Some Call Me The Gangster Of Love; Open!

[Jude River Stone]

I'M A PICKER, I'M A GRINNER
i m a l o v e r,

a n d i m a s i n n e r,
I PLAY MY MUSIC IN THE SUN!

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Jude had only been a resident of Lipton for a week and a half and already he'd made a couple of potential friends through a local chatroom. Today, he was going to hang out in town and maybe, if luck were on his side, maybe make a few new friends. He smiled to himself as he woke up a good thirty minutes before his alarm. He lounged in his bed with his arms behind his head, staring at the peace signs and posters stuck to his ceiling. Most of them were original posters of bands from the 60's and 70's, the music he grew up on. He rolled out of his bed with a smile still plastered on his face. After grabbing his guitar he sat in his lounge pants for a while just strumming. Then he grabbed a pen and his lyrics notebook from the nightstand, and strummed out a few chords, his fingers fluidly changing keys. His still-boyish, sweet voice echoed around his room as he sang one from his

"Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah/Some call me the gangster of love/Some people call me Maurice/Cause I speak of the pomputus of love!" His voice almost threatened to crack as he sang the last line.

Jude got up and quickly showered before spending a good twenty minutes blowing out his thick, ash brown hair. After he got it dry enough he stuck one of the hippie-esque headbands he head over his forehead and around his head. He smiled as he thought of Adele telling him to 'dress in his best'. Well, that would be just what he'd do then! He pulled out a pair of flare/bell bottom jeans and shimmied them over his narrow hips. He found his favorite 'Make Art Not War' baseball tee and slipped it on over his head. Jude chewed on his lip ring momentarily before finding some random hemp and beaded bracelets to put on as well as a pair of his dad's old love beads from the 60's. Since the town wasn't 'barefoot friendly' he grabbed his beat up, white Converse. They'd actually been his dad's back in the 70's but still held together well. After changing out his black plugs for a pair of natural wood ones he grabbed a pair of vintage sunglasses and his 'Make Love Not War' hemp messenger bag. Taking a deep breath he exited his house. He didn't drive yet, and actually prefered to walk anyway. He mentally figured how long it would take to walk to the local park. He went back inside and grabbed his guitar case before leaving, making sure to bring his lucky pick with him.

As he set off on his journey he whistled a tune under his breath before it quickly changed into him singing 'Signs' as he pretty much danced down the street. His voice was smooth but still held a bit of a gruff edge to it, despite his voice only having completely stopped changing in the last six months. He sang the verse of his new song as he walked, his brain already turning to figure out a chorus. His bright, brown eyes watched everything around him with the same fascination as a toddler. To him he'd never been exposed to all this...this craziness! A group of high school boys played football in a nearby lot and their swearing was punctuated with a wince from Jude as he walked faster past them. As he expected it wasn't a long walk to the Myrtle Edward's Park. Noticing he couldn't see anyone really interesting anywhere he decided to sit down on a bench and play guitar until someone interesting arrived. He settled onto one of the wooden benches and gently picked his guitar up out of the case. His fingers found the already-familiar chords of an old protest song. He ran through it quickly enough before turning back to the song he'd been playing that morning.

"I'm a picker, I'm a grinner. I'm a lover and I'm a sinner, I play my music in the sun. I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker. I sure don't want to hurt no one!" He sang and played at the same time, the second line coming easily as the first.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

Words; 726
Tagged; Open!
Status; Finished!
Notes; None!
Outfit; Here
Lyrics; The Joker - Steve Miller Band
Template by; Me/Ren

[Adele Victoria Baker]

And its hard to DANCE

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Adele Victoria Baker. A pretty classy middle name for a girl with no class at all. Adele was currently drunk, and it was only ten in the morning, that was a new record for her. She usually tried not to get drunk until it was five o’clock in the afternoon, but it had to be five o’clock somewhere. When she had awoken this morning it hadn’t been because she felt like it, but more like because her father wanted her to babysit so he could go out and do things with his fiancé. Hell if she was going to though, because they were both crying and her perfect sister was still dozing in bed like an “angel”; Adele had woken her up to babysit than she had left the house after hurriedly getting dressed.

There was a bar already open, and serving drinks. Just what she needed to calm herself down, a nice cold alcoholic beverage. She didn’t drink till she was off her ass drunk, but she got herself nice and buzzed so she wouldn’t have to think about the idiots she lived with. Adele didn’t always drink to forget, but she was getting tired of the same old routine. It wasn’t like she was old enough, or even stable enough, to live on her own yet either. But she could always look to a few drinks to make her day better in the end. Drinking was a reliable source of happiness, and it didn’t agitate her with its problems.

Not much longer, she was well buzzed but still level headed enough to know she needed to leave the bar before she decided she needed to sleep with the first guy that talked to her. Even though a few guys had come up to her, she had refused their offers in the end. Yeah, she had flirted with a few minutes but she wasn’t looking for sex. Not today anyways, no one looked appealing. That guy over there had a big nose, and that one had a big butt, the other one had bushy eyebrows.. Bleh. She didn’t want any of them. She wanted to get out of here, and get some fresh air.

Adele didn’t have a car, she walked almost everywhere. Or she caught the bus. Right now she decided to strut down the street, showing off her great legs. See Adele knew she was gorgeous, and she wasn’t afraid to show it off. Like today she should be wearing a shirt with a tank underneath, but she hadn’t because she wanted people to see her flat belly when the wind blew the shirt. It made her happy when people looked at her, she had always loved the attention and the limelight, and showing off her body helped. Anyone she could get it, any publicity was good publicity.

”Oh, hi park.” Adele hadn’t noticed that her feet had taken her to the park until she got there, but there was no point in leaving now. Her heels sunk into the soft ground, but it didn’t affect her. After a few minutes of just wondering about, she heard the strum of a guitar. She didn’t intend on following the noise, it was more or likely her conscious guiding her to it. Though when she found the source of the noise, she wasn’t shocked by the face she saw behind the guitar. ”Oh hi you, Judey-Jude. Not a huge shock to see you here and all.”

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[Jude River Stone]

I'M A PICKER, I'M A GRINNER
i m a l o v e r,

a n d i m a s i n n e r,
I PLAY MY MUSIC IN THE SUN!

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Jude had left his guitar case open on the ground, and passerby had thrown loose change into it. He didn't intentionally panhandle. In fact, he usually did whatever he could to keep from taking money from others. But lately the commune had been struggling and Karma was badly in need of school shoes and money for school supplies. The almost-five year old was preparing to enter elementary school. And, despite his mother's objections, being forced into public school. So any extra money was welcome. He made sure to thank every donor for whatever they tossed in. Be it a penny or a five dollar bill.

He crossed up his legs indian-style and continued playing for a bit. Alternating between old protest songs and a few he'd written. A couple of college aged girls, dressed much like the girls back at the commune, came over and fawned over how 'adorable' he was. He had to say...he liked the attention a little bit. It kept his mind off of his last relationship. With a girl named Adele who'd taken his virginity and then cheated on him with someone who was supposedly his friend. Almost as soon as he decided to put her negativity out of his mind she was standing there, obviously drunk, in front of him.

"Oh hi you, Judey-Jude. Not a huge shock to see you here and all." He did his best not to scowl at her. He'd long since learned to not feel anger towards her. He pitied her. And her sad, pathetic life. And her need to cause problems for people. And her rebellious attitude that he betted would end with her pregnant and alone. He let he pity take over his mind and flashed her a dimpled smile.

"Heya, Adele. How've you been?" He left the question open ended so as not to come across as any emotion other than friendly.

He grabbed the change from the guitar case and shoved it deep into the pockets of his bell-bottom jeans. He laid his faithful guitar down in the case and shut it with a click. After he finished this he looked up at Adele and cleared his throat awkwardly. He inwardly sighed and figured he needed to be nice to her. After all, she was the one living in misery. Perhaps this was the cosmo's way of teaching him patience.

"You -- uh, you wanna sit with me? If you're not busy anyway," He said, his voice cracking embarrassingly as he dug around in his bag for a water, holding it out to her with a gentle smile, "Here, take this. It's hot out and you need to stay hydrated."

Words; Lol, dunno.
Tagged; Adele/Mad!?
Status; Finished!
Notes; None!
Outfit; Here
Lyrics; The Joker - Steve Miller Band
Template by; Me/Ren

[Adele Victoria Baker]

And its hard to DANCE

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So shake him off[/center][/size]

Adele liked herself just fine, so she didn’t care much what others thought about her. She knew that she went too far, she knew that most of the people that knew her hated her, but she didn’t care. Since it was uncommon for her to let someone close to her, their feelings for her didn’t affect her much in the end. Adele wasn’t stupid and she knew from past experiences people didn’t matter. No one was ever there for her, so it was just a fact that she could do anything she wanted when she felt like it. If she really wanted it or needed it, she would succeed. At sixteen she was a completely independent person, and she didn’t have any problems with it. She obviously couldn’t let her guard down, because every time she let someone in they destroyed her.

As far as her relationship with Jude went, he was a play thing. Adele had practically stolen his innocence, because she could. In her mind, this poor thing was wrapped around her finger. They were honestly polar opposites so it was pretty surprising that their relationship lasted more than four hours. She honestly only wanted one thing the whole time, and since it took so long she had to find something to do while he was being a huge baby about sex. Adele couldn’t go more than a month without it, so she had snuck around. Well, more like she had tried anyways. Of course Jude found out, but she didn’t care. She didn’t have feelings for him in the slightest, besides the joy she got from making him angry.

So today while she was overly buzzed, Adele was happy to see someone she could throw problems upon. Or at least she could piss him off for the rest of the day, and maybe cause some problems at his little hippie compound. She didn’t know she lived, but she thought they didn’t shower for the longest time. She thought his life was pathetic and overly sheltered. Why didn’t he go and do something crazy for once and a while? He was not a wild child, that was for sure. She wasn’t angry today, she was too drunk to be angry unless he absolutely provoked her.
”Hmph. Things have been just magical, you know.” She replied in a sarcastic tone, not even trying to match Jude’s “friendly” tone. She had a feeling it was fake, mostly because he had been horribly pissed at her when she cheated. Not usually something you got over quickly. She watched him grab his coins and put his guitar away, and she thought maybe he would just walk away. She crossed her arms over her chest and giggled at his voice cracking, because it was such a little thing to do. Did she want to sit? That was something to think about for a second or two, and decided she might as well. Instead of sitting up on the park bench though, she plopped down on the grass Indian style in front of him. She reached for the water handed to her, but she didn’t drink it. ”How has your hippie thing been treating you?”

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