its_theclimb: (au weekend: hiding)
This weekend had started off normal. Different from her usual self, not that she knew that, sure, but -- normal, at least, in that no one was chasing her or trying to invade her privacy.

Then this morning she'd woken up and found squirrels perched outside her window. And that had all changed.

Now she was on the run in the warehouse district, ducking through alleys and trying to avoid the squirrels and their tiny, tiny notepads. And how did she keep herself occupied during this mission?

She sang, of course.

"You don't understand
What it is
That makes me tick
But you wish you did...
"

Shit, a squirrel! Miley pressed herself up against the wall, stomach sucked in to try to avoid being seen. Then it scampered off and she returned to fleeing and darting between buildings some more.

"You always second-guess, wonderin'
I say yes, but you just
Lose out every time...
"

[[oh my god, so open. miley is now miley cyrus from the music video of "fly on the wall." yeah, i went there.]]
its_theclimb: (goofy: leap!)
It had been awhile since Miley had considered herself of an appropriate age to jump on a bed.

And yet. Today she was jumping on the bed. And singing into a hairbrush microphone.

"I know today is taking me
Where I'm meant to be
Doesn't matter where I go
With my bowling shoes
And my rock star phone
I'm waiting for a friend to call
Or the rain to fall
Life goes by
Who knows why?
"

So it was going to be a Hilary Duff night, apparently.

[[Open! Any mentions of Hannah Montana in the boyfriend thread go NFB, plz.]]
its_theclimb: (goofy: leap!)
It had been awhile since Miley had considered herself of an appropriate age to jump on a bed.

And yet. Today she was jumping on the bed. And singing into a hairbrush microphone.

"I know today is taking me
Where I'm meant to be
Doesn't matter where I go
With my bowling shoes
And my rock star phone
I'm waiting for a friend to call
Or the rain to fall
Life goes by
Who knows why?
"

So it was going to be a Hilary Duff night, apparently.

[[Open! Any mentions of Hannah Montana in the boyfriend thread go NFB, plz.]]
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: (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.]]

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