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Post by Vaughn Lawrence Gallagher on Nov 4, 2010 18:37:55 GMT -7
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -America, it was… it was something else. Richard the Lionheart had never heard of the land before. He hadn’t even known such a place existed. In fact, if Vaughn had lived up to this point with only the knowledge of the world that King Richard had had, his existence would be very interesting, to say the least. He probably wouldn’t have survived. He would have been driven crazy by everything around him, doubtlessly. Starting with the fact that he came to this new land via a contraption they call an airplane… Yeah, technology had sure changed in the few years that Richard hadn’t been around. Few meaning few thousand, obviously. It was actually amazing, just how far mankind had come in all these years. They started with almost nothing, and had built the earth into the utopia that it was today. And if Vaughn hadn’t grown up at first thinking that he was just another kid like everyone else, well, he probably wouldn’t have been able to adapt like he had. He would probably have become Amish.
But just look at him now! A foreign exchange student in the United States of America. He was glad, actually, to be here. Vaughn knew French ¬¬-- Richard had known French, and it was one of the many things that he had brought with him into this life. In fact, Richard had spent a good portion of his life in France. Doing an exchange program to France would have been interesting for him, but almost boring at the same time. Sure, France had changed too, but Vaughn wanted to try something new. And America? The land seemed perfect for him to try that out. Besides, there were sure a lot of hot girls over here. Yeah, he’d said it. Vaughn was still hurting from the loss of his girlfriend, but partying was one of the ways that he dealt with that pain. And with parties comes girls. Everyone knows that, and Vaughn in particular knew it. It was a great way to pick up chicks, especially since most of them are drunk out of their mind, and/or stoned. Easy targets, you could say, but it worked.
Right now, the best thing about America, or at least about Riverdale? The pool. Vaughn’s private school back in England hadn’t had facilities like this for the students to use whenever they wanted. And Vaughn, well, he was going to get into the military. He had to stay in shape, or it was going a hell of a lot harder when he finally did join. What better way to stay fit than swimming? Well, that was only because running bored him. But water, well, Vaughn and water had always gotten along. It was always such a treat for him when his parents took him to the community pool all those years ago. But the pool had been outdoors, and England got cold during the winter. This pool at Riverdale? It was open all year round. Not that it mattered, because it was warm in North Carolina no matter what time of year it was. But Vaughn wasn’t worrying about that. He stood at the edge of the pool in his swimming trunks, the water smooth and clear, and, at least for now, devoid of other humans. Vaughn raised his arms, took a deep breath, and with one fluid moment, dove straight into the pool. His body rose quickly to the surface and he began his laps. Yeah, he was definitely going to have no problem staying in shape.
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Post by foxdeluca on Nov 25, 2010 21:36:38 GMT -7
 IF YOU WANT ME TOi could hang around with you[/font] • • • • • • • • • • • VAUGHN GALLAGHER ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] The relationship Fox had with each one of his parents wasn’t exactly normal. First of all, he had two gay fathers, which was getting more common now, but it still wasn’t a social norm. Second of all, he wasn’t adopted by these two gay fathers like most people assumed. No. He was the product of a dirty threesome. Fox had always been curious about how he had came into the world, and when he had had the guts to ask his dads has not withheld and information from him. He knew that his mother hadn’t been in any position to take care of him at the time and that neither were the boys, but they hadn’t had much of a choice. Fox didn’t really hold that against her either. He understood that she was young and unplanned and she hadn’t been well off at all. He didn’t consider her to be anything more than surrogate parents though. He had never called her “mother” in any other way than that either. She didn’t refer to him as her son either, which he really liked. It was a mutual agreement that she had played a very small role in his existence. However, it did bother him that she had yet to tell her husband and two children. In his opinion they had a right to know that he at least existed, especially since he had seen photos of his technical half siblings. They were cute, but not as cute as him. If someone was to ask Fox who his mother was, he would say Sebastiano, and the man would agree nine out of ten times too.
Their little three person family had a lot of ongoing jokes, especially involving Seb’s long golden hair and tiny stature. Fox had to admit that he was a little jealous of his dad for being so short; he had been able to go trick-or-treating longer than Fox had been able to. That was another thing that made Fox’s family stood out, he rarely called his dads “dad”. It was always Ash and Seb, or Fag 1 and Fag 2. He loved the sort of relationships he had with his dads. He loved that they would burst into hysterics whenever he said something that most people would consider derogatory and rude. They were not very conventional people, that was for damn sure. Ash and Seb were as much Fox’s friends as they were his parents. Countless times they had hung out in the living room watching Saturday Night Live and eating themselves out of house and home and making fun of each other. Fox remembered times when he was little when Ash would be leading him through the mall and Fox would make a fuss about how Ash was a stranger he wasn’t supposed to talk to. They would have a lot of fun making a scene in public, even though Fox didn’t really understand what they were doing. Exceptions with Seb’s mental disorder aside, Fox had a lot of fun with his fathers. He was pretty damn happy with them and he would fight anyone who thought otherwise.
He had a lot of family related thoughts flowing through his head today. He really missed his family and was feeling very homesick, missing LA and his big house something fierce. Most of all, he missed his cats, all seven of them. Even in his first life he had had a love for felines, though he had only had one. This time around he just couldn’t bring himself to say no, unable to get rid of the kittens that his original two cats had had. Seb and Ash had had a hard time denying Fox the kittens, so there they were with seven felines in the house. Fox also missed the jam sessions he got to have with his family, inviting Grandpa Easy, Uncle Danny, and his dads’ two band mates over. He loved being able to do what he loved with the people he loved, even if Harry, the bassist, was a bit of a douche. He had gone by Harry the Hellcunt as his stage name, and it was a very accurate name for the man. At least Dan the Destroyer was a nicer guy. Either way, Fox wanted something familiar, so he decided to go to the pool. He threw on some dinosaur swim trunks under his jeans and a purple Silverstein shirt, which could only mean a purple hat worn slightly to the side. He bid his brother from another mother, Hayden, so long for now and promised the grumpy Angelo that he would be back with a wink and was out the door.
It didn’t take long for him to push noisily through the doors and spotted someone already in the pool. Hey! Company! Awesome! Fox stepped out of his shoes and took off his jeans, tossing them aside along with his shirt and hat so he was left in his dinosaur swim trunks. “Hey dude,’
[/color] he called out as he started climbing into the pool. He could remember the very first time he swam in something that wasn’t his bathtub. Grandpa Easy had pushed him into the pool his dads’ had and told him that if he didn’t learn to swim that he would drown. De Luca family tradition that couldn’t be broken, so Fox taught himself how to swim so he didn’t die. “Mind if I join you?”[/color] he asked in his bets seductive voice, but with a stoner voice as strong as his that was a hard thing to achieve. [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 930 outfit: this lyrics: flight of the conchords, if you’re into it notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Vaughn Lawrence Gallagher on Nov 30, 2010 16:24:06 GMT -7
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -When Vaughn was in the zone, he was really in the zone. Like right now, as a boy had entered the pool and was now sitting on the edge of it, just watching him. Vaughn didn’t even notice. He struggled to keep his breathing even, focusing on the rhythmic pattern with which he swam the length of the pool repeatedly. He was in the zone, there was no stopping him. He had to get stronger, he had to be in peak physical stature to get into the military. There was no taking a break just because he was overseas! Vaughn didn’t even want to think about what it would be like if he didn’t train while he was over here in America. It would simply be a disaster when he got back home. Besides, the minute he finished school, getting into the military was the first thing that he wanted to. It was a great experience to be over here in America and all, but the minute he graduated from this place, he was heading back home. There was nothing holding him here, and there would never be anything with a stronger pull on him than getting into the army.
A foot soldier, that was what he would be. He would start out as a nobody, basically, just another nameless, faceless man fighting for his country. But everyone had to start there. One day, Vaughn would be at the top. One day, he would be the one controlling all the nameless men fighting for their homeland. Vaughn knew it was going to be difficult, at first, subjecting to rule and order from so many in higher authority. He was Richard the Lionheart, for God’s sake! He was the king! But this was another world. This was another life. This was an entirely different time and place. He would simply have to deal with it until he could show them who he truly was. No, not his reincarnate self. Just showing them what he, Vaughn Gallagher, was capable of. Then they’d realize his potential, and he’d slowly start rising up in the ranks, making his way to the top, where he belonged. But fighting his way up from the bottom wasn’t going to be the only difficult aspect of the army this time around. Simply the technology was going to be a big obstacle for Vaughn. He was used to swords. Riding horseback. None of this machine gun business, all these IEDs, suicide bombers, and all that business. Not only had this side of the world changed, but the Middle East had changed almost more in the time Richard had been gone. This idea of terrorism, people crashing planes into buildings intentionally, it was unbelievable. Wow, how the world had changed.
But it didn’t matter how much the world had changed, because Vaughn was ready for it. That was why he was spending so much time training. Running, swimming, pushing his body to the limit. That was what the military was about, right? You had to be able to protect your country to the best of your ability, and if Vaughn was lucky, he was going to extend that ability level so he could protect it damn well better than all the other guys. There was no stopping him when he was determined. Vaughn could be a feisty little spitfuck, and once he was onto something, like this, there was absolutely no changing his mind. Just like how there was going to be no way anything could keep him here in America when he had to get home and defend his country. Nothing could stop him. Except… another person. Someone was in here. Vaughn heard a voice. He frowned a little as he slowly stopped swimming his laps, panting and flipping his hair out of his face as he bobbed near the edge of the pool. “Hey,” he answered slowly, but then the tone in the boy’s voice at his next words.... Okay, Vaughn was a little creeped out. He raised an eyebrow as his lips formed his answer. “I guess so.” He swam a little closer to the edge and grabbed onto it so he wouldn’t tire himself out so quickly. He had a feeling just this conversation with this kid was going to get exhausting.
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Post by foxdeluca on Dec 19, 2010 12:33:29 GMT -7
IF YOU WANT ME TOi could hang around with you [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • VAUGHN GALLAGHER ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Throughout his years, these ones and the last, people had assumed a lot out of Fox. First impressions could be important and everlasting, and the first impression that he tended to give off to people was not always what he was all about. Even in his past life people had made assumptions about him, seeing the color of his skin and immediately making judgements of what kind of person he was. He had grown used to that and simply done his best to prove those people wrong, showing how good of a person he was capable of being despite the color of his skin. In this lifetime he was judged just as often, but for very different reasons. He sounded like he was higher than heaven almost all of the time, he had gay fathers (who were threatened to have Fox taken away on a regular basis), he was quite effeminate, among other things. It was something he had grown used to, though that didn’t mean he liked it. In his opinion “judge not if you’re not ready for judgement”, to quote himself. People could think whatever they wanted about him but he wasn’t going to make judgements about them. It was wrong of him given all of the shit he had to face just for being himself. At least Riverdale was more accepting of quirky people than the other schools that he had been to.
Fox honestly couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be a reincarnate of someone who lived hundreds or thousands of years ago. The drastic change in culture and technology must be overwhelming for those people. At least he was only a few decades behind, but Kass was two thousand years later. Some of these reincarnates couldn’t really do the things that they lived for in their first lives, and it was upsetting for him. He couldn’t fathom having to change his entire outlook on life and his future because the times had changed too drastically to be able to do what he loved. He was lucky that way he supposed, since music would always be something that he could do. The world was forever changing but music was always around as a way to express yourself. Without the ability to play Fox didn’t know what he would do with himself. Without music he was absolutely nothing. Even if he didn’t become famous or even well known he would be happy so long as he was still able to create music. He already knew that his music from his first life was going to go on forever, so he didn’t really need to become famous in his second life.
This boy wasn’t a big fan of being interrupted when he was in “the zone”. He hated when people bugged him when he was in the middle of writing a song, so he tried not to bug people when they were in their own “zone”. Today, however, he couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t intending to be creepy, he just didn’t mind a little company when he was going for a swim. The seductive voice was just a habit from hanging around with Hayden far too much for his own good, not to mention bugging Angelo by hitting on him. Being creepy came naturally to Fox, no matter how hard he tried not to be. Fox held on to the edge of the pool with plenty of distance between him and the other guy. “I’m Fox,”
[/color] he introduced in his attempting-to-be-regular voice which always sounded like he was stoned. He was expecting a question about his name, which happened often.[/justify] [/blockquote] words: 604 outfit: this lyrics: flight of the conchords, if you’re into it notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Vaughn Lawrence Gallagher on Dec 28, 2010 21:54:48 GMT -7
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -They told all foreign exchange students to make the most of their time in another country. Make memories, make friends, do everything that you wouldn’t be able to do in your home country. Vaughn supposed he could attempt to do that. He could spend more time trying to build relationships with people rather than partying with a ton of them and not remembering a single person’s name. He could buy a digital camera and start taking pictures of him and those people who’d become friends. That way he could take something home with him to remember what his time was like over here. But in complete honesty, Vaughn wasn’t sure that was what he wanted to do. He was completely content with biding his time partying and not really getting to know anyone in particular, instead watching everyone at the school slowly learn his name. Oh he’d leave something behind here, that was for sure. His name. What else did he need to do, after all? All that making memories hooblah was bullshit... Vaughn had the rest of his life to make memories. After all, this year was just a page in the book of his life. And to be honest, Vaughn didn’t think in the slightest that it was going to be one of his greater ones.
So far, America had done nothing to impress him. This may have had something to do with the fact with who Vaughn had been in his former life, albeit he hadn’t come overseas with his mind already made up about the country. But seeing all these people who could have been under his family’s power to this day... Vaughn wouldn’t deny it, it drove part of him wild. He wasn’t trying to walk down the road and look down on all of the country’s citizens because of it (after all, most of them weren’t at fault), but he naturally did it, just a little. It was just the sort of thing you did innately when you were a medieval king.
Vaughn didn’t try, though, to make everyone hate him. He preferred to think of himself as a likeable person, whether that was far from the truth or not. He didn’t hate everyone, after all, he was just on a different page than most of the world’s population. Not that that had anything to do with the fact that he was an ancient king reincarnated, oh of course not. But when you saw everything differently than the rest of the world, well, you often came off as rude. And Vaughn was no exception to that.
That was why the RSOR was great for Vaughn. It was great for all the reincarnates, yes, but Vaughn felt like it really helped him particularly. There were people in there who were from the same time period as him, and he almost, just almost, felt like he could see eye to eye with them. It was great to be able to have a conversation with someone who really knew what you were talking about, since Vaughn didn’t feel that way about most conversations he had with anyone. It was that overplayed, mopey teenager phrase, “nobody understands me.” Hah, no one understood them? Try being from a different time period, hundreds upon hundreds of years ago, and then try saying that no one understood you. Yeah, that was Vaughn being bitter again. Imagine that. He wasn’t always this way, just... a great deal of the time. So far with whoever this person was, though, Vaughn was holding it together. Believe it or not, he was attempting to maybe be a little nicer, even if this kid had interrupted his focus. It maybe had something to do with the fact that Vaughn didn’t quite feel like he could take him seriously with the tone of his voice. Now he just sounded drugged up. “I’m... Vaughn...” he answered slowly in his thick English accent, a little distracted by his name. Fox? Was he shitting him? Because if he was, this conversation was going to go downhill pretty quickly.
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Post by foxdeluca on Jan 11, 2011 1:27:02 GMT -7
IF YOU WANT ME TOi could hang around with you [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • VAUGHN GALLAGHER ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Fox liked to think that he was a rather cultured guy, even without knowledge of his past life. Removing the Bob Marley aspect from his life, he liked to think he wouldn’t be much different from who he was now. After all, the family he had grown up with this second time was much different than the one he had had. Fox had talked to reincarnates who didn’t consider their current parents to be their family, but Fox didn’t think of it like that. Ash and Seb were as much his parents as Norval and Cedella were. Fox knew that he was considerably different because of how he was raised, catching on to the reincarnate aspect of who he was a little later than most had. He had grown up showered with toys, most of them having little foxes on them that led him to believe that he was Fox and not Bob. They had cuddled him until he couldn’t breath and had shown him a different side to life than he had previously known. They had shown him a whole hew face of discrimination, a face that he wanted to try and erase in this life time. While he had focused on racism before, he didn’t really have a reason to do as such now. Fox was pretty damn white, all pasty and pale, but he still had the soul of the mixed race man he used to be. He still fought for equality, shown in the tattoo on his wrist, and he wanted to tackle homosexuality barriers this time.
Being raised with the parents that he had had turned Fox into an effeminate man, something that he didn’t really mind all that much. The changes that had been made to him growing up often left Fox forgetting about people’s personal space, since almost everyone in his family had moments of excessive clinginess. He was a rather affectionate guy because of the affection he had been showered with, and he didn’t see much of a problem in that. Most of the friends that he currently had had no qualms with him sitting himself down on their lap or shoving his face in their hair, which certainly didn’t help with it came to meeting new people and getting into their personal space. At least he had developed a knack for dealing with people with mental disorders, between Seb’s and Grandpa Easy’s bipolar disorder, Uncle Danny’s manic depression and Grandma Willow’s schizoaffective disorder. It was a miracle that Fox didn’t have any or all of these disorders really, but at least he was now an expert on dealing with psychos. It made dealing with semi-annoying teenagers a breeze. As well as dealing with particularly distant people.
Because of this it didn’t really occur to Fox that perhaps this guy didn’t want company. The concept of actually wanting to be alone was foreign to Fox from both lifetimes. He had always been surrounded by people, which hadn’t changed in his second life. Seb and Ash’s band mates were always over, as well as other bands that they had toured with, his family, and hundreds of their friends. His family had reached high places with Grandma Willow’s magazine, now being run by her niece, and the tattoo parlour that Grandpa Doug had had, gaining him popularity among the people that Willow featured in her punk magazine. There were plenty of modern day celebrities that Fox had met as a child, people coming and going and the house never empty. Fox adored this. He adored people, especially ones from different walks of life. He loved RSOR for that reason, because he got to meet such amazing people who had done brilliant things in their lifetime. He didn’t think that he compared to them at all, nor did he believe that he deserved to be reincarnated given that some of his friends were Cleopatra and Joan of Arc. That blew his mind!
Speaking of RSOR, Fox was sure he had seen this guy around in passing. Fox came and went with the meetings, going as often as he could but not staying for long a lot of the time. When Fox was struck with an idea for a song he preferred to go back to his dorm to write it, where there was less outside stimulation to pull him from his thoughts. Fox couldn’t be sure if he had seen this guy given that Fox didn’t usually pay attention unless he was sitting and conversing with the people, but he was blunt enough to give it a shot. “You in RSOR?”
[/color] he asked in a tone that suggested Fox knew what it was about. He could very well be a nosy normal looking for gossip, so he tried to make it sound like he wasn’t which was difficult with a speech impediment that made him sound fried. The accent that this guy, Vaughn, had reminded him of Seb and his Grandma Keira, who had very heavy Cockney accents. It was nice but it made him miss his parents.[/justify] [/blockquote] words: 843 outfit: this lyrics: flight of the conchords, if you’re into it notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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