Music makes the world go round

[laineyallen]

Lainey lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. She shouldn’t be here. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her and the fact that her parents sent her here is ridicules. Sex addiction they had called it. Who can be addicted to sex? It’s the most natural form of the human being. Everyone does it at some point. So what, she was using it to get better grades? Maybe the professors shouldn’t have been so easy. Maybe their wives should have satisfied them more in bed and then they wouldn’t have had to come to Lainey to get their needs fulfilled.

She sat up quickly, her long brown hair whipping her face before settling in a messy cascade down her back. Sitting her moping wouldn’t do her any good at this point. She had been here too long to let it get her down still. At least there were attractive people here. She thought it was almost laughable that they sent her here to make her stop having sex. With all of the good looking boys and girls, she was just doing the same thing she did back home. In fact, it was easier because they all lived so closely together.

Bouncing to the end of her bed, Lainey got up and walked over to her acoustic guitar that was sitting against her dresser. At least she had been allowed to keep her guitar with her. It was one of the few things that she had from home that made her happy. She gently picked up the gleaming wooden instrument and carried it over to her bed where she sat back down and set it in her lap. She positioned her hands and strummed a chord slowly before smiling and closing her eyes allowing the music to take her away for a moment.


Tags: Casey Outfit: Here

[casey]

people got sent here for every reason in the sun, and this frustrated casey beyond belief. even though casey had been antagonized-- they still charged her for assault and battery. they overlooked the fact that the girl had said her brother had it coming, and that she wished he had been gutted on the street. it made the young musician shake with rage. leaving her the computer lab, she headed to her dorm. emerald eyes glancing from person to person, it was a bad habit of her's to look at everyone, everything. she had to see it all, she had to be observant, just in case anything were to happen. not that it would, this place was more dead than anna nicole smith.

her orange hair was down and pulled in a messy sidebraid. her petite hands were limp at her sides, and her black rimmed eyes glanced for a familiar face. not in the mood to really scrounge for one, or make a new friend-- the young girl decided to go to her dorm room. lainey would probably be there, believe it or not-- casey and the girl got along well despite their differences. the orange haired girl poking fun, saying that the new york girl was her glamorous side. who new a boston girl and a new yorker could be friends?

as she entered the dormitory room, she saw the brunette with her guitar. "hey lainey," she spoke with a smile as she set her purse on the desk. she grabbed her own, a black acoustic guitar. it was absolutely ferocious. "mind if i jam with you?" she inquired as she sat on her bed, facing the sex addict with a small smile. music was amazing-- and it was one of the few reasons casey had never committed murder.

tag; lainey , wc; no idea , outfit; click

[laineyallen]

Opening her eyes and looking up as she heard the door open, Lainey smiled slightly at her roommate. The orange haired musician was one of the few people here that understood music like Lainey and for that fact alone, she figured, is why they became friends. Sure, they were set up in the same dorm room, but that didn’t necessarily mean they were going to become friends. They had bonded over a mutual love of music.

Other than that they didn’t seem to have much in common. They came from very different places and truth be told, Lainey didn’t think Casey tried very hard when it came to looks. However, that just proved how much music meant to both of them.

Shrugging her shoulders slightly, Lainey nodded to the petite girl signifying that she was up for a short jam session but didn’t say anything. She continued to strum her guitar softly humming a tune quietly to herself.

Tag: Casey WC: 160ish

[casey]

understood was an understatement; casey lived for music. it wasn't that she didn't try with how she looked-- it just didn't matter to her as much. if she didn't feel good, she wasn't gong to doll herself up, if she was then she would. she didn't find it to be that big of a deal. she wasn't like lainey in a lot of ways, she was reserved-- and didn't think sleeping around was something to be admired. although, when anyone made fun of her roommate-- she did stick up for her, but that was on common decency. as she smiled slightly at casey, she made a gently nod of her head in acknowledgement.

sitting at her bed with the guitar in her nimble hands, she tuned it before glancing at lainey's hands...analyzing what tempo, and melody they were going with. casey followed in with her guitar, supplying a much needed harmony to make the piece sound absolutely fantastic. as she hummed, casey began putting lyrics in her head to fit the song. it was a bad habit of her's . music always seemed to unlock a floodgate for the petite junior. mainly memories of her brother, and that fateful night. her eyes seemed slightly glassy, and she forced the thoughts in the back of her head as she continued with playing her guitar.

tag; lainey , wc; no idea , outfit; click

[laineyallen]

Lainey smiled when she heard Casey's harmony behind her guitar. The oranged haired musician was probably better than Lainey could ever hope to be but she was a decent player.

Their music filled the room immediately and Lainey allowed herself to get lost in the sound for a moment. It was beautiful. Music was one of the few beauties left in the world. She looked over at Casey and smiled again. She knew her room mate pretty well already and she could tell that Casey was putting lyrics to their music in her head. Probably matching perfectly with what Lainey was humming previously. "Go ahead" Lainey said nodding towards Casey indicating that she wanted to hear te petiete girl's lyrics.