its_theclimb: (hannah: plane)
Generally speaking, Miley liked being anonymous when she wasn't dressed up as Hannah. People were usually pretty nice to her,  she didn't get badgered about autographs... it was a good system.

Other times? She felt like being a bit more noticed. Like at the airport.

Of course, Hannah Montana wasn't a real person, so she couldn't very well buy her a plane ticket. However, Miley could saunter on in with a pink glittery carry-on, get through security and everything requiring photo identification, and breeze into the ladies' room near the gate to change. And then if Hannah Montana happened to emerge, well, it wasn't like there were cameras in here, right?

Ooh. Miley squinted up to check. Well, if there were, she couldn't see any.

With that, she made her way back out into the terminal, and was promptly accosted by some little girls asking her to sign their backpacks. Which she did, gladly, before boarding the plane and flopping into her first-class seat for a tremendously comfortable next six hours.

Ah, it was good to be (almost) home.

[[And today we learn exactly how OCD I am. Yes, I looked up a real flight number. Don't you judge me. NFB/NFI.]]
its_theclimb: (fact: indiana joanie)
Miley had always thought of herself as an adaptive person, and being in a toadstool colony without her friends or her boyfriend, newly-appointed caretaker to someone else's cat, didn't do much to change that.
 
Sunday's goal: To find a patch of ground somewhere that wasn't too muddy to allow for her usual workout routines. After all, being in a library that was filled with grass and plants shouldn't stand in the way of exercise. Miley was adaptive, so she'd adapt.
 
So she put on sneakers and a jacket, strapped Joni into her backpack, and embarked.
 
There was mud and wet turf and those weird video-game-looking plants for a while, and then there… weren't. Joni started to mew softly, noticing a change that must have seemed about as abrupt to her as it did to Miley, and the world was fuzzy for a moment before a new reality set in.
 
No more toadstools. No more grass. )
 
[[Miley is in the world of Indiana  Joannie and the Curse of the Golden Cobra, a movie from her home world that, yes, she starred in as Hannah Montana. Dialogue taken from HM 3x07, "You've Gotta Lose That Job," as well as 3x14, "What I Don't Like About You."]]
its_theclimb: (fact: indiana joanie)
Miley had always thought of herself as an adaptive person, and being in a toadstool colony without her friends or her boyfriend, newly-appointed caretaker to someone else's cat, didn't do much to change that.
 
Sunday's goal: To find a patch of ground somewhere that wasn't too muddy to allow for her usual workout routines. After all, being in a library that was filled with grass and plants shouldn't stand in the way of exercise. Miley was adaptive, so she'd adapt.
 
So she put on sneakers and a jacket, strapped Joni into her backpack, and embarked.
 
There was mud and wet turf and those weird video-game-looking plants for a while, and then there… weren't. Joni started to mew softly, noticing a change that must have seemed about as abrupt to her as it did to Miley, and the world was fuzzy for a moment before a new reality set in.
 
No more toadstools. No more grass. )
 
[[Miley is in the world of Indiana  Joannie and the Curse of the Golden Cobra, a movie from her home world that, yes, she starred in as Hannah Montana. Dialogue taken from HM 3x07, "You've Gotta Lose That Job," as well as 3x14, "What I Don't Like About You."]]
its_theclimb: (fact: scrapbook)
Miley was... not crying anymore. Which was good. Jono had comforted her a little and now she was feeling better. Not, say, get-up-and-dance better. More... flop-on-the-bed-and-flip-through-her-scrapbook better.

Which, really, was still pretty maudlin.

And then her Pandora station, which was supposed to give her JBiebz, started playing the most annoying song ever instead. Seriously, Pandora? Her mortal enemy? That was who you decided to play?

Rude, was what it was.

But getting up seemed like a lot of work, so she just tried to block it out as she kept flipping through pages of her best and worst moments as Hannah, wincing at some and half-smiling at others.

The first photo in the book showed Miley at twelve. Looking at it now, she couldn't remember where or when it had been taken. Which made sense -- that whole first year'd been a blur, even while it was happening. Her mom's death, Jackson's middle school graduation, that first song she'd written that had somehow managed to get noticed. Moving to LA.

Meeting Lilly and Oliver.

And that -- that -- was because of Hannah. She'd met them as Miley, but... talking to people, making friends? Back then? She hadn't been so good at that. But Hannah had given her confidence, made her able to do that, and without her, Miley didn't know where she'd be.

Jono was wrong. Hannah was a part of her, Miley decided. Maybe not all of her, but -- a part. And now she was gone.

[[Door is closed, post is open. That Miley looked at a scrapbook is fine, but the contents are NFB; similarly, it's okay for broadcast that Dave stopped by and they talked, but the topic of discussion is NFB as well.]]
its_theclimb: (fact: scrapbook)
Miley was... not crying anymore. Which was good. Jono had comforted her a little and now she was feeling better. Not, say, get-up-and-dance better. More... flop-on-the-bed-and-flip-through-her-scrapbook better.

Which, really, was still pretty maudlin.

And then her Pandora station, which was supposed to give her JBiebz, started playing the most annoying song ever instead. Seriously, Pandora? Her mortal enemy? That was who you decided to play?

Rude, was what it was.

But getting up seemed like a lot of work, so she just tried to block it out as she kept flipping through pages of her best and worst moments as Hannah, wincing at some and half-smiling at others.

The first photo in the book showed Miley at twelve. Looking at it now, she couldn't remember where or when it had been taken. Which made sense -- that whole first year'd been a blur, even while it was happening. Her mom's death, Jackson's middle school graduation, that first song she'd written that had somehow managed to get noticed. Moving to LA.

Meeting Lilly and Oliver.

And that -- that -- was because of Hannah. She'd met them as Miley, but... talking to people, making friends? Back then? She hadn't been so good at that. But Hannah had given her confidence, made her able to do that, and without her, Miley didn't know where she'd be.

Jono was wrong. Hannah was a part of her, Miley decided. Maybe not all of her, but -- a part. And now she was gone.

[[Door is closed, post is open. That Miley looked at a scrapbook is fine, but the contents are NFB; similarly, it's okay for broadcast that Dave stopped by and they talked, but the topic of discussion is NFB as well.]]
its_theclimb: (neg: i want my life back dad)
Lilly still hadn't replied to Miley's texts from a whole day ago, and by now Miley was Really Really Worried.

Worried enough to call Lilly's mom. No answer. Then her dad. Still nothing. Even her brother Haley Joel wasn't picking up.

So, frustrated and starting to wonder if Lilly was maybe on the run from the law or something, Miley called her own father.

"Hey, bud, what's up?"

Oh, thank God. )

[[door and post open]]
its_theclimb: (neg: i want my life back dad)
Lilly still hadn't replied to Miley's texts from a whole day ago, and by now Miley was Really Really Worried.

Worried enough to call Lilly's mom. No answer. Then her dad. Still nothing. Even her brother Haley Joel wasn't picking up.

So, frustrated and starting to wonder if Lilly was maybe on the run from the law or something, Miley called her own father.

"Hey, bud, what's up?"

Oh, thank God. )

[[door and post open]]
its_theclimb: (weetiny: happy)
There were auditions today. Auditions to sing and dance and do fun things in front of everyone!

So naturally, Miley had to practice. It was important to practice! Daddy did it all the time for his concerts, and Aunt Dolly did it for hers, and Mom and Jackson... well, they didn't like singing. But Jackson practiced for his volleyball team!

But Miley didn't want to be a volleyball player; she wanted to be a rock star. So she ran around the hallways with a glittery pink microphone that said HM on it and sang and danced to a song she was making up on the spot. That way she'd be ready for her audition and she could meet the other kids who might be wandering around! Yay!

[[SO OPEN.]]
its_theclimb: (weetiny: happy)
There were auditions today. Auditions to sing and dance and do fun things in front of everyone!

So naturally, Miley had to practice. It was important to practice! Daddy did it all the time for his concerts, and Aunt Dolly did it for hers, and Mom and Jackson... well, they didn't like singing. But Jackson practiced for his volleyball team!

But Miley didn't want to be a volleyball player; she wanted to be a rock star. So she ran around the hallways with a glittery pink microphone that said HM on it and sang and danced to a song she was making up on the spot. That way she'd be ready for her audition and she could meet the other kids who might be wandering around! Yay!

[[SO OPEN.]]
its_theclimb: (fact: reading)
Miley hadn't had any classes today, and Lilly was at school (dang time difference between Fandom and home!) and therefore untextable, so today had been something of an introspective day. She'd watched some of her old music videos on her iPod and gone through old AIM chat logs that she'd saved of her and Lilly and Oliver goofing off together, back in eighth and ninth grade. Everything had been so easy then. 

And now she was going through a scrapbook. Mamaw had made it for her -- actually, it was one of the few real-grandmotherly things Mamaw ever did, scrapbooking. It was filled with clippings and cutouts of Hannah Montana in magazines and newspapers, photos, old concert tickets. Most of it made her smile, but a few things (like the snapshots of performing for the queen, and Lilly's sixteenth birthday, god what a train wreck) just made her feel a little sad. 

This week? Hadn't been the greatest.

[[Door closed, post is for the Fandom BFF, and it's NFB for secretage.]]
its_theclimb: (fact: reading)
Miley hadn't had any classes today, and Lilly was at school (dang time difference between Fandom and home!) and therefore untextable, so today had been something of an introspective day. She'd watched some of her old music videos on her iPod and gone through old AIM chat logs that she'd saved of her and Lilly and Oliver goofing off together, back in eighth and ninth grade. Everything had been so easy then. 

And now she was going through a scrapbook. Mamaw had made it for her -- actually, it was one of the few real-grandmotherly things Mamaw ever did, scrapbooking. It was filled with clippings and cutouts of Hannah Montana in magazines and newspapers, photos, old concert tickets. Most of it made her smile, but a few things (like the snapshots of performing for the queen, and Lilly's sixteenth birthday, god what a train wreck) just made her feel a little sad. 

This week? Hadn't been the greatest.

[[Door closed, post is for the Fandom BFF, and it's NFB for secretage.]]
its_theclimb: (say what: whut now (with lilly))
"Here, you can have this pair too," Miley said generously, holding out a pair of shoes to her best friend. "They're Italian, even. Just 'cause I miiiiss you."

Lilly smiled shakily, but Miley could see her swallow nervously and that tipped her off to the fact that there was something going on with her friend. "Hey," she said, flopping down on the bed to cross her legs and look at her best friend. "What's wrong?" 

Lilly bit her lip and started pacing, then held herself still. "I... sorta messed up yesterday," she said hesitantly. "And you're not gonna like it."

"What is it?" Miley asked, wide-eyed and earnest as she patted the bed beside her. "Lilly, I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything."

Finally Lilly took a deep breath, and sat down on the bed beside her. She couldn't remember anything ever being this hard to say. "I sort of... might have... accidentally told your secret," she admitted.

[[For the best friend, and NFB.]]
its_theclimb: (say what: whut now (with lilly))
"Here, you can have this pair too," Miley said generously, holding out a pair of shoes to her best friend. "They're Italian, even. Just 'cause I miiiiss you."

Lilly smiled shakily, but Miley could see her swallow nervously and that tipped her off to the fact that there was something going on with her friend. "Hey," she said, flopping down on the bed to cross her legs and look at her best friend. "What's wrong?" 

Lilly bit her lip and started pacing, then held herself still. "I... sorta messed up yesterday," she said hesitantly. "And you're not gonna like it."

"What is it?" Miley asked, wide-eyed and earnest as she patted the bed beside her. "Lilly, I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything."

Finally Lilly took a deep breath, and sat down on the bed beside her. She couldn't remember anything ever being this hard to say. "I sort of... might have... accidentally told your secret," she admitted.

[[For the best friend, and NFB.]]
its_theclimb: (genderswap: AAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!)
Part of the problem, really, was that Miley had worn a tiny pair of shorts to bed. And while she could probably have been oblivious to minor bone structure changes, Fermaine had pampered her with enough perfect-fitting costumes over the years that she could not disregard a certain... tightness. Not to mention the weight of something very unfamiliar pressing against her leg.

Two steps to the enormous vanity mirror she'd hung over her desk, and...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

So, bathrobe. Bathrobe now, and these shorts were just going to have to be stretched out since she sure as heck wasn't taking them off.

She looked mournfully at herself in the mirror. How would she be able to sing now?!

[[Open, duh. AND YES I HAD TO.]]
its_theclimb: (genderswap: AAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!)
Part of the problem, really, was that Miley had worn a tiny pair of shorts to bed. And while she could probably have been oblivious to minor bone structure changes, Fermaine had pampered her with enough perfect-fitting costumes over the years that she could not disregard a certain... tightness. Not to mention the weight of something very unfamiliar pressing against her leg.

Two steps to the enormous vanity mirror she'd hung over her desk, and...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

So, bathrobe. Bathrobe now, and these shorts were just going to have to be stretched out since she sure as heck wasn't taking them off.

She looked mournfully at herself in the mirror. How would she be able to sing now?!

[[Open, duh. AND YES I HAD TO.]]
its_theclimb: (ooc: can't be tamed)
Hannah was hanging onto the body by a thread, and she knew that if she didn't do something huge soon, her other personality -- lame, pathetic Miley -- would resurface. Her very dominance relied on doing things Miley would never do. Bad things. Things her daddy wouldn't approve of. 

CURSE YOU, ROBBY RAY AND YOUR HORRIBLE RULES.

So tonight Hannah, in her long, pristine blonde wig, was to be found at Fandom's very own massive concert arena, where tickets were being scalped by NPC minions to see her in concert. What they didn't know was that this show... would be life-altering.
 
MUAHAHAHAHAHA.

[[So open. And OCD'd!]]
its_theclimb: (ooc: can't be tamed)
Hannah was hanging onto the body by a thread, and she knew that if she didn't do something huge soon, her other personality -- lame, pathetic Miley -- would resurface. Her very dominance relied on doing things Miley would never do. Bad things. Things her daddy wouldn't approve of. 

CURSE YOU, ROBBY RAY AND YOUR HORRIBLE RULES.

So tonight Hannah, in her long, pristine blonde wig, was to be found at Fandom's very own massive concert arena, where tickets were being scalped by NPC minions to see her in concert. What they didn't know was that this show... would be life-altering.
 
MUAHAHAHAHAHA.

[[So open. And OCD'd!]]
its_theclimb: (neg: just been crying)
A very loud, empassioned argument was being had in room 311 as frantic music played. And this argument, naturally, involved a wig being tossed on and off between speakers.

"I can't believe you want to take this away from me!" Hannah-Miley accused. In addition to having blonder hair, she was better-dressed than Miley, despite switching on a split-second's notice.

"I don't!" Miley-Miley shot back, taking the wig off and frowning determinedly. "All I said was that my life would be easier if I didn't have you to worry about!"

Hannah-Miley threw the wig back on, shimmering in a radiant ballgown that had suddenly appeared. "So you want to tell the world, is that it? Get yourself checked into a facility? Your every move scrutinized by doctors and nurses?"

Miley-Miley began to cry. One tear at a time, of course. "All I want is to be free," she whispered. She was in So Much Pain!

Now Hannah-Miley decided enough was enough. "Fine," she hissed. "Then until you can come to your senses, I'm in control." She put the wig on with a smug smile. "Later, Miley."

And with that, she took Miley's collage of photos off of the wall and began to cut them up, all the while playing her last few hits at maximum volume on her iPod speakers. While Miley wailed inside, of course.

[[I'm... I'm really not sure. Open.]]
its_theclimb: (neg: just been crying)
A very loud, empassioned argument was being had in room 311 as frantic music played. And this argument, naturally, involved a wig being tossed on and off between speakers.

"I can't believe you want to take this away from me!" Hannah-Miley accused. In addition to having blonder hair, she was better-dressed than Miley, despite switching on a split-second's notice.

"I don't!" Miley-Miley shot back, taking the wig off and frowning determinedly. "All I said was that my life would be easier if I didn't have you to worry about!"

Hannah-Miley threw the wig back on, shimmering in a radiant ballgown that had suddenly appeared. "So you want to tell the world, is that it? Get yourself checked into a facility? Your every move scrutinized by doctors and nurses?"

Miley-Miley began to cry. One tear at a time, of course. "All I want is to be free," she whispered. She was in So Much Pain!

Now Hannah-Miley decided enough was enough. "Fine," she hissed. "Then until you can come to your senses, I'm in control." She put the wig on with a smug smile. "Later, Miley."

And with that, she took Miley's collage of photos off of the wall and began to cut them up, all the while playing her last few hits at maximum volume on her iPod speakers. While Miley wailed inside, of course.

[[I'm... I'm really not sure. Open.]]
its_theclimb: (neg: DADDY. i'm FRUSTRATED.)
An exhausted-looking Miley was somehow managing to wheel two suitcases, a garment bag and a makeup case, all with her cell phone pressed to her ear. Don't ask her how.

"Jackson, I CAN'T," she insisted into the phone. "I'm telling you, we can't trust her. And what if she blows it? My life would be over."

Cue some angry ranting from Jackson, which caused Miley to huff, stop walking, hold the phone away from her ear and bend down to pick up her fallen garment bag. "See what you made me do?" she complained. "Because of you, I dropped my brand-new Valentino dress." Granted, it was shielded from the elements in a double garment bag, but complaining was what she did. It was practically an art at this point.

Jackson clearly didn't care, and Miley sighed and resumed wheeling her bags. Next time, she was totally getting a limo to the dorm.

[[Open if you want to catch her on her way back to the dorm, sure! Phone conversation NFB, please!]]

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