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Post by wolflegend on Feb 11, 2010 21:32:30 GMT -5
Annelise was getting ready for her birthday party she was hosting at her lovely house. She had already had a couple of guests arriving at the moment.
She quickly went to the door, wearing her black highheels, and her black skinny fitted dress. She looked very beautiful that night, not compared to other days when she was usually at the boxing ring practicing or something.
Annelise opened the door and greeted her guests as more started to arrive. She hoped that all of this went according to plan like she wanted it to, but with just her luck, it probably wouldn't.
Annelise sat down on the couch with a few of her guests while the rest socialized other places around the house. There were alcohalic drinks, but she hoped that nobody got to drunk. It would just be more fun if they did. Annelise promised herself that she wouldn't get drunk, but she awlays breaks her mental promises. Who knows? The party may start off with a bang. Maybe even literally.
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Post by tenacious on Feb 12, 2010 17:04:00 GMT -5
Where to go? Where to go? The question ran through his mind as he walked down the paved walk, hands thrust into his pockets, eyes narrowed, mouth set into a firm, angry line. Where to go? He had money. He had visited the motel a buddy of his resided in. The guy owed him one thousand dollars, when you added everything up, so Hirsch had simply went ahead and taken two. He had changed his clothes while there, as well, and he now wore a black suit jacket over a white T-shirt and simple white jeans. Nothing fancy, because he would probably end up at the bar; to hell with being underaged! His birthday was coming up in a fortnight or so (fancy term, eh?), so what was the problem with having some beers a bit early?
The twenty year old came to a halt before another house- he could see people moving inside it. A party? Maybe this would end up better then the last one. Perhaps Hirsch could simply relax, have some food. If the owner got drunk enough, he could have a place to stay for the night. Hirsch pulled his hands out of his pocket, feeling the gun in his jacket for a moment, freshly loaded, with the safety on at the moment, before coming up to the door. Would it be polite to knock? Probably. But Hirsch didn't stand for such a thing often- the door would open, anyway, so why knock?
He turned the handle and stepped inside, closing the door behind him, softly. A few people near the door paused and stared, obviously unsure as to why this strange man was in this house.
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Post by wolflegend on Feb 12, 2010 18:23:43 GMT -5
Annelise picked up a glasss of champaigne and traveled over to the other bar. It looked like a club now. The lights were flashing, it was loud, music was playing, it was crowded, and all the other stuff.
Annelise watched a few of her friends get down on the dance floor and debated on going over and dancing with a random guy, but she didnt feel like it. She just wanted to relax.
Annelise was still wearing her black tight fitted dress when she sasw more people walk in. She just sat at the huge bar and waited for something to happen.
Everything's going to be fine... Its all going to go according to plan. Nothing bad will happen. She kept telling herself consciously. Annelise took another sip of her drink and crossed one leg over the other. A sign of dreading boredum.
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Post by tenacious on Feb 12, 2010 18:27:36 GMT -5
Hmmm....so, no tiger or lion had launched an attack on the twenty year old so far. Good. He eyed a woman sitting at the bar, outfitted in a tight black dress. His eyes narrowed for a moment before he made his way over and sat down beside her. He was not exactly tactful when it came to introducing himself and so he merely grunted, "Hello. My name is...C-Hirsch."
He had considered telling her his given name, but Christopher carried only the horrible times of his childhood, so why use it? Besides, Hirsch wasn't that strange of a name. Olga, now that was a horrible name! Olllggaaa. It just didn't roll off the tongue right. Oh, and a Muslim kid he had known once had a funky name, though Hirsch couldn't recall it as he sat at the bar, waiting for the woman next to him to reply.
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Post by wolflegend on Feb 12, 2010 22:57:26 GMT -5
Annelise looked at the man and pursed her lips. She said studying him. She turned back towards the dance floor and watched a couple people dance wiht partners.
Annelise knew how to dance, but she only danced in public places if she was drunk or something. She new how to break dance and slow dance. She looked amazing doing it too. She had the body for it.
Annelise looked back at the man and pursed her lips again. "Annelise," she said to him holding out her hand for aquaintence.
Annelise new how to socialize, she just didn't liked to. She was crude, humorous, and sarcastic with a dash of sneaky and slyness to her. She was who she was. Take it, leave it, or deal with it 'cause that's just who she is wheather you like it or not. That is Annelise for you!
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