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Post by Christopher Mason on Mar 24, 2012 20:12:00 GMT -5
Another long day at the office had lead Chris to find everything completely and utterly boring, which meant his life after he left there had to be more exciting. A lot of times he was so tired he would immediately head back to his apartment and crash, but for these times he found something interesting to pass the time. Of course, his activities had to happen at night because during the day other members of society were paying attention too closely.
Chris did head home for a short period of time, making sure to shower and make himself look appeasing before he headed back out for the night. His dark blue jeans were boot cut and held up with a brown leather belt, tight where it needed to be in his trunk but hung neatly over his jogging shoes. Blue t-shirt hung nicely against his body, words straight across his chest that stated "My Internet is Broken" in yellow. Grabbing a Leather coat, he locked the door behind him and checked his appearance in the mirror in the hallway. He looked good, but Chris always thought his appearance was more than desirable. Which was why he always did what he did, and that was pick up women.
Though he needed a good night with a woman, that wasn't where he was headed tonight. Taking the elevator down, he reached the ground floor and moved outside of his complex and to their private parking garage to find his beauty. It was nice to have a closed parking garage, it meant their belongings (mostly Chris' Car) were perfectly protected inside those walls. Or at least a little less likely to be broken into. Pulling the key out of his pocket, he clicked the unlock button and watched as the lights and beep responded. Smirking to himself, he opened the door and climbed inside while being sure to toss his coat in the passenger seat. Before long, he was off and headed for a specific location. Grabbing his cell and checking his messages real quick, he glanced up and stopped at a red light. "Fifth and Tree? I can get there pretty fast."
Putting his cell back in his pocket, he started off toward his destination. A few turns, a couple yellow lights and about 20 minutes later.. he was there. Girls were lined up down the street and headed to where he was going, two cars parked at the beginning to keep watch with their drivers greeting every sweet little honey that passed him. Unfortunately he was going to have to head around to the parking lot, which was about a block away. Turning down the block he moved and parked toward the show, getting out and popping the hood. Inside his monster of a 2012 Mustang was a V8 with beautiful red accents all over the engine and many of the other parts. Closing his door and pulling the hood up all the way, he placed the engine pole in and then began to lean up against it.
As he looked out, he could see all that could be seen by this special pact. Cars lined up at the starting line to get ready to race, girls and guys showing off their rides. Some muscle, some ricers and others that weren't even fit to race but had been decked out to be more appealing to the eye. One had a Scion that was completely busted out like it was going fast, but the sound system in the back was amazing and he had it blasting as everyone was 'oohing' and 'awing' over the base. Leaning up against his bumper, he nodded to a few ladies that looked his way and gave them a bit of a grin. Maybe he would meet some women after all here...
 ATTIRE
[/color] Dark wash jeans, blue T-shirt with "My Internet is broken" on it, Black and red jogging shoes. CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS burn it to the ground - nickelback NOTES On the corner of Fifth and Tree. Street Race WORD COUNT 490 [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Phoebe Lancaster on Jun 6, 2012 23:10:11 GMT -5
Phoebe couldn't believe she was here. But, she was. It was night, which should have meant that she was out patrolling. But no. Here she was, on a Friday night, on a date. A blind date at that! She couldn't believe it when Allie told her that she set her up with her friend's older brother who "like, TOTALLY had the hots for her!" And yet, here she was, on a date. She had even dressed for it. Short denim shorts, a black and white tank top, high heeled boots, and even a bit of make up. She had left her hair alone, letting it down and curl naturally in a most becoming way. She had figured what the hell, it's not like this happens often. But already twenty minutes into her date, she was regretting it.
They were at some car show or street race thing. Cars were lined up, most with the hoods popped and asshole-looking guys leaning against them trying to be all cool. Girls walked around in the skimpiest of clothing, flitting from one guy to another. They were oohing and awing over the cars, leaning forward to show their breasts as they did so. It was disgusting. To make matters worse, she had been left here all alone, hr date running off to "check sometin' out with his boyz" or something stupid like that.
So now here she sat on the hood on his car, knees pulled to her chest and her chin resting on her knees. A coupe of guys came up to her, but she scared them off with a deathly glare and a flash of her trusty tazer, hidden inside her pocket. That sent them running quickly enough.
Phoebe sighed, groaning as she hid her face in her knees. This was not how she wanted to spend the night. This isn't how she SHOULD be spending the night. If her uncle knew she was out here just lounging around instead of chasing down the "creatures of the night" and killing them.
But in truth, that wasn't how she wanted to spend the night either. All she really, really wanted to do was go over to Chris's. Which was totally stupid. After all, they had ONE night together. Just one! And she hated the guy after all. Couldn't stand him the damn prick. So, why was she wanting desperatly to go over there? To sit on his couch again, have a drink with him (much less than they had that first night of corse), and well...just be next to him. But it was stupid! A silly crush! A werd hate/love crush. Only it wasn't love. no, it wasn't anything near love. She didn't like the guy! Hadn't from the start! Just because they had one night of amazing sex didn't mean that she was in love with him! Didn't mean she liked him! And after all, he told her to her face that he didn't do the whole "married with two-point-five kids" thing. He couldn't be with just one girl. He was a prick! Prbably felt smug that he had gotten a girl so "different" to sleep with him so easily. It was humiliating was what it was! Phoebe groaned softly, hitting her head on her knees. Dear God her life was fucked up...
TAGGED: who is this for?
WORDS: how many?
NOTES: say what?
OUTFIT: Outfit
CREDIT: To BUNNYA! of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES
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Post by Christopher Mason on Jun 7, 2012 23:17:33 GMT -5
After the first couple girls had passed by him, so had a few buddies of his and he grinned to them giving a raised hand to greet them. One Black man came up to give a hand-shake, gripping before bumping fists and grinning to one another. A pat to the back came before they began to chat slightly about his car. While they were chatting, it almost seemed like he caught a glimpse of someone he knew. Or at least someone he'd met once. Chris gave a bit of a squint and missed a total sentence as the guy continued to ramble on, his eyes focusing on.. Phoebe? No, his eyes had to be playing tricks on him. She wouldn't be seen here, wouldn't be caught in something like this. She knew nothing about cars, nothing at all and she was here?
He started to walk away, hearing the guy yell behind him for him to come back. "Yea.. wait. Hold on, I have to see something... Phoebe?" He couldn't tell if it was her. She hadn't contacted him or returned his calls, not a single message or anything. Yet, she was here? Who's car was that unless she'd gotten another one.. Then, his mind jumped. He shouldn't be running over there.. or even hustling. He should just calmly walk. What was the rush about? Maybe the fact that she wasn't talking to him, which was a change of role because he normally did that. His legs slowed and he began to walk over there. "Phoebe..." He said a bit louder, trying to get her attention and letting his hand hit the air to wave in her direction. Hopefully she saw him and came over. It was really bad to leave your car alone, considering there were many shady creatures here that wouldn't think twice about stealing your ride.
"Phoebe!" He tried again, stopping and putting a hand in his pocket, continuing to wave his arm. Hopefully she did see him, and that his friend was still making sure his car was still overseen.
ATTIRE
[/color] Dark wash jeans, blue T-shirt with "My Internet is broken" on it, Black and red jogging shoes. CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS burn it to the ground - nickelback NOTES On the corner of Fifth and Tree. Street Race WORD COUNT 379 [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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