SHOP UNTIL YOU DROP } * bronx

[HARVEY GENEVIEVE SANDVIK .]

through senses, how can we explain?

After she arrived in Carmel, she felt somewhat more relaxed; it was a like a mini vacation she had let herself have before the next tour started up. She knew that she wouldn't have a long time to just sit back and relax, so she made the most of it. She had done all of the touristy things that Carmel had to offer, she just lounged around the house in her pajamas all day (that was something that she absolutely never did) and she even managed to hang out with some of her friends. One of them had been Ben Kanst, someone of whom she didn't expect to see in such a small town. But, then again, he probably felt the same towards her. The two of them both knew fame and fortune very well, having toured together over the years before it ended. She figured he had gone back to some place like New York or L.A. but she had found him in a coffee shop at the same time that she was going in for her morning tea.

Another thing that Harvey had been taking advantage of, was shopping. She knew that the next tour that she was going to be on, she was going to need to step up to the wardrobe. Usually she found herself wearing a blazer, a corset, some short shorts and long stocking, topping it all off with a pair of bitch kickers. Lately, she felt as though she wanted to go in more of a steam punk direction, which was difficult to do. As she walked around the Carmel plaza, she was realizing that looking in a small town for such a wardrobe was probably not exactly the best place to start. It was then that she made a mental note to take a drive out to L.A. and further her search out to there. In the mean time, though, she found herself in the salvation army, looking around at all of the used clothes that she would be afraid to cut up and mix together.

Honestly, she never really understood why people spent so much money on clothes, when they could easily make their own style up by buying second hand things. Of course, there were certain things that weren't so easy to make, like corsets for instance. Otherwise Harvey usually made her own clothes and outfits; it had actually become quite a style in some parts of the world.

As she walked through the isles of the salvation army, raiding the racks for anything interesting, she could feel like someone was watching her and possibly sneaking up on her. Stopping for a moment, she lifted her head and looked around the store, trying to see if she could recognize anyone. After she realized that she was probably just being paranoid, she went back to sifting through the racks, wanting to find something that could easily turn into anything she wanted.

FOUR SIX TWO WORDS, THERE YA GO, NATEY. SORRY IT'S SO SHITTY.

[BRONX ERICKSON WARD.]

NEVERMIND, THINGS ARE GOOD AGAIN

AND I WON’T LET, I CAN’T LET REAL LIFE BRING ME DOWN

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] A night of partying had a way of leaving Bronx tucked in his bed and sound asleep for a good long time later than usual. For the most part, he was always up early and seeking another adventure long before most people. However, excessive alcohol consumption kept him in bed for at least a few more hours than normal, depending on just how much he had consumed the evening before. He hadn’t gone completely out of control last night, but it was enough to make Lucifer, the macaw that ruled his apartment, impatient. Instead of waking up slowly and on his own terms, the macaw decided to act as his alarm clock. At first, Lucy used gentler methods – nibbling on his ear – but when Bronx brushed him off, effectively knocking the bird over and slept on, Lucy became indignant. The good loud squawk that the bird gave off next did a good job at waking him up with a jolt and once his disorientation wore off, he eyed the bird with as much bitterness as he could. “You, sir, are lucky that you’re not even half my size.” Since both he and the macaw had long since figured out that he was incapable of staying angry with Lucy, Bronx allowed the creature to settle in on his shoulder before he climbed to his feet. He took the time to feed Lucy breakfast before he did anything else, but after that, he wasted no more time in executing his perfected ‘morning after’ routine. It began and ended with coffee, with a shower, breakfast and a change of clothes in between. And, of course, a blended drink that he was convinced could cure every hangover around. After all of that was said and done, Bronx collected a few things such as his wallet, his phone and his house keys, and he was out the door. It never did take very long for him to venture out for one reason or another, or even no reason at all. This time though, he had a goal in mind to not return home until he’d purchased one new outfit – or, enough pieces to make one, whether they all matched together or not – and a brand new toy for his macaw. The first couple clothing store stops were a bust; finding nothing that held his attention long enough to make it to the cash register. He then stopped at a pet store to grab what ended up to be a few things for Lucifer. Once he was finished in there, he skateboarded aimlessly for a while, trying to come up with another store to go to. When The Salvation Army came to his mind, he immediately rerouted and headed there. He didn’t always find something there to buy, but in the times that he had, it had been a gem. It didn’t take long from where he’d been to arrive at his destination and when he did arrive there, he was quick to start checking things out; his skateboard and pet store bag both clutched in one hand. When he caught a glimpse of a familiar female though, he set both of those things down and started sneaking up to her, intending to get a good scare out of her. After all, that was the game that he and Harvey had eventually started playing when both of their band’s had toured together. He had initiated by scaring her once and proceeding that it’d all been about one-upping the other. The instant that she started looking around he ducked behind a rack of clothing, glancing back briefly to make sure nobody was about to steal his skateboard. After peeking around the clothes to see if Harvey had gone back to looking at the clothes in front of her, he snuck back out and half-tackled her in an attempt to illicit a spooked reaction from her. “Hah!” He exclaimed. “I gotcha!” words; 653 tag; harvey note; this post was fun to write ;p template made by missickle

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[HARVEY GENEVIEVE SANDVIK .]

through senses, how can we explain?

It was kind of refreshing, having some actual time to just do whatever she wanted, rather than being confined to the schedule of her manager. Lately she had been going to the beach often, not even with friends, she enjoyed going by herself near dusk just so that she could walk along the water's edge and think about nothing and everything at the same time. It helped especially whenever she felt as though she was having a hard time thinking of a concept for a song or she was stuck on a couple lines. Most of her songs came from the heart and were about things that she truly supported and believed in. She never drank or did drugs, seeing as she had been the effects in both her mom and step-dad (her biological father having died when she was only five). She never thought that they should be needed when it came down to the writing process; there was just no reason for it. She felt the human mind was already complex enough and that anything that couple possibly make it too complex was bad for creativity. Sometimes all that was needed was something simple, like a walk on the beach, to clear the mind and help with influence.

It wasn't just music that Harvey was creative with, as stated before, she pretty much made all of her own clothes and enjoyed doing so. Her influences were pretty much everything around her, finding something interesting that she could put onto her next stage outfit. Sometimes she worse something extremely simple on stage, like jeans and a t-shirt, but other times she went all out with a corset and big boots. Her creativity usually peaked whenever she was in a thrift store, running the idea through her mind before she would decided whether to buy it or not. The same went for now; as she picked up an old, plaid skirt, she wondered what she could do with it. Maybe add some lace somewhere and turn it into something completely original.

However, just as she had picked it up, she had got that feeling that someone was watching her. But, after looking around and not seeing anyone, she realized she was probably paranoid; no one knew her here. However, when she suddenly felt someone completely tackle her, she screamed; and this was no half assed scream, this was a full out scream. At first she thought it was some crazed fan, kidnapping her. But when she realized just who it was, she almost felt angry. It wasn't because he tackled her and made her scream, it was because he managed to scare her; now she needed to step up her game and get him back, "You son of a bitch!" she shouted before she started laughing genuinely, "Holy shit, you got me good." she explained before she put her hand on her heart and let out a deep breath.

FOUR EIGHT NINE WORDS, THERE YA GO, NATEY. SORRY IT'S SO SHITTY.