Post by riley niall friston on Feb 8, 2010 11:42:32 GMT -5
Have another drink
And think this one over. *
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Riley smiled at the young lady and took the pen she was holding out and waited patiently as he turned around so he could sign the back of her shirt. There were a few signatures on it already so he cast his eyes over them for a minute before signing his own name with a flourish in the middle with a #1 just to signal that he was the best. "I'm the one who matters, right?" Riley said with a cheeky smirk and handed the pen back over before posing for a quick photograph. The band's van had pulled up for some petrol, or gas as they had called it. Whatever. Naturally, none of them trusted Riley to drive, ever ever, so it meant he could get out and stretch his legs, and of course greet a fan who had spotted their bus. He didn't mind... in fact he quite enjoyed it. Riley was easy to get along with so they never were worried when talking to him and honestly, a lot of the time they gave him better conversation then some of the dudes did. But that was because the fans weren't just aiming to confuse him which he liked. "Here, y'are." Signing one last sheet, Riley smiled and threw up the apple a little in his hand to catch it again. Heading inside to the shop, he walked around slowly to see if there was anything worth getting. Crunching into his apple, the drummer stopped and peered into a container. It had some metal polish inside. Hmm. That could be handy to make his kit looking good. Admittedly, Riley polished it all the time. It was his pride and joy after all. It had taken him about 6 years so far to slowly build up his kit, both because it was that expensive and it was that rare. His stoner of an uncle had given him his first part for his thirteenth birthday in England and since it had become his project. Truthfully, Riley didn't even want to use it but he'd been convince by his band this one time to actually give it a go at a show, hence why it was sat in the equipment van attached to their main bus.
Crunching on his apple, Riley headed to the front of the store with the polish and paid quickly with a smile at the quite clearly bored store clerk. "Cheer up, love." Riley said happily and headed back out into the sun of the car lot. Nodding at Kelley, Parker and Benji as he walked passed, Riley pushed his sunglasses further up his nose. Spotting Garret in his line of walking, Riley punched the guy on his shoulder with a grin on his way past. Any chance to get the guitarist was a good opportunity after all. Taking another bite of his apple, Riley gave a hug to another female fan and yet another picture whilst throwing up a peace sign. Providing a high five, Riley laughed a little and headed on toward the back of the van to put the polish with the rest of his stuff so he couldn't lose it since that would be rubbish. Riley talked idly with one or two of the fans as he worked to get the lock off the back of the equipment van to see his beloved baby. Using his shoulder to push up the incredibly stiff handle, he breathed out when the lock came off so he could open it up. "I'll just be a second, guys." Riley said as a way of parting from the fans, and pulled open the door. Frowning a little, Riley stepped up into the equipment van and pulled back the cover over the entire kit. His face drained of its colour in all of about one second and suddenly his hands started scrambling and pushing the different things over. The van door swung shut behind him which covered Riley in all darkness so he stepped back and smacked the light switch so he could see. There was a huge space where all of his kit should have been. The only thing left was his crash symbol cover but absolutely not one piece of his hugely expensive and rare kit was left.
"Fucking tosser!" Riley's furious words echoed around the van and the pretty empty gas station. Kicking open both of the doors to the van with no thought as to what damage it could do, Riley pulled down the packs of merch and other clutter taking up the van. He would find his drum kit in here. hell if he didn't... throwing the merch boxes out of the back of the van so it scattered everywhere behind them, Riley stared in a rising anger at the empty space where his kit should be. "Where the fuck!?!?!" Riley's voice was loud and had an edge to it that had never, ever been heard before. The drummer never got angry... ever. It just wasn't in him. Kicking the inside of the trailer, Riley threw off his sunglasses and the apple which went flying across the car park. Jumping down from the trailer, Riley saw the horrified expressions on the fan girls faces. Still, Riley didn't care. At all. One last glance into the van made it clear again that it wasn't there. That wasn't possible. Riley had packed it in there himself only two hours ago. He didn't trust anyone else to go near it, not even a drum tech. Ergo, it was gone. He kicked one of the merch boxes that he'd pulled from the van in to the side of the trailer and lifted his hands to rest on the top of his head. Riley would have had steam coming out of his ears right now if he could. Turning to where his band mates were standing, his hands still on top of his head, he took in their faces and if anything his anger rose even more. "I'm not fucking pissing around you ejit wankers!" His accent was even stronger as he shouted at them. "My fucking kit has been fucking stolen." Turning away from them, Riley walked back toward the end of the trailer and booted the swinging door with his foot once more. Riley had never been this angry in his entire life. Sitting on the edge of the trailer and surrounded by what was now a mess, Riley rubbed and buried his face into his hands to try calm himself down. The kit had been his most precious possession and now some two bit punk had stolen it. He felt like he needed to punch someone if he wasn't careful.
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