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From: The restaurant at the end of the universe....
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|The radio alarm clock seemed to wake up with the rising sun. It blasted music accompanied by a voice that made you wonder if that guys throat hurt. Rourke did now stir in his bed. He laid there undisturbed by the blaring metal symphony in his ears. It must have been a fun night.
His mother who had heard the music from downstairs made her way to what she now referred to as the disaster part of the house. She pounded on the door a few times before asking her husband to turn the lock with a screw driver. She turned the alarm off and Rourke sprung awake.
"What are you doing in my room?!?!" He shouted as his mother ran out of the room and closed the door behind her. He swallowed down a chemical taste in his throat from whatever he must have snorted the night before. It didn't stop his angry call. "I locked the door! Don't come in here ever again! I don't go in your room!"
He made his way to the bathroom adjoined to his room. His skin was coated with a night sweat that hit him even in just his boxers. A pouch appeared from underneath the sink. He tied himself off with an old bandanna. The needle injected the vile liquid and Rourke started to feel like himself again.
"We are gonna find a job today, Rourke." He said to himself in the mirror. He needed to go downtown anyway his stash was getting low. He showered and dressed as usual.
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|Martin's watch beeped, signifying the end of the hour. Or the beginning, it didn't really matter, but the end sounded so much more dramatic. He flipped up the collar of his coat to protect him from the cold that the car's heater should have. He probably could afford to fix it, but a good PI always had to have a beat up car: it kept them in a bad mood.
He returned his large binoculars to his eyes and watched the couple sleeping. 'Couple' wasn't the proper word. Lovers. Close friends. Fuck-buddies. Whichever word was correct, he was watching them. These were the only jobs Martin got: jealous husbands and wives, suspicious about their spouse's loyalty, while they were usually the one sleeping around. No one seemed to commit cunning heists or daring kidnappings in this day and age.
The boy jolted awake, and Martin panned to the front of the building to see what had aroused him. The husband, the man who had hired him, returning early at an attempt to do Martin's job. He read the man's lips as he called out his wife's name.
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|Adrianne put her hand on her alarm clock as she grabbed her shirt and put it on her naked body. She walked to her kitchen rubbing her eye stretching and looked over at her coffee pot. She slapped it and it began to run. Adrianne sniffed the air and sighed. "Mmm..." She smacked her lips and poored herself a bit of cereal.... "Damn..." she said aloud as one puff rooled out. "Okay more cereal, gotcha."
She looked at her coffee pot and poored herself a mug. Adrianne put her lips to the mug and slurped down the warm caffeine drink. The phone rang. She walked over and picked up the phone. "Hello, Sterling residence..." She said toward the receiver.
"When are you going to give up? He's gone... he's not going to love you."
Adrianne blinked. "Excuse me? You got the wrong number... I bet you want 567-820 ONE, not 8204. She's the bitch you need to talk to okay?"
Adrianne. "From what I know, the chick next door is the one that has all the crazy ass phone calls. She cheats on her boyfriend all the time. Who were you trying to reach?"
"That's her... have a good morning okay? And have fun with your cheating husband too..." Adrianne hit the spot right on target. She put on a pair of underwear and opened her locked door walking over to the next door neighbor. "Hey you need to stop giving all your married men MY number!"
"FUCK OFF!!!" Screamed the chick.
She walked back across the hall and walked into her door.
She got dressed and walked out to her car and sat on the hood to think for the next two hours. Where am I going in life? she thought.
Have you ever spent days and days and days making up flavors of ice cream that no ones ever eaten before? Like chicken and telephone ice cream?...Green mouse ice cream was the worst.
From: The Dreaming
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|The drum solo Arabic music sounds off as her alarm goes off. Cassandra reaches over to press the snooze button, only to realize she had moved the alarm across the room to keep her from doing that. She sighed and sat up stretching, letting the music play on.
She walked to the bathroom, shedding her clothes, nude once in the bathroom and right into the shower. Her eyes fully opened as the cold water hit her still warm body, yelping at the sudden sensation.
She finishes showering and puts on her usually get up of a black gypsy flowing skirt with a red coin scarf around her hips and a red peasant style shirt with belled sleeves. She combs out her hair and the wraps a black bandanna over her long black hair and puts on the usual gold hoop earing.
She looked in the mirrow and sighed. She hated doing this hokey get-up, but nobody took her seriously if she didn't do it. "You could have warned me granny."
She walked into the kitchen and ate a quick breakfast of cold cereal and a glass of OJ and then went out into the front room. She lit a few sticks of incense and a few candles and put on the mystical sounding music before unlocking the front door to her fortune telling shop and flipping the sign to open. She then takes a seat behind the counter and waits to see what fate has in store for her on that day,
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|Daren opens his eyes. No alarm, no external noise woke him, he just... woke up.
At 7:00 in the morning on the dot every morning he would wake. He groaned and
dragged himself out of bed and towards the bathroom, body aching and a bone
deep weariness attempting to drag him back to his bed but, once awake, he would
remain awake until bed time. At 2:00 a.m.
Running a bar had it's perks, but it was also difficult and tiring. "I really need to
think about hiring some help," he muttered as he turned on the shower. He cleaned
himself quickly, shaved and trimmed his goatee then tied his waist length brown
hair back into a tight, but simple, braid.
Heading downstairs he ate a quick breakfast, started up the kitchen, turned on
the jukebox and put in a few choice songs before he opened the door at 9:00 and
turned the "OPEN" sign around.
As he walked back to sit behind the bar the strains of Disturbed started playing
and he sang along to the song.
"If this disturbs you then walk away, you will remember the night you were struck
by the sight of, 10,000 fist in the air!"
He picked up a book on Rennaisance Artists and began reading.
Lord Vulkas Mormonus
High Xeodent of Xeomerica.
From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way
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|George didn't bother opening his eyes as the alarm clock went off. Instead, he stretched out his arm and pressed the snooze button. he didn't have to be at work for another hour, he'd be fine.
Five minutes later, the alarm clock went off again. Why, oh why, did he have to have a job where he needed to go to work at 8:00AM?!
That what he got for dropping out of high school...
He got up out of his bed, and went to the bathroom, where he brushed his teeth. He saw the flosh on the counter...no, he could skip flossing for just one day...
He wandered over to the kitchen, where he opened up a twinkie and began eating. He liked twinkies...they tasted good.
After eating, He got into his car. He was a used car salesman, and it had its advantages. Who wouldn't want to get their own choice of great looking and cheap cars?
He began driving, yawning tiredly.
This isn't about you and your loud mouth,
This is about me and my fucking beard.
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|Ashton loved the feeling of silky satin sheets against his skin. It was so soothing, so tranquil, it erased all his fears and worries with it's beckoning comfort. But those few precious moments sliding his skin against the lining of exotic fabric came to an abrupt end when a door opened and shut in the apartment he was currently in. Fuck.
Ashton looked over at the naked woman beside him, remembering her name just as the new visitor called it out. "Darlene!" The main yelled, opening and closing cabinets. Ashton quickly threw on his clothes, and he looked disheveled, but he had no time to care. He currently wore a pair of light blue jeans, a tight black belt, a bright yellow shirt with black lettering, and a thin blue hooded jacket. He looked around the bedroom and noticed a window, his only escape. He opened it and climbed out, getting a rude awakening from the sights and sounds of the city. He quickly jogged down the fire escape and made a brisk jog down 22nd street until he reached his car. Sighing, he climbed inside and flipped the ignition on. He turned on the radio and listened intently to the smooth jams of HelloGoodbye as he caught his breath and reclined his chair.
Just another day...
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|The husband, the man who had hired him, returning early at an attempt to do Martin's job. Martin turned back to the boy, who was already halfway out the window, and beginning his descent down the fire escape. Martin, still planning on getting paid for this job put his car into drive and slowly followed the young adulterer to his own vehicle, where he just... sat there.
Martin brought a cigarette to his lips and lit it with a match. Well this was unusual. And it would probably take a while, which irked Martin's desire for a heater even more.
\"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\"
From: Philadelphia, P.A.
Since last post: 157 days
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|(OOC: Posted my charrie in the discussion thread. )
BIC: Bria groaned as the sun shone through her newly opened eyes. She didn't move for a few moments, but rather blinked several times before realizing where she was.
"Shit!" She exclaimed as she sprang in an upright position. Once again, she had fallen asleep over her paperwork and school assignments. Books and papers were sprawled across her desk, as well as her lap, the nightstand, and her bed behind her. It didn't take her long, however, to put everything in the proper folder. At least her mess was always organized.
Still wrapped up in a frenzy, Bria dashed into her bathroom, snatched her tooth brush and squeazed toothpaste on the bristles. A few seconds later, she burst through her bathroom door, still in her nightshirt, hoping on one foot, slipping her other leg into the other skincolored legging. While using one hand to brush, she slipped into her short, gray pencil skirt and slipped her feet in her black heels. Suddenly, she felt a burning sensation in her mouth and knew that was her signal to spit out the toothpaste and rinse her mouth out.
After exiting the bathroom once again, Bria entered her small bedroom and reached into her closet for the white button down blouce. She lifted up her night shirt took her black bra which matched her black underwear out from her drawer. It wasn't hard for her to match, since most of her lingere was black. Her creamy complexion made her look good in black.
After snapping her bra into place, she threw her blouce around her shoulders and began to button it up. She then made her way over to her vanity and took out her hair brush. Quickly she ran it through her long, spiral curly hair and parted it to the side. Then, after leaving one curly strand out to fall beside her face, Bria pulled her long, black hair into a French Twist, and pinned it into place. She then sat down, but only long enough to run a touch of black mascera through her lashes. She rarely ever wore eyeliner, and her cheeks had a natural rosy glow, so blush was out of the question, along with lipstick.
Quickly, she rose to her feet. Bria threw a quick glance at her alarm clock. 7:30 it read. Usually she enjoyed sitting down to a nice breakfast, but must have forgotten to set her alarm clock the night before. "Damn it..." she mumbled. Normally she would be out the door by now. This was why she chose to shower the moment she got in the door at night. So in the event she should sleep in, that was one less thing to worry about.
When she entered her small kitchen, she opened the fridge and took a swig or orange juice, immediately making a sour face as the acidic beverage touched her tongue. Orange juice after brushing your teeth doesn't mix... she thought ruefully to herself. She then reached into her cabinet and snatched a granola bar. Just as she was about to walk out the door, Bria realized she was forgetting a few things.
She made a mad dash back to her bedroom and snatched her black blazer off her chair. She then shoved a few folders and binders into her briefcase, and snatched up her purse. She opened the granola bar and shoved it into her mouth while she buttoned her blazer, and ran out the door, locking it behind her. Bria sighed with relief as she reached her stop. Just as she got to the corner, the bus was pulling up. One day this dumb luck is going to run out... she thought to herself as she climbed onto the bus. Today there were no classes, but she still had her internship in the lawer's office and work later that night. Bria sighed as she sat down, thinking about the day ahead of her and placing her briefcase on top of her lap.
Leon D. Sagara
From: To Hell and Back
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|::Kyosuke awoke to the annoying sound of her alarm beeping in her ear. She easily hit the snooze button and rolled herself out of bed and walked into the bathroom. After stripping her underwear off she hopped into the shower and began getting ready for another day on the job::
"Wonder what will happen today over there"
:: She thought to herself as she got dressed. Her tight fitting black pants and red and black stripped shirt fit her nicely as she grabbed her gym bag before heading down to her car::
"another day in the life of a secretary. What a bore"
(Last edited by Leon D. Sagara on 08-01-07 10:39 AM)
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