to the beat of my own drummer '

[ADRIAN JOSEPH ATLEY]

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adrian didn't know what he was looking for but he considered himself on a mission. it wasn't very common recently to see the twenty-four year old out and about. most of his free time was spent either locked in his room or in the studio laying down tracks, not that he could complain. after all, in his mind, he was living the dream. there wasn't anything he would rather be doing and that was the honest to god truth. however, life spent struggling to be a creative genius was exhausting and he was grateful when his producer and the rest of his recording crew asked for a night off. at first adrian had planned to spend his day off writing. then his strained brain decided on hiding under his fluffy comforter in his boxers and watching the dvds of invader zim that he had just bought. in the end he had spent a couple hours with the old school nickelodeon cartoon before he got tired of being in his otherwise messy apartment.

after some rather quick plotting on his end, adrian ended up on the streets of los angeles high as a fucking kite. it took a lot of practice to be able to walk amongst people as if he was sober and it took even more practice not to get paranoid and trip out. this was adrian's usual routine and like always he had no idea where he was going. that was one thing that he never fixed about himself. adrian grew up in geneva where there wasn't a need for any plans. him and his boys always wandered the streets back at home and whatever happened happened. it was practically the exact opposite here in los angeles. everyone looked like they were on a mission. they had places to go and people to meet and here was adrian practically meandering around and waiting for something to come to him.

when he finally took the time to notice where he was that was when an idea came to him. the glowing sign on the front of the building called out to him, his other home. he stood there for a moment on the sidewalk as everyone walked around him before grabbing the glass door and pulling it open. his sneakers squeaked on the freshly cleaned tile floor of the lobby and he began to make his way towards the practices rooms only to feel someone grab his arm from behind and stop him. "mr. atley, you should know by now that we are closing. i can't let you down there." it didn't take much thought for him to register the voice in his head as belonging to one of the nice secretaries named victoria. sure enough, when he turned his head to look at her, there stood the busty brunette with her face and hair all done up just like the boss liked it. his charming smile fell on his lips as the lull from his high washed over him. his slightly bloodshot brown eyes met hers and he gently nodded his head. "oh c'mon, vikki. look, we've done this before. you lock up and i'll make sure everything is closed on my way out. i'm just going down to the practice rooms. if you don't tell anyone neither will i," he soothed before pulling his arm out of her grasp and continuing on his way. "have a good night," he called, laughing quietly to himself as he heard her heave a sigh and saunter off in her high heels that tapped quickly across the floor and out of earshot.

eventually adrian found himself in one of the larger practice rooms that was equipped with a drum set. after grabbing a pair of drumsticks, he sat down at the kit and began playing away. now, he knew he wasn't a pro at playing but he was surprisingly good for never being taught and for being raised in an otherwise uncreative family. he had always found it ironic that him and his twin were the only ones in the family that were artistic; adrian being the musician and part time artist with ryan being the complete opposite. that was the only positive in the entire fact that his mother had cheated on his father, the twins at least weren't an accountant or teacher like their other siblings.

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[SKYE ANGELA CORINTHOS]

slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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Skye didn't know what the hell she was doing as she wandered the streets. She had walked to the bar, drank too much and was on her way back to her studio apartment, but got lost. In her mind she was lost and was panicking. Taking a deep breath she leaned against a building wall, her arms crossed in thought. Glancing around her surroundings, she half smiled. She was going the right way, good. Pushing her small frame off of the wall, she stretched and walked down the block, chewing her lip. She missed it in New York and felt herself want to move back. When living in Brooklyn she didn't have to travel too far to get to places, you didn't even need a car, but out here? You did and without a car you were stranded. Going into her purse, she took out her phone and checked on the time, wondering if she should call a cab. Rubbing her chin, she soon shook her head. If she felt like she needed to, she would, but now wasn't the moment.

It had been a while since she had over drank like this. Things seemed to have been going good for her, but she thought that maybe school, modeling and her relationship with Draven was stressing her out. She had a lot of art projects and papers due and had been modeling more than she had been in the past. But Draven was on a whole different level and she felt like she was falling for him and she knew that wasn't good. In her mind it wasn't likely that Draven loved her and he wasn't around much to begin with; he was always busy. Sure, he ran his own company, dealt with people, but she felt some more time could of been made for her. Maybe she just felt like she wasn't important to him and it made sense in her mind. Skye couldn't blame him for putting work first, but in the end everything made her go drinking. As she walked out of the bar, she passed some kids getting high. One of them invited her over to chat and during the course of five minutes she had gotten a contact high.

Lifting her head to take note of her surroundings, she noticed the record label building. The small redhead always toyed with the idea of making music and making her own album, her cousin got that far before the band broke up. It had inspired her and she could sing, play several instruments and she knew she was good. If she had been sober, she wouldn't of crossed the street and walked into the building, but she did. She wasn't even sure how she didn't get caught, but she saw a man enter here and it made her want to follow. If she had been sober, or at least buzzed, she would of kept walking and gone home; she didn't know what came over her. Looking around, Skye walked away from the door and lobby quietly, thankful she wasn't wearing heels tonight. Her right ear twitched and she heard heels going in a different direction and a sound of laughter. Heart racing, Skye quietly followed the door of laughter and footsteps, having a feeling it would lead her to where she wanted to be. As she followed after the man, she took a look around and tripped over her feet, causing her to fall. Wincing, she stood up and rubbed her knee's, soon finding the practice room. Chewing her lip, she moved into the room, hands and purse behind her back. "Heh, hi.." The redhead waved shyly, feeling weird for being here. If she belonged here, it was one thing, but she didn't and even her intoxicated self knew that. Slowly moving her arms from behind her back, she crossed them and her large chest pushing up and exposing a bit more of her cleavage. She felt nervous and she looked it. If she was in her normal state, she would of hid her emotions. Chewing her lip again, she took a step back, "Maybe I should leave.."

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status • complete && here’s the outfit~! && sorry it took so long~
word count • 691
lyrics • the show by lenka
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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[ADRIAN JOSEPH ATLEY]

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it was one thing to get adrian's attention when he was sober. it was a completely different story when he was faded. add the fact that he was playing drums and you had a guy that was completely oblivious to the world. so really, it was no surprise that he hadn't heard her follow after him or her falling or even her walking into the room. all adrian was focused on were the sticks held in his hand and how his feet were keeping time by hitting the bass pedal. the only reason why he had even looked up was the fact that he heard her speak just as he was pausing before going into a breakdown. now most people would have been startled and jumped or showed some sign that they were caught off guard. then there was adrian who just slowly turned his head and looked up at her with heavy-lidded red and puffy eyes.

he didn't know the girl and he knew he had never seen her around either so how she had gotten into the building he didn't even know. just looking at her though he could tell she was fucked up and she looked completely nervous in even being there. it didn't exactly make any sense to him. usually when people walked into places, places they didn't really need to be, it wasn't common for them to be nervous. yet here she was, practically shaking like a rainbow colored leaf. his right foot continued to keep time on the bass pedal while he just gave her a shrug. "if you want... you can stay. i really don't care. but you don't look like you are in a good state to be walking through the streets by yourself anyways," he pointed out, barely noticing how her shirt seemed to somehow fall lower to reveal more of her chest. adrian went back to hitting a more mellow beat out on the drums as he kept his chocolate eyes trained on her. he at least wanted to know if she was leaving or staying before he looked away from her. the last thing he needed was for her to walk up on him and scare the living shit out of him, which seemed quite possible since she was so damn quiet.

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