soul shakedown party [tallulah!]

[Phineas Andrew Lee]

Phineas Andrew Lee !


Just to feel your vibration,
at that soul shakedown party tonight.

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Containment had a show. Those were the only words that seemed to have been said to Phineas all day long. Whether it was from Leita, Peterson, or Sanders. Those were the first words he heard when he woke up that morning, he just hoped they weren’t going to be the last words he heard before passing out somewhere. (Who actually went to bed after a show?) As much as Phineas hated being reminded that his band had a show, he knew it was totally called for. Last time they had a show, nobody had bothered to remind him and he had been twenty-minutes late because he had forgotten. Well nobody said he was smart. But that had only happened one time! And the fact that he the towering blonde boy was sitting on a couch in the backstage area and people were still reminding him was enough to agitate him ever so slightly. After being told for the umpteenth time that Containment was going on next Phineas just glared and grumbled a bit, more to himself than the other person. “Yeah, yeah I know.” Finny’s attempts at displaying his agitation were few and miniscule. He was just too happy to be seen as anything but happy really.

Phineas continued to grumble lightly to himself as he pulled his lanky form up from the couch where he was currently sitting. If things could have gone his way that day, they wouldn’t have a show. And Phineas would have been free to hang out back stage and chat it up with some random folks. But alas, the day didn’t belong to Phineas so he was forced to suck it up and step onto the stage. After everything was said and done and Containment was done with their set, Phineas felt good. The show had gone wonderfully. Not that shows didn’t usually go wonderfully. It hadn’t happened where Containment was booed off stage, even when they were just starting out. But there was always a gnawing feeling in the back of Finny’s mind that something like that would happen one day. Then again, he could have just been paranoid.

Phineas had a post-show ritual that he always had to go through before he attended any kind of after-party or had any kind of celebration with his band. And that post-show ritual involved the area right outside the backstage door and a joint. Now exactly the healthiest ritual, but it was just something that had to be done in the world of Phineas if he wanted to continue…well being Phineas. The Containment drummer could definitely be referred to as a creature of habit, and well this was one of his most important ‘habits’. Well Phineas didn’t actually consider it a habit; he actually chose to refer to it as a ‘tradition’. Phineas had a warped view of tradition. As soon as he stepped off of the stage his band mates knew where he was going. They had given up on calling him out on his so called ‘tradition’ a long time ago. By now they just accepted it grudgingly. So practically the minute that Phineas had stepped off that stage, he was already on his way outside. He had to push past a few people to get to his destination. He didn’t really push past them; that just would have been rude. But he did have to duck and weave between some folks.

He could feel the package of cigarettes in his back pocket just begging to be taken out. It was practically calling his name. A package of cigarettes was probably one of the most overused places to hide ones pre-rolled joints. Like that was actually going to stop Phineas from hiding them there? Of course it wasn’t. Once again, the whole creature of habit thing was at the forefront of Finny’s personality. Besides, it seemed less suspicious when you pulled a cigarette looking object out of a cigarette box, rather than out of your pocket or out of a pill bottle. Phineas may have been a little slow, but he didn’t lack common sense. Okay he didn’t lack all of his common sense. It took seconds before Phineas was standing in the dimly lit alley behind the backstage area. In the back of Phineas’ mind he kind of wondered why there was always an alley where they had their shows. There always seemed to be a dimly lit alley that looked so creepy that Finny assumed it looked just as scary in the daytime as it did at night. But the small and irrational fear in the back of Phineas’ mind of getting shived by a crazy hobo named Steve wasn’t going to stop him. Pretty much nothing was.

Phineas took a few steps into the dimly lit area and took a look around. The area looked the exact same as it had been the last time Phineas had been there, which was only a few days ago. But big things can change in only a few days time, not that Phineas was actually expecting things to. Phineas flattened his back against the brick wall facing the door, but was careful to at least be a little ways down from the door. It would have been super creepy if someone had opened the door to see Phineas right in front of them staring, and Phineas didn’t enjoy creepy things. Well with the exception of dimly lit alleys. Those were nice. A hand flew to his back pocket and grabbed the teasing box of Natural American Spirit cigarettes. Finny pulled the yellow box out of his pocket and opened it only to be met with a horrible site. Everything was in place and accounted for, including all his joints and the light, but Phineas realized that he was running out of marijuana. He had yet to meet a reliable dealer on the island, so what exactly was he supposed to do when he ran out? The quick moment of panic passed when he realized that probably half those kids in the audience tonight were probably dealers. It shouldn’t be hard to find a semi-good one on the island.

With the quick moment of panic Phineas pulled out the plant that had been perfectly rolled in white paper. Phineas knew how to roll a joint; he’d give himself that much credit. Finny flipped the lighter and quickly lit the object, flinching a bit as he did so. Phineas had always had a fear of fire. It hadn’t really originated from anywhere in particular. It wasn’t like he had been caught in a big house fire when he was younger or anything; there was just something about the intense heat of the flame that scared Finny a bit. The same could probably be said about his love life. But that wasn’t the issue right now. Before Phineas brought the freshly lit object to his lips Phineas somehow maneuvered himself and dropped the light back into the box. How Finny managed to do that in the dim area surprised even him. He slipped the box into its rightful place in his back pocket and turned his attention towards the burning object in his hand. The joint was quickly lifted to his lips and the first and best puff had been taken. After he felt the smoke enter his lungs and take effect on his brain, Phineas forgot about everything. Suddenly, everything around him was good. Phineas became so lost in his drug-induced bliss that he didn’t even notice the door to the backstage area had opened.

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[/b][/color] tallulah!
outfit: clickeh!
lyric credit: soul shakedown party - bob marley.
word count: one thousand two hundred and eighty-nine!
notes: nom! first post![/ul][/size]

[tallulah daphne davis]

What was a girl to do on a day where her band had a show to play in the afternoon and she was up at the crack of dawn? Tallulah had to figure that one out because that's exactly what had happened to her. She was up around seven and the band didn't have a show until later on in the afternoon, right after a few of the other bands on the island played. So, being the type of girl that she was, she went and woke up the rest of her band mates and begged them to entertain her until they played their show. It was obvious though, that none of the guys were actually going to get up and out of bed at that hour, but there was no use in trying, right? Well, the result was a bad one, because no one woke up to entertain her and that made Lulu a bit of a sad girl. Therefore, she trudged all the way back to her room and decided that she was going to take three hours to get herself ready to play in the show, then walk around the island for a little bit.


status - not done. bentley just started crying, gotta get him before i can finish this. sorry. =(