Bruised and Scarred ---open

[DRESDEN KAELYNE DAVIS]

I'M BRUISED AND SCARRED
save me from this broken heart
ALL MY LOVE WILL SLOWLY FADE
& F A L L A P A R T
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It was one of those late afternoons when Dresden had decided to roll out of her bunk. She ran a hand through her hair as she stood up at her full four foot ten inches. That was without heels though.With heels well, it varied. Sighing to herself she made her way into the back where her bag was. Her bag as in...the trunk with Misfit and Anti-Flag stickers all over it. Her punk rocker of a best friend decided to give her that trunk. "Mommy?" The twenty-two year old turned to see her daughter with brown hair sucking her thumb tugging on her oversized shirt. Smiling, Dresden picked her up and kissed her cheek. "Yeah babe?" She asked as she set the little girl down on the ground. " can we play outside today?" The tiny voice warmed her heart as she nodded. The girl ran off to get dressed.

She must have been playing with Saul or the other band or crew members when she was asleep. That was a good thing, she loved them enough and trusted them enough to watch her daughter for her. She pulled out a plaid shirt and jeans, sliding them over her underwear and bra as she slipped on her converses and tied her laces. Running a hand through her tangled hair she sighed as she grabbed the brush from the bunk and ran it through the multi shaded hair. Her head was beginning to pound as she grabbed the advil and poured two little tablets into her hand and took them without water. She was pretty good at taking pills without water. She didn't know if it was because she use to do drugs or because of something else. Probably because she was a expert at not having water by her bedside when she had major hangovers. Which she still had by the way, just not so often since she had motherly duties.

"Mickey?" She called through the bus as she heard tiny footsteps coming towards her. "Yeah?" She smiled again, her daughter was wearing a tiny Ramones t-shirt and shorts with converses. God, so cute. "Ready?" Dresden asked as she shoved sunglasses over her eyes and grabbed her phone. She watched the tiny girl nod and move after her as she walked down the bus's steps shoved the bus door open, making her way out of the parking lot and towards the merch tables. She stopped to sign some shirts and pictures. Usually, Dresden would keep walking and soon the questions would start about her daughter. She wished people just knew that yeah, she had a daughter and yeah, she was on tour with Dresden. God, she didn't care all that much it just annoyed her to no end. "Want food or no?" She asked, ruffling the kid's hair. She shook her head and Dresden shrugged and kept walking towards the merch tables where she finally saw Twenty Three Days merch table. Oh good, she pulled out two chairs and sat behind the tent with the other merch kids. This was always good.

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TAG open
WORD COUNT 512
STATUS complete
OUTFIT clicks
NOTES blah
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS bruised & scarred , MAYDAY PARADE

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[QUINN SAMUEL HOWARD]

WHEN I WANT YOU ,
i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e

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Quinn tossed and turned until he finally couldn’t take it anymore. He sat facing up at the bunk which sat right above his face. He was a bit too old for bunk beds, but this was his job at the moment. It was weird that each band got two busses. One for the crew (which was where Quinn was) and one for the band. It was an awkward feeling for him, being in the crew bus. Quinn used to always be in the band bus when he used to be this famous self. Most of the older people on the tour knew who he was. It was an awkward feeling for him. Ex rocker. Some people were upset with the fact that his musically genius band broke up. But what could he do? It wasn’t his fault. It was everyone around him who slipped away.

He tossed his comforter off of him and the cool air hit his bare chest. It sent shivers down his spine. He was in California, but in the morning, it was always cool. Quinn had a lot to work on during the tour. Although, 23 Days was quite big in the fan base, Quinn still had to plan out albums, album art, more tours, advertising the band, it was a lot of work that had him swamped. He had to make sure everyone went to sound checks, how merch was selling, how signings were going. It was quite rough. His job was very high stress, not that everyone else’s job wasn’t. Walking around the bus, Quinn pulled out his suitcase from underneath his bunk. And pulled out his studded belt, a pair of blue jeans and a plain red v neck tee shirt. He grabbed a pair of black converse and sat on his bed as he put them on and laced up.

He grabbed his 23 days crew tag and walked off of the bus. The rest of the crew was sleeping except for the merch kids. They wake up bright and early to get to their tables and sell sell sell. Well, it took Quinn a few moments to get to the tables but, he finally saw the merch kids selling tees, stickers, albums anything really. And well, there was a special appearance by Ms.Dresden and her lovely daughter Mickey. Mickey was so cute, she was this tiny little thing that wore surprisingly good tasteful musical clothes. He couldn’t help but think the world of her. As for Dresden, she was, well, something a bit different. She gave Quinn a hard time but, he knew how to deal with it. He didn’t really give two shits about what Dresden thought, but at the same time he really did care.

Pulling out a chair behind everyone he acknowledged Dresden and sat down. “hello beautiful ladies, and how are you two this beautiful morning” he said while ruffling up Mickey’s hair just a bit. Quinn twisted his torso a bit and grabbed a paper cup and let the coffee dispenser pour out the hot liquid into the cup. Turning back around he took a sip and watched as the kids did what they were being paid for.

status ! finished
word count ! five thirty four
tags ! dresden/avery
notes !yay quinn <3
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0
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[DRESDEN KAELYNE DAVIS]

I'M BRUISED AND SCARRED
save me from this broken heart
ALL MY LOVE WILL SLOWLY FADE
& F A L L A P A R T
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She was seriously, still half asleep. Honestly, some would think she would be use to waking up this early, but not really. It's been party hardy all her life and she had been left with a daughter for about most of it. Sixteen, she shivered noticeably but looked at the little girl and smiled. Sure, it wasn't the best idea her and Kayden made but at least...well, it worked right? Even though, he was dead and she was alone...and he was a jackass. She still had Mickey, who meant the world to her now even though, the band came into a close second, her kid still beat them all and that wasn't a joke. She really did love her. She knew she would freak out if anyone ever took her away from her. She just had that feeling that she would care and why wouldn't she? She was her own well, some of her own flesh and blood. She ran a hand through her hair again, trying to work out some of the tangles that the brush didn't get out as she turned and grabbed a water from the cooler that the merch kids kept behind the table. Mick catch"" She called as she tossed the little girl a bottle of water, who caught it.

She twisted open the cap for herself and took a sip, noticing Mick was having trouble. She took it from her and unscrewed it for her, handing it back to her. Dresden was hardly paying attention to anyone really, her headache was just bad out in the sun, even though she would have to put up with it. She ran a hand through her hair again and sighed as she shrugged her shoulders. She was going to put up with it right? She rolled her eyes as she heard Quinn's voice. Dresden never handled authority well. It wasn't a great point of her. She hated it. She watched him sit down near them and watched him ruffle Mickey's hair. Well, at least her daughter liked him. Dresden tried not to show her dislike for Quinn around Mickey.


"Mom has a headache" Honestly, though. For a seven year old. The kid was way smarter then a normal seven year old. She looked up and ruffled Mickey's hair. "Yeah, do we have anything else then that weird aspirin that doesn't work on the bus? "She asked as she drained the water bottle. She should probably just stop drinking so much. That would solve most of her problems. But of course was she going to listen to herself? Nope, she normally just continued her drinking routine. Leaving her daughter with various members of her band as she went out and did something she wanted to do without having to worrying about a kid, even though she really did worry about the kid. It wasn't good but it wasn't enough to keep her priorities straight either. Which wasn't good either. But she was going to live with it till she figured out she could just stop drinking and everything. The heartbreak from Kayden still hung over her and her trying to get over it wasn't that easy. Oh well, life will move on hopefully.

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TAG open
WORD COUNT 512
STATUS complete
OUTFIT clicks
NOTES blah
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS bruised & scarred , MAYDAY PARADE

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