Post by conor halifax bryant on Jul 24, 2009 2:00:01 GMT -5
w e ' r e o n b u r l e s q u e t i m e ,
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[/sub][/font][/size][/color]oh hai there! my name is olivia and i'm a pretty smokin' girl. you may have seen me around before. after all, i have been roleplaying for 2 years. i'm pretty awesome and i dig equally awesome people, which is why my playby is cam gigandet. he's pretty gnarley. anyway, not only do i play this hot dude, but i also play ---. i'm the coolest - i even read the rules! want proof? mixit. exactly!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/blockquote]well hey there, beauty. what's your name?isn't beauty kind of feminine for a guy? i'll take it though. you're not too bad yourself. anyway. my name. i'm conor halifax bryant. my family is british, that's where the halifax came from. i think someone from my mom's family lived there? yeah whatever. obviously the bryant came from my mom marrying my dad. and i'm not really sure what conor is from. but i guess my parents just liked the name.pretty name! how many years have you been blessing this world with your presence?please stop with the pussy adjectives. but uh. i've been blessing this world for twenty one years.tell me, why are you here again?i'm a graduated citizen. i'm living here because it's an amazing city, and i love it. also the food and girls. but mostly girls.do you prefer boys, girls, or both?is that a serious question? do you know who i am? i like girls. not like, adore.tell me about your love life, sweetie.i'm going to pretend you didn't just call me sweetie. i like hooking up. i like having sex. i like never hearing from the girl again. i invented hit it and quit it. well, obviously not, but i'm a huge disciple of the technique. i don't do relationships. ever. i did once. didn't work out, to put it lightly. i hate that girl.what do you like to do?look at girls in bikinis. smoke newports. drink goldschlager. drive my jeep commander. have sex with girls. meet new people. go to parties. sleep in late. i don't know. read?what grinds your gears?clingy girls. don't even get me started on them. tuna fish. it reeks. menstruation, because it's the ultimate cock block. zac efron, because of his hair. the united states. it smells bad. my ex girlfriend, the only one.what makes you cower in fear?okay, nothing makes me "cower", first of all. but spiders are creepy as shit. and i don't know, honestly, i'm afraid of being in a relationship again. i mean, if you repeat this, i'll mutilate you. but ever since my last girlfriend, i just.. i don't want to be in that situation again. i can't be vulnerable like that. it scared me. it still does. ...shit. next question.tell me - are you an innocent little one?again, do you know who i am? i have never been, nor will i ever be, innocent.ha! i knew it! what're some of your secrets? i won't tell!that bitch i mentioned earlier? i was in love with her. i.. i still am. but i will deny that so hard if anyone asks.what about your parents? are they good people?my parents are good people i guess. i don't hear from them much. they were really rich and never part of my childhood. they just sent me to boarding school and wrote a lot of checks. i think they meant well but they didn't do so well, if that makes sense. i don't resent them for it because honestly i don't care all that much. i'm fine without them.surely you have some siblings?i'm an only child actually. and i'm glad i don't have siblings.what do you want to do with your life?i want to stay here, probably. maybe open a bar or something. maybe settle down, eventually, but that's not too likely. i don't really know. i like to live in the moment, stupid as that sounds.you're amazing! tell me something else, love.thanks. i love french onion soup.
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after having been born and raised in paris and then moving to new york city for several years, it was difficult for rosie maxine arceneau to decide what exactly she considered to be her home. especially when she was constantly going back and forth between the two. she'd moved to the us in her freshman year of high school and to her surprise, loved it there. she adapted incredibly well, made many new friends, and spent her time with them partying and stirring up trouble. but when things started to get a little too complicated, rosie gladly took her father up on his offer to send her back to france to live with her brother in st. tropez for her junior year. she figured she could use a break to visit her old friends, and to have a hiatus from her new ones. but truthfully, she became rather nostalgic. she loved spending her days drinking cafe au lait on the steps of school, smoking weed at le vieux port and tanning on the beach, but after having gotten used to america, she missed all her friends. she knew she wasn't missing out on a lot because evelyn was fiji, nero was graduating, and everyone else was probably just bored, but still she'd wished that she could've been with them as well. not that she'd ever really say it.
----so when it was time for rosie to leave st tropez and return to new york, she was actually excited. it was her senior year, and she was looking forward to wreaking incredible amounts of havoc with all her friends all over the city. of course, when she'd talked to augustus st. croix online and he invited her over to hang out at his house, and inevitably get loaded, she jumped at the offer. he would probably invite their other friends, and it'd most likely turn into a party, as most of their get togethers did. rosie smiled while thinking about it, it was practically impossible to deny how much she was looking forward to it. there were really very few negatives to the situation, if any. she was going to get fucked up with augustus, one of her close friends and hands down one of the most gorgeous seniors at birch wathen lennox school. her attraction to him was equally undeniable. there was a horrible misconception that french guys were the hottest, rosie knew too well this was untrue. there was like a 4:1 ratio of hideous guys to hot ones. most of them either had some awkward feature such as plaguing acne or a crooked nose, or they were just downright ugly. and the ones that were remotely attractive always thought they were hotter than they were and usually turned out to be gay. of course, being rosie, she found a good amount of decent looking ones to hook up with while she was in france, but still, she missed american boys. especially the ones that looked like augustus and nero.
----rosie kept all of this in mind as she signed off ichat and closed her silver macbook. she was sprawled out on her four poster king sized bed in her 800 square ft bedroom. her room had a classic feel to it, hardwood floors and a stone fireplace in the corner. there were big windows and several comfortable white chairs. she also had a large window connected to the fire escape. the fire escape was difficult to maneuver because the arceneaus lived in a penthouse apartment, but the handful of guys that rosie brought home and asked to leave via said fire escape didn't seem to mind the long descent. most of the room was done in white and gray colors, and it was all to big for the seventeen year old, not that she had any complaints. she was given such a large room because her parents were rarely home and her brother lived in a different continent. there was a huge walk in closet and bathroom complete with the most unnecessary amenities such as a hot tub as well as a two person bathtub and shower. the tiles were heated so her feet would always be comfortable on the cold winter mornings.
----thinking about her bathroom made rosie realize it was an opportune time to take a shower and make her way over to augustus' place. she stretched on her bed, then sat up and hopped off, padding across the room to her connected bathroom. dropped all of her clothes and stepping into the steaming shower, rosie tried to keep it quick. she knew better than to rush over to augustus' and give him the idea that shew as incredibly eager, but let's face it, she was. she massaged her john frieda shampoo into her long amber hair and washed herself off. then she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, drying off. she twisted her wet hair on top of her head and walked into her closet, selecting black la perla underwear and slipping it on. she then decided on a tan off the shoulder dress, brown leather belt and black suede heels. rosie returned to her bathroom, put on her make up and brushed her teeth. she blew her hair out and spritzed on her favorite perfume, stella by stella mccartney. she glanced at herself in the mirror again and headed for the door. on the way down the elevator she contemplated whether or not take a cab. conveniently, the doorman had just hailed one when she arrived outside so she took it. most likely it was for someone else, but the doorman could always hail for another, couldn't he? she reached into her bag and pulled out a pack of newports, lighting one with a bic lighter. most girls, especially french ones, preferred to smoke more high end, glamorous cigarettes. rosie was as non-pretentious as could be and felt there was really nothing like a newport, so she stuck to those. as she arrived in front of the st. croix's building, she paid the cab driver and hopped out, dropped her dead cigarette on the curb and squishing it with her heel. she pranced up the steps and throught he door to the elevator. she'd been there enough times that she didn't need assistance getting inside. arriving in front of the door which was unlocked, as expected, she opened it and stuck her head inside. "augie?" she called out cautiously.
----so when it was time for rosie to leave st tropez and return to new york, she was actually excited. it was her senior year, and she was looking forward to wreaking incredible amounts of havoc with all her friends all over the city. of course, when she'd talked to augustus st. croix online and he invited her over to hang out at his house, and inevitably get loaded, she jumped at the offer. he would probably invite their other friends, and it'd most likely turn into a party, as most of their get togethers did. rosie smiled while thinking about it, it was practically impossible to deny how much she was looking forward to it. there were really very few negatives to the situation, if any. she was going to get fucked up with augustus, one of her close friends and hands down one of the most gorgeous seniors at birch wathen lennox school. her attraction to him was equally undeniable. there was a horrible misconception that french guys were the hottest, rosie knew too well this was untrue. there was like a 4:1 ratio of hideous guys to hot ones. most of them either had some awkward feature such as plaguing acne or a crooked nose, or they were just downright ugly. and the ones that were remotely attractive always thought they were hotter than they were and usually turned out to be gay. of course, being rosie, she found a good amount of decent looking ones to hook up with while she was in france, but still, she missed american boys. especially the ones that looked like augustus and nero.
----rosie kept all of this in mind as she signed off ichat and closed her silver macbook. she was sprawled out on her four poster king sized bed in her 800 square ft bedroom. her room had a classic feel to it, hardwood floors and a stone fireplace in the corner. there were big windows and several comfortable white chairs. she also had a large window connected to the fire escape. the fire escape was difficult to maneuver because the arceneaus lived in a penthouse apartment, but the handful of guys that rosie brought home and asked to leave via said fire escape didn't seem to mind the long descent. most of the room was done in white and gray colors, and it was all to big for the seventeen year old, not that she had any complaints. she was given such a large room because her parents were rarely home and her brother lived in a different continent. there was a huge walk in closet and bathroom complete with the most unnecessary amenities such as a hot tub as well as a two person bathtub and shower. the tiles were heated so her feet would always be comfortable on the cold winter mornings.
----thinking about her bathroom made rosie realize it was an opportune time to take a shower and make her way over to augustus' place. she stretched on her bed, then sat up and hopped off, padding across the room to her connected bathroom. dropped all of her clothes and stepping into the steaming shower, rosie tried to keep it quick. she knew better than to rush over to augustus' and give him the idea that shew as incredibly eager, but let's face it, she was. she massaged her john frieda shampoo into her long amber hair and washed herself off. then she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, drying off. she twisted her wet hair on top of her head and walked into her closet, selecting black la perla underwear and slipping it on. she then decided on a tan off the shoulder dress, brown leather belt and black suede heels. rosie returned to her bathroom, put on her make up and brushed her teeth. she blew her hair out and spritzed on her favorite perfume, stella by stella mccartney. she glanced at herself in the mirror again and headed for the door. on the way down the elevator she contemplated whether or not take a cab. conveniently, the doorman had just hailed one when she arrived outside so she took it. most likely it was for someone else, but the doorman could always hail for another, couldn't he? she reached into her bag and pulled out a pack of newports, lighting one with a bic lighter. most girls, especially french ones, preferred to smoke more high end, glamorous cigarettes. rosie was as non-pretentious as could be and felt there was really nothing like a newport, so she stuck to those. as she arrived in front of the st. croix's building, she paid the cab driver and hopped out, dropped her dead cigarette on the curb and squishing it with her heel. she pranced up the steps and throught he door to the elevator. she'd been there enough times that she didn't need assistance getting inside. arriving in front of the door which was unlocked, as expected, she opened it and stuck her head inside. "augie?" she called out cautiously.
