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Post by mckennanorth on Nov 27, 2010 18:42:02 GMT -8
Mckenna Lynn North You're original, cannot be replaced
Mckenna walked down the alley to The Basement, the hottest club in Addison. On the corner, Mckenna saw two women dressed in raunchy cheap clothing. As she grew closer she could see that they where older, maybe in their late thirties? One was a platinum blond, the other had firecracker red hair. Their hair was poor attempts at beautiful and natural; fried due to massive amounts of color treatments. Their faces had massive amounts of foundation and eye makeup, their lips bore blood red lipstick. As she went past them, the overpowering smell of perfume made her gag. The prostitutes glared at her as she passed by, one of them snickered; bitch! Mackenna could feel her face feel hot. She moved in line to get into the club. She hadn't lived in Addison for very long and she had no friends. Usually, she wasn't one for the club but it seems that this was where everyone was.
She tried not to make any eye contact with anyone, this place made her claustrophobic. Her eyes wandered across the street, stopping at the sight of a man in the shadows. It wasn't unusual for people to be out at night, alone but she had the uneasy feeling that he was looking straight at her. She moved her gaze back towards the door so she could get inside the club.. and away from the sight of the creeper.
As she stepped in the door, Mike posner's voice blasted from the speakers up front to "Cooler than Me". Mckenna moved to the lounge area to sit down and get her bearings. A cocktail waitress approached her and asked her what she would like. Can i get a Cherry coke please?. The song changed, then another song came.. then another. Soon she had the feeling she was never getting her drink. She got up from her chair to walk towards the bar when something caught her eye at the dark corner nearest to her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the man from the alley looking at her. She could see him more clearly now, he had close cropped black hair.. and he was tall and muscular with tattoo sleeves. As soon as she looked at him, he went back to fiddling with his drink but she knew he was watching her out of the corner of his eye. Was he following her?
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Post by pennbarclay on Nov 27, 2010 19:41:24 GMT -8
( Drop the ball, watch it fall far below ) The Basement wasn’t really my choice of where I would normally go on a night out, but one look inside Molly’s, and I had left straight away. A bar fight had erupted, and there was no way I was going in there. I could look after myself, but I just wasn’t in the mood to be taking any crap from anyone tonight. I was probably brooding a little more than usual, and I just wanted a drink or two, then to go home and get some sleep. So, the nightclub had been my next choice. Hands stuffed in the pockets of my jeans, I headed that way, I was walking tonight, no car, or motorbike. I didn’t usually drive if I was going to drink.
I ignored a call I got from a pair of women standing near the front doors, dressed untastefully, and obviously they had been drinking a fair bit already, I was let in quickly, the bouncer, I knew, I had fixed his bike a few times. I guess that was a bonus about being a mechanic, besides getting to work on something I loved all day – people tended to leave you alone if you were the one who made sure their car was roadworthy. I walked in, weaving my way through the crowd, silent as always, heading towards the bar area.
A blonde haired woman did happen to catch my eye, she looked nervous, and out of habit, I followed her gaze, landing on a man sitting at one of the dimly lit tables over near the back corner. I moved out of the edge of the crowd of dancing bodies, to the bar, taking a seat and ordering a glass of whiskey. It was probably all I was going to drink tonight, if I even decided to drink it. I just had the feeling something was going to happen, that sort of...uneasy feeling that sat in the pit of your stomach when you had those sort of thoughts. And I usually trusted that instinct, because from experience, it was usually right.
Tagged Mckenna Words 346 Outfit Click Muse Sex On The Radio - Good Charlotte Notes Wasn't sure where you wanted this to goo, so I left it open for the guy to approach her and Penn will step in, or she could go talk to him and stuff. Whatever floats your boat xD
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Post by mckennanorth on Nov 27, 2010 19:53:14 GMT -8
Mckenna Lynn North You're original, cannot be replaced
Mckenna edged away from the strange man and move towards the bar. She settled herself into an empty seat next to a dark haired gentleman sipping whiskey. She didn't usually drink, but she ordered herself a martini. She glanced over towards were she saw the strange man, he had disappeared. Still on edge, she glanced around the room. No sign of the stranger. She turned to look at her neighbor and smiled nervously at him, hoping he was friendly. He was handsome, with black hair and a strong jaw. His eyes were the dark and brooding, Mckenna couldn't tell if they where friendly.
She sipped her martini, she would feel the fire of the alcohol burn her throat all the way down do her stomach. She licked the salt from her lips, the salt stung an unseen sore on her lip. She gazed around the pub one more time for good measure, the man was definitely gone. She let out a sigh of relief and relaxed.
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Post by pennbarclay on Dec 3, 2010 21:08:07 GMT -8
( Drop the ball, watch it fall far below ) I felt the presence of someone else sliding into the previously empty seat beside me. A quick glance to the side told me it was the blonde haired woman I had spotted only moments before. She still looked uneasy, and I turned my head a fraction, looking back to where the man had been sitting in the corner before. He had disappeared, to where, I didn’t know, maybe he had decided it wasn’t worth it, or maybe taking a seat next to me had deterred him from whatever plan he had.
I turned my head back, taking a mouthful of whiskey, deciding that I was, in fact, going to consume the drink I had just paid for before I left that night. I caught sight of the woman out of the corner of my eye again, and she gave me a nervous smile. Now, I wasn’t one for smiling...probably perhaps due to the fact that I didn’t really have anything to smile about...but I did managed to force a tiny one back at her, even I wasn’t that bad. She was nervous, and I didn’t have any intention of making it worse.
Tagged Mckenna Words 192 Outfit Click Muse Emergency - Paramore Notes Merh. That sucked.
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Post by mckennanorth on Dec 5, 2010 6:13:48 GMT -8
Mckenna Lynn North You're original, cannot be replaced
When the man smiled back, it was small and barely played across his lips. So mysterious, he seemed she thought to herself. She noticed that he gave a barely glance around the pub as well, apparently he had too noticed the strange man. She didn't say anything, somewhat relieved that someone else had seen the stranger stalking her. She took another sip of her drink, then another. She could feel her stomach grow warm, and with each sip she took it grew hotter and it began to spread throughout her body.
She looked back to the stranger, unsure if she should try to make a conversation. This was a bar.. people talk in a bar right? she thought to herself. She took in a deep drag of air and turned slightly toward the stranger. The warmth of the alcohol relaxed her, and she started to unwind a little. Hey.... She wasn't sure what else to say, he was a stranger to her and for all she knew he could be just like the creeper. She felt a different vibe coming off of the mysterious guy, she felt that he wasn't bad.
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Post by pennbarclay on Dec 18, 2010 17:18:28 GMT -8
( Drop the ball, watch it fall far below ) I knew I probably didn’t seem too...friendly. It wasn’t like I aimed to come across that way. I just had little to no social skills, I hadn’t been brought up in an environment where there was a lot of human to human interaction. I suppose, when my mother had been alive, things had been different, but she had died when I was young, so I didn’t remember her too much, and at twenty six years old now, it was a long time ago. And, even before that happened, I don’t think my father was the most social creature on the planet...in fact, I half wondered sometimes how he had even manage to get himself married in the first place. Unless, he hadn’t been like that before, maybe it was my mother’s death that had broken him. I guessed I would never know, and I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to. I wasn’t going to pry, on the rare occasions I saw my father these days, it was hard enough to speak to him as it was, unless it was about horses.
I wasn’t expecting her to say anything else to me. But, after a few minutes, just as I had lifted my glass to take another mouthful of drink, I heard her speak. Swallowing the liquid, I turned my head slightly to look in her direction. “Hey,” I returned her greeting, as usual, not sure what I should say afterwards.
Tagged Mckenna Words 241 Outfit Click Muse Fight For All The Wrong Reasons - Nickelback Notes *hums*
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