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Post by sam on Oct 5, 2011 18:25:20 GMT -5
live it up, drink it down, party till you hit the ground [/color]  intoxicated, super jaded, complicated, i'm faded[/center] Just another typical weekend. For Sam, after a long day of hard work of practicing and routines and listening to his parents yap about each other to their son- who frankly doesn't even care anymore- Sam had decided that the best solution of drown out the week's bland events was to throw a party. Another one. Since it's been so long since he had done that (by long he means two weeks) and what is a better way to celebrate Paris' nightlife then a party in the penthouse with the balcony that overlooks the Eiffel Tower? Besides, it was quiet around the halls, and though he mostly isn't even home, when he is, he found the need to share the scenery with someone. Anyone. Drinking alone was such a bore when one can just call three people over for some drinks and a few tens show up instead. While there were days that he admired the silence and enjoyed basking in the morning light on his balcony- Fridays and Saturday nights along with Sunday mornings were strictly created for the party freaks that showed themselves as the moon arises. He had never believed in God- being an atheist- but if there was one, he was pretty sure that's why Friday, Saturday and Sunday was created- the 'resting day' of Sunday being the day where everyone suffered massive hangovers and stayed in bed, willing it to go away as each sound their heard nearly brings them to tears. But to each of one's own- it was just his opinion. And if, by any chance, he was wrong- he should be right.
He had decided it upon late noticed, and therefore roused everyone up and off of their priorities to tend to him- and by that he wanted the the music set up, food on the table, the house cleaned and the more expensive items that can't afford to be out in the open moved, the furniture rearranged so there was more space for anyone who was in the dancing mood- and, of course, he had sent someone out to restock the bar downstairs for a long night- and knowing the frequents that words always get to- no doubt it won't end Saturday morning, only those who have to work or would rather study would leave. Sam doesn't kick anyone out until it's Sunday night. By that time, he's stomping around, threatening to throw everyone off the eighth floor balcony of they don't get the hell out of his house. Just another regular weekend at the Morte kid's house- as they would whisper.
With a roll of his head around his shoulders, he strode into his master suite and changed into a more fitting outfit, consisting of a pair of half-laced up combat boots, skinnies and a fitting graphic tee, keeping it casual (while, in truth, he couldn't be bothered- who would he be showing off to that he could gain from?). He slid into the bathroom and styled his hair, slightly disgruntled that he had spent the morning trying to flatten it so he could go about his business without people thinking he had just rolled out of bed. But having given himself a half buzz cut, it seemed to have taken a little less time to look decent in the morning. Although, now he had to style it a certain way when his parents visited him- being rather traditional in a sense when it came to look respected, they wouldn't have approved of his choices. Tossing out the now empty hairspray, he headed out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and kicked the door closed on his way out- heading to the railing, he glanced over the edge, down the stairs and the hall where two dark panels indicate reveal the location of the elevator- doubling as an entrance of to the penthouse. Glancing at the clock that hung on the wall, he shrugged and searched out the universal controller- turning on the playlist as he picked out a beer to keep him company as people made their way to Eighth District.
Vibrations shook the ground that he walked on as he strutted outside, bottle in one hand as the device in his other as he looked at the illuminated tower. Not many people had a view like he did. Not many people had the life he had, and not many people could go to Paris to attend one of the best academies there is in the world- but he had it, it was his life. And he was damn sure he was going to enjoy every moment of it. And he could only hope that the people who were attention loved life like he did and would believe int he same thing. Just for tonight.
if it's not rough, then it's just not good enough,
breakin hearts cuz i'm not in love [/color][/size][/center] notes` this is such a shitty post. sorry. tagged` open status` finished [/font][/size] |
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Post by deimos basileus cosmatos on Oct 5, 2011 19:37:05 GMT -5
  Deimos closed his laptop with a soft click and tossed it aside so it would land on the King sized bed. He was still smiling at the conversation he just held with Sam and Anouk. Just like had said he was ready for the party as all he had to do was throw some clean clothes on and be on his way. Sam’s building wasn’t even far away, they were practically neighbors. His wasn’t a pent house but it was still a fine apartment in a more than decent area of Paris. All he had to do was grab his jacket, keys and wallet and be on his way. For a moment he considered taking the car but… eh it was easier to walk there. Plus, he’d probably end up too drunk to drive back and he didn’t want to see his beautiful care plastered against a lamp post. There was also the possibility that he wouldn’t exactly return home that night… but he wasn’t about to let his mind linger on something like that.
Deimos had gotten rid of girlfriend numero eighteen just yesterday. She had been fun but just like it happened with every girl she didn’t manage to keep Dem entertained. Perhaps tonight she’d find another candidate to keep him busy another week and then he’d move on again. People at school were beginning to wonder if he’d ever settle down with a single one but he always reassured them that it’d be easier for him to stay single than to find a girl that could tie him down. Only he knew the truth of course and he wasn’t about to share with the world the fact that he’d rather jump inside Sam’s pants than find a steady girlfriend and be the perfect couple. Well he could forget about that tonight as there would be booze, chicks, music and a whole lot of fun.
The walk was as short as he imagined it to be. He tried walking slowly and wasting time by buying some minty bubble gum but still he arrived at party central in no more than fifteen minutes. Oh well, whatever. It’s not as if he would just lose control and rub against Sam or someone else; he just didn’t like being the first one in a party. The building was quite neat, like everything else in Paris was. There was a lot of cool stuff back at home in Athens but everything here had a different air. It was just so elegant, so ‘top of the world’. Every time he woke up in the morning he couldn’t help but feel like he won the jack pot. Anyway, inside the building was as beautiful as outside and Dem had to stop for a few seconds to take in all the details before he was too drunk to notice anything. Hitting the elevator he waited for the top floor which arrived with a soft ‘ding’. As soon as the doors opened Dem was welcomed with music and what seemed to be the perfect place to throw a Paris styled party. “Party time!!” He announced his entrance while stepping in and letting the elevator drop down, probably to receive more guests. “Where are you Sam? And where’re the drinks?” Because that was obviously an important question as well.
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Post by anouk lirienne fournier on Oct 5, 2011 19:45:49 GMT -5
Who had said party? Sam had said it, her best friend and party buddy was throwing one of his regulars and this time it promised to be the party of the year, even her brother was going. Anouk was a regular at Sam’s parties, there hadn’t been one she hadn’t attended to, and she felt proud of it. His parties were one of the best around Paris and every time he threw one it was one of the best nights of her life. She almost always had something for her friend but this time she had gone through hell and heaven to get her hands into three pure Absinthe bottles which were almost impossible to find around. But nothing was impossible for her because now she was kneeling on the ground of her room to lift one of the planks of the floor where she kept her important stuff hided. She took them out carefully and stuffed them on her bag and then searched for a little plastic bag. It was filled with little white pills. The guy she had bought all that stuff from was a safe contact of hers, and she had to book the material months before and she happened to get her stuff that very morning.
Her day had been hell, she had tried to paint something and couldn’t. Every paint ended up being blue, grey and black, just like her feelings. She tried to throw some color into it but she was plain blocked. Abstract had never been her thing really and it was getting on her nerves but her brother had advice her that she should step out of her comfort zone, at first it seemed like a good idea until her whole work room ended up covered in paint at one of her fits. She tended to be a bit aggressive when she got frustrated, but lately she was tending to get depressed. She would start crying without an apparent reason, then she will get mad at the world and then she will just feel so down that she would just sit on the floor looking at the wall for a long time, thinking about what was going on with her. That was the moment she had decided to go for her stuff and she had been right doing so because she had the chance to taste it first hand, it had made her forget for a good few hours, she hadn’t drink as much as to get wasted. The pills, though, she had saved them for later. Her contact had promised her an amazing trip, they were new design pills, she wasn’t even sure what they were made of but she trusted him.
Anouk had thought about saving them for a special occasion but it seemed everyone this time was going to get there, that was special enough. Running through the many clothes on her wardrobe she tried to find something sexy and spectacular to wear, this time she just wasn’t impressing the boys for a hunt; her brother would be there, Cass would be there and it seemed she had just got another fan who seemed hot enough too. A short red dress was the best option, with the highest heels she could find she and some sexy lingerie she had bought for an occasions like this one and walked over to her mirror to apply some make up. Red lips, black eyes shadow, a bit of powder and Anouk was ready for hitting the scene. She waved goodbye to her parents, waiting for Cass down because she didn’t want her father to start questioning him. She was praying silently that nothing bad would happen between them but taking into account that Cass just loved to tease him and Alexei was losing his temper pretty fast she didn’t have any confidence in that.
Fishing through her bag she decided she could start the party on her own while she waited in the sidewalk, she sipped a bit of the liquid inside the bottle and made a face as it burnt her throat. It was crazy to drink it directly from the bottle, she will have to burn it with sugar, it was the only way it won’t kill you. The thrilling though of playing with her life sent a rush of adrenaline to her that made her a little light head, or maybe it was the Absinthe already doing its rightful effect. Whatever the reason her problems seemed to be a bit far away than before and she could hardly wait to get there. Finally Cass made his apparition and Anouk spread a sexy smile across her face, kissing him as a greeting. “Look at what I’ve got here.” She said showing him one of the bottles and opening her bag and bit so he could see the little transparent plastic bag with the pills. “And one of these is just for you and me baby.” She said, that party was going to be epic, the best she will have in a long time.
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Post by ciaran cassidy corbett on Oct 5, 2011 21:49:16 GMT -5
 * HELLO LITTLE BOYS ,
L I T T L E T O Y S !The word ‘party’ served like a switch for Cass. Mutter it and the switch would flip on, he’d be on his feet and ready to hit it off for the rest of the night… or the weekend. He wasn’t even sure how the entire party deal came up but the point was that he’d be in one tonight, and it happened to be Sam’s party. He liked those, almost as much as he liked partying with just Anouk. The difference was that with Anouk they were free to roam Paris by themselves and usually they ended up in crazy places or doing crazy things. When it was at Sam’s they ended up on Sam’s floor, or bed, or bathroom, or inside the fish tank… don’t ask. It was fun either way, and there was no way in hell Cass would miss it.
Cass was merely a first year student but he was already fairly known for being a party animal. It didn’t seem to be exactly uncommon around students and Cass’ wild guess was that it had to do with all of them being artists. Art is a blast, whoever said that was too correct. It was a little late to think over his life choices anyway and he just happened to like very much the life style he had at the moment. Once his liver started complaining about it then he’d try thinking stuff over. Meanwhile, a gorgeous girl was waiting for him and he would certainly not make her wait anymore. Speaking of Anouk, that was another thing he had to think over. Were they together? Did it even matter? No, not really… Cass was wild, and Anouk was as wild as he was or even more. Honestly, he was pretty sure he was a plaything for Anouk as much as she was for him because really… a relationship with two people like them had no future. And still it was alright for Cass. They had fun together, they looked good together and more importantly, Cass enjoyed annoying the hell out of Anouk’s brother. The guy was a bit of an ass and who better than Cass to point that out in his face? No one clearly!
The night was quite comfortable. Cass took a cab to Anouk’s place since he didn’t own a car or any other transportation mean and he certainly didn’t plan to buy one when he had rent to take care of. Leaving the car behind, he hopped on the sidewalk and instantly spotted the beautiful girl. “Oi oi! Look who’s drop dead gorgeous tonight!" He took Anouk’s hand and circled her all while checking her out. His own outfit wasn’t exactly meant to attract attention: simple jeans and an Ed Hardy shirt with sneakers. Cass couldn’t understand why a lot of people had something against that particular brand, he liked the colorful shirts and anyone who didn’t could suck it up; he looked good anyway. “I’m gonna have to bark around your perimeter to keep the hounds off.” He smiled and answered the kiss with one of his own. He didn’t care much if guys swooned or circled around Anouk like vultures. They were in the friggin 21st century, he wasn’t going to behave like a barbarian and claim Anouk as his property and not let anyone get close to her. Plus she probably wouldn’t allow that anyway. His curiosity took over once she offered him a peek to the inside of her bag. The instant reaction was a surprised yet delighted ‘wow’ along with a closer look so he was sure his eyes weren’t fooling him. “Girl where did you get THAT?” He laughed again, closing her purse and looking at Anouk with a pleased and mischievous look. “We’re going for the entire bohemian experience this night eh?” He closed the distance between him and Anouk and whispered to her ear. “Sounds perfect to me.” He pressed a kiss on her cheek and slid a hand around her waist. “Promised you a ride there so, are you ready?” He said and before he gave her a chance to say anything she was up on his arms. “Hey, started the party without me? So rude.” He snickered after sensing the slight alcoholic scent that came from Anouk and started walking towards the Eighth District. “You’re gonna have to make it up to me, love.” The walk would probably be killer for him but Cass didn’t really plan to carry Anouk all the way there, he wasn’t drunk yet. Walking or running or taking a cab, they’d get there soon enough and then the real party would start.
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Post by alexei leon fournier on Oct 6, 2011 11:35:11 GMT -5
TAKE ME BY THE TONGUE AND I'LL KNOW YOU [/font] KISS ME 'TILL YOU'RE DRUNK AND I'LL SHOW YOU!--------------------------------[/center]
It was official; Alexei Leon Fournier was going to a party, a social gathering, a real place cramped with a lot of people. He was surprised himself but he had managed to gather up the courage and ask Adrienne if she wanted to go. He didn’t think that she would say yes, he thought that she had much better things to do but Alex had told everyone that he would bring her, for some reason everyone wanted to see her and he hoped that they wouldn’t scare her off. Even though she wasn’t that great of an assistant she was funny and the patient thing that Audrey had told him about was actually working. So everything was going all right for him lately, except for the fact that Anouk didn’t like his assistant, he didn’t even have any idea why. Adrienne was funny, cute and very confident with what she did and he knew she would be bringing him in a lot of clients, which meant that he could have more money and invest it into his gallery further; as well as maybe raising Adrienne’s paycheck. Everything that he did at that very moment was for the benefit of the gallery, his life literally depended on it, if he had no gallery what did he have?
But those thoughts would have to be pushed out of his head for that very moment, he didn’t want to burden himself with any thoughts for that. The gallery had been closed early and he was currently getting ready for the party. Since he hadn’t been to a party in ages he had no idea what to wear, yes even sometimes boys were self conscious about what they wearing, just like girls. He looked down at his bed, half naked already as the clock went on ticking by. Sighing he put on a black pair of dress pants and a black shirt, smart and sort of casual it was then. Buttoning up his shirt, he looked around his bedroom quickly while spritzing on some cologne and made his way out of the apartment, wallet in his hand and keys in the other. Those were the essentials that were always needed when leaving a house. Everyone knew that. His hands were slightly cold, or sweaty, he didn’t even really want to think about it. A rush of adrenaline was slowly flowing through his veins, pumping around as if he were doing the greatest thing in his life; the truth was though that Alexei hadn’t felt this alive in a very long time. He hadn’t had a social even tin a very long time since he was so used to being antisocial and hiding away behind his paintings, but tonight that was all about to change.
Half an hour later of finding a taxi and going over to Sam’s house, Alexei got out of the cab and looked up at the building. He could already tell which one was Sam’s as there was pulsing coming from it, it wasn’t loud enough to disturb the streets of Paris but it was surely getting there. Taking the elevator up to Sam’s apartment, he could hear the slight thud, thud, thud of the moving bodies upstairs. How many people would there actually be? At least over a hundred, he knew Sam and Sam was a guy who knew many people, and a party of Sam’s would always have a lot of people involved. It was just always going to be like that. Smiling to himself he pushed open the apartment door once he got to the penthouse and his eyes widened slightly in surprise, would he be able to handle himself tonight? He wanted to be able to hang out the entire night; he didn’t want to be a part pooper at all.
Scanning the room he caught a sight of a few familiar faces, Sam was already there of course, perfect host of the evening already on his way to getting drunk and what not, he saw Dem and smiled, a new person whom he had the pleasure of meeting online. Scowling a little as he saw Anouk and Cass together, he shrugged his shoulders; he wasn’t going to ruin his sister’s night. If Cass was what she wanted for that night then he had no right to interfere. He smiled finally as he caught sight of Adrienne and snaked his way through moving, sweaty bodies. Finally reaching her he stood tall beside her. “Wow you clean up well when you don’t have paint all over you. When did you arrive?”
tagged// everyone! word count// seven hundred and sixty three! muse// maroon 5 - moves like jagger outfit// without the top jacket!thoughts// whee!
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Post by cosette on Oct 6, 2011 12:03:56 GMT -5
 as I take your hand and lead you to the dance floorAS THE MUSIC DIES, SOMETHING IN YOUR EYES
CALLS TO MIND A SILVER SCREEN AND ALL THOSE SAD GOODBYESCosette wasn't sure why she was going to this party. Beer had so many calories, but no one would question her puking if she had plenty to drink. Honestly, she hadn't thrown up of bodily need in a long time. It felt better to control it. Anyway, she needed to get out, maybe take her mind of things. Like dance, like Mark... He was her English Lit professor, mid thirties and beautiful. But it ended in a bad way, and honestly it was dangerous and bound to end. She dressed carefully, matching her jewelry to her dress, clipping back her hair and rummaging for heels that went with her dress. Heels felt so funny to her, she was so used to flats, but who wore flats to a party? No one.
Once she was ready she hailed a cab over to Sam's penthouse. They had dance together, but she barely knew him. But she knew he threw the best parties around. And she knew she was a pretty young thing and maybe she could grab a guy tonight to take the pain away. Or a girl even... she was fed up with men recently. Bastards. Cosette blushed at even thinking such things, but she realized this party was just where she needed to be. Good to let loose and all.
When she arrived, there were already some people there, no one she immediately recognized. Cosette saw it was already in the swing of things, beautiful people and booze. She grabbed a shot before anyone could stop her and downed it, not caring what it was. It burned her throat and she blinked back a few tears. It had been a while. She coughed quietly and wandered around, looking for someone to flirt with, or at least, someone she knew.
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outfit: click me
word count: 307
lyrics: careless whisper by seether
tagged: everybody/anybody =)
notes: you all write super long posts *dies*
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Post by audrey emily hathaway on Oct 6, 2011 17:56:04 GMT -5
 and there's a pounding in my head ,[/i][/color][/font]
GLITTER ALL OVER THE ROOM. PINK FLAMINGOS IN THE POOL. I SMELL LIKE A
MINI BAR, DJ'S PASSED OUT IN THE YARD. BARBIE'S ON THE BARBEQUE. IS THIS
A HICKIE OR A BRUISE? PICTURES OF LAST NIGHT, ENDED UP ONLINE. I'M SCREWED.
OH WELL. IT'S A BACKED OUT BLUR, BUT I'M PRETTY SURE IT RULED. DAMN. LAST
FRIDAY NIGHT, YEAH, WE DANCED ON TABLETOPS, AND WE TOOK TOO MANY SHOTS.[/CENTER] audrey hathaway was not a party goer, or at least not a college party goer. she had been to plenty of parties back in london, but those were different. everyone dressed and poised themselves a certain way, and their conversations were all lined up with perfectly long words and dripping with politeness. she was used to that kind of social scene, where she would wear a dress specifically designed for her, put her hair up, and that smile and talk to bachelors her age about england's politics. they would put gloved hand into gloved hand and dance around with the tempo of the small orchestra, waltzing and chatting even more about their evenings. usually the men would ask if audrey would like a drink of wine or champagne, and she would deny, and off to the next guy who wanted to meet her. it was like that the whole party, and she didn't mind one bit. she loved being dressed up and talking about books and technology and philosophy.. she just hated the food. she couldn't not eat in front of people, but she couldn't not make her self throw up after the party. it was a horrible cycle that she couldn't stop, no matter how unhealthy it may be.
and the cameras! oh, the cameras were another story. her face and her dress would be plastered on every gossip magazine, newspaper, online articles, and even the television cable centers and they would talk about how ugly and disgusting and what the bloody heck was she wearing! she hated that, she hated people talking about her, and pointing out all her flaws that she knew she had. she knew she wasn't tall enough, skinny enough, pretty enough... but it seemed like everyone needed to talk about it and put their two cents in. which is why she packed her bags, told her parents goodbye, and flew over to paris; the city of love and music. she attended one party while she was here, and it was a friend's who had taken a tiny interest in her. she had too, but after she realized what parties were like in the real, average world. she didn't expect to go to another one again. she didn't want to dress down, get drunk, and wake up in some stranger's bed the next morning.
as fun that may seem, she didn't feel that it was something she'd call “entertaining”. she'd rather get dressed up than dressed down. and she would rather not get drunk or do stupid things, since everyone would be judging her. and what happened if someone happened to have a camera at a party? and then the picture would be leaked to the internet? and some london press happened to get their hands on it? her parents would be so disappointed and so would the people of her mother country. audrey hathaway couldn't risk anything like that.
the only reason why she was sitting in the middle of her closet looking through dresses was because she was going to a party. against all her good judgment, she had agreed to go to sam's, one of her good friend's, party. and she heard all about sam's parties... they were the best in paris, apparently. the first year she had met a couple of weeks ago, cass, also convinced her to go. and she also wanted to see alex's new assistant. she wasn't stupid, she knew that there was going to be alcohol, and drugs, and sex at the party. but she all knew that she wasn't going to participate in those things. she would just stand off to the side and socialize. that is, if she could find a dress that she could wear. too bad the only dresses that she bought from london were her favorites. and her favorites were usually expensive, something the ordinary nineteen year old would never have the money to buy. she stood around, biting her lip, and tried to think what would look normal. or at least as close to normal as possible. giving in, she chose a simple black dress and put her hair down. it was the first time that she ever attended a party without putting her hair up into a bun to look all 'classy' and 'sophisticated'. and her make up was just a quick run through of mascara and eyeliner. audrey hathaway looked... well, normal. she put on black flats instead of heels, since she was so clumsy, and walked outside with a simple white cardigan. she didn't bother bringing a purse, but she put her phone inside of her cardigan's small pockets, and walked over the sam's place. sam didn't live too far away from she lived, in fact, even if she did live on the 'rich part' of paris, she could always cut through the back roads and pretend she lived where most of her other peers lived.
the blonde walked inside the apartment and was overwhelmed. all the loud music, the booze, the people. she quietly walked over to the corner, standing on the wall and taking the whole scene in. she wasn't quite ready to go out and talk to people, and she had spotted some people she knew... but it was just a little too soon for audrey hathaway, miss perfect, england's sweetheart, the prime minister's daughter, to do anything.
and i think we kissed but i forgot , [/i][/color][/font]
LAST FRIDAY NIGHT. YEAH, WE MAXED OUR CREDIT CARDS. AND GOT KICKED
OUT OF THE BAR. SO WE HIT THE BOULEVARDS. LAST FRIDAY NIGHT, WE
WENT STREAKING IN THE PARK. SKINNY DIPPING IN THE DARK. THEN HAD A
MENAGE A TROIS. LAST FRIDAY NIGHT, YEAH I THINK WE BROKE THE LAW.
ALWAYS SAY WE'RE GONNA STOP. WOAH. THIS FRIDAY NIGHT. DO IT ALL AGAIN.[/CENTER] status finished.
tagged open.
word count 889.
notes AWKWARD ENTRANCE. xD
lyrics last friday night (tgif) – katy perry
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Post by cole2 on Oct 6, 2011 18:17:09 GMT -5
“Daddy, please…just go!”
“My little pumkin finally got invited to a party. How exciting is that, sugar?” Bloody horrific! What did she do to deserve a father like this? As much as she loved this man, she didn’t appreciate his teasing or the fact that his nicknames all referred to food. Yes, things were just peachy. If he insisted on keeping her behind, surely the party would be long over before she even arrived and despite emphasising this, Jéan Claúde still refused to end the conversation. Worst of all, at the age of twenty-two, one of her greatest fears was cutting her father’s call. It would open a whole can of worms she’d much rather keep closed. He was the type of man that, if you didn’t answer his call or cut it off, within five minutes he’d bust open the door open and exclaim that he thought you were attacked and snatched. Good grief, imagine that! The neighbours would have a field day. Plus, if that situation ever occurred again, (and yes, it’s happened before.) she would most definitely be late for the party and that just wasn’t an option. She couldn’t possibly stand Alexei up, even if he just asked her for the sake of it. The last thing she wanted to do was cause disappointment…or maybe he’d just shake her absence off.
“It’s absolutely thrilling. Now look at the time, I have to be there in half an hour. I can’t be late, so I’ll phone you in morning and let you know how it goes, bye dad. I love you and tell mum the same.”
“Bye, sweetpea. I love you too.” And there he goes again with the name calling. You know, in high school that could be considered bullying! She was definitely going to hold that against him one time. There she goes again though, always being distracted by her own thoughts…Maybe she was insane. No, no, that’s absurd, she was normal in a few ways. Having a shit time at picking clothes was completely normal and looking among the oversized wardrobe that was filled with slacks and oversized jumpers, thing weren’t exactly looking bright. It was a known fact that Adrienne never bought clothes to wear when going out for the night, simply because she never did go out. In brutal honesty, she’d much rather spend a night in front of the fire and eating ice-cream rather than going out and getting so drunk she can’t remember the night before. Yeah…fun. However, the odd time she’d make an exception and blow her money on all the alcohol she could get her hands on. It was during these thoughts that she saw it, the outfit that would make her fit in, hopefully.
Examining the reflection of the mirror, surprise, surprise. Adrienne’s long fingers trailed through her straight blonde her and with a smile gracing her pale pink lips, for once she felt comfortable in this attire. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad after all. It was what she had to hope for and probably also pray that she wont torture Alex for a piggy back half way through the night because her heels where causing her feet to scrunch. Actually, one of the most frequent thought that goes through Adri’s head during a night out is: ‘Whatever sick bastard created heels, I’m going to kill him.’ and hopefully with the support of another billion women in the world. Come to think of it…he’s probably been dead for decades now. Lucky asshole.
In record time, Adrienne had managed to lock up the apartment, hail a cab, slip into Sam’s apartment and down her first glass of Russian vodka mixed with a good old tin of red bull. Thankfully though, her wait wasn’t long before she seen a familiar head of dark hair approaching her. Remaining casual as Alexei took his place beside her, with a playful smirk occupying her lips, she steadily sipped on the diluted vodka. “What would you have preferred? Me covered in paint or me scrubbed up? You don’t look too bad yourself.” Reaching out her hand and with a swift movement, she ruffled his dark head of hair with an amused laugh, “I arrived about fifteen minutes before you did. I managed to beat one drink into me before you showed up which might help in the long run since I drink like a slug.”
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Post by ila angelique blanche on Oct 7, 2011 13:22:14 GMT -5
[/IMG][/center] Ila wanted to party, and she wanted one that wasn’t posh because of her work, were press will be there and everyone will be correct and polite. No, she didn’t want that; she was going for the wild one. She didn’t have the chance to attend to that kind of parties as often as she would like but luck had been on her side and she had been invited to Sam’s one. She had heard the party was going to be a blast and she wasn’t planning on missing it. Grabbing her Unger and her Christian Louboutin she locked herself in the bathroom and got dressed for the night. She was free to go whenever she wanted tonight; no work, no press around, no pressure and no boyfriend and sure dozen of hot boys around her. She made sure she had everything with her and walked outside her apartment toward her glossy black Lamborghini Gallardo. She wouldn’t have to bother driving back home because she could always call her chauffeur to pick her up there.
Sam’s apartment got in sight as she found a safe place to park her car and made the rest of the way walking, some people stopped her on her way to ask for a photo or an autograph, not believing their eyes when they saw her. She smiled, though she certainly wasn’t in the mood of stopping, and say a few kinds words to the people who gathered the courage to talk to her. Ila could finally get to the party and she could hear the music while she was in the elevator. She had been right, she thought, when she opened the door to see people everywhere, dancing and drinking and not bothering on manners. With a smile on her face she made her way to where the drinks were and poured herself a glass of the strongest liquor she could find there. Tonight she was going to have fun, thought she wasn’t planning on drinking much and losing total control she did plan to at least make the best of the night.
She saw some familiar faces in the crowd and smiled to them, waving. After some minutes the alcohol started to have some effect on her and she decided it was time to dance so squeezing herself between people she got to the improvised dance floor and gave her all singing along with the songs she knew and dancing like there was no tomorrow. She would have time to talk later, now she needed to just dance and maybe find a cute boy to flirt with. Ila would feel bad about cheating on her boyfriend if he didn’t spend so much time ignoring her. She loved him, at least when they were together, but it was just so unbearable to be alone and she loved so much to flirt that it couldn’t be helped. At some point or another she will have to break up with him, but right now, while she could, she would just go on with her life and enjoy the moment. The party.
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OUTFIT, here
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Post by kinley on Oct 7, 2011 15:17:08 GMT -5
 Kinley placed her cell phone down on the floor before standing from her stretching position. "So much for practicing tonight." She mumbled softly to herself as she headed down the hall and into the bathroom. She wasn't exactly thrilled about going to a party tonight. Even if she had wanted to stay home, David wouldn't allow it. He had already planned on picking her up and if he were to show up to find Kinley still in tights and dancing around her living room, he wouldn't be happy. She could fight him over it but her mood was down and stress level high. There was no point in arguing since the battle had already been won. She didn't see the purpose in going. Partying was not a common ritual of hers and Kinley knew she'd feel out of place. She would know very few people, not having been a social butterfly her four years in the academy, and her comfort level would be shot. She was at least lucky to have David there but his persistence was shaking her mood. The brunette was not use to someone actually trying to be her friend and getting her involved with anything but dance. Giving in was something she had been doing to please him but now she was starting to worry how it was effecting her dancing. She had a goal and to let anything or anyone get in the way would be her number one mistake.
At this point, there was still nothing the twenty-one year old could do but take it. As she stepped out of the shower, Kinley knew that in the end she would be grateful for David's decision to take her to the party. Everything he had forced her to do outside of dance turned out to be a lot of fun. It made her consider whether the reasoning she had for being so devoted was worth everything else she pushed away. She was determined to prove her parents wrong about dance and what they considered love but with only one thing set on her mind, she was worried about losing the other.
Kinley stepped towards her mirrored closet, staring back at her reflection for a moment. "Just suck it up," she told herself before rummaging threw all of her clothes. Being slightly anti-social, she wasn't even sure she had any clothes that would be appropriate for a party. To be honest, she wasn't entirely sure what the dress-code standards for a party were. Were they casual wear like family get-togethers or a little more formal. She had many clothes that were fancy but only for dancing purposes. They would fit her like a leotard and showing up in something like that was crossing the boundaries. Kinley didn't want to look like the overly obsessed ballerina. Eventually she pulled out a green leopard print dress and some black heels. "You'l have to do,"? she spoke to herself, realizing time was flying by and it would be a matter of minutes before David showed up. Kinley quickly accessorized her outfit and put finishing touches on her makeup before hearing a honk from outside.
She grabbed her phone and purse from the living room, locked up her apartment and scurried out to David's car. Kinley was reluctant to say anything to him on the car ride there. She was slightly angry with him but would get over it with time. By the time they had reached Sam's place she couldn't stand the silence anymore. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" She brushed down any wrinkles in her dress and stepped to the door with her date friend. "I don't really even know this guy. Do you?"? Kinley asked, feeling her nerves set in as they walked inside.
word count:: 625
outfit:: click
notes:: blah this sucks
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Post by em on Oct 7, 2011 16:03:32 GMT -5
 David had been a little worried the whole day. Would Kinley really go with him? He knew she wasn't too keen on the idea, but he didn't want to go alone. It took some convincing that this wasn't a date. It felt like one, but he hadn't asked like one... sure she was gorgeous and he liked her, a lot, but it wasn't good timing.
Kinley had been pretty quiet when he picked her up the car. he could tell she was sort of annoyed with him, barging into her practice time and all. But she would get over it and have a good time... hopefully. "We don't have to stay the whole time or anything, its just fun to get out." he said as they drove. "You look hot by the way." He said, trying to make it sound as friendly as possible. If she didn't have time for one party, she didn't have time for a relationship. David pulled his car up and parked it.
"No, I don't know him, but I know he throws the best parties so I thought we could check it out, as a team, so we wouldn't be lonely." David said with a smile. "It'll be fun." He certainly hoped so... but even if not, then they would know and wouldn't have to waste time wondering what they missed out on.
They walked in together and saw it was already underway, music and booze surrounded them and David danced in a little before remembering his company. "Drunk dancing is in your future." He said with a laugh. He was such a bad dancer.
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word count: 283
outfit: click me
notes: la la la
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Post by aleria on Oct 9, 2011 6:56:19 GMT -5
Mercedes hadn't been to a party in a while, excepting her father's 'congratulations on your stock rising' things, and her mother's formal model one, and those, well she was kept under tight surveillance. Clearly, they didn't trust their only daughter to behave well, even if it was just a party. I mean, what was a little dancing and partying? And even a little drinking? She threw out a back revealing white cocktail dress, with the long sleeves, that would ridiculous. The tierd Louis Vuitton dress went out too, and she finally decided on a white sleeveless dress that fit loose and comfortable.
With final adjustments to her hair, she got into her Mercedes Benz SLR, and checked her IPhone. Damn it, I'm going to be late! She nearly sped down the road, then thought better of it and went at a pace that would hopefully, not make her get a driving ticket, but at the same time, get her there on time. Which took her wondering: I don't know any of these people! Gotta get some hot guy to flirt with anyways, and get some liquor down. Pulling into the driveway, she grabbed her clutch from beside her and lifted up the door to her car, and stepped out to regard the apartment. Already, she could hear music booming from inside, and laughter and chatter.
Mercedes made her way to the door, and after she ran a hand through her honey golden-brown hair, she opened the door and stepped inside. Flashing lights and dancing partners were all crowded inside, and the only person she recognized was Ila, but then again, she barely knew the model at all.
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Post by rosslynn on Oct 9, 2011 16:08:06 GMT -5
Well, this was it. Rosslynn Newlanders was going to a party with some schoolmates of hers...that she didn't know. To say the truth, she was actually quite nervous on the fact that she never really understood what a party was for. Or rather, why people had parties to begin with. Shaking her head, she continued to mess with her hair. Her hairstyle would mimic something she saw her mother do a long time ago. Which would be close to a 'Greek Goddess' type of hairdo that she always saw her mother wear on special occasions. She wrapped the back of her hair into a messy bun and pulled out small strands of her hair, which she then curled with a small curling iron into delicate little ringlets and curls that caressed her round, gentle face. Once the look was done, she placed small fake flowers in her hair to give it an effect much like how her mother had done it. Than she sprayed it with some hairspray to keep the look.
Afterwards, she started working on her makeup. Rosslynn wanted to offset her outfit, which was red except for her black jacket. So, her eyeshadow of choice was blue and purple. The brunette gently fixed her make up to have sort of like a smoky eye look. She continued a little as she put on some mascara and eyeliner, winging the liner at the corner a little to make like a small cat-like, Egyptian kind of way. She finished off the look with some red tinted lipstick. 'I hope it isn't too much....ugh, I never should have agreed to come to the party....Oh well, I'm out of luck now...' she thought to herself gently. Slipping on her shoes and grabbing her purse, which had her cell phone and I-Pod in it, she made her way out the door. However, she remembered something. “I should feed Nero and Dante before I go...” she spoke out loud, putting her things down.
She quickly went over to the bag of cat food and got a cup full, walking over to the cat food bowl and pouring it in there. “Nero, Dante. I have your food!”
[/b][/color] she called out. Two young tabby cats came out from their hiding places and hopped up on the counter where the food bowl was located. “Mommy is going to a party, I will be back in a bit. Watch the apartment for me, my beautiful babies.” she spoke sweetly to the two felines, even though they both were ignoring her and eating the food that was given to them. Quickly, she re-grabbed her stuff and ran out the door. Rosslynn caught a taxi, which took her to the address that was given. Slowly, she entered and went to the pent house, the location of the party. The young brunette entered slowly, remembering to speak in the language they all understood instead of her own. “U-U-Um....hello....” she stuttered quietly, greeting the other people who arrived before her.[/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] tag: open words: 499 notes: ahahaha....entrances...also, she is speaking in her native tongue when she is by herself, but I didn't feel like translating it, so.....just pretend she is speaking in a different language until she speaks to someone xD hairstyle: kind of like thisoutfit: here |
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 9, 2011 17:38:50 GMT -5
Party wasn’t a word he used frequently, he had gone to some of course but he just wasn’t a party animal at all. Cosette had invited him to Sam’s party so there he was, looking for something to wear to the party and have a good time. He really wasn’t going to get all dressed up for a party, he will most probably end up covered in drinks and totally wasted because, even if he didn’t partied often when he did Fred made sure he won’t ever forget it. So he wore a pair of jeans and a shirt and with his keys and wallet in his pockets he walked outside and to the streets of Paris. He thought about walking toward Sam’s place but it was too far so he would have to take the car. He was impressed by the building he lived in, since he was no rich kid he felt a bit out of place at first when he decided to step into the building and up to the floor where he was hearing the distant music.
When he opened the door a smiled crossed his face, everyone was already there, people he knew and people who he didn’t know at all. He soon was squeezing between people and with a drink on his hands, taking whole-heartily gulps out of it and dancing a bit while he looked around. He stopped to talk to some people until he spotted the one he had been looking for. Cosette. She looked lost but beautiful in her outfit, and he walked over to her with a shot in his hands to offer. Fred hoped she wouldn’t refuse now that she was there. “Hey, here you go.” He said giving her the shot and lifting his glass as a way of saying cheers before drinking it in one gulp. “Good party right?” Sam always threw the best parties; people would be talking about them for weeks or even months if they were legendary. He had been in Paris long enough to know that and now he was about to experience the real night life of the city, and he hoped his father never knew about this.
But he wasn’t going to stop doing it because it wasn’t the right thing to do. He had always wanted to be at least a bit bad, or have some memories of how much he enjoyed his young years. So far, with his mother’s death and everything he had kind of lost a great deal of it. Now he had the chance to be free and young again, and today it wasn’t about dancing and practice though he knew he would come to regret it next morning when his muscles were sore and his headache massive. But how could he resist to such a blast? He couldn’t. “I’m glad I’m not all alone here, want to dance?” Music was so loud he had to shout to be heard, it was making him feel a bit dizzy, or maybe it was the shots? But who cared right now, tonight was a night to get wild, and he was all about getting wild right at the moment.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 366
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