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@ofwidceyedbrowns
“Sir, can you...uh...maybe help me? I....think I got lost” Elliot asked nervously. He had been here with a friend because she wanted to see some bands live, but he somehow managed to get lost and like always he didn’t had his phone with him, which made the whole situation much worse for him than it already was.
“ just stop, it doesn’t even matter anymore. ”
from the front bottoms starters | @ofwidceyedbrowns
“What do you mean it doesn’t matter anymore, Pete? Holy smokes, you know good and well it matters a lot.”
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“-------Sort of have a band. We don’t really get many gigs, though, and most of the time it ends up just being me playing my guitar in the park for spare change, or trying out new songs on my neighbor’s cat. But other than that, sure, totally the same thing.”
@ofwidceyedbrowns
“Excuse me what?” the blond frowned at the words the other had just spoken. He didn’t understand what the other wanted to point out or what he wanted from him, but he knew that he had never seen this guy before. “Dude, what’s that for a nonsense?”
I call this the “don’t kill reilly pls” masterpiece.
Featuring me in the background, with @siilverbulleted and @ofwidceyedbrowns.
Semi collaborated with the former on this for special details.
( From here ) || @ofwidceyedbrowns
With gaze averted, the mop top brunette allowed for a soft smirk to grace this facial features. Almost effortlessly and without hesitation he quipped, “One of my best friends, probably the realest person I know. Shit! I care about y o u man.”
WELCOME TO DEATH VALLEY PETE
Muse Name: Pete We/ntz Muse Age: 35 Which Group: Defender of the Faith Role: Defender Small Bio: Pete’s life was fairly normal before the little silver briefcase was left for them to protect. He was doing what he loved every single day, getting to live and breath music – it was anyone who spent their childhood guitar in hand’s dream, he used to say he was lucky, now he’s not so sure. When his best friend was kidnapped under their noses for the very briefcase they were supposed to be watching, all hell broke lose. Now him and the rest of the defenders are left trying to save not just his friend but the thing they were destined to defend from the day they began playing music, and they’ll sure as hell go down swingin’ for their cause.
@ofwidceyedbrowns from here
She felt bad that the shoe ended up hitting him in the face, mostly because she wasn’t exactly aiming for him in the first place--- well- more than likely, anyway. Jan’s own face twisted into a wince of her own as she hid her bare foot behind the other one that fortunately still held the opposite shoe.
“Sorry---- there, um-- there was a spider. It was a reflex, I swear. I’m really sorry, Pete, honest.”
Cue her best sheepish apologetic face she could muster.
