CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE -- bandit

[devonblakewest]

got a rep for breaking hearts ღ

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Devon was glad to be back home. Though Jack had moved her out of her apartment without notification. She'd gone home, to her apartment one day to find all her things missing. Her first thought was that she'd been robbed, then she knew that only someone like Jack could pull of such a thing. She didn't have much time to settle into the new place before Morocco came around and she was too caught up in costumes to think much about it for weeks. It had been fun though, and very entertaining to watch her best friend go in front of the camera and do his thing. And of course the other friends that she made on the trip there. Some how she landed herself on the A-lister label. And found all the rumors about her amusing. She knew that it meant more work for her life though; always looking good and strangers knowing things about you. She was only a crew member, but having Jack as a best friend and Silvers as another friend, she was surrounded by A-list people which meant she bits of the fame as well.

Devon breathed in the L.A streets and made her way to the nightclub. She'd directed the driver to stop a block away since she wanted to see her city's streets before losing herself in the crowd of people in the club. She was meeting up with Bandit, another friend she'd managed to make. Devon was almost surprised at how many people she considered friends now. A few years ago it was just herself against the world. Then Jack came along and his little group of guys and they some how weaved into her life and now she wasn't alone in the world like it had been for so many years. After Devon had ran away from home, she had no idea where to go or what to do. But she knew that she wouldn't live on the streets. She'd taken her daddy's 'secret' stash of money and used that to build a foundation in her life. Then she started stripping for easy money and went to college. She'll never forget the day that she actually met Jack. He'd spotted her at the club and after a long moment of humiliation and feeling awkward, they got it over it and now they were best friends. Shocking. Devon had given up stripping after that and found herself part time jobs on campus to pay her funds. It wasn't easy though and a lot of her college memories were tired days and long nights.

Devon happily greeted the bouncer that stood by the door and with a quick glance at the long line, she entered the club and already felt herself getting energized. The music was loud and pounding and the entire place was full with people. She wondered how she would ever get to the bar and find Bandit. Not that it would be hard to spot the girl. Sometimes Devon felt like laughing at Bandit's nature. It was just so different from her own. Devon had almost forgotten that innocence still existed in the world. She'd never been innocent after the age of 5. And by the time she was nearly 16, she'd full lost her innocence to some guy who's name she couldn't remember now. Devon squeezed and danced her way to the bar, not even caring who was touching her and holding her for a moment before she slipped away.

"I'll have water for now." She ordered, once her hand landed on the smooth wood of the bar. The bartender smiled at her and greeted her familiar face and asked where she had been for the last however many weeks, "I was on a gig in Morocco, love!" Devon frequented the nigh clubs often, and never forgot the faces of the staff; she remembered a life like that. After grabbing hold of her water she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Bandit, just to make sure she'd gotten to the club okay.

Hey baby! I'm at the bar waiting for your shining face. xoxo - D It wasn't unusual for Devon to send a playful text to the same gender. Though Devon was straight and highly attracted to the opposite sex. Life was full of fun in devon's life.

NOW I AM DONE WITH SUPER STARS.

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NOTES! this like, failed. haha. <3 sorry[/center]

[bandit]

NO ONE IS AS LUCKY AS US -----

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The good thing about having relatives in Las Angeles was the fact that she could visit whenever she wanted. That’s exactly why she found herself searching through the closest located in her Aunt’s spare bedroom. She hadn’t been unpacked long before she sent a text to Devon telling her she was in town and that the two of them should definitely get together at some point in time. Devon was one of the more interesting of the people Bandit had ever met in her entire nineteen years of existing. There was something about the dark haired girl that Bandit looked up to and admired, though, with all of the other people she looked up to, she couldn’t have begun to explain why. It may have been the fact that she and Devon were so completely different. Bands was a lot more different than most of the people she had met in New York and even in L.A. They were all very open about who they were and they all liked to go out, drink, and have a good time. Bandit was a little more reserved than that. Yes, she loved people probably more than she should, but that didn’t mean she was one of those people that threw away all of her opinions because someone told her to do something she didn’t exactly want to do. The bad thing was.. Bandit was a people pleaser. So she did do the things that people wanted to her do, when they wanted her to do it, and the way they wanted her to. She hated seeing the disappointment on peoples faces when she turned them down to do something, so to avoid the entire situation, she didn’t say no.

Grabbing her phone and her keys off of the counter, she skipped her way into the living room and kissed her Aunt on the cheek. I’ll be home at some point tonight, Aunt Kathy. Try not to wait up for me, alright? You need to get some rest she said before she skipped outside and to the driver’s seat of her car. It wasn’t the nicest vehicle by any means, but it was nice enough for her. It got her from point A to point B, which was the sole purpose of it anyway. Placing the key into the ignition, Bandit turned it and listened to the engine as it roared to life. In a way, it made her smile. It always made her think about lions and tigers in the jungle for some reason. Shaking her head at herself, she backed out of the driveway and headed down the street towards the nightclub. Bandit was not familiar with the nightlife of Las Angeles. As a matter of fact, she wasn’t familiar with the nightlife anywhere. She wasn’t really the nightclub type of girl that most of her friends were. The way she saw things, life was better spent not inebriated. There were things that she could do sober and have more fun than when she was intoxicated and drunk. Drinking just wasn’t exactly her thing. Dancing, however, was. That was why she agreed to meet Devon tonight at the Victory. Bandit had a lot on her mind lately, with her brother’s conditioning worsening and her newly landed role in an indie film and whatnot. She needed a night to just relax and get everything off of her chest. If anyone could help her relax it was Devon West.

Pulling into the club’s parking lot, Bandit found an abandoned parking place and pulled into it, stopping, and killing the engine. She took a glance at the line and sighed a little bit before pulling the keys from the ignition and opening the door. After locking it behind her, she put the keys into one of her jacket pockets and pulled out her cell phone from the other as she felt it vibrate. Grinning at the text, she responded and placed the phone back in her pocket. Yeah, I’ll be inside in just a few minutes. The line is finally starting to move. Yes, she’d been standing in line due to the fact that Bandit had no idea what she was supposed to be doing. Nightclubs were not her forte and she didn’t know the rules that went along with them. Shoving her hands in her pockets, she stepped forward as the line started to move. As she approached the front, she showed the bouncer her ID, smiled, and made her way inside the club. Making her way through the crowd, she apologized to the people she accidentally bumped into and even apologized to the people that accidentally bumped into her. She was a people pleaser and she didn’t want anyone in the club to be angry with her. Bandit was a little pathetic, but that’s just the kind of person that she was. Approaching the bar, she hopped into the abandoned seat next to Devon and placed her hands on the bar. You know, waiting in line for twenty minutes isn’t as bad as you’d think. There’s a lot of friendly people here in L.A. she nodded her head and flashed one of her famous smiles at Devon. It’d been quite some time since she’d seen the dark haired girl. Last she heard Devon had been in Morocco for a movie. She was bound to get the complete scoop on everything happening in Hollywood by the end of the night.

AND I'VE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER

NOTES: epicepicepic fail :/

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[devonblakewest]

got a rep for breaking hearts ღ

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The movie was still filming. June was the deadline, which meant that everything being done now was done times ten and done just as fast with still the expectant of the best results. Devon sent her thoughts out to the crew that had to do the finishing touches to the film like noise and soundtracks and the entire taping together of the movie. They're job had to suck, in Devon opinion. Everything there was pretty much last minute and rushed. Devon at least knew what would be coming her way. In Morocco her greatest enemy was the sand. It got everywhere and made her temper flair up so bad that she nearly stabbed the actors and actresses for any snippy remark they gave her. At least she had enough self control not to and instead only stabbed Jack and Spencer and once in a while Tristan met the needle's end. She wasn't sure why her friends were her friends sometimes. They had to put up with a lot of her crap since her temper was so kid like. And often you didn't see whatever coming until it hit you, usually somewhere that ended up causing pain. Not that Devon was the hateful kind.

Devon looked up as Bandit addressed her and Devon laughed, "You waited in line? Sweetie, you're with me; you don't have to wait." Devon hardly remembered ever waiting in line. She stripped when she first started college, which meant that she was admitted before she even showed up. And when she quit the job after meeting jack, she got part time jobs but everyone knew jack, even then somehow. He just had a certain charm that magnetized everyone. Devon had only seen a handful of people that didn't like him in the whole time shes known jack. Not that it mattered since she loved jack more than anything and would never leave his side. Devon raised a questioning eye brow at Bandit when she mentioned the friendly L.A locals. In Devon's experience L.A locals were a lot of New York locals, they minded their own business or got crapped on. And the people who didn't know better got their pockets picked. Devon trusted that Bandit was at least smarter than that since she lived in New York and made no comment about it.

"Did you want something to drink?" Devon asked, patting the counter to get the bartender's attention, even though he was busy at the other side of the bar with other people. Devon took the last drink of her water and reached over the bar for two bottles of Smirnoff and passed one to Bandit, "You don't have to drink that." She noted to her friend, knowing that Bandit often didn't do what she pleased but instead what other people expected of her, "I can get you water if you'd like." Devon shrugged, popping her cap off and taking a sip of her new drink.

NOW I AM DONE WITH SUPER STARS.

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NOTES! that took way too long. I'm sorry![/center]