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    [font=aal][color=white]Gerard wasn't saying anything. It was a mixture of embarrassment and shame that boiled inside him, and he just couldn't bring himself to say anything. Ray knew of course, and spoke for him. "Well... Like I said, nobody has ever made it. Everyone has died. And of course, if you get caught, you and Gerard will be executed where you stand. I say you go to Pete's first. He has supplies. Obviously I don't have much to give you." AT the edge of his sentence Raymond stood up and crossed the room and pulled Gerard to his feet, giving him a rough pat on the back. He crossed to Maisie and hugged her, whispering his best regards. Without time for e reply, Gerard had his hand with Maisie's and was pushing out the door.


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    [align=center][font=aal][color=white]Gerard Way
    Gerard really needed to calm down. He was a bundle of nerves, and his head was basically still swimming from the drop tower. He wanted to sleep, close his eyes so he wasn't fighting the blazing sun, and maybe even drink a million cups of coffee. Though the bitter, hot liquid seemed uninviting for once. It was too hot for coffee, Gerard felt like he was sweating through his clothes. He'd been quiet a sweaty person since he could remember, though in highschool he was over-weight and gym class was absolute hell. Sweating like a whore in church while on a daily basis kids ignored him and always picked him last, laughed about those damn shorts that showed his girly thighs and 'accidentally' pushing him into other kids. So yeah. Fat people in gym isn't good for their self esteem in anyway.
    Gerard pushed the thoughts from his head, pulling at his shirt and fanning himself with it as the sun continued to beat down on his and his fellow vocalist. He was happy that Andy had decided to accompany him. He really didn't want to be wondering around like a lost puppy. The rest of their group had taken the map, and Gerard usually didn't know where the hell they were going most of the time.


    Gerard grinned up at Andy, "Thanks," he responded sarcastically, shoving his hands into his pockets. He loved everyone of his fans, too, though sometimes he just wanted to climb into his little shell and be out of the light of stardom. Slipping from his thoughts, Gerard realized his black hair felt like it was on fire, and he eagerly pushed it around to release it from any kind of heat. It was good to start moving, and he stayed close to Andy, his shoulder occasionally bumping into the taller man. He hoped Mikey would be okay. He wasn't a meter away from Goliath before glancing back, trying to see if the coaster clicking up had his little brother on it. Almost slamming into a stranger, Gerard turned again to the front, subtly trying to dry his sweat by putting his hands on hips and walking. Curling a smile, Gerard chuckled, "I don't think I ate before the show, yesterday, either, honestly." he shrugged, eyes flickering around the park. The hot smell of popcorn lingered everywhere -- kitty rides swirling in circles and cheap little games lining everywhere he stepped. He though it was cool though, how places can have so much life and people. Some of it gave him inspiration, and he cursed under his breath for leaving his art supplies at home. He smiled brightly though, his anxious attitude melting away. It was interrupted at the sight of 'Frank's Furters and Fries', which he snickered at with a hand clasped over his mouth. It tickled him and he went into a goofy laughing fit, shaking his head as he and Andy strolled inside.


    A strong layer of salty smells swirled into Gerard's senses, and he screwed his face up and exhaled heavily. Past that, he wanted to splatter out on the cold floor and relish the air-conditioning, but he stopped himself and instead moved the back of his hair from his neck, getting a rush of chills as he did so. It felt good and he sighed comfortably, his face still hot as he used the back of his sleeve to wipe the sweat that still poured off. He smiled at Andy, his eyes sporting crow's feet at the corners as he did so. He nodded, pulling again at his jacket and wafting some cold air into his chest and underarms. "Tell me about it," he muttered, laughing at the edge of his sentence. He caught a few people's eyes as they poked their neighbor and whispered in their ear, and the faint sound of a camera lens snapping could be heard in the distance. In a brief moment, Gerard took the time to observe his surroundings. It was all super bright, though obviously the color scheme had an eighties feel. He didn't mind, though, but the neon colors made him want to repaint everything. He was too involved with his own thoughts about how disgusting the colors were to hear Andy, and the only reason he was jolted to reality was the small cashier girl making a small coughing noise. He spun to her, scanning the menu and choosing the first one his eyes came in contact with. "Um...I'll have the...Cheese Fries, please," he murmured, pointing at the picture to illustrate his point. The little lady punched in his order and he got a Coke, before scooting over to let Andy order, moving to get his hands onto his wallet to pay for their overprice meals.
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  • waysack, purdo, and that black hole called shipping. [p]

    oh shit
    i've never been in/seen a fight go down o-o
    there was one day in elementary school that there was a huge food fight
    but i was absent 'cos i was sick xD
    so yeah //lame
    well i hope everyone is okay
    that sounds pretty dangerous.
    D:


    yeah idgaf fucking waysack, yoo.
    like seriously
    i want a relationship like andy/gerard's will be man ;_;
    whaa


    shdfkjals frerard <3

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    [font=ss]okay also i've been in love these song. i don't usually listen to stuff like this but idk man it made me cry

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    [font=ss]i really don't know man ; - ;

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    [align=center][font=aal][color=white]Gerard Way
    Gerard's stomach yearned for food, and when Andy swooped him his tray, he smiled, thanking him. He scurried after the taller man, focusing on not tripping and falling. He looped up, blinking burnt-hazel eyes up to the small little area packed with people. There were people leaning on the walls, shoved in booths and tables, fucking everywhere. Gerard flicked stray strands of raven hair out of his eyes with a jerk of his head and shifted his weight to his other foot. Andy had a point, he would do the same, but people were shoved in the smallest bits of open space. And it was too hot to stand outside, but it was obvious that they had to find some kind of alleviation on the small patio-like area on the outside. It seemed heavily shaded enough so it didn't seem like a huge deal. Stepping over people, Gerard and his companion made it to the door, and Gerard against thanked him for holding the door. Gee wasn't as pleased as he wanted to be as he walked outside. There were people gathered about in large groups. He was kind of awe-struck, and glanced around, his shyness kicking him straight in the ass. He found Andy's eyes and nodded when the younger man found the shielded area in the back. Gerard glanced over his shoulder one more time, and to his dismay there were girls snapping photos of him and Andy, though he smiled believably well and waved, following suit with Andy. Gerard thought about meeting them, or if someone would come and meet them. He thought that would be cool. Though he didn't want to have a full meet and greet, he was far to hungry right now.


    Sitting down came swiftly to Gerard. Even though his whole episode was in the far past and he been sitting down only moments ago, his legs still felt weak and tired. It was probably the heated weather, it was draining him. Nevertheless, he hadn't eaten, speaking of...
    Gingerly, Gerard poked around and ate them at random, more focused on drinking the fizzy drink. He looked up at Andy, nodding, his mouth full. Swallowing hard he cocked his head to the side, resting his face on the heel of his palm. Andy had removed his jacket, revealing his tattoos. Gerard laughed at the joke and retorted with, "Oh yeah, totally." It was no secret about Gerard's immense passion for art, and he smiled at the sight of them, and he ate a few more fried before straightening up. "What do your tattoos mean?" he asked, eyes lighting up. He glanced around as a few girls snuck a few more snaps in, and Gerard wondered why they had to be so weird about it. He poked around his food and ate more, his tastebuds begging for the saltiness.
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    [font=aal][color=white]Carefully Gerard got into the car, taking out a cigarette and smoking as his nervousness balled up. He pulled out of the driveway nodding, rubbing his eyes. "We should find a motel for the night. It's almost dawn. Go to sleep if you can, I'll get us there," he smiled over to her halfheartedly, turning out of the small town he just came from, exiting on the highway. More people gathered and threatened a traffic jam, and he skillfully weaved through them, every once and a while ashing his cigarette out of the cracked window. He hummed through closed teeth, occasionally whistling lowly. He went for a good hour without speaking, and the sky bled purples, reds and baby blues as he pulled into a old motel. It kind of looked like a horror movie, with a long corridor of an alley spinning to the left of the worn-out building. Gerard got out and hopped to the lobby, his brain fizzing with wariness. The man working the counter seemed to not know how to work a shower, or was never introduced to a shaving razor, because he had a white wife-beater on that had multiple stains. When Gerard approached him he realized he smelled of drugs and sweat, and when Gee got his keys, the greaser's hands were slimy and puffy.
    Gerard hastily made his retreat, opening the door to the stale, still air. He went to the car, opening the door for Maisie and motioning outward, and giving her the keys. "Go ahead inside, I'm going to get a few things from the back."
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    [font=dd][color=white]oh my god! thank you so much <3 c:

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    [align=center][font=aal][color=white]Gerard Way
    Gerard listened intently, his hazel eyes fixated upon the collection of ink Andy had on his skin. With every word the shorter man nodded, a curly smile creasing his features. He loved each tattoo, because it meant something. He smiled at the batman tattoo, saving the conversation for a later time. Crossing his legs, Gerard nodded and ran a hand through his already greased-up black locks of hair. He never did have a lack of respect for the younger vocalist, but somehow his short chatter about his introverted cross made Gee focus on it and nod, a smile digging harder to his features. The faint mystique of it made it really interesting, how it was a jolt to the senses and made you wonder. Gerard liked that. Offhandedly, Gerard decided to interpret that idea into his art somehow.
    Gerard was inwardly disappointed with the fact Andy didn't tell him about every single tattoo scrolled around his body, but in a vain attempt to count them, he decided that would be far too long for the taller man to point around his body, which was substantially covered in ink. As Andy sat Gerard stretched, pulling his arms to the air and blinking coolly. They shade was nice, though hot air still surrounded them. Sitting straight, Gerard nibbled at his food, taking a long swig of Coke before shaking his head to Andy's question. "Afraid of needles," he cooed, pursing his lips and nodding like, 'yep, I know, pathetic right'. He fiddled with the lid of his soda, distracting himself with the noise.
    "H-Hello?"
    Gerard turned slightly in his seat and was met with a scrawny little deer of a person. She wore striped long-sleeves and a black shirt with the Warped Tour of wonderful 2013 design printed on it -- with BVB and MCR's names beside each other. Long brunette hair reached the small of her back and it was heavily straightened, it was painfully obvious that she had to ease her head into a weird position because of her bangs that swept across her face. She looked about thirteen, though without a doubt Gerard knew she was older, and offhandedly he thought that the scrawniness made her look tinier. She looked terribly nervous as if someone was about to shoot her in the head if she didn't carry on a conversation with them. Gerard smiled gently at her, lifting out of his seat, holding out his hand as she took it like he was a god. He greeted her back, and asked her name. "Maisie...I'm, you guys," her voice wobbled -- Gerard knew what was going to happen next because she already had her hands on her eyes, a common gesture when talking to famous people, apparently. He pat her back and laughed, tugging her into a hug to which she happily obliged. He motioned for Andy to join them, looking bright but careful.


    Gerard had plenty of fan experiances like so, but when it was a person solo, who just came up to him at her own devices and tried to say something, that really got him. It made his heart do little flips and it made this burst of warmth regulate his body. It was moments like this Gerard really gets why he loves the band. He fucking does this to people, he and Andy both, just my being them. Subconciously he tightened his grip around the girl, his daddy instincts kicking in and he murmured, 'it's okay, 'it's okay' on repeat. After a moment of her sobs she excused herself after saying, "Heroes." Gerard felt all warm and fuzzy, a smile gracing his features still. He loved his fans.
    Patting his pants down for no reason, he motioned to the wheel that was barely poking out from over the brightly colored rooftops. "Ready?" he cautiously asked, picking up his half-eaten food and sipped Coke, smiling slightly.
    [hr][color=white][font=ds]awkward gerd is awkward
    <3

  • waysack, purdo, and that black hole called shipping. [p]

    i feel underpressure when people do that to me :-\ plus i've learned that they stalk you around and find out you've not responded to their post but have been responding to other threads and then yell at you ; u ; ahh


    gerard is the only one i know of really well like that, and the only reason i know so much is because of tumblr xD


    he loves the shit out of me
    i play flute right
    so i'm in the front row. he's a trumpet player and he always plays right in my face when i'm in a sour mood because i usually always laugh my ass off
    he also lets me eat lunch in his room so i'm not forced to sit at a table alone
    so yeah he's pretty cool
    i hope we get to play it ; u ;
    since it's my last year at this school and all
    and i also hope this one guy doesn't get the trumpet solo. either hunter should play it and duet with emma or i'm going to be really mad
    //ramble