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Post by brycecordell on Feb 28, 2011 4:57:04 GMT -8
  cos there's so many fine women that my head is spinning
and i've lost all feeling, i'm seeing double vision
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If there was one thing I enjoyed as much as meaningless sex (no, you really shouldn’t be surprised by me, this was my normal attitude. I would be the first to admit that I sleep around) it was exercising. I guess that had been one of the only things I had ever listened to my father about, not paying much attention to him at any other point in my life – one of the reasons why he and my mother had sent me to live with my aunt and uncle, Marissa and Robert Cordell, and their kids, my cousins, Lena and Charlie, in the hopes that it would straighten me out. Yeah, right, that hadn’t worked.
My whoring around had continued, even though I ended up spending more and more of my time with Lena and Charlie – I hadn’t thought either of them could do any wrong until Lena had met Diego and fallen pregnant accidentally with Jessie. But even then I didn’t view it as anything wrong, it was right, at the time. Charlie should have been a good influence, really, and he had been, a lot of the time (still, that hadn’t stopped me) and I know he still disapproves of my behaviour most of the time. Eh, he’ll get over it, and I wasn’t sure if I would really care if he didn’t. I’d live.
The one thing about jogging in summer was the weather. Obviously, being warmer, it made it slightly more difficult, even for someone as fit as I was. I had to be fit, my job revolved around telling other people how they could exercise to look good. So the usual long jogs I could take throughout fall and winter, and even spring, depending on how warm it got, were sometimes cut short because I ended up a sweaty, smelly mess, even when I tried not to. Today was no exception to that.
I slowed the steady pace I had held for about the last half an hour to a slower one once I hit a busier part of town, knowing that I would probably end up running into someone who wasn’t watching where they were going if I kept up the same pace. I was on my way home now, after I had done a lap around the residential streets, and the town park, and I was beginning to regret the small amount of sleep I had managed to get the previous night. My own fault really, I had been the one who had decided to stay out at the Hyde until the early hours of the morning.
My pace finally hit a walk at one street, then to a stop outside the Sugar Shack. Not a place I ventured often, I didn’t have the biggest sweet tooth. I eased myself down onto an empty chair and table set that was sitting outside the small bakery, uncapping my water bottle and taking a swig out of it, before leaning forward, elbows resting on my knees. Now I just had to figure out what I was going to do with the rest of my day, other than have a shower.
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Outfit Cominggg
Muse Spotlight - Mute Math
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Post by camdon on Mar 28, 2011 21:28:18 GMT -8
 "love hurts, whether it's right or wrong
i can't stop 'cause i'm having too much fun"--------------------------------------------------------Speeding down the street, the black haired girl ignored most almost all traffic laws on her drive. She was pissed. As usual, after a phone conversation with Jessi. He was, oh what was the word? A completely egotistical, moronic, pig-headed jackass. Yeah, so... Maybe she had been looking for more than just one word. Through her helmet, she spotted another car in her way. Speeding up, she whipped her beloved Kawasaki Ninja 650r around and, like a speeding silver bullet, she had passed the car and was going down the correct side of the street again.
Good grief. He was such an ass.
Her mind couldn't get off of what he had said to her. She needed to lighten up? His whiney voice was the only thing she could hear over the roar of her bike's engine as she accelerated. 'It was only prison. You got bailed out!' She was going to kill him. How could he be so insensitive? The way he talked to her now, you'd think they never dated at all when in reality, they had dated for four year. Four years wasted, anyway. He was such a pig!
Her black hair flew out behind her, threatening to come loose of the ponytail she had it in. On her right leg, she could feel the heat of the engine only centimeters from her dark wash, super-skinny jeans. Hopefully they wouldn't get a hole burned in them. Her leather jacket was too hot for the summer weather, but she was better safe than sorry on this thing. She didn't like the thought of her skin being ripped off if she fell. Not that she assumed she would. Just in case some idiot brushed her motorcycle or something. You know, bad drivers and all that.
You know who else was a bad driver?
Frikkin Jessi.
Not that she cared. Or... Maybe she did? Ah, screw it. No she didn't.
Pulling her bike to a smooth and practiced stop, the twenty year old kicked out the bike's stand and her hips tilted with it as it came to rest. She pulled off her helmet, adjusting her bright red Ray Ban sunglasses. She unzipped her leather biker jacket, but left it on. She didn't plan to stay long, so there was no point. Her high heels clicked as she approached the door on the sidewalk, and then entered. She frequented this place when she was stressed. Which usually was after she talked to Jessi. Not that it mattered or anything. She was so glad they were about as far over each other as they could get. Fighting hopefully meant he'd quit calling her, and they would just fade out of each others lives.
Ordering a black coffee, she fussed with her hair until she got it to look somewhat cute in a messy bun. Flipping her sunglasses on her head, she looked around for an empty seat while they filled her to-go cup. Looking at the clock on her necklace (yes, it actually worked as a legit clock), she shrugged her shoulders. She had time to rest before she continued her job hunt. Swiping the cup once it was placed in the pick-up line, she walked to the door again, not wanting to leave her bike outside where she couldn't see it. That thing was her only mode of transportation, and she treated it like a child. Her very own child.
She looked at all the outside tables, and all were full but one. She didn't know the guy, so it would be a tad awkward, but she didn't mind. She would not, under any circumstances, leave her bike out here by itself. Above anyone else, she knew all about the crime that went on so easily out here. Approaching the table, she put on a smile that turned a bit awkward. "Um... Hi there. Is this seat taken?" She motioned to the empty seat across from him. "I don't want to leave my bike where I can't see it." She offered an apologetic smile for interrupting... Whatever he had been thinking about. Hopefully he'd help her out and let her sit here. If not, she was going to have to sit on the curb or something, and that was unattractive.
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notes ;; yay awkward meetings !
words ;; 711 !
outfit ;; click!
bike ;; click!
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Post by brycecordell on Apr 1, 2011 20:14:35 GMT -8
i just wanna run, hide it away
run because they're chasing me down
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Bryce had to ring Alanie at some point as well. He had told her he would, but he had been busy. Contrary to popular belief...that is, Charlie’s and his aunt’s...he wasn’t trying to get in her pants. He actually wanted a friend. Although, he couldn’t say that it wouldn’t happen at some point. But every time he had gone to call her to organise something, he had gotten a call from one of his clients, or a new client, to schedule a training session. At least in the industry he was in, he could afford to be selective, and it wasn’t like he would be out of a job either, people were always looking for ways to make themselves look better. He, on the other hand, used it to keep healthy. But he wasn’t complaining, it was money in the bank, all the same.
Oh well, he would get to call her, eventually. Hopefully she just didn’t think he was blowing her off or ignoring her on purpose. He took another swig from his water bottle, his heart rate was almost back to normal now, but he wasn’t going to sit for too long, however, it wouldn’t do his joints and muscles any good to just stop after he had been running. Yes, he may seem irresponsible half the time, but at least he bothered to look after himself. There was just the part where he needed to learn how to look after other people too.
The general quietness surrounding the small bakery was interrupted by the sound of a motorbike engine, ridden by a slender figure that was easily recognisable as female, pulling up to a stop at the curb, near to where Bryce was sitting. He wasn’t entirely sure where to look first – the girl as she got off the bike, or the bike. He opted for the girl first, naturally, the bike could wait, and besides, he could check that out when she was out of sight. At least he had learnt how to subtly assess a woman without them noticing over the years, pretending to be more interested in his water bottle than her. He really couldn’t help himself, throw an attractive woman in front of him and he just had to look.
She walked past, disappearing into the interior of the bakery, so his attention turned to the bike. He’d had one himself, a while ago back, but he had sold it before he moved to Addison, not having to want to move both his bike and car there along with Arnie and all of his possessions. Maybe he would think about getting another one soon (not that he was aware that getting a new bike would be the least of his worries in the next few months). So he could at least appreciate the silver Ninja with some knowledge of the machine.
"Um...hi there. Is this seat taken?" his thoughts were interrupted by a female’s voice near him, and he looked up, finding the owner of the bike standing near him, indicating towards the seat opposite him.
“No, it’s free, I don’t mind,” Bryce answered, returning her apologetic smile with his usual slight smirk, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t one to feel awkward around strangers, confidence seemed to ooze from every pore in his body, actually, he seemed to thrive off human interaction. Which, well, didn’t help his habits, really.
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