* WHAT IF I CAN'T FORGET YOU?

[zeppelin felicity caesar]

[atrb=style, width: 435px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/260suao.jpg) ;] ------------------ growing up had never been something that zeppelin looked forward to. she had dreaded her eighteenth birthday, her twentieth, even her twenty first. and yet here she was, twenty four and art director of urban photography. had someone told her she would be here four years ago, she wouldn't have believed them. but she wasn't one to hold on to the past either, and while she had amazing memories photographing bands on tour, she was ready to move on to bigger and better things. she had been nineteen then and a little bit innocent, looking back, but she was twenty four now and hopefully had some more maturity in her. at least within some aspects--zeppelin would probably always have her carefree attitude, that little bit of immaturity in her that made her trust everyone and act like there were no consequences for anything she could do. it was why she didn't really know how to be a boss. urban photography was her baby, but she really was not into the whole "boss" thing. she was always a really outgoing, friendly girl, and it was hard for her to act like the boss. she was very light on terry, chelsea, chris, and lydia, to the point where she was really more of a friend than anything else. she liked it that way. yes, zeppi liked having things go her way as much as the next person, but she wasn't great at acting like she was above someone else. not that she was this sweet, adorable woodland creature--she was really just not into bossing people around. maybe it was the reason the studio was constantly a mess or that there was never a one hundred percent chance that something would get done on any given day, but either way, that was the way zep was in general. and what else had changed? travis was a little more anal about everything, ethan and emily had settled down, which both surprised her and didn't at all, and nate had gone to college and back, a new girlfriend of his own, levi and ace had moved away. none of it really bothered her much--she missed ace and levi, but zep wasn't someone who liked being stuck in one place and she kind of got it. she'd planned on going somewhere at one point too--maybe europe, south america, asia, or even just somewhere in the middle of the united states, for god's sake. she had decided against it in the end. for a girl who was constantly feeling claustrophobic staying in one city for too long, even when she was living in delaware, she knew she'd be homesick. homesick for los angeles. if not for the actual place, then for the people she would have to leave behind. she had considered that right after she and nate broke up and he went to college. zeppelin wasn't really one to cry over a breakup. in fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had done that. they really hardly even upset her. breaking up with travis was a little bit of a relief, to be honest, because it was pretty obvious that they were better as friends than as boyfriend and girlfriend. other than that, most of her relationships had been short-lived and she'd really just dated around a lot. plus, her parents never really even put much of an emphasis on love. sex was a different story--growing up in a little bit of a hippie household, her parents were a somewhat too open about that, to the point where zeppelin found it highly uncomfortable. but her parents never did things like going out to dinner by themselves or buying each other valentine's day cards. she hadn't really grown up like the rest of her friends, which was something she tried to not to make obvious, because honestly she wasn't really too proud of it. she didn't care much about it, but she didn't like her friends knowing too much about it. she'd been known to call her parents by their first names sometimes, and of course travis, ethan, emily, and nate knew her entire family all too well, but there were some things she preferred to keep under wraps. things that were never a big deal, but sounded like they were when spoken. it could have been the reason that zeppelin was all bark and no bite--that is, if you'd just heard a conversation between her and a good friend, she would probably come off as a bitch with a huge ego and probably a little bit of a slut. when in reality, zeppelin was surprisingly prude. she wasn't a virgin, but she was definitely more talk than anything. she always had this mock bitch thing with her. terry and the other photographers had already left for the night, and it was just zeppelin at the studio. she didn't really know how it happened, but somehow they had actually gotten things done today. the sun was getting ready to set, but she wasn't in the mood to go home. really, she'd set up a mattress in the studio if she could and just never go back to her apartment. zep scanned the room, quickly taking in everything around her, all the mess. she exhaled lightly, gathering the mess of papers on the desk in front of her, looking through them. she rolled her eyes, realizing that she needed exactly none of them. zeppelin spun around in her chair and tossed them in the recycling, then looked around the room again. this could be a long night. this is 932 words for ash as cody. also this sucks ugh sorry B|.

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[CODY LIAM BEAUMONT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=style,background:url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text114.jpg); width: 410px; height: 250px;] admittedly, cody was bored. he wasn't about to spin some intricate web of lies that depicted him as samaritan of the year or something like that. he truly, one hundred percent honestly had nothing else to do. he had been sitting at his desk for the past two and a half hours debating which would be faster when it came to killing himself; shoving the overly-sharped number two pencils through his throat, or stapling his heart repeatedly. neither seemed like pleasant options, and he wasn't that bored to go through with it. he needed something else better than pounding his head snowy blonde head against his keyboard. this was god damn ridiculous. though, he was strangely thankful for the slow day too. as a public relations manager, it meant that nothing was really wrong currently. obviously life was never perfect, but the fact that no papers were stacked on the corner of his desk meant that no drunk lead singer pissed on an audience member lately, and no slutty drummer had affiliations with an underage girl backstage. nope. none of that scummy, slimy, crumby stuff crossed his path today, and it was truly a miracle. he decided he needed to not only cure his boredom, but also have a slight celebration for everyone on the label's recent good behavior. what better way to do that than grab himself a nice dinner? cody decided he could improve it. he'd share it with someone. zeppelin was his go-to girl. he might not have made it an obvious thing with his subdued and 'cool, calm, and collected' exterior, but it was true. cody often went to zep first whenever he was in need, or in need of company. truthfully, he liked knowing that he could count on zeppelin. whether she knew it or not, she could count on him as well. for anything, really. he'd been there for her in the past although he had had a horrible way of showing it, and even now, he was just a phone call, text, or shout away from being at her side. they didn't really visit each other as much as cody would have liked, but he attributed that to her busy schedule and his lazy lifestyle. seeing her was always a good time, considering she made him laugh until his sides ached and her face made him fill up with butterflies... but he couldn't help but feel like he never got enough of her. call him selfish if you want, but he couldn't help it. he had never really known 'limits' in life, so why start now? he knew he could be a bit overbearing and annoying at times, and while he was out and about gathering his chinese takeout order (for two), he decided he might as well turn this into a "i'm sorry i suck as a human being" dinner as well as a celebratory/i'm bored get together. quaint, eh? cody didn't even bother to text her. one look at the clock on his cell phone told him where she would be, and what she'd be doing. no, he was no stalker. he and zeppelin texted on and off enough times at this time of night to learn each other's schedules for the most part. if she felt like procrastinating and if he felt like being his usual slacker self, the messaging would fly. though, if one of them really needed to get something done, the phones were tucked away, and business was literally taken care of instead. cody had a sense that this was one of those nights, and decided he would make his visit quick. he arrived at the urban photography headquarters with a happy grin and the scent of (hopefully) zeppelin-approved vegan chinese food wafting in after him. the place seemed to be pretty empty which was a spooky thought, and he had to give zeppelin props for her dedication to be here on her lonesome. as way too many people knew, cody had a slight fear of the dark, and it just wasn't his ideal cup of tea to be anywhere 'after hours,' really. he'd gladly make an exception for zeppelin, though. cody was conscientious enough to make sure he made his presence well known before entering zep's domain. he wasn't about to try and sneak up on her and scare the shit out of her or anything like that. he whistled his usual tune after closing the main door behind him, and he would have only been the most friendly of all ghosts in case zep was worried about some haunted entity being with her. cody was harmless, and the abundance of scrumptious gifts he had bundled up on his arms was a true sign of that as far as he was concerned. how did i know i'd find you here? he snickered after pushing the door to zeppelin's little studio open with his (sort of) free hand. you're quite the workaholic these days, z. he grinned and made himself at home, setting the bags down on the floor at his feet as he rolled up his shirt sleeves. i figured you might be hungry. cody said rather sheepishly, realizing how cheesy he sounded. why hadn't he thought about that on the way over? oh well. food was food. how have you been... besides busy? 890 WORDS FOR SIENNA AS ZEP SRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ):

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[zeppelin felicity caesar]

[atrb=style, width: 435px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/260suao.jpg) ;] ------------------ at this point, she was chewing her long, chocolate colored hair and sitting cross legged on the desk itself, stopping to look at random papers or photos before tossing them. she was almost as bad at this as she was at cleaning her own apartment--stopping every few minutes to play with something she found the least bit interesting. zeppelin caesar, she had the attention span of a hamster. she sifted through a few piles of needless clutter, the recycling bin eventually making its place on the desk next to her, files thrown onto the swivel chair she usually spent too much time spinning in and adjusting the height on. losing track of time, her sandals had floated away from her feet, and a lollipop somehow found its way into her hand, unwrapped itself and stuck itself into her mouth, staining her lips cherry red. zep was going through photos now, tossing some face down--a couple crappy shots of down over dover, some blurry ones of hot seekers. she couldn't remember who had taken them or why they had even been printed, for god's sake, but with that, the bin had been completely filled to the top, and there was a clean circle around her, the floor visible within a five foot radius of her. slowly, she was realizing that she was sitting barefoot on her desk with a recycling bin, red lips and a red tongue, and a short white paper stick in her mouth that was no longer sweet, and she could hear a whistling behind her that she could recognize in a heartbeat. outside of the little group of friends she was pretty much attached at the hip to, cody might have been her best friend. and to be honest, she liked having him around, a breath of fresh air. and he was so easy to talk to--while zeppelin hardly ever had an awkward silence in a conversation since she was so chatty, they were even less rare around him. she hardly ever saw him anymore, or at least it felt that way to her, but zep kind of missed cody. maybe it was because she was at the studio so often or because he was--what was it that he did? public relations? she could be so dense sometimes that two of her best friends could have a job doing something and she would have absolutely no idea what exactly it was that they did. either way, these days when she heard the low buzz of her vibrating phone, she found herself hoping it was him. she hadn't realized it at first, but it was becoming increasingly common. there were a lot of people who came and went in zeppelin's life, but he was one who had ended up sticking around. okay, so she was a little bit notorious for keeping ex boyfriends in her life. it was just that she had problems taking things seriously--it wasn't like they'd been married and he'd been cheating on her for years or anything. her possibly problematic philosophy hadn't really even gotten into too much trouble. to be honest, she probably valued friendship over her relationships anyway. at least, depending on who her boyfriend was. more than that, again, she definitely took relationships less seriously than friendships, the opposite from most people. well, she had two ex boyfriends now who were two of her absolute best friends, three including cody. why should he have been any different? she heard the whistling first and then faintly smelled chinese food, not realizing how she looked until the door opened with a clink and she looked up, dark hair long and frazzled up in a messy top knot, sitting still cross legged and barefoot while chewing the tasteless short white stick between her teeth, lips that looked like they had been bleeding. "well, you didn't exactly catch me at my proudest moment," she said, hopefully jokingly. zep turned around to slide off the desk into her shoes, letting her hair down and throwing what was left of her long gone lollipop in the trash. "workaholic? i wouldn't quite use that word..." she mused, flipping her annoyance of her mass of hair over one shoulder. zep smiled, biting her lip. "today's been the only day in awhile that i actually got work done. anyway, i've really just been cleaning," she rambled on. zep propped her foot up on the chair behind her to pull the strap of her gladiator sandal over her heel. "i mean, i'm always hungry. i'm just dandy. but to be honest, you were the last person i was expecting, what with your whole being scared of the dark thing," she told him, kicking the recycling bin under the desk. this is 800 words for ash as cody. also i wrote this on & off since you replied hence the suckishness/shortness omg sorry.

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[CODY LIAM BEAUMONT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=style,background:url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text114.jpg); width: 410px; height: 250px;] when it came to zeppelin, cody had learned to expect the unexpected. she wasn't insane or unpredictable or anything, but she was definitely a bit more spontaneous and riled up than most of his other friends. granted, he spent most of his day dealing with grumpy men in suits and filed complaints, but he still knew that zeppelin was different. not in a weird or unlikable way, either. he really did like everything about her, inside and out. spending time with zep was always a trip, and even if he wasn't always invited, he knew that as long as he brought some type of food along with him, he'd be as welcome as ever. who could complain about getting a free meal? cody knew that anyone who came by his office and dropped off a little something extra would be cherished in a special place in his heart for the rest of time. he was easy to please, and always had been, really. this was something that he was rather aware of, and with the amount of time spanned over many years that he spent with zeppelin, she had to be pretty clued in on as well. he was practically all smiles all the time, so it was pretty obvious either way. cody raised a speculative brow as he examined zeppelin's current perch and predicament to try and decipher why this wasn't exactly the best time for her. he still really wasn't ever totally surprised by anything that she did, but he could sort of understand how she might feel that way. he hoped he hadn't embarrassed her or anything by dropping in. he hated to make people all flustered. he knew how it felt to be put on the spot and he hated it quite a bit. at least this was a visit on friendly terms, and not something business related, right? if i had called first, it would've ruined the surprise, cody shrugged, half apologetically. the other part of him didn't really care that much. sure, he felt bad for just arriving unexpectedly, but she could kick him out if she wanted. this was practically her business after all, and after their long friendship, he wouldn't really take offense to it. he liked honesty. cody gave a small laugh before shaking his head. alright then, slacker. he corrected himself. i guess i just caught you on a lucky day, then. he grinned brightly, almost proud of himself somehow for having these 'future-predicting' skills that enabled him to pick today out as a 'good' one. whatever. he looked around her office and attempted to compliment (or tease her) about her cleaning job, but he wasn't really sure what it all meant. the stacks of papers looked neat, but if it was all garbage or something, was the room really clean? shit... what did he care? he simply left it alone and focused his attention back on zep and her red lips and... stop. cody kicked himself mentally. why did he always have to do that? sure, he could blame his wandering mind on the fact that he was a boy and all boys did that sort of thing, but he knew there was more to that. he knew that he still at least a little bit interested in zep, but he was highly determined to keep those stupid lingering feelings to himself. why go through the embarrassment? his lips forms a tight line at her little jab about the dark. oh, ha-ha, he cogitated; clearly not amused. you know, i almost got mugged the other night walking down main street. a whole horde of people thought i was that draco malfoy guy and were totally going to come after me. he defended himself with a lost sense of victory. he knew he was pretty lame, but it didn't really matter. with zep, everything seemed to turn into a light-hearted and fun-filled joke or play session. he liked that quite a bit, but he didn't know how willingly he would admit to enjoying zeppelin caesar's teasing and tormenting. he'd probably never hear the end of it. even though you apparently don't appreciate me, i thought i would do a nice thing. he felt like sticking out his tongue or shoving her or something but this wasn't high school any more. sometimes it felt that way with the childish direction that their antics could take... but not now. he went ahead and settled down into an open spot on her desk and shuffled around with his bag. have you done anything super adventurous lately? he asked as he cracked open a fortune cookie, feeling like he'd been sort of out of the loop lately in the 'best friend' way of things. they were pretty close, but they were both also pretty busy. it wasn't really a big deal, but cody did miss zep. deep down, at least. 816 WORDS FOR SIENNA AS ZEP LALALA I SUCK ILY

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[zeppelin felicity caesar]

[atrb=style, width: 435px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/260suao.jpg) ;] ------------------ zeppelin wasn't the kind of girl who got embarrassed easily. she didn't mind being sung "happy birthday" in a public place (and since her birthday was independence day, it usually was) and she was that one person who'd pick dare over truth, every time. or if she did pick truth, you would have to expect an extremely honest answer-- maybe too honest. both a strength and a flaw, zeppi didn't have any shame. on one hand, it was how she'd become art director of a photography studio, but on the other hand, she was pretty much the tmi queen. she tried to stay modest, but this wasn't a huge deal when you considered the fact that she had answered the door in a t shirt and underwear before, and that wasn't just a one time deal either. oh well! she didn't care how she looked in front of the pizza guy when she was vegetarian, let alone cody beaumont. especially if he had food-- oh, that was a whole different story. if it was vegan and edible, zeppelin would eat it. not that there was a plethora of vegan food all the time at her disposal, though. whatever, the girl was really always hungry. she shook her head at his comment. if i had called first, it would've ruined the surprise. zeppi really never minded when anyone stopped by, even if she was working. especially if she was working. if they weren't in possession of firearms, they were always welcome. zeppelin liked distractions, especially if they were blond and had brought food with them. "no, it's a good thing you brought food, or else i'd have kicked you out by now," she said with a straight face and barely any sarcasm to her voice, something zeppelin needed to work on. she was often sarcastic, but rarely sounded like it. of course, she was sure cody wouldn't take it the wrong way like other people usually did. actually, she was pretty sure it would have been fine if she did kick him out. she knew him well enough for that, right? either way, it didn't matter. again, she always liked visitors. zep kicked her foot off the chair behind her, gently brushing a tangle out of her messy hair. "i guess," she mused, watching him glance around the room. "hey. i tried! you should have seen this place three hours ago, okay?" she said defensively and not entirely seriously. obviously, because it was zeppelin and she had that bad habit of never being serious, and then getting really mad on the rare times she actually was, but there were only a few people she'd ever really gotten angry with. her little sisters must have been very familiar with that side of zeppelin, she may have gotten angry with travis before. no, it was definitely her two sisters who were actually able to agitate zeppelin to the point of her actually yelling at them. she loved them dearly, but she honestly didn't have much patience with the two of them compared to how she dealt with other people. even her brother, for god's sake. cody, though? maybe she had a little soft spot for him-- he could probably do whatever he wanted and zeppelin wouldn't mind. maybe it was a bad thing, but she would melt a little inside, to be honest. she still wasn't sure whether they were lingering feelings or what the hell she was thinking, but she tried her best to ignore whatever it was. zep didn't like overthinking things, especially things like this. she sat back down in the chair, crossing her legs again, laughing a little. "you were mistaken for tom felton? you should have been flattered," she teased, before continuing. "the hair, i get it. it's really so bright i'm surprised you don't get attacked by vultures during the day." zep set her elbow on the desk, her cheek in her hand, head tilted into it, wrinkling her nose in response to him. she pinched his cheek, always the overaffectionate aunt. "hey, chinese is my favorite. i could kiss you." she paused to crack open her own, reading the little slip of paper inside. "a closed mouth gathers no feet. i don't know what that means," she said, shrugging, talking mostly to herself. "adventurous?" she repeated, digging deep in her mind to come up with something. "i helped thea dye her hair totally blue for tour. that was quite a bathroom adventure." she stopped, realizing how that sounded, but deciding to leave it. "bathroom adventures" could be pretty bad. constipation, diarrhea, all kinds of adventures, but she bit her tongue. "what about you? what goes on in that wild world of public relations?" this is 820 words for ash as cody. also i hope you're not using firefox cause i just realized how bad this template looks in it B|.

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[CODY LIAM BEAUMONT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=style,background:url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text114.jpg); width: 410px; height: 250px;] cody appeared to be a pretty cocky individual for someone who was just living life behind the scenes, so to speak. many people who met him while he was hanging out at shows or recognized him from the occasional relapse records video blog would comment on the fact that he was pretty full of himself, made too many snide remarks, and needed to take the stick out of his ass. cody wouldn't necessarily disagree. part of him was of course, pretty jealous. he got to sit around all day in a pretty nice leather swivel chair, but all of his friends got to romp around on a stage in front of hundreds of people nightly and get paid for it. he knew it wasn't an easy job, but part of him still of course pined for it. he wouldn't mind packing all of his shit up and stowing away in a cramped van with eight people for four or five months out on the road. if it meant meeting new people, seeing new things, and playing awesome music... well, he would do anything. that was just a far-fetched dream, though. cody could barely keep a steady beat while clapping along to the rhythm of a song, much less keep up live with a guitar in his hands or drums at his feet. the thought of him being a musician made him laugh, actually. that dream died and withered at his feet back in fourth grade when he couldn't even blow the right note on a recorder. his job wasn't so bad, though, and it wasn't like cody was living each day with regret or remorse in his heart. there was no bad blood. cody was just a sarcastic and slightly moody individual by choice. he worked with people all day long, and sometimes, it got to him. just earlier this afternoon he had had to deal with someone who seemed borderline schizophrenic, wouldn't stop shaking his desk, and was definitely a mouthbreather. if cody hated anything in the world, it was a mouthbreather -- especially after coffee. however, he made the best of it, bit his tongue, and just waited until the second she was out of the room before he unloaded the witty and bitter remarks to the guy in the next office over. cody was decently kind for at least putting up with people, but there was always a point where he simply couldn't take things any longer. if he were in a band, canned up like sardines in a van with them for a quarter of the year... well, that probably wouldn't go so well. maybe the whole band thing wasn't so great after all. at least not for cody beaumont. besides, if he were out on the road, he wouldn't be able to listen to zeppelin's dry sarcasm on a daily basis and wonder if she really meant it or not when she dissed him. not that he cared, really. he simply shrugged as if it were no big deal that she would escort him out. i'm surprised you haven't hired a bodyguard or something to do dirty work like that for you, he teased, but also managed to keep out any tone of biting sarcasm from his voice. he could play this game just as well. the majority of he and zeppi's interactions were primitively playful. they were always at each other's throats in a joking and loving sort of way, if one could even imagine that. cody adored every waking moment of it, because there was no one quite like zeppelin caesar that could appreciate him and his horrible jokes and more importantly, let him get away with his bad puns and lack of fashion sense. he scowled down at her as she tried to stand up for her hard work. puh-lease, he groaned. it's your own fault for letting it get to be messy in the first place. he pointed out matter-of-factly, as if she didn't already know the obvious. after a moment or so, he let up, and his smile cracked through his straight face. he reached out to lightly shove zep; making it quite clear he wanted her to take him seriously as he fessed up. i'm kidding, you know. it looks a lot better than it usually does, he complimented her half-assedly. at least he was kind of trying. god forbid he accidentally piss her off so much one day that she really did kick him out. and for good, too. he wouldn't even be able to imagine that. picturing zeppelin erupting in anger it just... it wasn't really possible. cody lucked out in that he only saw zeppelin at her apparent best. however, to cody, anything zeppelin did had a bit of a light to it. he could always manage to peel back the layers in order to show others the goodness in her, just in case they were somehow blind to it. her laugh instantly had his own echoing in return. his slight scowl of discomfort turned into a full-fledged, cody-typical smirk and he rolled his bright eyes. they only thought i was him because it was dark out, he said with a bit of disappointment in his voice. he pretended to look hurt as zep commented on his hair, and held his hands over his heart in clear pain. fuck, z. he shook his head, rubbing the place over his 'love organ.' you're relentless today. he pouted before moving on quite quickly at the memory of food being around. ow, what the fu-... he slapped at her pinching hand, but then almost just as immediately found himself bending over to kiss the top of her head. what? she said she could have kissed him. he just made it easier on her and did it for her. it was innocent, after all. they were just friends. that was cody's story, and he was sticking to it. he was stirred from his thoughts by her babbling. at first he didn't realize she was reading her fortune, so he wrinkled his nose at her in slight disgust. what the fuck was she talking about? who did she think she was -- confucius? oh. he averted his eyes when he realized his mistake and went right along crunching; not even bothering with his yet. he simply pocketed the slip of paper and swallowed the mush that he'd been chewing. cody listened to her tale curiously; cracking a smile as she managed to peak his interest. he found himself sometimes staring at her lips while she talked, and silently yelled at himself for it. was he really still that immature high schooler who had dated her and always found himself fascinated by her? probably. blue? he snorted. and you make fun of me for having this color hair. oookay, zeppi. he pretended to be hurt again, but this time didn't play it up as much. it could get old after a while. he laughed aloud as she turned the spotlight back on himself. i had to deal with these intense business cards getting printed today. the ink cartridges were running wild and i practically almost lost my hand in a printer jam. he shook his head. pure chaos. you should have been there. it could've been one of those insane special documentaries on discovery channel or whatever. he nodded, getting more and more into this ridiculously concocted story. when office supplies go bad... he trailed off, before getting caught up in another whim. this time, it was his turn to pinch her. how come you never come visit me? he asked, almost for real offended. shit. i go out of my way to feed your 'starving artist' ass, and what do i get in return? 1295 WORDS FOR SIENNA AS ZEP WHY IS THIS SO RAMBLY/LONG EW SORRY BOO ):

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[zeppelin felicity caesar]

[atrb=style, width: 435px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/260suao.jpg) ;] that morning, zeppelin hadn't really planned to do anything differently. the inspiration she seemed to have gotten that day had come from nowhere, when it had been in hiding for so long. if someone would ask her what it was exactly that she did at work all day, she probably wouldn't even be able to answer them. she woke up late and wore a t shirt and jeans to work, for goodness sake. she didn't even dress up at all. only today, going into work at the same time she did every day, wearing the same type of clothes she wore every day, she had somehow ended up not falling asleep at her desk, taking an hour and a half lunch break and visiting travis and ethan at skyshot, or drawing little doodles on napkins. okay, that was a lie, she had ended up taking about ten minutes to write ethan a short, pointless note and then drawing an elaborate sketch of travis's face with enlarged eyebrows, dropping it off with rooney during her short lunch. whether it ever made it to him or not, zep was unsure. still, she wasn't counting it as actually doing what she usually did, taking a long lunch break and going over to talk to them, because technically that hadn't happened, right? it had been twenty minutes and she'd barely even eaten. she had shot wolves and foxes, even though she really left shooting up to the photographers these days. that was less awkward than it was probably expected to be, considering her ex boyfriend was in that band, but of course zeppi couldn't have really cared much about that. they were all technicalities, honestly. she kind of missed photographing bands, though. okay, that was a lie, she really really did miss it. especially live photography-- but she had been on tour before, and she knew it wasn't all photos and parties all the time. she remembered sleeping in cramped buses with virtually no privacy at all, and suddenly running a photography studio didn't seem half bad, no matter how much fun photographing tours was. if there was anyone's sass she could take, it was probably cody's. generally, zeppelin was a pretty easygoing girl, but eventually she would hit a point where she would just stop bothering. ramsey victoria was probably a good example of that. initially zep had liked her; ramsey was nice to her, but it was obvious that the younger girl wasn't all smiles. in cody's case, however, she somehow actually liked the way he acted, the way he seemed so calm and cool on the outside, maybe even apathetic, his sarcasm. anyway, if someone was oversensitive and was offended easily, obviously that wasn't a person who should have even been friends with zeppelin in the first place. she could barely remember the last time she was actually outwardly nice; she tended to mask her compliments in her light teasing, it seemed. still, she ended up biting her lip slightly as she replied, "i usually can get terry to do it for me during the day, but yeah i've yet to hire a night guard." as much as she tried, the poor girl couldn't really keep a straight face on for more than a few minutes before she would end up literally rolling on the floor laughing. not that she was exactly on the floor at the moment, but her face was fading. to be very honest, she probably gave cody more grief than she gave to anyone else. maybe it was an elementary school thing, you know, where she was mean to him because she had a massive crush on him or something. like helga and arnold. except instead of calling him football head, she was making fun of his hair. whatever, she tried not to let that enter her mind. she swore they were just good, even close friends. hell, she would have probably considered him one of her best friends. "yeah, well i'm not the only one who works here," she retorted, before conceding, "but yeah, ninety five percent of it is probably mine..." she wobbled back very slightly at his light shove, glancing up at him and still biting back a smile. "than it usually does? what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. of course, it was probably unnecessary to even say that she only meant it teasingly. "thanks, though. but i think i prefer it when you're mean to me, honestly. this feels unnatural," she replied. it really was probably impossible for him to ever insult her to the point she actually got mad. if he did, she probably would be stupid enough to laugh and think he was joking anyway. she really didn't ever take anything seriously. she let herself smile, his expression so classicly cody, his light colored eyes cast upward. "i don't know, i used to have a friend with platinum blonde hair and she always freaked out when we saw birds of prey because she thought they would attack her. i thought it was a blonde thing," she tried to explain. "i'm sorry, code, you just make it so easy for me." she laughed lightly and retracted her lobster claw from his cheek, enjoying the kiss on the top of her head probably a little too much. but it was whatever, their relationship was totally chaste, in her eyes. at least, that was what she tried to see. she told her little story about dying thea's (and her, for that point) blue, her left hand disappearing underneath her hair, pulling at the blue strip at the nape of her neck. "i really just don't understand how you can have hair like that naturally," she said, giving in to her urge to go ahead and touch it. "is it natural?" she listened to his epic narrative, settling back into her position with her elbow on the desk and her cheek in her hand, legs now crossed one over the other beneath her. "sounds intense, cody. i'm surprised you had the energy to come over here after all that," she said, smiling involuntarily. "i didn't realize your job actually was life threatening." she made a face as he pinched her, a little surprised at his question for some reason. she wasn't really even sure of the answer. how would she even respond to that? "i don't come to visit you?" zeppelin asked, mostly to herself rather than him. for some reason, she didn't really even visit the relapse offices that much. she really didn't know how to answer that. "i guess i should more often. but apparently there are these intense printer apocalypses over there and that worries me a little." this is 1156 words for ash as cody. also wHOA INTENSE onr.

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