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Stevie Nicholas

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a character in “Welcome to the Madness Music Festival”, as played by CharlotteV

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A pretty face with a sweet smile, a parent has never met Stevie and didn't fall in love with him. In High School he had a reputation as the boy that you could take home, because your mother would love him more than you. From a distance he even looks respectable, the only marking on his skin a simple tattoo on his neck reading 'love'. It's the subtle 'fuck off' stitched in his socks that gives away his true intentions.

Charismatic and warm, Stevie rarely has issues with anyone, but his loyalty lies with his band mates and his band mates alone. 'Friends' is an association he doesn't give out lightly, and 'family' is something always withheld from him. Relations outside of his tight-knit group exist in one night stands of different forms - parties, hotel beds, and meet and greets. One off moments where strangers get the best of him, but never again.

An avid partaker in vices, there's little Stevie won't put in his mouth, from alcohol to drugs to more intimate things. It's not uncommon to find him high if he's not onstage, drunk if he is, or waking up in someone elses bed. He takes STD tests as often as a diabetic checks their blood sugar.

A big fan of flowers, it's completely normal to find Stevie mixing his punk look with dasies across his cheeks. He loves music and it's something he lives by, so it isn't uncommon to find him stealing Rin's headphones while they deal cards between the two of them, or creating new sounds with Kasper in their down time. He loves to say that Eoin sings the prettiest in the bedroom, but no one really knows if it's a joke or not.
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___ H I S T O R Y ___

Growing up in the system, Stevie didn't have much except a picture of his mother and the knowledge that he was named after Stevie Nicks, which is likely where his love of flowers and music came from. He moved from foster home to foster home through his youth, often passed over for adoption, with a last name given to him by the State that he changed to 'Nicholas' on his 18th birthday - a homage to his namesake without being a total copycat.

He doesn't talk about his childhood much, and when people ask if it was rough he just shrugs and says 'no more than anyone elses'. He met Eoin on the streets of New York City, fighting for a taxi (Eoin "Who even uses taxi's any more, there's Uber!" Stevie "You, apparently! Now get out!") where they out-stubborned each other until Eoin realized Stevie had a bass guitar with him. (Eoin took him by the arm, looked him deep in the eyes, and said, "I need you." - Not "Can you play that thing?" not "Are you any good?" not "Is it even yours?" - Just "I need you.") (And that was when Stevie knew he was fucked).

Without consulting him, Eoin stole his taxi and his plans and instead drug him to a last minute tryout with his band. Apparently their last bassist had gotten his ass kicked out for not being able to control his high on stage, and they had a gig booked that week. Stevie fit in flawlessly, and the rest was madness.

So begins...

Stevie Nicholas's Story

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Character Portrait: Stevie Nicholas Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Eoin Lancaster

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Airports were one of Eoin’s favorite places to be. The anonymity that they gave him, the blank stares and bored faces of the staff made him feel immeasurably great. It meant he was in a new place, a new location where no one knew who he was or what he did. Arriving in Amsterdam with nothing more than his duffle and guitar filled his lungs with thrilling ecstasy.

Eoin had learned to travel minimally when he backpacked through the world. A worn duffle packed with two pairs of pants, a few shirts, and a week’s worth of underwear (the only thing he would never sacrifice), and his most essential toiletries always made his passage through TSA a breeze. He handed the customs agent his passport. The man asked him the purpose of his visit.
Work.

His visa? All set.

Place of residence for the time of his stay. Who will be vouching for him? What’s in the big case?

Eoin went through the motions, smiling easily, his weight balanced on his heels. He thought about flirting with the man, but the grunt in his voice indicated that it would be more trouble than it was worth.

The Airbnb he’d found was comfortable. A studio with a kitchenette and a nice view of the town. The sheer white curtains swayed in the soft summer breeze. He kicked his boots off, sliding off his socks. The hardwood floor was cold, smooth and thrilling against his skin. His phone rang.

Eoin laughed at the sound. He could imagine his bandmates up in NYC to a missing lead singer. He could picture Stevie’s wide eyes as he wandered from room to room looking for him. He could see Erin cursing up a storm as she made phone calls; as she called him.

He could pick up. He could be kind and tell them where he had taken off to. But where was the fun in that?

His Instagram Live lasted thirty minutes. In it, he gave the time of day and the weather, then he played part of a song he had written on the plane. He saw Erin’s username on his screen, saw Stevie bombard him with questions. Their fans laughed, saying things like β€œOh! He ran away!” and β€œThey can’t find him again lol.”

Eoin could share his location. He could let his bandmates meet up with him or drag him back home. But he needed some time. He wanted to wander the city on his own for a while. His feet itched to go out, to blaze a trail they’d never been on before without anyone holding him back. His father called this his nomad urges. His mother said he was a wild, free spirit that longed to learn. Eoin just wanted to get the fuck out and do something on his own.

There really wasn’t anything much more to it than that.

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Character Portrait: Stevie Nicholas Character Portrait: fauxcxntz Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Eoin Lancaster Character Portrait: Kasper Alling

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They’re supposed to be leaving for tour in two days. Two fucking days. That was all he needed from Eoin. To stay put for two days.

He’s got one shoe on and not even a sock on the other foot, his pants are unbuttoned, his shirt is gone, and his hair is a mess. There’s a bottle of Jack between his teeth and a phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder while he glares at the fucking classic coffee machine Eoin made them get instead of the Kurieg Stevie wanted. It’s goddamn rocket science to make it work and he’s too hungover for that shit.

He tells Siri to call again. He’s got hickies across his hip bone which is a shame because he can’t really remember last night but there was definitely a pool involved at some point. What he does remember is Eoin was home when he stumbled in, and gone when Rin woke him.

Stevie threw his phone down when it went to voicemail again and pulled the bottle from his mouth before shouting β€œRin!” He saw her cross the apartment and throw her hands in the air. So Eoin wasn’t answering her either. At least it wasn’t some personal vendetta against Stevie. She also wasn’t coming into the kitchen, which meant she wasn’t going to save him from the damned coffee machine.

β€œFuck it,” he grumbled, pushed the thing away, and took a few deep gulps of whiskey as he picked up his phone again. He’d just pulled up Instagram when Eoin’s ridiculous username flashed across the screen stating he’d gone live. He gives him a few minutes of not saying where he is (although the dark sky in the window at his side says it’s not New York, because the sun hadn’t set yet at home) before he tags Dua in it asking if she can believe this shit.

Two days. That was all he fucking needed. Eoin was the leader of LSM, not Stevie. He didn’t have his shit together enough to keep the other two shits together.

He crosses the livingroom in a few quick steps and falls on the couch on top of Kasper, who groans under the brunt of his weight, but he ignores it and buries his face in his friend's neck instead. β€œEoin took off. Wanna overdose in his bed to get back at him?"

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Character Portrait: Stevie Nicholas Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Eoin Lancaster Character Portrait: Kasper Alling

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Erin Monaghan
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Erin didn't remember much after they arrived in New York, whether it was due to her slight intoxication or not, she didn't really care. They had managed to get a nice place to stay and that's all she cared about. She knew it was typically against band rules to let her groupies stay with them, but seeing as they'd be needing some people for the festival, and Erin didn't want to be staying with the guys for this long of a period alone, she ended up kidnapping one of her best friends, Hailee. They were already planning to meet up for the festival, but plans changed last minute and she ended up staying with them instead. It helped Erin not only not lose her mind with the guys, but she was a presence she could genuinely relax around and find comfort in. So, when she woke up, to find the other blonde woman asleep in her bed, Erin easily slipped out and let Hailee continue to sleep a little bit longer. There was no point in waking her up just yet.

Erin got dressed and left her room, and immediately knew something was off. She was allowed to sleep without an issue. That was her first immediate clue something wasn't right. She checked Eoin's room, and he wasn't there, as she went to go check on the other's, she could hear Stevie's rapid shuffling about the rest of the apartment and immediately knew what that meant. And not too shortly after she heard him call out for her, sliding across the hardwood floor, she tossed her arms up in the "I don't know either" gesture before speaking, "Fuck if I know where he is. But I do know, I'm about to kill his ass." she groaned, retrieving her phone from her back pocket as she began to call him time and time again. "Hey fucker, it's me, again. Pick up your god damn fucking phone, you useless piece of shit." she groaned into the speaker before hanging up. Tossing her phone onto the couch. "I swear, one of these days, Stevie. I'm just gonna snap and kill all three of you. Okay but where's Kas-" she began, to see him passed out on the couch, "Well, nevermind. Found him." she mumbled, and quickly turned away. Not caring if he had a pulse or not.

Erin took her phone off the couch as she left and checked instagram, seeing that Eoin was online and in a god damn stream. "This mother fucker is trying to kill me, I swear." she said aloud as she looked through the fridge with the stream playing in the backround. There was next to no food in the fridge, meaning she'd have to call some in. Great. She picked her phone back up and sent several messages in the streams chat, mostly grilling Eoin on ditching them in NY and asking where he was so she knew where to go to beat his ass. Which only garnered their fans enjoyment in the chat, as well as Eoin being the vague little asshole that he was. She sneered at her phone before leaving the stream and dialed up one of the local chinese places down the street, and ordered in some food which surprisingly didn't take very long as she heard a knock on the door barely thirty minutes later.

Erin answered the door, tipped the delivery guy forty bucks, took the food and closed the door. She plopped the deliivery bag on the counter-top in the kitchen, taking out two different meals, which consisted of two boxes of fried rice, noodles, and chicken and sauce. She picked up the bag and made her way over to Stevie and Kasper, "Remember that you assholes love me. I got you dickheads food." she grumbled, still barely half awake and handed the guys the bag which contained a still decent amount of food boxes and containers. She picked up the containers she placed on the counter-top and made her way back to the bedroom, but not before getting a few beers out of the fridge. Closing the door behind her with her foot, Erin made her way over to the bed, placing the food on the bedside table. She turned to the woman who was somehow still asleep and smirked, gentle shaking her shoulder, "Morning, sleepy-head. Got some food, and Eoin apparently dipped to god knows where, so...Yeah. That's how this day is going. As if things couldn't be any fuckin' worse." she mumbled, grabbing the food and passed it to Hailee. Who simply smiled as she watched her friend climb back into bed. "I mean, it's Eoin. What do you expect?" Hailee joked.

Erin rolled her eyes as she was passed her portion of the food, "I don't know anymore, honestly. Maybe less of an ass?" she questioned, before taking a few bites of her food. "But I do know, that we have two god damn days before we leave for this damn festival, and if he makes it any harder than it has to be, I may actually kill him this time." Erin stated plainly with a mouthful of food. Hailee chuckled as she turned to look at Erin, and gently kissed the platinum blonde on the cheek, "Oh please. You've threatened to kill him and the other boys countless times. I'm finally starting to question your commitment, Erin." she chuckled. Erin rolled her eyes as a sigh escaped her lips, "You're one to talk. You've threatened to kill me countless times." Erin mumbled between mouth-fulls of noodles and chicken. Hailee couldn't help but allow a grin to form on her face as she ate silently. Erin raised an eyebrow in question, before her eyes widened. "You're fucking disgusting!" Erin exclaimed, playfully pushing Hailee over. "Oh please. Not like you weren't thinking the same thing, Erin." Erin rolled her eyes as she shook her head, "it's a good thing I like you. Now just, fucking eat the food I got you, we got shit to do today, until Eoin who...where who the fuck knows he is, is making us handle alone. Asshole." They still had two days to figure shit out until they headed out for this festival. They had time to figure shit out, as well as find their band leader....Right?





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ImageHe supposed he couldn't hold anyone accountable for this breakup, though it probably could have gone better. He'd been so excited about touring in Europe, stoked to be traveling somewhere outside the US and playing music to brand new ears that he'd neglected to mention to Toby any information on the plans. This one had lasted a week, 168 hours filled with sweaty bedsheets, Jameson in coffee mugs, and blackout curtains so they could smother themselves in a cocoon of bliss and fucking.

Kasper had been at Toby's house for the duration of their relationship, only leaving for band practice and to pack his meager selection of loose white tees and skinny jeans for tour. It hadn't been like Toby was grilling him for information, though that was probably because his mouth had been too busy doing other things. So last night when his google calendar pinged him a reminder for their flight information and Toby had seen, the conversation hadn't gone well. He may have made plans with the guy for the following week, he may have promised to be his date to a wedding in two. Kasper'd tried to explain that he'd just been wrapped up in how well they fit together and had forgotten that he'd be gone on a European tour for the remainder of the summer- the whole conversation had resulted in him standing mostly naked outside a slamming apartment door with his clothes and boots in his hands.

He'd handled that by going to the closest dive bar, getting shit face drunk, and jerking off the hottest blonde he could find in the graffiti-covered bathroom. He remembered making promises in hushed tones into a sweaty neck, he remembered saying his number somewhat correctly, and he remembered deciding that he should walk home instead of calling an Lyft. Usually, shitty nights like that resulted in him crawling into one of his bandmate's rooms, either vying for a warm body to grab onto or at least the floor next to one. Instead, he'd fallen face-first on the couch and crashed hard.

Kasper woke up to a welcome weight and hot breath on his neck, the groan that escaped him blooming from his instant killer hangover. Stevie was whispering something about overdosing, or at least a bed to do that in and Kasper's head hurt so much he didn't hate the idea. As a reply Kasper pulled Stevie in front of him and rotated against the back of the couch, hiding his face between thin shoulder blades and mumbling something about a raging lesbian bull in the room.

Said bull was loudly complaining about shit he didn't have the mental bandwidth for- no one here ever pretended to have the ability to control Eoin and he didn't know why they were surprised by the shit he pulled. Erin quieted down after that, or the pulsing in Kasper's ears from his headache was too loud for him to hear her over. Either way, Stevie wasn't moving from the spot he'd been forced into and that was really all Kas cared about at the moment. He was sort of serving like a heat pack to a body that felt pummeled inside and out- but Stevie was pretty used to Kasper's clingyness when he looked and smelled like he'd bathed in whiskey.

He must have fallen asleep cause next thing he knew was the sweet, delicious smell of grease and noodles and heaven. Erin was already out of the room by the time he'd managed his eyes open, but still called out a "I'll love you forever" anyway. She knew, he wasn't worried. Most mornings her boys weren't even functional till she wisped in and magicked the coffee into being.

Stevie was already breaking his cheap chopsticks in half, the chinese food in front of them making Kasper want to throw up and eat the entire bag at once. Kas grabbed his own utensils and twirled the biggest messy bite out othe nearest takeout container, still reclined back against his couch sanctuary as he shoveled the noodles into his mouth.

The food was what he needed. Maybe also a PBR to quell the headache, but for now this would do.

"So... Eoin took off?" He mumbled around another bite, "You guys actin' like that's a shock. He'll probably show up at the airport irritated that you guys are freaking out or some shit. Or maybe he's dead in a ditch somewhere" Kasper adjusted his spot on the couch, sitting up so he could be closer to the takeout and therefore could more efficiently shovel food into his mouth.

"Toby broke up with me" He announced morosely, his tone signaling that Kasper thought that was much worse than their singer disappearing right before a huge tour, "I forgot to tell him we were leaving I guess. But, you know, we probably work if he'd tried"

Stevie had a mouthfull of food when Kas looked up at him for a reply. The bassist cast him a look, snorted, and swallowed his mouthful of noodles. "Sure Kas. If Toby tried"

Kasper glared back at him as he slurped a noodle into his mouth, "Listen no one ever faults me for not trying. Its probably better im single for Europe anyway so I guess fuck it"

"Sooooo, should I start calling hospitals are somethin'? Give the police his description in case a body turns up?"