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Post by E͇m̺i̖͘ on Mar 31, 2010 0:03:23 GMT -5
A feeling (woo-hoo)~~!
That tonight's gonna be a good night~!
That tonight's gonna be a good night~!
That tonight's gonna be a good good night~!
I feel~~!The sun began to set against the sea line and from where Emil was seated... Life didn't get much better than this. His parents had been out of town on business (BIG SURPRISE.) and left Emil on his own yet again. Though, tonight was going to be a good night. His foster family had recently moved into a beach house along the coast of the Imperial Beach, not even a half-hour drive from central area of San Diego. The house was absolutely stunning, both inside and out. McMansion of the Apostol Family. Emil could definitely get used to this kind of lifestyle. His thoughts wandered as he sat back in the torso-deep water, seating up on one of the pool's steps. Oh yeah, that's right, they had a pool even being only a couple hundred feet away from the ocean. Emil was in the back of the house, of course. The McMansion was composed of two stories, including a basement, with a large outdoor area in the back of the house. The second story of the house was more bedrooms than anything really, one master bedroom, one guest bedroom, and luxury bathroom (Jacuzzi, the works). The back part of the second floor held up a balcony, where one could sit out and watch from above. The first floor of the house was basic modern beach house format. Large living room quarters, big kitchen space, dining room, and etcetc. The "backyard" of the house was fenced in by a low wall. It contained a pretty large pool, patio settings and an staircase entrance that led down to the beach. But the best part of living in this place? Emil had no neighbors. They were only seen during the summer, at least. These types of houses really only used as vacation spots. So, yeah. Enough of the descriptions. It was time to start getting ready. The tall Romanian boy, laid his head back against the concrete of the pool surface, watching the sun set in the far distance. The pool water was relatively warm, as the weather had treated them well lately, his body beginning to numb out. But he could not relax just yet. There was preparations to be made. Tonight's the night (night)
Let's live it up
I got my money
Let's spend it all
Go out and smash it
Like "oh my God"
Jump off that sofa
Let's get get off
I know that we'll have a ball
If we get down
And go out
And just loose it all[Roughly 45 Minutes Later...]Things had come together nicely... Food had been placed rather neatly around certain areas of the house. The same with the brews, of course. You gotta treat the beer aspect of a party with respect, ya know? After about twenty minutes of hauling heavy objects, it seemed like all his DJ equipment had been placed in that right area a little bit away from the pool, center of the patio. This place was stocked, now it would all depend on who showed up from #774. The invitations had been sent out via mass school email and chatroom messages. Shit, he hadn't had a good party in ages. These kids better know how to handle it. Emil paced for a little while, hoping that things would kick off soon. Programming a random playlist for the DJ stand, it began to play... Some random party single by the Black Eyed Peas. Go figure. Seeing as his house was stocked with straight brew, he headed for the nearest cooler and pulled himself a cold bottle of Rolling Rock. Popping the cap with one of the nearby openers, he already started to pound back. Get, get, get, get, get, get with us
You know what we say, say
Party every day
Pa-pa-pa-party every day
And I'm feeling (woo-hoo)
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good good night
A feeling (woo-hoo)
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good good night
Woo-hooNow all he had to do was wait for the doorbell to ring. No neighbors, loud music, lotsa' brew, lotsa' girls (hopefully)... How could a party this intense go wrong? "Hope I don't find out."
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Post by Reira on Mar 31, 2010 0:46:31 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry, accidentally posted, will add more) Did someone say party? Well, you know how things worked in highschool. If news about a party spreads, it spreads - like wildfire. Reira, although new to the school, had already gotten a few people's numbers and such so she was bombarded with text messages and instant messages about a party that was going on tonight. Although she didn't really know anyone she might as well go and meet some people, maybe she'll see some familiar faces, at least she hoped she would. Either way, the whole day she was feeling a fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach. Perhaps she was nervous, or maybe she was just excited, but it was probably both. Reira contemplated on inviting Kale, but she wondered how that might sound. It was best not to worry, it was just a party afterall, no hidden meaning or anything. It's best to have someone you know there, you'll never know when you need a wingman. So she sent a quick text to him hoping that he'll come. When school ended, she had rushed home to prepare. She wasn't sure about what to wear or what to expect, but she knew if she looked good, it wouldn't matter. Reira curled her thick brown locks and pinned it into a half-up with a crown bump. She fiddled with make-up and worked her magic, afterall she was a professional make-up and hair stylist. It was her job! To top things off, she wore a magenta strapless dress with an empire waist where it cut off an inch above the mid thigh. She matched it with her trademark leather jacket and clutch. The final product would look like so. She'd borrow the family car, seeing as her mom was at home tonight, and she'd drive to the place, parking a little ways from the place, just in case. After all there are going to be rowdy teenagers and she did not want to waste anymore money on fixing broken windows or scratched bumpers. Her black gladiator cage heels clicked along the pavement as she walked toward her destination. When she got to the grand doors, she rung the doorbell, her perfectly french manicured nails grazed the bell, and she awaited an answer. Let's just hope she didn't get the wrong place or the wrong time and that it wasn't just some sort of prank. Reira would not want to get caught up in some crazy guy's house. |
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Post by Kale Armitage on Mar 31, 2010 1:20:14 GMT -5
Kale's hand would rub at his face as those chocolate hues stared down at the text message he had received. He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to do. Reira had seemed like a nice girl and he was almost afraid to even let her near him. He kind of felt like he was too bad a person to be around here. Of course he wasn't so sure she was as perfect as she seemed. He kicked the idea around in his head for a little bit before he finally made the decision that he would attend. His fingers would work to send the girl a text back before he got ready. After he sent his text, the youth would pick himself up from the couch he was resting on and move to the bathroom to take a shower. Kale certainly wasn't one of the guys that sat there grooming himself for ten minutes after he got out of the shower. He had always been quick about it. Get in, wash and get out. It was pretty simple. Tonight the only difference would be that he would shave completely for the first time in a week or so. It was only because his facial hair had started to itch, but it wouldn't help to look a little better for the ladies, right? Soon enough Kale would pick out some clothes and throw them on. A simple black jacket with a couple pockets in the front and a black embroided lightning bolt near his left shoulder. A simple black and red striped shirt would be worn underneath it, and a pair of slightly baggy black jeans. Nothing special, but at least he wasn't going with just a wife-beater. The white trashy look didn't always do the trick. Sometimes you just had to dress up a little bit. It wouldn't be too long before Kale's uncle dropped him off a short distance from the place. A small sigh would escape his lips as he pushed onward and toward the house which the part was being thrown in. And as he approached, those chocolate orbs just happened to catch Reira knocking on the door. He would soon find himself walking toward her and the front door, his voice calling out as he approached. "Heey. Thanks for the invite.. Wouldn't have known otherwise." |
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Post by E͇m̺i̖͘ on Mar 31, 2010 1:46:53 GMT -5
Emil had been sitting out by the patio, looking out on the ocean waves, as he heard the doorbell ring. He lifted himself up from his leaning position on the glass wall, a long yawn following afterward. His attire was nothing out of the ordinary, just one of the outfits he hadn't worn in awhile. Emil walked through the door from the patio into the kitchen, making his way through hallway and down toward the front door. With a quick tug and turn of the door knob, he opened the wooden door. His eyes fell on an interesting sight, to say the least. A pretty cute girl and a companion... The companion being that punk, Kale. He had recently had a bit of run in with this guy, but decided that tonight probably wouldn't be the best to continue. Emil wasn't the type of person to bear grudges. That stuff was a little too petty for him. There was a short pause between opening the door and the sudden stare down. So Emil did what he did best. Taking a pretty big swig of his Rolling Rock, he'd wave to the two in front of him and point to the patio which was visible down the hallway and through the kitchen. "What's good? Name's Emil. Just call me, Mel." His introduction was more aimed to the girl then to Kale, seeing as they had already met. Moving out of the doorway, he'd signal for them to walk in, speaking up in the process. "There's a bunch of coolers all over the house; beer is in there. Pool and patio are in the back. That's probably where everyone will wind up anyway." Emil would allow them to pass. This whole doorbell business was going to be a real bitch... Hopefully if enough people showed up, he could stick some poor sap with the job of opening every two seconds for the guests. |
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Post by elena on Mar 31, 2010 11:24:22 GMT -5
--- As a side not she also didn't bring a jacket, a bag or even her cell phone. Yeah no one was getting in contact with her tonight. Another possible bad point.[/color][/ul][/font] |
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Post by E͇m̺i̖͘ on Mar 31, 2010 23:50:52 GMT -5
His emerald eyes would fall on the next guest to arrive, coming up shortly after the other two. A definite cutie. Emil was starting to like this early turn out of events. The examination of her body was quick and effortless, a quirky smile curling up his lips as she spoke up to him. "So you're the one that's recently moved into this fine establishment.. Very nice.. I'm hope your party doesn't disappoint.." There was a quick nod as to answer her, pursing lips to form words and speak up to beautiful girl in front of him. They way she spoke, there was a definite way she carried herself... Nothing he hadn't seen before, though. "Mhm... Emil, Emil Ankari. Just call me, Mel, though." A quick pause, more to follow. "And don't worry... It won't." He would invite the three of his guests in without hesitation, a gesture pressuring them inside. Gripping the cold beer in his hand, his took another long swig from it. There was no better feeling than just relaxing, being around some good people, and sippin' on some fuckin' Rolling Rock... ya diggggg? Though, he was a little upset as he was more inclined to go for a beer like Carlsberg to begin the night. Now, that was a good fuckin' brew. Leading them inside and through the kitchen, he'd have his guests walk out on the patio. Milly had by this point finished his first beer of the night and went to grab a few more from the cooler nearest to some of the beach chairs lined along the pool edge. Popping open the cooler, he grab at four beers in a typical bartender choke technique. Planting the three brews for his guest on one of the two patio tables, he went about opening his own and began with a quick swig. "It's relatively early... Hopefully, some of your other #774 class-mates don't bitch outta this one." A sarcastic tone definitely attached to that comment, his eyes scanning his obviously awkward guests. Rolling his eyes, he decided to speak up again. "For fuck's sake. Get comfortable. Some quiet time is always nice before a huge party gets started don't ya think? Grab a seat... Shit." Shaking his head, he'd wonder if these kids knew what a real party was like. New York certainly did, it was time to size up San Diego. Propping himself up over the glass wall surrounding the patio and pool, he would sit and face his guests still taking quiet swigs of his brew. The music started up again, some bullshit-obviously-European trance track... Didn't really matter, though. Right now, he was focused on getting to know these people a little better. Taking another small sip, he'd call out to the guests and wait for a reply. "Well... Welcome to mein humble abode. The hard shit will be cracked open a little later, so don't worry about that... Soooo.... Alright, screw it, let's get with the names, people." He'd implore for some basic form of introduction, Mel zoning in on his guests. |
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Post by Reira on Apr 1, 2010 0:09:06 GMT -5
(OOC: Guess we'll have fun, and let people gradually join in!?)
"Heey. Thanks for the invite.. Wouldn't have known otherwise."
Before the party host opened the door, she heard a familiar voice greet her from behind. It must be Kale, she had forgotten that he had text-ed her earlier about getting ready first. She didn't expect him to get here so fast. A warm feeling encircled her body as she felt a sensation of comfort and relaxation. It was good to have someone you know by you, especially when you get a little nervous and anxious. Reira haven't known Kale for too long but she felt comfortable enough around him to feel more confident when going to some kind of social party. After all, she appeared confident, but she always needed someone to back her up in order for her to truly feel at ease.She let out a sigh of relief before she turned around to greet Kale with a bright smile.
"Looking good stranger, I'm so glad you came!" Reira'd say before she quickly gave him a friendly hug.
A second later, the door creaked open and Reira gave the host a small smile. He stared at the two for a split second before waving them in. It was almost as if he was hesitant, or surprised to see them. But then, Reira didn't know him so it was probably not the latter possibility.
"What's good? Name's Emil. Just call me, Mel."
"Well then, Mel, thanks for hosting this party, I mean, if you need extra help cleaning up or anything, I'm more than willing to...I'm Reira by the way, nice to meet you."
They were led into the abode but before entering she stole a quick glance at Kale for some kind reassurance.
"There's a bunch of coolers all over the house; beer is in there. Pool and patio are in the back. That's probably where everyone will wind up anyway."
Pool? Beer? Multiple coolers? Awesome interior decor? Damn, this guy has a nice place. And double damn, cause Reira didn't bring a bikini! No one told her there was a pool. And when there's a pool, there's usually a hot tub dammit! Either way, she was sure it was going to be fine pool or not, if anything her feet can go in.
"Damn..." Reira'd murmur, "nice place..."
But before they left to go towards the patio and the pool and what not another voice came up from behind them. Reira turned to face a gorgeous girl who looked like a darn Victoria Secret model. Then again she probably was with that figure and flowing charisma.
"So you're the one that's recently moved into this fine establishment.. Very nice.. I hope your party doesn't disappoint.."
"I'm sure it won't with us here," Reira would say suggesting that the people here so far aren't so bad. "And who might you be?"
Reira wasn't intimidated, no, not really. The girl, no the woman was gorgeous but Reira was confident in herself as well. She was perfectly happy with how she looks. Reira might not be some Victoria Secret model but she was sure to be worthy to be some kind of covergirl- or so she thought.
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Post by Kale Armitage on Apr 1, 2010 1:02:27 GMT -5
Looking good stranger, I'm so glad you came!
"I didn't really have anything better to do.. I needed to get out of the apartment anyways."
Kale would give her a nod as he caught her wide smile, wandering closer toward the female before he heard the door open a short distance from him and none other then Emil's large ass could be seen poking his head outside. Kale's head would shake slightly but soon settle back to normal as he glanced back toward Reira. Kale had already had one run in with Emil, he just hoped this party wouldn't end up turning out like shit and a fight breaking out. Who knew when Kale and alcohol were distributed evenly throughout the party.
For now Kale would stand by silently. He really didn't feel like talking to Emil right now, he didn't think he had gotten his name before. And if he didn't know it yet, he would just have to overhear it from someone else because Kale sure as shit wasn't going to tell him. Even if he didn't make any kind of comment about what happened the other day and seemed to have his 'nice' face on.
There's a bunch of coolers all over the house; beer is in there. Pool and patio are in the back. That's probably where everyone will wind up anyway.
Kale wasn't always the most talkative person, especially in large groups. So instead of saying anything he would simply let Reira do all the talking, his ears listening every time she mentioned something. Kale's brown hues scanning the place as they stepped inside, his hands deep in his pockets. It wasn't too long either before another knock would come, and in would walk Elena. Now things were going to get a little awkward for Kale. But it wasn't like he was going out with either of these girls, so it wasn't a big deal.. right?
"Hey Elena.."
Kale would speak, staring toward the male before he'd give her a nod and his eyes would take a glance toward Reira. He wasn't sure whether or not she would think anything of it, seeing as he had never really seen her react around other girls. But it was only a greeting, there wasn't else much behind it. Kale was sure he would get his chance to mingle with her soon enough.
Emil would begin to lead them through the house and toward the patio, this large junior's eyes settling upon the pool. He couldn't remember the last time he had gone swimming. He didn't actually bring swim trunks though.. So if he wanted to swim he would have to wait until he was shit-faced and then improvise.
This brown haired youth wouldn't wait too long before he'd snatch up two of the bottles of beer, offering the one in his right hand toward Reira. His attention would soon shift toward Emil once more though as he spoke out. Kale couldn't help but crack a small smirk, and blurt out something after he took the first sip of his beer.
It's relatively early... Hopefully, some of your other #774 class-mates don't bitch outta this one.
"Wouldn't be surprised at all if they did.. Most of 'em don't have any balls."
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Post by Cain on Apr 1, 2010 1:06:09 GMT -5
A party, huh? Cain let out a soft smirk as he sat upon the backseat of the taxi, leaning back softly against the seat as he looked out the window, with Zen beside him. Yeah, he knew about the party. Who didn't? Some new rich kid was hosting a party, and apparently, it was by the beach. As spoilt as some would see the man to be, Cain thought the man to be quite clever. Nothing plants a better first impression on their schoolmates than a great party to remember him by. And plus, it was by the beach too. Even if you hated this guy, the thought of a party by the beach never failed to attract the teenagers of Public Highschool #774. Cain was one of those teenagers. Cain's appearance? Well, to say the least, it was the epitome of plain. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a faded design of a full moon on the front and a black hoodie jacket over that. A pair of blue Levi's denim jeans made up the lower half of his attire, and finally, that pair of black Nike Dunk sneakers. Mostly black, plain, simple, yet charming enough, Cain figured. He was here to have fun, after all, not to get laid. Zen would kill him if he did that. Yeah. He brought not his studded gloves nor his badge, for on this night, he was just a party-goer. Just for this night, he was not the School Captain. It wasn't long before he reached the venue, the Junior allowing himself to marvel at the scenery past the alleys in between the houses. The beaches and the sea. Beautiful, really. Cain smiled, before paying up the taxi fare, proceeding then to leave the vehicle with Zen in hand and let it drive off, his emerald hues focusing its attention now upon the house in question. So this was the place, huh? He let out a whistle of amazement. The guy really was rich. He chuckled, before taking a few steps forward, wondering if the party had already started, or if he was the first one here. It seemed a tad bit too quiet, after all, other than the muffled sound of Black Eyed Peas' music. He raised his right hand then, allowing a cough or two to escaped his lips, standing there quite casually indeed as he allowed himself to have a look around once more. Zen stayed by his side. Despite being pregnant, the development had really yet to show, her stomach only being slightly bigger than it was before. It had only been just a few short months, after all. Passing her a soft smile and a soft kiss on the cheek, he finally turned back towards the door, before finally letting his hand jerked forward twice. *Knock, knock.*Hopefully... He was in the right house. |
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Post by Zen on Apr 1, 2010 1:21:28 GMT -5
Zen was still not sure about this whole thing. She could feel the nerves bubbling in her stomach giving her that very uneasy and somewhat queezy feeling. But then again, that could just be the whole being pregnant thing.
Despite the fact that she herself was hormonally unstable and convinced she was fat, Cain had convinced her to go. He was school captain after all but sometimes people took that as he was always too serious. This was his way of showing them different she suspected. Not to mention he had been working so much around the school that he needed time to relax, and not just with her, because yeah, she was just boring....Agian just a hormonal mind at work.
As they neared the house, her first thought was if her brother would be there....a little tremble set to run through her before she felt that reassuring kiss upon her cheek, causing her to smile weakly toward him.
Tonight she had chosen to wear a pair of jeans, that she had just bought to make up for the expanding waist line and a baby doll top, that helped to keep the slightly obvious "baby bump" from sight.
Not that half the school did not know already, she just did not want people looking at her they way they had been doing in school. She was not in the mood to be crying in some rich kids bathroom or anything tonight. She just wanted to get through this and go home. But she was here to stand by Cain, her self proclaimed duty now that she carried his child within her.
Family.
Something neither of them knew much about but were slowly learning to build on their own....As he knocked her grip on his hand tightened, her little form lifting up on tip toes as she spoke softlya against his ear...
"Promise you won't leave me alone in here?"
She did not want to burden him but she had not been in a social setting like this since the night she had first met Cain and well, they both knew how that had turned out. Though a great amount of good had occurred, the events leading to such had been enough to scare her into not wanting to do such again.
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Post by E͇m̺i̖͘ on Apr 1, 2010 1:47:59 GMT -5
*KNOCK KNOCK, FUCK YOU, ANSWER THE DOOR, KNOCK KNOCK!!*
Whoa. Why the fuck that simple knocking at the door was translated like that in Emil's head was beyond him. Maybe it was sheer irritation of having to run to the door every time someone approached? Meh, he didn't care much for it and departed from his seat on the wooden banister over the glass wall. His eyes would float to his guests already seated by the patio and would gesture his return.
"Ehhh... Just a sec."
Departing through the patio doors and into the kitchen, he'd make a quick pit stop at the island in the kitchen. Conveniently enough, there seemed to already be a note from his parents and a marker next to it. The note was some nonsense of behaving and trying not to break-BLAH BLAH BLAH. Flipping the paper over, he'd grab the marker and write something in clear, bold letters. Finishing his side mission (OMFG +45 EXP?!?! LIEK NO WAI.) in the kitchen, he'd slide the large note into the cave of his palm and walk towards the front door.
Grasp,pull, twist, open and out came the... uhhh... weasel?
Definitely not a weasel, but a couple. The boy looked relatively familiar, the girl? Not so much. Didn't really matter though as tonight was all about making connections and having as much as a good time as possible. Though, Mel realized quickly that he had to make a small introduction, of sorts. This shit was starting to get tedious.
"The name's Mel. Walk down the hallway, through the kitchen, and on to the patio, please. Beers in cooler. No more explanations. Move, move, move."
Motioning for them to step inside, he'd jam the note on the crevice of the outside handle. That would definitely help the whole entrance problem as of right now. Closing the door behind him, he'd walk back to the patio.
Striding down the hallway and back through the kitchen, he'd walk out to the patio and to his original spot on the banister, overlooking the ocean. The view was beautiful wherever you were on the deck patio, honestly. You could see for a good few miles down the beach, ocean waves colliding with the shore to make excellent atmosphere, and not to mention the night sky. The sun had set rather early this evening, darkness enveloping their little part of the world, tiny dots of white and gold splattered across it's dark canvas. Emil would shiver, the cold breeze practically running through him. Dropping his attention back down to his guests and not the stars, he'd take a quick sip of his brew. Kale had spoken up and Emil intended on answering it. Not sarcastically, of course... But honestly.
"Well, looks like they'll be missin' out, ne?"
Quirking his brow, he'd motion for the two new guests to get comfortable. Mel was totally not looking for hostility tonight. No fighting, nothing... Straight up mingling, ya hurrrrrd?
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Post by Donovan Green on Apr 1, 2010 2:28:00 GMT -5
Donavan was registering at the school when he heard news of a party. Normally he would have passed up the offer due to the fact he was looking for his older sister not here to party. Then that small part of him wanted to participate in something of the nature. After all he was going to be living here and was going to need friends in the long run. It was always difficult making friends mostly because he needed to get used to the new country. He had been in Alaska that's when he had last seen Alexis, but of course after Alaska he had headed back home to Australia to get Olivia. Now he was here and trying to settle in...so why not? --Later that night-- He drove in with his shitty car and parked where ever there had been a spot. He was wearing something not as flashy as usual to try and make a good impression, but of course he came out to the party in something a little more glamorous than what most guys wear. Though he would simply shrug it off due to the fact some girl's thought his style was attractive... Yeah he has been confused as gay before, but there has been times where he had been pegged as a homosexual by a girl, but later he was able to get into her pants. As he approached the door he was about to knock only to have a teenaged boy slam the door open. He was quite inebriated and had his around a girl's waste. Donni looked down to his watch and thought it quite early to be that drunk. The boy left the door open and Donavan just decided to invite himself in considering the sign would allow it. He was carrying two cases of beer in each hand. They held 24 in each case and he was hoping that bringing some alcohol would attract some people over to him. Was he going to get used? Most definitely. He was just hoping that in the midst of someone talking to him to get to his beer they actually might enjoy being around him. He walked to the back, finding his way around the place to the patio where there had been a few people. He set down the two cases and waved in the direction of a few people. Donavan would then open a case and pull out a can for himself and lean against the railing of the patio. His paled green eyes of course automatically began to search out the attractive women at the place. (OOC: I'm gonna post as Chantel after someone posts after this...So it won't be so much as a sausage fest XD) |
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Post by Cain on Apr 1, 2010 4:17:27 GMT -5
"Promise you won't leave me alone in here?"
Cain turned back to her. Well, Cain knew that he could easily promise that, and he would. However, he knew that sticking to her only throughout the whole party won't be such a good idea. One reason why Cain actually decided to bring her to this party, despite her situation, was to get her to make some friends, at least. Someone else that she could turn to, for Cain was starting to realise that no matter how hard he tried, he could never be there for her all the time. True, he was her boyfriend, but he would still need help watching over her, just as the School Captain needed pillars. Hopefully this party could get her to make a couple of friends.
"Promise, but you know, you could try to make some friends here. Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you. I'll be there."
At that moment, the door opened, and Cain found himself looking at a guy right about his age, who Cain guessed to be the host of this party and house. Cain gave him a hospital smile, even as the man started to talk and rush them in.
"The name's Mel. Walk down the hallway, through the kitchen, and on to the patio, please. Beers in cooler. No more explanations. Move, move, move."
Cain chuckled, moving in quickly, almost dragging Zen along. Then, as he was passing him, the School Captain would make the quick introductions too. "I'm Cain, and this is Zen." Yeah, simple and sweet. Cain would follow the instructions given then, though he allowed his eyes to gaze around the interior of the house as he moved. This place was awesome. This guy really had good taste in living. Cain reached the patio soon enough, and he allowed his eyes to glance around to see the people present.
Kale, a man that Cain had fought against and alongside with. Despite his personality, Kale had earned enough of Cain's respect, as the Junior passed him a smile and a nod of his head. The others present were Reira, a girl that Cain had met at the cafeteria when some kids decided to turn it into a sort of dance club. Yeah, his presence kinda ruined that party. Hopefully the same would not happen here. And the other was Elena, a girl Cain remembered to have met at the pier, when she was dressed in an equally-elegant but more modest dress that time. He raised his hand, waving to all three of them.
"Hey, Kale, Reira, Elena. I guess I'm not the first one here, huh? Haha."
Cain would lead Zen then to the nearest seat, before gesturing for her to sit down, the boy himself staying standing as Mel came in then, following up after him. With his words, and the number of people present here, Cain could only guess what they were talking about. He chuckled in agreement. With the setting of the party, Cain could already guess that it was going to be a great night indeed. Another person followed after Mel, though, this one dressed quite flashy indeed, something that Cain never could achieve.
And he brought along beer too. Cain smiled. Yup, this had all the makings of a wonderful night indeed.
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Post by chantel on Apr 1, 2010 5:47:02 GMT -5
Another party. This time Chantel's goal wasn't to find Mischa. Why? Because she didn't need to. Her plans were already thought out and all she had to do was get her brother to do the dirty work. Now she was here to make "friends." She had her driver bring her to the party and she looked at the house. Small... but it will have to do. Chantel dressed up in something casual, not really sure how everyone would be dressed. She tried her best to level herself down to the people she thought were below her, but still she put on everything that was made from a famous designer... she just didn't own anything else. <<Je ne crois pas que je veuille être ici. Conduisez-moi à la maison quand je vous donne un appel.>>Nope...she could already tell she didn't like this idea of a party. She walked to the door to see the sign and she sighed when she opened the door. The house was empty due to the location of the party being held outside. Her eyes glanced across the living space as she headed to the back. Now time for the charade. Once outside Chantel had a large smile on her face and she waved at anybody who would give her recognition. She saw a boy with an odd fashion sense near some beer. Instantly she just went to that, grabbed one then took a seat closer to the other people. That guy clearly was an outcast and she didn't want to ruin her chance at building a good reputation by conversing with the fellow. "Bonjour. My name is Chantel." she would introduce herself casually. There were quite a few boys here, still something to get used to since being at an all girl's boarding school. |
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Allen Daughtry
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Post by Allen Daughtry on Apr 1, 2010 15:30:28 GMT -5
'I feel like a sick old wolf crawling around a bunch of fat, lazy sheep...'
In the last two years, Allen had lived through a handful of masks: homeless youngster, upstart greaseman, reputable thief, wealthy entrepreneur... and an assortment of other roles. He had traveled from the ghettos of Philadelphia to the tallest residential towers of New York City, lived among biker gangs and worked for the nation's wealthiest - stolen from them too. He had become just as comfortable driving Audis as he was walking on his own two feet. So it would come as no surprise that as he drove through the streets of San Diego's wealthiest in his run down, beat up old Ford Falcon, he found himself just as intimidated by the grandeur of the homes as the peeling paintjob on his trunk.
He had spent the last three hours scouting out the residential neighborhoods of North Island, crossing out details on the Coronado Cays with photos of particular homes and pencil-sketched maps of the roads and underground sewer lines. He still had a great deal of land to cover on the island alone - the rest of Coronado for starters - but he had grown tired of the aches from sitting in the same position for so long and had chosen to call an end to his reconnaissance. He turned southbound on I-75 and followed the traffic back into Imperial Beach - the southernmost portion of the San Diego metropolis.
Turning off of the interstate and following the roads towards the beach, Allen kept his eyes keen behind polarized sunglasses as he searched for a place to stop and eat. As the surf came into view, Allen found himself a nice little burger joint and ordered dinner on the go, continuing along as his Falcon quietly protested the constant red light stops. He drove vicariously - his one arm twisting the steering wheel without much thought as he focused his attention on the meal in his other hand, rolled in a cheap plastic wrap and tugged back for his bites. It was a deliciously greasy, dry meal, and it sated him for a time.
Eventually, Allen found himself along a street that was in line with the beach houses of the neighborhood, and he allowed himself to gaze and appreciate their articulate - if ridiculously expensive - architecture, brimming with glass walls and large, open rooms, pools beside the beaches and large porch balconies. Though he was tempted to imagine himself slipping into one or another for the thieving deeds, he knew from common logic and a poor experience that stealing from such homes never ended well: they were too damned open to light, leaving little place to hide. There were ways to stay hidden if necessary, but they were certainly not worth the stress of your average break in.
Still, what caught Daughtry's eye was a house brimming with life - clearly a party. Parking on the side of the road and watching as new arrivals passed through the door without a chauffeur to meet them, the thief found himself grinning at the opportunity - certainly seemed like an open bar, so why not let in someone of the appropriate age?
Planting his digital camera in the glove box and crunching the left over trash into a ball that he threw into the back of the car, Allen Daughtry stepped out of the car, locking the car behind him with a swift click of the keys. He wiped away whatever crumbs were left over on his clothing - worn blue jeans, tight-fitting white tee with a casual black button up, mahogany shoes and his aged leather jacket - and readjusted the sunglasses on his blue eyes, grinning with sinister delight as he walked towards the get together with a Kools cigarette planted firmly between his lips and a lighter igniting the tip.
The door was shut for the time, but the sign made it clear that anyone could enter... so Allen did, first kicking to be sure that no one was waiting behind, then slipped through and left the door wide open. The cigarette smoke beckoned behind him as he strolled through the impressive abode, his shaded eyes glancing over faces and pieces of art as his smile held true. He kept a confident, even arrogant composure, and kept a close eye out for the booze.
He ignored the conversations around him as he eventually found a cooler full of beers and malternatives by the back sliding doors; he kicked the trap door open and lunged his left hand through, the ice tickling at his skin and hidden tattoo. After a few seconds of feeling around, his arm eventually reeled back with an icy bottle of Mike's Hard gripped between his fingers. He nodded in approval - 'At least until they bring the REAL stuff out to drink.'
Flipping the cap off and tossing himself onto one of the nearby recliners, Allen began his comfortable relaxation - alcohol in one hand and cigarette in the other - as he enjoyed the company of complete strangers and the host of a boy who was likely working to earn a reputation in some school clique.
"Ah...," Allen began, mostly quipping to himself, "Teenage angst; how I miss thee."[/color]
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