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Post by renea elen fusch on Jul 1, 2009 23:07:05 GMT -5
[/IMG] ![]() i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn304/aussie_chick_2378/Hanna%20Beth/hannabeth4.png [/IMG] ![]() i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn304/aussie_chick_2378/Hanna%20Beth/hannabeth4.png [/IMG] » Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes!!There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back[/center] Renea entered warm clothing boutique with a sigh. It was pouring rain and cold outside and the temperature change in the store was nice. She hung her closed purple umbrella to the side of her large purse by the handle, she never left her umbrellas in the little basket stores have in the entrance, the world was just not worthy of that much trust from her. Even if was just an umbrella she wouldn't want it to get stolen, especially in this weather.
After she got used to the heat, Renea started to look around the clothing boutique. It was large with black wood floors and white walls with tan cabinets. The store was divided into two sections, men and women. Women’s on the left and men’s of the right, so naturally, Renea headed to the left. She was in the market for a new pair of dark skinny jeans, black tights, hippie headbands, and loose off shoulder tops. She needed an outfit for tonight and that was her top priority today, which shouldn't have been hard considering the store was pretty empty. Tonight there was going to be a huge concert at one of the venues in London and Renea was going to do a music review of the concert and a possible interview with some of the musicians for the magazine. She loved her job, it allowed her to stay fresh on the party scene and get paid for it too but it also fed her alchol and drug addiction.
Back to shopping though, Renea had found a few pairs of dark jeans and some tops but still wasn't sure on what she would wear tonight. She passed by a full body mirror and checked her self out. Her makeup and hair was already done for the concert. Hair in thick spiral curls and dark makeup for the eyes paired with red lips. Her outfit was simple and comfortable, black skinny jeans with a black hoodie and converse. She straightened out her hoodie and continued shopping. As she was looking through racks something on the other side of the store caught her eye. It was a plaid button down shirt, on the guys side of the store.
Honestly, Renea would never really worry about what other people thought in America but she was still pretty intimidated Europeans, even though she had been living in London for over half a year now and even if girls shopping the guys section wasn‘t weird to other people it was to Renea. She looked both ways to make sure no one was looking and speed walked over to the guys section. She grabbed the shirt and held it up to her small frame. It was large and came down to her mid thighs. Honestly she didn't think it would look that bad as a dress so she continued looking through the racks grabbing more of the button down shirt in different prints and styles. Pretty soon she had a whole arm full of oversized shirts. Wanting to try on the shirts, buy whatever looked good and get out of the store Renea walked speedily over the fitting rooms, her eyes on the clothes in her arm, trying to count how many shirts she took. She got to four when her head accompanied by the rest of her body hit something large. She was sent stumbling back a few feet after droping all of her tops in her arm.
"Watch were yah going,"She muttered in her New York accent as her head shot up to see a man in a hat and dark sun glasses. They both reached to grab the clothes on the floor and Renea immediately began blushing.
"No, no, no! Its fine, I got it! " She said hurriedly trying to grab the shirts but it was to late, the man in front of her already had them in. Her normally pale face turned a deep red.
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Post by dougie lee poynter on Jul 2, 2009 1:49:58 GMT -5
 THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD, MY LOVE,
is those below serving those up above.Dougie took a deep breath as he walked into the local, closest clothing store. It was convenient, and not many fans would trample him here. Yet, he brought a body guard just in case. It did feel quite weird having this big guy in a tuxedo following you every single step you went, but then he had to deal with it. Just one of the concepts for being in one of Britain's most famous band. McFly. Of course, all of the other guys were probably watching television and eating cheese puffs in their apartments, so no big deal. Dougie wanted to get out in the rain, even if it did count for his white shirt to get wet. Dougie enjoyed the rain well, so he did not really bother for an umbrella, even if his body guard brought one for himself. Dougie received a few looks from the employees(and may I imply, both female and male), but he only grinned his sheepish grin and moved on into the mans' clothing section, his body guard right behind him.
Dougie raised an eyebrow as he saw a young lass looking through the mans' section of clothing. It was strange for a lady to be in the mans' section, unless they were getting some thing for their husbands or boy friends, and Dougie took it that this girl was getting some thing to her boy friend, since from his (lack of) vision from his distance, he could not see a ring on her proper hand to wear a ring... unless she did have it on the other hand. Dougie just shrugged this off himself, strolling over to where the polo section was. He definitely wasn't going into the woman's section again, mostly because the last time he had done that he had night mares that night, and those were not so great of night mares. But, since when were night mares ever great? Dougie never had a good night mare, and he did not think that no one else did either, so he did not worry about it.
Dougie picked out a couple of white polos, since he needed those for the gig that McFly were going to do. Tom told them all to dress nicely, but Dougie was definitely not going to dress in a tuxedo, nor would he try to pull of the gangster look again in a tuxedo. That was all just so out of character for Dougie. He started to stroll off to the dressing rooms in the back of the store, until he saw the same female that he had seen earlier. A man of whom was pushing a big black box thing was coming out of the dressing room, fixing to hit the girl. Oi! Watch it!
[/color][/i] Dougie warned, but it was a bit late. He sighed, and as the man pushing the black box came past him, and Dougie stopped him, taking out the however so number of shirts that the guy had taken from the girl, right when he should have noticed that she was bending down to pick them up. Dougie walked over to where the girl was, his shirts still hanging over his right arm. Hey, love. You okay?[/i][/color] Dougie asked, using the casual female nick name around here. Most people called the guys "mate", and the girls "love". It was just too familiar over here, and it was so easy to get used to saying. Dougie grabbed the shirts that the female had but they fell out of her arms and the other employee took them, and handed them back out to the female in front of him. I think these are yours, right?[/i][/color] Dougie questioned, still holding the shirts out to the girl. He hoped that she would at least take them from his hand in no more then a minute, mostly of two reasons. One: he did not want to look like an idiot to the other people around them, holding out a rack of shirts that were from the mans' section to a female. And two: his arm hurt from rehearsal this morning. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] how gratifying for once to know
THAT THOSE ABOVE WILL SERVE THOSE DOWN BELOW!
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Post by renea elen fusch on Jul 2, 2009 20:12:19 GMT -5
   »Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes!!!!There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back
Hey, love. You okay?" The man in front of Renea asked. She knew that 'love' was just a common nickname in the UK but sometimes still it threw her off. In America no one would ever address a stranger who just completely spazed and dropped all her clothes in the middle of a store with a name of such admiration, most likely the opposite, but this was Britain. She found it very strange that two countries that spoke the same language could be so very different at times. But as she knew anyone else would, she just shrugged off the odd (to her) name and proceeded to rub the front of her head a bit.
"Yeah, nothing an aspirin can't fix," She replied, coolly trying not to seem frazzled, which she was. She had a slight headache but was not worried about that, she was more worried that her hair or makeup was a mess. There was no time for her to go back to her stylist before the concert and she had left most of her makeup at her friends house. So quickly before taking the clothes she dropped from the employee she scrunched her hair to ensure the curls would stay until she could get some more hairspray.
After she took the clothing from the employee, which of course was all of her female clothing, she looked to see the man in front of her had all the male clothing she had picked out. She blushed even harder noticing that this wasn't a normal man, this was Dougie Poynter from McyFly, one of the biggest band around here. She decided to pretend not to know who he was though. From the experiences she had with celebrities she knew they didn't like to be recognized in public. Also she didn't want to start a riot in the middle of a clothing store.
"I think these are yours, right? " He said holding out all of the men’s clothing she dropped. Quickly she extended her arms and took the shirts, placing them above the other clothes in her arms.
"Well they're for my brother but yeah...," She lied quietly, feeling very awkward and regretting grabbing those shirts. Not wanting to seem rude she stuck out her hand for him to shake.
"Thanks for the help, I’m Renea," She said with a warm smile, hoping he would continue the conversation. She was pretty shy but if someone started talking to her she would continue the conversation. Plus she was a little nerve wrecked considering she was standing in front of a band member of the UK's biggest band.
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[tag !] dougie, open
[credit !]ALYSSA on caution 2.0!
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Post by dougie lee poynter on Jul 3, 2009 12:50:25 GMT -5
THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD, MY LOVE,
is those below serving those up above. Yeah, nothing an aspirin can't fix. the female had replied, and Dougie raised a brow. She didn't sound British, so she must be from another country. America, maybe? Dougie did not know; he wasn't good with accents besides his own or any other British kiddo. Dougie's mouth turned into a crooked smile when he noticed that the girl had quickly bent down to pick up the rest of the clothing that she dropped, and standing back up and fixing her hair. From what Dougie saw from the United States when he went their to do a movie with the rest of McFly, and all of the girls there had always worried about their hair when the McFly guys walked by. Always straightening out their dress and fixing their hair and such. Dougie was glad that his own girlfriend did not do that, luckily. Or when he was around, at least.
Dougie smirked as he noticed her blush, of which she must have just recognized who he was. He did not know this girl, however, he could have sworn that he had seen her at one of his concerts before. Dougie did not mind to be recognized in public, really. He was recognized too much, no matter how much he tried to hide it. He didn't mind the fan tramples and such, that was just one of the many things that you had to get used to when you're a big star. The clothing store was not filled completely, like it normally was. However, there was many people walking outside, which was absolutely strange since it was raining cats and dogs out there.
Dougie smirked as the girl said her next statement, as if an excuse for picking them out. He didn't mind when he saw girls go into the mans' section to pick out some thing from there, since Dougie had seen many men go over to the womans' section. Dougie took the female's hand when she held it out as a regular greeting. Thanks for the help, I'm Renea. Renea introduced herself, with a smile. Dougie smiled and introduced his own self, and adding some more. Just to carry on a conversation. Dougie Poynter, the bassist from McFly.
[/color] Dougie nodded, smiling himself. What do you work as?[/color] Dougie asked, a childish smile on his face. Dougie had never been shy, not ever, ever. Or at least for a while, however. When he was younger he was quite the loser. He figured that the girl was a little shy, mostly since she seemed so. He also noticed that she wasn't the one to pounce on him, like most of his own fan girls did. It was a little shocking. What would be surprising, however, he actually wondered if this girl did know who he was. She should have at least recognized him from some where, since his face and the faces of the rest of McFly were all over the place, literally.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] how gratifying for once to know
THAT THOSE ABOVE WILL SERVE THOSE DOWN BELOW!
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Post by renea elen fusch on Jul 4, 2009 23:55:28 GMT -5
»Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes!!!!There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back
“Dougie Poynter, the bassist from McFly, " He said, accepting the handshake. From the way Dougie had just put out that he was in fact the bassist from McFly made Renea wonder if he actually like the attention he was getting. To Renea the media blitz, fan girl tramples, and constant camera flashes seemed a little menacing if not scary and how a human being could enjoy that boggled her mind. Sure she got some attention at clubs but it was mostly respect. Renea tried to make as many friends as possible at concerts because she need a good reputation on the party scene. One person who didn’t like her at a concert could ruin a review for her. She was snapped out of her thoughts at Dougie continued the conversation.
“What do you work as? " He asked, obviously not shy. He had this strange little smile that made her grin and furrow her eyebrows at the same time but it just turned to grinning as she answered.
"Im a music reviewer and an art director for a college magazine," She said with a nod, she loved her job and would promote it as much as she could in casual conversation without seeming like a workaholic.
"I doubt you’ve heard of it but its called ‘The Ace’, "
She added not thinking he would, it was only sold on campus and at a few newsstands in London. She had only seen bits and pieces of McFly concerts, mostly because ‘The Ace’ tried to stick to smaller on the rise bands but sooner or later Renea would end up having to review McFly. From what she heard though they sounded pretty good.
"So are you guys on tour, or are you just chillin’? " Renea asked not really sure what to say. She didn’t know enough about the band to know if they were going on the road soon, but if they were she would have to go to a concert, either for the job or just for leisure.
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