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Post by stella jane hudson on Jan 18, 2010 14:25:11 GMT -5
WE WERE THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF PROMISE we were the victims of ourselves ---------
"what about this shirt? i think flannel looks good on you." stella said in a thoughtful voice as she handed a black and white flannel shirt to noah. shopping was something stella loved doing. well, she was a stylist, so that might have been the tad bit obvious. a lot of the time, noah was her shopping partner. many peopl emight have found that odd, but she liked it. noah was a close friend of hers, since he was one of her brother's best friends. hell, they were bandmates, so. but stella got alone with noah really well, despite their opposite personalities. noah was sort of like an older brother to her. she loved him, dearly. she worried about him. she knew he had a problem with drugs, but she never really talked to him, or talked him out of it. she'd seen how he dealt when people were messing around with him and his drugs. she remembered when he thought travis from seduction by design had stolen his stash. it had gone on for almost three days! she had spent three days listening to him complain and talk bad about travis. stella herself just sort of sat there and let him get it all out. she knew tha was just what he needed. besides, they really didn't share the same opinion about travis. she kept her mouth shut when it came to him, because she knew how noah felt about seduction by design in general. his hatred for noah seemed to be twice the hatred for the band as a whole. and vice versa. it was a difficult predicament. thus, why stella tried her hardest to not get involved.
spotting a black jacket with a fuzzy faux fur hood, she grabbed it, tilting her head at it. she was in need of a new one. turning around to face noah again, she looked at him, unsure if she wanted to ask this, but she did. "so, how are you feeling? you know, after..." she'd heard about his trip from a few days ago, from none other than parker who heard of it from garret. she hadn't talked to him lately, and she felt bad about it. she had tried to get a hold of him but wouldn't you have known, her phone had decided to die. it had the best timing. so, she had asked winter to ask noah if he would come shopping with her today. she was sure he needed to just get out one day. sure, mentioning it probably was not the best idea in the world, but she was worried about him. sh eloved him like a brother, she couldn't just let him go through life thinking about his stash and how much he wanted it. she wanted to get his mind off of it. but she wanted to help him too. maybe talking about it and getting it off his chest would help..
but until he opened his mouth, she would just kepe throwing clothes at him. finding a black button down shirt, she threw it at him. "you look good in dark colors." she said simply, looking at him and smiling hopefully. she didn't sound like it, but her mind was preoccupied with the first time she had seen/found out about noah's little problem. the whole band had been together, hanging out for the night. stella had come along because...well, her brother was her ride home at the time. she hadn't known too much about noah at the time, but now she knew how much he depended on his stash. almost daily too. she never had said a thing to him about it. she figured it was his life, she had no say in it at all. if he wanted to do drugs, then he was perfectly entitled too. course, she'd recently heard about the problem that had come up his place, and it had been really awkward. she'd heard garret had taken whatever he'd found in the apartment andt aken it and had done something with it so noah couldn't get his hands on it. though it was honorable to do that, it might have been better to actually tell noah..
"do you.. do you want to talk, noah?" she said quietly, staring at a pair of jeans with a bit of embroidery on the pockets. she wasn't willing to make eye contact. she didn't want to hurt him anymore than he was already feeling. he was probably pissed off at garret, and she didn't want him to be pissed off at her either. she just wanted to make sure he was okay. he was her shopping buddy, and more than that. he was her best friend, she cared about him. she couldn't really stand seeing him in any sort of pain, withdrawl symptoms included.
tag? leigh <33 // noah words? eight oh four. D: other? i'm sorry. >.<
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Post by noah harry charlton on Jan 18, 2010 16:47:43 GMT -5
hold your breath til we cross the sundown, THIS IS THE MOMENT, TIME IS RACING, SLOW IT DOWN.
Noah's eyes were angled downwards but not really looking at anything, his back straight and totally not at ease. Truthfully, Noah hadn't been at ease in quite a few days, at least not since Garret had taken his whole stash when he'd tripped out for the first time in a year. He hadn't been too shocked to hear the news had spread of him doing so... Garret was not exactly one to keep his mouth shut apparently. Noah knew he'd upset Winter during it so it was too unlikely that she would have told a large amount of people. His outfit was kind of testament to how he was feeling since it consisted mostly of black colours. Not only that but he wrapped up like it was a freezing cold snowy day. His hands had been stuffed in his pocket for as much time as he could to try and hide the shaking. Winter had told him that he needed to go out shopping with Stella, their stylist, but he had to wonder how many time he would have to lie to her. It wasn't that he needed clothes, by god, the boy had more then most of the girls on the label with his usual passion for shopping and buying things that he didn't really need. Scratching the back of his neck, Noah glanced sideways at Stella and attempted a smile as she handed him a shirt that she recommended. He really did appreciate that she was trying, he loved Stella to bits. She was like a sister to him really, something that he liked considering he couldn't see his own very much at all with her living in New Jersey. Of course, the mother situation didn't help matters either. It was almost a year to the day now when he'd last had contact with her through that dreaded letter that now both Garret and Winter knew about. No, Noah loved shopping. It wasn't a case of now that he had money he didn't know what to do with it, rather he'd never struggled financially and so was used to buying with some degree of taste. "Yeah, that's good." Noah said in agreement to the first shirt, he was trying at least. It was the first time he'd been out of his room in like three days and his hat was still on top of his head from when... Garret had cut his hair terribly for him. Sighing internally, Noah didn't even know if they were friends anymore. Did he want to be friends with someone that stole his stuff? He certainly hated on Seduction By Design enough about that issue.
Rubbing his left eye with his free hand, Noah sniffed once in habit but stopped and stared at Stella as she asked him the question, incredibly unsuredly mind, which gave him proof that the news had spread. Noah stopped himself from frowning and shrugged as if no big deal. "I'm fine. Great even. Never been better. In fact, I probably couldn't be better." That was four lies out of the way in one go. Success? Noah busied himself with other things, picking out clothes that had no appeal to him but just so he wouldn't have to look at Stella. He took the black button up that she handed to him and gave her a smile in return. "Honey, I look fabulous in anything." Noah almost did the 'oh no, girlfriend' click along with the overly feminine voice he put on but that meant actually having full and complete function of all of his body and he wasn't going to risk that. Yes, he may be withdrawing and yes, he may be pretty pissed off right now, but he was still Noah, and Noah was still pretty close to Stella. Luckily, they'd gone out in the day so the crazy fan girls couldn't come running up to him and disturbing their shopping trip because although Noah was always polite, he didn't want to risk doing anything that Kenzie would hate him for later. It would just be the icing on top of a fantastically shit cake of a day. Humming to himself, Noah glanced through the rack of shirts. He never wore anything particularly formal but he did still have his own style. It usually just consisted of skinny womens jeans and t-shirts but he wasn't a stranger to a waistcoat even if it did show just how skinny Noah was. Who cared? Maybe he'd put on loads of weight now he was pretty much blacklisted from getting drugs in the whole of the L.A area. Noah shook his head slightly as his eyes took in the clothes on the rack, imagine, a fat Noah. He wondered if the press would still speak to him then. Stella would have a hell of a job on her hands. Noah continued to glance through the racks even when the question he'd been expecting from the buildup came about. There was nothing he could do but answer honestly and so Noah glanced at her and looked her straight in the eye. "I really, really, really don't."
No, what Noah wanted the most right now was for everyone else to butt out of his business. He wouldn't say that to Stella of course, that would just be plain rude. But his privacy was the whole crux of his dilemna. Garret had made the decision for him that he was going to get clean, something he didn't want, or at least didn't want to attempt. He knew he was an a grade bitch when he hadn't had a fix, and yet his so called close friend had taken his entire stash from him when he was incapable of stopping him. To Noah that was bang out of order."What I do want to do is have a stellar shopping trip with Stella." he nudged her slightly, "You see what I did there?" He noticed that she couldn't keep eye contact and he frowned a little. Hanging the clothes on the rack for a minute, Noah reached out an arm and curled it around Stella, pulling her into a hug. It was almost as if he was making her feel better, probably because it would take more of a less then legal substace to improve his mood. "Please don't worry about me as well. Okay?" He tried to give her a reassuring smile as he pulled back from the hug and Noah hoped it was at least a little successful. People simply needed to stop trying to take care of him. He was nineteen after all. Grabbing the clothes she'd picked out, Noah linked her arm through his with his hand stuffed into his jacket pocket, as they walked to the chnaging rooms. "You can come in with me if you want...?" Noah said with a cheeky smirk at her. Withdrawing Noah was still Noah behind all the angst.
tagg, your it, doll face.RINI!/STELLA!
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Post by stella jane hudson on Jan 19, 2010 15:52:23 GMT -5
WE WERE THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF PROMISE we were the victims of ourselves ---------
she looked at him, looking put out. "could you please make it seem like you're at least a little excited? it's no fun when you're all .... " she didn't know how to put it, and she didn't want to risk saying anything that could make the situation worse. so she shut her mouth and looked down at the rack of jeans in front of her. she suddenly became interested in a cute pair of jeans shorts, and focused her attention on it. she hated seeing noah like that. she loved the boy just as much as she loved her brother. she hated seeing him hurt. she knew that going through the withdrawl symptoms were bad for him; he had never gone this long without his daily fix. deep down, she knew garret had the right idea, but she figured it would be better to maybe have talked to noah, after he was sober, so help him. not plain out steal his stash when noah was tripping. at least then the conversation would have been civilized, and maybe their friendship would be intact still. she had logged onto the chat one day, or almost logged on, and had seen what went down with garret and noah. she was almost fure that that friendship would be back anytime soon. hell, she was kind of sure that it would not be all right ever again. noah took his drugs seriously, no matter how much she wished he would get over it.
looking at him as she heard him talking, she gave him an unsure look, but didn't say anything. instead she just placed the shorts she had picked up back on a random spot on the rack and decided to look through the shirts. she could tell right away that he had of course been better off. she hated that he felt like he needed to say this, but she didn't now what to say. he was going through withdrawls, it wasn't like stella really knew what to do about those. hell, she didn't even know what to do when someone went through a hangover. she was honestly stupid when it came to things like that. she tracked her brain, trying to find something else to say that would take it away from this depressing topic, but when she heard his cocky statement back to him, she laughed slightly. that was a typical noah statement. "you're lucky, darling." she said in a very awful impersonation of a high strung fashion designer. she looked through the racks, finding a few pairs of jeans that would have been good on him, as well as a few things for himself. she made two piles. actually, it was she found stuff for him and threw them at him while she kept the stuff she wanted for herself slung over her arm. she heard herself asking him if he was okay. she didn't look up at him; she stared at a purple pair of skinny jeans she found. she threw them at him, determindedly looking away until she heard him talking. she looked up, making eye contact with him, and as he finished answering, she nodded her head quickly, going to the other side of the racks, near him, to see what else she could find.
"i think we need more jeans for you... you're getting taller." she said simply, though she felt a small grin crack on her face as he made a little joke out of her name. she got that a lot; noah definitely wasn't the first. but she kept her gaze down, not wanting to say something else to upset him. she was bad with these kinds of things. sometimes she said things that couldn't help the situation at all, and she was sure that whatever she had to say wouldn't help him at all. she was about to turn to a different rack of clothes when she felt an arm swing around her, pulling her into a hug. smiling, she wrapped an arm around his waist as she looked up at him. hearing his, well, request, she looked up at him before sighing. she nodded as she grabbed a hold of a pair of dark green skinnies. 'if you say so. here." she threw the jeans along with the rest of the jeans and shirts she pulled out for him. "i'm pretty sure these are the right sizes for you." she said, smiling slightly as she found a pair of black skinnies with a little glittery embroidery on them. she added them to her own pile of clothes to try on as she felt noah link an arm through hers. laughing slightly, she started walking with him towards the changing rooms. hearing his question, she rolled her eyes at him. "i mean, if you want help unzipping your jeans.." she said nonchalantly, shrugging. she was used to this, and she often answered back with her own cheeky little answers. none of them felt awkward when it was with noah. had it been parker or mason, her face probably would have been right red right then and there.
entering the changing room, she unlinked an arm and walked into one of the stalls. "all right. mix and match, you see what goes well, or at least what you think goes well, and we'll both com eout and we'll se if those work." she said. she could be slightly bossy when it came to her clothes. she knew that if the band didn't look good, it reflected on her as a stylist, and she didn't that. she already got crap because she was only eighteen and working as a stylist for a band signed onto a record label. she didn't need anyone to mock the band because their stylist was still old enough to be in high school, or just starting college. stripping out of her current outfit, she pulled on the pair of black jeans with the embroidery she found, along with a black and white stripped gray sweater. sure, sort of monotone, but she liked the effect it had. plus, the jeans were super comfortable. opening her door, she walked out and knocked on his door. "come on! let me see."
tag? leigh <33 // noah words? one oh four zero other? idk about it. XD
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Post by noah harry charlton on Jan 26, 2010 16:18:32 GMT -5
hold your breath til we cross the sundown, THIS IS THE MOMENT, TIME IS RACING, SLOW IT DOWN. Noah grabbed the jeans and various shirts that she threw in his direction and hung them over his one arm. A lot of them were the kind that he wouldn't pick for himself but Stella was their stylist and he wasn't prepared to argue with her on the fashion front. It was what she specialised and did a kick ass job in after all. i mean, if you want help unzipping your jeans.." Noah grinned for the first time in a while. Trust Stella to be able to cheer him up considerably so quickly. "Well, what can I say? Sometimes it gets stuck." which causes one of the women to have to help him. Smirking, Noah licked his bottom lip slightly and shrugged. "It's not my fault I have trouble with them... every day." At shoots and things, Stella and the rest of the crew usually had a couple of runners who Noah would be able to use to his own advantage, in a typical Noah way of course... nothing bad. Just cheeky. Of course it had backfired once when it turned out the zip actually was stuck and some burly man twice Noah's height and weight had walked up to him. That was a mistake he wouldn't make again. The dude had practically lifted him into the air, as well as almost trapping vital organs. Smirking at Stella, Noah got his direction from the assistant who pointed him to the empty changing space. Pointless really, considering how there was no one else in there. Ignoring that fact, Noah headed in and stopped with his hand on top of the swinging door thing as Stella spoke. He nodded and let out an "Okie dokie. Will do." before stepping in and throwing the stack of clothes Stella had collected for him onto the bench.
Looking up into the mirror, Noah stopped what he was doing. Jesus, did he look a mess. His face wasn't its usual vibrant lightly tanned self and his eyes weren't bright like normally. No wonder Stella had asked how he was and if he needed to talk. If a picture of him like this got out... anyone with eyes would be able to see what was happening to Winter Pursuit's lead singer. This was affecting him hard. Unzipping his coat and pulling off his shirt, Noah shook a little at how cold he felt. In actuality, the room was pretty warm but under the circumstances.... Threading his arms through the black and white flannel shirt that Stella had originally handed to him, he left it open as he pulled off his black jeans and pulled on a pair of darkish blue ripped jeans that were pretty baggy, at least compared to his usual skin tight type. Frowning a little, Noah did them up quickly before pulling them down so they sat far enough down. He wasn't a freak... he didn't wear his jeans past his hips. They actually looked pretty good, Noah twisted to look over his shoulder in the mirror to see his behind. Now, the difficult part. Glancing down, Noah lifted his hands and tried to thread the small buttons through the holes in the shirt... his hands, however, refusing to co-operate and instead shake a whole amount. The more he tried to steady them, the worse they became. "come on! let me see." Noah's head snapped up and his eyes bore into the door. "Yeah! Hold on." He'd only managed to do the first button so far... who was she kidding? Now he was being rushed, Noah's hands shook even more and he huffed once in frustration. It wasn't going to work. Chewing his lip, Noah sighed slightly before swinging open the door to look at Stella. "I, uhm." God, this was embarrassing as ever. Rubbing his forehead, he tried again, although his voice was quiet and very un-Noah like. "I can't do it." Lifting his hands a little, he closed his fingers into fists after a moment of it being obvious how much he was shaking. There was no hidden meaning behind him blatantly asking her for help to do up the shirt. He just genuinely couldn't do it.
Sniffing, Noah moved out of the changing room so she could see his clothing choice herself. He personally thought he looked okay in it... apart from the dark eyes and slightly ashen face. But then, that didn't really matter. It was up to Stella really because she was the one who took it incredibly seriously. The majority of the time... especially at times like now, Noah would be happy in just wearing soft jogging bottoms and a t-shirt, but apparently that just wouldn't do. He had way too many women in his life, with Winter, Kenzie, Libby and Stella who would all want him to look fairly decent and wearing slacker clothes wasn't really what people had in mind in terms of marketing for their band. Shame, really. "So, what do you think?" Noah didn't mention the shaking of his hands because he really didn't want to talk about it. It was obvious the reason behind it and he knew now that Stella knew he was withdrawing so there was no need to approach it. Stepping closer to the full length mirror at the end, Noah turned a little to look at the side angle. "I'm not really used to something that isn't hugging my crotch." Noah stated idly, with a certain air of bluntness. It was certainly a slightly new direction and although it wouldn't change the world, maybe a bit of change was exactly what he needed. Turning around, Noah looked at Stella and his eyes looked at what she was wearing. "Woah. Nice choice of the clothes, Stell. They look good." He smiled at her with honesty, his arms crossing against his chest to try and hide the shaking, not really from Stella as she knew now but more from himself. He didn't want to be reminded too much of what he felt like inside.
tagg, your it, doll face.RINI!/STELLA!
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Post by stella jane hudson on Feb 6, 2010 14:46:42 GMT -5
WE WERE THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF PROMISE we were the victims of ourselves ---------
she tried not to laugh as noah replied to her cheeky little answer. the face of one of the women that were in charge of the changing room was funny. "you just have awful luck with jeans then, noah, darling." she said bluntly. "maybe you should stick to sweatpants..." she said in a mock thoughtful voice. she was pretty dead sure he would not wear sweatpants out in public. she wouldn't even dare suggest that to him. she nodded her head at the assistant that pointed them towards two empty changing stalls. it wasn't like there was anyone there. nodding her head absent-mindedly as he agreed to come out and let her see, she walked into her own stall to try on the clothes she picked for herself. normally when she went shopping for the band she rarely picked clothes for herself. it was strictly work. but it was with noah; at the moment the shopping was just for fun, for noah to get his mind off things. she knew alot was going on with him, so she figured he needed a day where he could just not worry. so she made a pact with herself; no more asking him if he was okay. she was pretty sure that would not help them at all.
as she got out of her stall, she looked herself in the big mirror that was outside the stalls. she really did look monotone. scrunching her face up as she turned slightly, she decided she liked it. it was actually cute. stella was actually one of those people that liked bright colors but she actually liked what she'd picked up. she turned around in a circle slightly just as noah opened his door to come out of his stall. she stopped herself suddenly, nearly falling slightly. catching herself an hastily making it look like she was fixing her shirt, she tilted her head at him as he said he couldn't do it. she looked up and down for a minute, tilting her head. after about a minute of scrutinizing him, she smiled, nodding her head. "it's good for you." taking a few steps closer, she reached up. "i'll finish it up." she mumbled as she did up the buttons he hadn't done. it was actually kind of cute. in a chidlike way. but she wouldn't say that. she was pretty sure he would not think that. as she stepped back to allow him to look at himself in the full mirror, she laughed slightly as he commented on the pants. "we'll get a pair of crotch hugging pants if you want too. but the relaxed look works well for you too." she said idly as she watched him. it really did suit him. she didn't understand the need to constantly wear tight pants. she herself liked wearing somewhat baggy jeans. tight jeans were hella hard to move in, she thought to herself as she stared down at her feet. she wondered if she'd have money to buy a new pair of shoes.
looking up as he said good choice of clothes, she grinned, shrugging. "it's a little monotone for me but i like it. it's warm." she said simply, hugging her arms around herself as though to prove they were warm. though she didn't understand how that proved that.... eh. she wouldn't ponder it. uncrossing her arms, she looked into the stall noah had been in. "how much more do you have to try on?" she couldn't exactly remember what clothes she'd picked out for him. whenever she was "working", her mind did not pay attention. she just grabbed and threw it at him. "if there's any you don't like.... suck it up and try it on anyways." she flashed him a grin as she started to make her way back into her changing room. she was always like that. she never really meant that. if noah hated something he could just as easily throw it over the wall seperating their two dressing rooms at her, a hint that she could put it back. at least that's what she thought he would do. it would have been an easy way to tell her.
closing the door behind her, she quickly changed out of what she was wearing, hanging them delicately on their respective hangers. she searched through the clothes she'd acquired for herself, which weren't that much at all. pulling on a pair of skinny jeans, a purple pair of skinny jeans no less, she also threw on a 30 seconds to mars shirt she'd apparently grabbed. she was pretty sure noah would approve of that outfit, harhar. skinnies were his favorite. pulling her shoes on, she walked out of the dressing room to, once again, glance at herself in the big mirror. hm... she liked it. sure, the pruple was a bit much, but she was rather fond of it. shrugging, she did her routine turn around to see it from all angles again before she said absent mindedly. "come on noah! you're taking longer than i am...." she said idly, sitting down on one of the benches that were there, for what reason stella didn't know.
tag? leigh <33 // noah words? eight sixty four other? i'm sorry. >.< again
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