Pheonix791989
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ah well we cant all be lucky enough to want a certaint sister to update *cough cough* do it **** it
My Version of our LPF family!
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Pheonix791989
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yeah about as subtle as a hidden **** wearing a big black and red swastizka on his face. no offence to ne one. but update it **** it. *starts poking your arm off*
Greyfoxx
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~~Club Teen, Downtown LA~~
I waited in line outside the newest club for teens. I was bored and this was the only good thing to do at the time. I knew I was going to get caught by Chester, or even worse, Rob. I knew it and I wasn’t gonna deny it. Though I needed some time to adapt to being even more of a freak than I was before I turned. Now I really was the family freak, and I hated it. I hated that fact that everyone knew me as ‘The Freak’ or ‘The Mistake’. Nobody but my closest friends and family really called me by my name, but now, now that I was stronger than I ever was before as a vampire; I’ll change how they see me. Now, I decided as I walked slowly through the line, now they WILL come to know fear when they hear the name ‘Fox’. I was at the front of the line now and the bouncer looked me over, from my combat boots, to my leather trench, to my newly dyed Blood Red hair. “ID?” he grunted. I tugged on my chain and out came my wallet from my back pocket. I opened it to the ID of me, and he took it, and studied the last name. I glared at him, daring him to mention something about my ‘father’. “Go ahead in Ms. Fox.” I walked right in as a reply to his acceptance.
Inside the so-called ‘club’ was loud, dark, and pulsing; a perfect place for me to think. I looked around and saw the bouncer talking to another bouncer. I strained my ears to hear what he was saying. “See that girl over there? That mean looking one? She’s the daughter of Rob Bourdon! Giver that new VIP roped off room!” whispered the first Bouncer. The other one glanced at me as I stood there listening, “You sure?” he asked. The first one nodded and went back to his post. The new bouncer walked over to me. “Uh, excuse me Ms. Bourbon?” I nodded. “I can show you to the a VIP room if you like.” I glared around. “Is it loud?” He looked uneasily around. “Only if you want it to be.” I grinned wickedly. “Good, crank up some good music when I get there.” He started off to a distant room, and I slowly followed, surveying my surroundings.
I waited in line outside the newest club for teens. I was bored and this was the only good thing to do at the time. I knew I was going to get caught by Chester, or even worse, Rob. I knew it and I wasn’t gonna deny it. Though I needed some time to adapt to being even more of a freak than I was before I turned. Now I really was the family freak, and I hated it. I hated that fact that everyone knew me as ‘The Freak’ or ‘The Mistake’. Nobody but my closest friends and family really called me by my name, but now, now that I was stronger than I ever was before as a vampire; I’ll change how they see me. Now, I decided as I walked slowly through the line, now they WILL come to know fear when they hear the name ‘Fox’. I was at the front of the line now and the bouncer looked me over, from my combat boots, to my leather trench, to my newly dyed Blood Red hair. “ID?” he grunted. I tugged on my chain and out came my wallet from my back pocket. I opened it to the ID of me, and he took it, and studied the last name. I glared at him, daring him to mention something about my ‘father’. “Go ahead in Ms. Fox.” I walked right in as a reply to his acceptance.
Inside the so-called ‘club’ was loud, dark, and pulsing; a perfect place for me to think. I looked around and saw the bouncer talking to another bouncer. I strained my ears to hear what he was saying. “See that girl over there? That mean looking one? She’s the daughter of Rob Bourdon! Giver that new VIP roped off room!” whispered the first Bouncer. The other one glanced at me as I stood there listening, “You sure?” he asked. The first one nodded and went back to his post. The new bouncer walked over to me. “Uh, excuse me Ms. Bourbon?” I nodded. “I can show you to the a VIP room if you like.” I glared around. “Is it loud?” He looked uneasily around. “Only if you want it to be.” I grinned wickedly. “Good, crank up some good music when I get there.” He started off to a distant room, and I slowly followed, surveying my surroundings.
Pheonix791989
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interesting. i cant wait to see what anarchy and chaos you come up with
Pheonix791989
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well whats ur first name? dipstick?
Greyfoxx
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***sowwie for Double Post!!****
As I walked into the VIP room, somebody spotted me and turned on Linkin Park because of Rob. I attempted to ignore the songs that held my true fathers screaming voice but it was hard to do since everybody now knew that I was Chaz’s daughter. People came rushing to me, attempting to get some kind of idea what was going on with my fathers. I ignored them until about 15minutes later when the crowd parted and got quiet to show Rob striding coolly up to the VIP room, looking more ****** than ever. His features were all red with anger, and he didn’t take his bloodshot eyes off of me. “Fox, what the **** do you think you were doing? Running away from home like that!? **** Fox, your mother nearly had a heart attack! We have been looking for you for 20 hours straight! Get off your *** Fox! We are Leaving!” he screamed. I wasn’t afraid of him anymore because I knew I could take whatever he gave out, but I didn’t move a muscle. “No. I’m not going. I’m waiting for my DAD to come get me and I’m not leaving till he does.” I said slyly. Robs’ neck showed bulging veins that nearly popped outta his neck, but I still didn’t move. “I AM your father Fox! I’m the one who raised you for almost sixteen ******* years! Where was Chester during that time eh?” he growled. At this I stood up and looked up into Robs’ eyes. There were caring thoughts through the anger. He really cared about me. I sighed and walked past Rob and out to the road, where when Rob was busy signing autographs, I slipped out of sight and into the darkness once more, hopefully he wouldn’t find me so easily next time.
As I walked into the VIP room, somebody spotted me and turned on Linkin Park because of Rob. I attempted to ignore the songs that held my true fathers screaming voice but it was hard to do since everybody now knew that I was Chaz’s daughter. People came rushing to me, attempting to get some kind of idea what was going on with my fathers. I ignored them until about 15minutes later when the crowd parted and got quiet to show Rob striding coolly up to the VIP room, looking more ****** than ever. His features were all red with anger, and he didn’t take his bloodshot eyes off of me. “Fox, what the **** do you think you were doing? Running away from home like that!? **** Fox, your mother nearly had a heart attack! We have been looking for you for 20 hours straight! Get off your *** Fox! We are Leaving!” he screamed. I wasn’t afraid of him anymore because I knew I could take whatever he gave out, but I didn’t move a muscle. “No. I’m not going. I’m waiting for my DAD to come get me and I’m not leaving till he does.” I said slyly. Robs’ neck showed bulging veins that nearly popped outta his neck, but I still didn’t move. “I AM your father Fox! I’m the one who raised you for almost sixteen ******* years! Where was Chester during that time eh?” he growled. At this I stood up and looked up into Robs’ eyes. There were caring thoughts through the anger. He really cared about me. I sighed and walked past Rob and out to the road, where when Rob was busy signing autographs, I slipped out of sight and into the darkness once more, hopefully he wouldn’t find me so easily next time.
Pheonix791989
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nice you dumb bat. i think for junk food ur pretty smart, I like it but as always not enough write more
Greyfoxx
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~~Home of Rob~~
“What do you mean you LOST her?” screamed Rav at Rob, whom was sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. “I don’t know what happened Rav! One minute she was walking out to the car, and as soon as I turn to give a few autographs away, she’s gone!” he answered. Rav froze in mid-stride. She looked pale and ******. “You signed autographs while you were getting Fox??!??? What the **** were you thinking?! She most likely ran off because you were signing autographs!!! You care more about your freaking career than your family!” Rob looked straight at his wife. “I do NOT care more about my career than I do about you guys. I love you all.” Rav was about to say something when the phone ringing interrupted her. It was Chester. “Hello Chester. No we don’t have her. Rob went to the club and everything went fine, but then he lost her again. No, there is no need for that Chester, we’ll get her. No, don’t do that. Alright, fine have it your way.” Click, she hung up the phone and looked at her husband. “Great, now Chester is going to take it upon himself to find Fox.” At that moment, Mel walked into the room where Rob and Rav were. She was dressed as if she was going out. Rav looked at her. “Where do you think your going young lady?” Mel stared daringly back at her mother. “Chester called my cell phone before he called you. He wants my help with finding my stupid sister. I told him I’d be happy to help, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.” And with that, she walked out the door to a car that was waiting outside. Rav ran so fast to the window to see whom it was, that she almost knocked over Rob. She peered outside and saw Mel getting into a car with Chester at the wheel. “**** it. **** it all to ****. Now I have to worry about both of them.”
“What do you mean you LOST her?” screamed Rav at Rob, whom was sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. “I don’t know what happened Rav! One minute she was walking out to the car, and as soon as I turn to give a few autographs away, she’s gone!” he answered. Rav froze in mid-stride. She looked pale and ******. “You signed autographs while you were getting Fox??!??? What the **** were you thinking?! She most likely ran off because you were signing autographs!!! You care more about your freaking career than your family!” Rob looked straight at his wife. “I do NOT care more about my career than I do about you guys. I love you all.” Rav was about to say something when the phone ringing interrupted her. It was Chester. “Hello Chester. No we don’t have her. Rob went to the club and everything went fine, but then he lost her again. No, there is no need for that Chester, we’ll get her. No, don’t do that. Alright, fine have it your way.” Click, she hung up the phone and looked at her husband. “Great, now Chester is going to take it upon himself to find Fox.” At that moment, Mel walked into the room where Rob and Rav were. She was dressed as if she was going out. Rav looked at her. “Where do you think your going young lady?” Mel stared daringly back at her mother. “Chester called my cell phone before he called you. He wants my help with finding my stupid sister. I told him I’d be happy to help, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.” And with that, she walked out the door to a car that was waiting outside. Rav ran so fast to the window to see whom it was, that she almost knocked over Rob. She peered outside and saw Mel getting into a car with Chester at the wheel. “**** it. **** it all to ****. Now I have to worry about both of them.”
Pheonix791989
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XD why is she worrying about me?! I can take care of my self *gives you fleas*
Ravynlee
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*tackle hugs*
Hey there Fox!
Well, got back last night and read your updates that I'd missed during the week. Made me laugh, especially Fox outsmarting Rob just as simply as that. For Shame, Robert. But it's still going along well. I missed it. I hope you write more soon.
Take care and talk again later,
-Rav
Hey there Fox!
Well, got back last night and read your updates that I'd missed during the week. Made me laugh, especially Fox outsmarting Rob just as simply as that. For Shame, Robert. But it's still going along well. I missed it. I hope you write more soon.
Take care and talk again later,
-Rav
Greyfoxx
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~Outskirts of the City~
I stopped my bike in an old graveyard that gave me a very calm feeling of being. It was dark, and slightly windy so the trees were rustling softly. It was night now and a full moon was out shining on me through the trees, giving soft light to the ground on which I walked. There was an old tomb in the far corner of the graveyard, and I walked straight to it, ignoring the lesser graves. I wanted to see this tomb in “New light” as some say. The tomb was rugged and tattered as if nobody ever visited it, the cement walls held huge gashing cracks showing its age. I was told that this was the grave of Marcus, a very old philosopher from the early years of America, and I had a strange feeling that he was an immortal and that this grave was where he slept if he didn’t want to deal with the times. As I walked into the tomb, the cement walls gave way to a hole in the ground with stairs going into it. I figured that was where he was “buried”. I climbed down the dark stairs, which I didn’t find to be dark as a result of my newfound senses. As I got to the bottom, about two stories below the earth, I found a small room in which stood a coffin. I walked over to it, and slowly opened the lid to the coffin, and little to my surprise, I found red velvet that looked as if it was brand new, and somebody had recently slept in it. Though I found no body, I had everything I needed to see.
As I turned to leave the tomb, I heard something behind me. I looked over my shoulder to find a tall man with shoulder length blonde hair. He was dressed in old time roman style of the philosopher he was at that time. His eyes looked like the sea after a storm, a lovely green color that was so captivating. He looked at me with those eyes and said softly, “I know who you are. You are the young one, Fox, am I right?” I stood there, entranced, and all I could do is nod my head. “I have kept my ears and eyes on you. You will become a good little vampyre, and maybe even one of my friends eventually.” I finally got the courage to talk to the legend that stood before me. “Uh, Mr. Marcus sir? How do you know who I am?” He grinned kindly as I asked my question. “I know all the doings of the vampyres of L.A. and sometimes more than them. I know who you dad is and I know of the mischief you’ve been causing. With my vampyre ‘gifts’ I can see and hear the vampyres that are around me. And now, young Fox, I must go to sleep now, and you should go back to your father, he is very worried.” I nodded, “But sire, can I come back and see you some time?” The old vampyre nodded, “Of course you can! I might even be nice enough to teach you some things!” and with that, he climbed into his coffin and went to sleep.
I stopped my bike in an old graveyard that gave me a very calm feeling of being. It was dark, and slightly windy so the trees were rustling softly. It was night now and a full moon was out shining on me through the trees, giving soft light to the ground on which I walked. There was an old tomb in the far corner of the graveyard, and I walked straight to it, ignoring the lesser graves. I wanted to see this tomb in “New light” as some say. The tomb was rugged and tattered as if nobody ever visited it, the cement walls held huge gashing cracks showing its age. I was told that this was the grave of Marcus, a very old philosopher from the early years of America, and I had a strange feeling that he was an immortal and that this grave was where he slept if he didn’t want to deal with the times. As I walked into the tomb, the cement walls gave way to a hole in the ground with stairs going into it. I figured that was where he was “buried”. I climbed down the dark stairs, which I didn’t find to be dark as a result of my newfound senses. As I got to the bottom, about two stories below the earth, I found a small room in which stood a coffin. I walked over to it, and slowly opened the lid to the coffin, and little to my surprise, I found red velvet that looked as if it was brand new, and somebody had recently slept in it. Though I found no body, I had everything I needed to see.
As I turned to leave the tomb, I heard something behind me. I looked over my shoulder to find a tall man with shoulder length blonde hair. He was dressed in old time roman style of the philosopher he was at that time. His eyes looked like the sea after a storm, a lovely green color that was so captivating. He looked at me with those eyes and said softly, “I know who you are. You are the young one, Fox, am I right?” I stood there, entranced, and all I could do is nod my head. “I have kept my ears and eyes on you. You will become a good little vampyre, and maybe even one of my friends eventually.” I finally got the courage to talk to the legend that stood before me. “Uh, Mr. Marcus sir? How do you know who I am?” He grinned kindly as I asked my question. “I know all the doings of the vampyres of L.A. and sometimes more than them. I know who you dad is and I know of the mischief you’ve been causing. With my vampyre ‘gifts’ I can see and hear the vampyres that are around me. And now, young Fox, I must go to sleep now, and you should go back to your father, he is very worried.” I nodded, “But sire, can I come back and see you some time?” The old vampyre nodded, “Of course you can! I might even be nice enough to teach you some things!” and with that, he climbed into his coffin and went to sleep.