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Post by william on Jun 26, 2009 5:27:05 GMT -5
bought a new life for a dollar fifty five. and some ice cream too. Will was pleasantly surprised that Phineas was on the same train of thoughts that he was on. Though, with the addition of a very vivid imagination. It wasn’t like he didn’t have one, it just came and went in very sporadic times. If you wanted a crazy idea, there was a fifty fifty chance that you would get one from Will. He giggled a little at the name of the alien food, it was funny and he wondered how Finny came up with it. Sure, anyone could make up nonsense words, but that kind of sounded like a really, most likely fake, alien word. Which took skill. He nodded at the inclusion of oreos. Of course they would be there and not the gross weird fillings kinds, but the regular, original oreos. Yummy. He shrugged a little at the next part. It was because he was nice that he wouldn’t blame Finny. After all, the blame game and the name game rhyme for a reason. What that reason was, he wasn’t quite sure. He had never gotten around to asking his mother just what she had meant every time she said it.
“You’d look cool in a Buzz Lightyear costume,” he said through chuckles. It was pretty funny imagining the tall, thin blond in front of him as some buff and squat galactic defender. He wondered if they made Buzz costumes for older people; maybe he could coerce Finny into one. He made a mental note to see if they made large sized Buzz costumes and then to buy something to coerce Finny into it. Fun stuff. He laughed as Finny remarked he got mistaken for a girl. He shook his head at his question. “No, I don’t think it’s that weird,” he said, scrunching his face up in thought for a moment. Sure he himself hadn’t been mistake for a girl, but that was because he was just too manly to ever be mistaken for anything other than a man. “I mean, I’m pretty sure most people have been mistaken for a girl,” he told him. “Like, how all babies kind of look the same, and then everyone’s like ‘oh, what a beautiful little girl!’ and then your mom or whoever goes ‘um, I have a son, not a daughter’ and then it’s like ‘well, I couldn’t tell’ so, yeah,” he added on, as explanation.
“Right, right. Because spit flavored ice cream is kind…well no, it’s bad. Probably really nasty too,” he said, making a face at the thought. Ew. Will still remembered quite clearly the movie he saw that was about food service and how these workers were always messing with the food and they had really bad work ethics and it was just horrible. After he saw he movie, Will hadn’t gone out to eat for a month and when he had, he was so nice and he barely made them do anything and when he had left, he had probably left around a fifty percent gratuity. He tilted his head to the side at the mention of Jedi mind powers. What was he talking about? He hadn’t really been paying attention so he had lost train of the conversation, even though whatever Finny had said was probably a direct response to something he had said. Oh well. This wouldn’t be the first time this had happened and it most assuredly wouldn’t be the last.
“Yeah, yeah of course. They’re creepy. And yet, it would be kind of cool if you could do that in real life,” he said, a slightly thoughtful look crossing his face. If he had mind powers, he would use them, like, all the time. Not for evil or anything, just for fun. But, he would be careful whose mind he would mess around with; he didn’t want to go digging around the brain of some important political figured and then end up having them do something dumb. He’d feel bad then. He shrugged at Phineas’ question; he didn’t know what to do. “Well, we could…well, there’s a lot of different places we could go,” he said, trying to think. “If I knew what time it was, I could suggest something better,” he muttered, more to himself. He didn’t have a watch on him; he didn’t even know if he owned one at the moment. He probably lost it somewhere. “Oh! I know, why don’t we go outside?” he suggested. “Like to the…beach perhaps? I bet there’s a lot of people there,” he added. It was strange, for the time that he had been on the island, Will hadn’t really visited the beach, but he didn’t know why. Maybe because he wasn’t that much of a beach guy. He should be, it looked like a lot of fun.
“Or, you know, if you don’t want to do that, I’m pretty sure there’s a lot more places we could go,” he said, shrugging his shoulders a little. “We could even stay in the mall if you want. I could use more shopping,” he said, looking through one of his bags. He had passed by a rather cool looking place that sold leather pants. He wouldn’t buy a pair, oh no, but he would just enjoy looking at them. He might even take a picture and send it to Shelby; he was pretty sure she would get a kick out if it. Maybe even buy them herself. That’s be pretty awesome.
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Post by Phineas Andrew Lee on Jun 26, 2009 23:21:05 GMT -5
Phineas Andrew Lee ! So intense that I can't explain, All alone in my white boy pain. [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -“I would have so much fun with those if I actually had mind powers.” The mere thought was enough to bring a wide grin to Finny’s features. “I’d be like WAZOW!” Phineas lifted his hands again in his odd gesture. A few people turned around to stare because once again he had been a bit loud. They were used to the loud by that point, they were more curious about the word. Wazow? Seriously? Phineas was so awkward. The best part was that he didn’t care in the least. Finny's hands dropped a moment later and quickly moved up to his face. His face twisting into one of complete mock displeasure. “And then Peterson and Sanders would be like ‘Aw man, we’re like totally under mind control’ and I would make them like…” Phineas paused for a minute, thinking; his arms dropping from his face as he did. What would he do if he could control minds? There were so many things that Phineas couldn’t really decide on what he would do first. “I don’t know. Supply me with endless pop-tarts and fruit roll-ups or something.” Phineas wouldn’t be able to actually bring himself to do anything mean to his band mates if he did have mind powers. He was awkward and silly, but he wasn’t mean.
“Oh! I love the outside idea!” Phineas practically squealed with joy when Will mentioned the beach. To Phineas, the beach was the best part of living on an island. To Phineas, the beach was the best part of living anywhere. Well unless you lived in a landlocked state or country…. Like Nevada. Phineas used to drive for hours at a time so he could enjoy a day at the beach. Finny’s parents didn’t share his enthusiasm. They went through a brief phase where they were ocean lovers, which had resulted in the family boat. But that phase had ended as quickly as it had begun. But Phineas never stopped loving the boat. That was the whole reason that the family really kept the boat. It kept Phineas quiet and out of their hair. So the minute Phineas was old enough to get his boating license the boat became his. And Phineas had taken phenomenal care of it. But since moving to the island Phineas hadn’t been able to take care of his boat. He would have to send a letter to Edward or something asking him to look after it. Phineas may have hated Edward, but Edward still cared for his brother and would take care of what was important to him.
“The beach sounds amazing. I love the ocean.” The ocean was the one thing that could calm Phineas down no matter what. When Stephanie had left him, the ocean was the one thing that made him smile during those six months afterwards. When he was feeling inferior or angry, the ocean made him feel good. He was a boy from a land-locked state, but he had the heart of a pirate. That could not be denied by anyone. “Did you know that I have a boat? No of course not. How would you know that?” Phineas pause for a minute and laughed at the stupidity of his question. Phineas was just used to people knowing things about him or assuming things about him because he was pretty much a completely transparent person when it came to personality. Feelings however were a different story. “If we ever get off this island I have to show it to you. You’ll love it. Well unless you don’t like boats of course.” Yeah, if Will didn’t like boats or got sea-sick easily then taking him on a boat would definitely pose as a problem, and wouldn’t be all that bright of an idea.
“Well how about we do both?” Phineas was always willing to make time for people and what they wanted to do. It was just something he had been used to doing, and normally people were willing to do the same for him. But if there weren’t, it didn’t bother Phineas at all. Sometimes you just had to do what made you happy. Phineas had done it on more than one occasion, and hypocrites were no fun. No fun at all. “If you need to shop that’s totally cool. We can try on silly outfits.” Phineas had always enjoyed playing dress-up. Well, with the exception of when he was little. Because dress-up when you were a little boy was considered taboo, and with lawyer parents taboo wasn’t really that great of a quality. So when Phineas was younger he used to just say that he was making sure all his clothes still fit. And while it was odd in the eyes of Finny’s parents, it was enough for them to accept. ““I mean, it’s only like ten thirty. I mean I doubt the beach is going anywhere. But wouldn’t it be cool if it was?” Phineas thought everything would be cool all the time. Always entertained. He didn’t really deserve the title of easily entertained, because it didn’t take another person to entertain him. He was just a barrel of fun that Phineas Lee. [/center] [/b][/color] will! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: rockin' the suburbs - ben folds. word count: eight-hundred and ninety-two! notes: horray for long posts! which this one is not. =D rambleramblerambleramble.[/ul][/size]
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Post by william on Jun 28, 2009 14:59:53 GMT -5
bought a new life for a dollar fifty five. and some ice cream too. Will was in silent hysterics as Phineas went on about what he would do if he did have Jedi mind powers. It was actually really funny. He liked the fact that Finny seemed to only want his bandmates to do silly things, like supply him with delicious treats, rather than have them do anything horrible. Like…running out into a crowd of fans and doing bad things. Though, he kind of figured that Finny might have them tag along with him the entire day and do a bunch of Finny like things. Things that they wouldn’t’ do normally. Will knew that if he had the chance, he would make his bandmates go to all the places he liked to shop at or places that had things he thought were cool, like the aquarium (they didn’t like the aquarium oddly) and have a nice band member fun day with him. He didn’t know if it was just him, but he liked it when they, meaning his bandmates and him, spent quality time together. Sort of like when your parents say they want ‘family fun time’, it was the exact same thing, but with your band.
“I thought you might,” he said, once he heard the blond’s positive response to his idea. Finny seemed like the type that enjoyed being outside, if only for the reason that Will imagined his parents probably sent him out of the house on a regular basis because he was always either making noise or couldn’t sit still enough to do anything indoors. Though, he kind of wondered why, if Finny did in fact stay outside a lot, why was he pale. He would think the other boy would be super tan from years of exposure to the suns gentle rays. Sun screen lotion…that was how he stayed pale. His thoughts were confirmed when Finny said he loved the ocean. Ha, score for him! He tilted his head to the side at Finny’s question. How was he supposed to know that? It wasn’t as if he was one of those creepy stalker fans that secretly waited outside your house until you left to go raid through your underwear drawer. He gave a small shiver at that. Too creepy of a thought.
Before he could answer though, Finny had basically took the words from his mouth. Cool. He nodded at the blond’s offer. He thinks he would like to see a boat. It seemed like fun. “Well, I’ve never been on one so I don’t know if I’ll like it or not,” he mentioned. “Though, though I’m pretty sure I will. Boats seem fun.” He didn’t mention the fact that being on a boat in forever deep water also kind of scared him because then he would have seemed pathetic. A baby. Sure, he reasoned that it was completely okay to be a little bit afraid of something new, but then he also reasoned that some people had been around and on boats since they were little so they must have not felt any fright about it. He frowned; maybe they had been scared, but had a good experience so it was like, nothing. But, Will’s seen White Squall, that movie could make anyone not like boats. Or prostitutes in the Caribbean Islands, but that was something different altogether.
“Both? I’m not sure we’ll have time, but I hope we do,” he said, a little skeptical at Finny’s idea. It wasn’t as if they were crunched for time, but he was pretty sure that the mall would close around seven or something and then they would have to actually head to the beach and have tons of fun, but they also had to get back to their houses on the island. It was all so much thinking that Will decided he really didn’t care. Like he said, it wasn’t as if they were crunched for time or anything. “Really? Then I really have to show you this store,” he said, excitement acing his words. Finny liked to dressup, which was great since he did too! “There were so many things that would be fun to try on,” he added nodding his head. Will thought about it. Moving beaches? Pretty cool he thought. “Yes very. Unless it was the bad kind of moving…like from hurricanes, you know? But I’m pretty you mean a nice kind of moving,” he said.
The image of a beach suddenly growing legs and a face and wondering away from the shoreline made him crack up. He could just imagine the startled beach goers as they were suddenly jostled form where they were tanning or building castles or whatever and being on a moving beach. That would be pretty neat. But also kind of weird. Where would the beach go? He was pretty sure it would be too large to go anywhere inside. But since it was a beach, Will thought it would enjoy the outside even more than the indoors.
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Post by Phineas Andrew Lee on Jun 28, 2009 23:37:12 GMT -5
Phineas Andrew Lee ! So intense that I can't explain, All alone in my white boy pain. [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -“Boats are really fun!” Finny’s eyes brightened as a thought appeared in his brain. There was a certain glint in his eye that was childish, but fun at the same time. “We can play pirates!” Phineas had tried playing pirates with Stephanie and a few of his party friends back home, but they never really got into it. Stephanie just wanted Phineas to play the beautiful sensitive boyfriend role, and his party friends just wanted to get high. And Phineas knew better than to get high when he had to drive a boat. It wasn’t at all like driving a car. It was a lot harder and required a lot more attention if you didn’t want to hurt sea life. And Phineas didn’t want to hurt any kind of life. But Phineas had a feeling that Will would be interested in a game of pirates, because Will was cool and well Stephanie and Finny’s party friends were lame. “Not like the Somali pirates, because that sounds too scary for me.” Phineas may have shown an intense amount of bravery when it came to aliens and natural disasters, but when it came to actual people wanting to hurt him Phineas showed an equally intense amount of cowardice.
“Oh! I love stores that have entertaining things to try on.” Phineas always managed to have quite a bit of fun with his outfits. Bright colors and odd accessories were his best friends, which could be told by the shorts he was currently wearing. “Do they have good glasses there?” Phineas sure hoped so. For some reason Phineas had always loved glasses. He was always wearing a pair of sunglasses. Somebody had made a joke one time about him wearing sunglasses all the time to shield his eyes from his hair. But Phineas hadn’t really gotten the joke. It might have made sense if he spent all day looking in the mirror, but Phineas didn’t really do that. Okay well maybe one time but that didn’t count. And when Phineas wasn’t wearing one of his numerous pairs of sunglasses, he was wearing actual glasses. It was strange (What about Phineas isn’t strange though?) considering Phineas didn’t have to wear glasses. He actually had perfect vision, which was one of his few flawless features. Phineas had always wanted glasses though, so he had always had a few pairs of ‘fake glasses’. And the minute that those ‘fake dork glasses’ went into style, Phineas was suddenly referred to as ‘trendy’. The world worked in odd and sometimes awkward ways.
Phineas took a quick second to feel in his back pocket where his phone usually was. Some might have thought that it was irresponsible for Phineas to place his iPhone in his back pocket, and well…Phineas did agree. The screen was a touch screen and although Phineas may have been a skinny kid, he didn’t really weigh nothing. Mind you, it was next to nothing, but that still didn’t actually count as weighing nothing. It was still enough to permanently damage the delicate screen of an iPhone. But by that point having his phone in his back pocket had become a habit. And Phineas had issues with breaking his habits; hence the face that he was still a smoker and he loved his marijuana almost as much as he loved his blueberry pancakes every morning. Why yes, Phineas had gone through several iPhones already, all with the same broken screen in the same place. That’s how hard breaking habits were for good ol’ Finny. His hand immediately landed on it and a grin spread across his face. He fished it out of his pocket holding it up as he spoke again. “And I have my phone so we can take lots of amusing pictures!” Phineas loved taking amusing pictures. If you ever caught with a camera at a party he would be taking hundreds, literally hundreds of candid pictures. Candid pictures were just ten times more interesting than staged ones, well at least in Finny’s opinion.
“Well moving away from hurricanes would be good for the beach! And the people that live by it!” Phineas had never been in a hurricane before. He didn’t even entirely understand what it was. But in his mind it had feelings, because in Finny’s mind everything had feelings. “But I bet that poor hurricane would be sad…and lonely.” Finny’s eyes went downcast for a moment down to his ice cream. Okay well maybe not his ice cream, but the bowl that had held his ice cream only moments earlier. Of course it had been reduced to nothing in a matter of a few minutes. It was a sin to let good ice cream go to waste. Oh! Yet another commandment of Finnyism. Or maybe one of the seven deadly sins? Phineas declared that they were going to have seven deadly sins and that was going to be one of them. He would, of course have to consult with Will on the matter later though. You can’t just go running off and changing a religion without consulting you super special awesome pubah pancake eater guy first. Duh. It was like a rule of life. But that wasn’t the issue right now. “Oh! I would go and keep the hurricane company! We’d be best friends.” The most that Phineas really knew about hurricanes were that they caused big waves. And well, in the surfer part of his mind there was absolutely nothing wrong with big waves , even if they involved dangerous storms and undertows. [/center] [/b][/color] will! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: rockin' the suburbs - ben folds. word count: nine-hundred and fourty-four! notes: okay this is better. i love how random my glasses paragraph is. heyhihellohey.[/ul][/size]
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Post by william on Jun 30, 2009 6:00:07 GMT -5
bought a new life for a dollar fifty five. and some ice cream too. The light in Finny’s eyes was enough to brighten anyone’s day and to a person like Will, it just made his day even brighter. He found himself grinning, like, a face breaking grin; he was pretty sure his cheeks would fall off from how much he’s been smiling today. “We could! That would be so fun!” he agreed. Pirates sounded like an amazing game. It was sort of like the more cool version of cops and robbers because there weren’t really people to capture you and it was held on a boat. Plus, Will had always been slightly fascinated by eye patches. And peg legs…and parrots, so pirates was an ideal game for him. He wondered if he would get to be the first mate because obviously Phineas would be the captain, or, or maybe he could be the guy that was always silent and then when something happened, he said something hilarious. He’d like to be that guy. “Oh yes, very scary. Those guys are, like, Captain Hook and not, like…hmm, I don’t know any good pirates…” he trailed off, a frown decorating his face. There had to be good pirates somewhere? Well, he and Finny will just have to be them then.
“I would imagine they would.” Will answered, even though he hadn’t really registered Finny had been speaking. His brother had told them that, even if you weren’t paying attention, your body was, that was how you responded to questions without really knowing what was asked. Will was pretty sure that was how he had passed chemistry because he hadn’t paid that much attention. “I mean, any store that has leather pants ought to have pretty neat glasses as well,” he explained. “Unless, unless the people who owned the store hated glasses so they didn’t sell them. I don’t know why anyone would hate glasses, but then again, a lot of people get contacts and LASIK so, whatever.” Will took a breath after his really long sentence; he was pretty sure it was a run on sentence, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t in school anymore. He was glad about that, because when he had been in school, he’d had to wear his glasses and that wasn’t fun. It was hard to look like an ultra cool rocker with glasses. Actually, compared to some, he had pretty rockin’ frames. He wondered if he still had them. He probably did; he was pretty sure there would be a time where he needed to read and those things really came in handy at times like that.
He looked oddly at Finny as he noticed the blond seemed to be touching himself. It was kind of weird to watch since he didn’t really think checking out your own backside was strictly…appropriate in an ice cream place. But, what did he know about appropriateness? That’s right, nothing. He was just about to ask Phineas why he was molesting his butt, when the blond brought forth a phone. He grinned at the mention of pictures. “Awesome! So glad you have yours because, sadly, I don’t,” he said, frowning before grinning again. He hadn’t had a phone in probably three months. He lost it at a show and had never bothered to get a new one or cancel that one. He was pretty sure the pictures of him in various comical places with some friends had come from there. He was just glad he wasn’t stupid enough to take nude pictures of himself because things would have been way worse for him if those had leaked onto the internet. “And then we take them, we should actually print them out. I love scrapbooks.” The main thing Will disliked about the digital age was that people didn’t own photographs anymore. All their photos and video were on hard drives and computers. Luckily for him, he parents hadn’t really gotten into that whole thing and they still demanded their kids sit still for annual family pictures, as well as documenting every family event with Polaroid’s and film cameras. It was nice.
“It would be good. Hurricanes are devastating things.” Will nodded, his head in a grave manner. Though Maryland didn’t get hurricanes, he knew people who lived in Florida that lived through hurricanes all the time. Like how Californians had earthquake insurance, his friends had hurricane insurance. He gigglesnorted at Finny’s comment. “I’m sure they are. It must be hard; people hating you for something you can’t control. It’s not their fault their massive natural disasters that plague people around the globe.” He watched Finny study his deconstructed ice cream for a moment before looking at his, which was pretty much in the same state. He wrinkled his nose and pushed it away , leaving his hand to rest on the table, where he tapped it, appreciating the dull thud of his fingernails on the counter. He should get them cut, they were pretty long and when they got long, his guitar playing got pretty difficult. He frowned at Finny’s statement. “Best friend, huh? Well, you know if you’re friends with the hurricane, then we can’t really hang out,” he pointed out. He gave a long suffering sigh, looking off into the distance…of the ice cream place. “I suppose I’ll have to make friends with a natural phenomena myself,” he added, sighing again. He was just kidding of course; he wouldn’t really go find a natural phenomena to be his friend, but it was a fun thing to say and Will liked saying fun things. It was one of the best things about being on stage to him; the funny commentary and kooky stories.
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Post by Phineas Andrew Lee on Jul 2, 2009 10:23:57 GMT -5
Phineas Andrew Lee ! So intense that I can't explain, All alone in my white boy pain. [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -“No way. Leather pants?” On Finny’s list of the coolest things ever, leather pants were probably at the top along with Super Mario, aliens and yellow assless chaps. As long as some creepy guy or fat chick wasn’t wearing them. Like when Finny saw the Poker Face video by Lady Gaga and saw that leather looking body suit she was wearing, he was pretty sure he jizzed in his pants. Maybe not. Okay maybe just a little bit. “Just for the record we’re definitely trying them on. And I’m taking pictures.” Phineas couldn’t help but laugh at the thought at the two of them in leather pants. The mental image was funny enough; he could only assume that he would laugh twice as hard if, or when he actually saw it. “Well people who don’t like glasses are lame.” Phineas stuck his tongue out disapprovingly. He was kidding of course. Phineas was all about people being able to choose what they like. But personally he wouldn’t trust anyone with a laser near his eye. And if he did actually need glasses or contacts, he wouldn’t trust himself with contacts either. He would probably the one person in history to spoon an eye out attempting to either put in or take out a contact lens.
“Oh dear.” Phineas wasn’t really sure what he would do without his phone. One thing was for sure, he probably wouldn’t get laid as often. And that would have been a travesty in the eyes of Phineas. It probably would have been less dangerous and given Phineas more sleep, but why the hell would be want more sleep when he going just drink a Red Bull? Even if he did hate energy drinks, if you were in a popular band they were kind of necessary to survive. “I think I might wither and die without my phone.” It was true. Okay well it was partly true…not really. Phineas has forgotten his phone at home a few times because he was either being rushed or careless, nine times out of ten it was both though. And the times when he had forgotten his phone seemed to have been the few times when he really needed it. The need came in different forms naturally. Like during his first night on the island Phineas had kinda sorta gotten totally lost. He knew he couldn’t have possibly gotten THAT lost because they were on an island, but it was still pretty scary. And then one time he forgot his phone he had three missed calls from three different people asking for sex. Talk about bad luck right?
Phineas loved making memories. Making a special memory was pretty much on Finny’s to-do list every morning when he left the house. Most of the time he managed to succeed. He felt like his actions were especially memorable when they were noted by another person, resulting in his constant mentions by the press. And on the days when he didn’t do something memorable, it kind of felt like he hadn’t completed his mission. But then he reminded himself that there was always tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. He would just make up for it then. “Scrapbooks are superb amounts of fun!” Phineas had tried to make scrapbooks on multiple occasions. He had sat down with all the materials he could have possibly needed including at least one hundred pictures with different band members or fans and things of the like. But alas, Phineas didn’t have a long enough attention span to actually finish the poor thing. So instead it sits abandoned under his bed until he next decides to pick it up and work on it for five or ten more minutes. ”I like the way you think kid.” Finny raised a hand to point his finger at Will. He nodded his head slightly, attempting to look as serious as possible, and failing of course. His serious expression dropped a moment later and he laughed again.
Phineas got a little nervous when Will said they wouldn’t be able to be friends. Why not? Had Phineas done something wrong? He probably had and not realized it. That was what he got for not paying attention. A second later however, he realized the other boy was joking. It wasn’t like Phineas was actually going to become friends with the hurricane. He didn’t even live near Florida, or that area. He actually lived on the other side of the country, so it would have been difficult to befriend one anyway. Oh yeah, and they wouldn’t actually respond to Phineas when he tried to talk to them too. But that wasn’t the point. “Why wouldn’t we be able to hang out if I was best friends with a hurricane? We could all get together and have hurricane parties.” Phineas thought it was kind of strange that people actually held those. Why would you welcome something that could potentially destroy thousands of homes and lives? Uhm, probably because people were always looking to have a party, and hey, Phineas definitely wasn’t an exception. “Oh! You should become friends with Tsunamis!” Phineas had always wanted to see a tsunami. How cool would it be to surf one of those things? Of course it would fail and Phineas would probably fall off his board and drown. But it would totally be worth it in his eyes. Maybe when he decided it was his time that was how he would go. [/center] [/b][/color] will! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: rockin' the suburbs - ben folds. word count: nine-hundred and thirty-five! notes: randomness. it's a good thing. i think i need to throw a hurricane party next time there's a hurricane threat here. =D[/ul][/size]
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Post by william on Jul 2, 2009 16:04:32 GMT -5
bought a new life for a dollar fifty five. and some ice cream too. Will laughed at that; he figured Finny might try to weasel him into some shiny pants, but he wasn’t buying it. “Um, no thanks. But you’re free to try them on,” he said a grin on his face. He had tried leather pants once, and only once in his rather short life. When he had went through a death metal phase and figured the best way to express himself was with ultra tight leather pants. Which, for anyone that wanted to know, were nothing like girl jeans, which he has worn on occasion. They do wonders for his butt. “I’ll make sure I take plenty of pictures for my scrapbook,” he added. He already had a title in mind ‘Insane adventures of the prophet Phineas and his highest advisor Will’. It was a great title and summed up their awesomeness in ten…no, eleven words. He nodded in agreement at Finny’s statement. “Very lame. Glasses are the oldest and most trustworthy form of image enhancement,” he added, completely serious because, well, he was. Glasses had been around for centuries, the most notable and awesome of people wore them. Benjamin Franklin, Bill Gates, and the little man from monopoly. And him of course, that made it cool just by association.
He laughed at that. He knew some people that were completely addicted to their phones, whether they were Blackberry or iPhone and it was kind of funny to him. He’d often gotten comments about how he didn’t have one and when he did have it, he rarely checked it, or charged it, or had it on him actually. It seemed Phineas was that kind of person. “Nah, you’re too awesome to be attached to such a worldly device,” he said, nodding his head for emphasis. “I think rather than you withering and dying, all the phones in the world will just, like, stop working until you had yours.” He wasn’t too into technology, though he recognized its usefulness with regards to a lot of things, like their and…news and stuff. Though, he kind of felt bad that he wasn’t really adept with technology since he couldn’t really del with any of the bands means of information output other than typing a couple of things. Though, he was learning; even if it was a very slow and torturous process. He wasn’t a quick learner.
“They are! I’ve got about two dozen,” he said, nodding his head enthusiastically. He really did. He kept most of them at his parents house since they took him so much room, but he usually kept one with him. Sometime sit was the one that was full of family pictures and other times, it was the one filled with band pictures. But he always made more. In fact, he was working on one right now. He’d taken a few pictures of things that had happened so far on the island; performance pictures, back stage pictures and photos of the band and fans. Some were printed out and he had already placed them inside, but not too many of them, he usually did it towards the end so he could show it off before everyone parted separated way. “Well, two dozen and one, including this one. Which, which you’re a part of.” The last part was added suddenly, like he hadn’t remembered until the moment right when he was going to say it. He had taken a picture of one of the bands playing, Containment, and had caught and awesome picture of Finny drumming, It hadn’t registered to him that it was the same person until right now, at this very second.
He was a little unsure about hurricane parties, but nodded his head anyway. “Uh sure, yeah, hurricane party…” he trailed off with a shrug. “But when we do have the party, you’re providing the entertainment!” he said, getting into a little. Now that he thought about it a little, he remembered reading something about people having hurricane parties. But, they weren’t parties with hurricanes, they were parties during hurricanes. People in, like, Florida or somewhere, would get the warning tat a hurricane was coming and they would all get together at someone’s house and spend the duration there; eating and drinking and having all kinds of good fun. He wished he could have a party like that. Well, he kind of could, since he was a rockstar and all, but it wasn’t the same. “Wait, aren’t tsunamis and hurricanes the same thing?” he asked, confused. He was pretty sure they were. Like, hurricanes were American and tsunamis happened in, like, other places, but they were the same thing. He shrugged it didn’t matter. Tsunami sounded cooler anyway.
“Hey, since we’ve agreed to have awesome time while playing dressup, should we go?” he asked Finny. They’d been at the ice cream place for a good amount of time, long enough where that you were usually kicked out since you hadn’t ordered anything else. “I mean, we can stay here for a longer time, but that lady is givin’ us the stink eye,” he said and not so subtlety pointed out the new person behind the counter; a middle aged woman that was glaring at them rather evilly. It was actually kind of frightening. She had crazy hair and a crazy face and Will was pretty sure he would be having nightmares about her pale face when he went to bad that night. Damn. He hated nightmares.
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Post by Phineas Andrew Lee on Jul 6, 2009 10:10:59 GMT -5
Phineas Andrew Lee ! So intense that I can't explain, All alone in my white boy pain. [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -““Damn.” Phineas laughed as Will rejected his invitation to try on leather pants. That was usually the reaction Phineas got when he mentioned them. It was either that, or some look of disgust. Hm. Maybe Phineas would actually buy a pair today. And then he could wear them on stage! Not many people would be able to see them… He’d have to model them for everyone. And he would definitely be wearing them to any after-parties or bars. Phineas would have so much fun with those pants. “Just you wait. I’ll get you into a pair of them.” Phin’s eyes narrowed, in a joking manner of course and he nodded his head. “I have my ways.” Finny’s ways usually included begging and pleading and annoying until somebody finally agreed to do whatever he wanted. His methods didn’t work as well with Leita, Sanders, or Peterson anymore. They were so used to it they could just swat him away and tell him to stop acting like a child. And Phineas would listen…well most of the time anyway. The drummer’s head nodded in agreement with Wills statement about visual enhancement. Phineas barely knew what enhancement meant, but it sounded important. “And they’re a lot less scary than contacts.” Phineas knew his fear of contacts and taking an eye out was irrational. But there really wasn’t much about Phineas that could be considered as rational anyway.
Phineas didn’t really consider himself addicted to his iPhone. Like he wasn’t on it all day every day or anything. He just preferred to have it on him at all times. Because Phineas didn’t like to miss opportunities, and when people texted him for sex and he didn’t have his phone he was missing opportunities. “I bet phones are supposed to have like laser beams and transform into cars, and since you don’t have your they don’t do that anymore.” How cool would that be if that actually happened? Phineas probably shouldn’t have watched so much Transformers as a kid. But that show was rad. “Oh wow. People would probably be really angry at me if that happened.” Phineas could already picture the hordes or people gathering outside the Containment house angrily. All those scary business men and confused socialites would be yelling and shaking their fists in an angry manner. Maybe Paris Hilton would be there! Phineas had some kind of secret crush on Paris Hilton. Okay, maybe it wasn’t a secret. But it was one of those crushes where they’re almost ashamed to admit it. Notice how the word almost was in that sentence. Because Phineas wasn’t ashamed of anything…ever. The one time he had ever been ashamed was when those naked skateboard pool pictures leaked around his hometown. But that was only because somehow the pictures got sent to his parents. His dad had thought it was kind of funny, but his mom didn’t think the same.
“Well of course I’ll be providing the entertainment! That is my job at every party.” Phineas chuckled, but he was being totally serious. Even when it wasn’t Finny’s assigned job at a party, it was just kind of understood that he would be providing it. Finny remembered one time somebody he didn’t even know was having a party, and they put his friend Ricky in charge of entertainment. And when they asked him what he planned to do he said ‘I’m inviting Phineas.’ True story. Phineas couldn’t help but wonder, what exactly did you do at a hurricane party? Did you just go outside and dance in the rain or something? That would have been cool, Phin definitely would have enjoyed it. He made a mental note that if he was ever stuck in a hurricane that he would have to go out and dance in it. How many people honestly got to say they danced in a hurricane? Not many. Phineas could probably find the other people who had danced in hurricanes and they could form an elite club. They would call it the ‘Hurricane Dancers’. And they could follow hurricanes and dance in them and stuff. Will would obviously have to join too. Maybe they could get jackets or something. Finny’s life was made up of ideas he came up with that he never really carried through on.
“Nope. That’s a typhoon and a hurricane. They call a hurricane a typhoon in like Asia or something.” Phineas wasn’t totally sure where he had obtained that information. He had slept through his entire Earth Space Science class in high school… maybe it was one of those things were you learned something while you were sleeping. Phineas wished that could happen all the time. Because by the time he had finished high school he probably could have been a certified genius. But alas, that didn’t happen at all. “A tsunami is a really really really super big wave.” Phineas smiled and nodded enthusiastically. Phineas only knew that because he was a surfer, and he had heard other people talking about surfing tsunamis and things like that. Or maybe he knew more than he really gave himself credit for. Nope. The first was definitely a more likely situation.
Phineas took a look around the store when Will mentioned that someone was glaring at them. His eyes immediately caught on the woman who was glaring so intently at them. They had a stare down for what lasted all of five seconds. And suddenly one of Finny’s blue eyes closed in a wink and he blew a kiss. Not the kind of kiss where you used your hand, but the creeper sexual kind. He didn’t bother looking long enough to see her reaction. Instead his face turned back to Will and he attempted to hold back his laughter. “Yeah, I think it’s about time we go.” Phineas grabbed his skateboard out from under his feet and placed them firmly onto the ground once more. He rose to a standing position and grabbed his ice cream off of the table with a grin on his features. [/center] [/b][/color] will! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: rockin' the suburbs - ben folds. word count: one thousand and fourty! notes: ah! sorry it took me so long D: my muse was like superior dead. so i made up for it with a long post that isn't all the great! D: sorry. at least phineas creeped on a crazy lady?[/ul][/size]
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Post by william on Jul 12, 2009 6:40:03 GMT -5
bought a new life for a dollar fifty five. and some ice cream too. Will giggled at Finny, nodding his head. “Sure sure, you’ll get me into them,” he said. He wouldn’t really mind wearing leather pants, he just preferred not to. He liked his legs being able to be breath. Though, he figured they’d make his already amazing body look even better. All jokes, of course; he wasn’t serious. He tuned back into Phineas, shrugging a shoulder at what he said. He agreed completely. He couldn’t see how people could stand sticking there own finger into their eye and putting something in it. Any time else and people would be trying to get things out of their eye, not the other way around. That was why Will chanced running into things by not wearing his glasses, because the thought of using contacts killed him. And freaked him out. He was glad though that his fear was as irrational as his others. He knew quite a few people that continued to use their glasses because they couldn’t handle the thought of contacts and/or LASIK surgery.
Will’s eyes widened at that. Phones could turn into cars?! That would be so amazing! “Oh man, that is so rad. You know, I kind of wish they did do that,” he said. He pouted for a moment, unable to hide his disappointment at technology for not making transformer cell phones. “I mean, just imagine: you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere and then BAM! your phone transforms into a car and you’re out of there in no time.” He figured he should start carrying his phone with him from now on, especially since he still didn’t know his way around the island and, God forbid, he should ever get lost, there would be no way for anyone to contact him and vice versa. He would have to endlessly walk along the beach and then when he got too tired, he’d sink down into the sand and all that would be left in the morning would be his lifeless body that had all of the blood sucked out of it from hungry, beach roaming vampires. Ooh, scary. “Vampires,” he muttered aloud, looking around the room carefully, as if said creature would pop up and start reeking havoc. Though, he chilled when he remembered that it was still daytime and vampires hated the light. Well, except for the sparkly ones in those Stephanie Meyer books. Midnight or something like that.
“Is it? For real? That’s awesome!” Even if he was a lively person, he could never manage to organize any kind of fun or entertainment. The closest he gets to doing it is coming up with silly games to play when most people were already passed out an all that was left were the light drinkers and the people that could hold heir alcohol. Needless to say, he was always included. He still quite remembered the intense game of ‘Never never have I ever’ six cup. Good times it was. He made an ‘oh’ face when Phineas handedly corrected his terminology. “Oh! Okay, I see now,” he said, lightly hitting himself in the forehead. Duh! A typhoon and hurricane were the same. Silly Will. Before he could ask Finny what a tsunami was then, the blond told him. “Giant wave?! Awesome!” Surprisingly, the thought of a giant waves didn’t scare Will. Maybe because as a kid he’d been addicted the wave pool at various water park establishments. Though, he still had a few traumatic experiences from those things. Always remembered to tie up your swim trunks nice and tight or you’ll find yourself sprinting naked to the boys bathroom as an employee messaged your parents over the PA system so that they could bring you some clothes.
Will watched as Finny started down the lady at the counter but from his position he couldn’t tell what the blond had done to make the woman gasp and look downright scandalized. Though he figured it was something completely hilarious. He stood from the table, gathering up his bags and garbage as he did so. There was a trash can only a little bit away from him so he tossed his trash into it, making a swishing noise as it went in. “Nothing but can! Whoop!” he exclaimed, doing a very grand fist pump. “Let’s go buddy! We have clothes to try on and people to harass!” he said, already heading for the door. The sugar form his ice cream, and the numerous Mountain Dews he had earlier, were starting to finally settle in his bloodstream so he was reinvigorated like nobodies business. Several people ear and dear to him would have immediately stopped his intake of sugar, but seeing as how they weren’t with him, he had took in all the sugar he could. He didn’t care that he would most likely crash so hard in a few hours and that his paranoia acted up when he was hyper, all he cared about was taking Finny to the nearest store an taking him to town. He idly wondered if that was the correct usage of that phrase and shrugged. He didn’t really care.
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Post by Phineas Andrew Lee on Jul 26, 2009 16:08:24 GMT -5
Phineas Andrew Lee ! So intense that I can't explain, All alone in my white boy pain. [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -“Mhm, I always wanted to be around when a tsunami happened.” Phineas was telling the total truth. Phineas may have been a lot of things, but he definitely wasn’t a liar. Surfing a tsunami would probably be the coolest experience of Finny’s entire life. Hell, seeing a tsunami in person probably would have been the coolest experience of Finny’s life. He could only imagine the feeling of seeing a tsunami. It would be this unparalleled fear of being crushed by how mighty the tall wall of water was, but at the same time there would be this crazy feeling of excitement and adoration. He definitely would have gotten hurt or maybe even killed but to Phineas it would have totally been worth it. If anybody could adore or admire a natural disaster, that person was Phineas. “I mean I bet it’s so scary, but at the same time so cool.” Phineas just assumed that that feeling of excitement and fear was felt by everyone when they saw a natural disaster instead of just feeling one hundred percent fear like they actually did.
“Oh! You know those people who like chase tornadoes and stuff?” Phineas had seen this movie about them that he couldn’t actually remember the name of right now. But he remembered watching it and just thinking about how cool that must have been. To just chase after tornadoes all day long with that constant thought in the back of your mind that if the tornado just completely turned around it could absolutely destroy everything including you. “We should do something like that, but chase tsunamis or something.” Phineas knew that tsunamis were probably a lot less common. Or maybe they were just as common, they just didn’t make it into the news because they happened so far away? Or they were less destructive? Oh well, either way tsunamis were radical.
Phineas laughed at Will’s excitement about getting the ice cream bowl into the trash can. He would have attempted to do that same, but it wouldn’t have worked for him. For some reason, Phineas was never able to do that. He was teased in high school for that quite often. Because his attempts always resulted in numerous amounts of paper balls or other things on the floor. Maybe Will had been on the basketball team in high school? Phineas took another look at Will and quickly struck the idea from his mind. Will didn’t really look the type to play basketball in an organized manner. Then again, Phineas didn’t seem the type to play any kind of organized sports ever in his life, but in high school he did take part in his schools soccer team. And he did enjoy his experiences on the team, especially in the locker room. Why yes, everything with Phineas had to be turned into something sexual. You just had to get used to it. Phineas chuckled once more at Will’s fist pump. Excitement always made Phineas a happy person, even if it was just a little bit of excitement over something that seemed like an even smaller occurrence.
Phineas took a second to grab his now empty ice cream bowl from the table. There was nothing that was quite as depressing as an empty ice cream bowl. With the one little plastic spoon and the melted pink liquid at the bottom with little black spots from his Oreos. Phineas was probably the only person who would think the way that he did, but he just felt like the bowl looked so lonely. And Phineas couldn’t stand when things looked lonely, even if it was just an inanimate object like a paper bowl. Phineas rose from his seat, careful of course that he didn’t step on his skateboard and slip (It had happened numerous times before.), and stuck the bowl into the same trash barrel that Will had just thrown his own bowl into. Phineas wiped his hands on his shorts, getting rid of whatever invisible junk he thought was on them. That was yet another habit that Phineas had obtained over the years. Yeah, Phineas had a ton of habits and various weird things that he did. But they weren’t anything too severe or distracting. Phineas took a step back towards the table and quickly bent over to pick up his skateboard off of the ground.
Finny’s Alien Workshop skateboard hung loosely underneath his left arm. Out of all his skateboards that one had to be his favorite. After all, it did have a picture of aliens on it and some kind of rainbow looking thing. Could you ask for anything better on a skateboard? Yeah, you probably could. But if you were Phineas Andrew Lee then the answer was absolutely not. “Why yes do we have quite a number of things that we need to do, so away we must go.” Phineas took a few steps towards the entrance towards the mall. When Phineas got to the entrance of the ice cream shop, he turned his bright blue eyes down one end of the mall, and then down the other end of them mall, in a manner that made him almost look like a child crossing the street. “So where exactly is this store that holds the splendorous things called leather pants?” [/center] [/b][/color] will! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: rockin' the suburbs - ben folds. word count: eight-hundred and ninety-six! notes: ughhhhhhhhhhhh. i am slightly ashamed of this post. i apologize, but i'm trying to get my muse up an running again.[/ul][/size]
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