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Newt was quick to pull down the sleeves of his shirt, effectively hiding any scares that had been showing. âI-I would rather not discuss it..â he replied, avoiding their gaze and staring off the the side.
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The Lost Weakened
He felt fucking weak.
Fucking pathetic. Fucking bored in yet another house party he had been invited to in LA for the umpteenth time this month. Each one grew more and more bizarre, bursting with wannabe gurus and get-rich-quick schemers that fed on blow and brandy. What a damn waste it all was. But this is what John and Yoko agreed to, after all. Space and time apart to sort out their priorities, and John had his fair share of reveling in this newfound freedom. Tonight, he felt offish, though. He didnât care to entertain anyone, instead opting for burying his inner turmoil with glass upon glass of alcohol.Â
He brushed past the crowd of tinned sardines, wanting nothing more than to abandon their pretentious bullshit and the thick, humid air that filled the room. Staggering and muttering and wiping his sweaty brow, John sought solitude in the yard. He lit up a fag, smoking and pacing around like the nervous wreck that he was. And where the fuck was Nilsson? Probably doped up or snorting coke off some random pair of tits, he reckoned. What did it matter, anyway; he was so fucking tired.Â
âWhatâs this?â (Sarah to Kyung)
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Kyung perked up from where she was looming over her desk in her room when Sarah suddenly piped up, getting her little button nose out of a recipe book she was skimming through to turn her attention over to what Sarah was referring to. Moving over to the spot where McGrady was browsing, Kyung suddenly froze in her tracks when she noticed the redhead holding old, Korean newspaper articles in her hands.
âUh⌠Oh, that? ItâsâŚâ
Unbeknownst to Sarah, unless she knew how to read Hangul, the headline of said newspaper was of a horribly grave incident that happened on the same day of when Kyung was born.
âItâs just some old newspapers given to me by one of my relatives. Mainly for nostalgia purposes, really.â
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It seemed the universe was trying to teach George a lesson tonight instead of Paul. Hadnât he just been giving a damn-near sermon on nonviolence back in that club? Acting perhaps a little too high and mighty, when the fact of the matter was that he had been far more of a terror in his childhood than Paul had ever been. And had twice the temper, too, though he never showed it to the cameras. Now, as this shabby man apprehended him in the empty street, the instincts all came rushing back to George like a volt of electricity. He didnât even think about it before he had thrust his hand up from where it had been resting sweetly around Sarah, and grabbed the manâs wrist just as whoever it was went to take George by the collar. George could feel the grime and matted hair on the manâs forearm. His eyebrows drew in and he barked, âDo you know who I am? You donât come up and talk to me like that!â he seemed outraged, but really it was all just second-nature. His eyes flashed dangerously, his teeth gritted as he threw the man back with both arms - he had forgotten what it felt like to flex his muscles like that! Christ, they really were kept in a bubble out there on tour. George made sure to stand protectively in front of Sarah to keep her out of the fray as far as possible, and when the man reached into his heavy overcoat to pull something out, George threw himself at him fully, grabbing his arms both in one hand and diving into the pocket to snatch up the- what was it? Some kind of makeshift switchblade - and hold it at his side out of reach. He waved an arm brashly at the mugger, his face set into an expression of pure determination. And the man must have seen that this was going to be a lot more effort than he had thought, for a relatively small profit, and he cursed bitterly at George, spitting on the ground at his feet before scurrying away into the nearby park. George cast the weapon away from him into the hedgerow and turned back to Sarah. âYou alright? âŚSarah?â he tried to get a look at her face, to see if she looked shaken by the event. But of course, she wasnât made of porcelain like the rest of the girls the Beatles usually came into contact with. Not like any of Paulâs princess dolly girlfriends. âCome on, letâs get inside.â He led her hurriedly along the last few yards to Paulâs driveway and then started around to the back door and found Paulâs spare set of keys in the flowerpot on the art deco sill above the threshold.
"Excuse me? Have you seen a guitar anywhere?" (My sideblog Mindiamondrp, any muse you want.)
The Beatle looked up from his newspaper at the semi-crowded buffet hall at his his hotel. Surprised to find he had a visitor, he met eyes with the doe eyed young woman before him, shaking his head in negation. âNo, doll, IâavenââŚÂ âmâsorryâŚâ
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Normally sheâd prefer to train at home, and yet today Kyung had made the spontaneous decision to go to a local gym that was around the neighborhood. Â Once she changed into her sports bra, shorts, and trainers, the bird went straight for the weight room to do some lifting. Â It was rare for her to go somewhere to train in public, and seeing the strangers around unnerved her a tad, but she managed to get over it once she got to one of the unoccupied barbells to start off with bicep curls. Â While it wasnât unusual for a bird to lift, some people had to do a double take when they noticed just how much weight Kyung had put on her barbell. Â Some even seemed to look a bit impressed from seeing the Korean lift twice her weight.
While bystanders kept to themselves despite the onlookers, Kyung perked up when she thought she heard a familiar voice before putting down the barbell to look over and see Sarah.
âHey, Sarah!â Kyung greeted while wiping the sweat from her brow, partially winded from her reps as she went over to see the guitarist.
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âOh! Are you sure youâre willing to share with me, Sarah?â Kyung blinked, genuinely surprised that the guitarist was offering to share a dessert with her. Â
Kyung knew how much Sarah loved food, and she didnât want to risk hogging the sweet.
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Things had thankfully started to calm down after the last attack against the Beatles, the death threats, bomb threats, attempted kidnappings and assassinations, and so forth had lessened more and more after Kyung had gotten her family involved. Â On top of this phenomenon, Kyung was tagging along with-not just the Beatles, but another band called, Mind Diamond. Â She had heard about the upcoming band that Brian was working with, and had overheard gossip about George being with one of the Mind Diamond members, but otherwise never had the chance to investigate herself. Â Even during the tour, she had primarily been too busy keeping herself on the alert for danger, or stuck with the lads for the most part. Â But after making sure that her friends were safely settled into the luxurious penthouse of their hotel, Kyung decided to go off on her own while the lads were preoccupied in their own shenanigans.
A part of her seemed tempted to get more well acquainted with the Mind Diamond band, especially if they were friends to the Beatles and Epstein⌠Though the other part couldnât help but wonder if she could even talk to them like a normal person, especially since she didnât typically socialize with people outside her family.  Not to mention, Kyung didnât exactly look like the friendliest person to approach- what with her visible scars, odd-looking hair, and muscular build.  Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted when she seemed to have bumped right into someone.
âGoddamnit-!â Kyung cursed out of reflex, instinctively shuffling back on the heels of her boots as she seemed ready to attack whoever, or whatever she bumped into⌠Until she realized that it wasnât any danger, it was another young bird. âOh!  Oh goodness, Iâm terribly sorry,â She instantly began to fuss, her expression softening as she recognized the other woman as one of the Mind Diamond band members, Sarah MacGrady. âAre you alright?â Kyung inquired concernedly while extending a hand to help Sarah up, internally insulting herself for probably making the guitarist feel like she just ran into a brick wall when they collided.
