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Post by alina on Jun 5, 2010 22:30:45 GMT -5
Alina Longbottom was what you called a home wrecker. Hell, she was the queen of all home wreckers. She could get any happy man in a relationship to leave their wife or girlfriend in an instant. It was one of her special tricks she had. Lately, she had only been using this trick on one man, Travis Morgan. This was more than one of her usual flings. They were both madly into each other. Every time they could they would sneak off to see each other. To make everything better, Travis had a girlfriend. Alina didn't know why but it gave her some kind of thrill to rip a boyfriend away from a girl, leaving that girl a broken mess. It may seem like an evil thing to do, but Alina loved to do it.
However, that fling ended in a hurry. After spending many months with Travis, he broke it off. He had said that he didn't see this relationship going anywhere and wanted to settle down. For the first time, Alina had cried over a guy. She had really fell for him and her heart had broke. She hadn't left the house for weeks but then decided to get back out in the world.
Alina was a very sexy woman. Only being 20 years old, Alina had all the right curves in all the right places, a piercing stair, and more wit than any man. She knew what she wanted in life and she wasn't afraid to go after it. However, despite her forceful nature, she did find trouble in choosing a career path. Alina bounced from one odd job to the next, many of the involving her in a french maid costume. She didn't mind it really, only wanting to have fun. There was no job to risky for her, only wanting a way to make money so she could pay the rent each month.
Alina didn't know what it was about her but she could make any man fall for her. She could keep them attracted to her and into her as long as she wanted. Most of the time, when she broke off her little flings, the guys begged and begged her to stay for a couple of more hours or so. It was insane, but Alina loved it. Maybe her real mother was some kind of enchantress and that was why Alina was the way she was. It was all that french blood running through her veins. When Alina first learned to speak, she had spoke french. However, being raised by pure english people, she had quickly lost all of her native tongue. Sure she could say a phrase or two, but that was about it. She had really wished that she would of continued to use both languages. Think of how many men she could get if she could speak both english and french?!
Having had a hard day, Alina found herself in the lounge of the Underground Getaway. This getaway was like her second home. She found herself here more than what she was at her own house. Now that she was done wallowing in her own self pity, Alina was back in the world, looking for yet another one of her famous hook-ups. She didn't want to find another long relationship like she did with Travis. She wanted one night with no regrets. So there she sat in own of the white plush couches, her hair and clothes perfect and her game face on. Who would the lucky guy be?
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WORDS: 597
LYRICS: TiK ToK - Ke$ha
COMMENTS: alina = sluttttt
CREDIT: All credit goes to me, Kelsey, for this lovely thing.
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Post by momo2 on Jun 7, 2010 0:33:02 GMT -5
 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Life sucked, and it didn’t help that there was nothing to do. The day had been so incredibly dull for Aren. Waking up to an empty cabin didn’t help either. Usually he would go out every night and try to bring a girl home. Now, that didn’t mean he slept with every single girl he brought in there, but it would be pretty accurate to assume that. There may have been a few that he was too intoxicated to do anything other than crawl in bed and pass out with, but the rest he had gotten the job done and then some. Girls never complained when he was done so he was sure he was doing it for them. His mysterious and dark self made him seem like a major bad boy as well, so he was sure that aspect of him was fulfilling that part of some woman’s fantasy. Bad boy, Aren never thought he would have worked that angle as much as he did. It wasn’t every time, but it was part of the time. Why did he bring home girls? It wasn’t because he was a man whore, horn dog that wanted a good tumble in the sack. No, it was much deeper than that. He had been raised in a pack, had lived in a pack, and now that his pack had been ripped from him and dragged to some underworld he was all alone. Aren simply longed for companionship. He longed to have a pack again. Of course, it was highly unlikely he would ever get that again unless he wrangled together other single werewolves that were all on their own as well. They would have to be wolves weaker than him or more submitting, and many werewolves were not submissive. He would either have to submit or find weaklings…and neither of those was easy for a man who disliked violence. The guy could fight, but he didn’t enjoy it. Fighting was pointless in his opinion. It got people nowhere except hurt or worse. Fighting was the reason he had no family and no pack. So, waking up to no one with him was saddening. He had made breakfast for one, took a shower by himself, and then went to work. The dragons were rather quiet today, so work went by incredibly slow. After that he had gone for some groceries and back home to do a bit of potions making. The first thing he made was wolfsbane. His supply had been running rather low, and when there was no wolfsbane for him near the full moon period then that meant havoc would be unleashed on the Scottish countryside. That meant poor things for the animals. So once he had finished preparing his potions and making them Aren took another shower. Showers always made him feel calmer and less dirty. Ever since the death of his family he had felt dirty and alone. Sadly, the showers rarely helped him, and that meant he had to find a distraction. Aren ate supper, dried his hair, and then dressed decently before leaving. He wore a nice shirt, dark jeans, and nice boots, and his hair was spikey but soft. Yes, Aren was on a mission. A mission to get out of the house and find something to distract himself with. That could include him going out for a drink, eating again, or finding a friend. Most of the time his “friends” were of the female sort, and wouldn’t mind a fun time with him. There was actually a girl he had in mind for the night. So, after about fifteen minutes of wandering around, Aren made his magical way to the underground lounge. Upon entering he looked around. The girl wasn’t here, which made him sigh, and so he went to sit down. This meant he would have to up his game and find a new “friend” or simply get wasted. The first choice was a better one in his opinion. Aren plopped down on a couch blindly, sitting next to someone before looking at them.” People are never where you expect them to be,” he had mumbled this, then focused on the girl. She was…alluring. Made his primal side wake up a bit, but Aren made sure to keep himself in check. Afterall, he didn’t know this girl. |
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Post by alina on Jun 24, 2010 12:45:26 GMT -5
Alina was a very stubborn woman. She hated to receive any help from anyone. She would rather do it herself than have it handed to her on a silver platter. It gave her a sense of accomplishment in her life. The same sense of accomplishment that she got when she successfully captured a guy into her clutches from his significant other. She really did not know how she became so messed up in life. If she would of joined the Ministry like the Longbottoms wanted her to do she could have a beautiful house and a luxurious lifestyle. Alina didn't want a ministry job though. She wanted to find the one job that suited her best. She didn't care if it took her years to find, she just wanted to be happy.
To Alina, she didn't need anyone. She was quite fine being on her own and fending for herself. She knew that she would never need anyone as long as she had her wit and charm. She could get any guy she wanted if she was feeling lonely. All she wanted to do was have fun while she was young and can. She had her whole life to settle down, marry and find a good career. Alina was scared of becoming old and boring like most people do as they age. The really only thing she had going for her was her beauty and ability to get what she wanted.
Alina sighed and raised her hand, urging one of the waitresses of the lounge to come her way. She ordered a drink, lemon gin with lemonade, and waited until the waitress came back with it. It was a strong drink but hey, she had a hard day. Taking a long sip, the alluring woman smiled. This twenty one year old could out drink any man any day. She had been drinking since she was fifteen and it wasn't unusual for her to drink until she blacked out. There were many mornings where she would wake up in some random guy's bed, with no memory of what happened the night before. Those nights were the best nights of Alina's life.
The dark haired girl was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard a voice next to her. She gazed under her long, thick lashes at the man next to her and felt her heart skip a beat. He looked so much like Travis. She felt a bolt of pure pain hit her heart as her mind went to Travis again, the only man to ever break her heart. Not being able to handle the emotions inside of her, Alina took a long swing of her gin and sighed as she felt the familiar rush hit her. "People always find a way of disappointing you," Alina said, glancing at the glass and swirling the liquid inside around. "But then again, what fun would life be if people where always doing what you expected them to do," Alina finished, taking yet another drink of the toxic liquid. She kept a small smile on her face as her head began to buzz and that warm fuzzy feeling rushed through her veins. All she wanted was for all these pesky emotions to leave her. Was that too much to ask for?
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WORDS: 552
LYRICS: TiK ToK - Ke$ha
COMMENTS: sorry it took so long!
CREDIT: All credit goes to me, Kelsey, for this lovely thing.
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Post by momo2 on Jul 20, 2010 23:24:49 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: A smirk spread across his face at her response. This girl was interesting, that much was certain. Aren knew he was attracted to her. Her scent was enticing and seductive, as was her body. Well, what he could see of it anyway. clothes were such menaces when it came to trying to check someone out. So far Aren was enjoying the sight next to hime, and the dame was more than worth his time. He hoped that at least... More than once he had been lead on. Yhat was never a fun time for him. It was painful both ego wise and physical wise. He was a good looking, mysterious, and nice guy. For a werewolf he was anyway. Many of those guys were testosterone driven, horn dog douchebags. Aren was not a douche. Not anymore at least. He had grown up alot since he had lost his mother, his siblings, and his love. So he wasn't much of a player because he tried not to get feelings involved on either part. hurting someone was not something he enjoyed. The women he went for were more than willing and enjoyed one night stands. Aren Wulfe used to be the ladies man that did that left and right, but now he was the man that did what was right, usually. Except when he felt lonely, like tonight." Indeed...Life is boring when you know what to expect...," Smirks and watches her briefly," I am Aren Wulfe, by the way." Aren offers his hand for her to shake. |
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Post by alina on Aug 4, 2010 1:02:51 GMT -5
To Alina, nothing was off limits. If she saw a guy and found him attractive, nothing in the world would stop her from sleeping with that guy. It didn't matter if he was taken or not. Recent events had proven this theory true. See, Alina's dear younger sister Ace had gotten herself a boy. Now this boy, well he was attractive and Alina did not fail to notice this.
to be finished laterrrr.
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WORDS: 552
LYRICS: TiK ToK - Ke$ha
COMMENTS: sorry it took so long!
CREDIT: All credit goes to me, Kelsey, for this lovely thing.
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