Thank You For The Venom [Lexi]

[Star Straynge]

Star was sitting on the lowest branch of a rather large Oak tree. A white guitar if the name ROXANNE in capital silver letters was on it, and Star was practically hugging it, and a letter in his hand. It was from the girl that had the same name as the guitar. Roxanne. See, Star and his family would go back to New York every summer because they had family there, and when he was about seven he met a girl named Roxanne. She was from Jersey, and they had been best friends ever since. Star reread the letter again:

Here you go Gee baby, I promised I'd get you your guitar, didn't I? Well, here it is, you better write me back too, Star!

Love you man,Roxi

He folded the letter and stuffed it the back of his black jeans. Then, he held his guitar the correct way, strumming the chords to Thank You For The Venom, and began singing in a voice worthy of Gerard Way himself.
"Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on,
and on,
and on

I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red of the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

Preach all you want but who's gonna save me?
I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son
It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one,
and one,
and one,
and one

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
You wanna follow something
Give me a better cause to lead
Just give me what I need
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

So give me all your poison [Fire at will]
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts [Fire at will]
And make me ill
You're running after something [Fire at will]
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want [Fire at will]
Then fire at will"

[Cheska Rumaski]

Instead of putting her hair in the same normal type of completely messed up hair, it was relatively straight. Running a hand through her hair, she looked across the lawn. It was a little boring at the time, she shoved her hands in her pockets. Her school robes that people normally wore were lying on her bed, folded neatly. Cheska was wearing a pair of jeans with rips on the knees where she had fallen multiple times, and the signatures and rantings of friends all over the place. Most of the rantings were in Russian, but that was normal for the Russian wearing them. Her shirt was a simple black tee that had a bar code on the front. Over that was a leather jacket with many pins on it one saying "Hey mom, dad! Look at this! I'm wearing a pin with a f***ing curse on it!"

Walking over the lawns, she started to hear a guitar and someone singing. Nodding her head to the music some, she started to sing some herself, though in a voice heavy with a Russian accent. Perplexed as the song was coming to a close, because she had been bouncing around dancing in a very SKA like fashion, she finally found where the music was coming from. Under a large oak a boy was sitting playing the guitar.

Finding her way to the boy, she stopped a few feet away when the song ended. Staying quiet for a while, she had her hands in her pockets and checked to make sure she had her wand in reach. Giving herself a mental shove on the back she opened her mouth and said, "Hello." Fiddling with her lip ring, she gave a small smile.

[Star Straynge]

Upon finishing, Star strummed chords at random out of boredom, his mind wandering. He blinked hearing a small "Hello". He gave an unfarmiliar girl a small smile. "Hello" Star greeted rather quietly, looking up at the girl, studying her slightly, as setting his guitar down next to him, gently on a patch of grass next to him.

"I'm Star" he introduced himself, stuffing his pale hands into the pockets of the bright yellow jacket he was wearing... The way he figured it, he didn't wear many other colors than black and read, generally, and decided to give yellow a try. "Got a name?"

[Blah. Sorry about le crappy plost Lexi ]