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Post by BRIELLE HELENA DEL VECCHIO on Dec 26, 2010 2:21:41 GMT 8
 WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& YOUR THOUGHTS HAVE TAKEN THEIR TOLL[/COLOR] ,[/SIZE] ---------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] she was snatching up her stuff from the studio locker room, tucking her tutu into her duffel bag. brie looked at her reflection in the mirror across from her, taking in her long legs and the outfit she was wearing. her black leotard clung to her body, slightly damp from her sweat. her footless tights were rolled up slightly above her ankles, but her pointe shoes were gone. she had replaced them with her boots and planned on keeping it that way for the remained of the weekend. a sigh escaped her lips as she closed the locker door and she made her way outside of the studio, setting her eyes on the sidewalk as she made her way home. as soon as she was home, she jumped into the shower, rushing herself so that she would be ready for her mates when they arrived. she was out so fast, it seemed as though she barely just got into the shower. it didn't take long for brielle to pick out an evening dress and blow dry her hair and apply her makeup. only a few moments later she found herself running outside to meet her friends for an evening on the town.
brielle helena del vecchio was on the hunt for something fun to do. the leggy bombshell stood out among her group of friends as they made their way down the streets to their favorite hangout, aphrodite. it was late evening, almost ten o'clock, and she was looking forward to this trip more than ever. her favorite little whore would be there and she knew it as she adjusted her dress, tucking some of her hair behind her ear as they made their way to the front of the line. she led the group, smiling sweetly at the bouncer standing at the front door. as they made their way in, brie could feel the energy of the club sucking her in. her eyes took a few moments to adjust before she felt her friends tugging on her hands and pulling her towards the bar. a laugh erupted from her lips as she followed her friends, snatching up a glass from the bar that her friend had ordered for her. she downed the alcohol in a matter of seconds, turning her head to scan the area surrounding her. no sign of him. she felt slightly disappointed as she turned back to her friends.
after two more rounds, she felt someone grabbing her hand. her eyes followed the figure of her close friend tugging her out onto the floor to dance and immediately, brie followed along. it was the usual routine that she was used to. get drunk, go dance, tease some guys. it was what they did on their weekends and tonight was no different. brie let out another sweet laugh, dancing with her friends. it didn't take long for others to notice her and she found herself dancing between a group of guys that looked around her age. her body pressed against theirs as she danced and she was having the best time of her life. this was what her days comprised of and she loved every moment of it. she couldn't help but look around every now and then for that familiar face. his dark hair and beautiful eyes. god, she hated him for making her feel this way.
---------------------------------------------------------------------TAGGED !? ANGEL & CONNOR !?
HOW MANY !? NO IDEA !?
WEARING !? CLICK THIS! !?
LYRICS BY !? GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS !?
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS [/COLOR][/B] !?[/SIZE][/CENTER] |
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Post by CONNOR HEATH MADDOX on Dec 26, 2010 14:05:38 GMT 8
Connor closed the book and leaned against the chair, with his hands locked at the back of his head. He just couldn't revise anymore. Exam was in another three days and he had only been revising for two days. He wasn't bothered anymore. He figured he'd just do some last minute revision a few hours before the exam. He was sure he would pass anyway. He only ever failed once and he was sure that was never going to happen again. Most people only knew Connor as this arrogant asshole who cared nothing about anything else in the world but himself. Not everyone though, knew that he was actually a smart guy. Even if they knew that, they probably would have a hard time believing it.
Since the past few hours, Connor had been in his room reading about laws and shit. It just was agony for him. Usually, he'd already be out drinking at a night like this. He groaned and got up from his seat and headed for the door. He grabbed his wallet and car keys and left the pent house. It was definitely time to party. "Zaev, where the fuck you at? Head down to the club if you can!" Connor slid his cellphone back into his pocket and drove his way to his dad's nightclub in his black Lamborghini.
When he reached Aphrodite, he got out of his car and signalled the valet to park his car. Ritchie, the bouncer, smiled at him as he made his way towards the entrance door. Connor nodded his head slightly at him, returning him a smile. "Ditching books again, sir?" Ritchie asked him. He knew Connor all too well. Connor chuckled softly and gave the man a pat on his back. "I need alcohol and girls, you know that." He replied, giving him another pat before walking in into the club.
The second he stepped into the club, one of his guy friends attacked him, startling him that he almost fell. He blinked and shook his head - feeling all dizzy all of a sudden. He glanced over at the crowd of drunk dancers on the dance floor and almost immediately spotted her. His gaze stayed upon the beautiful girl for a few moments. Brielle. He actually remembered her name. A smile slowly spread upon his face when he noticed she was looking back at him.
"Connor! Back to earth, mate! Where the fuck did you go?"
Connor blinked and glanced over at his friend."What?" he asked, slightly confused. Actually a lot confused. His mind was still somewhere in the other world. And a girl actually caused him to be so. He shook his head and walked over to the VIP area with his guy mates. Hopefully, she would at least come up to him and say hi. He cursed himself quietly. What was wrong with him.
TEMPLATE ME !
TAGGED SAMI AS BRIELLE DE VECCHIO
CALCULATION FOUR EIGHT ZERO
NOTES SORRY THIS WAS UNBELIEVABLY HORRIBLE. I WAS SO DISTRACTED BY STUFF ==''
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Post by BRIELLE HELENA DEL VECCHIO on Dec 26, 2010 15:28:07 GMT 8
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& YOUR THOUGHTS HAVE TAKEN THEIR TOLL [/COLOR] ,[/SIZE] ---------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] brielle lost herself in her dancing again, closing her eyes and having a good times. as she pressed her body against the other guys, she couldn't help but think about only one. connor. god she hated that little whore sometimes, but she loved playing mind games with him and there was something addicting the dark-haired stud. her blue eyes flashed open again and she hopefully looked around the club. what she saw was disappointing to her. there were tons of good-looking guys, but there was only one she really wanted to see at that moment. she bit her lip and turned back to the guys she danced with, wrapping her arms around one's neck. the movement of their hips moving back and forth in time matched the rhythm of the music. she felt lost again in her dance, trying to push thoughts of him out of her head. the blond lost track of time, though it had only been a few minutes. however, she heard her name called over the pounding music and her eyes flashed open, landing on one of her friends standing at the bar. the group of guys and girls there were laughing and chatting, but one casually glanced towards the door.
brie couldn't help but to follow her gaze to the entrance of aphrodite and what she saw could've melted her heart for a split second. there he was, looking as perfect as ever, though she'd never admit that. brielle was never one for commitment and this story was no different. the only difference was that he captivated her attention and held it longer than most boys. the dancing halted for a split second as she made eye contact with him. just the feeling of him looking back at her from across the way made her want him even more, but she wouldn't do that to herself or him. at least, not without a bit of a chase. she kindly thanked the group of men she had been dancing with and pulled away, grabbing her clutch from her group of friends. when she turned back to find him, she saw his back as he made his way towards the vip area. she stood paralyzed for a moment, unable to bring herself to make her way to that region right away. after all, maybe he didn't remember her?
she knew him as a manwhore. hell, everyone in town knew that about him. why would she be any different to him? she shook her head and grabbed on of her girlfriends, the two blondes pushing their way through groups of dancing and drunk people. she heard a few wolf whistles from behind her as she made her way towards her object of desire and she couldn't help but blush. she knew deep down that she was easy on the eyes, but she still hated being called out in such a manner. she was quite modest when it came to her appearance and she didn't like to brag or seem narcissistic. she ran a hand through her hair and fixed her dress before entering the area with her girl friend in tow. she turned her head, looking around for him. what the hell am i doing? she questioned of herself. it wasn't normal for her to go after any guy, but something was pulling her into him. there was a desire to see him at that exact moment.
her eyes finally landed on him and she tried to make her way to him, without success. she felt someone grab her from behind and she turned around, coming face to face with an ex-hook up who seemed drunk off his ass. as the gent's face came closer to hers, she pushed him off of her, disgusted that he would even grab her in such a manner. she shook her head and pushed past the last few people to get to him, though his back was towards her. she strolled up to him and placed her hands lightly on his shoulders, leaning over to his ear. she breathed lightly, her voice seductive yet sweet at the same time. evening, mister maddox. miss me? she purred lightly in his ear, a smirk playing across her lips. she noticed some of the interested looks she got from some of the guys around, but she ignored them. she wasn't interested in anyone else being her toy except for him at this moment.
---------------------------------------------------------------------TAGGED !? ANGEL & CONNOR !?
HOW MANY !? NO IDEA !?
WEARING !? CLICK THIS! !?
LYRICS BY !? GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS !?
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS [/COLOR][/B] !?[/SIZE][/CENTER] |
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