xavier / RADIOACTIVE

[MOLLY ABEL]

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[html]<center><div style="width: 442px; padding: 3px; background-color: #fefefe; height: 331px; border: solid 5px #e7e7e7;"><table><tr><td><div style="width: 200px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/jMgivmc.png);"></div><div style="width:200px; height:10px; background-color:#1c1c1c;position:relative; top:0px;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://flash-mp3-player.net/medias/player_mp3_mini.swf" width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://flash-mp3-player.net/medias/player_mp3_mini.swf" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#1c1c1c" /><param name="FlashVars" value="mp3=http://k007.kiwi6.com/hotlink/00c83f981j/01-imagine_dragons-radioactive.mp3;" /></object></div><div class="indthreadh"><div style="margin-top:3px;">i'm waking up to ash and dust i wipe my brow i sweat my rust i'm breathing in the chemicals i'm breaking in shaping up checking out on the prison bus this is it the apocalypse i'm waking up i feel it in my bones enough to make my systems blow welcome to the new age i'm radioactive i raise my flags don my clothes it's a revolution i suppose --</div></div></td><td><div class="indposttiem">the day had seemed to drag on almost painfully, but finally it was late afternoon. people were filtering more towards the stages where most of the action was at night. molly really should have begun to think about packing up her table, but she was far too focused on the crossword puzzle in front of her. for some reason, she'd decided bringing it down to the stand was a good idea that morning. sometimes working merch did get boring, especially when things got quiet, and without someone to talk to like the other merch teams, molly needed a way to distract herself from staring at the clock on her phone.

the book of crosswords had been new when she bought it, but by this point, molly was nearly halfway through it. they had gotten progressively harder as she got further into book, and now she was completely stumped on the last few words in this particular one. trying to get some kind of thought process going, she chewed on the pen between her lips, the plastic already covered in bite marks. it was a bad habit molly had always possessed. no pen was safe in her presence. the brunette had always found it embarrassing when she had it pointed out to her, but molly hadn't been able to stop. even when molly tried her hardest not to chew on pens, particularly when they belonged to someone else, they were returned with teeth marks on them. it was pretty disgusting, but it was automatic. if there was a pen in her hand, inevitably it would make it to her mouth at some point.

she was distracted momentarily by someone calling her name, giving them a half wave and a smile as they walked past. after that, it was straight back to the puzzle. running a hand through her hair and unintentionally making it far messier than it had been before, molly removed the pen from her mouth and held it in her hand. for a moment, she thought she'd had a brainwave, but now, she could see now that her brilliant idea wouldn't fit. pouting for a moment, molly's eyebrows furrowed together, trying to work out the clue. "explode.." she murmured, wishing she had brought her computer down with her. molly hardly ever used her laptop to help her with the crosswords, but at the moment of time, she would have been sorely tempted to. and after all, if she'd done the rest of the puzzle by herself, that wasn't really cheating, was it? </div><div style="height: 5px;"></div><div style="width: 214px; padding: 9px; background-color: #1c1c1c; height: 14px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; color:#efefef; text-align:center;"><div style="margin-top: 2px;">X-MAN! 424. LOL. THIS SUX <3</div></div></td></tr></table></div></center>

[XAVIER NICHOLLS]

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By the way Xavier was staring blankly into space, most passing by the Consider the Sea merchandise tent would assume he was on something. And really, it would be a far assumption to make given that usually he was on something. However in this case, he was merely bored.<div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

Truthfully, Xavier hated his job. Sure, it brought in a little cash, but selling merchandise for a band he didn't really give two shits about in a somewhat cramped tent with the sun beating down wasn't exactly his idea of fun. He would've much preferred to be up on stage performing, but he knew he wasn't about to get another chance, and he let out a small sigh. Shit.<div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

The sounds of screaming fans filled his ears as he made the decision to simply leave. He'd certainly hear about it later, but he didn't really care at that point. He was bored almost to the point of gouging his brain out through his ears with a sharpie. He shot off a quick text to another member of the crew, asking if they could watch the tent for a bit while he went to go get something to eat, but the truth was he wasn't going to go get something to eat. He was off to find someone to talk to or something before he lost any shreds of sanity he still had. <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

While it was getting later, there was still quite the crowd around the tents that made it difficult to spot anyone worth talking to. Or get anywhere quickly, for that matter. He was about to give up before his eyes fell on someone who seemed familiar. He couldn't exactly remember her name, but he'd definitely seen her around before. <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

"What's that?" He raised an eyebrow, peering over her shoulder and trying to see what it was.<div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

Maybe it would've been more appropriate to announce his presence beforehand to avoid scaring her, especially as she seemed quite engrossed in some sort of book but the idea had slipped his mind. Wait a second.<div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

Was that a crossword puzzle?<div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

He had to stifle a laugh. It is.<div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

"How many letters?" Xavier was intrigued, even if he was completely useless with crossword puzzles and anything of that nature. He wanted to know more about this oddly-familiar girl. In particular, he wanted to know why she was doing a crossword puzzle. He'd thought those sorts of things were only for people over age fifty, but apparently he'd been wrong. Well then.

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[MOLLY ABEL]

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[html]<center><div style="width: 442px; padding: 3px; background-color: #fefefe; height: 331px; border: solid 5px #e7e7e7;"><table><tr><td><div style="width: 200px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/jMgivmc.png);"></div><div style="width:200px; height:10px; background-color:#1c1c1c;position:relative; top:0px;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://flash-mp3-player.net/medias/player_mp3_mini.swf" width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://flash-mp3-player.net/medias/player_mp3_mini.swf" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#1c1c1c" /><param name="FlashVars" value="mp3=http://k007.kiwi6.com/hotlink/00c83f981j/01-imagine_dragons-radioactive.mp3;" /></object></div><div class="indthreadh"><div style="margin-top:3px;">i'm waking up to ash and dust i wipe my brow i sweat my rust i'm breathing in the chemicals i'm breaking in shaping up checking out on the prison bus this is it the apocalypse i'm waking up i feel it in my bones enough to make my systems blow welcome to the new age i'm radioactive i raise my flags don my clothes it's a revolution i suppose --</div></div></td><td><div class="indposttiem">tapping her pen against her lip, molly was beginning to zone out. she was seriously considering going up to one of the other tables and asking if she could borrow their computer for one teensy second. but she wouldn't have felt comfortable going up to someone she hardly knew and asking them to help her with a crossword, molly remained where she was seated. no, she could do this herself. again, she began to think through all the possibilities. combust? no, that was too short and didn't have the right letters. she may not have shown it, but molly was getting very frustrated. no doubt it would come to her later while she was in the middle of doing something important and she'd have to rush around to find the book. but now, she'd just have to wait.

"what's that?"

the voice from over molly's shoulder almost made her jump out of her seat. alarmed, she turned around only to see a somewhat familiar face. she was sure she'd seen him down the row of tents a bit, at one of the tables belonging to a different band, but apart from that, molly knew next to nothing about the stranger who had approached her. some of the other people who worked merch had introduced their selves to molly on their very first working day, but molly was sure she would have remembered this guy if he had done so. but molly had no clue, which was why she was so puzzled about why they were speaking to her.

molly being molly, of course, took a moment to even recollect herself after being shocked. it wasn't so much the surprise as the bewilderment she felt at someone actually speaking to her. so she sat for a minute looking up at the guy with her mouth hanging open for a moment or two before her brain finally chose to make molly do something other than look like a complete dork.

by the time molly had swallowed and was about to answer the question, however, her visitor had already pieced it together. trying not to let him think she was a total idiot, she counted the squares quickly with the end of her pen, swallowing carefully before saying anything. <b>"there's eight."</b> she finally answered, nodding slowly, but more to encourage herself than anything else. molly had always been hopeless at talking to strangers, but she was making more of an effort on tour. whether it was the environment, or the fact her job kind of forced her to talk to people and be more friendly, molly didn't know. but she was trying.

<b>"the fourth letter's an o, the seventh is a t, and the last is an e."</b> it all came out in a rush, but molly held it out for him to see, her gaze lifting from the book and to his face to see if he had any ideas. she'd never really had anyone show interest in her crosswords, which molly understood. it was a little sad how much she loved them, but the brunette didn't really care. they were fun, and that's all the mattered. <b>"oh, and the clue is explode."</b> molly offered up with a half shrug, finally letting a small smile make its way onto her face. </div><div style="height: 5px;"></div><div style="width: 214px; padding: 9px; background-color: #1c1c1c; height: 14px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; color:#efefef; text-align:center;"><div style="margin-top: 2px;">X-MAN! 534. c:</div></div></td></tr></table></div></center>