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Post by avery on Feb 15, 2010 20:37:17 GMT -5
 & turn me on baby, don't you cut me out[/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------Avery Anette Krum had a problem. A problem that came in neat rectangular boxes, lined with the sheerest tissue paper imaginable. Yes, shoes. A quick glance into Avery's closet confirmed this problem, revealing shelves and shelves of shoes. Flats, pumps, trainers, kitten heels, stilettos, sandals, boots. Red, white, purple, yellow, blue, black, orange. Leather, suede, metal, lace, cotton, linen, satin. Every possible combination was there, proudly on display, each and every pair of shoes showing the utmost care for the variety of materials. Yes, it was definite problem. Not that Avery cared in the slightest. One of her many quirks, Avery knew that she had more then a slight obsession, but as far as she was concerned, it wasn't hurting anyone but her considerable trust fund, so why stop.
The newest addition to her vast collection were currently adorning Avery's feet, as she waited impatiently to be let into the Seduction Night Club. Normally, Ave had no trouble at all getting into the semi exclusive club but tonight a trio of witches were causing a fuss at the door, screaming the usual do you know who I am line as they struggled against the beefy bouncer at the club entrance. Rolling her eyes Avery tapped her elegantly shod foot irritably against the walk, not impressed by the kerfuffle. She hadn't actually planned to go out tonight, but about a chapter into a cheesy romance novel she had picked up for fun, an owl had arrived, carrying a package which had previously contained the shoes now on Avery's feet. Ave had been waiting for this particular pair of heel for a while since coveting them at small boutique a few weeks ago, and the sight of them had filled Avery with the urge to show them off. Though, after Avery had dolled herself up for a night out, she doubted that her heels would be getting all that much attention tonight. The initial thrill of new shoes had passed but had left behind the lingering longing for a night out of the town, consisting of copious amounts of fire whiskey, and hopefully a fair selection of handsome wizards.
Finally. Avery smiled in relief as the trio at the door were dealt with, escorted off by a group of severe looking men. Making her way up to the door Avery waltzed into the club, instantly drenched in the slick atmosphere of the club. The whole feel of the club just screamed sex, from the shiny bar that positively bustled with patrons to the dance floor that was nothing more then a dizzily whirl of people, spinning lights flashing at a speed that showed only glimpses of various dancers as they grinded against each other. Smirking Avery watched the dance floor for a few minutes, debating on joining the throng gyrating to the thumping bass of music. In the end her thirst won out, and Ave turned, slipping through the crowd to the front of the bar. Leaning against the cool metal surface of the bar top Avery called out her order to the bartender, waiting for her drink to show up.
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Post by blaze3 on Mar 14, 2010 20:51:02 GMT -5
SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW , THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING !
Rewind. Play. Rewind. Play. The cerulean blue eyes narrowed, the corners of his lips fell. The fifth time watching the match, and yet it still managed to make the young male angrier every time he watched it, “What is it with qudditch players these days? None can score a decent goal.” He grumbled and groaned while pushing himself to his feet. Glancing over towards the clock that perched on his bedside table, David sighed and began to unbutton his shirt. He needed a shower before he went anywhere. Where exactly had he planned on going? After watching such a pathetic and disappointing game, he needed a beer, a nice cold beer would do him perfectly, and perhaps a pretty little woman who he could escort back home with him. Thankfully Michael had been brought to David’s mothers’ house for the weekend, so that pretty much meant he was child-less for the next forty-eight hours.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, David exited the bathroom, feeling a lot more calmer than he was fifteen minutes ago. As his eyes scanned the room, they fell upon a house-elf who was hurryingly trying to clean the room up before David got out of the shower. “Ozzy, what are you doing?” He asked, securing the towel around his waist as he walked over to the wardrobe. “Ozzy’s just fixing the room up for master. Ozzy knows how master like his room clean, and how much he likes to read the Daily Prophet.” Smirking at the elf’s words, David turned to see the little creature holding out the prophet towards him. Taking the newspaper off the elf, he signalled for Ozzy to leave the room immediately, before turning the page of the Prophet. To say that David was surprised to see a picture of him and his apparent ‘girlfriend’ Avery Krum would be a lie. It would seem the media had been rather interested in the pair and had already classified the two as a ‘couple’ but even David couldn’t protest, the two had been sleeping together for months, it was about time the media classified them as something. Throwing the paper onto his bed, David turned his attention back to the wardrobe, immediately grabbing the first thing he saw. Which just happened to be a suit. No matter where he was going, he always had some dress sense.
Moving through the crowds of people that lined up to get into the nightclub, David was in no mood to wait, he didn’t have that sort of time. Ignoring the complaints, David nodded to the bouncers before making his way into the club. With a small smirk, he made his way towards the bar, with little difficulty. He had managed to slip passed the drunken people without alcohol being thrown over him or some woman throwing herself at him. Now that just wasn’t classy. David always went for women who had class, and attitude. He wasn’t a big fan off girls who threw themselves at his feet, and that was exactly why David made his way towards Avery after spotting her leaning over the bar. Once close enough to the irresistible blonde, his arms snaked around her waist and he brought his lips to her ear, “Hello beautiful,” David had always greeted her like that, no matter if they where arguing, talking or even writing owls to one another. It was the truth after all.
[/color] i hope you like this post of seven six three , i put alot into it. this thread is tagged for the infamous avery krum , we're going to be having tons of fun in this thread babe. and if you must know it's completed . these kick ass lyrics are from escape the fate , leave it on babe. now get started on posting, i'm waiting.
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Post by avery on Mar 16, 2010 23:37:40 GMT -5
& turn me on baby, don't you cut me out [/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------A damp hand fell on her bare shoulder, a sweaty palm catching her shoulder in a friendly squeeze. It felt disgusting against her skin and Avery Whirled her head around to see whoever had approached her, wrinkling her nose as she spotted a man at least a few years older then herself. Shifting she moved away from him as sharply as the wave of people around her would allow, dislodging his hand from her shoulder. “Do I know you?” She questioned, not in the mood to deal with this. Normally Avery would be all for flirting with strangers but this was a man who obviously hadn’t aged well, his face round and puffy, and all the designer shirts in the world unable to hide the paunch that peeked over his waistline. “Awe sweetheart, you don’t remember me?” The man gave her an expectant smile but it must have been obvious to him that this man wasn’t clicking anywhere in Avery’s memory, prompting him to add, “Georgie, from school!” Oh yeah. Him. He had been in his 7th year when she was in her 5th and they had a brief thing but obviously nothing memorable. “No, sorry I don’t.” Lying smoothly Avery turned away dismissively, pretending to become distracted with her drink order.
The bartender passed her with a harried smile, setting down her order hastily. It was crowded in the club tonight and the bar was a mess of people screaming for their alcohol. Glancing down to the drink in front of her Avery was surprised to see two glasses in front of her. One was her order and the other was some fruity cocktail, a swirling mix of pink and blue liquid, spelled so that little sparks dance around the top of the glass. The barman must have caught her confusion and looked pointedly towards the other end of the bar, “Compliments of him,” He muttered above the drone of noise before sweeping away to placate the noisy crowd. Following the direction he had pointed in Avery looked for her mysterious benefactor. He was easy to spot out, since he was staring at her with a broad inviting smile. He was a handsome enough bloke Avery noted, running her finger around the top of her glass. She was considering going over when a warm arm wrapped around her waist, a familiar teasing voice in her ear dispelling her previous thoughts.
It was amusing, how the media had created such a frenzy about the pair. Until today it had only been the cheaper tabloids, like Witches Weekly that hinted at her relationship with David but today it seemed that even the Prophet had jumped on the bandwagon, settling the matter. One of her friends had even sent her a clipping from some out there newspaper, where the author had waxed poetic about how the two of them were involved in some quidditch crazed cult and that they were only together to ensure some sort of gene or hereditary trait. Avery had had a good laugh about that one, positive that the article had come from the Quibbler. Not that any of the publications were even relatively close with their silly label of course. Avery and David weren’t a couple. Just friends that liked to sleep together. Avery smirked at the thought, wondering what the silly journalists would think if they ever came out with that statement. Whatever, Avery wasn’t going to knock it if it kept the attention on her. She thrived for the spotlight, and this faux relationship would provide a little entertainment for the masses that couldn’t keep their noses out of their gossip rags.
Leaning back into David’s embrace Avery lifted her head up to his ear, “Mmm, Hey babe.” She greeted him with a light kiss on the cheek, trailing her lips along the line of his face. “Didn’t think you were going to be out tonight.”
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