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Post by evelyn on Jun 18, 2009 11:19:53 GMT -5
  ---------------------------------------------------------------evelyn [/color][/font] hated deadlines. As in, she wanted to rip the idea of deadlines up and burn the shreds. And then dump the ashes in water. The thing was, she was one of the more “free-spirited” people, as some would say. Not to mention her writing was pretty much crap. She hadn’t been wanting to write when she took her job with the press agency. No, she wanted to be a photographer. That was all. She probably wouldn’t have accepted the offer if she knew that she was going to have to write when it was needed. Of course, that should have been obvious to the woman, but she had needed a job, and this had been the best place she could get into. And she wouldn’t trade her job for the world, anyway. Bitching about her current assignment just gave her some time to think about how to finish it. That was the way she was, she supposed. She’d complain constantly about something, and then eventually it would be done. For obvious reasons, it wasn’t a great way to live, and Evelyn knew it. But she could truthfully say she didn’t give a damn. That was just her.
So this morning, instead of getting up and preparing for her story, Evelyn gave a wayward glance at the alarm clock and groaned. Eight thirty. No way was she getting up that early after the party she’d been at until two last night. The party had sucked, but then again, she didn’t like huge parties. It was too loud, annoying. Pointless, really. You never knew anyone better after the party was over, and you normally just woke up with a hangover. Not her, though, but most people did. Being one of the few people graced with a high tolerance of alcohol was a good thing, in her opinion. She lied in her bed for another hour, doing absolutely nothing, before grabbing some clothes and making her way slowly to the bathroom. It was a nice day, so she decided she might as well go to the beach. There wasn’t anything else to do, was there? Of course, she had to finish the story, but that wasn’t due until the end of the week. She had plenty of time. Changing into a black and white striped bikini, she considered tying her shoulder-length hair up, but decided against it. It’s not like she would swim, anyway, and she hated having it up. Instead, she threw on a tank top and shorts, grabbed her purse and towel, along with a Monster out of the fridge, and hopped into her car.
Within a few minutes, the photographer was on her way to the beach. While most people would have some kind of plan for the day, Evelyn didn’t. Aside from resting at the beach, she was probably just going to play the rest of the day by ear, probably leaving if anyone she knew from work happened to be there. Even though she was sure she would have the story turned in when it was due, she didn’t need anyone else on her case about it. By the time she was driving up, a fair distance from the beach, it was almost eleven thirty. Not a bad time to be at the beach on a weekday, really. Of course the tourists would be bad, but it was summer. They were always bad. So she spread out her beach towel a few yards from the water, slipping off her tank top. After she took off her sunglasses, she reached for the Stephen King book she had brought with her. If nothing else, it would give her something to do other than sleep, and, as a bonus, it blocked the sun from her eyes. About an hour after she started reading, she glanced up slightly, noticing a person standing in front of her towel. She immediately went back to the book, the words rolling off her tongue effortlessly, “…The hell?”
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Post by Phineas Andrew Lee on Jul 26, 2009 23:25:41 GMT -5
Phineas Andrew Lee ! You used to get it in your fishnets,
now you only get it in your nightdress. [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The worst thing that could have ever possibly happened to Phineas was happening to Phineas. Okay well maybe not the worst thing. He wasn’t pregnant, and he hadn’t gotten anyone else pregnant, so the situation could have definitely been worse. So the second worst thing that could have possibly happened to him was happening to him. His daily routine was starting to become tedious and boring. He had done the same thing almost every day for two weeks now. He would sleep until about three or four in the afternoon. He would get up take a shower, make his breakfast (technically lunch/dinner) of blueberry pancakes, and he’d be out the door. Once he was out he’d either go to practice because Containment had a show that night or he’d go to a party. He’d drink, he’d smoke, he’d sex, he’d somehow find his way home and then he’d pass out. And that was about how his life had been going since he’d arrived on the island. At first it had been awesome. Because who didn’t love the rock star life style? But for two weeks straight? Phineas needed something new, he needed something different. So despite the protests in the back of his mind Phineas had set his alarm the night before so he could get up and get something done during the day.
Phineas had practically been thrown a temper tantrum when it went off that morning, until he remembered that he was the one that had set it. So the twenty-three year old dragged himself out of his bed and downstairs to eat his pancakes. Despite the fact that Phineas had tried so hard to wake himself early to get something done that day, he hadn’t actually made plans that day. Since just about nobody Phineas usually associated himself with was awake at the time of the morning, Phineas realized that he would have to hang out along for a while. And what did Phineas do when he was alone? Well there were a few different answers to that question depending on whom you asked and when you asked it to them. But Phineas would mostly give the same answer. He went to the beach. For some reason, Phineas and the beach went together like macaroni and cheese. So after he finished his pancakes, Phineas grabbed his things and was out the door. It took Phineas about ten minutes before he arrived at the beach. He dropped his things a few feet from the water and immediately waded into the water.
After about fifteen minutes in the water, Phineas decided it was time for him to head up and get a drink of water that wasn’t polluted or contained a large amount of salt. Phineas started to make his way back towards the shore, running a careful hand through his hair as he did in an attempt to keep the blonde strands that were currently covered in salt water out of his eyes. Stinging salt-water covered eyes were never an enjoyable experience, especially when they already stung from swimming around. When Phineas reached the point in the water where he could stand and the water wasn’t up to his neck he switched from treading water to walking. It was probably a lot harder than treading water, but Phineas was an overall difficult person. Well most of the time he was anyway. His knees and ankles struggled against the salt water that threatened to pull him back towards the ocean, but he finally managed to get himself onto the boiling sand. Fortunately for Phineas he didn’t have to do the ‘the sand is really hot and I’m not wearing shoes’ dance for very long, because the place where he had dropped his stuff wasn’t that far from the water. Phineas dropped down onto his towel, pushing his hair out of his eyes once more. He grabbed the water bottle from its place on his towel and took a big gulp of the cool liquid.
Feeling a bit more refreshed from the cool liquid, Phineas decided it was time to look around and see who actually chose to go to the beach that day. There were the typical people there. A people sunbathing, a few kids making sand castles. And then a figure with pink hair caught Finny’s eye. There was nobody with her, at least from what Phineas could see. She seemed to have her nose buried pretty deep in that book, and nobody was really sitting near her. At least they weren’t near enough for Phineas to assume that they were together. Then again, maybe whoever she was with was swimming or something? For the moment though Phineas was just going to assume that she was alone. She looked familiar, but Phineas couldn’t really tell because there was such a great distance between them. The force of the sun was strong against Finny’s bright blue eyes, but he continued to squint at her in an attempt to figure out who she was. He probably could have grabbed the pair of sunglasses that lay a few inches from his form on top of the beach towel. But Phineas didn’t actually think of doing that. Something that he did quite often when it came to good ideas. Phineas blinked a few times to ease the scorching pain from the heat of the sun. He wasn’t going to be happy if it turned out that he didn’t actually know this girl, and if it turned out that the combination of sun, sand and salt water was playing tricks on his mind (as it often did). But he would quickly get over it. Because that would just give him the chance to meet a new friend. And Phineas always loved meeting new people.
Yeah, Phineas could recognize that pink hair anywhere. Well Phineas knew more than one person with pink hair, but not a lot of them. Phineas pulled himself up from his sitting position on the sand and made his way towards the pink-haired female that wasn’t too far away from him. He paused for a second in front of her towel, waiting for her to acknowledge him when she felt the need. She could have been in the middle of a really deep thought or a really interesting part of the book that she was reading, and Phineas didn’t want to interrupt or annoy her. When she looked up, Phineas was expecting a greeting, or even a head nod. For Evelyn it seemed more suited that she’d flick him off or throw him a glare, but she didn’t really do anything. So instead of just standing there at the front of her towel awkwardly, he decided that he would have to greet her instead. Maybe she just didn’t see him, or assumed that he was either someone she didn’t know or some type of creeper. Well Evelyn already did think that Phineas was a creeper. Why else would she dislike him? There were some things that Phineas just didn’t seem to understand even though he thought he did. “Hi there Evelyn!”
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Post by evelyn on Jul 27, 2009 15:29:43 GMT -5
--------------------------------------------------------------- no one [/color][/font] who honestly knew Evelyn could say that she was energetic – about anything, really. This also applied to her work ethic, of course. She was almost always one of the most laid-back people around peers, and even older, more important co-workers. While this wasn’t…a good thing, particularly, if you wanted people to respect you – which she didn’t, exactly – it was definitely the most appealing option to her. She would go as far to wonder why more people hadn’t figured this out by now. Really, when you could choose between working constantly and efficiently or working as little at a time as possible and having a good deal of free time on your hands, who would choose the first? People did, though, it appeared. But that didn’t mean she had to conform, did it? Apparently not, as she seemed to be keeping her job rather well. It made her slightly amused as she looked back on the teachers through elementary school who had always told her she’d be able to get somewhere in life if she were a bit more driven. In their defense, that may have been true for a good deal of those teacher’s students. But not Evelyn.
That applied to her personality, of course. Shit, it had been a long time – she couldn’t even remember, to be honest – since she had actually gotten excited about something. Most people who knew her very well hadn’t seen more expression on the twenty-five year old than an occasional smirk or the even scarcer genuine smile. Not like it mattered to her. And, while people said that all the time and were clearly lying, it really didn’t. People’s opinions had never been very high in the list of things she actually cared about. Why would they be? People’s expectations could only get you so far. And, really, most people’s opinions had never seemed…worthwhile, as stuck up as that sounded. She wasn’t...quite that proud. But, still. The thing was, people weren’t a big deal to her. So she had never felt too bad about being…more blunt, maybe, around them, or pointing out flaws in general. Maybe that was mean, but it wouldn’t have been a bit deal to Evelyn if someone did that to her, so why would other people be any different? Imperfections weren’t meant to be avoided, were they? More like…embraced. She had a shitload of flaws, she knew, and it honestly didn’t offend her when people pointed them out. Unless they were behind her back, because that was admittedly lame.
So she made almost no attempt to hide her slightly irritated expression as she realized who it was that was standing in front of her. Damn. She’d been hoping for some quiet, too. But, of course it had to be Phineas, of all people. Biting her tongue to avoid letting out a rather loud sigh at his greeting, the girl instead shook her head and glanced up from the book, getting an what seemed to her brilliant idea. Willing herself with as much strength as she could muster to not give the idea away, she looked up at the drummer, eyes slightly wide and eyebrow tilted in a somewhat confused expression, “Do…Do I know you?” God. This had to work. If it didn’t, she didn’t know what she would do. Maybe…run? No, that would require more effort than she was willing to sacrifice at the moment. While she was hoping, though, that the blonde would fall for the obvious enough trick, she doubted he was stupid enough to. How many girls were there on this island with electric pink hair and a lip ring? And he did know her name, after all. Exhaling softly, eyebrows furrowed in thought, it was becoming clear that this guy would require a bit more energy to avoid than she had on hand.
Contemplating this, she was still unsure of why he was talking to her. In all honesty, she hadn’t been…the nicest person…to him while interviewing Containment. Apparently he had annoyed her then, too. The constant, much too friendly talking had required a person with much more patience than Evelyn had. So, was the blonde just…stupid? She didn’t really want to assume that, but any person she had met and immediately disliked would normally get the hint. It didn’t seem all that complicated to her. Then again, he seemed like the kind of person who was always nice. Maybe he was faking it? There weren’t that many people she could think of in the world that were always this energetic about everything – though she couldn’t be sure, every time she had encountered Phineas he seemed happy and excited around everyone – after all. So, that could be it. Or…maybe he was just overly sheltered as a kid, or something like that? Psychologist mindset already coming on, Evelyn shook her head, absentmindedly staring off at the sky. Shit. He probably wasn’t deep enough to fake it. Chances were he was just slightly drunk or high, something like that.
Still, the guy annoyed her. Being the impatient person she was, it had been all she could do to sit through that interview, which mainly consisted of his constant talking, a few comments by other band members here and there, without becoming much more rude than she already was. So it was no surprise that she wanted to get away from him now, was it? With any luck, he would, in fact, be stupid enough to fall for it and go away, but if he weren’t, she would find some other way to escape. If worst came to worst, she’d probably just flip him off, or say something about having to go to work. Hell, she might even rather finish that assignment instead of talking to him. …Well, no. She wasn’t quite that desperate to get away.
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Post by Phineas Andrew Lee on Jul 27, 2009 16:31:32 GMT -5
Phineas Andrew Lee ! You used to get it in your fishnets,
now you only get it in your nightdress. [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -“Nice try Evelyn.” Phineas had to hand it to Evelyn, for a quick second there he started to wonder if he actually did know the girl. She had tried to take advantage of his bad memory, and slightly slow nature. Unfortunately for her it didn’t work. Her pink hair kind of gave it away. The only person that Phineas could think of on the island with pink hair was the Martinez girl who played drum for Since Sin. (Phineas had taken it upon himself to at least know the last name of each member of each band). And despite their pink hair, the two of them really didn’t look alike at all. So Evelyn had lost this round of trying to get rid of Phineas. “Of course you do silly muffin!” Instead of just apologizing and scurrying off like a normal person would when they realized they weren’t wanted, Phineas just laughed. He smiled brightly and nodded his head. “Phineas. Drummer from Containment. You interviewed us not to long ago and glared at me a lot.” By acknowledging the fact that she didn’t like him out loud (well kind of acknowledging it) Phineas was attempting to show that he wasn’t about to turn and go anywhere. It simply wasn’t the kind of person he was.
You would have thought that the minute Phineas met someone who didn’t like him; he would avoid them all together, considering how much he disliked watching mean things happen. One would expect the minute he rubbed someone the wrong way and they treated him rudely that he would recognize it and just give the person their space. After all, Phineas absolutely adored making other people happy and he prided himself on being able to spot when someone was happy or just faking it. And one would expect that since coming across a person who hated his bubbly and vibrant personality as much as Evelyn did was so rare, one would expect Phineas to have enough common sense to recognize it immediately. But the truth was he didn’t recognize it was quickly as one would think. Sure he was eventually able to figure out that his presence wasn’t exactly ‘welcome’, but he simply chose to ignore it. Phineas stuffed his personality full of so much happy love and joy that he didn’t leave room to dislike anyone. Unfortunately it seemed that he left just enough room for people to dislike him. Especially the electric pink haired girl named Evelyn.
The interview with Evelyn had been just like any other interview the members of Containment had gone through. Personally Phineas found interviews kind of boring. Like if you wanted to know things about the band why not just read their blog? And if you had a question, why not just ask them yourself? Phineas would be more than happy to answer (almost) any questions he was asked about anything, especially when they involved Containment. Phineas loved his band more than anything else in the world (well except maybe pancakes and aliens.) And normally during interviews they revolved around one person instead of the whole band. And that person was usually the lead singer, and normally the drummer was the last person to have any sort of say in what was going on in the interview. Well as much as Phineas loved Leita, Sanders, and Peterson he refused to be pushed aside like he had been in his childhood. So to keep himself alert and excited Phineas was, of course hopped up on every type of sugary substance imaginable so he was in his usual out of control state. The rest of Containment was used to this side of Phineas by now, so it didn’t really faze them. But apparently it fazed Evelyn quite a bit. Every time that Phineas had opened his mouth to speak she had shot him evil dagger filled glares. That didn’t stop him of course. Nothing could stop Phineas Andrew Lee from talking.
But it seemed that the more Phineas tried to talk to Evelyn the more she couldn’t stand him. And in Finny’s mind that sort of thing just didn’t make sense. If someone had rubbed him the wrong way, but then actually tried to talk to him about it to figure out why, he probably start to like them just a little bit. Even if he didn’t start to like them, he would at least show them just a little bit of kindness. Everybody deserved a smile or a hug, and sometimes both. At least that was what Finny’s philosophy was on well pretty much his entire life. Then again, Phineas definitely wasn’t the person to talk to about not liking people and he would acknowledge that. Phineas liked everyone, well almost everyone. He wasn’t a fan of his parents, his brother or Stephanie. In fact, those were the four people that he actually didn’t like at all. But he certainly wouldn’t say he hated them. Hate was way too strong of a word. Hate was just a word that just didn’t belong in Finny’s vocabulary. No matter how much Evelyn didn’t like Phineas, there was no way that she could break him down so he didn’t like her.
Phineas didn’t bother waiting for an invitation to sit down. Maybe it was because he was incredibly impatient when it came to those kinds of things, or maybe it was because he knew he wouldn’t be getting on from Evelyn any time too soon. Phineas dropped down on the sand next to her towel, giving her some space of course. Phineas didn’t want to make himself look like a creeper (Although he wasn’t really doing all that great of a job anyway.) He was careful that his weight (what little there actually was) didn’t make any sand fly up on her or her towel when he did so. There was nothing worse than running across someone you didn’t like at the beach and then having them get sand all over your towel. Well from what Phineas expected. He could honestly say that such a thing had never actually happened to him. And he intended to keep it that way, at least for a little while. “So what are you reading?”
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