to go and sucking the blue liquid out and swallowing. Strange, but he didn't feel like waiting for the straw.

Weird, strange, slow, stupid... any of those titles was something he called himself on a daily bases so if one was to dub him as such, they'd be correct and he'd ask them why the told him something he already knew. Rather then dwelling on such a subject, he looked at Lucy and then it all clicked. "I remember seeing you there now." He told her and then sighed. "Uh... so," he paused due to the fact that he suddenly felt very awkward around her and talking to her because he just realized she was more then likely angry with him and his forgetfulness. "How'd the pictures turn out?" His tone while asking was one of confusion mixed with a tone that might belong to a child that just got yelled at.

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[Lucy Ophelia Morrison]

[ t o o k a w a l k t o a c a u t i o n s c e n e ]
GUESS I CROSSED THE LINE SOMEHOW

Lucy’s body slightly relaxed from its former tension as something clicked in his brain. Ah, not as dumb of a rock star as I thought, she pondered. Luce knew that she was being harsh, but that was simply her nature. Nonetheless, it was definitely a character trait that she definitely needed to work on. “Sorry, there. I just got a little… miffed, you could say.” That was one thing that Lucy had improved on, though: forgiveness. Well, at least for certain people. Lovely, now he seemed to feel almost as awkward as she did. Lucy tended to have that effect on people; it never failed to amaze her how she could cause situations to go from bad to worse all within a matter of seconds. Yet another thing that she needed to work on.

Clearing her throat, Lucy forced her soft smile to return to lighten up the atmosphere. That is, if her friendliness did not happen to creep him out, or something. “Oh, the photos?” She bit her lip in embarrassment. Nice way to look professional, but here it goes… “I haven’t got to them quite yet. Life has been… busy lately. Besides, the boss… or rather, your manager, has been getting on my ass about them lately. But, I mean, when we were shooting the photos, they looked great on the computer screen.” Right, that was another thing that she needed to work on: procrastination. Well, fuck it. Today was her day off, her day to relax and to enjoy the sun… or rather, the lack of sun. She could do whatever the hell she wanted to, drink, smoke, dance the night away; but Lucy simply chose the tamer route of going to the movies alone. Not that she didn’t drink, smoke, and dance the night away a lot anyways, even during the work week. “So…” She began once more, “Is it your day off too?” Not that you could necessarily call playing your music for screaming fans a grueling job, She thought. There she went again, being a sadistic bitch. Another thing to add to the improvement list.

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[ i ' m s o r r y f o r t h e f o l l y w a s a l l m i n e ]
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[Josiah Raleigh Hills]

despite this it seems that the powers be, have decided who i am and who i'll be.
WHO I AM, WHO I'LL BE ,

HAS BEEN DECIDED FOR ME .
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"Miffed?" he started to ponder about the word as the seconds pasted by. To him, Lord only knew what that word meant. He wasn't the smartest thing in the world and he most certainly was not the smartest man in the world; or smarter then a fifth grader. Whoever created that show was just aiming to tick him off by showing him how just how much he failed at life, weren't they? Really, it was very annoying. Setting that thought aside, he glanced over at her but the only thing that came to mind was.... 'miffed'. What did that even mean? 'Miffed... miffed.... miffed....' It was circling around in his head way to many times for his own comfort. Suddenly he didn't feel like it was his own head anymore, everything was starting to blur together and in an attempt to block the word from his head. In an attempt to get it out of his head he shut the whole thing down, suddenly he was thinking nothing. He lifted a brow quizzically at himself. Was he really thinking of nothing? Well, not anymore. But for a slight, or split, second he had thought of nothing. Would that really be thinking of nothing though, for nothing is nothing but in turn something if one is to think about it.... "Right?" he said aloud and then looked at her with wide eyes realizing she wasn't a mind reader or in his brain so she had no idea what he was 'righting' at. He had half way mumbled it, so hopefully she wouldn't pick up on his strangeness after all.

"Procrastinating is the new 'doing stuff'." He told her bluntly after his seemingly strange and muffled melt down. He tapped his foot on the ground a bit and then took a drink of his slushie. It was starting to melt and he couldn't have that. He looked at her with a smirk and then held it out towards the theater rooms. "Yeah, day off if you can call playing an instrument and loving every minute of it a job... It's more like, a 'fun'. Right?" he asked her leaning on his own self as he took another drink of it. Getting a bit to much. He didn't swallow it all, so he kind of looked like a chipmunk and squinted one eye shut due to the cold.

"You here by yourself?" he asked her in attempt to try and get a different topic started besides work. She didn't much seem to like that in his eyes.

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[Lucy Ophelia Morrison]

[ t o o k a w a l k t o a c a u t i o n s c e n e ]
GUESS I CROSSED THE LINE SOMEHOW

Lucy couldn’t help it; she wanted to laugh out loud as he questioned her word usage aloud. I take back what I thought about him not being so dumb, She mockingly thought. She didn’t mean any harm; his innocent naivety was simply amusing. Lucy could not help the fact that she happened to be a walking, talking dictionary and that others just… were not. She took a look at his slushie, which was melting by the minute. Brrrr, it was way to cold to drink those, at least for Lucy. Delicious, yes, but to have on a cold morning? She and cold weather had quite the love/hate relationship. She loved the cold, the snow and the rain, but just not when she had to withstand it. Luce would rather be stuck freezing in the Arctic, though, than baking in the Sahara desert in Africa. And there she went again, overanalyzing things. “Yeah,” Lucy laughed slightly, her lips curling into a soft smile, “I guess you could call it a ‘fun.’ At least for you and your bandmates.” After she had answered him, Luce noticed the expression on his face. “Brain freeze, I’m guessing?” She couldn’t help but laugh some more; this kid was too funny. Or maybe not kid, but man, considering he was probably older than she was.

When he had inquired about the current situation, Lucy was glad that he had changed the subject. Work was definitely not her favorite thing. Sure, she loved photography. But doing it on a daily basis, especially when someone told you how to do it, where to do it, what to do it on, why to do it, et cetera, it was a bore. “Oh, erm, yeah. I just bought a ticket to see…” She couldn’t believe it; she had forgotten what movie that she had bought a ticket for not five minutes ago. Nice one, Luce. “Hold on,” Her wide-eyed gaze fell towards the carpeted floor in embarrassment as her hand dug into the back pocket of her old jeans. Having finally retrieved the black and white piece of paper, she brought it to eye level. “Imaginarium. Yeah, that’s right.” She read aloud before stuffing the ticket back into her jean pocket. Recovering from her moment of embarrassment, she leaned against the freshly waxed candy counter and asked him the same. “So, are you here alone, too?” Her eyes scanned the almost empty lobby. He probably was, unless Josie or some other girl of his was lurking in the shadows. Or maybe he had brought Owen? She hoped to god that he hadn’t; Owen had a tendency to get on her nerves. Especially when she was trying to shoot the band and she was on a schedule. God, that guy was a child trapped in an adults body, for sure.

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[ i ' m s o r r y f o r t h e f o l l y w a s a l l m i n e ]
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