On The Road Again [Otto]

[Bree LaVonne]

An older boy stared listlessly at the passing road from the window of his tour bus. It just so happens that today is another boring day that has almost no meaning whatsoever in the grand scheme of life.

==> Enter Name

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Yeah, no. Your name is BREE and you don't give a single fuck about metaphysical commands. You sigh and recline in your seat, looking at the blank desktop of your laptop. Pesterchum? Nah- your friends are all probably going on about that stupid beta again. Considering your life on the road, you doubt your lackluster mobile internet would be able to run it anyways.

You pick yourself up and walk down the hallway. At this point you've grown accustomed to a constantly moving home. You reach the refrigerator and open the wall panel beside it, revealing the hidden trove of junk foods and candies. You take a quick glance around and pull out a bag and a tin- the tin being full of Sour Punch Straws and the other being gummi bears.

Gummi bears. You will never understand that man.

You turn and walk back towards the front of your bus when a familiar figure catches your eye. You let the gummi bear bag fly across the cramped living area.

BREE: yo bubblegum princess hide em quick before the candy nazi gets here

You down next to your OLDER BROTHA OTTO, sticking the tin into your back pocket. Some people would say the tour lifestyle is great. You admit that the plush, rich interior is nice. If only it was five times as big and not constantly in motion.

BREE: so whats the next stop chief

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[Otto LaVonne]

==> ENTER NAME

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Your name is OTTO LAV-, wait a minute. Your a Guardian! This isn't your job, things like these are meant for more important characters at the current moment in time such as Kids who have distinct and set up personalities. One of the perks of Guardianship is you can do whatever the heck you want, regardless of what the Kid standards are, because you sir are no kid! Until the scratch. Now enough of the tom foolery and nonsensical notions, it is about time you get back involved in the story.

==> GET BACK ON TRACK

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You walk down the isle of the tour bus into your living quarters, cramped as usual. All of a sudden your Bro comes at you with a pack of Gumis. You plop down on the couch careful to keep your distance, for you know what will happen next and if you were to touch him now. You see in the Guardians guidelines, Each of the kids MUST engage their Guardian in Strife soon after that Guardian is introduced. And you suppose this counts quite well as an introduction, though you'll get to strifeing later on. You never were one for Guidelines.

OTTO: Next stop is new york
OTTO: Why :3
OTTO: Are you meeting up with your girlfriend
OTTO: So how are you little man

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[Bree LaVonne]

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You take a bite of your candy and your eyes search for your iPod. Some classy music would go well with classy snacks, no? Actually, Stelar's good for any occasion. His electro-jazz lightens the mood in any instance known to man. Buuut you decide not to plug in your earphones- maybe later.

BREE: im good nothin really new here
BREE: headin back up to new england you know how it is
BREE: as you near you see the noxious green clouds ominously creeping over the horizon
BREE: well fuck better get my gas mask
BREE: all wildlife dead from asphyxiation
BREE: toxic zombies eating flesh from the carcasses
BREE: but yeah meetin my girlfriend there
BREE: i dunno gonna be normal for a day and hopefully game with some bros
BREE: bros as in the inner circle of friends
BREE: in comparison to my outer circle which doesnt exist
BREE: you got any plans

You munch quietly on your quiet snack as you ponder over meeting your internet allies. It's not often you get a chance to see them in person- you make it a big deal pretty much always. One of the perks you get from traveling so much- your friends are never too far away.

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[Otto LaVonne]

==> Commence with Brotherly Conversation

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OTTO: Hee hee :3
OTTO: Little man has a little girl
OTTO: It's gonna be on fun trip
OTTO: Me?
OTTO: Plans?
OTTO: I'm gonna hit up the mall
OTTO: New york is the most fabulous city in all of the united states
OTTO: I'm gonna buy so much junk
OTTO: Gonna meet up with a few pals of mine

You think of New York City and what waits for you in the big apple. So many bright things are there, and a large stop on your tour. Anyone who is anyone preforms in New York City, not to mention upon arrival you will surely be flocked by your millions of fan girls who are each madly in love with you and wish to marry you. No biggie.

OTTO: Gaming?
OTTO: Sounds cool
OTTO: What kind of game
OTTO: Like hello kitty party island adventure?
OTTO: Hee hee
OTTO: Nah bro
OTTO: You know i'm just yanking your chain
OTTO: So whats the game called?
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[Bree LaVonne]

==> Shrug

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BREE: i dont really know i guess
BREE: some new beta or somethin like a simulation game
BREE: all the bros are makin a big deal of it
BREE: but i dont think well get to play it while were in ny
BREE: dont even know when it comes out
BREE: and pftft hello kitty
BREE: i eat that shit for breakfast

You don't really extend your sarcasm to your bro the same as you do to your friends. You're not sure why- maybe it's because you feel like you're draggin' him down. After all, the label often points out that you're an asset that costs a wee bit more, that you serve no real purpose. They think you don't know, but that's how business works and whether they say it out loud or not, it's there. In all, maybe it's because you don't want to give him anymore shit. But all in all, you wish you could give something back to your bro.

BREE: but bro im sure theyd dig meeting ya
BREE: and no we wont need security guards this time
BREE: they arent deranged psychopaths like that freak who got backstage
BREE: and my bro mack would love to play a game of ball with us next time were in philly
BREE: itd give you some space away from your redic popularity
BREE: and you know just hang out with peeps instead of get drooled over

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[Otto LaVonne]

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OTTO: Yes i suppose
OTTO: Some peace from all the paparazzi would be nice
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TTO: For a change :3
OTTO: Though you don’t want your older bro hanging with you
OTTO: I’d cramp your style
OTTO: Though thanks for the offer
OTTO: I’m probably gonna go partying or something else big hot shots do.

You smile a little at Bree, it is nice to know he still cares about his big bro. He hasn’t gone through any big rebellious teenager phase as far as you know. Maybe it’s because you two are closer than PB&J and share age though since you are only his senior by a few years. Or perhaps it is due to the fact that his whole life he’s never had a real friend? Growing up with his parents for a few years and then on the streets with you until you got your big break never gave him much social time. And then when you got the big record deal he went on tour with you, never to stay in any city more than a couple days hardly enough time to know anybody or enough time for them to get over the fact he is your younger brother.

You have seen people use him to get to you and that only upsets you even more. You are quite positive that he is affected by it and it makes him mad he has to live in your shadow, though he cares too much about you to burden you with himself. If anyone were to ever ask you who they thought the most selfless person you knew was, you’d respond Bree. He has given up nearly his entire youth for you to become successful and for that you will forever be in debt to him. That’s why you were so happy when you finally scraped up enough money to buy him a computer, for the first time ever he wasn’t “Otto LaVonne’s Brother” he was Bree.

Some say internet friends aren’t real friends and maybe they aren’t, but atleast he can live in a false reality of friendship until this tour blows over and you settle down somewhere. Though even then he will still be in your shadow for his life, fame may die, but shadows never fade. You have trouble falling asleep most nights thinking about this, you have forever condemned your brother to this fate, and he will never be able to know for sure if someone is just using him to get to you. If you could you would have gone back in time and never have become famous. Though that is your past and the only thing you can do is hope for a better future. You smile at Bree, hoping he will understand that you said no for a reason and not just that baloney of and excuse you gave him, because even if they aren't like that you wouldn't risk it. Bree is a smart cookie so you know after you're gone, he’ll hold up on his own just swimmingly, hopefully he can figure this out though. [/font][/blockquote]

[Bree LaVonne]

==> Nod

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BREE: you got it boss
BREE: dont drink too many long islands
BREE: dont wanna have to carry you up the tour bus stairs

You eventually throw your candy wrappers away and look out the window. The highway cut through a valley, and the area around you was sparse. Nothing fun to look at- then again, after traveling the world this way, you never saw anything new. In times like these, you wish you could get away from this continent, explore the corners of the world... Your adventurous side was yearning to escape. Perhaps that's why you played games- worlds you'd never seen before lurked within the coding.

BREE: so otto you come up with any new pieces?
BREE: how bout your next album
BREE: you should let me hear it

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