((Can I get your E-mail address, please?  Maybe through an R- Mail?

And I think that splitting it would work, though it'd be a bit hard to get used to.

Religion, I see.  I'm not much for it myself.  Wouldn't call myself an athiest, can't even spell that infact, but I don't fit into anything else.  Hope you work out all your troubles <3))

((*Stabs wooden stake through Rp*  I didn't want to have to do this D;  But I will continue it with CH.  The legacy must live on, for at least another four days!

And I can almost assure there'll be a remake of this thread about a month from now.

Oh, and any lurkers that might be reading this, I may consider continuing this thread :D)) 

OOC:
Hi, Kate <3
UHM...I'm kind of back, faster then I would have thought. Sorry to make such a big deal with the email thing. I thought I was going to be gone for at least a month D:

Anyways, since I'm back, we can let Shaste back on, if she wants (And if you want. Your in charge D: I just felt bad for taking her out in the first place D:) too.

((*Flails*  Welcome back ♥

I just replied in da E-mails, before I'd read this.

Shasteh!  Please come back ^.^))

OOC:
Yeah, I replied :D

But didn't put a role play reply, I was just asking if you wanted to take it to here. Haha :D

OOC:
Sorry it took me so long! D:

BIC:

At first, Nikki didn’t understand what made Sidney pause after suggesting starting walking back to her home. She was still wearing his coat, and was so warm she didn’t realize the flakes dropping delicately into her bright red hair. She smirked as she finally noticed, but tried to get it out of her hair without looking like a dog shaking it out.

It was as if once they started walking to her house, they were there. Ended just as fast as it started, so to speak. She stopped and watched as he kept going – only a couple steps ahead of her, probably thinking they weren’t there yet – then finally said, quietly, “It’s right here…” pointing to the front lawn that she stopped to and was standing by. She shrugged off his coat, and felt the change in the weather as she handed it too him. Her arms instantly went numb from the snow falling down but didn’t mind. She tended to like the cold – not when it made you numb, of course – but she knew how to handle it since she enjoyed the ‘cool’ type weathers.

“Thanks.” Though, she didn’t know what she was thanking him for. Maybe for letting her use the jacket. Maybe because he was so open with her about his past – and his name. Maybe it was just because he was nice. She shyly lifted her hand and put a strand behind her ear that was laying in front of her face. Awkwardly, she found that, this was probably it. Her estimate of 20 minutes of embracing heaven – even though 10 of those minutes were on a Ferris Wheel – with Storm – or, as she can say now ‘Sid’ – was over. She lifted her hand in a lazy wave, before walking up to the front porch. Just then did she realize that she couldn’t walk in, her mother  could still be up. She made a different plan. Once she saw Sidney walk away, she would jump over the fence in the back and climb up to the window, but she had to wait for him to be out of sight. Trying to look nonchalant – just in case he was still standing there - she sat on the porch steps, ignoring the cold weather. Hoping Sidney wouldn’t ask what she was doing, and – even though it wasn’t exactly what she wanted – leave. 

"Oh.  Hehe."  Storm pivotted around and shuffled back over to her.  He accepted his coat, nearly have forgotten he'd let Nikki borrow it in the first place.  The soft fabric instantly warmed his hands as he held it, glancing at the jacket, and then back to the girl.  They probably wouldn't see eachother ever again, and it came off as a sad and very hard to comprehend truth.  She wasn't just another fan to him, but more of a friend by this time.  Their outing together, though lacking in time, was probably more enjoyable than a creamy mocha latte in Sid's eyes.   And he rather adored his mocha lattes.

With a just short of forceful motion, he paced over to the now sitting girl, shoving the jacket rightfully into her arms.  She deserved a souvineer.  Besides, this singer had plenty of coats of all syles and variations, and he could spare one to his new friend.

"No.  Thank you."

It wasn't without a smile and smooth wave that he diverged, Skunk by his side.  Staying any longer would spell a painful good-bye, and he couldn't do that, despite the desire.

He would defend his opinion that the walk back to the bus was the longest walk ever, feeling as though any moment Nikki would approach from behind.  Skunk was even silent the whole time, which was unusual for him.

Back at the bus, Dodger huddled on the couch, sparing a glare when the guitarist and the singer returned.  By this time, all the fans would be home, and the band should be asleep.  The manager wasn't in sight, probably reverting the stadium back to its original state in preparation for their leaving tomorrow. 

Exhausted, it wasn't long before Skunk and Storm crashed on their beds, ready for what the next day would bring.  Meanwhile the white flakes caked over the ground outside, a thin sheet of silken white already chilling the soil. 

OOC:
How does it usually work for tours? Like, tomarrow do they leave for the next town? Or, do they usually stay longer? D:

OOC:
Alrightayyyy :D

I have to go, which is why I stopped the post at a horrible time. I would have kept going but...yeah, ahaa BYEE :D

BIC:

Surprised at Sidney's jacket back in her grasp, she couldn't help but smile. Too speechless to respond. Why would a amazing star like him even care about giving her the jacket? Did he expect her too tell the world, and then give him the reputation of 'generousity'? Yeah, that was probably it. For publicity. That was probably the only reason why he chose to stick around her for the time being.

When Sidney was out of sight, Nikki quickly ran away from the front porch, and jumped over the fence to get to the back yard. From there, she quickly - and, as quietly as possible - grabbed the ladder she used to use to get in her tree house, and brought it right next to her bedroom window. If she looked straight ahead, she could see the inside of her house through the glass back door. Thankfully, everyone was already in bed.

When she got up to the ladder, and easily squeezed inside her window, she - again, as quietly as possible - pulled the ladder also. Once it was all in her room, she found it the most stupidest idea ever. She could have just moved the ladder on the other side of the window where no one who looked through the back door saw it. She rolled her eyes, and quietly stepped into the hall. No one acted as though they heard any disturbance. Good. She walked backwards into her room, eyes straight ahead to see any movement. She was just about to turn around when the ladder was under her feet. Out of instinct, she yelped as she fell down, grasping for nothing in the air to break her fall. Again, just because of instinct, she grabbed ahold of her desk, and instead of her getting up, it fell down with her. Binders and papers, and a coffee mug that was supposed to be downstairs but she forgot to bring it down the other morning crashed on the ground.

She heard her parents bed room door open. Now was a time to think up a better plan than her juvenile one.

((Let's see, they met on a bench after Nikki was abandoned by her friends, and ended up going on a ferris wheel.  Storm leaked a bunch of info about his past, including his real name (Sidney).  And that he wanted to be a photographer, but gave that up.

Then, Nikki was walked home, and had to sneak back into her house.  She tripped on a ladder, though, and now her parents are waking up.)) 

"I thought you said it wouldn't be much..."  Storm's amber eyes darted over the landscape, blanketted in at least five inches of the white stuff.  This wouldn't be a stall, if it weren't for the fact it was still falling, the late morning sun veiled behind the pale grey clouds.

"Yeah.  You said there wouldn't be much."  Dodger's ex
pression reflected a long- awaited victory.

"That's what the weather channel said.  But even still, I didn't guarantee anything."  The guitarist stubbornly turned his head away from his band mate.

The manager was busy making phone calls, eagerly watching for any signs of snow plows or salt trucks.  He'd told the band there might be a delay, but it wouldn't exceed one day.

"I'm headed to the beach."  This would have sounded strange coming from anyone else, but it wasn't unusual for this singer to visit any known sight worth seeing.  The beach was a familiar ground to him, but it'd be different in this more frigid climate. 

Suited up in a rich chocolate colored button- up overcoat, he set out, eyes glinting proudly to show off his new magenta tinted contacts.  Though this fearful boy wouldn't dare go near a snake or spider, he had the courage to wear pink.  And on this particular day, he complemented his bright eyes with a woolen black beret and a matching scarf.

The snow gave the aquatic landscape a whole new aura.  The only place where sand peeked through was where the waves collided with the land.  And the breeze off the ocean added even more chill to the already freezing weather.  Despite this, the interested and mildly amazed Storm took a seat, camera already in hand.