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Post by emmaleepearson on Oct 30, 2010 16:02:26 GMT -8
 The car pulled up into the long driveway of what appeared to be a small mansion, even the dark light of night couldn’t hide that fact. Emma’s stomach dropped. When her parents said they would buy her a house...she had thought they would be sensible and buy her something...smaller. She should have known that their idea of a house was something like that. Actually, she should have realised when they said that despite everything that was going on, they wanted to stay with her whenever they had business over this side of the country, and of course...a small but nice house wouldn’t cater to their tastes at all. She hurriedly thanked the driver when he pulled up outside the front door, all of her belongings, and Jack, were already at the house, having been shipped over as soon as it was bought, a few days before Katie and John’s wedding, ready for her to be shipped off with everything. Perhaps the incident that led to this had been the best thing she could have done, now she didn’t have to worry about standing in Katie’s picture perfect shadow, expected to conform...
But god, she couldn’t stay here right now. Just staring at the massive house filled her with a sense of utmost dread. So as soon as the chauffeured car had pulled out of sight, she almost raced up the front doorsteps, yanking the key she’d been given out of her bag, fumbling to unlock the massive wooden doors, race to the alarm system to enter in the code she’d been given to shut it off before it went off, then proceeded to dash around the house to find her clothes. Jack wasn’t due to be brought over until the following day, he had been put in a kennel until she arrived so someone was looking after him, perhaps if the red Setter had been there, she would’ve been calmer, with something familiar to distract her, but now she was just in a frenzy to get out. Finally finding a room upstairs she figured had been thought out to be hers, clothes already packed neatly into the massive walk in wardrobe, she yanked out a black corset top, skirt, heels...throwing together a hasty outfit, but still managing to make it look good, changing quickly, doing her hair, makeup. The next step was finding a cab service online, thanking her lucky stars that the internet had already been connected, and fifteen nervous, fidgeting moments later she was sitting in the back of a cab, telling the driver to just take her to a club, any club, she didn’t care.
So, he had dropped Emma off at The Basement, paying him before she left the interior of the cab. It didn’t take her long to actually get in to the club, the loud, crowded building was exactly what she needed, the music was so loud she could barely hear herself think. She didn’t want to think right now, she just wanted...a distraction. Of any kind, really, everything that had happened lately was just getting to her. And right now, she didn’t care that it was her first night in a strange town, and she had already hit the nightlife, with no knowledge of it at all. Stupid, perhaps, but she just didn’t care. She weaved her way over to the bar, taking an empty stool there, not ordering anything, just sitting, large blue eyes roaming around the nightclub, taking everything in.
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Muse Amazing - Cassie Davis
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Post by raym on Nov 18, 2010 18:06:14 GMT -8
The city longs well for
Rooftops and invitations
All lace and secret places
She moves you to touch
With her hands [/SIZE]   CHARLOTTE WENDEL[/size][/center] The woman hadn't been in town long, but she supposed checking out 'the local scene' could be worth doing, especially since she was out to build a client base and potentially see what kind of crowd she was up against. Chicago is a whole other world from Addison, and England even further replaced from that. In fact, those few years ago in high school felt more and more like a lifetime than a solid five years. Her past, though, was far from her mind as the London native moved silently through the door, flashing one of many faux IDs; tonight she was Liberty Bell from Dallas. The Company hadn't tried very hard at all as far as that identity went, but it was more of a fluke than a real cover.
Dark clothes covered her slender body, tight leggings with flats and a fitted sweater dress to keep out the frigid cold that felt like summer in comparison to Chicago's winters. Her auburn hair fell in loose waves across her shoulders and in front of her face, so she used it to keep her eyes averted from the many bodies that banged and slammed around the room like drunken robots. Making her way through the dark place and towards the bar, she was largely unnoticed as she sidled into a spinning barstool. A finger lifted and she asked for a water, an odd drink for someone in a bar, so she asked for a lime on the cup as well. Onlookers would think it was Vodka.
Breathing a calculating sigh, she glanced to left and quickly assessed the men down the line of chairs, catching certain expressions that would tell her whether or not they were dangerous, intoxicated, drugged, or simply out for a good time. It was in her job to know what a person was going to do before they did it, so when her eyes found those of a nasty looking fellow she followed his gaze to realize he was, in fact, oggling a very attractive blond woman she happened to be sitting beside. Typically 'Liberty' would have let things happen as they would until it got ridiculous, but the expression on the blond's face as well as the fact that she was attractive after all left 'Liberty' feeling like she ought to do something.
The brunette leaned over carefully, nodding to the bartender as he brought her water and lime before speaking loudly to the blond beside her. "I hope you won't mind my interfering, but that bloke down the bar intends to slip a rather nasty pill into the drink he wants to buy you. He's about to walk over." her English accent was quite adorable if she said so herself (even though she would never use the word unless forced), but she ignored that possibility and kept a rather convincing conversational smile on her face. The arse down the way likely couldn't read lips and was too far away to hear.
As if on cue, the rather ruggedly handsome man began to swagger over, skilled at hiding his drug and so was obviously experienced at this unfortunate sort of thing, so 'Liberty' leaned back into her seat, pretending to pay rapt attention to the television showing a silent game of football going wild across it. What the blond did at this point was up to her, but it was none of 'Liberty's' business what happened from here. Obviously if things got out of hand she'd slap the bastard with a faux federal ID badge that would have him pissing his pants, but she needn't make a scene her first night in this new town.
[/size][/blockquote] She just might get you lost
And she just might leave you torn
But she just might save your soul
If she gets you any closer
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Post by emmaleepearson on Nov 20, 2010 22:16:10 GMT -8
I was considering going back home. I shouldn’t be out here, I hadn’t even been in Addison for twenty four hours, for all I knew, the town could be full of creeps. I hadn’t really researched much past the local stables, finding Crossfire here, and I really hadn’t thought much past finding a place to ride. I was just overwhelmed, I guessed, a lot had happened over the past few weeks, and I was stressed, trying to find my own footing, away from my family, away from everything I had known back where I had grown up.
I was usually much more alert when I was in a place like this, I knew how easy it was to be slipped something, taken advantage of, but I guess I was so lost in my own thoughts I had let my guard slip, even if only briefly. So when a slender brunette, who I hadn’t even noticed was now sitting beside me began to speak, I gave a violent start, blinking as I quickly took in her words, a quick glance towards where she had indicated told me that she was right, a man was approaching me, carrying a rather cocky, arrogant air about him. Even if he did have...good intentions...he wouldn’t have been my sort of guy anyway, I liked my men with their feet planted firmly on the ground, and who didn’t have inflated egos.
I pretended to ignore him at first, very carefully watching his actions out of the corner of my eye as he ordered two drinks, saw the subtle slip of his hand over one glass, a tiny white pill dropping into the liquid, dissolving quickly as it sunk its way to the bottom of the glass, and he waited a moment or two, making sure it was mostly disappeared, before sliding that glass over to me. “Here, I hope you don’t mind, but you looked like you could do with a drink,” he said, smirking at me, obviously he thought he was going to win this little game.
“Thank you,” I replied, flashing him a smile. But instead of taking the glass he had offered me, I reached over, swapping the glass he had kept for himself for mine, keeping the smile on my face. “You know, I’ve heard that in some countries, a man and woman switching cups is meant to help in the romance department,” I said, watching, with some satisfaction, as his expression dropped a fraction, obviously this wasn’t going to his plan, struggling for something to say next.
“Something wrong?” I inquired, feigning wide eyed innocence as he didn’t say anything, he shifted nervously, giving me a weak smile. “I think there was a misunderstanding, I just thought you looked like you could use a drink. I’ll be on my way, just waiting for my girlfriend to get here,” he finally spat out, giving me a hurried smile as he walked off, leaving the glass abandoned on the bench.
Pushing the glass I had taken from him away from me, I hadn’t planned on drinking anyway, and even though I knew that one was perfectly fine I didn’t want, I glanced at the woman beside me. “Thank you, for that.”
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Muse Fly Like A G6 - Far East Movement
Notes Nope, it's fine xD And sorry, that post was pretty bad, sister and he friends won't leave me alone -_- Oh, and for the change from third to first person, I'm having issues with third at the moment xD
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Post by raym on Dec 2, 2010 12:41:29 GMT -8
The city longs well for
Rooftops and invitations
All lace and secret places
She moves you to touch
With her hands [/SIZE] CHARLOTTE WENDEL[/size][/center] As if she had him on puppet strings the oh-so-predictable man swaggered over and offered the pretty blonde a drink, plinking in a pill and waving it beneath her nose as if she were so naive. Not surprisingly, though, many young woman could be just that and take a drink without missing a beat. Fortunately, though, the somewhat startled young woman took Charlotte's tip without missing a beat, making the brunette almost snort into her lime water in humor as the blonde smoothly swapped glasses and talked about how it would improve things in the bedroom. The stranger almost left his gonads behind in effort to leave so quickly, and Charlotte's slender legs crossed under the bar as she leaned back to watch him flee quite amusingly across the bar. She smirked, sipping her water and turning back to the woman only as her voice cut through the reckless music and the smack of pool balls and glass bottles that wavered constantly in the smoky air.
"Oh it's no problem." she said with an idle wave of the hand, "I could off him if you'd like." she said with a rather relaxed and bemused tone, as if offering to whack somebody off was an everyday thing. She took another idle sip of her water and eyed the woman as if waiting for a serious answer. Letting only a few moments pass, however, she soon grinned playfully and sat forward to place the glass back upon the white bar napkin she'd been offered. "Just playing." she said with a small giggle, even though it wouldn't have been the first time she'd taken someone out. Typically, though, that was something that happened in the line of duty and less in civilian life.
Charlotte pressed a few dark tendrils from her eyes and then again turned back to the woman. Should she introduce herself truthfully or as 'Liberty' as her ID revealed? Well, obviously, it would be as Liberty. "Liberty." she said confidently, even though it was completely obvious by her English accent that she was hardly from the United States. "And you are?" she asked with another smile, her voice loud enough that it was meant for the blonde and not for anyone else. She nodded to the bartender with her hand extended, brandishing towards the woman before pointing down to her own water. Sure, it might look like she's drinking vodka with lime, but again that was only a front. From the looks of this woman's antics, she needed a water, too. Within moments the bartender slid a clear short glass with a perfect lime to the blonde and Charlotte spoke, "On me, of course. And no drugs to be seen." she said smartly, humor obviously the intention.
[/size][/blockquote] She just might get you lost
And she just might leave you torn
But she just might save your soul
If she gets you any closer
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Post by emmaleepearson on Dec 3, 2010 17:24:08 GMT -8
Times like these reminded me why I never really came to these sorts of places by myself. Even when John and Katie had started dating, he and I would still go to bars together, his presence usually stopped these sort of things from happening, they occurred only rarely, if I walked away from him for a few moments, or someone was really drunk and just didn’t seem to notice him there. Not that we had ever dated, officially...I really had to stop thinking about it. I did feel guilty about what happened all those weeks ago, but it made me angry, that I was the only one who took the fall for it, and he didn’t even step up, be a man and take responsibility for what was also his fault. Which was probably why I didn’t feel the same way about him anymore, I had realised most of it was probably just lust, nothing more.
I let out a derisive snort of laughter at the woman’s joke about offing the arrogant idiot who had just tried to drug me, the event of which surprisingly had not shaken me up, not that I thought about it. Perhaps it had something to do with the warning beforehand, and how I handled it. I supposed if she had told me just before I was about to take the drink, then I would have been in shock. But I was strangely relaxed, not really worried about it. Of course, I had no idea that the woman who had helped me, was probably just as dangerous, if not more.
“Emma,” I answered after she introduced herself, a tad surprised about the contradiction between her name and her accent, but it didn’t make me suspicious, people named their children what they will. I accepted the glass that the bartender slid to me after Liberty had asked him to pass me the same as what she had, half expecting it to be vodka when I raised it to my lips to drink, though surprisingly, it was only water. Which, was preferable at the moment anyway.
“That’s good to know,” I answered, tones joking as I spoke, smiling at her.
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Muse Absolute - Thousand Foot Krutch
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Post by emmaleepearson on Dec 19, 2010 3:33:06 GMT -8
Hii...just so you know, I'm sorry, I've decided I don't want to use Emma on here anymore...just to avoid confusion as to why it's suddenly Charlie doing all the posting xD
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