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 Remy was use to travelling- with the band and everything, so being new here wasn’t really a huge deal. They had just finished up a performance not too far away- and had only arrived at this city only a few days previous. The performance was one of those trial deals at a local club- if the managers liked what they saw they might hire the band to play one night a week. Usually they ended up being those nights that were completely dead, but nevertheless it was publicity. A large, somewhat rusty looking, maroon coloured van parked outside of the café, and not too long after, in trooped the band which consisted of Remy plus three other guys, all which were between the age of 18 and 23- Remy being the youngest at 18 and Rico the bass and backup singer being the oldest. Remy headed directly to the counter, purchasing a mocha frappichino from the young girl who was probably not much older than herself. Her band mates had already busied themselves by entertaining a group of girls who were seated together in the café. Remy just rolled her eyes at them as she walked by and Luke, the lead guitarist, gave a wolf whistle- joking of course- after all the band might-as-well be her family, consisting of all brothers. Remy chuckled softly, dropping down on a couch to sip on her frappichino. Sure she loved the band and everything- but sometimes they were a little overwhelming. Remy's attentive eyes scanned the people of various types to occupied the building. This place seemed to attract every kind of person- the ones who were dressed up in slick business wear, the types who wore cotton jocking outfits, the casuals- that's where Remy fit in. She wore a pair of jeans hanging loosely off her hips and a blue halter top layered overtop of a yellow tanktop. |
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 | I will not let myself Anna was back again, despite her previous visit to this place, where she had made a complete fool of herself. It was strange the way things worked. But it didn’t matter, because in all honesty she didn’t expect that she would be running into Angelo anytime soon... or at least in a way she was kind of hoping she wouldn’t be. Of course, it did occur to her that he may be a regular at Café Brio, but that was a chance she was willing to take for a nice warm cappuccino on a cool, wet day. I heard you cry every night in your sleep. Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt picture © aleksandra, html+words © katie, lyrics © kelly clarkson |
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Caught between the stars He had been here only a couple days- long enough to get his belongings settled into the small apartment that he was renting. His own law firm would be opening up tomorrow- it would be a big day. He had finished school a year ago, gotten some work in the field and decided this was what he wanted to do. No one would have ever believed it years ago- but now here he was, heading home from his small office that he had been working on preparing today. They say silence is golden |
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NAME: gabriel s. rios AGE: twenty three SEX: italian X irish SWANG: straight ROLE: undefined THE PHYSICAL: refer to above image PERSONALITY: Besides being ultimately sexy, Gabriel is a pig headed, hot tempered, daredevil. Arrogant, selfish and an ego the size of Manhattan, Gabriel isnt the easiest person to get along with. Quick witted as well as being highly intelligent, this pretty boy is much more than just a amazing face. He has alot of depth and a lot of street smarts. A bit of a womanizer, truthfully. Gabriel works hard and plays equally as hard. HIT ME: taryn Tall, masculine, and sinfully sexy, Gabriel strode in the cafe around noon, quickly ordering a black coffee before seeking out an empty cafe table and sliding into the chair. Gabriel was tall, broad shouldered and muscular, his posture purely dominant and somewhat domineering even as he sat sipping nonchalantly at his coffee. A hair over 6'4, Gabriel kicked back, stretching out his long legs and he tilted back his blondish head, green eyes observing the throng of people milling about the cafe with mild interest. He was brand new to the area, and nowhere near finished unpacking his loft apartment which is why he decided to take a break as well as explore a bit, ending up at the trendy cafe. AIM: texasdunzo EMAIL: XpressYourself22@hotmail.com |
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Remy was use to travelling- with the band and everything, so being new here wasn’t really a huge deal. They had just finished up a performance not too far away- and had only arrived at this city only a few days previous. The performance was one of those trial deals at a local club- if the managers liked what they saw they might hire the band to play one night a week. Usually they ended up being those nights that were completely dead, but nevertheless it was publicity. A large, somewhat rusty looking, maroon coloured van parked outside of the café, and not too long after, in trooped the band which consisted of Remy plus three other guys, all which were between the age of 18 and 23- Remy being the youngest at 18 and Rico the bass and backup singer being the oldest. Remy headed directly to the counter, purchasing a mocha frappichino from the young girl who was probably not much older than herself. Her band mates had already busied themselves by entertaining a group of girls who were seated together in the café. Remy just rolled her eyes at them as she walked by and Luke, the lead guitarist, gave a wolf whistle- joking of course- after all the band might as well be her family, consisting of all brothers. Remy chuckled softly, dropping down on a couch to sip on her frappichino. Sure she loved the band and everything- but sometimes they were a little overwhelming. |
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CALL ME Noura T. Kanaan
AGE Twenty One
GENDER Female
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
ROLE Undefined.
APPERANCE Refer To Above Image
PERSONALITY Noura is quietly sexy, a reserved songstress with
an amazingly cunning intellect.
She keeps to herself and is not
quick to trust, but when she feels secure she's extremely
open and personable.
Never the type to allow herself
to be disrespected, Noura is quick
to tell you when you piss her off.
Love and be loved is her motto.
PUPPETRESS Taryn
Noura slid down in a cafe chair quietly and inconspicious to enjoy her vanilla latte with no foam. Her thick dark hair was pulled away from her face in a modest, flowing ponytail, a few escaped tendrils floating attractively around her full face. She brushed the strands away from her eyes absently with a single manicured hand, simultaneously lowering her head to sip delicately from the cardboard insulated container. Ahh, it was good. Placing the cup down on the table, she blinked as she observed her new surroundings, the motion sweeping her thick dark lashes against her round, tanned and semi rosen cheeks. Noura anxiously drummed her fingers against the oak coffee table then leaned back in the wooden back chair, deeply inhaling and exhaling. Too much nervous energy, that was for certain. Slowly she rose her toned and tanned arms over her head, stretching to ease some of the stiffness from her muscles and joints that came with 5 hour car ride and constant bending and lifting of large boxes. She half wished for company as she placed her arms back in their initial resting place atop the coffee table. She was all alone in a brand new city, and to be completely honest, she was somewhat overwhelmed and even a tad frightened.