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Post by cparson on Mar 11, 2010 2:57:05 GMT -5
 Chris hadn't been out on the town much since a few months ago, when his studies in the dark arts started getting to the point where they kept him up at night. The things people could do without showing any remorse was just... insane, really. The heartless death eaters constantly ruining life after life... it all got immensely frustrating as he tried to sort it out. Sighing, Christopher made his way to his tiny closet, pulling out a rugged looking t-shirt and a pair of worn-down jeans. The shirt somehow looked completely demolished and dirty even though it had just been cleaned, and it was just another mystery to Chris. Laundry, extensive cooking, and death eaters. An odd mix, yes, but it made one hell of a personality... if you ever got him to talk.
"Son of a..." muttering as he whacked his head on a loose something-or-other in the one-bedroom apartment he stayed at, Chris moved toward the door, sliding his shoes on over the only pair of socks he seemed to own. He looked like a grungy hobo at best, and his apartment looked like a pack rat met up with a Harvard Law student. Books, clothes, and other useless junk laid all around - save for food of course. He was a pack rat, not a slob. Sliding a leather coat on over his tee, he pulled the door open and walked outside, not bothering to shave the stubble accumulated on his chin and cheeks. It blocked out the slight breeze in the soon-to-be-spring air anyway, so it wasn't a major loss or anything.
A good thirty minute walk later, Chris reached the end of the line for entry to the Seduction Night Club. It wasn't as long as the weekends, given it was a Wednesday, but hey... not like he minded not waiting in line for eight hours for a few shots of firewhiskey. Fifteen minutes passed, a short time for him, and he walked past the bouncers into the club. Weaving in and out of the crowds of drunk girls, horny guys, and bouncers had become a regular thing for him since moving to this side of town. Slipping past a girl he could've sworn he recognized from the school, he quirked a brow and ordered a firewhiskey from the guy behind the bar, leaning on both elbows as the music behind him already started to fade into background noise.
!words: 405
!tagged for: Alina Longbottom
!status: complete!
!comments: sorry, very detailed first post XD more talky less description next one, promise. c:
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Post by alina on Mar 11, 2010 18:07:32 GMT -5
 Watch me I'm
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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.
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.
Tonight, however, was her night off from whatever job she had and decided to make the most of it. She found herself amongst the crowded Seduction Night Club, almost completely drunk and having the time of her life. She had came with some of her friends, most have which had gone off to the hotel rooms with a guy. Alina, however, was looking for the perfect one to catch her eye. She didn't want an easy score tonight. No, she wanted a challenge. She wanted someone fun and who would be amazing in bed. Then, like the gods were finally favoring her, Alina felt a guy slip past her and head to the bar. Alina stopped dancing and gazed at him. Her eyes were like darts looking for the perfect target. Smirking, Alina headed towards the bar and took a seat next to the man. To act casual, Alina ordered a drink from the bar and pretended not to notice the man for about two minutes before finally noticing him. He did look strangely familiar but she really couldn't place a name on him at the moment.
"So tell me, what's a handsome man such as yourself doing out tonight without a girl at your side?" Alina said in a seductive voice. Alina was very attractive. She had piercing blue eyes that could rip your heart out and a smile that could eat you whole. On this particular night she was wearing a simple red strapless dress that barely touched the middle of her thigh. Every guy wanted her and ever girl wanted to be here. Question is, was this guy ready to take an adventure with this seductress?
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WORDS: 526
LYRICS: Evacuate the Dance Floor - Cascada
COMMENTS: alina is a slut XD
CREDIT: All credit goes to me, Kelsey, for this lovely thing.
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Post by cparson on Mar 11, 2010 19:31:44 GMT -5
The club was basically the same scene every night. Every dark corner was full of either some girl too drunk to walk getting pinned to a wall, some guy too drunk to walk getting pulled onto a chair, or even the somewhat rare drug deal between adults or students. Giving a nod to the bartender as his drink was laid in front of him, he drank down half the glass smoothly, not wanting to get completely hammered, but still wanting to get drunk. After all, firewhiskey was the drink of choice around here and it wasn't any question as to why. It did the job, but it left room for sobriety as well. Not noticing the coming and going of several people joining and leaving him at the bar, his eyes stayed on his hand around the glass, until the reflection caught a bright red dress, his eyes turned slightly to see the woman sitting next to him just as she spoke.
A handsome man was the line that got a subtle smirk to cross his face as he turned slightly to show he was paying attention, or at least pretending to. Eying her curiously, he saw the way her body curved, fitting perfectly into the strapless number. Women weren't exactly his forte, never were, but that didn't mean he couldn't admire her. Hell, most women preferred silent admirers to bumbling fools in the first place. The fact that she clearly had alcohol on her breath made his job easier, drunks were much easier to either talk to or run away from given the situation. "I don't need a woman to have a good time," he answered her casually, taking another drink of his firewhiskey. "And, to be honest, drunken girls usually aren't much worthwhile fun anyway." Finishing the drink, he got the bartenders attention for another as he kept his eyes on the woman's, noticing hers were the same piercing blue many accused his of being. He could see why people admired them so, they were beautiful on her.
Tapping his finger silently on the bar, his eyes averted back to the bartender as his second drink was served. "What's a clearly beautiful woman like yourself doing here instead of on the dance floor? Surely the wolves are out tonight, I would've thought all the beauties were drunk and in hotel rooms by now." It wasn't meant to be a rude statement, per se, but honest. Most of the women at the club were here to get drunk and get laid, and the way she was dressed screamed she was here for the same. He'd been wrong before, but let's be honest. Judging a book by its cover worked more often than people gave it credit for, and it'd save you from pointlessly chasing a woman who's here not for conversation, but for a good time.
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!tagged for: Alina Longbottom
!status: Complete!
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Post by alina on Mar 13, 2010 20:59:11 GMT -5
Watch me I'm
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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.
From the moment this man spoke, Alina could tell that this man was not like the typical ones she often encountered. Whenever Alina would present that line she would have been up in a hotel room within the next minute but as she heard this man speak she could get a different vibe, which she liked. She would have to change her whole game if she stood a chance of getting this man.
"Oh, an independent man I see. You are right though. Most girls in here and blond and can't seem to hold their liquor. Amateurs," Alina said in her seductive voice, rolling her eyes and smirking slightly. Crossing her long, smooth legs, Alina took a drink and very casually moved her eyes away from the man. Once she placed her drink down, she placed her eyes back on the man with the same seductive smile still on her face. Everything about Alina was intoxicating. It was that french blood of hers that made any man flock to her. There was no doubt that she was not a Longbottom. Truth be told, she had been adopted by the Longbottoms after her parents were murdered. That was probably one of the causes to her slutty behavior.
"The dance floor is boring. I got tired of being hit on by total gits. Sure most of my friends have gone off to the hotel rooms by now but I am not that easy. I don't just let any man take me back to my hotel room," Alina said, the playful smile still on her red luscious lips. Her dark, long hair and ruby red lips stood out greatly against her pale skin. You could see that in her eyes she was a determined girl. She would do whatever it took to get what she wanted.
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WORDS: 433
LYRICS: Evacuate the Dance Floor - Cascada
COMMENTS: sorry it sucks !
CREDIT: All credit goes to me, Kelsey, for this lovely thing.
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Post by cparson on Mar 14, 2010 22:42:52 GMT -5
Chuckling as she claimed he was an independent man, he gave a half-shrug, taking a drink from his second firewhiskey. He planned to drink this one much slower, convincing himself only a few drinks would be necessary. Besides, the longer he made his drinks last, the longer he could enjoy this woman's company - however awkward it was for him. She was beautiful, all her features seemingly perfect, but those were the ones he was scared of. The ones who could play the perfect woman until they got what they want, and then they'd disappear into the night. He'd seen it happen to man after man in club after club, and he was determined not to be 'that guy'. "Amateurs, indeed. If you're gonna drink, drink hard. If you can't, don't bother. At least that's my motto." When he came to the club to drink, it was mainly to get smashed, manage to find his way back home, pass out, and go to work the next day hangover or not. Usually he passed the hangover phase and went right back into drinking the next night.
Unable to keep his eyes off her pale, slender legs as she crossed them, Chris smiled slightly to himself. The woman had legs that went all the way up, as the phrase said, and the red dress complimented them perfectly. He almost had to resist the urge to lick his lips at the sight, but thankfully he was around enough attractive women often enough to be used to it for the most part. The way she casually looked away and back at him was only one of the tell tale signs that she was determined to get whatever she wanted, and his first thought figured that it was him. He was, for the most part, the only one at the bar who wasn't attached to someone by the mouth. "Well, if the dance floor's so boring, there goes my asking you to dance." Smirking to show the sarcasm (as if it wasn't potent in his voice), Chris took a swig of his whiskey, peering around to see the dance floor just as packed as if it was early in the night still. It seemed no matter how many men and women filed out, twice as many filed back in.
"What kind of skills must a guy have to get you in bed then? So I can practice, of course." Sarcasm still lightly lined his voice as he spoke to her, his eyes occasionally glancing down to her bright red lips. Even if she'd had a tan, those lips would've been bright enough to light up a room, and somehow she worked it. Chris had seen many women try to pull off the bright or ruby red look with ghost white skin, and it never seemed to work. This woman, whose name he not only had but wasn't interested in, must've had all kinds of practice under her belt for making this work. And with the way many men had glanced over and stared, he was sure she'd taken half the men in this club home with her at some point. Did that matter? Not so much. She wasn't radiating or bragging about it so far, and it was somewhat a relief she wasn't flaunting her sexiness more of displaying it proudly.
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!tagged for: Lizzy!
!status: Complete!
!comments: hurrah! a good post!
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