Post by TAWNY MARIAH HUGHES on Jul 30, 2011 21:15:26 GMT -4
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, margin: auto; line-height: 90%; padding-left: 70px; width: 400px] cause the road froze over on my way back home,  it's along october down here in the catacombs. it was not like her to mind her own business. tawny hughes was usually everywhere and in everything whenever she could be. she didn't want to be left behind or left out for even a second. she always had this sense she was missing something. that while she was off wrapped away in her thoughts, the world was having a wonderful time without her. some people found it annoying, the majority had learned to deal with it and some even welcomed it. tawny would talk to anyone and ninety-five percent of the time she had a good time doing it. when she finally quieted down, tawny was even a fantastic listener. she loved to play dr. phil for other people and for the most part, her peers welcomed her open ears. today was different. the busy day was coming to a close and tawny fought the current, sweaty adolescents take the role of forceful ocean waves. she pushed against strangers as they all headed toward cars or the venue doors. a couple of them gave her dirty looks, but for the most part everybody was happy. tawny could feel the hum of excitement around her. music tours were nothing short of amazing and that sense of a high didn't die down quickly. not after a day she assumed they all had been having. sometimes she couldn't believe she was here, doing this. this happened to be her merch job for love lost city. tawny wasn't much of a worker. she sold t-shirts, bracelets, and posters when she was supposed to, but she let the kids figure it out for themselves. the girl would smile sweetly and she'd chat for a couple of minutes before they determined what they actually wanted. to put it simply, the line at her merch table was a decent length. tawny also had somebody else put everything in order for her, because there was no way they'd sell anything if tawny was in charge. her shit was everywhere, all the time. she lost her stuff like nobodies business and almost lost her mind trying to find it again. anyway, she was walking. more like drifting. the sun was slowly starting to fade, streaking the sky a gorgeous red and gold. there were a couple of clouds out still, and tawny lifted her eyes to study them, imagining herself as a cloud. floating ever so lazily with not a worry in the world or some agenda to follow. she'd like to be a cloud, it looked easier than being a human. not that tawny's life was hard. pft, tawny was a deadbeat for sure. her parents barely called her anymore and her siblings had stopped trying. her relatives had pretty much branded her the family failure when she walked through the door with her first tattoo. she cared at first, oh she cared a whole bunch. she'd worried herself sick trying to get together a life plan. but it all fell through. tawny didn't care. she just wanted to be happy. wherever her feet took her, she'd be content. at least that's what she thought. clouds had it easy. no one told them where to go or who to be. yes, the more the twenty-one year old thought about it.. the more she was convinced. she wanted to be a cloud. so she was alone today. tawny wasn't feeling the need to run after gillian or callie. she was just fine being all by her lonesome and that's what she planned on doing for the rest of the night. if a friend dropped by she wouldn't turn them away, but tawny wasn't about to go look for trouble. nah, now she craved nothing more than a fuzzy blanket and some marshmallows. that would be the life. tawny finally broke through the swarm of kids, passing through the shadows of giant tour buses and excusing herself when she bumped into stragglers. tawny could see the venue from her spot and the ground was littered with water bottles and draw-string bags, broken wrist bands and candy wrappers. you could do some serious foraging after a tour date. there had been many times when tawny had come across a lonesome twenty dollar bill and other nick knacks of the sort. it had become a habit lately, going out there to see what she could find. it felt awesome, like striking gold. but it wouldn't cut it tonight. tawny finally surrendered to her protesting legs, coming to lay lightly on top of a parking curb. it wasn't extremely comfortable per say, but like tim gunn, she'd make it work. half her tiny little body was hanging off the side but the merch girl found some middle ground. a content sigh made it's way passed her lips and tawny lifted her fingers to blot out the sun from her vision. to anybody else she probably appeared to be insane. well now that she thought about it… she was insane. tawny laughed too much and smiled at nothing. the tattooed girl partied hard and rolled around with people who were just as fucked as she was. she wanted to be a cloud for crying out loud! the merch could blame it on drugs or alcohol, but she didn’t do near enough to seriously screw her up. maybe like the mad hatter, she was utterly bonkers. her family seemed to think so. her eyelids slowly began to close and tawny smiled lightly as she felt her long eyelashes tickle her skin. she didn’t know how much time had ticked by, but she figured she should have gotten up. it wasn’t particularly smart to lay down at dusk on a slab of concrete, but just like everything else, tawny put getting up off. TATI AS MAX, HOLY BUTT THIS SUCKS, 995 WORDS |
