give us life again , quinn

[zackarie arlen preston]

A loud yawn escaped a female's mouth as she rolled over in her 'bed' and whacked her head on the side of the wall. "Goddamnsmallbunks." The voice mumbled as she rubbed her forehead and rolled back over to face the direction she had been not too long ago. A slender hand came up to her eyes, rubbing them fiercely as she attempted to get used to the bleary surroundings and the light that was creeping in through the sun roof. After a moment of simply yawning and rubbing her eyes (not terribly exciting), the female sat up straight in her 'bed' and whacked her head on the roof of the bun- oh yeah, I forgot that she was in a tour bus, sleeping in one of those ridiculously small bunks that hurt like hell if and when you sat up. They hurt more if you forgot that you were sleeping in one and suddenly wake up in the middle of the night. Yeah.. ow.. Anyway, the female, whose name is Zackarie, was now having to use her other hand to rub the top of her head. Now that she was in a considerable amount of pain, the red head deemed it necessary to wake up before the others and grab the shower before the boys used up all the hot water. On tour buses (or just this one in particular) it was 'first come, first serve' basis with the hot water and bathroom, so you had to get up at the crack of dawn to snag it before anyone else. Which was fine by Zackarie, but sometimes she got lazy and decided that getting up at the crack of dawn wasn't a good idea, especially not during winter times where the warmth of her bunk was appreciated and much more pleasant. However, today she was going to make an exception to the 'lazy rule' and get up, mostly because she knew that she wasn't going to get back to sleep whilst her head was throbbing with pain, and that she needed a shower. So, she swung her short legs over the side of her bunk and jumped fell down gracefully, landing in a heap on the floor of the bus, which led to more pain, but not as much as usual because it seemed as though the guys had decided that the floor was their suitcase last night; having thrown their clothes to the floor after stripping out of them to climb into their own bunks, sleeping in their boxer shorts as usual, tut!

So, yeah! Zackarie scrambled to her feet a little flustered and moved off out of the hallway area and into the main room. They had one room for all of their stuff, but most of the time their stuff just ended up all jumbled around the tour bus, instead of in the right places. It was pretty annoying when she couldn't find things but then she couldn't really complain at the same time. After all, boys will be boys, and they were just naturally messy. She didn't know whether mother nature had intended them to be that way, but it was kind of funny the more she thought about it. Twitching her nose, Zackarie rummaged around in the spare suitcase that they had for things like towels and spare blankets if ever they were needed, which they were, but not very often. Grabbing a towel that looked fairly decent and... smelled bad (yes, she smelt the towel, deal!)- putting that towel in the pile of clothes that needed to be washed and soon, she grabbed another towel, this time it didn't smell like the other one had done, therefore it was useable. Throwing it over her shoulder she then had to locate her suitcase from the pile of mess in the room. Once she found that, Zackarie grabbed out a pair of dark skinny jeans, a printed tee and an over sized hoodie, she'd find shoes later- when she had finished in the shower. Mainly because she knew that one of the guys would be up by now and wanting to go in the shower, so she had to get to the bathroom before he did, otherwise she'd end up having a cold showers; which, granted, were nice in the summer, but in the middle of autumn? Hm, no. Shuffling quietly out of the room, the little red head dived sideways into the bathroom as she noticed the bassist getting up and moving out of his bunk. Flashing him a cheeky grin, Zackarie locked the bathroom door behind her and turned on the taps for the shower. They'd only been on for five seconds before the steam started to mist around the bathroom, frosting the mirror and dampening parts of it. Dropping the towel into the sink, Zackarie slipped out of her bed clothes and into the shower; under the hot running water. For a moment she just stood there, allowing the hot water to cascade down her back and run down her skin. Once satisfied that her hair was fully wet, she grabbed the shampoo bottle and lathered then rinsed. Since she couldn't find the shower gel, the lather from the shampoo doubled as shower gel as she washed and rinsed the bubbles off. Drying off, she dressed quickly and exited the bathroom.

Green eyes scanned the surrounding area of the tour bus. All was quiet, except for the occasional snort from one of the guys as they rolled over in their slumber. A faint smile crept across Zackarie's face as she dropped the towel into the spare room place and grabbed her Nike trainers from her suitcase (and socks). Slipping into them without undoing, or doing up the laces, the little red head grabbed a pair of 'dork' ray ban sunglasses, pulled the hood of her hoodie up over her head and shoved several notes into the pocket of her jeans. Along with her cell phone, just in case she was needed. But she hoped that she wasn't, Zackarie wanted to spend a little time to herself today. It wasn't that she didn't like spending time with the boys, or that they were guys, it was more to do with the fact that she needed some 'girl time', which was something that didn't usually get in the tour bus because all but one of them was a guy. And apparently guys don't like doing what girls do- unless they're gay (guys according to the drummer). So yeah, anyway- Zackarie decided that she needed some time to spend to herself, even if it was only for an hour or so. Anything was better than sitting in the tour bus listening to random comments about stuff that she just pretended to be interested in, like wrestling. Stepping out of the bus, she jumped down the steps and then shut the door quietly behind her. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, Zackarie bowed her head down slightly and watched her feet as she walked down the road, not too sure of where she was going, or what she wanted to do. Anywhere would be just fine and dandy with her, as long as it wasn't the tour bus today - though she would willingly go back there if it got too cold, or some random people decided to chase her like they had done when they had been in London just a few weeks ago. Twitching her nose and pulling the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands, Zackarie continued to walk; not noticing that she'd just walked into Blossom Gardens for the very first time in her life. If she were to just stop and stare she would see the true beauty of Japan- well, Kyoto. Finally snapping her green eyes up to see the world, Zackarie smiled at the scenery; her mind started to wander, drifting off into the unknown as she got decidedly lazy and plopped herself down in the middle of the grass. Laying back with her hands behind her head and her legs crossed at the ankles. Closing her eyes beneath her sunglasses it almost looked like she were a statue, or an ornament for the garden- well, it seemed that way until someone tripped over her and she yelled out. "WHOA, WHAT THA...?"