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Post by ivy on Dec 27, 2011 18:44:58 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are The brunette expertly balanced her iphone on her shoulder, her left ear pressed up against it, all the while peering haphazardly into the mirror; mascara tube, and brush in each hand. She sat in her lace Dolce & Gabbana dress--newly bought, for the occasion--cross-legged and focused. After a minute's of silence, she nodded, before realising that her mother couldn't see her through the phone.
"Of course I'm doing fine." She murmured into the phone, adding one last coat of black onto her lashes, "nothing's changed since you last called." Ivy rolled her eyes as her mother continued to worry about silly little things that hardly mattered; three years on, and the Italian was still apprehensive about whether her daughter could make it in the big, bad world.
Dropping the mascara onto the floor, she fluidly reached for the eye-liner, all the while making soothing noises into the phone. "Mom, I'm fine; stop fussing over nothing." The reply was instant: short, blunt and sassy. As always.
Ignoring the comment, she put the call onto speaker phone and placed it by her feet. Ivy leaned forward, beginning to line her eyes in thick black.
"...pregnant, Ivory; you're going to be an older sister!"
Her hand froze, midway.
Eyes wide, she paused, for one, two, three seconds, before calmly continuing to add swift flicks near the edge of her eye. "That's great," she said, swapping hands--an advantage of being ambidextrous--and starting on the opposite eye. "Congratulations, I guess."
After a few more minutes of excited chatter from her mother, Ivy ended the call before standing, make up done. She glanced oddly at her phone, briefly wondering whether the newest addition to the family would suffer in the same way she did. Hazel flicking back up to the mirror, the girl shrugged.
Poor kid.
Satisfied with her reflection, she grabbed her iphone, purse and other essentials before shoving them carelessly into her clutch, hurrying out of her suite and into the elevator. When the soft ding of a bell sounded, telling Ivy that she had reached the first floor, she stepped out, heels clicking rhythmically with every step. Walking confidently to the receptionist, she threw her room key onto the desk (she never brought it with her when she was going out; not after losing it six times in two weeks), and offered the girl behind the desk a quick smile. "You booked that taxi for me, right?" She asked, obviously expecting a nod, a yes.
The girl behind the desk arched a brow, decided she didn't care enough to ask, and nodded, handing Ivy a scrap of paper with a number plate scribbled down: 471 NZ0.
"Here you go," she offered in a practise monotone, "have a good night, Miss Rushmore."
Ivy beamed her thanks, took the card and walked outside, where the taxis waited noisily for their next client. Brown orbs searched the number plates, coral pink lips pulling up when they found the correct one. She walked, hips swaying, to the car, before opening the door and gracefully climbing in. "Lace, please." The man glanced hesitantly into the rear-view mirror, and she arched a perfectly waxed brow. "Is there a problem..?"
The man quickly shook his head, and off they went.
Twenty minutes, and an awkward conversation later, the taxi dropped Ivy off at the steps of the nightclub, and she, ignoring the waiting queue lined neatly beside the building, waltzed past the grinning bouncers--it paid to know the security--and into the club, heading straight towards the bar. NOTES: SORRY IT'S CRAP, GETTING USED TO HER~ |
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Post by leyton on Dec 28, 2011 8:58:35 GMT -5
h e w e a r s h i s h e a r t safety-pinned to his backpack, his backpack is
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] A L L T H A T H E K N O W S | | [atrb=width,240] "Yeah, whatever, see you tomorrow and shit, blah blah blah," he said to his boss, half-mumbling it. The up-side to being very close his boss was that it didn't matter how rude he was, how late he was, or how shit he was at his job. He always knew that he'd have the security of Starbucks behind him, because everyone there liked him. Not only that, but he was very popular amongst the customers, especially the customers that went to Starbucks frequently. He pulled off his apron, pulled on his jacket, and headed home.
Ready to hop onto his bed and relax there for a few hours, his phone beeped loudly at him. "Lace with Ivy," it read. He groaned, tempted to text his best friend and tell her that he wouldn't be attending. He didn't need to let her down - he did that far too often. She was probably getting ready now, doing the dark make-up that she'd recently taken such a liking to. He liked this new phase she was going through; dark suited her.
With a long, heavy sigh, he perched on the edge of his bed, which he'd managed to tip-toe over to without breaking anything fragile that was concealed beneath the mess on the floor. He surveyed the area carefully, his eyes scanning for something suitable to wear that night. He managed to located a flimsy-looking translucent jumper that was a slightly greenish-white colour. He hadn't worn that in a while, and ti looked clean enough... He paired that with some three quarter length leather pants, a pair of beige socks and a black flat-peaked cap with the word 'dead' written on the underside of the peak. He didn't need to do anything to his hair, since it was already looking pretty good, and he'd covered it up with a cap anyway.
Looking at the time on his watch, he decided that it would be best to leave right about then. There was no time for a shower, so if he smelt like coffee, people would just have to deal with it. The only person he was really planning on talking to that night was Ivy, unless he happened to bump into somebody that he knew. It was unlikely for him to find anyone in the club, because most people there tended to be straight, or too worried that everybody else in the club was straight to hit on any of the guys.
Leaf walked to the club. It was quite a way, but he never had enough money for a taxi, so walking was the next best thing, unless he wanted to drink drive on the way back home. There was already a long queue when he got there. God, he fucking hated having to wait in queues like that, especially when it was so cold outside and he was dressed more for summer than for the icy winds of that night.
"Yes, I am over twenty one," he said irritably as he reached the bouncers. He flashed the his ID and shoved his way into the club, music booming far too loudly for his liking. What was he even doing there? He was in a God awful mood already, and he didn't enjoy clubs full of straight people much.
He spotted Ivy almost immediately. She was at the bar, where he knew she'd be. He rushed over to her, pulling a face at the sight of two people that were doing more than just kissing in the middle of the dance floor...
"Bitch, I hate you for making me come here!" he shouted, trying to make himself heard over the music. He could just tell that his voice was not going to be feeling good at all when the night was out. "How am I supposed to pull a guy here?!" |
[/b] He ordered a drink quickly, needing only to nod towards some shot glasses, and an unknown substance was thrust in his direction, which he downed immediately. "It's alright though, I'll pay you back by taking you to a gay bar next week."[/div][/td] [td][atrb=width,100]
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idec, my posts are short and crap. i'm just gonna have to accepted that i'm a shitty rper. whatevz. FUQ DA WURLD.
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Post by ivy on Dec 28, 2011 10:52:55 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are Ivy threw her clutch onto the counter, her elbows soon following. Flicking her hair behind her shoulder, she sat down onto one of the stools, legs crossed at the knees.
”What can I get you, love?”
The British accent had the brunette glancing up immediately, her lips automatically pulling up into a confident smirk. She leaned forward, amusement dancing in her eyes. ”I’ll have a cosmo,” she purred, ”and keep them coming.”
The man: stylishly disheveled hair, narrow yet thickly framed glasses, and a cheeky grin, twirled a glass fluidly between his fingers before expertly mixing the brunette her drink. ”For you, sweetheart.” He winked; the flutter of an eye. She took the glass, before taking a sip, her signature smirk still in place.
I need to come here more often, she thought; the bartenders were hotter than she remembered. But, of course, the memories she’d gained here were all so easily lost, so her memory was hardly reliable.
"Bitch, I hate you for making me come here!"
Ivy knew that boyish drawl anywhere; she set down the cosmo, and twirled around to face her best friend, brow quirked.
”You love me.” She and he both knew he did.
”How am I supposed to pull a guy here?!"
She downed the rest of her drink, blowing the bartender a kiss when he quickly replaced the empty glass with a full one. Glancing at her friend, she smirked, reaching forward to tilt his cap a little to the left. There. Perfect.
”Silly. Why would you need a guy, when you have me. Your soulmate.” She grinned, showing teeth, hazel orbs approving the outfit that she saw, widening when she noticed the familiarity of his jumper. ”Your soulmate,” she chirped, ”who told you to buy that jumper. Which looks fab, by the way.” With another smirk, she turned back to the bartender, giving him a flirtatious smile.
”You're welcome.”
Ivy glanced at him over her shoulder, giving him a haughty look. ”Again. You love me.”
Leaf ordered a drink--some sort of tequila apparently, judging from the quick glimpse she managed to catch--and downed it with a speed that no one else could match. ”It's alright though, I'll pay you back by taking you to a gay bar next week." He said, apparently thinking that that would be a suitable revenge. Ivy ran a hand through her hair (managing to mess up what she spent hours to style), running her fingers down the strands, twirling one lovingly around her pinkie. ”Go for it. I love gay bars. I still get free drinks, and I still get to watch you get turned down.” She teased, flicking his nose affectionately with the tips of her hair.
”Tell me you drove here, Leaf?” She asked, even though she knew the answer already. He didn’t drive when going out (especially when meeting with Ivy) for the same reasons she didn’t bring her room key. They got horrendously drunk. ”Because I’m sleeping at yours tonight. Some builders are doing construction work two floors down and it’s fucking up my sleeping pattern.”
She pouted, pulling a sad face. ”Pity me.”
After another gulp of cosmo, and a few seconds later, Ivy brightened, swinging round to grab Leaf around the arms. ”Just realized we haven’t had a sleepover in ages. You’ve missed out on gossip, my friend!” She grinned mischievously, her hand already embracing another drink. NOTES: SHORTSHORTSHORT. I BLAME YOU AND YOUR TALKS OF LESBIANISM~~~ |
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Post by leyton on Dec 28, 2011 12:11:22 GMT -5
s h o t d o w n b y s t r a n g e r s whose glances can cripple the heart and devour the soul
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And it was a bloody good job he loved her so much, otherwise he would be really pissed off that he'd walked all the way over for the sake of what was already a truly terrible night. Ivy appeared to already be rolling in the drinks. He watched as she blew the bartender a kiss, and gave him a longing look. He was really attractive, and he was sure that he'd detected a British accent. People often fawned over Leaf's slight Portuguese accent, but it was nothing compared to a British accent. They were the topmost of all sexually attractive accents. If only he were gay, then Leaf would definitely be taking him home that night.
”Silly. Why would you need a guy, when you have me. Your soulmate.” She'd said it well. They pretty much were soulmates. If Leaf were straight, they'd probably be married by now. Unfortunately, he was not straight and he would never put his schlong in her wong. He could handle an affectionate kiss and a jesting smack of the ass, but as soon as any reproductive organs were introduced to things, he'd have to give her a sharp slap round the face. Soulmates or not, Leaf always liked to have a guy to fool around with, even if it didn't amount to anything.
”Your soulmate who told you to buy that jumper. Which looks fab, by the way.” He looked down at himself as though he'd forgotten what he was wearing, and shrugged He'd completely forgotten that it had been her who'd recommended that he purchased it. If he'd have known, he wouldn't have worn it, just so that she thought he considered it a bad idea that he'd purchased it. Oh, how he enjoyed messing around with her.
"Actually, I hate it. I'm only wearing it for lack of anything better. Or, uh... cleaner." |
[/b] He put his nose defiantly in the air and smacked the surface of the bar as if to say 'hit me up with another shot'. The bartender, clearly didn't understand his signal, and continued wiping glasses absentmindedly. He shouted a request for his glass to be re-filled, and thankfully that bartender understood simple English, and did as he was requested. Leaf downed the next one with the same fluid speed that he had before. ”Go for it. I love gay bars. I still get free drinks, and I still get to watch you get turned down.” His jaw dropped and his eyes narrowed. He wasn't really offended by her words at all, but he liked to pretend that he was. With a sharp shove of her shoulder, he said heatedly "I do not get turned down. You're the ugly one, Ivy."[/b] ”Tell me you drove here, Leaf? Because I’m sleeping at yours tonight. Some builders are doing construction work two floors down and it’s fucking up my sleeping pattern.”"I will happily tell you I drove here, but I'd be lying. I'm afraid you'll just have to try to avoid any cars in those pretty little heels."[/b] He laughed, downing the next shot that slid in his direction. "And I should probably tell you that my house has not been cleaned in like a year so you can either sleep in the bath or in bed with me."[/b] That was exactly the reason that he was the one to go to people's houses rather than people going to his house. If nobody came back to his apartment, there was no need for it to be tidied. Perhaps Ivy would have a sudden moment of kindness and clean it for him... ”Just realized we haven’t had a sleepover in ages. You’ve missed out on gossip, my friend!”He, too, had a lot of gossip to share. He could tell her all about Kendall's little brother, Jason, and how he was gay and Leaf was helping him to discover that. He could tell her about his little encounter with Darcy. He could tell her all about being chased by a group of creepy-looking guys and hiding from the police in a wardrobe at somebody's party. Once he'd told her all about his life they could engaged in their usual little bitch fest. The bitch fest that he decided should begin right about then. He turned to examine everyone in the crowd. Over in the back corner he saw a rather large woman in a very, very short dress that sort of looked like a sock. He tapped Ivy on the shoulder and pointed in her direction. "Is that a woman or a whale in fancy dress?"[/b] This was the usual routine. Once Ivy had had her laughs at that woman, she'd find somebody else in the crowd to insult. That's how it went. It could go on for hours. Perhaps this one wouldn't last as long, because the drinking would interrupt it, but once they were sufficiently drunk, they could head out onto the floor and get a closer look at people and get into a more heated conversation about how ugly everybody there was. [/div][/td] [td][atrb=width,100]
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LONGEST POST I'VE DONE IN YEARS :O no... genuinely..... ha omg you can't blame me for yale deciding that people need to study lesbians and gays.
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Post by ivy on Dec 28, 2011 15:42:15 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are "Actually, I hate it. I'm only wearing it for lack of anything better. Or, uh... cleaner."
She snorted, as Leaf smacked the counter for the bartender’s attention, which he did not give. After giving in and ordering--shouting, more like--another shot, before shoving the contents down his throat with the same speed as before.
”Liar,” she accused, hazel orbs narrowing shrewdly, ”It’s the best thing you own; you love it, nearly as much as you love me.” She smirked, leaning forward to gracefully pluck some lint off his shoulder. ”But of course,” she continued, ”you can never love anything--or one--as much as me.”
Ivy straightened up, back arching, head tilted back, and she peered at Leaf from the corner of her eye, one hand arrogantly flicking her hair across her shoulder. Coral pink lips pursed, she winked. ”Why wouldn’t you love this?” She swooped a hand down her torso, before dropping the act: shoulders sagging, amusement flickering teasingly between her eyes.
Leaf’s jaw dropped, and his eyes narrowed, feigning hurt.
She didn’t buy it.
He shoved her shoulder, before saying, "I do not get turned down. You're the ugly one, Ivy." All he needed was a pout and a tiny tantrum, and the image would be complete.
”Non, garçon stupide,” she murmured in French, ”You do. All the time.”
She twirled the glass between her fingertips, emptying the last of the cosmo. She felt her head begin to swirl, eyes blurring around the edges, and she gingerly placed the empty glass onto the counter, closing her eyes for one, two, three seconds before snapping them open, hazel bright and cheerful.
”And you’re the obese one, Leaf.”
She grinned, poking one finger into his middle. ”Cut down on the chocolate, kiddo; fat isn’t what attracts the penis.” Ivy chuckled, quickly flicking his chin with the same finger, after.
"I will happily tell you I drove here, but I'd be lying. I'm afraid you'll just have to try to avoid any cars in those pretty little heels." He laughed, before drinking another shot. Ivy, not wanting to be left out, waved towards the bartender to bring her another drink, before realizing it was probably a bad idea.
She, clutching the edge of the bar, waved off her order a second too late, only catching the sliding drink just in time. With a shrug, she drank.
"And I should probably tell you that my house has not been cleaned in like a year so you can either sleep in the bath or in bed with me."
Ugh, Ivy had forgotten about Leaf and his less than clean habits. Rolling her eyes, she waved a clumsy hand, accidently hitting his hair. ”Oh, you know me, I don’t give a shit. I’ll have the bed.” She grinned, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around the boy, pulling him off his stool and towards her.
”Aw, you cutie, you.”
After a few other patronizing--not that she realized it--comments, she let Leaf go, pushing him back towards his seat.
Ivy turned back around to face the bartender whilst Leaf swiveled the opposite way, facing the crowd, tapping her shoulder to join him. After finishing, and collecting another drink, the brunette, too, swirled around, balancing her legs fluidly on top on his thighs. Leaf pointed towards a borderline obese woman, with unfortunate highlights and a dress which belonged in the gutter.
”Is that a woman or a whale in fancy dress?" He sneered, as the woman waltzed towards the middle of the dance floor, shoving in between crowds of people rocking their bodies rhythmically; the twirling of feet.
The brunette laughed, the edge of her lips tugging up. ”Please. That thing is bigger than a whale; comparing the two would be insulting to the mammal,” she grinned, hazel searching the crowd hastily for another, ugly being.
There; in the middle of the room, donning a sparkling metallic purple, one piece suit, rocking his hips and swaying his arms like nobody’s business.
Ivy nodded to the man, tugging Leaf’s sleeve. ”Looks like Elvis is back.” She giggled, when the man and woman coincidentally met, joining forces and throwing each other across the dance floor. Taking suit, Ivy hopped off the stool--wobbling a little when she first stood--and grabbed Leaf’s hand, entwining her fingers into his.
”C’mon, lover boy.” She began to walk towards the dance floor, a coy smile etched onto her lips. ”Show me those moves.”
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