Post by noah harry charlton on Mar 24, 2010 12:44:27 GMT -5
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Noah smirked evilly and evil it was, although the mask over his mouth and nose covered it from view. His eyes glinted a bit and he lifted the lime green spray can up to fairly close to the metal so that it was concise, after all, he wanted the writing to be visible from a distance. Hell, Noah knew this particular stuff didn't come off metal which made it all the more fantastic. He shifted a bit and felt Mason groan underneath him. "Suck it up, Mason." He patted the guy's head as he was sat on his shoulders, Noah having to rope someone in to help him if he wanted to make this as epic as possible. The singer couldn't ask any of the girls and the only other one's really strong or tall enough were in All For Dayna and that just wouldn't do. That would defeat the whole purpose of what he was doing. Sure, dragging the Violet Sunday singer into what he was doing was not really cheap, nor free. After all, he had to promise to buy Mason alcohol for a week's worth and three new video games. Amazon would certainly be his friend over the next few days anyway. Snapping the clear latex gloves on tighter, Noah pushed the mask up on his face again. He didn't need to be breathing in any of the fumes and a quick check to see if Mason had his on before he pushed down on the can and watched the green paint spray out onto the metal of All For Dayna's tour bus. He couldn't resist grinning as he circled the top half of the letter 'C', his natural handwriting archaic as ever but instantly recognisable as Noah's. Still, that was what made it all the more sweeter. No-one fucked with Noah Charlton, especially on stage, and got away with it in the end. Nope. It didn't work like that and surely they would have known that. Kicking Mason lightly like one like a horse, Noah felt himself moving sideways, his knees being gripped so they kept balance.
It really was a funny sight to see but it would be totally worth it. Plus, no-one was around. It was 5:30 in the morning and the light was barely breaking, even if it was enough for Noah to be able to see what he was doing. It would be the only way his perfect plan would work and even if it had been effort to roll out of his bunk that early and then on top of that, get Mason outside, it would be gold just to see Garret's face. Shaking the can a bit, Noah tried to stay as quiet as possible as he was quite close to the windows towards the back of the bus, near to where the bunks were inside and he knew for a fact that most of AFD were inside. If they were to come out now, it would ruin the whole thing. Drawing the top of a large 'K', Noah grinned as he saw that he'd left just the perfect amount of room for the last letter. Scribbling the beginning of an 'S', Noah smirked and pulled the mask from his face before climbing down from Mason, shushing him because as mentioned, he wasn't nearly ready for them to come out. "Fuck, lose some fucking weight, Noah." Noah grinned at Mason's hiss at him as the guy rubbed his neck. He wouldn't take it personally, Noah was too skinny as it was even though he ate like a horse. Shrugging, he gave a wave to Mason as the guy trudged off, probably to go get some more sleep with everyone else. Not Noah though. Turning back to the bus, he took a second to look at the beginning of the letters he had done and quickly set about finishing them off. Obviously the writing didn't reach to the very top, but it was definitely covering a good proportion of the side. Finishing off, Noah took a few steps back and pulled the back from his face, seeing his gloved hands covered in green paint. His face lit up huge as he saw what he'd done... oh this was just fantastic. The lime green word 'Cocks' drawn so elegantly across the entire side fitted perfectly with the dark colour of the bus. Another driver that would forever hate him.
Throwing the can down to the side, Noah looked at the bus once again, pulling out his blackberry and snapping a quick picture of it just for memory sake. Walking back a few steps, Noah picked up a big toy gun that fired tennis balls and brought it a bit closer to the bus. Standing straight, he used his elbow to push the cigarette packet up in his jeans, unwilling to get green paint on his favourite jeans. He pulled out the packet and pushed a cigarette between his lips before throwing the empty packet down near the can. Checking his lighter worked, now would be the best part. Noah reached down into the bucket and pulled out the tennis ball gun, lifting it to rest against his shoulder. There was no way anyone could sleep through the sound of the tennis balls hitting the metal of the bus, unless they were dead. But that would be a whole different issue if it were the case. Lifting his lighter, Noah lit his cigarette and took a huge puff which he let out around the cancer stick. He couldn't touch it unless he wanted green all over it, and that just wouldn't do, so like a true American rested it at the side of his mouth. Pulling the trigger, he released one tennis ball after the other against the side of the bus, right next to where the bunks were. He'd picked the side where he knew Garret was as he was the main douche he was trying to get here. Him or Kelley. Whatever. Smirking darkly, Noah dropped the toy gun by his feet when he saw the bus move a bit, obviously from someone moving about. Truthfully, Noah knew they were gonna be pissed at him but they should have thought about that before ambushing him on stage and rolling him off so Kelley could take over.
Taking another puff of his cig, Noah reached behind him and pulled the beanie from his belt. Noah had done a fair amount of investigating to get Garret's favourite beanie that he'd lost when Noah had pointed him out months ago but here it was. And he was gonna burn it. Humming to himself like it was no big deal, Noah could already see it was ruined by the green hand prints on it and he lifted it just as the door opened and his main prey looked at him. "Oh. Did i wake you? Sorry, mate." Noah said, as innocently as possible, making no attempt to be quiet now they would be awake. Flicking on the lighter, Noah let the beanie catch fire at the bottom, a smirk growing on his face as the fire brightened his face a bit. "Huh... I didn't think it would burn that well." He dropped it as it got closer to his fingers, and watched for a minute as it burnt on the ground before lifting his gaze to his friend. "Paybacks ARE a bitch." Noah said, repeating the words Garret had said to him on stage. Perhaps, right now, would be the right time to run?
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