The Kicks of Passion [aw]

[Little Lion]

[:3 hi... caleb just needs problems xD come and go however you please even if you have to make up your own backstage pass]


With so little sleep at least you'd think I'd find some peace in my dreams, in my dreams...

The tall, young rock star slipped his glasses over his eyes to sheild from the blinding flash of camera's. He stepped into the crowd and paused instantly swarmed by shoving fan girls. With in moments he was caught in their sea, rocking back and forth looking rather like a buoy on a storm tossed sea. He took the picture and pen shoved at him by one girl and signed it, then another. His head made a sharp jerk to the right sending blonde and black streaked hair flying, the part of his bangs had red streaks to frame his face. It caused several screams and more blurting and in return he gave a standard smile.

but my mind still winds up on the same thing, the same scene, the same themes

Upon what seemed like the hundredth autograph his eyes made a half close and in the middle of his own signature he paused and drew a deep breath holding it as he finished his signature and finally making a heavy exhale. His hands went to his own shirt pulling the clinging red tee forward form his body before dropping it back. His eyes stole down to his pants, black jeans attached at the low hip with a studbelt. He glanced up just intime for a sneak attack picture with a fan, a smile crossed his face, small and half felt. He glanced around for any signs of time, hoping for some escape. Delta was getting ready back stage, bound to go on soon but Caleb had been chosen as the slaughter house sacrifice and sent to meet the backstage fans before the show. Normally he had no problem, but today it was dragging for ages.

Hope came in the form of Tyler, a rare occasion. "Sorry, hunnies, I need Mr. Perfect." He said parting the sea with ease, his dark heavy presence made people back off anyway. He'd snagged Caleb by the elbow and dragged the boy from the crowd somewhere back stage. "We're on to soon." Tyler informed him. Caleb nodded and watched the stage. As soon as the platform was dark he had to figure his way out into the middle before the rest of the band. He slipped his sunglasses off and his eyes skimmed the room before falling on his own dresser. He glanced in the mirror give his hair a small toss before looking down at some of the array of trinkets tucked in hair and make up boxes. "Go!" A tap on his head. "Nnn." Caleb looked over his shoulder to the dissapearing form of the manager. With a final glance at his mirror he shoved away from the stall and slipped out on stage.

In the center of the blackened stage, his hands came over the microphone leaning towards it. "Ooh-wooah oh." The crowd roared. As they raged the piano came in. "Woah." Followed shortly by the guitar and soon their song fell in place.

"Cause, It's all stuck in my subconcsious
built up from everyday.
So I'm stuck with these nightmares
were you're gone and so far away.
And when I wake up
I realize that everything's still wrong
I'm still here and you're still gone
It's not fair
Cause either way I spin it
Separation seems so wrong
These breaks are far too long for me."

His fingers made a slow slide through his hair, his eyes closing as his other hand readjusted on the microphone.

"Hours and hours
I'm stuck inside this place and this town
And you're gone
Far away, you're fighting for your life all alone
I want to wake up and go home..."

His hands moved away from microphone and hair and with a simple gesture flick of the wrist the crowd came in screaming.

"Cause it's all stuck in my subconscious
Built up from every day
So I'm stuck with these nightmares
Where you're gone and far away."

[Lilly got logged out]

The adrenaline rush from the crowd had rose from the in-depths of the grounds and up the stage, passed the backstage door where a red-haired girl was standing. The air of the outside and the raging energy seemed to sweep through her gracefully whilst she watched quietly her beautiful blond-haired saint sing like no other person has sang before. Icy, blue eyes intently locked on each movement and gesture the beauty made on stage, a smile slanting on rosy, tainted and soft lips. Not only fangirl, but with extra more advantage than other girls, the red haired beauty's slender arm glided up the threshold frame, slender fingers tapping their way to the rhythm next to the flawless face. The haze of wild, crazed crimson hair was tamed down to a side-pony tail, the rest of her hair cascading like a flood of blood down her pale shoulders, edging a small curve down to her chest. Small pins held down extension falls of black and blue falling along with crimson, bangs creating a shielding barrier to cover the half corner of the angel's face. Wearing a blue, halter top, the silver choker with the black gem shaped with the heart. The halter top brimmed over to part of her stomach, exposing just a little bit of it, and black, tight jeans, a stud belt decorating her waist and hips and the shoes slimmed down even more her legs as she shifted her wait unto her right leg, sticking her hip out. If Caleb were to look from the stage directly at Lilly, it'd look more like a girl peeking and watching an angel impressed and love struck from the first time.

[Little Lion]

"Cause when I wake up
It's 4 AM and I'm still all alone
Your message on my phone
Don't tell me that sleeping through the night
Is never this hard when you're home
Cause I already know." The band members echoed his chorus.
"Cause I already know..."
Caleb had pushed back from the microphone and joined by the crowd in an inhale of enthusiasm for what they knew was coming, "Wake me." It came out screamed put into contrast by the melody still carried by the band. The singer made a slow wander back to the microphone, waiting for the screams to die down even a smidge. Already, preformance had touched his slouching mood and picked it up, he couldn't ignore the engulfing enthusiasm. "Good evening." The simple words were met with a roar. "I would introduce us but I get the feeling you know who we are...." Forced to pause again he smiled but it was just shy of the typical laugh. "But you know, it doesn't quite smell like electricity in here." The saint smiled again, forced back into silence by the screams, he gave the mic a small sway back and forth. Innocent blue eyes picked up from the microphone to sweep to Tyler who's riff was just seconds before he sung. The bassist had wandered to many steps behind Caleb whose eyes went straight across the stage and right onto the goddess hanging on the backstage door. The corner of his right lip had pulled into an unconcious smile which, with enough staright spread to th other side of his face to even out in a grin. Only yards from the saint was the figure of perfection he had missed moments before performance. Her adoring stare made him fidget a step to better face her.

Tyler seeing his cue fly across the stage and completely miss him in it's race off into oblivion, took those few steps forward to catch Caleb's eye. He leaned over his bass guitar to look at Caleb while make it appear he was just giving a preperation bend. The narrowed slits of black eyes followed the idiotic stare across the stage with the quick, fierce snap of the head which sent straight black bangs flying in eye candy to the crowds. His inquisitive, hard stare felll flat on Lilly. A scowl struck up on his eyebrows. In a fluid movement he'd stepped between the star struck lover's view of each other and towards Caleb. "This is not the time to play hooker." He muttered knowing he had no attached mic and between noise and distance Caleb's wouldn't pick the message up. He struck up a random note as he turned around, giving a preformance strut back across the stage, keeping a straight line though to make sure bimbo and the red head didn't keep gawking. Once he'd pranced close enough to Lilly he shot her a glare like only he knew how, extending a silent threat which was just as empty as every other. Tyler couldn't do much to her with out extreme offense to Caleb.


Few fans had noticed the distraction except the ones kissing the rail before the stage. They'd been close enough to see, unlike the rest, that Caleb wasn't staring towards Tyler but completly off stage. Unfortunately, a handful of expert photographers had caught that quick insant too.

[Asphyxia]

A smile brighten up upon the goddess' features. Not only was Lilly grinning like an excited groupie girl, she was blushing extremely like one at seeing her angel take the essence of her presence backstage. Unfortunately, in came straddling the terror hindering between the two, the pessimistic shield of insubordinate benevolence had caused, not a frown, but a smirk instead on the red-headed princess. Her look had narrowed to the point that conveyed dare, challenging the man that had interrupted the two heavenly love birds in their effervescing moment. No matter, ignorance was just a beautiful thing. Her icy blues trailed off the side of Tyler that was blocking the way with childish hatred, finding back the path to her beauty, the one thing that could make her heart beat slow and fast at the same time, the light of her eyes and the simple blood pumped in her veins. Instinctively and just at caching the graceful glimpse of her saint, her hand swayed from the door to the side like if pushing away an annoyance and to her chest, pointing clearly at her heart, perching sweetly and neatly there as she watched intently the life of the band. It was clear that Lilly was done with Tyler's stupidity and would do anything to ignore it.

[Little Lion]

[and it makes me feel so fine I can't control my braiiinnnn.... hip hip!]

Tyler had managed to block the love struck stare long enough to coax Caleb onto the next song. Sure enough though as the star had picked up his own guitar, wandering back to the microphone his eyes were wandering back to the stage to catch sight of his blushing angel. His smile came back in full force with a laughing personality lighting up his face. Even as he sung his head would make turns towards the side of the stage, his eyes stuck on Lilly like he'd never seen her before and would never again. It was nearly the same quick glances that he'd stolen the first time he'd seen her except now there was no crowd around her and little need for such close watching.

Tyler was gnawing on the inside of his lip getting frustrated with his stubborn mule of a lead singer and his horrendous girlfriend addiction. His piercing black eyes flickered back towards Lilly and the lead singer with half a mind to get the red headed brat removed. His scheming mind took advantage of the scream he had coming in the song, he could scream lower and louder then Caleb. The devil of a man had inched closer to the lead singer to use his mic for the scream. When the moment came his leg just happen to come in collison with the back of the giant's knees bringing him to the ground in a kneeling position. Tyler, with an open mic screamed his lyrics as fans shouted on, even more thrilled that their tall giant had come to his knees, closer to their level, to shred the guitar.

Caleb had hit the ground barely masking a surprised look. He hadn't noticed Ty sneak up on him but it had successfully knocked the romantically drunk look off his face. He glanced at Ty which slowly alerted him to the tension and like a trained dog he turned his attention somewhere between the crowd and what he was doing.

[xD oh I have plans. Caleb may die by the time I'm done but haha xD I love how this is totally /not/ what I was thinking when I came in, who cares]

[Asphyxia]

Lilly never noticed Tyler's plans for her beloved angel. She was expecting something more when the band was done with the music than on-stage. "That was low, Tyler..." her eyes had narrowed a little, a managed frown had finally slanted upon her tainted, rosy lips. Tyler would be sorry for this one now that the red-headed goddess' priority was her boyfriend. Her slender fingers had curled themselves unto the palm of her hands, hugging into a ball and clenching into a fist. This meant war. Her icy blues trailed off from her giant saint to the cables of the stage, giving silent scans to wherever the extent of those cables were and the source of the energy all. She had decently pranced after taking quick glances over the stage, her icy blues giving a subtle stare at Tyler's cable. Since she used to be set up and did all these different things for Gerard's band, My Chemical Romance, she knew how the rest of the technical things worked and her fingers already were inkling for sabotage, her face showing how irked she had become with the thought, but she faltered back, walking away instead and closed the door behind her. A little distraught, she casually pushed away locks of crimson from her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. Despite her hatred towards Tyler and condolence with her love bird, she wouldn't even think of sabotaging Delta's performance in any way as much as she wanted to, but one thing she did know would grind Ty's gears would be her next best thing.

After five minutes, in the middle of a roaring crowd, squeezed and suffocated in between thousands of sweaty people, the red-head had made her appearance just at the edge of the stage thanks to her advantage of being slim and slender. Her color contrast exalted more than others on purpose, so it was easy to find her in between all the thousands of fans that had tried to captivate Caleb's attention. A delicate smile crossed her lips at seeing her giant saint perform in stage, from this view, it was a total different experience than from the view from backstage or listening from the dressing rooms. It was more of a rush of ecstasy, adrenaline pumped up and ready to exploit new energy.

[Little Lion]

Ty's part being over he backed from the microphone and screaming fans, his attention falling back into the groove of his bass which had been slowed simply for that part since he wasn't the best at splitting his attention. Caleb had gotten off his knees and back towards the microphone, keeping his distance for their little instrumental. His blue eyes wandered towards the stage where his angel had been before and turned to a bit of a helpless look upon not seeing her. Knowing he couldn't inquire about her now he had no choice but to turn back to his fans.

The dark eyes of Ty had also saught out the spot where Caleb's last sin stood. Finding her absent, a smile crept across his pierced lips. He thought he'd gotten a victory. The satanic red head didn't seem to be reappearing after a handful of minutes so Tyler stopped sneaking the glances when Caleb did and instead returned back to the beloved crowd who could deliver him a rush in his mind almost as good as his drug stash.

Delta had started a new song, Caleb had inched his way closer to the edge of the stage as if the lyrics he sung were a simple conversation between him and the swooning fans. A flash of crimson caught his attention, at times the man was so simple minded that the color only let him think of one person. Lilly It was a simple hope. She had been his obsession tonight for whatever reason. He was like a pregnant woman with a craving. It was random, horribly timed and strong. He had spotted her but tried not to let it show. The last thing he wanted was to be kicked in the back of the knee twice in the same 10 minutes.

Ty had been slower spotting Lilly, they were safely halfway through the song and by the time he'd noticed her Caleb was elsewhere so he thought perhaps the saint hadn't noticed, but he wouldn't go on assumptions. He couldn't figure out how to cut in on this one. She was in the crowd so at least his focus would be there but again, only in one spot. But, as their song closed and they scrambled for a quick water, Tyler got an idea. He'd picked up his water and walked across stage, drinking some and causually chucking the rest on hot, screaming fans which only worked them into a bigger frenzy. Upon emptying the bottle he had one aim, Lilly's head, and to that target he gave a hard chuck.

[Asphyxia]

In a subconscious reaction, the red-headed beauty had reached her fingertips up to shield herself, but her hand was quickly lowered back to perch over her chest, her eyes narrowing at the devil's spawn trying to block the view from her and her adoration. What is it with him!? Lilly strained in her mind, she was finally alarmed to the point that strangling Tyler was in her options. Her hands tangled together, slowly crampling the air in between them to a much tighter elapse, strangling the air whilst twisting around an invisible stick, pretending it was Tyler's neck in between her arms. Tyler, in this case, was the one person who had the tragic disadvantage of being human, unfortunately. This meant the crimson goddess could have fun, as the glance of her saint electrified her blood through her alabaster veins. Slowly, her eyes lamped down, a wryly smile slanting across her rosy lips, the smug look surfacing her expressions as she denoted how glowering Tyler could easy get when it meant Caleb in the situation. Was he gay? Who knew, but it lamped more ideas in the princess' devious little head. With an unnatural turn of her head, crimson locks swaying along with her movement, she presented herself in poise and nonchalant to the pouring of the water, letting it drip smoothly down her ivory skin, inching herself in a more visible prospective that not even Tyler could block from Caleb. "Help me onstage," she shoved her slender fingers with tremendous force unto a man's shoulder, some other three guys quickly collecting beneath Lilly to raise her to the stage as she swiftly dodged Tyler and started to dance next to Caleb. Unfortunately for Tyler, Lilly did not only have a pass but threatened subtly with her looks to defend her angel at any due moment.

[Little Lion]

Tyler was looking down, idly shifting wires when Lilly lurched forward through the crowd and started her accent to the stage. The movement caught his attention and he stole a glance and looked back down figuring whatever it was, security would catch it. His eyes had barely focused on the layout of the floor when the scene registered in his mind. Dark eyes shot back up to see the crazy red head being helped on stage. He felt like things slowed down, he was stuck in place, mouth open, eyes wide under a scowl but the minute the she-devil's feet struck the stage it was an explosion, he took a step but she'd slipped across the stage nearly sprinting for her savior. Tyler had little chance to even kick her in the face and force her back off the stage, something he would have highly treasured. He turned his back to the crowd to watch the fleet footed tramp dance up to the oblivious blonde saint. His fingers tightening around the neck of his bass wishing only to wring it like he would Lilly's neck. He'd inched closer but knew he couldn't do anything, his eyes stole towards the sides of the stage looking for security to remove the horrid beat from his presence.

Caleb was setting his water back down, his back to the crowd and his girlfriend's actions. He stood up and swung his arms in a big circle before dropping them back around his guitar and hitting a few cords to kill the silence and once again get the crowd going. He paused, something about the commotion feeling unfamiliar to him. His eyes moved up to the drummer's who was staring behind him rather dumbly. With a squint, the rock star slowly turned around to a pleasant surprise. Startled, he took a step back but a smile crept onto his face and it's effect relaxed his body. Despite his smile, he had an innocent confusion clearly wanting to know how on earth she got there. Idly, his fingers moved over the nessicary guitar strings hitting hte chords he knew by heart. He inched a little closer to his dearly beloved, relaxing into a small sway to match her dance as the crowd screamed for action and of jealousy. He inched them a little closer to his microphone, his eyes skipping around her form in gleeful disbelief.

The big bad Wolff's voice was barely heard as he screamed at the side of the stage, ordering the guards to get Lilly the hell off. Confusion broke out, a few of them inching on the stage, a few fidgeting back but in another snarrel and a snap two of the guards finally listened to the tempermental drug addict and inched for the performance's intruder.

Caleb had glanced up to see the guards coming and shook his head a bit only causing them to heisitate and look confused. They looked past Caleb to Tyler whose face was a stormy turmoil. Caleb glanced back as well feeling his guts turn to ice and sink in his body. The choice between girlfriend, friend and band was a hard blow, cutting deep. His bright blue eyes turned to Lilly, freezing on her while his heart pounded hard in his throat. From his peripheral view he could see the guards getting closer. The concert was barely halfway and already he wished it was over, it was among the worst moments of his life to be torn in three with no time for right decisions. "Lilly..." Caleb caught her arm and leaned down towards her giving her a small kiss. "Get off the stage."

[woah snap >_> *dun dun dun* behold!!! drama]

[Asphyxia]

Subconsciously ignoring Tyler, Lilly's long eyelashes slowly fluttered against her skin, registering her saint's confused, but beaming smile that innocently slanted love-struck across his pink lips. Instead of mirroring the same smile he had so involuntarily offered, Lilly's rosy lips quickly twisted down into a frown. Her eyes sparkled alluringly and her hear jumped quickly to her throat, pumping fiercely, begging to get out just by being next to her adoration, but her brain was quickly hindered by Tyler's horrid face twisting into a grin, which made her shudder. Even then, Lilly could feel the smoldering look burning in Tyler's eyes, glowering down unto her which made her almost wince in pain. Her body began to tremble a little, her crimson locks gently bristling with the roaring wind from the stage, twisting behind herself, her eyes trailing along where Ty's wild call sneered to. "Eff." The crimson-haired goddess mumbled a little irked, her cheeks flushing the same color of her hair, feeling the familiar touch of Caleb's gentle and warm hands around her arm which quickly made her turn back to glance at her saint, unexpectedly scrutinizing his face that was just not even a few centimeters away from her face, their lips encountering lovingly, but briefly, straying apart quite quickly... which, unfortunately, left Lilly's icy blues idly staring off into space, and the rest of her mind and body dizzy. She heard the spoken words, 'Get off the stage,' and her eyes widened in horror. She could easily see the falter before he spoke these unexpectedly harsh words which immediately proceeded to wound her and her hand flailed involuntarily from his grasp. Her tainted lips beautifully thinned behind her porcelain skin, her poise still held in stance, her crimson hair fiery whipping through the air, storming away from the stage. All she wanted to do was protect him, above all, from the pest of a friend he called... but apparently, she was the pest in the situation. She knew she shouldn't have gotten on the stage in the first place, but Tyler had taunted her enough to get her turmoil running in high adrenaline. Her eyes scolded anything in her way, her arms pumping through the air fiercely, as if to knock anything that got in her way. Her eyes squinted icily, burning through any torrent of ice that dared hinder. The glance that quickly snapped at seeing the security guys hesitate to even get close to her had relieved them that they didn't even have to get close to her, but the look of horror of their face stamped clearly into their eyes wished they hadn't encountered this problem. Electricity seemed to crackle off her body as her figure swiftly and quickly disappeared within seconds from the stage.

[acanous]

[On a distant, forgotten island, somewhere in the Pacific ocean...
A cacada's call ripped longingly through the night, stirring a toad from it's wary slumber. Frightened, it hopped towards the nearest source of swampy water, in blind panic unaware of the unexploded land mine buried nearby- a last vestige of defense to guard a hidden laboratory that had been forgotten since the second world war.

It was truly a loss, but records had to be burned, and people who knew had to be eliminated. After all, they did not want to turn over what was hidden here to the Americans.

So it was no surprise, then, that the explosion set off an outdated defense grid. Rusted tape reels began spinning.
Time passed. With no personnel to acknowledge the alarm, a dead-man's switch activated.

Chemical signals started an ancient generator. Power once again returned to the hidden lab. It wouldn't last long, but it was enough.

Enough to wake the triumph, the secret, the abomination that was buried here, and best left forgotten.

It had once been a man, before the project. The team of scientists once stationed here were the only ones who could have told you his name. His brain had slowly grown decrepit and insane with the passage of time, despite the fluids and assorted equiptment designed to maintain it within it's deadly shell.

There was not much left that would resemble human thought within the beast that merged man and machine. Only the rigorous military doctrine that had been pressed into and repeated inside his mind over the long years.

Seek our enemies. Destroy thier key locations. Let no one survive.

It checked it's fuel as it began powering up. Only enough Uranium for one strike had not corroded.

Trial of verious weapons systems showed that miniguns and grenades were unreliable.

It would have to improvise. It would have to take what it needed. It would have to make this count.

Ancient jets coughed, then whined as they sputtered to life, burning foliage and the rotted, rusted remnants of the lab alike.

The Machine-who-is-Death soared into the skies, intent on bringing ruin to the ones who had foolishly defied the empire.]

(Nope, not getting involved, but I figure y'all might enjoy the equivilant of me blowing bubbles into my milk while I read your RP )