Post by dyingximmortality on Jun 11, 2006 14:16:45 GMT -5
Lying on her back, Lia Black stared up at the ceiling of the tour bus. Her short black hair fell around the pillow like a halo, but in no way was she an angel. Her lips slowly moved along to the song playing through her headphones, her lids slowly closing over her bright green eyes. Sighing softly, she picked herself up off of her bunk and stretched, hitting her hands on the ceiling of the bus. She stuck one of her fingers in her mouth, muttering silent curses.
Yawning, Lia grabbed her black sweatshirt and threw it on over her black tank. As she zipped it up, the black and red lettering that read "The Cure" disappeared and in it's place the torn and faded black material of the sweater. Getting down on her knees she stuck her hand underneath the bunk, throwing it around until she came to the big metal bat that was part of her belt. She stood back up and put it around her waist loosely, obviously not meant to do much but be a decoration. Her black pants held a large hole in her left knee and at her feet were an ageing pair of black and white checkered Vans. Looking in the mirror of the bus bathroom, her black rimmed eyes were still red with sleep and she had a long black line running down the right side of her face. She opened the faucet and attempted to wipe it off and after a good five minutes, she was finally satisfied and came back out of the bathroom.
Lia wasn't a huge fan of either piercings or body art, but she had a few of each on her. Her largest tattoo was a picture of a man in a straight jacket hanging upside down on a chain held with a crane hook, "The Hanging Man". He was on the lower half of her back, and she doesn't remember a moment of it. The one that she does remember is on her lower stomach, the "Eye of Horus." She sports three piercings on her bottom lobe of both her ears, on her left cartilage a hoop, on her right cartilage a bar, and a hoop on the left side of her nose. She ran her hand through the short hair at the back of her head and then through her short, but still longer, bangs. The left side of her bangs hung over her eye and was bleached white.
She grabbed her bag from the side of her bed and rummaged through it, then came up with a small notebook and a pen. Sitting down on the bunk, Lia placed her pad and pen next to her and grabbed her guitar from under the bed. Placing the guitar on her lap she stares down at the blank paper, waiting for something, anything to come to her.
She was the singer and songwriter of the band Dying Immortality.
Yawning, Lia grabbed her black sweatshirt and threw it on over her black tank. As she zipped it up, the black and red lettering that read "The Cure" disappeared and in it's place the torn and faded black material of the sweater. Getting down on her knees she stuck her hand underneath the bunk, throwing it around until she came to the big metal bat that was part of her belt. She stood back up and put it around her waist loosely, obviously not meant to do much but be a decoration. Her black pants held a large hole in her left knee and at her feet were an ageing pair of black and white checkered Vans. Looking in the mirror of the bus bathroom, her black rimmed eyes were still red with sleep and she had a long black line running down the right side of her face. She opened the faucet and attempted to wipe it off and after a good five minutes, she was finally satisfied and came back out of the bathroom.
Lia wasn't a huge fan of either piercings or body art, but she had a few of each on her. Her largest tattoo was a picture of a man in a straight jacket hanging upside down on a chain held with a crane hook, "The Hanging Man". He was on the lower half of her back, and she doesn't remember a moment of it. The one that she does remember is on her lower stomach, the "Eye of Horus." She sports three piercings on her bottom lobe of both her ears, on her left cartilage a hoop, on her right cartilage a bar, and a hoop on the left side of her nose. She ran her hand through the short hair at the back of her head and then through her short, but still longer, bangs. The left side of her bangs hung over her eye and was bleached white.
She grabbed her bag from the side of her bed and rummaged through it, then came up with a small notebook and a pen. Sitting down on the bunk, Lia placed her pad and pen next to her and grabbed her guitar from under the bed. Placing the guitar on her lap she stares down at the blank paper, waiting for something, anything to come to her.
She was the singer and songwriter of the band Dying Immortality.
