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RD: Café Brio
Welcome to Café Brio! Quaint in atmosphere, but actually quite spacious inside, the café is the number one spot to meet people and just generally loiter around. Open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, the coffee is world-class and the snacks are always fresh. Couches are available for lounging, studying, and even napping. Make yourself at home and stay as long as you would like!
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  • I'm slipping away
    In every way
    I can't stay away
    (and I don't know why)
    I'm slipping away
     -- Salem McCartney, Tue, Oct 19 2004, 3:57pm PDT
    [o]The male that entered let out a soft sigh of relief, this looked like the sort of place that he could get by in without getting recognized. He was twenty-three years old and lucky to have reached that, the life he had lived had gone spiraling downwards since he hit twenty. All through high school he had been one of those good boys who went to participated in drama, and had good grades. The shy girls liked him because he was shy and cute, but the hot, popular ones stayed away from him because he was considered odd. When he graduated he went off to study drama at a pretty good university, and then in his second year a manager had come on the scene after seeing him in a play. His career had rocketed right onto popular television and the big screen, and of course things had changed drastically. Suddenly he had women hanging off of him everywheres, everyone wanted to be his friend, and that was also where things went wrong. He had fallen into a bad crowd, became so dependant on heroine that he needed it before he could go before a camera, and pretty soon it started to effect his acting skills. After getting rushed to the hospital when he had overdosed on his latest movie set he had been booked into a rehab centre by a judge and that was where he had spent the last three months. His manager had told him to go away from publicity, find a quiet place to try and get his life straightened out, because no director was going to want him in their movie until he had proved he was drug free for quite some time.


    His tall, thin frame was clad in a pair of warn jeans, a white t-shirt, black unbuttoned dressed shirt and an old, black leather jacket. Shaggy, dark hair hung slightly in his eyes as he stepped in and walked across the room. He seated himself down in a chair, booted feet crossed on top of a nearby coffee table. Leaning down into the chair with his hands in his pockets he settled in with his head back against the top of the chair, and his eyes closed. It had been a long drive here from L.A., and he was exhausted.[o]

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  • -- Brandon, Mon, Oct 18 2004, 8:20pm PDT
    He had finally decided to venture out among the world though he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself now that he was here. His eyes travelled around the lodge, one hand self consciously rubbing his forearm before he sat down inside on the couch. At least it was warm here, instead of outside where the brisk weather was starting to really get to him. It seemed his body was more sensitive to the elements these days, well more sensitive to everything without the drugs that used to hold him together. Now though, the only thing that kept him together was her and she was in school. Damn it. His girlfriend was in highschool, how was he supposed to feel about himself then? Oh well, he pushed the thought away in favor of just thinking of just her, making a smile cross his face.

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  • .x.+.x.](Brandon)[.x.+.x. -- Jet Santos, Mon, Oct 18 2004, 2:36pm PDT


    .x.+.x.She smiles when she sees his smile. Her hand still in his, she wondered if he had a Gf, a nice guy like him, he must have one. She stood up her hand still in his. Her chains jingle and clank her selvees fall back over the scars. She wondered if he knew his way around this place that he and well now her is condemed as a home.x.+.x.

    "Okay, going to go where exactly?"

    .x.+.x.She waited for his response, still having question lingering around in her brain. But she really wanted to know where they where going to be going. She didn't want to be a leech or a bother to this guy that made her want to live in this home, more then any other, he made her feel wanted.x.+.x.

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  • I'd lie awake for the better part of the day to be out on the road as the sky's last light burns away...
     -- Alexis Montgomery, Mon, Oct 11 2004, 8:29pm PDT
    The tall, dark vixen heaved a sigh as she made her way in - she was past the point of anger now with her situation and was leaning very forcefully on the edge of sadness. Despite her misgivings in attitude, her shapely body was still dressed to impress - another Armani suit, the cut slightly different but accomodating nonetheless, provided an ample slice of her pale skin at the chest, her delicate collarbones visible on the fringe of the collar, the waist fitted, and flaring out at the curve of her generous hip - shapely legs visible in waifish visions as the rich material moved with the motion of her walking, a pair of plain black kitten heels striking the tile with her every step. Again, she found herself travelling toward the fridge, again pulling out a bottle, and again commencing her nightly ritual of drinking her problems away.

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  • this conversation was dead on arrival -- Cory, Fri, Oct 15 2004, 9:38pm PDT
    =.skinny male was curled up on a couch in front of the fire, going over something on a piece of paper. short spikes were back to black, lip ring was back in, his many tattoos still spoilt his pale skin and if possible he'd lost more weight making him look more like a stick then before. of course, it wasn't his fault, he ate like a pig. he sighed, cracking his knuckles boredly. male had been incredibly busy, but he rathered that then sitting at home doing nothing. he liked being busy.=

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  • [.sometimes there are somethings that just bring you back to the beginning.] -- Ben, Fri, Oct 15 2004, 11:13pm PDT
    [.how did he end up back here? what was the purpose..it had been too..too long a hurful long since him and Ashlynn had been together. he truly did love her but time had sent them different places and now he needed to move onward and into the future. but how could the future come from his past? he would just have to stick around and see. he entered the place that he knew so well from many years ago. making his way towards a new refurnished couch, hazel eyes flickering around the seemingly new lodge.]

    (as you can see it's been a while since i've posted..hence the first screwed up post)

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  • And they said the law would take it in their hands
    But it never solved the problems of this land
     -- Marco Liccio, Fri, Oct 15 2004, 9:37pm PDT
    (())He male that entered went straight to the back of the room, finding a seat in the corner, feet propped up on the edge of the large chair, and a thick text book spread open on his lap. He had a knitted hat pulled down over the lovely, thick dark hair that was an inheritance from his nationality. Sometimes, expecially days such as these when it was cold and the wind seemed to nip at every inch of bared flesh, he wished he was back home in Italy, but for now he was content to be going to one of the best law schools in the country. He'd come to the lodge to get away from his older cousin's house that just seemed to be packed with people. The only thing that saved any of them was that the mansion had more rooms then it could ever find people to stay in. But no matter the space there was always far too much noise to study.(())

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  • . Say You Want Me . -- Athena, Wed, Oct 13 2004, 5:45pm PDT


    OOC: The pic will have html soon, sry 4 this...


    Coming here for the first time made her in a sort, nervous. Athena was not used to moving, and she was quite shy. That was as far as girls went, but once she saw a guy, she was all flirt. Athena was possibly the biggest flirt around. She got along with guys more than girls. She walked into the lobby smiling, beginning her flirty spell, hoping to attract someone. She pulled up a chair, and sat down quietly.

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  • Yeah, everybody here's got someone to lean on... -- Nikolai Oliveri, Fri, Oct 15 2004, 4:12pm PDT










    The large man made his way in quietly - it had been another day, dealing with the same grubby people on the streets, filing the same boring paperwork that he did everyday - the adonis needed something to stimulate his mind, and so he found himself here, probably more for curiousity's sake than anything else - he preferred to watch people and avoid talking to them. Keeping to himself, almost as though wandering in the shadows, he found himself a spot in the corner, settling into a large armchair and leaning back, tipping his head back against the stuffed back of the chair and letting a long breath out of his toned body. The lean man was wearing a pair of faded jeans with ragged heels and a gray polo shirt, his dark hair mussed rougishly. Another dollar, another day..
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    Name Me: Nikolai Jakob Oliveri.


    Age Me: 24 long summers.


    Trace Me: The beginnings of this one are humble - from a raucous ghetto in South Central LA, the young man developed a fierce aversion to authority and grew up running the streets with older guys who managed to get him into much trouble. From rough beginnings, though, he has built into an upstanding young man, one of RD's most prized police officers - he is fiercely loyal to those who are important to him, but it takes a good deal of effort to become important to him. Based on watching the abusive relationship that his parents carried on, he has had only a handful of relationships, and isn't looking for much more than basic need fulfillment - though he's not one to settle down, he's still respectful and honest. His troublesome past sometimes sticks around, haunting him in dreams and that manner of thing, but other than that, he's a model citizen, with the rough base and an occasional slip of the tongue.


    Play Me: 'Bear


    Contact Me: AIM: xnoxremedyx


    Stealers Suck

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  • I'm shedding every color...trying to find a pigment of truth beneath my skin -- Aislinn Montgomery, Tue, Oct 12 2004, 9:37pm PDT

    She was beginning to regret the decision to take a year off from college. Her friends were constantly calling her cell, talking endlessly of the new people they were meeting and the fun times they were having. She let out a sigh as she settled into the downy couch. She'd decided to come up here and have a look around, looking for a reason to stay.

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  • Some Kittens Purr, Some Kittens Claw
     -- Riley Wilson, Wed, Oct 13 2004, 10:29pm PDT
    <0> The tiny figure slowly made her way towards the lodge, her petite no taller then five feet she seemed younger then her seventeen years. Golden hair that was so pale it reminded one of pure, fresh spring sunshine framed her sweet little face. She was dressed in a soft pink sweater, and a white vest that she had zipped up to her chin, hands shoved into the pockets and her shoulders hunched against the cold. Simple hipsters clung to slim legs, with matching pink stitching that went along with the sweater and the pink sneakers on her tiny feet. She made her way easily up the steps to the lodge though with shyness that was a part of who she was. She had come here in hopes to escape the constent snapping at home, her mother spent most of the time yelling at her brother who was still at home instead of venturing off to university or college as he was supposed to have. Gentle gaze takes a look around the room, hoping to come across a kind pair of eyes who would invite her into this strange new place with welcome arms.<0>

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  • +~+Irrisistable+~+ -- Trinity, Wed, Oct 13 2004, 12:30pm PDT
    Slim figure was carried into the lodge. Tight jeans and a figure-fitting tee cover her bodice. Optics looked around, spotting a couch, she moved forward and over to it, dropping her things on the ground. Sigh of releif was emitted, glad to finally be out of that blasted car! She reached down into her backpack that lay sprawled out on the floor, and took out her cd player and head phones. Messing with the diles, she put the headphones on and turned the volume up, listening to a cd she had recored herself.
    Back home I'm known as Trinity

    To my friends and family I'm known as Trin

    I've been walking this Earth for 18 long years.

    I have long Brown/blonde locks.

    I see the world through Jade optics.

    My heart lies with, No one

    I call No place right now home.

    My blood lies within the veins of No one

    Skittles@
    Prophecy Island


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    (NT) -- Bear, Wed, Oct 13 2004, 3:13pm PDT
  • She calls early in the morning about money that I mighta spent.. it's a classic case of I-don't-know-where-it-went.. -- Nikolai Oliveri, Tue, Oct 12 2004, 1:56pm PDT












    The solitary figure made his way into the lodge, the rain that had been falling for the last few days had seeped through his old bomber jacket and soaked his hair so badly that even when he shook the loose droplets out, there were still unruly dribbles of rain tracing down his forehead and off the end of his nose. He loathed the elements, and their relentless downpouring - his shift on the streets today had been less than pleasant thanks to the weather, and now he felt chilled to his very bones. Peeling the soaking wet jacket off of his fit body, he dropped it in a pool of water on the other side of the door, toeing off the sneakers that were just as wet. He was in regular clothes now, but he didn't lose the look of an authoritarian figure, his square jaw and muscular forearms peeking out from the rolled up sleeves of his long sleeved tshirt made it evident that he was hardworking and difficult to argue with. He padded toward the kitchen, his wet socks leaving c-shaped imprints of condensation on the hardwood floor, and rummaged in the liquor cabinent until he pulled out a half bottle of whiskey, pouring just a dollop in the bottom of a glass and knocking it back easily.


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    Name Me: Nikolai Jakob Oliveri.


    Age Me: 24 long summers.


    Trace Me: The beginnings of this one are humble - from a raucous ghetto in South Central LA, the young man developed a fierce aversion to authority and grew up running the streets with older guys who managed to get him into much trouble. From rough beginnings, though, he has built into an upstanding young man, one of RD's most prized police officers - he is fiercely loyal to those who are important to him, but it takes a good deal of effort to become important to him. Based on watching the abusive relationship that his parents carried on, he has had only a handful of relationships, and isn't looking for much more than basic need fulfillment - though he's not one to settle down, he's still respectful and honest. His troublesome past sometimes sticks around, haunting him in dreams and that manner of thing, but other than that, he's a model citizen, with the rough base and an occasional slip of the tongue.


    Play Me: 'Bear


    Contact Me: AIM: xnoxremedyx


    Stealers Suck

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  • ::Bad Boy:: -- Shawn, Sun, Oct 10 2004, 8:02pm PDT

    Coming into the lodge was Shawn. Not the nicest guy a girl could find, he looked around aimlessly for one to hit on. He wasn't interested in long term relationships, but hey, he was a guy right? Most guys weren't. That wasn't to say he wasn't interested in finding his way into many girls' pants, but oh well. He found a chair, pulled it up, and sat down, running his hand through his hair, a habit.

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  • Calming Fury : Whatever you say. -- Griffin, Sun, Oct 10 2004, 8:47pm PDT








    I am Whatever you say I am : Calming Fury
    The Who and The When

    Responds to the call of: Well, if I respond its to Griffin Alexander Fury which is actually my full name; usually it's just Griffin. Sometimes, if I am in a good mood, you may be able to get away with calling me Griff but you better be damn cute to even try!

    Born a: Certified male and thats not changing anytime ever.

    Placed on the earth: Seventeen years ago, well, almost seventeen if you want me to be completely honest. I'll be seventeen on November 18th but we really don't want to be that particular about this do we? Of course not.

    Years in the institution called school : Eleven long years have been spent in one highschool after another. My parents are really hoping this one will actually hold out for the next year and a half but all one can do is wait and see.


    Beauty is only Skin Deep


    Reflection in the mirror: I hate when people ask me to describe myself because really, no matter what you say, you end up looking like an idiot. Like, right now, if I was to tell you I was well built, great hair, nice eyes, tall, attractive...I would sound like a cocky ass. If I say I am average height, not to tall, not to short, kinda skinny, long shaggy hair and plain old brown eyes...well then I just sound like a complete dog. So how about this, there's a picture included, you just check that out and form your own opinion.


    I am Whatever you say I am

    The basis of your being: My personality huh? This is a tough one. I guess I am a pretty easy going guy, really laid back and chilled out most of the time. That may be the result of a lot of weed smoked over the years but I prefer to think of it as just my core personality. Either way, I am laid back, however I got that way. I have a tendancy to be slightly impatient when I am aggravated which really isn't to often, it's hard to get me upset. I am open and friendly, I'll talk to anyone and I never ever judge people - thats a huge pet peeve of mine. As far as favorites and such as that goes I enjoy a lot of old rock music like The Clash and the Sex pistols. Some new rock isn't to bad either...oh, and I do listen to country on occasion but thats a secret and no one knows that so keep your mouth shut. I love Thai, Italian and Chinese food but hate Mexican food with a passion. Gross, nasty stuff. If there's anything else you want to know, you'll just have to talk to me.

    Reason behind the lockdown: There's really no huge story behind why I am here. I am an army brat by birth and we moved a lot, from city to city, state to state, country to country. So far in my life I have lived in Japan, Germany, Kuwait and countless states within the US. My parents thought that the moving was causing me to have a 'reculsive attitude' and thought being 'stationed' in one place for a couple of years would do me good. I don't really care where I am as long as I can get my cigarettes and a couple of tv channels. I am really an easy to please guy.





    player name: Jamie
    aim:stellarxeclipse
    email: jay_girl143@hotmail.com
    Anther place, another house, another wasted day...it was all the same, just like it was every other day of his life. His 'rents were being impossible to deal with lately and being an army brat was begining to wear thin. One hand shifted to tug up the hoodie closer to his neck to fight off the cold - he had just moved here from Hawaii, before that it was London, before then it was Tokyo...an endless amount of countries and states were listed on his had-lived-there column.

    Making his way up to the porch, he tucked the keys of his functional ion into his messenger bag before he headed inside to see what there was to see in this place. It didn't look like much, once again bored, he stepped into the crisp air of the changing seasons - lighting up a cigarette to keep him company.

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  • On and on the rain will fall
    Like tears from a star
    On and on the rain will say
    How fragile we are
     -- Bryani, Sun, Oct 10 2004, 7:33pm PDT
    It was only October and she was already getting sick of studying. Well, it wasn't so much that she was sick of studying, that she was just missing home - and therefore everything about this place was getting on her nerves. She was suffering severely from surfing withdrawal - it was hard to go from getting up every morning to hit the world-class waves before school back home, to maybe getting out there once or twice a week for some simply ordinary ones here. She was frustrated with her new school - after knowing almost everyone in her high school for her entire life, it was so different to suddenly be somewhere where she hardly got noticed. That was another thing - she was used to being one of the youngest ones amongst her family and friends, and so used to getting a lot of attention for being the 'baby' and everything that went along with that. Here, she was just another pretty face. Though, she still hadn't really gone out of her way to meet new people - but then again, she didn't even really know how to do that. Most of her friends back home, she had met before she could walk. But, it really wasn't like her to dwell on her worries, so she pushed the thoughts aside just in time to come to the realization that it had started to rain - again. Biting back a growl about the weather, she turned her gaze skyward as she pulled her sweater closer and wrapped her arms around herself - the off white knitted button-up doing little to shield her from the autumn wind and rain. She smothered a sigh and ducked her head a little, shoulders hunching as she hurried the last few steps down the path and then up the stairs to the shelter beneath the porch covering. For a moment, she lingered standing there at the top of the steps uncertainly, then finally decided she wasn't going to be driven all the way inside by a little 'sprinkle', which by that time had developed into a full-fledged shower. So, she dropped onto one side of the porch swing, and propped her Puma-clad toes up on the railing and crossed her arms underneath her chest, slouched down into the seat with head resting back...


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  • Jet -- Brandon, Sun, Oct 10 2004, 12:36pm PDT
    he looks down to her, smiling.

    "whaddya see we hop on a het plane and get out of here?"

    he smiles tenderly, glancing down at her, waiting to see her reaction. her eyes were beautiful, gorgeous. everything about her was.

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  • word -- Kayli, Sun, Oct 10 2004, 12:35pm PDT
    she smirks, watching him look at her. most of his mannerisms were like that of shane's. for some reason, most of the hitmen acted the same, except mahlon. she placed one hand over one of her ears, hearing nicky and mahlon fighting all the way across the lodge.

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  • don't make me out -- Nicky, Sun, Oct 10 2004, 12:33pm PDT
    "don't make me out to be the bad guy mahlon. when i'm gone, it's for good reasons. shit back home, people being dead, family stuff. if you've been around for weeks, i'm shocked." she looks up at his angry image, it vivid in her mind. she wore her own look of anger as she glared him down.

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  • Vindicated -- Caleb West, Sat, Oct 09 2004, 8:11am PDT
    She stepped into the lodge and looked around.
    Her hazle optics took every thing with a quick glance. Her long dirty blond hair was up in a pony tail and she wore a pair of her lavi jeans. Her white tank just barley reached the top of her jeans waist. Small part of her flat toned, taned stomach showed.
    Caleb casually walked over to an open chair and sat down. Caleb reached for her cell when it rang and answered it. It was her old fencing coach.
    "Hey Stacey?....Whats up?...No I can't make it.....Yea, well I wish tou guys luck....Mmmkkk Byes"
    She snaped her phone shut and stuffed it backl in her purse. It had been stacey asking Caleb to come back for the fencing finals but because Caleb was her she couldn'y exactly make it back in time.
    She sunk deeply into her chair and sighed. It was nice to be away. She looked around again wondering if some one would come over and say or if she would have to go hunting for company

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  • :..: Riley :..:
    -- Luke, Thu, Oct 07 2004, 1:31pm PDT
    :..: He shakes his head, replying quickly. "No..no, it's not that I don't want you around. I'm just so..shocked." He said, his voice sounding strange, even to him. He seemed to be slowly coming around, but still wore an indescriable expression on his face. He couldn't believe he'd let this happen. What kind of father would he make?

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  • ***Ianna Con't***
     -- Isaac, Fri, Oct 08 2004, 11:54am PDT
    (_)Dark eyes carassed her lovely frame, he wasn't one for many questions but that was because his eyes took in all that he needed to know. Body language was a big tell-tale in his books, and that was how he preferred to learn of people. He folded his tall, toned body into a chair not too far from her, leanig back, arms on rests, hands cupping the ends and legs stretched out comfortably before he responded.(_)"Glad to see the welcome wagon is here."(_)He stated with a smirk on his face.(_)

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  • ::Every Superhero Has A Beginning::
     -- Ruthven, Wed, Oct 06 2004, 6:45pm PDT


    Mascu enters the lodge for the first time. Sculpted torso is clad in a blue 'beater concealed by a grey hoodie, lower half in plain blue jeans. Sure it didn't make for the most exciting get up, but it sure was comfortable. He was definitely all about the comfort nowadays, finally getting away from his small family in their small house in the small town. He couldn't take anymore. So here he was -- guitar in the truck, underwear in the dufflebag, and sandals on his feet. Where life went from here, he didn't know. He's just along for the ride.

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  • :..: A Real Bad Boy Can Be A Real Good Man :..:
    -- Luke, Sun, Oct 03 2004, 12:12pm PDT
    :..: He'd went home to take a shower and refresh himself, and now appeared to be in better spirits. His light blonde hair was still damp, lying down on his head instead of spiked as usual. Ice blue eyes absently took in everyone in the room, as he wandered into the kitchen. Throwing open the fridge, he found nothing but a fruity alcohol drink, a beer, and two bottles of water. He went for the beer, popping off the top and tossing it into the trash can. His towering frame was casually clothed in a white beater and jeans, revealing his pronounced golden muscles. Taking a swig of his drink, he sought a seat. His face held it's constant lazy, cocky grin. :..:

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  • :: Cuz I'm Broken :: -- Andy, Wed, Oct 06 2004, 10:28pm PDT











    Sighing, she walked into the lobby, wondering if anyone would come to talk to her. It was quite boring around there with no one to talk to.









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  • Waiting for my Rocket
    -- Kari, Tue, Oct 05 2004, 10:12pm PDT

    I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket, waiting for my rocket to come

    Boredom had ensued and sent her heading back to this main area for some hope of being entertained by anything before she was forced to do something drastic like...clean out her car or something. A hand ran over her short hair idely, tugging her zip up hoodie closer as she briefly thought about Puck, wondering where he had disappeared to before she shook her head - instead just wandering into the kitchen to find a wine cooler and then back outside to enjoy a relaxing smoke...






    player name: Jamie
    aim:stellarxeclipse
    email: jay_girl143@hotmail.com
















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  • It's a masterpiece conspiracy.. -- Alexis, Wed, Oct 06 2004, 6:31pm PDT
    It was the third straight day of turndowns at job interviews and things were starting to look fairly bleak - in her pocketbook as well as her mind. When the going gets tough - the tough get... some cheap entertainment, if they can. Some stress relief, if they have to die trying to find it.

    Even in the midst of her small breakdown, she was a sight to behold - her mahogany and amber tresses swept back and twisted away from her face in a simple chignon, loose strands of silk tumbling down around her bare shoulders, grazing her delicate collarbones. A black, loose crocheted poncho with a wide, boat neckline and fringe just grazing her narrow waist hung over a fitted navy tank, a pair of faded, and well fit blue jeans hugging the curve of her hips nicely - it wasn't often she dressed in such a manner, but it wasn't often that she was out for a purpose such as this. Her sharp eyes scanned the room easily - she would have been at the clubs had she already arranged for someone to buy her drinks - that was what she was doing now - searching for a benefactor.

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  •  -- Isaac Benton, Mon, Oct 04 2004, 9:01pm PDT
    (_)His entrance went unnoticed by the males perhaps, but the females were bound to pick-up on his presence sooner or later. He was the tall, dark, brooding, handsome type with an ill-tempered pesonality. He was your typical wealthy family, only child, who hated the world even though he appeared to have everything, but as is usually the case there was more to what you saw. He wasn't new to the area, he had simply never bothered to come here, for some reason today he had found himself venturing into unknown territory. Striding easily in he made his way across the room.(_)

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  • She's got it all figured out
    She knows what everything's about
    And if anybody doubts her, or sings songs about her
    She's just so... Mmm
     -- Bryani, Wed, Oct 06 2004, 2:47pm PDT
    The weather forecast had called for rain, but she had woken to blue skies yet again, and just hadn't been able to make herself go to class. So, she was skipping for the afternoon and really wasn't feeling too guilty about it at all. Bag left at home this time - if she wasn't going to class, then she wasn't very well going to be doing any studying - she strolled slowly up the path towards the lodge, up a couple steps, and then turned to settle down to sit there. Her arms looped loosely around her faded denim-clad legs, she tipped her head back slightly, gaze drifting out over the grounds slowly. It was crisp out and cool in the shade, but the sun was bright and warming and she was just intent on enjoying every moment of sunshine that she could get before the clouds returned with winter in tow...


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  • What you got, they can't steal it
    No, they can't even feel it
     -- Mikayla, Wed, Oct 06 2004, 11:55am PDT
    With number one toddling along behind and number two very obviously on the way, the elegant blonde made her way slowly down the path, up the porch stairs, and then to settle herself onto the swing. An affectionately murmured word and the wave of her hand sent little Jordan off to play in the grass with the dog, so she could have herself a little bit of quiet. Between tending to her little girl, her ever-growing stomach and the energetic baby within, looking out for her cousin, and all the while trying to assure Jay that she was just fine, she was just thankful now to be out and about for a bit. She tipped her head back slightly to rest it against the back of the swing and sighed in quiet contentment, fingers linked over the prominent swell of her abdomen, an absent, sweet smile lighting her features. It always amazed her these days how over the years everything negative seemed to have escaped her memory and all she recalled were the good times. One leg folded beneath herself, her toes of her other foot pushed against the floorboards to rock the swing gently, her gaze on Jordan more often than not - always the doting mother, careful that nothing would happen to her baby girl...


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  • .+.Daughter Suicide.+. -- Mandie Lander, Wed, Oct 06 2004, 2:14pm PDT

    .+.Mandie walked in her slim pale figure slowly slanters in like a black panther. Her black eyes barign into the souls that pass by her without a word. Her blonde locks with her strip of ebony made her grunge drty looking. Her face holds a frown the black red painted lips never changing for any little peeve that walked by her even if they gave her a smile. The nicest person in the room was oviously not her. She moved her lips to let out a sound only a demon would make.+.

    "Fuck the world, bring on Death, Make it quick,"

    .+.Her words pierced like the piercings in her tongue nose and all the way up her ears. Chains dangle from all ends of her. Black dirty converse not borken in but she loved them, just like her guitar that she is lugging around. She usually played Bass but she did acustic guitar. Her mind wondering, flash back going off like a camra.+.

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  • -Josh- -- Payton, Tue, Oct 05 2004, 2:05pm PDT
    She lay there, quite for a while, finally looking up. She looked outside, noticing it was getting dark. Well, you wanna come with me to my temparary home? It's a friends aparment, but I don't think he'll mind. She waited patiently, sitting upright.

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  • .x.+.x.Living In Nightmares.x.+.x.(Brandon) -- Jet Santos, Tue, Oct 05 2004, 1:42pm PDT


    .x.She loved the way his eyes seemed so warm and welcoming and soft. Her own eyes a plae green stone color that looked like the color a a painful bruise or a infection on a cut. Babe? Did he really call her that? The only thing close to being called 'babe' was baby and that was to annoy the sh*t out of her, but his babe didn't annoy her it made her feel cared about in a way she was never was. She had a smile when he said his next 2 comments. Her mind like a room full of people that talk really really loud, was she a skitz? Nah, its just her mind a big scribble, before she sad her words.x.

    "I would rather be weird then normal,"

    .x.She catchs the wink in her eye, she laughs and then she plays with the piercing in her tongue. She then sticks her tongue out and her sliver ball shines as the lights of the room hit it. She puts it back in her mouth and waits for a reply hopefully.x.

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  • [Mahlon] -- Nicky, Sun, Oct 03 2004, 3:18pm PDT
    she thrust her head into her hands and then looked up. "i will if that's what it takes,,and no this conversation is not over.." she looked to him, catching his gaze and keeping it. "i'm not waiting around too much more longer. i know your job is dangerous, and i know it's the family thing, but.."

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  • [Carmine] -- Kayli, Sun, Oct 03 2004, 3:27pm PDT
    she smirked, loving the danger of feeling on each other in public. this was great. her and shane did a long time ago. she shuddered at the memory. oh shit, who was she turning into? her old self again, perhaps? oh well, waste not, want not.

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  • You're cold that way, and that's why you say the things that you say. You can't attract the things that you lack, you're trying in vain..
     -- Alexis Montgomery, Mon, Oct 04 2004, 9:37pm PDT
    It takes more than your saline eyes to make things right..


    Weeks or preperation for the interview that she came away from now had not paid off for her - it would seem that your bad deeds follow you wherever you go, and this girl wore hers with a shroud, as well as a huge number of articles in both respected news journals and trashy celebrity gossip magazines. Her trail here had been littered with them, it seemed, and the wind had picked them up and blown them ahead to any potential employers. Noone wanted to touch the girl who slept with the CEO and tore the company apart, no matter how brilliant her mind was. The destruction that she had been the author of was still a smouldering pile of rubble at this point, with suits scrambling and falling all over themselves to pick up the pieces.

    The swell-hipped vixen made her way in, dark hair hanging loose and in soft waves around her shoulders, it's copper-mahogany two tone positively glistening in the sunlight. A well fit Armani pantsuit, a gift from said CEO fitted in double lapels, leaving a wide wedge of creamy skin and the outline of magnificent torso visible, the jacket belted up around her narrow waist lightly, tapering out over her longer-than-should-be-allowed legs, a pair of heels accentuating the gentle swell of muscular calf that could be seen through the luxurious fabric. A black leather case under one arm, a pair of car keys in the other - she was certainly a vision minus the horrendous scowl that covered her full, sensuous lips and wrinkled the brow of her smooth forehead. Once inside, with some force, she shot the case across the room, with a flurry of papers and a firm slap to the hardwood floor, it slid across the ground toward an armchair, coming to rest slumped and open against it. She raged toward the kitchen, slender heels clicking forcefully the entire way - once more in search of her magnificent poison.

    Beside your bed, you feel left for dead, you kneel in the dark..

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