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 Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 1:36 pm
Mikey Way:
Age:27
Story: Bassist for My Chemical Romance. Mikey returns home with the rest of the guys and finds his best friend married and divorced with a baby girl. Things had really changed since he left. Now Mikey must decide if he’s in love with his best friend, and if that’s so, is he really ready to take on the responsibility of a kid?
Sonya Botine
Age: 28
Appearance: Tall, dark-complexioned, smooth, black hair, gaunt face
Story: Sonya's never been one to make wise choices. Pregnant by the time she was seventeen, she dropped out of high school in her junior year and has no plans of furthering her academic career. She lives alone with her 10-year old daughter and works nights at a gas station outside of Trenton.
Who's girl: Mikey's
Frank Iero:
Age: 26
Story: Guitarist for My Chemical Romance. Frank returns to New Jersey with nothing to gain and nothing to lose. His heart is heavy as he realizes that there is no “true love” waiting for him when he arrives. Will he find someone on his return and be proven wrong?
Character: Joy
Age: 21
Character’s story: Joy was alone. Don’t get that wrong. She had friends like Mackenzie and Amber. But really and truly, she was alone. Slowly and surely she has found this fact turning her into the complete antithesis of her name. She was cold, crude, and sarcastic to those she didn’t know and it was nearly impossible for her to let anyone in. Can Joy find someone too break her icy and find out who’s underneath.
Appearance: Small framed, about 5’ 4, wears glasses but has hazel eyes, long curly brown hair, rocker attitude with a laid back rocker persona. Rarely ever smiles, always wears jeans and a t-shirt, and she hardly ever smiles. {image}
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 2:47 pm
((Sorry if it's too long - I just had an intro idea and couldn't stop writing))
The large black bus rolled to a sudden stop, tires squelching on the rain-slicked street as it came to a halt. The trees that rimmed the crowded residential area swayed to and fro in the wind. There wasn't a single house light to be seen down the entire street. Even the squat, single-story residence that the bus had pulled up in front of was pitch black, appearing featureless against the background of the bleak, cloudy night sky. The streetlight that blazed on the nearest street corner reflected off the vehicle's tinted windows, concealing the five men that roved about anxiously within.
Frank Iero stood near the door of the bus, gathering the rest of his things from the scattered mess in the vehicle's dining area. An uncomfortable silence filled the bus, and he only risked the occasional glance into the back half of the bus. Ray and Gerard were the next along the drop-off route, and they had their things packed up already. Ray sat on the edge of his bunk, bag slung over one shoulder. His face was set solemnly, and every few moments, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Gerard was seated on the bunk beneath him, stowing the last of his art supplies into his own suitcase. The expression he wore was unreadable, blank. His eyes looked red, but Frank knew that the pigment was most likely just eye shadow. Frank didn't know where Mikey and Ray were at the moment, but he heard a TV playing in he back half of the bus and he assumed he knew where the youngest Way was.
"Iero residence," Tom, the band's bus driver, called from behind the wheel. Frank's head swiveled around and Tom gave him a weak smile. "End of the line."
Frank forced a grin. "Thanks, buddy." He threw his backpack over his shoulder and stepped over to the door. He patted Tom on the back. "It was a good couple years, wasn't it?"
Tom smirked. "And I'm sure there'll be another couple."
Frank's smile wavered. "Let's hope so." He turned to face the back of the bus again. Gerard and Ray had turned to face him, and Bob had poked his out of his bunk. Mikey was still nowhere to be seen.
"Guess I'll be in touch," Frank sighed, fingers drumming awkwardly on his thigh. He opened his mouth to speak again, but he realized he had nothing left to say. Instead, he gave them a tight smile. "So long."
"See you around," Ray said, waving tiredly.
"Later," Bob replied curtly.
Gerard just nodded, still too spacey to give a real goodbye.
Frank coughed. Without another word, he hoisted his backpack, said a final, murmured goodbye, and stepped out the open bus door and onto the soggy Jersey grass. He didn't even glance back as he stepped onto the sidewalk and made his way towards the dark house. He heard the bus doors slide shut behind him. A few seconds later, the engine started up again and, with a long, drawn out hiss, the bus started moving. Still he didn't look back.
It wasn't until Frank reached the door of the single-story house that he risked a glance back, and by that point, the bus was almost three blocks away. All he could see of it was the array of glaring red taillights on the vehicle's rear. A few seconds later, the bus took a right, swinging around the corner and vanishing into the darkness. Frank let out a weak breath. Was this really the end?
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 2:36 pm
Mikey was hiding in the back of the bus, the television's lights reflected by his glasses as he sulked. He didn't understand what was happening- how they had gotten to this point.
The healing magic of the music had stopped, or for them at least and they no longer felt its healing qualities. When they got on stage and looked out at the millions of fans that looked up to them, the rush was gone. They had snipped at each other for tiny things so much that they'd eventually stopped talking at all. The tour buses kept feeling smaller and smaller and they couldn't get enough space from each other.
The magic, the life, the glue binding My Chemical Romance together seemed to be falling apart. Mikey wasn't ready for it all to end and he couldn't take it.
And so, he sulked in the back of the bus, with the tv playing even though he wasn't watching it. He remained where he was when the bus stopped and let individual band members off, watching them leave through the window but never saying good-bye.
He wasn't ready for things to end.
He stayed back in his corner of shame and cowardice until he and his brother were the very last occupants- aside from Tom, the manager. The bus rolled to a stop in front of their parent's house, but Mikey made no move to gather his suitcases and walk down the steps to a life he wasn't ready to accept. No- it was much better to stay back in his corner and hide from reality.
He had been sitting there for at lease 10 minutes, miffed that his own brother had made no move to see about him and had indeed gathered his belongings and gone inside the house without so much as a moment's check on Mikey.
Instead, Tom peaked his head back where Mikey was sitting, before walking in and sitting down beside him. "Mikey," he said, "You've got to leave the bus sometime."
Mikey sat quietly for a few more moments before turning to face Tom. "When did it happen?" Mikey didn't specify anything, but Tom knew exactly what he was speaking of.
"Its been coming for quite some time. But Mikey, you've got to believe me when I say, this isn't the end."
Mikey sighed, finally getting up and gathering his suitcases. "I hope you're right Tom." He said as he started to walk out of the bus. "He paused for a second and looked back. "Otherwise, that was the last time we'll ever be together again." And with that, he stepped away from the life he's come to know and love to the life he'd left behind.
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