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Post by JAMIE RENEE LINCOLN. on Sept 10, 2012 21:56:07 GMT -5
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 560 WORDS FOR OPEN Outfit: HERE! Notes: Anyboy can reply! DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] It was another one of those nights where Jamie wasn’t sure what she wanted to do, or where she wanted to do it, so naturally she called up her trainer to see if he wanted to hang, but he hadn’t answered, and with a heavy heart she took a shower and got ready. She knew the see through shirt over her lacy push up was a little slutty, and by a little it was quite a bit. And the cut off shorts that hugged her tight ass really sent it over the edge, but she didn’t care, tonight she wasn’t really thinking about being the same old innocent girl she’d been for the last twenty two years, and she wasn’t looking to keep that image tonight. Tonight, she wasn’t the Jamie everyone knew, she wasn’t the Jamie anyone would recognize, tonight she was different. Her make-up was simple, eyeliner, mascara, and a little lip gloss to make her pouty lips shine. She looked in the mirror and smirked at herself, amazed at how well she pulled of the carefree, loose girl she had envied when she was younger. She stuffed her phone in her pocket, grabbed her keys and headed out, locking the door behind her, leaving the empty house alone in its darkness.
She wasn’t really sure where she’d end up, but she certainly wasn’t expecting herself to pull into the parking lot outside of Blur. She had only heard of the place, never had she gone inside, and never had she thought she would, it wasn’t really her scene, actually any bar wasn’t her place of preference, but tonight was about being new. She took a deep breath as she got out of the car and walked toward the door. She pulled it open and immediately the light hum outside turned into a louder, audible music. She smiled to herself as she stepped over the threshold, ready for a night she’d regret and be ashamed of in the morning. It wasn’t that late she didn’t think, but it was during the week, so maybe that explained the lack of people. She sat down at the bar and ordered a shot of Cuervo. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but the little bit of liquor was to get rid of any nerves she had inside her stomach. She ordered a Corona after that and turned to face the room.
The place wasn’t really all that exciting tonight, and Jamie was left to her own imagination. Seeing a pool table open up she smiled at the bartender, and headed over to grab it before anyone else. She was okay at pool, better than your average guy, but that’s only because she looked at it but the math angle. She could easily make any shot she lined up. She grabbed the triangle and set up the table. She thought about trying to hustle someone, but she didn’t think, even in the careless state she was in, had the heart to take anyone’s money. She was too sweet, despite how she looked at the moment; leaned over the table, lining up her shot. The crack the balls made as they all raced to the pockets, trying to be first to hide, broke through the music surrounding Jamie’s head. She smiled to herself as she circled the table, looking for her next shot. [/style] |
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Post by ALICE MADELINE VALKE. on Sept 10, 2012 23:49:19 GMT -5
The clock on the wall seemed to tick on endlessly. Normally Alice could get lost in her work, replacing books and helping her fellow students navigate the expansive school library. Not today though, she felt the itch to go out - most likely to a bar - and it was itching up her spine and wiggling into her brain. She felt her fingers turn jittery, eyes flickering back and forth to and from the clock until the end of her shift struck and the red-headed siren darted from the library without a single glance backward. She nearly ran home, stripping off her clothing in a row down to the bathroom as she quickly showered and dressed again. A thin shirt with a simple, grey bandeau would suffice for the night. Something light, something airy so she could move and flow in whatever direction the music would take her. Slipping her feet into the loosely laced studded boots and slinking her bracelets up her slender arms and the cross necklace around her neck she gathered her minimal monetary items, cell phone and keys and headed out the door. Pulling up at the entrance of the Blur night club she shut off the engine to her Jeep and shoved the keys into her back pocket. Sliding from the thick, fabric seats and to the ground she took eager strides to the door. The bouncer gave her a once over before letting her in, her wild flame colored hair thrown behind her shoulder as she scoped out the room. Deciding to grab a heineken from the bar, the dance floor was too dead - but something did catch her attention. A girl stood playing pool alone, lining up her shots and making them as she went. Intrigued, Alice nearly danced across the gross bar floor and set her beer down definitely on the polished wood of the table. Grabbing a cue stick, she chalked the tip of it as she raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Whoa, looks like someone is looking for attention tonight." Winking, Alice took a swig of her beer before introducing herself and beginning to play the solids. "I'm Alice, who are you?"word count: three hundred and sixty three. outfit: click!comments: hope you don't mind. :)
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Post by JAMIE RENEE LINCOLN. on Sept 15, 2012 23:52:58 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 416 WORDS FOR ALICE Outfit: HERE! Notes: not at all(: DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] Jamie knew that a big reason she was out tonight wasn’t because she wanted to do something reckless for the fun of it, but she wanted to do it because her trainer hadn’t answered her call. He’d been mad at her the past couple days and Jamie was finally starting to catch on. He’d made practice rough and she was easily feeling the extra workouts, and the longer practices. And he was ignoring outside of their sessions. She wasn’t sure what she had done wrong, but she hadn’t really tried to find out, she decided to just throw herself into the world like she was at the moment. She was easily making every shot she tried, number after number she sank them in their pockets.
Carmel was still new to Jamie and she didn’t know anyone, but she didn’t really mind that, people weren’t her thing. She always tried to please them, tried to keep them happy and it was annoying to her, she hated when people were mad or upset and it was even worse if she caused it. But she was tired of pleasing tonight, she was tired of trying her hardest and not getting anything back for it, she was tired of her trainer constantly working her past her limits. She was just tired, and in all honesty she should be home, relaxing, watching a scary movie, or hanging out with Maddox, convincing him to let her cat come stay in the house with them and sarg. But she doubted he would let a fat cat that shed everywhere near his stuff. He hadn’t been home when she left, she had just assumed her brother and his dog were at the shop like usual, and she’d just left a note on the counter telling him she was out, and nothing more. He knew she was grown and she knew he wouldn’t worry.
She set the table up again, for her own enjoyment. A streak of red caught her attention from the door, but she didn’t think twice about the girl as she put her cue ball in place, until she was standing at her pool table, a pool stick in hand. Jamie shrugged. She was looking for attention, not exactly the red heads attention, but at least now she had someone to play with. The girl introduced herself as Jamie distractedly missed her shot at her stripped ball. “Hey, I’m Jamie.” She stepped aside so the girl could pick up in the game.
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Post by ALICE MADELINE VALKE. on Sept 17, 2012 23:18:08 GMT -5
Whoever the curly-headed brunette was didn't seem too interested in whoever Alice happened to be. She seemed to set her sight on the balls, hitting every one she lined up. Admiringly Alice whistled, watching her circle the table after she set up her own shot once more. Her balls whistled past, hitting the other side of the table with a definite thud as it failed to make contact. Furrowing her brows Alice stepped away from where she was standing and took another swig of her cold beverage. "I'm Alice, nice to meet you." Pursing her lips she observed the other girl. Athletic, nicely tanned with curly hair, she could almost see her nipples through the barely there lace bra. Yes, someone was looking for attention from someone other than her. Alice usually didn't bother baring so much, her personality either attracted them or detracted them and she took either of them as they came. But she wasn't one for judgements and the beer was making her feel more relaxed. "Considering you don't look like you're looking for my attention, I'm not letting it go to waste, come here often?" Alice winked, shrugging her slender shoulders and once again took her beer to her lips. word count: two hundred and sixty three. outfit: click!comments: this seriously sucks, I'm sorry. D: But I didn't want to keep you waiting!
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Post by JAMIE RENEE LINCOLN. on Sept 30, 2012 0:40:37 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 345 WORDS FOR ALICE Outfit: HERE! Notes: I'm so sorry this took so long. i just haven't had time. i'm so ashamed. DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] Jamie was a little bit of annoying drunk, not that she was drunk now, but she knew the double shot she’d taken early was going to give the light weight a little buzz, and the beer would only calm her from that. Hard alcohol made Jamie crazy, beer just soothed her. She wasn’t really paying attention to the girl that had walked up, she would take more interest in her after she finished her game. When Jamie focused on something, there was no stopping her until she was done with it. She took the short moment that Alice took her shot, to drink some of her beer. But she didn’t have much time to rest, because the red head missed her first shot and Jamie was back at the table.
”Likewise.” Jamie said politely and smiled at the girl before taking her shot at the 8 ball and sinking it in the right corner pocket. Jamie didn’t really care about impressing people, though it usually seemed like that was her goal since she was a perfectionist, and had to finish everything. Though she wasn’t really looking for Alice’s attention tonight, it was probably better that the red had found her, because she would have regretted practice tomorrow after confessing her nights events, had they gone according to plan. She was mainly here to get back at her trainer for not answering, even if he was mad at her. It was a pathetic reason to be dressed like she was, and be so obvious in begging for attention, but she had done what she’d done and here she was, talking to a stranger, which was most of her plan anyway, the gender part was just a little off. ”Maybe that’s for the best.” Jamie smiled at Alice, suddenly relieved Alice was the person she’d talked to tonight. Jamie shrugged. ”No, actually this is the first time I’ve ever been here. What about you? It seems kind of dead.” she added.
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